#i could do audiobooks or something

[warningsine]

GIRLS5EVA • Summer Dutkowsky

[pavlovianfuckery]

i am very interested in whatever is going on with his face here actually

like yes, why did you keep the murder mask? for idiot reasons? or do you not even really know?

[qwuilty]

good afternoon postal tumblr im having a normal one

[astrarche-x]

what do you people think. if Esen was alone when Ouyang returned from Bianliang. would they have kissed

[lichtecht]

PART 6

of the dfk 2023 audiobook translation

@cnka

Martina: „…Can I borrow your phone really quick?“ Jo (confused): „Hm?“ Martina: „Mine’s broken.“

Narrator (audiobook): Doctor’s daughter? If Jo knew… Martina borrowed the phone to make a call. I wonder who she’s calling?

Oskar: „Thaler?“

Narrator (audiobook): Exactly! Martina is calling her brother, who is at the moment clumsily trying to make himself fried eggs.

Martina: „It’s me!“ Oskar: „Martina?!“ Martina: „How are you?“ Oskar: „Good…“

Oskar is putting the frying pan with the messed up eggs into the sink and letting water run into it.

Martina: „Are you sure? Can you manage?“ Oskar: „Yeah… It’s just boring without you.“

Narrator (audiobook): The burnt eggs in the pan, which he douses with water, say something else.

Martina: „Are you alone?“ Oskar: „Yeah, Mama is on late shift again…“

Oskar is stepping out onto the balcony.

Oskar: „And? How is it on that giggle mountain?“

[Note: He says „Kicherberg“ here, which is a wordplay that I can’t translate. The words „Kicher“ and „Kirche“ sound similar. „Kicher“ means „giggle“ and „Kirche“ means „church“. „Berg“ is the mountain]

Martina: (laughs) „You mean Kirchberg. Well, it’s all very different from back where we live. It’s nice there too, but it’s just more rural here. Small houses…“ Oskar: „Since when do you like where we live?“

Narrator (audiobook): Jo steps out of the room into the corridor.

Martina (hastily): „I need to go now, Oskar, bye, love you!“

She hands the phone back to Jo.

Jo: „You need a phone here. That’s our only connection to civilization.“

SCENE CHANGE. We now see Matze and Uli’s room.

Narrator (audiobook): Matze and Uli share a room. Uli is in the process of creating a map of the old city wall of Kirchberg, with the title;

Uli (whispers): „The legend of Kirchberg!“

Matze, angestrengt schnaufend: „…19! …20!“ (pants)

Narrator (audiobook): …while the strong Matze is busy doing his fitness exercises on the floor.

Uli: „Now?“ Matze (panting): „Can you help me with the Sit-Ups really quick?“ Uli: „Yes.“ Matze: (breathes out deeply)

Narrator (audiobook): Uli gets up from his desk and holds down Matze’s feet while he does his stomach exercises, pulling himself up to his knees with the power of his torso.

Uli: „One. Two. Three. Four…“ Matze: „I’m gonna train until I’m invincible as a boxer! Fast like Ali, elegant like Maske, effective like the Klitschkos!“

Matze lets himself fall on his back with a huff.

Uli: „Invincible. Can you teach me that too?“ Matze: „What?“ Uli: „Well, how to defend myself.“ Matze: (sighs) „Uli, I’m taking care of you! Okay?“

Uli: „Yeah… There’s really just nothing I’m good at. Except studying.“

Matze: „I wish I was as smart as you.“ Uli: „And I wish I was as strong as you.“

Matze smiles.

Matze: „…By the way… what are you doing in the holidays, you don’t… happen to be here?“ Uli: „Nah. That’s pretty soon! My grandparents invited us to Sylt. Um. And I thought you’d be in your father’s boxing camp?“ Matze: „Yeah… I don’t really know if that’s for me yet. They’re all just amateurs…“

Matze stands up and walks over to the wall where his training plan hangs.

Narrator (audiobook): Matze studies the training plan hanging on his wall. Maybe he’s taken on a little too much?

As the night falls, Justus Bökh goes around to check wether all students are in their rooms. He starts with Matze and Uli.

Knocking. Door opens.

Bökh: „Good evening, you rascals… Everything alright here?“

Narrator (audiobook): The two mumble an answer.

Bökh: „Full sentences, please.“ Matze: „Everything alright…“ Uli: „…Herr Bökh.“ Bökh: „Exactly. Herr Bökh.“ (takes a breath) „Good.“

[bramblequeer]

Sent the longest text ever to The Boy who I believe confessed his feelings to me last night. I’ve had a whole letter to him ready to go since January explaining that I’m trans and aro ace and I feel a bit sick now I’ve sent it but ho hum it’s done now

[thesoniclibrary]

If I make a discord we could do fic reads in voice chat......

[lavender---sunshine]

in all seriousness i 90% sure im going to quit my job tomorrow and for a while i will have just enough money to live on and will have to spruce up my resume and job hunt and stress but MY GOD i need to do something else because this is making me suicidal

[limoneads]

dear esteemed besties,

i need help naming my cat. please. any name suggestions would be very helpful

[sovamurka]

Igor Knyazev and the way he voices Tigris in russian audiobook version of "The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes" honestly makes me melt <3

[running-in-the-dark]

my gallbladder surgery is in like 6 hours (that's when I need to be at the hospital anyway, it might take a long time until it's actually my turn) and I'm pretty anxious now 😔 I know it's very likely that everything will go well and I'm trying not to think about everything that could go wrong.

at least I can stop myself from thinking about that kind of thing now - before the anxiety meds I'd probably have been unable to sleep for the last week, and I'd have thought about it all day every day, and I'd have been legitimately panicking for days. now the unpleasant thoughts happen, I tell myself 'it's going to be fine and if it isn't we can't change it anyway' and move on.

[gayness-and-mayhem]

In a slightly worrying turn of events, I now physically cannot stop thinking about Nigel Slater.

[depresseddepot]

getting a UV light was both a very good and very bad idea because now I can see where in my apartment is dirty but. um. that also can means I can SEE where in my apartment is dirty.

[artemismatchalatte]

Now that NaNoWriMo is over, boy do I have a lot of editing to do. And reading to catch up on. I might have finished 1 or 2 books during the entire month of November because I was so focused on writing and school. 

I’m currently at 79/90 books for this year. And I kind of want to reach that goal. I did not read 75 books last year (I got to 70 books). I used to do 100+ a year but I also wasn’t in grad school and read a lot more manga and YA lit. I don’t really read much of either of those genres any more. Occasionally, I do but nowhere near as much as I used to. I’ve mostly been leaning more into classic lit, nonfiction, and historic fiction lately. 

[what-even-is-thiss]

The reason people don’t want to work is that it’s just normal for them to be in bad work environments.

My issue with working at Walmart wasn’t the work itself I was doing. It was the circumstances around it. The concrete floor, lack of places to sit, having to put up with asshole customers, not getting time off for injuries, and bad pay.

If I had been given shock pads to stand on or a few chairs to rest on sometimes, if they paid me a livable amount of money and I was allowed to yell back at asshole customers, if they had given me any amount of training, I would happily work part time folding clothes all day and telling people where the swimsuit section is.

I’m a creative type. I’m a writer. I’m pretty smart, even. But if I could make a living folding shirts and listening to podcasts in one ear and helping people find the scented candles for 30 hours a week? I would. Leaves some mental space free for me to brainstorm. Lets me catch up on my reading with audiobooks.

But instead I was treated so badly by upper management and customers that I’m like legitimately a little frightened whenever I step into a Walmart now. And I only worked there for three months a few years ago.

I’m a good lower level worker. When I’m treated well. I like finishing tasks. I like being helpful. I like having some time to talk to coworkers and some time alone with my thoughts. I’m a frickin team player. And that’s how I was at my first job. I was treated well by my supervisor. I was trained. They were patient with me. I was so good at being low on the totem pole at that job because I was valued and felt like I was being listened to. I was able to sit still when there was nothing left to do which made it feel less bad when we were on a time crunch. I didn’t mind working hard at that job because it was fun even though I was doing all the low level stuff that the supervisors didn’t want do.

But at Walmart I was like that for all of two days. Then I figured out that nobody appreciated my work and if I worked in my normal people pleasing manner I’d kill myself because their standards were high and the rewards for meeting them were low.

So I slowed down. I started avoiding customers. I started taking a lot longer to get to my breaks and to come back from them. I became worse at my job because no matter how good I was at it there would be no reward, no appreciation, and I’d just be pushed further beyond my limits.

My only level of happiness from that job came from the people who were working with me. The old ladies and my department manager who made sure I wasn’t overextending myself. The one other young man working in the clothing department who always got sent with me to unload the heavy stuff and commiserated with me about the shoulder injuries, the hurting feet we were too young to have.

But none of that was enough to make me stay. We were constantly understaffed. I was constantly abused by customers and not able to do a thing about it. I was not paid much at all. So as soon as I had enough saved up for what I was trying to do and my last semester of college was about to start I handed in my two weeks.

I would have found a way to stay if I liked that job. If I liked that job I would’ve pushed myself to my mental limits to finish college and keep that job at the same time. Heck that job could’ve been a rest from college. A place to get away from it. But I hate that job so I got out as soon as I could.

I want to work. I want enough money to live sort of comfortably. I want to have some tasks to do to give my creativity a rest. I want to be a part of something. But the way that modern corporate run work environments are set up does not give me any of the things I actually want out of a job. And I think that’s the same for millions of people right now. A lot of people would happily spend their lives as a waitress or an Uber driver or a warehouse worker or a farmhand or any other “low skill” job you can possibly think of. But with the way the world works right now those jobs are absolutely miserable. It doesn’t have to be that way. I know because I’ve had a fulfilling part time minimum wage job that I looked forward to going to every week. A job where I was listened to and allowed to sit when I needed to. I miss that job. Especially now since I’ve realized that’s not the standard. It should be. People should look forward to going to work or at the very least not get mild ptsd whenever they set foot into a Walmart.

[boneless-mika]

Just had the thought “I want to listen to an audiobook with subtitles” as though that isn’t just a book