#english story for listening

[scaredii-cat]

My beautiful wife!! REAL!!!!

[starrysharks]

"it happens all the time, it happens all the time", a tautology of self-delusion - a one-way love affair that turned me into a weak rabbit

[thevalleyisjolly]

It's a minor detail but I'm so emotional over Doctor Who making the universal human language in the future based on Cantonese.

[snickerdoodlles]

For the author ask thing L and M? ❤️

ooohh choosing violence i see, i approve 😂❤

L. favourite fic of yours?

gonna throw you a curveball here. while i love the question choices, i also don't want to tag someone with a post that's gushing about their story and then in the same breath talk about something i don't like. so! as you all know, i've been into KimChay for A Hot Min, so let's take a min to gush over one of my favorite lil fics that's been around since the beginning of the BOC airing:

reverence is a little collection of KimChay vignettes. it's what i would consider 'old' KimChay fandom because it has a lot of influence from the Filmania kp trailer and novel versions of them, but it still largely reads as Kim and Chay and everything's little snapshots that can be as connected or unconnected as you want to read them (ft the occasional AU chucked in for flavoring). i really like vignettes so it's very happy days for me whenever i feel like dipping my toes back into this fic for a reread 🤗

M. least favourite fic of yours?

i'm not gonna trash talk anyone's fic here, something that's not for me can just be not read by me, and that's that. so! instead i'm gonna call this the continuation of the Kim tea ask, because there was one important take i completely forgot about when answering that question lol:

☕ fic that shit talks WDYS

this includes: every damn fic that had some variation of Chay saying "YOU WERE THE ONE THAT LEFT". tell me you didn't pay attention to the lyrics without telling me you didn't pay attention to the lyrics. Jeff did not pour his blood sweat tears and more into that song for y'all to dismiss it like this. BOC did not completely rework Kim's storyline to include music so that he sung this to Chay as an apology for this. also, similar weird take that goes hand-in-hand with the dismissals: Kim did not """"steal Chay's song"""" -- WDYS is the song they literally worked on together. Kim is helping Chay write it on screen. Kim finishing it as an apology to Chay to explain Why He's Like This is a really good step towards a reconciliation between the two of them actually.

i just. aurgh. it's a fantastic song that is basically the thesis statement of kinnporsche: the series, for all three pairings, and it's just really annoying to see yet another fic ignore all of that to play off the one english line for a cheap shot at Kim. ik a decent chunk of my irritation here is the number of stories vs any story specifically, and it's not like there's ever a limit on how many times a concept will be used, but. ugh. i do not care for it At All.

[fic author asks]

[grimalkinmessor]

Just created an entire ass Meronia AU from listening to another Hazbin Hotel song like damn these bitches are like music muse CRACK wtf is happening to me rn

[greensolsikke]

Wait, what? Did he just say "I give some (re)tire for you now. You have to go real job now"???

Will there be no more Häärijä? 🤯😰

(X)

[i-am-church-the-cat]

I honestly get Max. I too dislike podcasts because they make me fall asleep.

[cubedmango]

did a rough english translation for LiSA's "REALiZE" (the theme song for the japanese dub of across the spiderverse!)

最低だ　動脈に流れ込んだ恐怖で　心臓が震えちゃってる just the worst, this fear coursing through my veins, leaving my heart trembling 限界線越えてかなきゃ　分かんないまんまdead　可能性を知りたがってる unless i cross the limits, i won't know if i'll stay dead, i want to find what's possible 期待　願い　奇想天外　怒り　燃料だろ hopes, dreams, fantasies, fury, make them your fuel 何か起こせるさ　飛び込め　糸を握って something can spark to life, just leap in and pull the threads 弱気は　悪夢呼ぶスパイラル cowardice is that nightmare we call a spiral トラウマ　上書きで財産 trauma is a possession that can be overwritten これは僕にしか出来ないんだ this is something only i can do 時間だ the time's here 見極めろ　自覚しろ　誰かの賞賛・共感なんかいらないや make sure of the facts, come to recognize, that you don't need anyone's praise or sympathy いつだって満たしてくれるのは　自分しかいないんだよ the only one who can make you feel fulfilled is your own self 限界超えてみろ　行きたいんだろう　まだ誰も知らないその先へ go reach even greater heights, where you wanna climb, to a place no one knows yet 最低な運命恨んでなんかないぜ　まだ i don't resent this wretched destiny, not yet 平穏を引っ掻いて　爪痕残しちゃえよ　心臓あくびしちゃってる claw at peace and leave behind some scars, my heart's begun to yawn 失敗を悔やんでる間　皮膚の内側から新細胞目を覚ましてる as i regret my mistakes, new cells awake from beneath my skin たらふく食べても翌日空腹だろ you can gorge on food one day and still be hungry the next 破滅主義じゃないが　波瀾　万事　 味わい深し i don't believe in destruction, but i have a taste for disturbances and all 穏やかに緩やかに静かに　ただ失っていくだけなんて嫌だ　 even if it's calmly, gently, quietly, i don't want to lose it 敵はお前じゃない the enemy is not you 時間だ the time's here 突き抜けろ　諸行無常　未来に想像通りなんていらないや break through every wall, nothing lasts for long, the future doesn't have to stick to guesses いつだって期待してるのは　それ以上のフィナーレだろ i'm always expecting a finale that goes above and beyond 現状維持が理想？　自業自得　誰かが今日に溺れてる間に is keeping status quo ideal? you reap what you sow, while someone is drowning in all of today 次のステージへ　さぁいこう let's move to the next stage 弱気は　悪夢呼ぶスパイラル cowardice is that nightmare we call a spiral トラウマ　上書きで財産 trauma is a possession that can be overwritten これは僕にしか出来ないんだ this is something only i can do 血眼になったって　汗をかいて though i've lost my cool, broken out in a sweat 縋りついて　転がって i keep clinging tight and barreling on これしか僕には出来ないんだ this is the only thing i can do "with great power comes great responsibility" 時間だ the time's here 見極めろ　自覚しろ　誰かの賞賛・共感なんかいらないや make sure of the facts, come to recognize, that you don't need anyone's praise or sympathy いつだって満たしてくれるのは　自分しかいないんだよ the only one who can make you feel fulfilled is your own self 限界超えてみろ　行きたいんだろう　まだ誰も知らないその先へ go reach even greater heights, where you wanna climb, to a place no one knows yet 最低な運命恨んでなんかないぜ　まだ i don't resent this wretched destiny, not yet 'cause i realize

[bumblingbabooshka]

I know that the post about which Star Trek you've watched was not an invitation for suggestions and that no other series can even come close to what Voyager has with Tuvok, but I think you would really enjoy Enterprise's Carbon Creek for the sheer level of Vulcan lore and shenanigans in it, and it generally works as a stand-alone episode

Can I just say I really love how you worded this and it made me laugh very hard when I read it because it sounds like you're trying very delicately to get me to move on and live my life again after a tragedy and you're very correct to do so, I earnestly love it HEHEHEH you're so nice~ "Listen...we all know Tuvok means so so much to you. No one's trying to take that away, we couldn't even we tried, you know that. But there's a whole WORLD of Star Trek out there...he would have wanted you to watch Carbon Creek - no, he would have wanted you to enjoy it." And I tearfully nod, wiping my eyes. "You're right...I'm being silly, I know." [not at all] I smile slightly. "You know what....? I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna watch Carbon Creek. What's the harm? Just one episode. It'll be good for me. It'll get my mind off him." Anyway I watched Carbon Creek

I immediately drew Tuvok <3 HEHEHE BUT I really did like the episode~!!! The subplot about Jack[?] being able to go to college was really sweet and I thought T'Mir was so lovely looking...I want to dress like her. Why can't /I/ be a little alien woman in a small town? Just because I'm mostly not a woman and live in a big city and am human?? How's THAT fair? Lying: The most fun a girl can have with her clothes on. <- deceiving others about the fact that you weren't lying? Double the fun!

[lovevalley45]

listen i know authors are out here just trying to market their work but every time i see a tiktok like ‘do u want [fictional character] but different? check out my book’ i am always like. actually no i do not.

[theshalesky]

look at them.

they haven't learnt how to make statues yet.

they don't have time for it. all their energy is being used to survive in their cruel world where the ground has been burnt centuries ago.

and yet they venerate their gods with a passionate devotion, crawling on their knees in front of the plain wood altars.

despite everything, they're convinced their gods exist. of course they are, they're right. their gods really do exist, and they know that because the gods have shaped their world as it is now and given them the powers that allow them to survive. so of course they're convinced they exist, it couldn't be otherwise.

really? looking at their story, we know their gods exist and ours might not. but they don't have more knowledge about their gods that we have about ours. we, too, have scriptures that tell us how god created and changed the world and how the abilities that make us human come from him.

are we any different from them? are they any different from us? neither of us know the things that we're worshipping.

[wibixthecowboy]

Play the Song: Part 1: Meet the Flash

Task Force 141 needs a new sniper and despite their complaints, they're assigned Flash, a joke-making, ABBA-listening, 20-year-old sharpshooter with better aim than the whole team combined. In other words, Ghost is practically handed the love of his life but he needs time to adjust because she's a firecracker.

Warnings/Tags: Age gap (20/30-32), gore, descriptions of injury/blood/wounds, swearing, weapons, literally only fluff and banter, minimal angst, soft baby girl Ghost, asshole Soap, lighthearted, I can fix him he just needs a hug, warning for an excessively bad taste in music, slow burn, protective ghost, family dynamic, big brother soap has an attitude problem, father figure Price, Gaz is just there because he’s on the wiki I have no idea who he is, eventual smut, praise, thigh riding, unprotected (wrap it up people), idk I’m sure it will get dirtier as I go, shifting POV

Side note: All of these characters are fictional! Please don’t be weird about their real life actors, leave them out of this and be respectful! 

A/N: I have been resurrected from the tumblr tombs once again to write about a man that I’ll never have. I have no idea how cod or war in general works and I don’t care enough to learn so enjoy my bullshitting.

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Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5

  ★ Ghost

  It was a hot day in Las Almas, with the temperature pushing almost 100 degrees, Ghost’s single shirt has stuck to the sheen of sweat on his chest beneath the annoyingly thick Kevlar bodyguard and left him second-guessing his faceless persona in desperation to rip the damp mask off. 

   Their sniper was down, and much to Ghost’s displeasure they were on their way to pick up a new team member fresh off the academy grill. The manila folder in his hands was thin, but the few sheets inside were enough to sell her to the coordinator, he had to admit that she seemed impressive but the minimal amount of field experience would have immediately disqualified her as a candidate if it was his choice.  

“Sniper specialist” 

“98% accuracy rate”

“trained in 6 fighting styles” 

“Distinguished Graduate Award and Clements Award winner” 

“Works under special requirements” 

He squints down at the last line, fighting the bouncing of the truck over the rough terrain to read clearly, special requirements. Ghost huffs a frustrated breath at the lack of further explanation and hands the papers to Soap next to him. 

“Do you know what the special requirements are?” He grumbles, eyeing Soap’s hunched shoulders. They had just gotten the call to clear a residency that would hopefully contain the information on the next run and they would be heading straight in with a newbie. No one was happy. 

Soap shuffles through the papers, barely taking the time to skim the words before he’s shoving them behind him to Price in the back seat. 

“Why the fuck would I know? Do I look like the coordinator?” Ghost raises an eyebrow at the attitude but decides to let it go. He knows from experience that poking would get him nowhere. 

Ghost turns his head to Price in hopes of a clearer answer but he just shakes his head and hands the papers back. 

“You’re missing a few pages there Ghost.” Price says closing his eyes and resting against the seat. Soap, suddenly done with the conversation rolls his eyes and turns to watch the sparse rolling landscape out the window.

“This is the entire file, I opened it on the way here.” Ghost retorts, looking down to flip through the paperwork. It takes him a moment to see it but when he does his hands freeze. Signaled by the sudden stop, Price sits up and looks over the seat to read the page in Ghost’s hand. 

“Oh shit”  

 Somehow both of them had missed the single line at the bottom of the first page,

“Missions completed: 0″

 Realization slowly dawns on him, this recruit has absolutely no field experience. When the coordinator said fresh off the grill he meant it. Ghost turns to relay his newfound information to Soap but snaps his mouth shut at the sight of his pissy expression. 

This new realization leaves a pit in Ghost’s stomach. He hadn’t signed up for training, the recruit couldn't be over 25, a vast difference compared to their already existing team. He’d asked for their best sniper, not a child.   

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   The van’s wheels grind to a halt in front of the small outpost building and Soap slams the door open, eager to get the process over with. As if on cue the doors open wide to reveal the coordinator and their new recruit. Ghost balks, through the shimmering heat he can make out two shapes, one being the coordinator and the other he assumes is the recruit. The top of her helmet is level with his shoulder pad and with the rifle being half her height, she looks more like a child than a soldier.

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me. Jesus Fuckin’ Christ that's a child!” Although he wasn’t quick enough to stop him, Price still gives Soap a hard shove to the shoulder. Soap turns around in his seat ready to hit back but Ghost grabs his fist and levels him with a glare. Even with Soap’s strong accent muddying his tone, the words ring clear past the approaching pair. The recruit stands tall though, power-walking through the sand and stopping in front of the open sliding door. 

If it wasn’t for the giant rifle and other military paraphernalia strapped to her chest Ghost would assume he was back at a countryside bar in Kentucky. Her golden blonde hair has been weaved into a thick braid hanging halfway down her chest, framing her freckled face in soft layers and shining in the mid-day sun. The recruit’s blue eyes shone with a wild flare that left Ghost shifting in his seat. Upon noticing a slight gap between her front teeth he feels the corner of his mouth twitch upwards, only to frown at the lack of southern drawl when she finally speaks. 

“I go by Flash, and for your information, my 20th birthday was this summer and I’m probably a better shot than all of you. Now that’s out of the way, are we ready to go gentleman?” 

The entire team freezes in shock at the new and unexpected information. Ghost chokes on his next breath of air and his dignity is saved by Soap’s sudden yell.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN 20?” Flash’s façade falters for just a second at the brute yell before Price is shoving past Soap to get out of the car and stand in front of the pair, blocking them from view. 

Price and the coordinator exchange a few short words before Ghost clears his throat and interrupts.

“No.”

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★ Flash

   Flash had been warned about joining Task Force 141, as soon as the news was announced whispers floated around the academy, leaving Flash the center of attention. She was stopped nearly every day to be questioned about the lone wolf Lieutenant Ghost and despite her constant pressing that she had not met any of them, let alone the one known most for his evasiveness, the pestering continued. Flash was tired of being a show pony. She had an itch that needed to be scratched and it wouldn’t happen through obstacle courses and teaching. She needed to be out on the field and she was prepared to do whatever she needed to do to prove herself. What she hadn't prepared for was outright denial.

Everyone’s attention shifts to Lieutenant Ghost, and the man in front of her winces before speaking.

“Ghost it is not up for debate she’s already signed on.”

“Well, fuckin’ take her off then Price!” The loud Scottish man yells again. 

 After an awkward pause, the coordinator shifts on his feet and directs his attention to Captain Price, 

“Captain this decision is final, paperwork has already been filed, and the academy has handed her off.” He clears his throat before speaking “And if I may, Flash has the highest scores of all time on nearly every leaderboard back at the academy, she’s no beginner.” Flash feels a swell of pride and makes a note to thank him later. 

“It’s not happening” Lieutenant Ghost’s voice is cold and has Flash’s newfound pride deflating. So much for making new friends. 

Captain Price sighs before turning to speak directly to Lieutenant Ghost,

“Ghost it seems like we don’t have much choice. Soap move to the back, Flash can take your spot.” He heaves a sigh and Flash can see him bracing himself for a backlash but its not from who she expected. 

“This is utter dog shit, I’m not working with a child!” Soap drops his head into his hands before heaving himself out of his seat and into the back. Flash’s smirk falters when she realizes who she’ll be placed next to but she takes a breath and steps into the van, ignoring Captain Price’s outstretched hand. 

Captain Price shoves himself next to Soap and the coordinator gives them one last salute before pulling the door shut.

   It’s a tight squeeze in the van, the third seat of the second row has been ripped out and replaced with a few precariously balanced boxes, leaving her pressed up against the side of the Lieutenant. Although the sweltering day had given her a rosy complexion the heat of his body made her face flush an even deeper shade of pink. 

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They bump along the road for a bit before it dawns on Flash that she’s on the way to her first mission. She can’t help the grin that slowly makes its way across her face.

“What’s that shit eating grin for?” Soap grumbles from the back seat obviously still sore from being forced into the back. Flash cant help the giggles that force their way up when she spots him glaring at her through the rearview mirror.

“Nothing.” She replies with a simple shrug and drops her gaze down to her lap, still smiling. Ghost’s rigid posture doesn’t relax but when he looks down at her she can almost see a glint of humor in his blue eyes. She stares back, “What?”

“Nothing.” He mimics. 

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. 

[colinhugh3s]

could NOT be prouder of jamie learning vocabulary, does he have a word-a-day calendar? does he listen to an english language podcast while working out? the possibilities are endless