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i-literally-cant-with-this · 3 months

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Thinking about being Kafka's needy, horny little wife.

He surprises you when he comes home for lunch one day. You don't have anything prepared for him A) because he didn't tell you and though you could sling some food together for him really quick, B), because you're too busy in your bedroom running a very precise vibrator over your clit.

You're too busy thinking about how yummy he looked this morning. Too busy listening to your most recent favorite song to hear him unlock and come in the front door.

Your eyes are closed, and your legs are wide open, back flat against the bed. Small, breathy and whiny moans escape your lonely lips. God what you wouldn't give to have Kafka stuff you full of his cock right now.

He said your name, but it was drowned out by the music being up so loud. And rather than continuing to holler for you, he just headed down the hallway to the bedroom.

What he saw when he looked around the doorframe was truly a thing of beauty: Your swollen cunt was pulsing again and again as you pulled away just in time to deny yourself another orgasm.

But you didn't know he was there. You didn't hear anything but the melodic serenade of the song you'd put on repeat.

Once you were sure you could keep going, you lifted your head to see where the vibrator landed on the bed. Instead of seeing that, you caught an eye full of Kafka just standing there. Smirking at you.

"So's this what you do all day when I'm keeping the country safe?" He laughed and ducked down when you threw your toy at him. "Hey! Hey ... I come in peace. I can't say the same thing for you, though. Goodness, kitten. You miss me that much, mm?" He said, his voice dropped to a low tone that would've been almost scary if it wasn't so sexy.

He sauntered over to you in his officer's uniform, undoing his pants when he reached the bed.

You hopped right up and got on your knees on the floor, pushing him back onto the bed, pulling his pants down around his ankles, essentially trapping him there.

Of course, he could've gotten away if he wanted to. But he's never said no to your mouth being wrapped snugly around his dick.

You went right to work, bobbing your head up and down the full length of his cock, moaning against him every time you felt the tip hit the back of your throat.

"Fuh- oh - oh my god, kitten. What the hell's gotten into you to- fuck! Today?"

You looked up at him as your hand stroked what wasn't between your lips, coming off of him with a pop, you said, "I juh- fuck," you wiped the wet mess off of your chin with the back of your hand and continued, "I just want you, Kaf, so fucking bad today, want you so bad."

You turned your attention back to sucking him off, fully enjoying the reactions you were getting from him.

His abs and thighs began to tense up, his cock throbbing against your hot tongue. "Hmm ... kit- kitten, gonna - oh fuck, gonna cum f'ya keep that up ... hoh my god, baby ... please ... please please please doh-hon't stop. Don't ever stop."

So, you didn't. You sped up your movements, pulling him right over the edge. "Cuh-cuh-fuckin' cumming! Oh shit, shit shit shit! Hoh god ... b-babe! Fuck!" It was an explosion in your mouth that you wholly consumed.

"C'mere, you." He pulled you up onto his lap and cupped his hands under your ass, squeezing you impossibly close. "I needa eat lunch before I head back. You wanna help me with that? Maybe gimme somethin' tuh eat, mm?"

You smiled against his kiss and got up off of his lap.

"Aht! Where you think y'goin', uh?" He said as he stood and scooped you up into his arms.

"G'na fix you some lunch ... right?"

"Mm-mm. Tag baby cakes. You're it. Now, get back t'how I found ya and get ready. 'M fuckin' starvin' t'day."

Fuck, you love this man.

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nguyenthiennhuong · 2 years

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Lời bài hát Romeo N Juliet - Clazziquai

Nahl baraboh-neun nuh-reul neu-kki-tteu-shee Ne e-gah nam-geen hyang-kee-ehn Dah-re un guht geu-run neu-kkeem-ee eet-jee Geu-juh noon-eul gam-ah-doh dah boh-ee-neun Nuh-yeh oh-neul haru jong-il-eun Negah ubbshee-doh geu-ree-doh ahreum-dah-woon-jee *nahl ool-lee-neun, nuhl-buh-ree-neun Se ulpeun yehgeen haji mahyo Oori doori hohl-loh ahreum-dahb-doh-rohk Ee sesang-eh Neh nahl-deul-ri nuh-eh…

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kafka-ish · 4 years

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crying my heart out for you | b.d.

y/n’s boyfriend, bill denbrough, breaks it off with her but y/n just can’t seem to figure out what she did wrong.

word count: 1,809

warnings/included: inference of sex, angst(?), fem!reader

a/n: loosely based off of this song. also pls enjoy my attempt at an angst fic

“I j-juh-just think we sh-shu-hould take a break. Th-tha-that’s all.” Bill’s stutter had gotten exponentially worse as he tried to voice his thoughts. He never intended for this to happen, but y/n knew that phrase was bound to fall from his lips sometime. Whether it be when they both were headed off to different colleges or right now.

y/n had no difficulty processing the scene taking place in front of her; the situation made to be crystal clear. But before her, stood what was once a daydream. Her daydream. Which was now shattered; the sound of her breaking heart was what brought her back to reality.

The two stood in silence for a while. A certain tenseness persisted between the two and y/n’s brain was still racking up different ways to say ‘i love you’ to a boy who didn’t feel the same.

A tear raced down her cheek and that was the last thing she needed. y/n wanted to stay strong and look just as unbothered as Bill did. But it was no use. A shudder possessed her being. Her heart thumped rapidly despite the fact it felt like it would never work again.

“Hey...” Bill reached out to grab y/n’s hand but she quickly yanked it away. “This is- this is ha-hard fo-for me too, y/n.”

“You like someone else.” y/n’s words were venom. She couldn’t stand to look at the boy who broke her heart anymore. Her eyes drifted to study the soft overgrown grass at her feet, a sorry replacement for Bill.

“Wha-what muh-makes you say th-that?” A look of skepticism washed over Bill’s face. He squinted in disbelief at the girl standing in his presence.

“I see the way you look at her.” y/n tried to swallow the sadness apparent in her voice.

“Who?”

No response.

“Wh-who’s her?” Bill grew impatient at the lack of response but before he could ask again, y/n finally spoke up.

“Beverly Marsh.” y/n sucked in a deep breath then proceeded to erupt in a pool of tears.

“Why wuh-wuh-would... Why would yo-ou assume th-that?” Bill’s pressing questions that somehow felt like an interrogation didn’t help.

“I should go.” y/n’s voice was a whisper.

And at that, she left, not giving the boy she still loved an answer.

Quite frankly, y/n didn’t know how to reply. All she knew was that Bill loved someone and it wasn’t her. And whether Bill knew it or not, y/n did.

The last few days were spent in y/n’s room. Occasionally, she’d leave for a meal or two. Otherwise, she’d stay locked in there like a vampire in its coffin during daylight. Every day a memory of her and Bill replayed in her head. Regret and doubt clouded her mind as the scenes repeated themselves.

Bill’s breath tickled the shell of y/n’s ear and her heart thumped out of her chest at the sensation.

He lay bare in front of her, her the same. y/n admired his toned chest and pale skin. Her fingertips traced the outline of his skin conscientiously. Her mind screamed at her. Go faster, faster, faster. But her motions kept at a slow and steady rate.

“Ar-are you shu-sure you wuh-wuh-want this?” her boyfriend asked. He looked deep into her loving eyes, reading her like a book. His hand reached over to brush a strand of loose hair that fell in the way of her face—he wanted to see every edge of her features.

“Of course.” y/n gazed back at him with the same adoration. “Anything for you.” At these words, Bill enraptured her lips in a romantic kiss, leaving her breathless and craving more.

y/n’s eyes puffed and grew red at the thought of them. How they used to be. She wanted everything to forget him but, at the same time, she couldn’t stand the thought of losing him.

“You can’t keep yourself locked up in here forever,” Ben Hanscom said. The edge of the bed dipped slightly from where he sat. His attempts to comfort his friend were frantic, but he was unsure if she was even listening. “I know what it’s like when the person you love doesn’t feel the same way,” he continued. “It sucks at first..”

y/n clung to every word Ben had to offer. Shallow breaths left her stilled figure as she laid buried under the covers.

“...But you’ll get over it, y/n. I know you. You’re strong. You’re beautiful. You’re-”

y/n cut him off. She shoved the covers away from her figure and pressed an abrupt kiss to his lips. But it wasn’t the same with Ben.

He pulled away fast and stared at her blankly.

“Sorry,” y/n squeaked. Her demeanor was small and she wanted to curl up into a ball until she became one with the air.

“I know you’re hurt, y/n/n.” Ben gave her a sad look which resonated with her. “What do you want?” Sincerity graced each word, but y/n assumed he already knew the answer.

A shaky breath left her lips and all y/n could do was lean into the boy; staining his oversized sweatshirt.

A week had passed when y/n eventually conjured up enough courage to face Bill at school again. Whenever she passed him in the halls, her stare lingered and a bubble formed in her throat.

Whenever she looked his way, Beverly’s fiery red hair also struck her eye line. She always saw the pair together. Bill’s arm either wrapped around her or he’d be caught in a laugh while looking wistfully into her eyes.

Once, their eyes interlocked with each other, but the contact ended just as fast as it happened. y/n could only hope that he still remembered the times they shared together.

y/n waited outside of the Aladdin theatre. Her posture was slightly hunched and she was nervously fiddling with her thumbs. This was her and Bill’s first date. They planned to see some cheesy horror movie that y/n had already forgotten the name of and the girl was downright anxious.

Sweat stuck to her palms which she rubbed off on her floral sundress before checking her watch. 3:42. The movie started at 3:55.

“H-hey!” Bill shouted at her from a few paces away. y/n lifted her head and smiled at the sight laid out in front of her. He was jogging towards her and waving his hand to get her to notice him.

“Hi!” y/n’s voice was filled with the same enthusiasm. The two had only recently confessed their mutual likeness for one another, but Bill made y/n feel as if she were on cloud nine with every simple action.

Bill paid for both of their tickets and offered his arm for her to hold onto before walking into the building. “R-ready?”

Her heart swelled at his gentleness. She leaned closer into him only to be met with the faint scent of his deodorant and the fabric softener that stuck to his flannel.

y/n still knew Bill’s scent just as well as she knew the back of her hand. But while she watched Bill who was now replacing the books in his locker, she could only hope Beverly made him happy. She hoped Beverly gave him the same joy Bill used to bring her.

The draft that enveloped her felt balmy against her chapped skin. y/n’s feet dangled at the quarry’s edge. She hadn’t planned on swimming today; just admiring the shine of the water as it reflected against the sun.

“y/n.” Goosebumps formed at the sound of the voice.

“Hi, Bill.” She swallowed the lump forming in her throat.

“I wuh-wan-ted t-to talk to you.” What could Bill possibly want to say? And how did he know where to find—

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” y/n said, interrupting her own thoughts.

“y/n, puh-please.”

“What could you possibly have to say to me?” y/n was barely able to croak the words out. The sentence sounded pitiful against the warm air surrounding the two.

Bill sat down next to her. Just his presence warmed her body. No matter how hurt she was, she still felt a sense of comfort from him. His shoulder brushed hers and his stare seared her skin. y/n couldn’t bring herself to face him regardless of how much she longed to. She continued to examine the water down below them, not having the audacity to give in to her desires.

“I doh-don’t like Beh-Beverly.”

“And it took you this long to realize?” y/n wondered incredulously. Disbelief crossed her face, contorting it into an expression of anger and confusion. She wanted to get the message across that she was mad. Furious. Heartbroken. But the girl stayed silent and still didn’t let herself face him. “Why did you want us to go on a break in the first place?” The harshness in her words had softened and her shoulders slumped even more.

“To muh-make sure—”

“Make sure of what?” y/n shot back. Annoyance manifested itself into her speech, but Bill’s reply was only calm and considerate.

Bill’s eyes watched her carefully. He placed his fingers under the girl’s chin, forcing her to look at him. y/n could almost dissipate at the sight of his pupils; glossed over and blown with admiration. She relaxed at his touch, the way she used to, and things almost felt like how they once were.

The boy leaned in, placing a tender kiss on her rosy lips. It was light, barely brushing against hers, but y/n could still tell how soft they were even from under his faint touch.

“I love you,” he whispered into her mouth. The murmur was barely audible and if y/n weren’t so close to him she may not have heard the declaration.

y/n was too enthralled at his confession and enamored in him to notice he spoke without a stutter.

She pulled away, looking at Bill with the same fascination and wonder in her eyes just like the night they had explored each other. Her eyes were wide and concentrated on his every move. Her skin glowed under the sun’s sweet rays. And her features seemed to be brighter under Bill’s fixed stare.

“I love you too.” She spoke in a breath just as soft as his when he was the one uttering the words. “I’ll love you until the end of time.”

Bill removed his hand from her face. It found its place holding hers instead, and he rubbed circles against her cool skin that he wanted to feel against his forever. He was sure of it.

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trig-sleng · 5 years

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Animal Names in Trigedasleng – NON-CANON

To view the list alphabetised in Trig, click here.

Engl. alphabetised:-

Badger: noun – strikklodon [str-ick-clod-on] from ‘small-clawed-one’ Bat: noun – natflaya [n-at-flay-ah] from ‘night-flyer’ Black bear: noun – sheidklodon [sh-ay-d-clod-on] from ‘sheid+klodon’ Crow: noun – brolsora [br-ole-sore-ah] from ‘brolgeda+sora’ Donkey, mule: noun – stobona [st-o-bon-ah] from ‘stubborn+agent suffix’ Ferret, weasel: noun – tobi [toe-be] from ‘toby’ Gerbil, hamster: noun – bidafluf [bid-ah-fluf] from ‘bit-of-fluff’ Goat: noun – strikika [str-ee-kick-ah] from ‘small+kicker’ Great worm: noun – dai skwoma [dye-squ-om-ah] from ‘dire-mokskwoma’ Grizzly bear: noun – dai klodon [dye-clod-on] from ‘dire+klodon’ Jellyfish: noun – fotosak [fot-oh-sack] from ‘evil+bag’ Moose: noun – bowinka [bow-ink-ah] from ‘bullwinkle’ Polar bear: noun – azklodon [az-clod-on] from ‘az+klodon’ Possum: noun – tristoka [tree-stock-ah] from ‘tree-stalker’ River serpent: noun – devejak [deh-veh-jack] from ‘devil+jack diamond’ Sea serpent, sea monster: noun – chesi [chess-ee] from ‘chessie’ Sheep: noun – flufgiva [fluff-giv-ah] from ‘fluff-giver’ Sloth: noun – limhanga [lim-hang-ah] from ‘limb-hanger’ Squirrel: noun – triklama [tree-clam-ah] from ‘tree-climber’ Turkey: noun – gobla [gob-lah] from ‘gobbler’ Wasp: noun – feis-staba [fays-stab-ah] from ‘face-stabber’ Wolverine: noun – modofret [moh-doh-fret] from ‘

Alternative animal names that could vary from clan to clan:- Bear: noun – klodon [clod-on] from ‘clawed-one’ Bee: noun – boza [boz-ah] from ‘buzzer’ Crab: noun – sispada [sis-pad-ah] from ‘sea-padder’ Ferret, weasel: noun – toubi [toe-be] from ‘toby’ Fox: noun – swaipa [sw-eye-pah] from ‘swiper’ Pig: noun – beikon [b-ay-con] from ‘bacon’ Snake: noun – wanglompa [w-ang-glom-pah] from unknown Spider: noun – idimeika [id-ee-m-ay-kah] from ‘eight-tiny-hands’

Names that I have made up:- Alligator: noun – laja [la-juh-ah] from ‘large-jaw’ Beaver: noun – hora [h-or-ah] from ‘hoarder’ Cougar, mountain lion: noun – chopstepa [chop-step-ah] from ‘chopa+sofstepa’ Eagle: noun – merisora [merry-sore-ah] from ‘american-bird’ Elephant: noun – feishouz [fays-hoe-z] from ‘face-hose’ Elk, great moose: noun – dai bowinka [dye-bow-ink-ah] from ‘dire-moose’ Gazelle: noun – snaplipa [snap-l-ee-pah] from ‘fast-leaper’ Hawk: noun – dai wansora [dye-w-on-sore-ah] from ‘dire-death-bird’ Hedgehog: noun – graunkrola [gr-ow-n-krol-ah] from ‘ground-crawler’ Hippo, hippopotamus: noun – oweitbaf [o-w-ay-t-baf] from ‘overweight+bath’ Otter: noun – flufswima [fluff-swim-ah] from ‘fluff+swimmer’ Owl: noun – sinflapa [s-ee-n-flap-ah] from ‘seeing-flapper’ Panther: noun – natstepa [n-at-step-ah] from ‘night+sofstepa’ Porcupine: noun – skyuwabis [skew-ah-b-ee-s] from ‘skewer-beast’ Ram, male sheep: noun – flufgora [fluff-gore-ah] from ‘fluff+horn’ Rhino, rhinoceros: noun – dai bisgora [dye-bee-s-gore-ah] from ‘dire-beast+horn’ Skunk: noun – fotoraip [fot-oh-r-eye-p] from ‘evil+ripe’

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slythecosmosrunner · 5 years

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When it comes to pronouncing the word "Gerudo", I'm cool with "geh-ROO-doh", I'm cool with "juh-ROO-doh", but if you try to come at me with "GROOT-o", we're done, son

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titaban · 4 years

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Korean 101

Basic Greetings

안녕하세요 (ahn-nyung-ha-se-yo) — Hello

This can be said at any point in the day, and you can reply to this in exactly the same manner.

반갑습니다 (bahn-gap-seup-ni-da) — Nice to meet you

If you meet someone, especially someone of importance, you can illustrate your respect with this short phrase.

어떻게 지내세요? (uh-dduh-keh ji-neh-seh-yo?) — How are you?

Just a standard way to inquire about someone’s day. It can be used with those you’ve seen recently or those you haven’t seen in a while.

잘 지내요 (jal-ji-neh-yo) — I am good

A positive response to the above question of “How are you?” and can simply mean that all’s well in your world.

제 이름은 _____ (jeh ee-reum-un _____) — My name is _____

A simple way to introduce yourself to anyone.

안녕 (ahn-nyung) / 안녕히 계세요 (ahn-nyung-hee geh-seh-yo) / 안녕히 가세요 (ahn-nyung-hee gah-seh-yo) — Goodbye

Common Courtesy

감사합니다 (gam-sa-ham-ni-da) — Thank you

This is a formal, all-around safe way to offer your gratitude. Alternatively, you may say 고맙습니다 (go-mahp-seup-ni-da).

천만에요 (chun-mahn-eh-yo) — You’re welcome (formal)

It’s not often that Koreans actually respond to a “Thank you” with a “You’re welcome,” but if you wish to be extra polite, then you can throw in this phrase. Normally, you can respond to thanks with a simple, humble 아닙니다 (ah-nib-nee-da), which means “It’s nothing.”

실례합니다 (shil-leh-hap-nee-da ; polite) / 잠시만요 (jam-shi-mahn-yo ; “wait a moment”) — Excuse me

실례합니다 is a very polite phrase used to get someone’s attention, such as for when you approach a stranger for help. 잠시만요 more or less means “Wait a moment” but can be used for situations such as when you need to push past or be a minor physical hindrance to people.

여기요 (yuh-gi-yo) — Over here

Use this phrase with a raised hand or some kind of physical gesture to get someone to come over to you. This can also be used to flag down a waiter in a restaurant.

죄송합니다 (jweh-sung-hap-nee-da) / 미안합니다 (mi-ahn-hap-nee-da) — I’m sorry

Used for any situation where you need to excuse your behavior. Both ways of saying sorry are formal and have an almost equal amount of weight (are interchangeable).

주세요 (ju-seh-yo) — Please give

Navigating Around and Finding Your Way

왼쪽 (oen-jjok) / 오른쪽 (oh-reun-jjok) / 직진 (jik-jjin) — left / right / straight

These are self-explanatory, and if you’re asking for directions, you’ll most definitely be hearing these words. Make sure you memorize them so you can at least pick up general directions.

길을 잃었어요 (gil-eul ilh-uht-suh-yo) — I’m lost

The phrase literally means “I lost my way” and will tell any native that you’ll need some navigation help. Follow up with something that will indicate where you’d like to go.

_____ 어디인지 아세요? (_____ uh-di-eehn-ji ah-seh-yo?) — Do you know where _____ is?

This will be critical anytime you need to locate anything. This phrase isn’t travel-specific, and can be used for most situations where you need to find a location (for example, you can use this phrase at a department store to find a specific shop).

잘 모르겠네요 (jal mo-reu-geht-neh-yo) — I don’t understand

It’s highly likely that you won’t understand every word of Korean you hear, and it’s best to let whoever’s talking to you know that! Many will be kind enough to try and simplify their message for your comprehension.

한국말 잘 못해요 (hahn-guhk-mal jal moht-heh-yo) — I don’t speak Korean well

A nice notification that will save you from being bombarded by Korean. Honesty is a good policy when it comes to using a foreign language.

영어 할 수 있어요? (yung-uh hal su-eet-suh-yo?) — Do you speak English?

Most Korean natives know some English to be able to help you out in a tough spot, so don’t be afraid to ask!

천천히 말씀해 주세요 (chun-chun-hee mal-sseum-heh ju-seh-yo) — Please speak slowly

Korean is a rather quickly-spoken language, especially when the speaker is quite emotional (Korean dramas, anyone?). Therefore, use this phrase to politely request a slow-down.

_____ (으)로 가주세요 (ih-roh gah-ju-seh-yo) — Please take me to _____

If you need a guiding hand, then this will be the phrase to use. You can quickly find people willing to direct you to where you need to go. This phrase can also be used to inform a taxi driver of your destination. (When the place name ends with a consonant, use “으로,” otherwise use “로.”)

화장실이 어디예요? (hwa-jang-shil-ee uh-di-eh-yo?) — Where is the bathroom?

Dining

_____ 주세요 (_____ ju-seh-yo) — Please give me _____

To order your meal, simply state it and tack on 주세요 afterwards. Short and simple!

메뉴 주세요 (meh-nyu ju-seh-yo) — Menu, please

More often than not, Korean restaurants won’t have the menu out on the tables. To get one, simply raise your hand and state this phrase.

계산서 주세요 (keh-san-suh ju-seh-yo) — Bill, please

Waiters in Korean restaurants often will not personally ask if you’ve finished your meal, so once your stomach is satisfied and you’re ready to head out, ask for the bill!

싸 주세요 (ssa ju-seh-yo) — Please wrap / It’s to-go

If you want wrapped leftovers, you definitely have to let your servers know as they probably will assume otherwise. Note that you’ll likely only get your meal, not any side dishes, packed up.

저 알러지 있어요 (juh ahl-luh-ji eet-suh-yo) — I have an allergy

Shopping

_____ 있어요? (eess-uh-yo?) — Do you have _____?

Use this phrase on a store employee if there’s something specific on your mind.

얼마에요? (uhl-mah-eh-yo?) — How much is it?

It’s highly recommended to know how numbers work in Korean, as there are two distinct systems that are used in different contexts. However, if you’re not overly familiar with them, it’s probable that the cashier will be able to tell you the price in English.

카드 받으세요? (kah-deu bat-euh-seh-yo?) — Do you take credit cards?

South Korea has a high credit card usage rate, so you shouldn’t have a problem if you’re strapped for cash and only have your card on hand.

환불해 주세요 (hwan-bul-heh ju-seh-yo) — Please give me a refund

Be prepared with a good reason for your request! Even if you’re a foreigner, you’ll still need to explain yourself (and explain well!) to the store employee.

교환해 주세요 (gyo-hwan-heh ju-seh-yo) — Please give me an exchange

If your shopping purchase is damaged or needs to be switched to fit your needs, then use this phrase to notify the employee. You shouldn’t have a hard time with this request, especially if you have a valid reason.

Emergency Situations

도와주세요! (doh-oah-ju-seh-yo!) — Help!

A straightforward call for assistance. This literally means “Give me help,” to which a proper response might be 도와줄게요 (doh-oah-jeul-ke-yo), which means “I will give you help.”

긴급 상황이에요 (gin-geup-sahng-hwang-ee-eh-yo) — It’s an emergency

Whatever the nature of your problem, this phrase will get you rapid assistance. Consider who exactly you need to help you, whether it’s the police or the paramedics, for example.

경찰 / 경찰을 부르세요 (kyung-chal / kyung-chal-eul bu-reu-seh-yo) — Police / Call the police

It’s helpful to know that in South Korea, the phone number to contact the police is 112. But in case you don’t have a phone or are in quick need of legal service, saying the above phrase to a native will most likely get the help you need.

병원 (byung-uon) — Hospital

If you say this phrase alone to a native, that could be enough of an alert for them to aid you. If you need quick medical attention and know you need care at a hospital, then use this phrase.

여기가 아파요 (yuh-gi-gah ah-pah-yo) — It hurts here

This is useful for any injury you receive that needs to be treated. Along with this phrase, point to where exactly you feel pain.

의사가 필요해요 (uie-sah-gah pil-yo-he-yo) — I need a doctor

Along with the word for hospital, this is good to know if there’s ever a possibility that you need professional care. It’s possible someone will call an ambulance for you, should the situation be dire, but you should also know that the Korean phone number for the fire brigade and ambulance services is 119.

Miscellaneous

화이팅! or 파이팅! (hwa-ee-ting! or pa-ee-ting!) — Fighting!

Slang used for encouragement, you can passionately exclaim this to boost one’s morale. It’s usually accompanied with a firm shake of the fist.

괜찮아요 (gwaen-chanh-ah-yo) — It’s okay

The equivalent to the English “It’s fine.” You can say this in a multitude of situations, such as expressing the state of your physical health or accepting a certain circumstance.

진짜요? (jin-jja-yo?) — Really?

Just in case you need some extra affirmation about something. This phrase is also commonly used as an exclamatory statement.

안 돼요 (ahn-dwae-yo) — It doesn’t work/It cannot (be)/No way

This phrase differs slightly in meaning depending on the context. You can use it for a variety of situations, from talking about a dysfunctional washing machine to adamantly denying a particular circumstance.

재미있어요 (jeh-mi-eess-uh-yo) — It’s fun

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fic request: bill and stan sleepover and their nightly routine (fluffy....if you would :)) thanks!!

“Yuh-you okay?” Bill stood behind his tiny boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his waist and setting his chin on Stan’s head. “Doh-hon’t think y-y-ourself to d-death.”

Stan looked up from his satchel, hands raised in surprise from his clothes. “What?” he asked quickly, his hands automatically floating to Bill’s. “What, Bill?”

That was one thing Bill appreciated about Stan- he didn’t resort to nicknames. He rather disliked them, actually, and rarely ever called Bill anything other than his given name. No ‘sweetie’s, no 'babe’s, no nothing. Just Bill. Short and to the point, just how Stan liked things.

Not to say he wasn’t funny- Stan was hilarious when he wanted to be and made Bill laugh all the time.

Stan wasn’t prudish, either, or necessarily strict; he just disliked babysitting his friends. He didn’t really understand that other people weren’t as mature and straightforward as he was, and expected everyone to have the same standards and reasoning as he did. Goofing off made him titchy and, though Stan looked cute with his hands on his hips and his foot tapping as he parented the other Losers, Bill preferred his partners happy and so always made sure he knew what to do.

His cynicism didn’t come from a place of hate or contradiction- Stan simply had a straight and ordered and mind, and if something misplaced one of his volumes of reasons, he would rush to jam it back into place, and could usually make it fit back in, which was nice.

The only problem with that was, he’d miss the spots in other parts of his imaginary library of reason that would fit the volume much better in his desperation to keep his world in constant order.

Temporary moral chaos was not an option for Stan. If he couldn’t immediately explain something with logic and reasoning, he didn’t want to think about it. All of these things were one of many things Bill loved about Stan, his scientific, mathematical little boyfriend.

“Nuh-nothing,” Bill replied. “Don’t wuh-worry about ih-it.”

“What?” Stan pressed, hating to be kept in what he thought of as the dark as always. “What did you say?”

“N-Nothing!” Bill rolled his eyes at the back of Stan’s head. “Stan, suh-seriously. I j-j-just wanted to know w-why you wuh-were so i-ih-nvested in your buh-buh-b-”

“Bag,” Stan finished for him. “I was just thinking about all the tests we have coming up.” Bill chuckled a bit at that. Of course Stan was thinking about tests on spring break.

Bill plugged his fingers into Stan’s sides, making him yelp and push him off. “Luh-het it go. That’s noh-hot impuh-puh-portant right now.” He kissed the stop of Stan’s head, inhaling sharply to smell the expensive shampoo the black-haired boy used in his hair. It smelled a little like rosemary, a little like campfire from the trip Stan just got back from. Most importantly, it smelled like Stan. “Juh-just focus on the /muh-moment/, Stanley.”

Stan pushed him off again, sitting on his bed and crossing his legs in his usual way; one ankle on the other leg’s thigh, hands bracing against the lower calf of the leg that was up, back almost stick straight. Very precise. Very Stan.

“Whuh-where are your p-p-parents?”

“Out,” Stan said shortly.

Bill grinned, striding towards Stan before taking his hands, nudging Stan’s long legs so they were both on the ground and pushing him back so he was laying flush against the bed on his back. “Yuh-you know what huh-h-happens when parents ah-aren’t home, don’t you, Stanley?”

“I do,” Stan agreed, twisting his hands so he was holding Bill’s wrists and rolling them over on the bed so that he was now on top of Bill. “What happens is that we watch a movie in my living room on the new television you desperately wanted to see and then take showers and go to bed.”

“/Showers/?” Bill said, laughing and scooting the two up the bed so that they were in the middle of Stan’s large, full-size bed. “Yuh-you take showers at sluh-sleepovers?”

“Yeah,” Stan said meekly. “I mean, I don’t get invited to many, and the ones I do go to are with Richie who doesn’t care. Is… is that not normal?”

Bill shook his head, propping himself up on his elbows and pressing a kiss to Stan’s lips. “Nuh-no. It’s not. B-b-but you’re nuh-not normal either, Stan U-Uris.” He made a sappy face at Stan. “Yuh-you’re eh-exceptional, b-buh-baby.” Stan could tell he was being purposefully cheesy, but he frowned anyways at the over-the-top sweetness, and Bill added quickly, “we c-can do whatever yuh-y-you want, th-though. We can t-take showers if y-you need.”

Bill knew, of course, about Stan’s obsession with cleanliness- anyone who cared about Stan did. But he also knew how important Stan’s routines were to him. Everything must be done in a certain way a certain amount of times, or a world-shattering catastrophe would happen, or Stan’s mother would drop dead, or Bill would get sick, according to Stan himself. He felt a quiet desperation to have everything just right, and nothing mattered more than that. For most people, cleanliness was next to godliness.

For Stan Uris, cleanliness /was/ godliness.

“That’s what we’ll do after the movie, then.” Stan finished the conversation promptly, detaching from Bill and standing up, heading downstairs. Bill had grown accustomed to this part of Stan, even to appreciate it, but many people thought it rude, he knew. When Stan was finished talking about something, he never changed topics- he simply walked away or picked up a book. He wasn’t ignoring you when he did it. He was simply finished. 'I’m finished talking’, it seemed to say, 'and I’m going to go away now.’

Bill pursued Stan down the stairs, looping an arm around the smaller boy and leaning into him a little at the hip. “Whuh-hat movie is it?”

“Buffalo Bill,” he replied, a faint smile splitting his lips. “I thought it was fitting.”

Bill raised an eyebrow. “Yuh-you hate Weh-hesterns, Stanley.”

“I know.” Stan smiled. “But Ben gave it to me, and I might as well watch it with someone who /does/ like Westerns.”

Stan was right- Bill did like Western movies. He liked the accents and the costumes. He sometimes thought about his friends as Western stereotypes- Mike the lone ranger, fingers hanging off of his huge, shining belt buckle. Ben the smiling sheriff, with his friendly gut hanging over his pants in his gingham shirt, his cheeks and face well-dimpled from grinning at strangers. Richie the drunkard in the saloon. Beverly the cowgirl. Eddie would be the young woman tied up on the train tracks, he thought with a smile. He himself would be the handsome lead, as people constantly told him he was. He never could figure out what Stan was, though. He couldn’t place Stan’s personality in Western tropes. He wasn’t a villain, but he wasn’t a hero either. Strange.

Bill gave Stan a quick, smiley kiss on the lips, leading him to the couch and pushing him into the cushions of the couch. “Thuh-that’s v-very juh-juh-generous of you. Th-thanks, babe.” He tried the pet name out, liking the way it sounded on his tongue. “I'l guh-guh-get your blankets.” He waited for Stan’s okay, and bolted upstairs to grab a fleece or two. He came back with a few, piling them all on Stan so that only his small face peeked out and his feet poked from the bottom, his wiry curls sticking through the woven quilt.

“Gee, thanks, stud,” Stan said sarcastically. Bill froze, looking up from where he was arranging the blankets.

“Huh?”

Stan rolled his eyes lovingly. “I said, thanks for the-”

Bill shook his head. “Nuh-no, I kn-know… What d-d-did you call me?”

“I- It was just a joke…” The boy looked at him carefully. “Why?”

“No, nuh-no, s-say it again.” Bill smiled toothily. “Juh-hust for fun.”

“I called you a stud.”

“Mhm.”

The two looked at eachother, before Stan rolled his eyes and scooted over to put his head on Bill’s shoulder. “You’re really something else, Bill Denbrough,” he said quietly, watching as the opening credits began to play.

“Buh-hut am I a st-stuh-stud?” Bill asked mischeviously, a glint in his eye that Stan recognized all too well.

“Bill Denbrough, don’t you even dare tickle me,” Stan said frantically, scooting quickly away from his boyfriend.

“I’m going to tuh-t-tickle you,” Bill responded, his voice firm and light.

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes I am!” Bill pounced, grabbing Stan’s hips and pinning them down, tickling all over Stan’s chest and torso until he was gasping for breath between laughs and twisting his hips to get Bill off of him. “Yuh-yes I am, yes I-I am!”

“Stop, oh please,” Stan gasped, tossing to and fro in his attempt to free himself. “Get off, I can’t breathe, Bill!”

Bill finally relented, dragging Stan so that his shoulder was, once again, Stan’s pillow. Stan slumped over, letting his head drop into Bill’s lap so he was glare-smiling up at him.

“You’re not a stud anymore,” he accused. “You’re a bad boyfriend.”

Bill pretended to flex his arm, trying to look ridiculous and ending up looking a little smug. “H-hey. Yuh-you can take th-the boy ou-ou-out of the st-stud, but y-you can’t take th-the stud out uh-of the boy.”

Stan snorted, lifting his arm to push Bill’s face away from him. “That doesn’t even make sense, jshut up.”

Bill pretended not to hear, pressing a finger to his lips and shushing his boyfriend. “The muh-movie’s starting, sh-shush!”

Stan complied, and they watched the movie in a lovely silence. Bill’s hands danced through Stan’s hair, winding his fingers through his coils and waves. Stan’s hair was thick, and curly, and a beautiful dark brown. It was beautiful, in Bill’s opinion. It went well with his olive skin and brown eyes. He loved running his hands through it and detangling the back for Stan, since he wasn’t flexible and didn’t ever quite reach the back of his hair. Everything about Stan was beautiful. Sculpted, even. He looked like a fashion model to Bill. Stan occasionally turned over or snuggled deeper into Bill’s lap, pulling the covers over his nose and sighing at the screen.

When the movie ended, Stan was sound asleep in Bill’s lap. The redhead smiled gently down at the snoozing boy, moving gingerly out from under him and sliding his arms under Stan so that he could pick him up.

He carried Stan to the bedroom, and no sooner had Bill set him down again then Stan woke up, sitting back and stretching. Bill looked at him in a mix of exasperation and love.

“Of c-course, the minute I puh-put you down you wuh-w-wake up.” Bill tutted, wagging a finger that Stan grabbed and used to pull Bill in so he could wrap his arms around the taller boy.

“Yep. It was my plan all al-long.” Stan punctuated the last word with a yawn.

Bill hummed into Stan’s forehead, leading him into the bathroom. “You b-big baby. Huh-how are you tired?”

“Westerns are boooring,” Stan complained, working on brushing his teeth and putting mouthwash in his cup at the same time.

Bill watched from the doorway, suggesting, “duh-did you forget about sh-showering?”

“Oh, shoot, I did forget!” Stan looked at Bill with the look of a caught rabbit. He HAD to take a shower. He HAD to.

The redhead took Stan into his arms, kissing him three times all over his face and looking down at him. “H-hey. Ih-it’s okay.” Bill rubbed the small of his back, trying to help him calm down. “Yuh-you took one th-this morning, didn’t yuh-you?”

“Yeah,” Stan said uneasily, “are- are you sure it’s okay?” he looked at his boyfriend with something akin to caution, begging Bill to not just say it was okay, but to make it okay.

Bill smiled reassuringly. “Y-yeah. We’ll be fine. You d-don’t have to wuh-w-worry quh-quite so much, Stuh-hanley.” Stan opened his mouth to object, but closed it quickly when he saw Bill’s sympathetic eyes. He was right, Stan knew, but worrying was safe. You didn’t get hurt quite so much if you were prepared for the worst.

But Bill was here, and he never got hurt when Bill was around, so he gave it a rest and stepped out of his small bathroom, shutting the door and letting Bill trail after him as he began to pick up his room, before hesitating and beginning to change into pajamas, seeming to change his mind about something.

“Whuh-hat’s that about?” Bill asked, referring to his boyfriend’s stop and start of cleaning his space. As we’ve already stated, Bill knew how much clean space meant to him.

“Don’t worry about it,” came Stan’s reply. “Just deciding not to do my routine for now.”

Bill shrugged. That made no difference to him; if Stan needed a break from routine, that was fine, because whenever Stan wanted a break from routine it meant great things for Bill.

As Stan changed, Bill took out his portable radio and began fiddling with the channels. Finally, he came upon the one he always listened to- the Bangor music station- and as Annette Funicello and her gaggle of backup singers started lilting 'Tall Paul’, Stan smiled and laughed a little.

“Whuh-what’s so funny?” Bill asked, turning to Stan happily as he snapped his fingers. Bill wasn’t much of a dancer.

“Nothing,” Stan said absently, beginning to make the bed into a two-person affair instead of the usual one. He moved his numerous pillows into different configurations as he said warmly, “this song just reminds me of you.”

“Thuh-this song?” He raised an eyebrow, thinking about the lyrics before grinning wide. “Juh-gee, that’s swuh-sweet.”

Stan ignored him, singing softly, “Tall Paaaul, tall Pau-aul, tall Pau-aul- he’s-a my all.”

Bill smiled at Stan’s back, walking up behind him and wrapping his arms firmly around Stan’s waist. He swayed back and forth a little, letting Stan hum and sing as he did so and kissing his cheek when he finished. “It’s guh-good to knuh-know you think uh-of me from time to tuh-tuh-time.”

“I think about you all the time,” Stan said earnestly, “so don’t think I don’t, Bill Denbrough-”

“I wuh-wasn’t saying that,” he said soothingly. “Luh-luh-love isn’t a cuh-contest, S-S-Stan.” Bill pushed Stan’s tensed shoulders down, leading him to the bed and sitting him down.

“Oh, I-” Stan cut himself off, thinking better of whatever he was about to say. “I know,” he said finally. “I love you, Billuick,” he began again, using the nickname just once for their special thing.

“Luh-luh-love you too, S-Sedanley.” Bill held up one half of a heart that he made with his hand, and Stan held up the other. They clicked them together- Bill with tempered excitement, and Stan with a noncommittal affection- and then let their hands fall into each other’s. Cheesy, they both knew and agreed, but it was something they’d always done. Like a secret handshake, but less… handshakey. More of a password, maybe.

Stan did it again, his little thing of walking away from conversations he was done with, and started to get into bed. He turned on his own, much nicer radio, letting the dull drone of Derry Public Radio wash over him. Stan always listened to things to help him fall asleep, and he supposed tonight was no different. Constant noise seemed only useful to Stan at one time- night. Bill wondered why that was.

“You coming?” Stan asked, patting the bed beside him. “There’s plenty of room.”

Bill grinned again, sliding onto the bed eagerly and letting Stan tease his way into Bill’s arms; hesitant at first, as he always was, before warming up to it and letting himself relax just a little. It used to bug Bill that Stan wasn’t ever comfortable with him, but he’d since realized that this was just the way it has to be.

They lay like that for a while, Bill separating and making little twists in Stan’s hair, Stan listening intently to the radio as he drowsed off. He occasionally would say something random or ask a question, one of the questions leading to a conversation that Bill would remember somewhere in the back of his mind for years and years to come.

“Bill,” Stan had asked, “do you think you’re ever gonna forget about me?”

“Of course not. Why do you think that?”

“I dunno… it’s just a feeling, you know? I mean, Eddie barely writes us anymore, and we hardly see Mike. I just… I feel like we’re all forgetting the same something. Something important.”

“Stuh-tan, you’re m-more important th-than anything to me. I cuh-c-could never forget y-you, okay?” Bill rubbed a circle into Stan’s back, his hands sure and strong.

“But what if you do?” Stan exclaimed, not sated, not satisfied. “what if I move and you forget about me, until you dont even remember we dated? And you wonder where your letterman’s jacket is? Bill, it scares me so bad, I- I never want to forget you.”

“You wuh-won’t.” Bill proclaimed this with perhaps too much confidence. “Stan, pluh-please, you’re oh-only working yuh-yourself u-u-up.”

Stan drew in breath, but didn’t say anything. “Okay,” he said, pained but agreeable, as always.

Bill’s stutter seemed to leave him for a moment as he focused on cheering Stan up. “And b-besides, I don’t think I’ll be able to forget you whuh-when you’re my lih-hittle house-husband.”

“Shut up,” Stan grumbled, hating the idea of house husbandry.

“Okay.” Bill mimicked Stan’s earlier tone, earning a kick from the annoyed Stan. “If you can make me.”

The rest of whatever they said is lost now- lost amidst the whispered 'I love you’s that Bill whispered into Stan’s ear as they did what any two teenage boys would do in an empty house. Lost amidst the quieter 'you too’s from Stan. Lost amidst the chatter of the radiohost and the whisper of sheets and the sound of sewers dripping in a slumber what would last another quarter century, and amidst car doors on the street slamming. But most importantly, lost in the infinitely changing winds of time, a small memory of no significance that almost no one would consider important, least of all the owners, until they lost it. Memories like those gave way to more adult worries, and slowly, they did end up forgetting.

Teenagers would always be wrong about what’s important, though, right?

An excerpt from the end acknowledgments in Bill Denbrough’s novel 'The Fallen Tree’, page 597:

’…And lastly, I’d like to acknowledge and thank the people I’ve forgotten indefinitely. I struggle to remember your names, I could not put it to a face in a crowd of two, but thank you. Your support has brought me here, brings me to new places.

One of you in particular eludes me, and I feel as if I have lost a part of myself whenever I remember you existed for me, in my minuscule universe. You helped me in ways I can neither remember nor imagine.

I loved you.

I loved you so much.’

#it #stanny.txt #stan uris #bill denbrough #richie tozier

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)08:35 CST

11:11 CST

CAN 행 항로/예정 (기타)

식별자유형출발지출발도착

CES9927

A320

칭다오 류팅 국제공항 (

TAO

)06:24 CST

08:49 CST

CSN3796

B738

Yiwu (

YIW

)07:43 CST

09:06 CST

CQH8835

A320

상하이 훙차오 국제공항 (

SHA

)07:24 CST

09:07 CST

CHH7003

B738

하이커우 메이란 국제공항 (

HAK

)08:04 CST

09:09 CST

CSZ9834

B738

Wuxi (

WUX

)07:13 CST

09:10 CST

CES2907

A320

Wuxi (

WUX

)07:25 CST

09:10 CST

CSN3294

B738

Ningbo Lishe Int'l (

NGB

)07:38 CST

09:12 CST

CES5287

A320

Hefei Xinqiao Airport (

HFE

)07:40 CST

09:13 CST

CSN3549

A321

상하이 푸둥 국제공항 (

PVG

)

06:55 CST

09:15 CST

CSN6775

A321

하이커우 메이란 국제공항 (

HAK

)08:11 CST

09:15 CST

CCA4319

B738

충칭 장베이 국제공항 (

CKG

)07:40 CST

09:17 CST

CSH9301

B789

상하이 훙차오 국제공항 (

SHA

)07:40 CST

09:17 CST

CSN3661

B738

Guiyang Longdongbao (

KWE

)

07:45 CST

09:25 CST

CSN3770

32Q

Wenzhou Int'l (

WNZ

)07:50 CST

09:25 CST

CSZ9226

A320

시안 셴양 국제공항 (

XIY

)07:01 CST

09:25 CST

CSZ9990

A320

Hefei Xinqiao Airport (

HFE

)07:46 CST

09:25 CST

CSN3332

E190

Zhanjiang (

ZHA

)08:40 CST

09:29 CST

CSN2036

A319

Changde Taohuayuan (

CGD

)08:20 CST

09:30 CST

CXA8323

B738

Fuzhou Changle Int'l (

FOC

)08:23 CST

09:30 CST

JYH1274

B738

Guiyang Longdongbao (

KWE

)07:15 CST

09:33 CST

출발 예정 (기타)

식별자유형행선지출발도착

CSN471

B77F

앵커리지 ��드 스티븐스 국제공항 (

ANC

)

08:00 CST

01:15 AKDT

CHH7131

A330

상하이 훙차오 국제공항 (

SHA

)

취소됨

CSN6067

A330

Tribhuvan Int'l (

KTM

)

08:50 CST

10:50 +0545

HXA6050

A320

톈진 빈하이 국제공항 (

TSN

)

08:55 CST

11:45 CST

CSZ9971

B738

지난 야오창 공항 (

TNA

)

09:06 CST

11:21 CST

CSN3099

A359

베이징 서우두 국제공항 (

PEK

)

09:06 CST

11:40 CST

CSN3545

A359

상하이 훙차오 국제공항 (

SHA

)

09:08 CST

10:57 CST

CCA1838

A333

상하이 훙차오 국제공항 (

SHA

)

09:09 CST

10:59 CST

CHH7401

B738

Lanzhou Zhongchuan International (

LHW

)

09:09 CST

11:50 CST

CSN8265

B738

Lanzhou Zhongchuan International (

LHW

)

09:12 CST

11:50 CST

CSN6772

32Q

하이커우 메이란 국제공항 (

HAK

)

09:13 CST

10:04 CST

CSN2084

B738

우한 톈허 국제공항 (

WUH

)

09:15 CST

11:10 CST

CHH7313

B738

난징 루커우 국제공항 (

NKG

)

09:16 CST

11:11 CST

CES5774

737

Diqing Shangri-La (

DIG

)

09:16 CST

11:47 CST

CHH7201

B738

톈진 빈하이 국제공항 (

TSN

)

09:17 CST

11:52 CST

CES9683

737

난창 창베이 국제공항 (

KHN

)

09:18 CST

10:30 CST

OMA852

A332

Seeb Int'l (

MCT

)

09:20 CST

13:00 +04

CSN5453

A320

Luzhou (

LZO

)

09:20 CST

10:56 CST

CCA4354

B737

충칭 장베이 국제공항 (

CKG

)

09:21 CST

11:00 CST

CSN6485

A320

다롄 저우수이쯔 국제공항 (

DLC

)

09:22 CST

12:17 CST