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#Martian-to-English
baublefobbersleuth · 2 months
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Who Would, You Know, Think It?
The Arabic letter ta’ in isolation makes a smiley face. “People who are coming from parts unknown, countries that you’ve never heard of. Languages that nobody in this country speaks. We don’t even have teachers of some of these languages. Who would think that we have languages that are like from the planet Mars? Nobody, nobody, knows how to, you know, speak it.”(Trump on undocumented immigrants…
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skitskatdacat63 · 10 months
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Omg I forgot to say!! There was Martian in the Austrian GP Red Bull Bulletin 🤭
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cobalt-knave · 11 months
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after finishing the martian, I have an old yiddish song stuck in my head
Monday and Tuesday potatoes
Wednesday and Thursday potatoes
And Friday for a special treat, potatoes do I get to eat
seemed fitting
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midnightcowboy1969 · 7 months
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My Favorite Martian | Martian Report #1
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tomblrmartian · 2 months
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I hope you have a day!
TRANSLATION: ERROR- ALREADY IN ENGLISH. THE ALIEN IS GETTING SLIGHTLY BETTER AT IT, EVEN IF IT DOESN'T MAKE GRAMMATICAL SENSE!
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pnfoutofcontext · 2 years
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pileof3pancakes · 2 years
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The Phantoms finale was amazing start to finish but the fucking 👍 J'ann M'orzz gave when Lucas tried pronounce C'eridy'all was absolutely hilarious
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moreaugriffins · 8 months
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Part of me so badly wants to write a War of the Worlds AU with Trent as the journalist (of course) searching for his wife and child, trying to survive, and bumping into Ted (who of course travelled to England for business and to give his wife space, but worried about the distance with his son) who had the terrible misfortune of being in England during the start of the invasion, trying to contact his wife and child-
But another part of me just doesn't want to write at all and wants to stubbornly wait for some other (unfortunate) soul to write it so i can just read and enjoy it
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im the do you wanna eat rotten spaghetti that tig o bitties gave you anon.
tig gave you rotten spaghetti, do you want to eat it?
Ohhhhhhhhhhh
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themist567 · 2 years
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Miss Martian, Unintentional representation
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While watching the Young Justice series for the first time, I was surprised to see how M'gann/Miss Martian story was a strong metaphor to trans people and how they present themselves to others, and I was even more surprised when I found out that this wasn't actually the intention of the writes at first.
As a Martian, M'gann is capable of shape shifting and usually presents herself as a green (more recently white) skinned girl with red hair and freckles with is a form she choose based on the main character of her favorite tv show. Her true appearance though, is what most would consider an inhuman creature with white skin, long limbs and a hunchback. When M'gann first arrived on earth and joined the team, she used to hid this fact from the others, as she thought they would stop liking her if they ever found out the truth.
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It may have started that way, but, as she also is a telepath, we sometimes get to see M'gann entering other people minds, or even having someone entering her own mind. Because of this, we discover that her chosen appearance is not just a disguise, but is actually how she see herself in her own mind. When someone try to point out that this isn't her true form, she refuses to agree and tell them that this is how she is on the inside. When I first saw this, I thought there was no way this wouldn't be intentional, as this is pretty much exactly how many non-cis people feel (As someone that also don't think that what I see in the mirror matches who I am inside, I can say that I would love to have Miss Martian powers).
M'gann didn't liked to think that she was lying to her friends, but at the same time, she was afraid of what could happen if they ever found out. Eventually, she is finally able to tell them and to her surprise, they all accept her the way she is and they all seen to agree that, while it doesn't matter what appearance she choose at the end, the M'gann they always knew was the true M'gann all along. How sweet.
In later seasons, we see that M'gann keeps changing her choosen appearance to what better represents her and this is once again very relatable to me. When you first find out that you aren't cis, you get really confused at first, you don't actually know what to do with this discovery and is common for some people to keep transitioning for a long time before they finally decide what feels more right to them.
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Miss Martian story is about acceptance, not just from other people, but also from herself. And while the writers didn't realized the parallel at first, I'm glad to see that they embraced it when someone pointed it out to them, and we keep seeing signs of this in the later seasons, making Miss Martian a great inspiration to many people.
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a-typical · 2 years
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I startled my wife at the doorway, so haggard was I. I went into the dining room, sat down, drank some wine, and so soon as I could collect myself sufficiently I told her the things I had seen.
“There is one thing,” I said, to allay the fears I had aroused; “they are the most sluggish things I ever saw crawl. They may keep the pit and kill people who come near them, but they cannot get out of it. . . . But the horror of them!”
“Don’t, dear!” said my wife, knitting her brows and putting her hand on mine.
“Poor Ogilvy!” I said. “To think he may be lying dead there!”
My wife at least did not find my experience incredible. When I saw how deadly white her face was, I ceased abruptly.
“They may come here,” she said again and again.
I pressed her to take wine, and tried to reassure her.
“They can scarcely move,” I said.
I began to comfort her and myself by repeating all that Ogilvy had told me of the impossibility of the Martians establishing themselves on the earth. In particular I laid stress on the gravitational difficulty. On the surface of the earth the force of gravity is three times what it is on the surface of Mars. A Martian, therefore, would weigh three times more than on Mars, albeit his muscular strength would be the same. His own body would be a cope of lead to him, therefore. That, indeed, was the general opinion. Both The Times and the Daily Telegraph, for instance, insisted on it the next morning, and both overlooked, just as I did, two obvious modifying influences.
The atmosphere of the earth, we now know, contains far more oxygen or far less argon (whichever way one likes to put it) than does Mars’. The invigorating influences of this excess of oxygen upon the Martians indisputably did much to counterbalance the increased weight of their bodies. And, in the second place, we all overlooked the fact that such mechanical intelligence as the Martian possessed was quite able to dispense with muscular exertion at a pinch.
But I did not consider these points at the time, and so my reasoning was dead against the chances of the invaders. With wine and food, the confidence of my own table, and the necessity of reassuring my wife, I grew by insensible degrees courageous and secure.
“They have done a foolish thing,” said I, fingering my wineglass. “They are dangerous because, no doubt, they are mad with terror. Perhaps they expected to find no living things—certainly no intelligent living things.”
“A shell in the pit,” said I, “if the worst comes to the worst, will kill them all.”
The intense excitement of the events had no doubt left my perceptive powers in a state of erethism. I remember that dinner table with extraordinary vividness even now. My dear wife’s sweet anxious face peering at me from under the pink lamp shade, the white cloth with its silver and glass table furniture—for in those days even philosophical writers had many little luxuries—the crimson-purple wine in my glass, are photographically distinct. At the end of it I sat, tempering nuts with a cigarette, regretting Ogilvy’s rashness, and denouncing the short-sighted timidity of the Martians.
So some respectable dodo in the Mauritius might have lorded it in his nest, and discussed the arrival of that shipful of pitiless sailors in want of animal food. “We will peck them to death tomorrow, my dear.”
I did not know it, but that was the last civilised dinner I was to eat for very many strange and terrible days.
The War of the Worlds — H. G. Wells
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kleefkruid · 1 year
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The 'hyperspecific situations' polls are really once again highlighting that native English speakers tend to forget that 'foreign' doesn't mean 'non-English' or 'non-American'
"Did you watch a foreign language movie in the past three days?" Yeah I watched the foreign movie "The Martian" with foreign actor Matt Damon
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