#ah! yah! mah!

[baohanhanesel]

World Praise Day with TF141

GN Reader, no warnings. Could be read as both platonic and romantic. 🤷

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick did see what was coming. The shit-eating grin on your face spoke loudly. He had a feeling you would make one of your casual "to blow off some steam" jokes until he saw your eyes look him up and down. He choked on thin air.

"Are you checking me out, mate?"

"Your body's a sight for sore eyes. The fair amount of muscle and flush skin." You brought your fingers to your lips, kissing them and flicking your wrist away; you sent him an air kiss. It damaged him as if you called an air strike on the guy.

"Load of bullshit, aren't you?" He laughed, eyes crinkling while he smiled

"There it is!" You threw your hands up in the air. "The beauty my art is inspired from!"

"Shut your trap, geez... Don't bring the sketchbook into this, sappy bastard." As much as he tried to play it cool he was flustered. His face got red and laughter started to sound lighter than ever.

"Love your smile" you say." The way your lips curl upward is mesmerizing. The shade of your lips is pretty by itself." The specific praise was doing things. You knew. He knew.

"About to kiss you with these pretty lips if you do not shut up." He chuckled, smirk wide as ever. He was happy and a kiss would only let you know just how happy you were making him. So when you did not stop, you were made just as happy as he was.

John "Soap" Mactavish had just joined you in the common room, you were ready to attack once you caught a glimpse of his messy mohawk.

"Always taking care of yourself like a good man. Even when it is messy it remains just as pretty. Do you even have bad hair days?" Your smile got wider and wider while you took his startled expression in. He blinked, then smiled brightly. "Would die for your smile, Mactavish. Pretty privileges everyday,"

"Yer aff yer heid, lass/lad. "He laughed hard, smirk bright as the damn sun. "Ya know how it feels tae hae the privilege How's it feel, ay?"

You flushed back at the counter attack and the smile. You were just about to make your own move before he reached for your hand "Haes seen war, aye breathtaking. You'd be mah choice in mah lest breath. If a'm jammy enough tae see ye as th' lest damned thing oan earth, ah'd already hae taken a taste o' heavens."

You stopped functioning. His heavy Scottish accent was getting your head fuzzy. The praise attack you started is getting overpowered by his flirt attack. And boy, he is winning.

"Mactavish." you warn him, yielding. He is too good you fear your face is no different than a tomato right now.

"Yah whit's it? My bad!" He brings your hand to his lips. "Ah cannae use mah bonny privileges now? Na? " Fuck him and his confident smirk. You don't know whether to slap him or kiss him.

Captain John Price had just light up a cigarette, letting it stay in-between his lips while he looked through the reports you just brought in.

"Another successful mission. We nailed the mission, captain. Saved our asses, without lead we'd be dead." Praising his work did little, but you had to start somewhere. He gave a tight lipped smile, exhaling the smoke. "Your hat's fitting you nicely, sir. The way it casts a shadow over your temple brings your eyes out. A sight, it is."

He grumble-laughs. You don't know which. You'll go with the latter though. "Your beard, too. Gathers your features together Strict 'n all?"

He dismisses you with a nod and a forced smile. You can see his eyes doing best to not look at you. "Can I get started on your scent?"

"Don't." he snorts, raising his one hand up to rub his temples, tilting his head down. You were about to yield until you notice he was actually trying to suppress a smile.

"I'd do just about anything to see that smile, sir. Makes me proud of myself." You blurt out, because you are willing to take your chances.

"Lovely cheeky thing "he chuckles, blush covering his entire face. "Pretty personality to match your face. You are a strong soldier, I am always proud of you."

Your smile widens.

"Happy world praise day, love." your smile falters, you end up laughing because he knew what you were at but despite it all he still let you humour him.

"Not a single word was a lie."

"As was mine. Back to work, love."

You shake your head, walking out of the office. Today's been very efficient so far.

Simon "Ghost" Riley was cleaning his gun while you were sitting across from him, sewing shut a gash on your uniform. You stole a few glances before collecting enough courage to speak. You were a brave soldier. Bravest of them all. You surely could praise the man before you with that courage.

"Good work" You beam "So fast too."

"Is all experience." He grunts. "You'd be fast too if your hand got on one of these." He had a tinge of sarcasm in his voice.

You had a feeling it was because you dislocated your shoulder in the last mission while using a rifle. It was bad luck. Not like you were that inexperienced. He just liked to toy with you.

"You are the best, lieutenant. I don't have to do much with cleaning."

"Because?"

"You clean the battlefield well enough for us all."

"As I should." So praising his work wouldn't work. "Your eyes, always so expressive. You like our banters, sir?"

"Naturally." He scolds, hands fidgeting with the gun.

"I like your presence. You are safe. You are the safe for me." He didn't utter a single word after that. "Always patient with me too. I am grateful for you. Can always rely on you. You are strong in every aspect."

You notice him hanging his head too low, eyes dragging on the ground. He is... flattered? You don't know but it doesn't seem bad. His eyes are actually very expressive as you stated earlier. But it is not enough to tell everything he feels. So you stop for a moment before he starts the conversation again.

"You trust a man with a mask?"

"I trust the man under that mask. Pretty like your knife skills, yeah? I never doubt it, witnessing it myself." This earns him a full-blown laughter.

"Enough." He cuts you then, standing up. He is burning red under that mask. He can't help but feel embarrassed. The silence caught into you, you blink at him. Did you go a bit too far?

"Thank you." he spats the word as if it is dirt in his mouth and he leaves, overwhelmed by you.

[headincloudsmindingutter]

“When’s the honeymoon, Mrs. Lebeau?”

X-Men vol 30 (Scott & Jeans wedding) Rogue x Gambit fanfic.

She was stunning. She wore a red lace dress, it reminded him of the one she wore for what was supposed to be their first date. He wondered if she’d matched her dress to his eyes just like he’d matched his tie to her emerald ones…

The wedding was quite different to how his was with Bella Donna, as Gambit sat next to Rogue at the ceremony he wondered what marrying Rogue would be like... would she want a big wedding? No, it would probably just be the X-Men, he wondered what she would do with all those curls, what kind of dress she would wear, what she would look like walking down the isle to marry him.

Gambit watched the ladies gather for the bouquet tossing and smiled as he watched his date fly up to catch the handful of flowers, much to the dismay of Jubilee.

Scott pulled the garter off Jeans leg and flung it. Remy took a page from Rogue’s book and used his cards to distract the other men as he caught the garter with his finger.

“Now mes amis… Y’didn think I’d give anyone else a chance t’slip this on the little lady, did you?”

He approached Rogue with the garter swinging around his index finger, a smile on his face.

“Guess we’re gettin’ married next, eh chère?” He leaned in close and whispered “Shall we take dis away from prying eyes petite?” He reached out his hand, and she couldn’t refuse the invitation. She followed him to one of the chairs left outside from the ceremony and sat, trying to remain calm as Gambit lowered himself to his knees in front of her and slipped her dress up her knee without breaking eye contact.

“You know we don’t have to-” she started

“Non. It’s tradition. ‘Sides, I blew up some of my best friends for this.” He smiled at her

“That you did Cajun”

He stretched the silk garter and pulled it over her foot and ankle, then up her calf and over her knee.

“Careful with mah skin Remy, wouldn’t want you in a coma.” She half joked with a tinge of sadness

“Non, we wouldn’t want that.” He said as he pulled it into place before leaning on her chair “where’s the fun in comas?”

“Putting you in one? Is that the fun?” She teased

“Scandalous Rogue…” he grabbed her gloved hand and pulled her up “but I think dancing is more our speed, for now leastaways.” He pulled her with him and wrapped his hand around her waist while he held the other in his hand as they swayed to silence. “Y’look stunnin’. De red almost match Gambit’s eyes.” He gave her a toothy smile that she returned as she ran her fingers over his tie and back up to his shoulder.

“An’ your tie nearly matches mine.” She looked into his black and red eyes that had been studying her all night. “Green looks good on yah.”

“Oui, but Gambit don’t look nearly as stunnin as you, chère.”

“Flatterer.” She smiled

“Not flattery when it’s true, non? Gambit be a lucky man t’go to de ball with you, Rogue.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her gloved knuckles. “Who knows… maybe Gambit get lucky enough to marry you, eh chère?”

“Keep wishin’ Remy.” She said playfully, trying to hide the way her heart skipped a beat in her chest.

“Oh ah will mon amour. Every day.”

~fin

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It takes a mob part 2

part one is here.

part 3 is here.

Bill was honestly considering the store up as hostage as he glared at the isle.

30 dollars for the cheapest can of formula?? 20 for diapers??

Jesus this had to be considered gouging at this point.

Bill felt another headache begin to throb as he tried his best to decipher the difference between brands. 

‘Not a day of health class Bill,’ he grimaced as he gently shook one oof the cans. ‘Yet here you are.’

Bill never saw himself for fatherhood, he may have pondered it once or twice in his years but only in that sort of abstract way that one ponders throwing your favorite cup. It would be stupid to do, but for a moment or two tempting.

Then he got tangled up into the goon lifestyle and any notion of that pondering went out the building.

There were enough kids in Gotham without father figures, no use accidentally making another one if he slipped up.

‘And look all that thinking led yah Billy,’ his old man droned on in his head, ‘all the work, non’ of the fun. that don’t make a happy man son.’

Bill was half tempted to open that old burner phone; it sat in his breast pocket.

Even if all that would answer would be the machine.

But no, Bill had this.

‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ he pondered as he put the tin in the cart, ‘watching three kids.’

they weren’t his after all.

He found his cohorts in the next isle shaking various items at the kid.

“What in the name of Crime Alley are you two idiots doing?”

“Oh, hey Bill!”

Ken didn’t even turn to face him, what kind of etiquette were they training these guys with? 

“Again, what the fuck are you doin’? I asked you two to pick out a couple outfits for the tyke.”

“annnd we did!” Marv chuckled handing over a bundle of cloth, “We just thought that the kid deserve somethin’ cute for being so good to us is all.”

“Actually Bill, mind throwing in your two cents? which one do you think Dan would prefer the rabbit or the frog?’

Bill pinched his brow,

“I don’t know man, what difference does it make?”

“What difference?! Man, this is his first toy we’re talking about!” Ken exclaimed,

“This is a big deal! If he’s anything like my Me Mah told me I was than he’s going to be carrying it for years!’

Danny for his part blew a bubble with his mouth, great input kid.

“I- the rabbit, I guess! I dunno, maybe he’ll like Alice in wonderland or some shit.”

Marv seemed to perk up at the thought.

“Hell yeah brother! Boss likes those old books anyways, so he probably won’t notice if we borrow a copy for a bit!”

Ken snorted as he casually thew the frog back on the shelf,

“Marven, in case you forgot, Boss is very careful with those books of his. If you want to risk it, I won’t stop you but it’s your fingers on the line man.”

“Aww, anything for our lil’ Danny!”

The clerk raised an eyebrow but kept their mouth shut as the three goons went to pay. They kept their mouth shut as Bill paid in crumpled bills and let them get on their way.

“Yeah, well pass Ken wonderlad will you? This shit isn’t going to carry itself.”

Danny babbled as they tried to sort everything into a carriable position. He shook his new toy too a fro in an almost comical manner. Like he was giving orders before an ops.

Eventually they made headway and started to make their way back to crime alley. Only for Bill to raise a occupied hand to stop the others in their step.

“Wait a moment.. where are we heading? It’ll be suspicious if we head back to base. We clocked out hours ago.”

Marv shook his head,

“Can’t go back to my place, Gwen just got done with a double shift in the ER.”

“Kenny?”

Ken snorted and shook his head as well,

“We can try but we all know Me Mah is packin’ and not scared to point first if she doesn’t expect company.”

“Then where the hell are going to go?”

Bill didn’t like how the two of them were suddenly staring at him,

“No.”

“Aww come on Bill!”

“Nope. Nah ah”

Ken rolled his eyes kicked at his shin,

“It’s just for one night Bill. Tomorrow we can ask around with the other guys, but it’s not like we have many options right now.”

“My apartment is like the least kid friendly place in the neighborhood!”

Danny have a little wine as he shoved his face into Ken’s shoulder,

“Bill..”

‘Fuck…’

Bill pinched his nose as he closed his eyes, if only to block out the puppy eyes Marv was sending his way. For a big lug, it was stupid how effective they were.

“Fine… One night and you two owe me a favor after this.”

The two dumbasses actually let out a cheer loud enough to wake a nearby dog.

Leading the way Bill couldn’t help but wonder if it was too late to go to bar like they planned.

~~~~~~~~~

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[rdostuff]

ACE trollsona (ninety one - ah!yah!mah! clip on YouTube)

Trollsona design by: @ninkkkkk

[bitegore]

petition to line up everyone who wants to write characters speaking like "ah got mah ahn work ta do yah know" and force them to sit through approximately ninety-six hours of othering in representation of dialect interspersed occasionally with lectures to the tune of "by the way, this is very annoying" without breaks

[babblingpipit]

Personality Hire

Yes, I am academically gifted. Dari SD sampe kuliah seringnya jadi yang paling jago di kelas. Bahkan PhD pun ngerasa "ah bisalah ini mah". Jujur baru mulai "agak ketinggalan" tuh setelah di Harvard, yang mana sepertinya isinya adalah orang-orang paling ambis dan priviledge di planet bumi ini yah. Jujur postdoc-postdoc yang PhDnya dari kampus tier B seperti Swinburne mungkin bisa dihitung jari. Sisanya lulusan Princeton, Yale, Caltech, Max Planck, Oxford, Cambridge, dkk wkwk. Itupun mereka yang dari SMAnya mungkin udah boarding school dan S1nya juga di kampus-kampus tersebut diatas.

Makanya ku merasa ga mungkin ada disini kalo cuma dari jalur akademik wkwk. Akupun udah ikhlas aja ga mau ngebanding-bandingin achievement sama kolega. Karena udah ga masuk akal bahkan kalo dibandingin sama populasi postdoc in general. Contoh: postdoc secara umum tuh jarang bangett yang jadi invited speaker di conference international, sementara postdoc disini mengeluh karena kebanyakan undangan buat speaking di conference.

Tapi yang kusadari adalah aku punya skill yang membantu banget di karirku, yaitu people skill. Sepertinya yang punya peran lebih gede dalam karirku adalah people skill ini, jadi lebih mudah connect sama orang dan kolaborasi. Juga kalo presentasi bisa lebih connect sama audience jadi deliverynya lumayan. Akupun suka advokasi dan mentoring junior, bahkan meski ga dibayar. Jadi bisa dibilang lumayan esensial lah buat grup dalam hal kolaborasi dan mentoring. Makanya relate banget sama postingan di ig tentang personality hire (cari deh kocak-kocak banget) yang kerjaannya dengerin orang curhat dan kasih solusi.

Jadi gapapa pit differentiate sama orang lain mulai sekarang just by being yourself. Toh sainsnya pun ga jelek (ga yang cemerlang juga sih wk). Semoga selalu dikasih rejeki untuk bisa bermanfaat di bidang astronomi ini sesuai dengan bakat yang kupunya aamiin.

[kuebeludrumerah]

Curang itu kalau misal hasil real berbeda jauh dengan quick.

Misal ada 5 lembaga survey dengan kredibilitas tinggi melaksanakan survey mengumumkan hasil kemenangan oleh pak Joged, ketika nanti di real keluar hasil pemenangnya malah pak Tantrum maka dari situlah jadi pertanyaan besar. Baru deh deklarasi Terstruktur, Sistematis, dan Masif itu pas banget buat diserukan secara sporadis. Kalau yang 5 tahun lalu mah itu emang goblok aja.

Maka dari itu gugur sudah argumen tentang bawaslu typo, KPPS ngantuk, salah tulis, atau apalah itu. Omong-omong jadi tim KPPS tuh capek lho, kataku ga sepadan sih ama bayarannya wgwgwg. Jadi, misal nanti tuh semua typo dibenerin pun tidak akan merubah kedudukan yorobun.

Jadi, salah satu fungsi hitung cepat itu ya sebagai pengawasan di hasil real, jangan sampai hasil quick menyatakan A tapi di real yang menang malah keponakan pak RT.

Lebih sederhana lagi, ketika nanti menemukan perhitungan cepat telah mencapai sampel sebesar 80%, silakan legowo dengan hasilnya. Serius deh, membangun kredibilitas lembaga survey tuh ga gampang lho. Tanya deh ama temen kalian yang kuliah di bidang tersebut.

Makanya lembaga survey yang punya hasil berbeda di tahun 2014 itu nggak muncul lagi di 2019. Habis sudah ditelanjangin Indikator, LSI, SMRC, dkk.

Aku pribadi punya janji ke diri sendiri misal sebelum 13 Februari nanti ada ketua umum partai yang meninggal aku bakalan pilih pasangan calon yang di usung partai tersebut. Cuma kok aku lihat 13 Februari masih hidup dan teriak-teriak di panggung jadinya ya gajadi lah.

Lha piye meneh, ada pasangan yang sudah dibuat kecewa merasakan mulut manisnya dan sebel tiap ditanya solusi oleh wartawan yang keluar cuma retorika. Ada juga yang malah kaya lawak, kek anak kecil dikasi permen langsung seneng, bedanya ini bukan permen, tapi jabatan. Mana tiap beres debat selalu ngumpulin gerombolannya buat curhat dan ngomel-ngomel. Ada juga yang diusung sebenernya ga terlalu buruk, walaupun tetep jelek, kebantu ama wakilnya sih, tapi ya aku sebel banget ama ketua partainya.

Jadi gausa bangga ah pilihanmu menang, calonnya jelek semua.

Nah, seharusnya nih, seharusnya ya yang memprihatinkan bukan di bagian soal curang-curangan, tapi pada tingkat kepercayaan komunitas masyarakat kita ini yang percaya kalau makan siang gratis itu solusi stunting.

Itu yang seharusnya jadi diskursus besar di dunia maya, bukannya nuduh curang-curang, itu sih anda ketinggalan jauh peradaban modern, mending anda gabung bersama orang-orang yang ngomong TSM di 5 tahun lalu aowkaowkaokw.

Ada banyak bias opini tentang ini, tapi kalau hematku kayanya ya cuma 3. Satu emang masyarakat berhasil berempati dengan calon pilihannya, kena bully, mau nangis, kasihan, dll. Dua, masyarakat suka sama hasil yang fisik dan cepat kayak beras, bansos, makan siang, susu gratis dan lain-lain.

Atau ya emang tolol aja.

Tapi nggak ya, argumen mentolol-tololkan yang menang ini gugur oleh opini di mana pasangan yang menang ini emang bener-bener dan sungguh-sungguh paham dengan apa yang dibutuhkan oleh seluruh berbagai lapisan masyarakat.

Jadi nggak cuma ngerti sama apa yang dibutuh ama orang-orang kaya, tapi yang miskin juga ngerasa aspirasinya bisa dipenuhi oleh pasangan ini. Gitchuu.

Yah, semoga ya, ehe ehehe ehehehe.

[zachtank]

Did she say, "Hey yeah Daddy?!" (P.S. Slayer is Player) That's 3 members of the thieves guild down. Venom is the only one left. Last time we left the crew, Venom was crowned but timid in taking up the mantle. I smell a Venom overhaul!!! Back in the day, Guilty Gear was 3 rounds to win; mainly because Slayer could KO with one move.

[stories-of-the-nrm]

A Douglas and Oliver fanfic that is cute

Ooh. This I believe is my first request involving non LNER engines. Since they won't be added to my pinned post here is what these two would look like on their original railways.

Douglas:

Oliver:

Story under the cut:

The year was 1967. Douglas had just rescued Oliver from being unemployed. Oliver was very grateful to get a job on Sir Topham Hatt's railway. He fit in with the other drivers relatively quickly. Especially with his coworkers on the Little Western branch line.

One day Douglas came downstairs for breakfast with a thought in his.

"Ollie. What was yer life like werking for the Great Western?"

Oliver smiles and pulls out a picture from his wallet.

"This was my uniform."

He shows Douglas the picture.

"What's wit the serious look on yer face? Yer looking like yeh had to take a yearbook picture."

"Ah yes. All of us had to take one for our ID. I just wanted to have a wallet sized copy."

He sighs and puts it away.

"I remember when I first worked on the dying Tiverton line. It was sad to see a big part of railway history wither away the way it did."

"Aye. Even now it feels as if we're stuck in the past. If it weren't for Sir Topham Hatt, all of us would be out of a job."

"You're right about that, Douglas."

There's a pause.

"Hey now what about you? Do you have any pictures of you from your old railway?"

Douglas thinks.

"Ah think there's one picture a meh that doesn't have mah brother Donnie."

He goes up to his room and looks through his belongings.

"Ah gotta have one picture a meh by mahself somewhere."

Then he finds a picture in a drawer. He goes back downstairs.

"This is meh taken by one of the stations."

Oliver looks at it.

"Wow. This was before you started growing out your beard."

"Aye. Ah just finished a job one day and a photographer wanted to take a picture a meh."

"What line did you work on?"

"It was the main Edinburgh line."

The two talk about their past for a while until there's a knock on the door. It was Sir Topham Hatt.

"Ah, Douglas. I need you and Donald to take some ballast up to Arlesburgh."

"Aye sir."

He turns to Oliver.

"Oliver you are to be doing work organizing trucks for the twins."

"Yes sir."

He nods and leaves. Douglas looks at Oliver.

"Well it was sure nice talking to yah Ollie."

Oliver smiles.

"Same to you, Douglas."

The two finish their breakfast and go on their way.

[lamyaasfaraini]

Alhamdulillah pundi pundi kehidupan~

Hasil panen pas jg kita lg mudik, dapet sekarung gt lah. Seperti biasa disuruh bekel beras buat di rumah mayanlah buat sebulanan mah. Pokonya tiap ada hasil panen dari kampung kami selalu bekel beras buat di rumah hehehe.

Itu aku lg maroin pake keresek double, tempat berasnya ngga dibawa sih.. Yaudah pake keresek aee. Kemarin sepupuku jg bekel beras pas plg dari kampung, banyak cuy.. Dia pulangnya ke kalipucang, pangandaran. Balik mudiknya lebih dulu daripada kita, hiks knp terasa singkat yah sedih bgt lah. Suaminya kebagian piket hari sabtu (PNS puskesmas).

Hasil panen ortu2nya kita, alhamdulillah kita msh kebagian dong yaah. Semoga gen milenial kek kita jg suatu saat mampu beli sawah di kampung yah hihi. Aamiin..

Siap2 mandiri lagi nih, kerjasama lg sama suamiku bergelut dengan segala urusan rumah tangga. Kudu masak, beberes rumah dan kerjaan domestik lainnya. Antar jemput anak sekolah juga jan lupa~ ngga terasa cm itungan hari lg nemo masuk sekolah berarti ibu kudu mikirin bekel lagiiiii hahaha semangaaaatt ah! Ayah jg semangat cari uang yg berkahnya.. Aamiin..

[suzakucastle]

Pronunciation Guide for Fighting Games

A lot of people tend to say words and names wrong. For those who care, this guide should help with proper pronunciation. In particular, what syllables are stressed, proper spelling, and so on. This'll help you not look and sound like ignorant gaijin (gai-jeen) when talking to Asian players.

Again, if this doesn't bother you (and I acknowledge that for the vast majority of the FGC it doesn't), feel free to ignore this guide. Just don't get on everyone else's case, please. Also, don't use this guide to act smug towards your peers.

In short, this is to help people who want to be helped. That's all. Please understand. If there are any mistakes, let me know.

Note: Unfortunately, Mortal Kombat will be ignored for this guide, as saying Japanese words wrong is a franchise tradition, so it'd be a lost cause even trying. If you see any familiar words from that series, just bear in mind the proper pronunciation for everywhere else.

Letters/syllables in bold are sounds to be stressed when saying that word or name, if necessary.

Ryu = Rh-Yoo (See Shoryuken below)

Hadoken = Ha-Dou-Keh-N

Shoryuken = Sho-Rh-Yoo-Keh-N

Tatsumaki Senpukyaku = Tah-Tsu-Mah-Ki Se-N-Poo-Kh-Yah-Koo

Jin = Jeen

Bushinryu = Bu-Shee-N-Rh-Yoo

Kazuya = Kah-Zoo-Ya

Mishima = Mee-Shee-Mah

Kazama = Kah-Zah-Mah

Iori = Eee-Oh-Ree

Sakura = Sah-Kuu-Rah

Akuma = Ah-Kuu-Mah

Gouki = Goh-Uu-Kee

Kasumi = Kah-Suu-Mee

Raiden = Rah-Ee-Deh-N

Ryo = Rh-Yoh

Heihachi = Heh-Eee-Hah-Chee

Jun = Juu-N

Akira = Ah-Kee-Rah

Fujin = Fuu-Jee-N

Ayame = Ah-Yah-Meh

Mugen = Moo-Geh-N

Tenshin = Teh-N-Shee-N

Zangief = Zah-N-Gee-Eh-Voo

Yuri = Yoo-Ree

Chun-Li = Choo-N-Lee

Chizuru = Chee-Zuu-Ruu

Sasuke = Sah-Suu-Keh

Denjin = Deh-N-Jee-N

Shin = Sh-Ee-N

Kyo = Kh-Yoh

Shippu = Shee-Puu

Bounge = Poh-N-Geh

Koehan = Koh-Ah-N

Kaphwan =

Hwoarang = Wah-Rah-N

Raijin = Rah-Eee-Jee-N

Karaoke = Kah-Rah-Oh-Keh

Kazuma = Kah-Zoo-Mah

Kiryu = Kee-Ree-Yoo

Hayate = Hah-Yah-Teh

Shiranui = Shee-Rah-Noo-Eee

Yashiro = Yah-Shee-Roh

Shun = Shh-Uhh-N

Goku = Goh-Kuu

Satsu = Sah-Tsu

Ansatsuken = Ah-N-Sah-Tsu-Keh-N

Asura = Ah-Soo-Rah

Senku = Se-N-Kuu

Naruto = Nah-Ruu-Toh

Boruto = Boh-Ruu-Toh

Kaioken = Kah-Eee-Oh-Keh-N

Kikosho = Kee-Koh-U-Sho

Kyokugen = Kh-Yo-Kuu-Geh-N

Gouken = Goh-U-Keh-N

Saikyo = Sah-Eee-Kh-Yoh

Hibiki = Hee-Bee-Kee

Takane = Tah-Kah-Ne

Sento = Seh-N-Toh

Yakuza = Yah-Kuu-Zah

Sagat = Sah-Gah-Tt

Adon = Ah-Dah-N

Hinata = Hee-Nah-Tah

Makoto = Mah-Koh-Toh

Ibuki = Eee-Buu-Kee

Kolin = Koh-Lee-Eh-N

Messatsu = Meh-Sah-Tsu

Shichisei = Shee-Chee-Seh-Eee

Tensei = Teh-N-Seh-Eee

Ranka = Rah-N-Kah

Tensho = Teh-N-Sho

Senretsu = Seh-N-Reh-Tsu

Asuka = Ah-Soo-Kah

Tekken = Teh-Keh-N

Izuna = Eee-Zoo-Nah

Otoshi = Oh-Toh-Shee

Pokémon = Poh-Keh-Mo-N

Pokkén = Poh-Keh-N

Ayane = Ah-Yah-Neh

Ryoko = Rh-Yoh-Koh

Hattori = Hah-Toh-Ree

Haohmaru = Hah-Oh-Mah-Ruu

Mitsurugi = Mee-Tsu-Ruu-Gee

Nakoruru = Nah-Koh-Ruu-Ruu

Yagami = Yah-Gah-Mee

Daidoji = Dah-Eee-Doh-U-Jee

Hinoka = Hee-Noh-Kah

Karin = Kah-Ree-N

Kanzuki = Kah-N-Zuu-Kee

Konoha = Koh-Noh-Hah

Zaibatsu = Zah-Eee-Bah-Tsu

Xiaoyu = Sha-Oh-Yoo

Mizuki = Mee-Zoo-Kee

Orochi = Oh-Roh-Chee

Karate = Kah-Rah-Teh

Shinku = Shee-N-Kuu

Jinrai = Jee-N-Rah-Eee

Guren = Guu-Reh-N

Kakashi = Kah-Kah-Shee

Sukuna = Soo-Koo-Nah

Tanjiro = Tah-N-Jee-Roh

Hitomi = Hee-Toh-Mee

Raiko = Rah-Eee-Koh

Kuruoshiki = Koo-Roo-Oh-Shee-Kee

Kagenaru = Kah-Geh-Nah-Roo

Mono = Moh-Noh

Kamehameha = Kah-Meh-Hah-Meh-Hah

Hazan = Hah-Zah-N

Kuzuryu = Koo-Zoo-Rh-Yoo

Tenma = Teh-N-Mah

Sie = Sheh

Hashogeki = Hah-Sho-Geh-Kee

Kagura = Kah-Goo-Rah

Yasakani = Yah-Sah-Kah-Nee

Kusanagi = Koo-Sah-Nah-Gee

Yamada = Yah-Mah-Dah

Suzaku = Soo-Zah-Koo

Omake = Oh-Mah-Keh

Ukemi = Ooo-Keh-Mee

Kisaragi = Kee-Sah-Rah-Gee

Shishigami = Shee-Shee-Gah-Mee

Tachibana = Tah-Chee-Bah-Nah

Kaede = Kah-Eh-Deh

Raidou = Rah-Eee-Doh-U

Jotaro = Joh-Tah-Roh

Takeda = Tah-Keh-Dah

Nobara = Noh-Bah-Rah

Honaka = Hoh-Nah-Kah

Kamikaze = Kah-Mee-Kah-Zeh

Decapre = Dee-Kah-Br

That's it for now. I'm always going to be adding to/correcting this guide, so please check back for updates. Again, feel free to correct me if I've made any mistakes. Just don't be a prick about it, please.

~R

[scottishoctopus]

I could totally beat you in a fight, captain

"Ah find that difficult tah believe, but yah have mah permission tah try and then immediately fail." Jones grins darkly.

[housebound-hermit]

“ ..I don’t think your a monster grandpa.. “

She opened her eyes slightly, looking back at him with big old eyes.

“ even if you were..nothing would change — your still mine and I’m still yours, right? “

“Course ya are..! Yer mah pumpkin- ah jus..”

He closes his eyes, frowning deeply

“Do yah really want ah killer as..as ah grandpa? Ah beat ah man- course he was gon do somthin’ nasty to ah gal but..”

[asrisgratitudejournal]

Mikir

Wah tumben sekali Noni Sabtu siang duduk depan laptop di desk di rumah untuk… menulis. Iya, ini awal mulanya kepikiran apa yang akan ditulis ini gara-gara tadi pagi habis Subuh susah buat tidur lagi. Nggak tahu yang mana yang sebab dan yang mana yang akibat: apakah aku kepikiran hal ini karena susah tidur(?), atau apakah karena kepikiran jadi susah tidur(?). Sepertinya lebih ke yang ke-2 yah. Tapi ada culprit lain sih selain thoughts: KOPI. Semalam nakal minum segelas kopi pas buka (KARENA PENGEN BANGEETTTT), berujung ku baru tidur jam 1.30… Bangun buat sahur 04.20 dan itu pun udah ngap-ngapan sahurnya kayak balapan karena jam 04.49 udah Subuh.

ANYWAYSS.

Iya. Jadi ku lagi mikirin tentang “mikir”. Wkwkw. Semoga gak bingung. Awal mulanya, ku being the overthinker that I am, memutuskan buat repost ada suatu post gitu tentang bahaya dari hampers. Aku sendiri termasuk salah satu yang tidak pernah terlibat dan tidak terbiasa dengan konsep hampers  lebaran sih. Pernah ngirim kue sekali doang ke Vannia, kubeliin dari Oxford pake tokped, itu juga out of keisengan aja: “ah gapapa kali-kali buat keluarganya Vannia senang”. Iya, tapi sudah cukup banyak juga percakapan di sosial media teman-teman mutualku terkait “aku nggak ngepos hampers yah, karena takut banyak mudorotnya”. Terus aku sempat bingung: mudorot gimana deh. Oh, ternyata karena nanti akan menimbulkan kecemburuan sosial lah, hampersnya kurang mahal lah, dsb (jujur gak relate). Sampai ada juga yang ngepos bilang dia bisa habis Rp 150 JUTA buat hampers doang??? Aku makin ??? Kultur apa ini???? Apakah ini adalah KPOP???

Iya, dari situ-lah ku jadi mikir tentang what I feel towards hampers (btw oot tapi barusan googling hampers ini artinya tuh keranjang ye, kaya picnic basket gitu). Intinya aku mah orangnya sangat demokratis: “do whatever you want as long as you don’t merugikan orang lain” aja.

Nah, dari hampers ini singkat cerita ku jadi mikirin konsep “gift and gift-giving”, gimana ku ngerasa uneasy banget kalau dibayarin cowok makan on a date misalnya, atau dikasih hadiah. Setelah ngobrol sama teman, apparently ada WHOLE study on this di anthropology & social sciences, terutama berangkat dari sejarah gimana Western settler dikasih hadiah sama Indian tribes dulu pas sampai di New World, dan arti (nuances) dibalik itu semua. Terus ku juga jadi keingetan tulisan Elizabeth Pisani di Indonesiaetc-nya yang bahas gimana gift ngasih buffalo kalau ada orang dari clan lain yang meninggal itu ada aturan adatnya sendiri di Sumba. Terus kepikiran juga gimana sebetulnya gift dan gift-giving ini sangat dekat dengan korupsi, konsep balas budi, dan semacamnya.

Buset gw mau ngomong aja intronya panjang bener ye, padahal sering banget ngomen tulisan orang “ini intronya kayanya nariknya kejauhan deh”. (OH! Btw, duh maap OOT lagi, tapi emang neurodivergent brain kaya gini nih otaknya kemana-mana. Mau sharing aja, berhubungan dengan ini, kemarin ku habis dari exhibitionnya Bodleian Library judulnya “Write, Cut, Rewrite” https://visit.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/cut dan di situ di-display gimana penulis-penulis hebat sepanjang masa nge-edit tulisan mereka. Sampai ada the infamous phrase: “KILLING YOUR DARLINGS” yang bilang kalau inti dari menulis itu most of the time adalah: MENGHAPUS/DELETING & EDITING).

Baik, kembali lagi ke topik. IYAAA intinya habis ngepos semua pemikiran-pemikiran di atas, ku mendapat reply “buset lo apa-apa dipikirin yah”. Awalnya ku bingung, mikir (lol gini aja udah mikir lagi): “is this a compliment? Should I get offended by these words? Am I supposed to hate this reply? Or embrace it?”

To that reply I said: “Mikir adalah satu-satunya skill (dan hobi?) yang bisa ngebawa gw sampe ke Oxford sini HUHU”.

Which is not bad I think? And also true?? (I will let the reader judge)

Kemudian ku jadi mikir tentang konsep mikir/berpikir itu sendiri. Ini naïve thinking banget sih, tapi ku yakin semua orang pada dasarnya pasti berpikir??? Mungkin substansi pikirannya aja yang berbeda: mikirin nanti malam makan apa, mikirin anak sekolah bayarnya gimana, mikirin orang tua sakit, mikirin harta warisan (ku lagi nonton SUCCESSION sumpah seru abis).

Terus ya yaudah ku jadi yakin yang bisa bikin orang berada di tempatnya sekarang adalah: apa yang dia pikirkan dan seberapa serius/intens dia mikirin hal itu. Ku ngerjain PhD sekarang ya karena ku mikirin geologi/geokimia segitunya, orang kerja di consulting gajinya gede banget karena dia mikirin… finance(?), business(?) – I have no freaking idea what consultants do, kalian ada yang lagi ambil master sekarang di antah berantah ya karena kalian mikirin dengan sangat keras: mau lanjut kuliah di mana ya, pake beasiswa apa, ngerjain project apa. Ya manusia/humane aja gaksih mikir tuh???

Dari situ dibalas lagi sama teman itu “tapi jadi burden gak sih?”. Nah, di sini ku mau mulai masuk agak mengkritisi budaya mikir kita di Indo. Menurutku mikir/overthinking nggak selamanya harus jadi burden. Bisa aja mikirin sesuatu terus dijadikan thinking exercise aja??? Misal barusan ku habis mikirin (for 5 minutes): “kenapa ya Bahasa Indonesia kosakatanya jauh lebih sedikit dibandingkan Bahasa Inggris?” yang lagi rame di twitter gara-gara podcast2an IndahG sama CintaLaura itu. Terus untuk sementara jawaban yang kutemukan dan percayai: sesederhana karena Bahasa Indonesia umurnya masih pendek aja dibandingkan Bahasa Inggris yang sudah berevolusi ratusan tahun.

Aku salah satu yang ngerasa helpful banget ngejadiin mikir ini budaya di diriku sendiri. Ku jadinya juga kalau ketemu orang yang rude sama aku misalnya, yaudah tinggal mikir aja “kenapa ya dia kaya gitu?” terus jawabannya bisa ranging dari: emang dia lagi having a bad day aja (misal: anaknya sakit tapi kerjaan lagi banyak makanya nggak sempat basa-basi politeness) sampai ya emang dia mungkin gak suka aja personally sama aku. Terus bahkan dari opsi spektrum yang sangat luas itu, bisa dipikirin lagi probabilitasnya opsi mana yang paling likely. "Oh kayanya gak mungkin deh dia gaksuka sama aku, kan kita baru ketemu sekali ini, dia gaakan punya data points yang cukup untuk bikin prejudice apapun terhadap diriku ini." Atau bisa juga: "oh iya kayanya dia gaksuka sama aku karena aku berhijab ya, mereka kan rasis." I don’t know. There are SO MANY OPTIONS. Dan itu semua bisa dilatih dengan mikir, kadang jawabannya bahkan bisa kombinasi dari semua options/hypotheses kita, instead of believing one unique solution. Atau bisa juga bahkan jawabannya sama sekali BUKAN/nggak ada di list hypotheses kita.

Yang kadang jadi masalah banget juga buat orang kita kayanya adalah keniscayaan bahwa semua pertanyaan/pemikiran itu harus ada jawabannya. Ku kayanya udah pernah nulis ini ya, tapi lama banget beberapa tahun yang lalu. Sistem sekolah kita mewajibkan kita untuk milih di pilihan ganda (ini karena keterbatasan resources sih, rasio guru dan siswa kecil banget), dan atau bahkan jawaban essay pun selalu ada “kunci jawaban”-nya. Jadinya seolah-olah kalau “mikir” tuh harus yang ada ultimate solutionnya gitu. Padahal mah kalau mau mikir buat exercise ya mikir aja??? Tanpa harus tahu di ujung jawabannya apa. Intinya kita pursuing the answer kan.  WKWKW paragraph ini betul-betul perwujudan aku PhD yang pada akhirnya gatau jawabannya apa tapi gapapa yang penting sudah berusaha.

Dah deh gitu dulu aja.

Udah 2 halaman A4 buset.

Intinya adalah: semoga kita senantiasa menjadi makhluk yang berpikir, seperti di banyak sekali ayat di Al-Quran https://www.onthesigns.com/quran-invites-to-thinking/ dan semoga kita juga senantiasa berada di (&menjadi) lingkungan yang mendukung untuk berpikir, bukannya malah “halah ngapain sih gitu aja dipikirin”. Aamiin.

Flat 39 OX1 1AD

13.49 06/04/2024

[placegrenette]

Your thoughts about Red Bull's Sound Clash :)?

Hello, anon!

I have been busy the last few days with an unusual work project. (Also with yelling at various friends, THERE IS A BUFFYVERSE AUDIO DRAMA WHERE CORDELIA IS THE SLAYER AND JAMES MARSTERS NARRATES AND HALF THE ORIGINAL CAST IS BACK AND AMBER BENSON CO-WROTE IT AND JOSS WHEDON IS NOWHERE IN SIGHT, because those were basically all the criteria that had to be met for me to contemplate returning to any Buffy content.) So I have almost no actual thoughts for you, other than:

Bala looked good

(I know, shocker)

I'm glad Ninety One won, I suppose, though I suspect neither group was taking the competition part entirely seriously, this was basically SponCon Fun with Bros

In the ongoing battle of Get Ace Into Clothes That Don't Swallow Him Whole, Bibotta lost the most recent round

I am glad the dancers got to dance again, and in case you are the same anon to whom I owe a staff rundown, here are some dancer Instagram accounts: choreographer Assiya (who wasn't there), Aruzhan, Diana, Islam, Alina

I have not yet heard "rock 'Ah! Yah! Mah!'" and given how ambivalent I am about OT4 "Ah! Yah! Mah!," do not expect to be impressed.

[nimbasa-librarian]

Brother, Dearest, Pay Attention

“NGGHHHAAAAAHHHHHH” 

“Stop yellin’. Ah lowered mah hearin’ aid and I can hear you despite i’!” 

“Shut up!” 

Anya heard that soft, almost sarcastic click of Denton turning off his hearing aid, and grumbled from her place on the couch as she stewed in her negative feelings. 

They were moving. Again. 

Anya really was starting to get sick of it. 

She heard a small click again after a few minutes of stewing, dreading whatever nonsense was coming next.

“I don’know why y’re so upset. It's not like this is the first time. Mom and Dad move. It's just what Dad’s job has t’do.” He reasoned

“Oh, you don’ get a say - you’re in college! In a dorm! Same place!” Anya huffed, not moving from the couch

“Yah!” Drew agreed

“Yeah but I also moved around with Mom an’ Dad too. Y’r the one who didn’ wanna go on a journey or do the league” 

“Ugh, you don’ get it. You have friends now, so maybe shut up and let me mope!” 

Denton paused at that, thinking a little - while also blatantly avoiding the intense stare-down he was getting from his sister's pokemon. 

Drew was rather protective of his trainer’s feelings - which was probably a good thing? Denton supposed it depended on who you asked. 

But as he thought about it more, he remembered how angry he used to get when they moved - before he went off on his own time to take on the gyms. 

He huffed - he was visiting for summer holiday and here he was, annoyed at her anger like she was still a whiny 5 year old. She was 16, not a baby by any stretch - 

And… unlike him at that age, she knew exactly what she wanted to do - who she wanted to be - by the time she was 7, and only solidified her desire in her teens. Acquiring her own team in spite of never going on a journey, she had something she wanted to do, and partners to do it with. 

That desired career needed an education in a way that his didn’t - he was able to take a high school equivalency test, and then go right into college for the teaching degree that he wanted. She needed an actual school diploma, with an actual GPA and real final test scores - apparently working in restoration was prestigious enough to warrant that level of education. 

And that was being made a lot harder with all the moving - she often had to keep track of her grades and make sure her records were in order by herself - mom and dad had a bad case of “Didn’t get it” about how serious she was taking this career goal.

The more Denton thought about it, the worse he felt. Ugh…. Being a big brother is so frustrating sometimes. So did having empathy, but that wasn’t a factor here. 

After a moment, he called out “... Hey Anya” 

“Turn off your aids. I don wanna hear you, an’ you don’ wanna hear me” she grumbled out, not even getting up to look back at him

“.... Is tha’ you tellin’ me t’shut up but different?” 

She just grumbled at him again - no verbal words that he could hear. He adjusted his hearing aid on more time

“Jus- Jus’listen…” He attempted to start. He wished she was looking at him so he could sign, but it was clear she wasn’t up for it “... I’m sorry f’r bein’ dismissive, I know it’s hard” 

Anya’s head popped up from the couch almost instantly, an expression of disbelief marring her scowl. Denton had to suppress a laugh at the reation “Wha’, feel bad f’r makin’ me upset?” 

“Yes” 

“Huh… Thanks then” 

Drew gave Denton an approving nod at the apology, before seeming to motion for him to keep talking…? The young man wondered what the pokemon was attempting to suggest, but Drew seemed to be pointing to Anya’s pokeballs, which were set up on a little pillow on a dresser by the door to the apartment. The idea clicked. 

“Uhm…. you wanna…. go battle? At the park?” “What?” 

“Do you wanna battle?” he repeated “Haven’t been out all day an’ Gengar could use a battle. He likes battling with Frankie, y’know” 

“.. He does?” 

“Aye” 

Anya looked skeptical at that reassurance, but sighed, getting into a proper sitting position on the couch before getting up, stretching as she did so “You know what, sure? I need to get outta this damn place anyway” 

“I thought you liked this apartment?” 

Her scowl became a bit more sincere for a moment. “Don’t test my patience. Ah don’ have any” 

Denton sighed, then sighed when she looked at him. “Noted. Let’s go”