#portuguese thread

[virtuallghosts]

— A gente pode depois disso fazer um belo de um tour gastrônomico em Tóquio, principalmente em lojas de doces já que você gosta tanto. — Clarice estava com Cinder no telefone. — Em cinco minutos chegamos, preciso desligar filha. — O telefone foi desligado e Clarice respirou fundo, para depois olhar para Dazai. — E as situações novamente nos colocam juntos, mas não em situações divertidas.

— Bem, eu vou tentar parecer calma porque hoje eu posso virar uma fera. — Disse ríspida. — Dazai, apontaram uma arma pra minha filha, esse pessoal do Ango não tem preparo real nenhum! — Disse bravíssima e respirou fundo pra aparentar desapontada. — Olha, não é porque a Cinder é a minha filha, mas ela é tão boa, nunca me deu trabalho real e essas coisas acontecem com ela. 

@wildrift​

[anonymous-dentist]

I have a conspiracy theory that the person who’s been writing the QSMP English updates threads over on Twitter secretly has a Tommy-centric SBI Royalty AU they’re working on, starring: King Phil (but no Kristin, she’s always dead), Prince Wilbur (rebellious, yet spoiled prince), Prince Techno (who is also the captain of the guard and in charge of the entire army and is also rude), Prince Tommy (the adopted one), Best Friends Tubbo and Ranboo (who are DEFINITELY still friends!!), Villain Dream (the only one who’s a DSMP counterpart because the fic needs a bad guy), Villain George (who is asleep), Villain Sapnap (who has two lines), Villain Quackity (who is somehow white), Villain Karl (who’s a Small Bean), and Niki and Puffy (the Girl Characters)

But because their fic hasn’t gotten as many kudos as they want, they’ve started applying their unfriendly-to-the-eyes purple prose to their updates account work, too. Phil first, of course, because he’s the main character. And maybe the guys also from the DSMP. Fuck the other English streamers, they can have basic updates that actually describe what’s going on and not word jungles of sloppy adjectives describing such important moments as Philza Eating A Slice Of Bread (because he’s the main character)

[greyscale-enthusiast]

in honor of otoya eita leaks this is about how i imagine his first interaction with bachira must’ve gone (before they became besties) (yes they do interact in the manga they’re so ‘we irritating’ meme)

[snakes-oil]

(x) WHAT THE FUCK WHY HAVE I NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE

[stcnefruit]

— open starter.

status - open to all, but pls read my rules and mobile about (pinned post) first before interacting. don't like my starters. muse - vasti inaiê souza gonçalves, sculptor, potter and printmaker. bisexual, uses she/her pronouns. human, thirty. wanted opposites (in order of priority) - m/nb/f, 30+. mocs (muns/muses of color) preferred. wanted connections - literal strangers, an ex, fellow artist, someone they haven't seen since sixth grade, as long as they're a little richer than vasti is (and not related) go literally batsh*t plot - they're on their way to personally deliver one of their commissions but they haven't slept well in over 48 hours (they've slept enough to not get pulled over, they can drive) and really should have hired a truck or sent it through the post but hey they've done it before and the client is right across town (or city, cough) so it shouldn't be too bad right? they'll make it except you just kind of yk. rear-ended them at the stoplight and their sh*t's in the trunk bc it couldn't fit in the back seat and now you might have just f*cked sh*t up if that packing wrap isn't as good as it's marketed to be. potential meet cute with insurance problems and career threatening happenings basically, what could be better than that

— she hears it before she feels it, the way the body of the car lurches underneath her at the street corner. the rattling in the back is too loud for her to ignore, and she's already doing inventory on what she has with her. registration papers, house keys, studio keys, that flat tire kit she's never had to use in her life and hopes she won't have to now, the delivery— oh God, fuck, the delivery. in the trunk. surrounded by a shit ton of bubble wrap and cling film and whatever the fuck else she wrapped it in at 3am two days ago and placed it in its box, but last she checked no flat tire makes that kind of sound like the kind where there's a bit too much metal and you know in your gut you'll need to call your insurance company. both of them, in her case, if the vehicle in her rearview mirror is giving anything to go by. que se lixe isso, this is not a good day. her blood pressure was not made for this. neither was her neck, for that matter, but she doubts there was enough speed behind the impact to cause any whiplash worth worrying about. she unlocks her phone as she steps out, car door slamming closed behind her, insurance already on speed dial. as a precaution she takes a few photos of the other car's license plate, now neatly tucked (along with the front bumper) just barely under her chassis—she is not paying for this shit if she doesn't have to, especially if the driver in question has enough money to be driving a car like that right into her sedan and especially if they might have just jeopardized her commission. three months, hundreds of hours, possibly damaged in her trunk because it's the one day she didn't have her morning coffee and decided to put it there instead of the backseat, bubble wrap or no bubble wrap. yeah, she'll milk every last penny from that payout while she's at it. might as well be pissed for a reason. 'hey,' she says, coming up to the window as it rolls down, 'i'm sorry, this is going to sound so completely fucking obvious and i know this and you know this but i think you just rear-ended me? and there's something in my trunk that i really need to get out and check on before this day goes any further to shit than it already has so if you could please try and back the fuck up, it would be much appreciated. juro o túmulo da minha mãe.' her mother is alive, thank you very much, but it's not like they need to know that in english or portuguese. // @indiestarter

[writermuses]

closed starter for @marimelwrites

Quintrell stepped out of the Huntsman with two new bespoke suits over his shoulder. He looked completely different from the man that he would be in just a few hours. Quin's day-to-day attire was casual, a henley and fitted jeans at best but typically athleisure attire was the uniform of the day. Taking out his phone, he started looking for a barber when he walked right into someone. "Shit. Sorry." Shaking his head, he used his free hand to steady them. "I mean, I'm sorry. I should have been looking where I was going, but I'm a little lost. Are you all right." His blue-grey eyes scanned their face, that little curve of to his lips ticking into a charming smile.

[photography-is-silence-fiction]

Conchas (Seashells) © Ricardo Félix aka Photography is Silence Fiction:

[captainseamech]

@skysnipsw liked for a little starter with Anakin!

             Por mais que muitos tenham identificado ele como um grande Android de outra galáxia, High Tide meio que desistiu de continuar insistindo em se assumir como um ser totalmente consciente. Até porque, não há motivo para insistir contra uma unidade de alto calibre como por exemplo...

             “Senhor Skywalker. Eu continuo achando a ideia do senhor muito arriscada.” A essa altura do campeonato, o pobre bot estava se esforçando o máximo que podia para manter a nave acima do chão enquanto Anakin fazia... seja lá o que for dentro da parte da cabine.

[magicalmanhattanproject]

Reminder that boundaries are about how people interact with you, not how people interact away from you

So this is something I've been meaning to make a post about for a while, but I'm bringing it up now because there's been a Twitter thread circulating of Acau's stream rules (which is very helpful and appreciated) and people are interpreting the "no shipping" stream rule as "one ought not ship Acau everywhere" rather than "keep discussion of shipping out of his stream chat".

People make stream rules that are not mean to apply to the entire population in every circumstance all the time. For example, Foolish has a stream rule against speaking any language other than English or Spanish, but going into the comments of a Portuguese fic to be like "hey jsyk portuguese is against Foolish's boundaries" would be a batshit thing to do.

Another one of Acau's stream rules is only talk about what he's doing on stream. Again, this is a perfectly normal and reasonable expectation to have of a streamer for their chat in a stream, but if his audience started hopping into other streams like "why aren't you talking about Acau?" that would be batshit.

"No shipping" is the only stream rule that the audience decides must extend to every environment and they use that to harass and bully other fans who don't interact with the story in the same way they do.

Do not talk about shipping Acau in Acau's chat. Don't talk about shipping him while tagging him on Twitter. But literally anywhere else? He's not there. It's not his business.

[virtuallghosts]

— A Himeno não precisa de bebida pra dizer que quer beijar todo mundo.

[graysbullshit]

small thread of details that non-portuguese speakers might not have noticed about the portuguese streamers (and their cubitos):

q!forever is way louder than cc!forever, for two reasons: he speaks louder instinctively to make people understand him and his audio is fucked lol;

cc!cellbit is very expressive, despite having a very calm voice. It makes it seem like q!cellbit is calm and collected, but then you watch his stream and he is just 😱😭😤🙈🤯

felps is just like that. he aint acting thats just him being his usual self,

q!cellbit seems to believe q!felps wholeheartedly, because cc!cellbit just plays Yes, And with any crazy thing that comes out of felps' mouth,

tazercraft have this bit in which pac will mimic mike's accent and mike will respond by making it even thicker,

you might have heard from cellbit's chat that they are scared of him, that's because he lectures the chat when they fuck up and he has none of that "oh, i need to be extra-nice to my audience because the costumer is always right" attitude. on the contrary, he is very much the embodyment of "if you don't like it don't watch." It sorta freaked me out that he apologized for the jokes they were making with Jesse, because I was sure he was gonna tell people to fuck off,

cellbit once got kicked out of a convention because there was too many of his fans,

[qritos]

I had thought last night along the lines of “it’s impossible to catch up with all the lore because of all the different languages it’s being told in” and then I realized - I still know. I still know what’s going on with the Spanish speaking streamers despite my very rudimentary Spanish skills. I know what the Brazilians are up to despite speaking not a word of Portuguese.

And that’s because of the community.

I have no idea if it was intentional or not, but there’s a second layer of “bringing together different cultures and languages” that extends to the fandom. There’s update accounts, bilingual/multilingual fics & comics, there’s people translating clips and helping out writers and artists with being able to incorporate diffrent languages into their art.

It’s an international server - with an international fandom. So thank you to everyone who shares a passion for this, everyone who runs update accounts, translates clips or makes tumblr posts/twitter threads about the ongoing lore.

And shoutout to everyone who took the QSMP as motivation to try to learn a new language!

[ashsolar]

so long, londonᯓ★ln4

-

inspired by so, long london by taylor swift.

You both sat in silence, the living room dark just lit by fairy lights that were stuck to the wall by cheap cello tape. You knew your relationship was hanging from a thread. You two hadn't even gone on a date since months. You both knew that your relationship had come to an end months ago, you had grown apart. You knew Lando was done, done with the commitment. Your back hurt from carrying the pieces of your once blossoming relationship on your back. You missed pulling him into your embrace. While the stars lit the night sky, you two quietly swaying to a non-existent beat. It was none of yours fault, the only problem was that you both stopped trying, at least he did. You got tired of trying to make him laugh when he was down, you got sick and tired of waiting for him dressed in silk dresses, hair done, wearing the earrings he bought you for your birthday. Only for him to not even look at you and go to your shared bedroom. His back turned to you while you craved for warmth, warmth that only he could provide. You would pull him in tighter whenever he went for races. Your arms wrapped around him while he tried not not to touch you. Your heart would break whenever he rejected your hugs. He was drifting away. He left you alone at home. You would sit on your shared bed, your head cradled in your hands, crying softly. Your spine had split from carrying your relationship up the hill.

You both had another argument, about him never being there about him not trying anymore. You stood in the shower, hot water burning your skin but you couldn't care. Your head rested against the marble wall, mascara running down your face, your white silk dress stuck to your body like skin. You shivered, your bones caught the chill. You stopped, you stopped trying to make him happy, you stopped trying to fix the broken pieces of your relationship because he never tried.

You didn't know much sad he thought you had in you. You used to look at him with love and happiness in your eyes but now when you looked at him all that was there was sadness. This relationship was a tragedy. A tragedy you still wanted to work through.

You hadn't opted to be his punching bag, the one he would scream at when he was stressed, the one he would look at with hate. You found his phone once, text messages from some Portuguese model asking him to meet up. You looked her up found out she was a huge fan of the clothes you would spend hours designing, clothes you designed when you were waiting for Lando to come home. Isn't it funny the girl he was cheating on you with was a huge fan of your clothing brand. It was as if your relationship was a dying person, a person who was so far gone that even CPR couldn't bring your relationship back to life. The relationship wasn't even worth trying. Your relationship would never be the same again.

He took your youth away, he took memorable years of your life away from you, with broken promises, he manipulated you into staying in this dying relationship while he was out and about with a fake blonde.

The wounds he gave you, the wounds you tried to stitch back up by doing things you loved. They all had come undone and now you were lying on the floor, your heart hurting from all the pain you had experienced. You knew you would find someone who would love you like the way Lando used to, soon. At least you hoped.

You were done with him, you had your suitcases in hand. You walked out of your shared bedroom and saw Lando sitting on the couch, on his phone. Smiling. His smile faded away as soon as he laid his eyes on you. His usually cold eyes softened when he saw your eyes puffy, swollen, "Baby where are you going"

"I am leaving Lando, I can't do this anymore"

"You can't abandon me like this". He spoke, his harsh tone back.

"I never abandoned you, I went down with this stupid relationship, that I tried so hard to fix". You scoffed

"Don't do this".

You didn't look at him, you knew once you looked at him, you wouldn't leave. You would stay back with him and let yourself fall into oblivion again. You knew the resentment he now had for you but you couldn't care anymore. This relationship took your breath away, it felt rare for you to even be able to breathe.

You didn't think he'd move on so quickly, it had been a month since you both broke up and he was already going around with that blonde. You didn't have any sad left in you, your eyes couldn't even cry you a river anymore. You used up all your tears. You had no sad left in you.

Old photos of you and Lando surfaced on the internet. Your eyes were filled with tears, you finally had tears to cry. So you broke down. You bought your legs closer to your chest, gripping at your heart. He swore that he loved you but where were the clues. You died at the altar waiting for the proof.

𐙚

It had been years, since you and Lando had last seen each other. You never thought you would find someone who would love you. You almost lost hope but you were right to leave him and have a fresh start. All your hard work all the effort you put into your relationship paid off. You walked down the aisle, spotting your soon to be husband Carlos on the altar. You weren't standing on the altar alone, there was proof that the man you were now madly in love with was in love with you and that he would always love you. You never thought you'd be okay again but time and perseverance really does stitch your wounds back up. Even the wounds that once hurt us the most.

[pommunist]

Another ex admin, head builder for the QSMP, has shared their experience working for the project !

You can find it on their profile @/DIMITRI3theboy on Twitter.

This is the admin who, amongst other things, built the cathedral for Mexican Independance day, the Purgatory 1 main spawn, the whole Purgatory two area.

https://x.com/dimitri3theboy/status/1780502219932029402?s=46&t=fDVoT5qDN_AAqnxYhZF3uQ

(note : thread gets cut off at some point, at least on mobile so be sure to click on the last tweet to see the end)

It’s in Portuguese but the Twitter translation tool is working wonders. I encourage you to read it in its entirety, especially because they provided a lot of screenshots, but here are the main points being talked about :

-Trial period lasting longer than what was agreed to at first.

-Short deadlines leading to a lot of work needed to be done in a short amount of time (The entirety of Purgatory 2 was built in a week).

-Inconsistant pay : There were paid 10$ an hour while another builder was paid more, and another was paid 6$ an hour. They weren’t being paid for the work they did working on lore or on cucuruchito.

-Was demoted from some of their role and then kicked from the server with no real reason.

-Confirms that most of the issues came from that one High Admin.

[life-on-our-planet]

The Portuguese Man O’ War floats with the help of a gas filled bladder, topped by a vertical membrane serving as a sail. Long threads trail behind it, some as many as 30 meters long, and each armed with many thousands of stinging cells. BBC Earth

[findingnemosworld]

𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭/𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟? )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧

( rúben, I'll have your babies, give me a chance )

Tonight was a very big night for Rúben, he was being honored by UEFA for his incredible work in Manchester City as well as his national team, and he along with his wife were going to attend - while he was adjusting the buttons of his shirt, he hears a soft thud followed by a groan which sent him flying out of the bathroom in a hurry to check, and there she was, his wife of two years who has been carrying their baby girl for nearly five months struggling to zip the dress she was wearing. " Baby, are you ok? "

She shoots him a glare, " Do I look ok? " she asks in a satirical tone.

Rúben was aware that it was her hormones talking so he smiled and made his way over to her, " What's wrong? "

She gestures to her bump, " Ask your daughter, she wants to join in on the celebration "

The Portuguese chuckles, kneeling down then placing his hands over her bump and it seemed that their baby knew, as she decided to kick once again which made him smile, " Princess " he said with a gentle tone, " Hi there, I know you're as happy as I am but we don't want to upset your Māe now do we? "

She smiles at the sight, threading her digits through his hair. " I'm definitely feeling the after effects "

" Tell you what princess, if you remain as quiet as you can. Tonight I'll tell you a story, the story of how a young boy from Amadora had somehow managed to win over the prettiest girl in the neighborhood he lived in " He states, looking up to his wife with a soft smile.

" I think she only listens to you " She said.

He stood up, and carefully turned her around to zip up her dress, he placed a soft kiss on her shoulder then said, " We can apologize and stay home, if you're tired "

She shakes her head in refusal, " I want to be there, to boast and brag about how my husband is the sexiest most talented defender Portugal has ever produced "

He groans in response, nuzzling his face in her neck " Babe, don't do this to me "

She giggles, " Come on handsome, I need help with my shoes "

They were finally dressed and ready to go, Before they enter the limo he looks at her. " If at any point, you feel uncomfortable you let me know and we go home " he said, " I mean it "

" I promise, we'll be ok " She assures him.

He nods, stroking her bump. " Remember princess, make sure Māe is happy at all costs "

She giggles and pecks his lips, " She already is "

_____________________________________________________________

Y/N and Rúben were seated next to Rodri and his girlfriend Laura, the latter had leant closer and gushed over Y/N's bump. " Did you two decide on a name yet? " she asked her, Y/N shakes her head with a soft smile, " Not yet, we did however decide to give her his mother's name as a middle name "

" I can send you over a few lists that I saved " Laura whispers with a giggle, " Rodrigo was the one who saved them and sent them to me "

" Aww, so cute, I am sure you two will have the cutest babies " Y/N gushes.

It was time for the ceremony to begin, and just as Rúben along with his Manchester City teammates stood up on the stage and were asked to give a few words, Rúben grabs the microphone to speak. " I would like to thank god, my family and every single person that has believed in my ability but most of all, I would like to thank the most hardworking person I know " he looks at her and beams, " My beautiful wife Y/N who's currently housing the greatest blessing I can ever hope for, our baby girl, without her - I wouldn't have been able to push through this year, so thank you "

Y/N claps her hands then mouths, " I love you "

Laura leans closer, " That was so cute "

" He wants to kill me " Y/N laughs.

Rúben was then lead back to his seat and smiled, " How are you feeling? "

" I'm feeling good and apparently so is your baby, she felt the love " She giggles.

He pecks her lips then strokes her belly, " That's all I can ask for, all these trophies mean nothing if I don't have you "

" Aw baby, I love you " She smiled tearfully.

" I love you too " He smiled.