#hawaiian grammar

[daisywords]

Conlanging for cheaters

quick tips for creating fantasy language(s) that look believable if you squint

Pick a few rules about what letter/sound combinations can and cannot exist (or are common/uncommon). For example, in English, "sp" or "st" can begin a word, but in Spanish they can't. The "ng" sound (or the voiced velar nasal if you want to get technical), can't appear at the beginning of a syllable in English, but it can in at least of third of languages around the world. English allows for consonant clusters (more than one consonant together without a vowel), but some languages, such as Hawaiian, don't. Picking a few distinctive rules that are different from English or the language you are writing in, and sticking to them, will yield a lot better results than just keysmashing.

Assign meaning to a few suffixes, prefixes, or roots. A simple and useful example of this is making up a particle that means -land or -city or -town, and tacking it onto your appropriate place names. You could also have a particle with a similar meaning to the "er/or one we have in English, such as in "baker," "singer," or "operator," and then incorporate it in your fantasy titles or professions. It's like an Easter egg for careful readers to figure out, and it will make your language/world feel more cohesive.

Focus on places and names. You usually don't need to write full sentences/paragraphs in your conlang. What you might want to do with it is name things. The flavor of your language will seep in from the background, with the added benefit of giving readers some hints on background lore. For example, you could have a conlang that corresponds to a certain group of people, and a character with a corresponding name could then be coded as being from that group without having to specify. A human-inhabited city with an elven-sounding name might imply that it was previously inhabited by elves.

You don't have to know what everything means. Unless you are Linguistics Georg R. R. Tolkien, you probably don't want to (and shouldn't!) actually make up a whole language. So stick some letters together (following your linguistic rules, of course) and save fretting over grammar and definitions for the important stuff.

(Bonus) This isn't technically conlanging, but it can be fun to make up an idiom or two for your fantasy culture (just in English or whatevs) and sprinkle that in a few times. The right made-up idiom can allude to much larger cultural elements without you having to actually explain it.

Congrats! You now have a conlang you can dust over your wip like an appropriate amount of glitter. Conlangs can be intimidating, just because there's so much you can do, but that doesn't mean you have to do it all. So yeah anyway here's what I would recommend; hope y'all have fun :D

#writing advice #worldbuilding #conlanging #world building #fantasy #writeblr #writing #linguistics #I feel like sometimes it can be hard to know where to start #So I am telling you where to start

[theangelwithawand]

Good Omens Incorrect Quotes 5

Still not mine.

Crowley as Aziraphale: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*

Crowley as Aziraphale: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

Crowley: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

Warlock, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Nanny.

Crowley, not looking up from their coffee: Good morning, problem child.

Aziraphale: Please say words of encouragement to me so I don’t murder someone right now.

Crowley: There are no books in prison.

Aziraphale: *sighs* Thank you.

Aziraphale: Jesus Saves.

Crowley: Passes to Moses, SCOOOOOORE!

Crowley: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

Crowley: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window.

Aziraphale: ...We're on the ground floor.

Crowley: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

Aziraphale: I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Crowley: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

Aziraphale: You don’t have to wear…

Crowley: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

Crowley: So jellyshish-

Aziraphale, laughing: JELLYSHISH!?

Crowley: You know what I meant!

Crowley: What's gone wrong, Aziraphale?

Aziraphale: Hey! That’s one heck of a thing to say to a person. Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis.

Crowley: That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling?

Aziraphale: Well... There’s a crisis.

Crowley, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks.

Aziraphale: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

Aziraphale: Crowley? What are you doing here?

Crowley, wearing a hawaiian shirt, sunglasses and holding a gatorade: My best.

Newt: I’m here for the cult stuff.

Shadwell: How did you find us?

Newt: I saw your ad on craigslist.

Aziraphale: I am in charge of this disaster!

Crowley: I have a name, you know.

Crowley, wiping tears from their eyes: If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, it’s meant to be…

Aziraphale: I’m literally just going to the store.

Crowley: I have issues.

Gabriel: Finally, you admit it! The first step to redemption is accept-

Crowley: With you.

Crowley: *on the phone with Anathema* I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit.

Anathema: You’re pulling Oreos apart and saving off the frosting to make a mega Oreo, aren’t you.

Crowley: Maybe.

Crowley: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka.

Crowley: *upends the bottle*

Aziraphale: Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things.

Crowley, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too.

Anathema: Wow, Aziraphale was late too! What a coincidence!

Aziraphale: You spent all our money on THIS??

Crowley, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

Crowley: Where are you going?

Aziraphale: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

Crowley: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!

Anathema, knowing full well that Crowley got Aziraphale an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

Crowley: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

Aziraphale: You’re drunk.

Crowley: Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Aziraphale.

Aziraphale: Do you see yourself as a glass half-full or glass half-empty kind of person?

Anathema: Half-full, definitely.

Anathema: Half-full and constantly rising.

Anathema: Soon the water will escape its container and consume us all.

Crowley: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Aziraphale: AS ENEMIES?!

Crowley:

#good omens incorrect quotes #crowley loves aziraphale #aziraphale loves crowley #crowley and aziraphale #aziraphale and crowley #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x arizaphale #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #good omens

[xxfaceplantxx]

Studying language is really cool, but I don't know how people can focus. I look for stuff for one and find resources for another and get stuck bluescreening between.

You're looking for Hawaiian stuff? That's chill. Oh hey, here's a little tidbit about toki pona. Oh wow, that word reminds me of Spanish. Oh whoops, did you know English grammar is pretty similar to Dutch? Just a fun fact for ya. Oh geez, that website for ASL sure looks useful. Oh hey-

#language #language learning #langbr #ramble

[sleepingdeath-light]

s/o who is half hawaiian hcs ; main cast

requested by ; yesthetrashbin (09/05/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; baldroy, our!ciel phantomhive, finny, mey rin, sebastian michaelis, snake

outline ; “Hi! After seeing your "mixed race hc" for Black Butler, may I pls request the main cast (of your choice) with a mixed race s/o from Hawaii? (Male or gn reader pls) I'm just self projecting rn, I was born and raised in Hawaii for a very small portion of my life but since I was a military brat, I lived in many different places. Now as an adult and living back in Hawaii, I have major imposter syndrome and for a whole year I never felt like I belonged here and ppl treat me differently for acting more haole... but feel free to disregard this request! Hope you have a good day/night!”

note ; this may not be a perfect portrayal of the reader’s requested experience as i (a) am not a part of this culture and had to do a lot of research, and (b) had to try and adapt whatever i could find to the time period bb is set in — apologies if any part of this piece feels off because of this

warning(s) ; brief references to period typical racism and feeling disconnected from one’s heritage, but mostly fluff!

Baldroy

bard tries his best to help you reconnect with your culture and heritage — namely through food and language — but he’s far from perfect and his pronunciation might just make you wince at first (he’s trying, really, he’s just also really not good with accents)

do not let this man hear about dishes like loco moco or kālua pig because he will try and recreate it for you and it will go horribly wrong — please, please, if you must, ask sebastian to oversee everything because otherwise you will be eating some charcoal (made with a lot of love and good intentions, but still definitely charcoal)

he calls you ‘ipa’ a lot, alongside his usual rotation of pet names like ‘babe’ and ‘hun’, and his pronunciation gets better and better over time — and if you comment on that improvement then he’ll get the cutest smile on his face and mention that he has ‘the best teacher’ (between you and the books he’s been studying, of course)

he practises a lot independently in the hopes of being able to impress you and your family in the future (a habit ingrained in him from his upbringing — the need to gain approval from the relatives of whoever you’re dating before marriage), but let it be known that he is struggling his way through the syntax and grammar as best he can — but of course he’ll end up coming to you for guidance when he’s truly stuck or realises that perhaps that’s not how he should be pronouncing that word (sometimes it just feels wrong, even to a new learner)

he has punched someone out cold for being cruel to you for your heritage before and he will do it again if the need arises — he has a temper and he can use it to his advantage (sometimes, anyway)

(our!) Ciel Phantomhive

he’s highly empathetic to you feeling out of place in your culture does whatever he can to help mitigate that uncomfortable feeling for you — usually by having sebastian do something or another

he uses a great deal of his sparse free time to learn the specific dialect your family uses, either from you or alongside you depending on how much you can recall, and whilst his pronunciation is imperfect the effort is definitely there (and you’ll often find him practising his annunciation and sentence structure in the late evenings between working through the startling pile of paperwork on his desk)

more hawaiian dishes and desserts are incorporated into the manor’s menu — thanks to sebastian — based on ciel’s research and your own memories of food you grew up with (his personal favourites are lomi salmon and malasada)

if you ever wanted to wear something closer in design or pattern to what you wore back home, then he’d happily commission you some garments from nina — granted they’d probably not be perfect replications of what you grew up with, but he’d make sure that they were as close as they could reasonably be

he’s not afraid to leverage his reputation, connections, and staff in order to protect you and threaten anyone who tries to make you uncomfortable or discriminate against you due to your heritage (his peers, usually) or, conversely, your disconnect from it (other members of your community back home)

Finny

finny finds everything about your heritage and culture to be so very interesting — whether that’s the food, the celebrations, the language, the clothing, or just the island that your family hails from itself (he did grow up in a lab after all, so an environment like that is one that he’d jump at the chance to go and visit)

he’s shockingly quick at picking up the spoken side of your dialect just from hearing you speak it, but reading and writing is a very different story — but he’s so very eager to learn and he wants to be able to help you reconnect with that side of your family in his own way (trying his best to start and maintain conversations in hawaiian throughout the day with you, occasionally pausing mid word to shake his head and correct his pronunciation slightly and asking you if that was right — grinning so broadly it reaches his eyes every time you let him know that he did good)

loves all of the food you grew up eating and will happily devour it and ask for a second helping — his personal favourites are the sweeter things like haupia and kūlolo but he also enjoys the more substantial/proper foods and will just eat whatever you put in front of him

doesn’t quite understand the concept of being ‘haole’ but gets deeply upset by the way you’re treated by some of the people on your island because you happened to travel a lot growing up, which in turn makes him more protective over you and clingy (likewise he gets very emotional and affectionate after someone mistreats you back in old blighty because of your heritage, apologising for how you’re being treated and angry that people could ever be so mean to someone he loves so much)

if he had the opportunity to go visit hawaii with you then this man would be in heaven, exploring the terrain and learning about all the new native plant life (even trying new fruits like lychee, papaya and pineapples, which are far too expensive for him to even consider looking at back home) — you will definitely struggle to get him indoors during your visit and he might just sleep outdoors if you let him

Mey Rin

mey rin can definitely relate to feeling disconnected from her heritage given that her parents passed away when she was young and her only exposure to anything from her home country was the gang that treated her terribly — so the journey to reconnect with your roots would be something she’d happily support you in

she’d join you in relearning the hawaiian language whilst she learns mandarin (well beyond the cusses and insults and derogatory terms that were tossed around in the gang) — exchanging terms of endearment like ‘ipo’ and ‘xīn gān’ as you each become more familiar with your own languages and each other’s

she’s happy to try any of the foods you grew up with (especially anything involving meat), but she’s not exactly the best cook and far too clumsy to be trusted in the kitchen, so you’ll have to take on most of the actual cooking — she’s happy to help fetch ingredients, though (and she’s yet to drop anything… key word being ‘yet’ but it’s a big achievement for her)

if you ever manage to scrape enough time off to go back to your home island then poor mey will be fretting and practising her hawaiian near religiously for weeks leading up to the visit (even practising to herself when she’s working) — she wants to leave a good impression on your family, after all, and is really anxious about getting their approval

she’s not afraid to stand up for you with brits or other hawaiians who try and look down on you because of your heritage and your relationship with it — she knows what ‘haole’ means and she does not like hearing you get insulted (and, as many people could tell you, she can be very intimidating when she wants to be)

Sebastian Michaelis

sebastian is the type of partner who would go above and beyond to help you reconnect (or keep connected) with your heritage even though you’re stationed an ocean away in england

he makes sure the kitchens are stocked with the ingredients necessary to not only feed the master and his guests, but to keep the taste of home close — even memorising the steps to making the perfect lau lau, poi, or haupia (amongst many other dishes) for whenever you’re feeling homesick

being a demon he also has an excellent capacity to acquire languages and dialects without having to do the same amount of active learning that humans do, meaning that he’s more than happy and able to sit and talk with you in your native language (standard or in regional dialects like the niihau dialect) or help you relearn if if it’s something you lost or never quite picked up for one reason or another

it’s not like he randomly incorporates phrases or words from hawaiian into his daily life or work, as he has no reason to, but when the two of you are talking it’s easy for him to slip into it as a more intimate and private thing for the two of you

he makes a point to help you visit your home island and family whenever possible, even at times twisting the young master’s arm to do so — ensuring that you’re able to make any celebrations, festivals, parties, or holidays that you might have otherwise missed (whether it’s a more personal gathering like a luau, or something more communal like the merrie monarch festival)

as one could expect of him, sebastian is incredibly protective over you and intolerant of any attempt to judge or discriminate against you from either side of the debate (brits for being too non-white and your community for being ‘too haole’) and will make his disapproval known in the most aggressively polite way possible (unless he can get away with actively threatening them without repercussions for you or the young master, at which point he might just outright attack the offending party)

Snake

snake is mostly a very quiet and introverted person but that doesn’t mean he’s unsupportive of you and your want to reconnect with your heritage — in fact he offers all of the support he can (using his wages to buy books, food and materials in the same styles that you grew up with just to make things a bit easier)

he knows what it’s like to feel like you don’t quite fit in anywhere and he has extremely little patience for anyone who treats you poorly for your heritage or upbringing — using his snakes and appearance to his advantage in order to intimidate anyone who even tries (he doesn’t speak enough hawaiian to know what ‘haole’ means but based on your reaction he knows it isn’t good and he doesn’t like you being called it as a result)

he’s a big fan of a lot of hawaiian dishes and will easily clean the plate whenever something is made — but his personal favourites are ahi poke and lū’au, both of which he can happily have several servings of

he’d struggle a bit with connecting with your community if you ever managed to bring him back to your island for a visit — but that’s mostly because of his natural introversion and he’s otherwise fine with following you around, helping you prepare food, celebrating holidays with you, and so on

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #black butler fluff #black butler x reader #ciel phantomhive x reader #ciel phantomhive fluff #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis fluff #mey rin x reader #mey rin fluff #baldroy x reader #baldroy fluff #black butler finny x reader #black butler finny fluff #black butler snake x reader #black butler snake fluff #kuroshitsuji fluff #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji finny x reader #kuroshitsuji finny fluff #kuroshitsuji snake x reader #kuroshitsuji snake fluff

[suck4angststory]

One Shot

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Daughter!Reader

Once Again

Warning: Allusion to sex, but no smut. ANGST ANGST ANGST, Major Character death. English is my second language. Feel free to give me a comment about my writing and grammars mistakes

Author Note: btw if you want to be tagged just let me know in the comment. I can't reply to any of your comments because it's sideblog. But I really thankful for your comments and responds.

••••

Summary: Maverick once again have to face his biggest fears.

Maverick stood in front of the door with a big box of gift in his hand. The gift is wrapped in an orange wrapper with Rooster prints. He knock several times on the green door outside the bright yellow house. He step back when he heard a footstep approaching the door.

"Dad, you came" A woman with a bright sundress that matched her smile greeted him.

"Hi sweetheart" Maverick move forward to give (Y/N) side hug and she accepts it. They parted apart.

"Please come in." (Y/N) step aside so Maverick could come in. "You know, you don't have to bring anything" she nodded toward the present Maverick bring. Maverick lift his eyebrows at her and shrug his shoulder.

"It's for my grandson, of course, I have to bring something" Maverick grinned at her, he then walked through the hallway towards the living room.

The living room is already filled with balloons and several gifts, on the coffee table, there's a grey birthday cake with an F-18s decorations. number four candle stood in the middle of it.

A little boy wearing a green flight suit sit down patiently in front of the cake, he lift his head when he heard a footstep approaching. His face lit up when he saw Maverick standing in the living room. He then ran towards Maverick that grinned at him and open his arms for him.

"Papa Mav Papa Mav Papa Mav..." He jumps up and down excited with his Papa Mav. He jumps in front of Maverick. Maverick then pick him up and placed him on his hip.

"How's my little soldier doing", Maverick bobbed his nose and Jim scrunched his nose to him

"I good papa Mav. But I don't wanna be soldie' papa mav, I want to be pilot" He whined at him.

"Oh you're gonna be pilot, like the greatest pilot on Navy, Papa Mav," Maverick claimed.

"Noo... I want to be like daddy, daddy's is the g'eatest pilot on Navy" Jim played with Maverick jacket collar.

"Oh, your daddy is the greatest pilot than me?" Maverick teased him and lift his eyebrows at him.

"Yes, he says he saves you on the mission, so daddy is the g'eatest pilot than you" Jim lifts his hands to the air.

"That's right champs, your daddy is the greatest pilot than your Papa Mav" Rooster comes in from the kitchen wearing an open-up blue Hawaiian shirt with a white undershirt and blue jeans. (Y/N) then walked past Maverick to Bradley and hug his side. Bradley slips his arms to her shoulder.

"Really Rooster?" Maverick scoffed at him and lifts his eyebrows at him in disbelief.

"Hey, babe" (Y/N) tiptoe to kiss Rooster and they shared a kiss.

"Eww, daddy and mommy gwoss" James closed his eyes and use one hand to close his eyes.

"That's right, Jimmy, your Mommy and Daddy are gross" Mav taunted them, (Y/N) and Bradley then pull their lips apart and Bradley give (Y/N) forehead a long kiss. Bradley then released (Y/N) and walked toward Mav and Jimmy.

"C'mon champs, let's blow your candle" Bradley lift, Jimmy, from Maverick and place him in his arms.

"Oh, I brought you a present by the way" Maverick kicked the box beside his. Jimmy's face lit up with the words present. He turned his head and stared at Maverick with a big smile. He then turns to Rooster.

"Can I open it, daddy?" He asked Rooster.

"When you're down blow your candle and cut your cake. C'mon champs" (Y/N) called out already sitting in front of the coffee table and lit up the candle.

Jimmy wiggled in Bradley's arms and jump down from Bradley. He runs towards (Y/N) and sits on her lap. Bradley and Maverick followed them, they sit (Y/N) each other side.

They sing Jimmy a birthday song and after the song finished Jimmy blows the candle. They clapped for him, Jimmy then give (Y/N) a kiss and Bradley next.

"Where's Papa Mav kiss?" Mav pouted playfully to Jimmy. Jimmy then stand up from (Y/N) lap and runs towards Mav and he catches him. Jimmy then kisses Maverick on his cheek.

Jimmy giggles on Maverick arms and Mav kisses him on his forehead.

"Happy Birthday James Nicholas Bradshaw" He muttered to him.

"Mav, look at here" Rooster called out in front of the living room, camera in his hand. Mav gives his biggest smile with Jimmy in his arms.

"Wow, Your wrinkled looked prominent in here" Rooster taunted him when he saw the photo he had just taken.

"Thanks, Rooster" Mav rolled his eyes at him.

Rooster then set the camera on Tripod and place it in front of the living room. He then walked and sit in his place before.

"Jim, come sit with Mommy" Jim then stand up from Mav's lap and sit on (Y/N) lap. Bradley scooted closer to (Y/N) and placed his arm around her shoulder. The timer on the camera goes off and they give their best smile for the camera.

****

Bradley shoves his shirt into the green duffle bag that he places on the bed. He shoved the clothes he had just picked from the closet to the next mission he'll gonna attend.

"You know, maybe you shouldn't go this time" (Y/N) walked to the bedroom. A white uniform hanging in her hand, she stared at Bradley with sad eyes. She wearing a satin white nightgown that stopped at her mid-thigh.

Bradley let out a sigh and turn around to approach his wife

"It's gonna be okay honey, I'm with Dagger Squad this time. Even Mav's gonna be there" Bradley slides one of his arms to (Y/N) waist and brushes her hair that gets to her face.

"But I'm worried, I've never felt like this before" (Y/N) pouted.

"There's nothing you have to worry about. I'm gonna be okay, we're gonna be okay" Bradley caressed (Y/N) cheek. (Y/N) slumped her shoulder and let out a sigh. She released herself from Bradley and goes to hang his uniform behind the door. Bradley back to prepare his bag for his mission. (Y/N) smoothering Bradley uniform to remove all the wrinkle.

"Honey, did you know where my cap is?" Bradley called for her while he rummaging through the closet and drawer.

"What cap?" (Y/N) ask him. She turn around and looked at him that rummaging through the closet.

"The one with the white uniform, do know where is?" He turn around to look at her and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Hmmm... I think I saw it before" (Y/N) muttered. She walked out from the bedroom. Bradley let out a sigh and continue his searching.

A few minutes later, (Y/N) come back with a white cap in his hand.

"You mean this" (Y/N) lift the cap in his hand. Bradley then turns around and lets out a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank god" he approaches her and gives her a quick kiss on the lips as a thank you "where did you find it?" Bradley takes the Cap from (Y/N) and placed it on the bedside table.

"In Jim's box of toys" (Y/N) shrugs at him.

"How it can go in there" Bradley exclaimed. (Y/N) then walked toward him and snake her arms around his neck.

"Maybe a certain someone decided to play soldier with his son and father last week," she told him with a shrug.

"What!? Oh... I remember it." Bradley nodded remembering the event. "I mean, Jim wants to have some time with his dad and grandpa" Bradley snakes his arms on (Y/N) waist. They begin to sway each other embrace.

"Of course you are" (Y/N) muttered, she then buried her face in Bradley's neck. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent. They begin to doing a slow dance in the bedroom. Bradley then heard her sniffles.

"What's wrong baby?" Bradley lifts her head from his neck, (Y/N) wipes her cheeks.

"Nothing" she sniffed. Bradley understands what his wife's sad about. It's about the mission he'll gonna do. "C'mon, there's nothing will be going on. We're gonna be fine, Baby" Bradley reassured her. His wife had never been this sad and clingy whenever he would go on the mission. She knows the risk of being a navy, especially a fighter pilot.

"How'd you know that?" her voice croaked. Tears spill down again. Bradley then wipes the tears from her cheeks with his thumb and caresses her cheeks.

"Don't cry, please. I'm sorry, looked I'll try to call you before I take off for a mission. What'd you think?" Bradley reassured her, he stared into her eyes trying to give her comfort. "And call me too when you're done with the mission"  her tears streaming down now. And Bradley shush her, he brought her again to his embrace. "Of course, of course, baby. I'm gonna call straight away after I land" Bradley muttered in her neck.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what happened to me. I just feel sad and I want to cry. And now seeing you go to a mission and I'm gonna miss you so much, I'm want to burst into tears" She muttered in his neck and begin to sob.

"It's fine baby, it's fine. Let it out" Bradley stroked her hair gently. A few minutes later, (Y/N) sobs begin to cease. And her cry stopped.

"Feeling better now?" Bradley ask her, she then nodded in Bradley's neck.

"Let's go to sleep, yeah?" Bradley lift her head and (Y/N) nodded at him. She sniffed a few times and Bradley wipe her remaining tears with his sleeve.

"I'm gonna wash my face first" Bradley nodded at her. (Y/N) then turn around to go to the bedroom.

****

When (Y/N) back from the bedroom, Bradley was already laying on the bed, his shirt is off and he just wearing a boxer. A seductive smirk on his face. (Y/N) lift her eyebrows at him.

"Mrs Bradshaw. Wanna come in bed with me?" Bradley pats side of the bed beside him.

(Y/N) folded her arms in her chest and walked towards him. She leaned down towards him

"If I come to the bed with you, what I'm gonna get?" She asks him seductively.

"You are gonna" Bradley lifts his body to a sitting position, his face facing (Y/N). "Get treated like a queen" Bradley lifted (Y/N) and brought her with him. (Y/N) let out a squeal at this.

Bradley shifts his body so (Y/N) is beneath him. (Y/N) giggle at him and Bradley just stared at her eyes lovingly. "You're so damn beautiful Mrs Bradshaw" Bradley whispered to her, he brushed her hair that got to her face.

"You're so damn gorgeous Mr Bradshaw" (Y/N) stroke Bradley jaw.

They giggle and Bradley leaned in to kiss her. (Y/N) kiss him back and tangled her hand in his hair. Bradley lifts (Y/N) thigh and begins to rub himself to (Y/N). Their kiss begins to heat and they let out moans in each other mouths. When Bradley wants to remove (Y/N) panties, the bedroom door cracked open, and a scared little voice comes into the view.

"Mommy, Daddy, you asleep?" (Y/N) heard this voice push Bradley out of her and Bradley landed on side of the bed.

"Yeah, sweetheart. What's wrong?" (Y/N) lifts his body from the bed and sits down trying to collect herself. Bradley just lay in the bed stunned.

There's in front of the bedroom stood James Bradshaw with his Alex the Lion from Madagascar clutched in his chest. He's wearing navy blue Madagascar pyjamas with Rooster printed pants. His cheeks were stained with tears and cheeks red. He jutted his bottom lip, pouting.

"Oh, what's a wrong sweetheart?" (Y/N) walked towards him and asked with concern, she then swoop him in her arms and Jim hide his face on (Y/N) neck.

"I think there's a monster under my bed. Because I heard a weird sound" Jim muttered in (Y/N) neck.

"Oh my baby, it's fine. You're with Mommy now" (Y/N) rock him and shush him to calm him down.

"Can I sleep with you, Mommy?" Jim asked (Y/N) and lift his head from her neck.

"Of course, you can baby" (Y/N) kiss Jim's forehead and Jim hides his face again in (Y/N) neck.

(Y/N) then walked them towards the bed. When they near the bed, (Y/N) saw Bradley pouted, his head resting on the headrest, arms folded in his chest. She rolled her eyes at Bradley.

"Honey.." (Y/N) called Bradley,

"What?" His bottom lip jutted out. "Covered your dick" (Y/N) mouthed to him and pointed to his crotch. Bradley saw where she's pointed out and let out a sigh. Guess, he should wait until he got back from the mission. Bradley then covered half of his body with the duvet.

(Y/N) placed Jim on the bed and he crawled to the middle of the bed. He slide himself to the duvet under him.

"Hey daddy" he greeted Bradley when he settles in the middle of the bed with his lion in his arms.

"Hey champs" Bradley greeted him, he turn his body to the side to caress his hair. (Y/N) then slide to the duvet and lay with them. "Why you not wealing a shiwt daddy?" Bradley is taken aback by the question.

"Yeah, why not you wearing a shirt daddy" (Y/N) turns to Bradley and mock him.

"Daddy just hot baby. So daddy takes off the shirt." Bradley explained to Jim

"Oh, I want to take my shiwt too like daddy" Jim tries to lift his shirt off but (Y/N) stop it

"No.. baby, you're gonna catch a cold if you sleep with no shirt on" (Y/N) explained to him softly

"But I want to be like daddy" Jim whined at her.

"How about, if daddy put a shirt on, you still wearing your pyjamas" Bradley suggested to him. Jim nodded excitedly "Yes daddy, I want to be like you"

"Okay champs, daddy gonna put a shirt on real quick" Bradley kissed Jim's cheek, and he then got up and take his shirt that he throw on the floor.

"Daddy, you have Rooste pants like me.." Jim pointed to Bradley's boxer when Bradley turn around showing a printed Rooster on the back of his boxer. Bradley put his shirt on and slide onto the duvet again. "Of course champs, we're twins" Bradley ruffles Jim's hair.

"I like being daddy twins. I want to have hail on my lips like daddy, Mommy." Jim turned to (Y/N) that stared at him. "Can I have a hail on my lips like daddy, Mommy" He looked at her with his big green eyes.

"Of course, you can baby, but not right now," She told him.

"Why not?" Jim pouted at her. Bradley caresses his blond hair gently.  "Because you have to be taller if you want to grow a moustache like daddy," Bradley told him.

"What mou-mou-tash" Jim a bit difficult to pronounce moustache.

"The hair in daddy's lips" Bradley touches his moustache and lifts Jim's hand to feel it. "Oh, that's called mou-mou-tash" Jim giggled feeling Bradley's stache

"Why don't you dress up like Papa Mav?" (Y/N) suggests to him, because she knows, Jim adores his Papa Mav too. Maverick always spent his time fourth time a week for Jim. He gladly takes Jim from them and forces them to go on date or spent some time together. After Jim able to walk, Maverick will pick him up from the house and take him to the beach behind the Hard Deck every Sunday.

"Papa Mav is cool. But daddy why coolewl." Jim throws his arms in the air and giggles "Don't tell Papa Mav daddy" He told Bradley.

"Of course, my champs" Bradley kissed Jim's cheek. Jim then let out a yawn "I'm sleepy Mommy" He snuggled towards Bradley.

"Sleep my baby" (Y/N) caress his hair.

"Hold me daddy" Jim muttered to Bradley's chest. "Of course, my champs" Bradley tightened his grasp on Jim.

"Daddy loves you Jim" Bradley kisses Jim's forehead. (Y/N) smiled at them and scooted closer to them. She then reach out to snake her arms on Bradley's stomach and she closed her eyes.

"Sleep well my angels" Bradley muttered before he drift off to sleep.

***

"Wow, Daddy, you so handsome" Jim stared at Bradley with wide eyes. Bradley is already dressed in his white uniform, they're in the kitchen having breakfast. (Y/N) is in front of the stove, cooking for breakfast.

"I'm your daddy champs. Of course, he has to be handsome" Bradley then sit beside Jim that busy drawing something, he then takes a sip of his coffee that is already placed in the mug on the table. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. (Y/N) whipped her head and want to open the door but Bradley stand up for her.

"I got it hon.." Bradley kissed (Y/N) cheek and walked out towards the front door.

***

"Champs looked who I found on the front door" Bradley walked with Maverick behind him, wearing the same uniform as Bradley. Jim whipped his head from his drawing.

"Papa Mav" Jim lift his hands to the air and Mav walked to him and lift him from his high chair. He then placed Jim on his hips. Bradley sits in his chair and begins to drink his coffee

"How's my pilot doing" Mav kiss, Jim, on the cheek. Jim giggle at Maverick "I'm good Papa Mav"

Maverick then blow-raspberry to Jim's cheek and Jim giggled out loud.

"C'mon let's eat you two. Dad, you're gonna wrinkled your uniform" (Y/N) called out to them, she placed the breakfast on the table. She took Jim's drawings and placed mini pancakes on his table. Maverick then placed Jim back in his high chair and Mav sit beside Bradley.

(Y/N) sit beside Bradley and take his plate to place some waffles and bacon on his plate.

"Thank you, babe" Bradley kissed (Y/N) on the cheek and she blush at him.

Maverick smiled at Bradley's family. He finally found his own family that he can take care of. At first, Mav is not happy about Bradley dating (Y/N) because he has one rule for his daughter 'No Dating with Navy Man'. Bradley and (Y/N) hide their relationship from Maverick for six months, but Bradley Bradshaw can make his mouth shut up for minutes and have to blow their relationship in middle of busy day at the Hard Deck. It was their banter with Hangman that made Bradley have to blow their relationship.

Hangman starts commenting about (Y/N) and tries to flirt with her when he saw her at Hard Deck. (Y/N) want to play with Hangman, (Y/N) respond immediately.

It was Phoenix's idea that make Hangman flirting with (Y/N). The other day, she caught them kissing in the parking lot of Hard Deck, she knows how jealous Rooster is if it comes to his girlfriend, so she makes Hangman do it because she knows how Rooster doesn't like Hangman.

Rooster can't take it and blow up his relationship with (Y/N) in the middle of Hard Deck. He shouts out to Hangman about he's dating her and kiss (Y/N) in front of him.

Maverick saw all of this with mouth agape and disbelief.

The next day, he called (Y/N) right away from her work. She works as a nurse in the local hospital.

Maverick give them lectures four hours straight about how Bradley dared to date his daughter and scolded them for hiding their relationship. But Maverick, in the end, has to accept their relationship. Rooster proves himself to be worthy as his daughter's boyfriend.

And now, here they are, married with a beautiful James in their family. Maverick wishes they'll be always this happy and Bradley cherish his daughter. He wants Bradley to experience what his Mom and Dad doing, having loving people that he got called family. He has been placed to call home, he got someone to come home, he got someone always waiting for him.

Maverick hope, Bradley is always happy and not going through what he has to.

He want to pay Bradley with the happiness he stole from him. With the time he stole from him. Maverick want to pay his sin to him.

****

The sound of F-18s whooshing around atop the tree-covered snow filled the silence in this forest. The four jets already finished their mission behind this forest.

"Thank you for your service Dagger Team, we're gonna sweep this place once again. You guys go back to the ship" Maverick announced to the radio.

"Copy that Captain, Dagger three return to the ship" Hangman replies to Maverick.

"Confirm"

"Dagger four, return to the ship" Phoenix spoke to the radio.

"Confirm"

"See you on the base Rooster," Phoenix say goodbye to Bradley. Now Maverick and Rooster are sweeping around the place to watch any enemy or bogey that is still in the area.

"Hey, Mav, did you see James drawing for you" Rooster talked to Maverick from the radio, he looked around to see any sign of enemy.

"Yeah, I got it in my pocket." Maverick click the button in his jet to make it on autopilot, he then pulls a paper from his chest pocket and opens it. There's is drawing of Maverick in his green flight suit with a green crayon, beside him is James.

"Wow, I think he'll gonna be an artist, he has the talent" Maverick examined the drawing in his hand.

"Yeah, I'm surprised with his drawing" Rooster replied on the radio. Suddenly there's a jet behind Maverick that want to knock him from his jet, but Maverick pull his jet up on time so the bogey doesn't get him "Oh shit!" Jim's drawing falls somewhere in the jet.

"What happened!" Rooster asked him, panic rising in him. He try to look for Maverick.

"There's bogey on my tail" The bogey comes back again and begins to chase Maverick, Maverick and the bogey begin dogfighting.

"Stay there Mav" Rooster clicks the button on his jet and picks up his speed to catch Maverick.

"No! Rooster! go back to the ship" Maverick order him, still trying to make the bogey out of his tail.

"I'm not leaving you!" Rooster stated to him.

"Shit! shit! shit!" Maverick curses when the boogie begins to shoot him. Before the boogie can shoot Mav, Rooster comes and shoot the bogey, the bogey Jet exploded and Maverick took a deep breath of relief.

"I got you old man" Rooster taunted him in playfully.

"Thanks, Rooster" Maverick breathed out relief. But out of the blue, another bogey comes and shoots Rooster jet engine.

"Oh fuck!" Rooster cursed, he try to control his Jet, but the shot destroy his airflow. Flames come out from the engine.

"ROOSTER!" Maverick shout out, he chases the bogey and shoots them and they explode.

"My engine on fire" Rooster breathing heavily. He tries to control his Jet but it's too late. His jet swings around in yaw.

"You have to eject Rooster!" Maverick breathing heavily. Panic begins rising in his body. Rooster tries to reach for the eject but it's stuck. His jet is becoming lower to the hard deck. "I can't Mav, it's stuck" Rooster's voice is trembling with panic.

Suddenly, Goose's voice when the accident happened filled his earing. A frantic voice of Goose and him filled his mind.

"Plane's coupling up! Plane's coupling up"

"We're going low Mav."

"I can't eject"

"I'll do it for you"

"Goose, you have to eject, eject, eject" Maverick doesn't realise he shout Goose's name here.

"Goose talk to me. You have to eject!" Maverick shouted out Goose's name again, but he just heard heavily breathing.

Rooster try to pull out the eject but it stuck, his Jet spinning faster, out of control, and his engine exploded.

"EJECT!" Rooster shout out but the explosion hit his head, the canopy debris got in his head when he pull the chute open.

"ROOSTER!" Maverick shout out his name when he saw Bradley get blasted by the engine that explode. "Bradley!" He tries to talk to him over the radio but no response. He waits for a few minutes but no sign of Bradley.

"Dagger one you have to go back to the ship, we're gonna send a rescue team," The crew told him over the Radio but he ignored it. He thrust his jet to where Bradley jet just exploded "Dagger one. Dagger o-" Maverick pull his ejection and let his jet hit the tree in the forest.

Maverick landed on the snow, he released his chute straps and begin to walk finding Bradley.

"Bradley!, Bradley!, Bradley!" He shouts out his name trying to gain his response but no sign of him.

After several minutes of walking, he saw the burning of Jet debris, he ran on the thick snow towards debris.

Besides them, there's laying Bradley Bradshaw in his blood, the white snow beneath him turning to red colour with his blood. Maverick stared at the scene with wide eyes. He ran as fast as he can towards him. "Oh no no no no".

He sits down beside him and pulls off Bradley helmet. When he touches Bradley's head in the back, his hand is covered in blood. His hand trembling "Oh shit, Rooster!" his voice filled with fear. He releases Bradley from his chute strap. He tries to feel the beat on his neck but no beating. Maverick eyes begin to glisten.

"Wake up, son, wake up" Maverick opens Bradley's flight suit and tries to give him a chest compressor.

"Please wake up. Don't leave me here" His tears begin to stream down his cheeks. He breathing heavily. "C'mon C'mon, Son, don't leave me here" Maverick begin to cry over Bradley's corpse.

"Bradley, Rooster, Bradshaw" He shake Bradley body but no response from him.

"Rooster, Talk to me" Maverick placed Bradley's head in his lap. He hugs Bradley's corpse in his arms and begins to rock him back and forth. He muttered sorry to him.

He then let out a heartbreaking cry, an anguished cry that whoever heard him, he know how broken his heart is.

"Bradley.."

One hour later, a copper flew in the sky above them. He didn't bother to look at it, he just hold Bradley's corpse tightly in his arms. He doesn't bother with Bradley's blood soaking his suit. He hold his lifeless body like he would wake up anytime soon.

A group of rescue came to them with a harness. "Sir, it's alright" one of the rescuers tries to take Bradley from Maverick, but he has a death grip on Bradley.

"Sir, it's alright, you have to let him go" He tries again to pry Bradley free from Maverick grasp, but Maverick glare at him and the rescuer step back. They stood there watching Maverick hold Bradley's lifeless body

"Rooster, talk to me" Maverick muttered to himself but Rooster was already dead. Rooster already left them. Left him, left his daughter, left his grandson. Rooster is no longer with them. And it's all his fault. He Once Again has to live a life of guilty with his daughter.

***

The hardest part for Maverick after Goose's death is telling Carole that his husband not coming back, telling Bradley that his Daddy not coming back, that Goose has die.

But, when Goose dies, he's not the one that has to tell Carole and Bradley.

He saw the damage to Carole after Goose died. He saw how broken Carole is, He saw Carole like half of her life is gone. And he has to see all of that in his daughter any soon.

Maverick stood on the porch of (Y/N) and Bradley's house. When they rescue him, the sun already goes down, they flew him the next morning to Miramar. Bradley's corpse is still on the base to get prepared before get send to his house.

Maverick took a deep breath. He try to keep his tears at bay, but every time he saw the door, tears gonna spilt down his cheeks. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. He walked towards the front door and knock on it several times.

This hours (Y/N) is probably busy preparing breakfast for James and her, she then will take James to Penny whilst she goes to work.

His hand stopped in mid-air when (Y/N) open the door for him. She wearing her blue scrub.

"Dad, What're you doing." (Y/N) smile at him, but when she saw his longing look, she furrowed her eyebrows at Maverick.

"Hey, sweetie" Maverick forced a smile, he can't contain his cry, and his voice cracked every time he speak.

"Dad, what happens? Came in" she asked him with concern. She then opens the door for him and steps aside to let him in.

****

(Y/N) walked towards the living room with Maverick hot in her tail.

"If you want to meet James, he's still asleep though, but he'll gonna wake up soon" She shrugs her arms and sits down on the couch. Maverick just stood in front of her with his shoulder slumped. She furrowed her eyebrows at him. She then stand up and placed her hand on Maverick bicep.

"Dad, what's wrong? Are you okay?" She asked with concern. Maverick lips tremble and he burst into tears. He hug (Y/N) and muttered sorry to her.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I'm sorry" He hugs (Y/N) so tight that it is almost hard to breathe. Her furrowed eyebrows are more prominent now. She hugs him back and holds him. "Shush Dad, what's wrong, please talk to me" (Y/N) rubbing her hand up and down on Maverick's back. His body shaking whilst he crying.

Then it hit her, Maverick is here, but Bradley isn't here. Bradley always comes straight away after the mission is finished. Maverick is back, but Bradley doesn't call her when he has done with the mission. Maverick visited her, crying, looked guilty, and muttered sorry to her.

"Dad please, tell me, tell me, he just hurt, he's in the hospital right now, he just hurt" (Y/N) asked him rapidly, her eyes beginning to water. But Maverick just shook his head at her shoulder.

"Dad, please, he's okay, isn't he? He's coming back right?" Her voice trembles and tears begin to stream down her face.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Maverick muttered to her. (Y/N) begin to break down. She let out sobbing. Her knees were weak, If Maverick doesn't hold her, she'll gonna fall to the floor.

"Sweetheart, sweetheart please sit down" Maverick bring her to the couch and sits her down. He places her head in his lap and (Y/N) circles her arms at Maverick's waist. She cries on his lap.

***

Maverick stroke his daughter's hair, and he lets her cry on him. He on the other hand can't stop himself from crying. This is her favourite position whenever she broke down or is sad. When she has her first heartbreak, when she has her first fight with Bradley, or when she got sad watching The Blind Side.

He waits for her to calm down. When she calmed down, Mav turn her head to face him. He wipe her daughter's tears, he examined her face, her eyes were bloodshot, and her cheeks and nose is red colour. He kiss his daughter's forehead and muttered sorry to her.

(Y/N) lift her body to a sitting position.

"Came here" Maverick brought (Y/N) to his embrace and hold her.

"Why did he leave me, Dad? He promise to come back" Maverick just hold her, he doesn't know what to say, he just kisses her hair and muttered sorry to her.

"What I'm supposed to say to James? Oh God James, he's gonna miss his dad so much" he rubs her arms up and down. Mention of James, his tears begin to fall again.

"Tell me dad? Did he in pain?" (Y/N) lift her head to look at Maverick.

"He looked so peaceful, sweetie." Mav brushed (Y/N) hair that got in her cheeks.

"I want to see his body" Her bottom lip trembled.

"I'm gonna brought you to the base, he's there now." Maverick nodded at her as a sign of promise. (Y/N) bury her face on Maverick's chest and she cries again.

"Mommy" a little voice called out from the bottom of the stairs. James wearing his Rooster pyjamas with Alex the Lion in his arms. He rubs his little fist to his eyes.

"Hey sweetheart" (Y/N) stand up and walked towards James, she pick him up and placed him on her hips. James looked at her with concern."Why you crwing, Mommy?" He touched (Y/N) cheek.

"Oh, Papa Mav just told me a sad story sweetheart" (Y/N) wipe her tears with her sleeve.

"Hey, Pilot" James whipped his head to the sound and Maverick waved to him. "Papa Mav" James grinned at him and he wiggled in (Y/N) arms and run towards Maverick.

Maverick brought him to his lap. "Why you crwing too Papa Mav" James wipe Maverick cheek with his sleeve

"The sad story got me too" Maverick forced a smile.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you a funny story that dad told me before, you and mommy" (Y/N) covered her mouth with her hand to contain her crying. She turns around and lets herself cry in her hand.

"Oh really? Sound good, Pilot" Maverick kisses James' forehead. He spitting image of Bradley. James giggles at Maverick and kisses his cheek.

"Mommy, I'm hungry" James called her mother, (Y/N) wiped her tears and turn around to face him. She forces smile. She bends down to level with him on Maverick lap. "Okay, could you wait with Papa Mav here, I'm gonna prepare for your breakfast" she stroked his hair.

"Okay Mommy" James nodded, (Y/N) kissing his forehead and muttering "I love you sweetheart" to him.

"I love you too Mommy." James kisses (Y/N) cheek in response.

****

(Y/N) walked towards the bathroom to wash her face. When she was inside the bathroom, she stood in front of the sink. She begin to cry again, she tilted her head down and begin to sob loudly, her shoulder shook, and her tears hit the positive pregnancy test in the sink.

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[notroosterbradshaw]

Can’t wait! 😊

Your wish? My command. Here is a part to the follow up of The Relationship Experiment (VERY MUCH IN DRAFT FORM AS YOU CAN SEE FROM SPELLING/GRAMMAR ETC). I hope you enjoy. Please reblog and let all your mates know:

“And this would be our room,” Bradley smiled, opening the door to the master bedroom, the afternoon sun beaming brightly as you followed him in tentatively. He watched your every step, watching your brain churn and knew it was considering what could be done with the room, the house, the kitchen you absolutely, fucking despised. He’d never seen you turn your nose up at something so quickly, it was kind of hilarious to witness. Then that grin when you said you were going to enjoy taking a sledgehammer to that room the most. He liked that deviousness in you.

“My God, it’s huge,” you said, a little overwhelmed.

“Thank you,” he teased as you rolled your eyes, pulling you into his arms and burying his face into the curve of your neck, his silken lips dragging across your jaw. “So… what do you think? Can you imagine growing old here?” he murmured into your skin and eyes peeping at you, shyly.

Hopefully. Desperately.

“You let me destroy that kitchen and the guest bathroom downstairs and I’ll be here forever,” you said, taking in his delicious lips and drawing his mouth to yours, your hand slipping to the front of his jeans, a rough grope of his cock jolting his entire body awake.

“Whoa, easy tiger,” He groaned, appreciating your initiation. “Where’s this come from?”

“You don’t wanna run with it?” You taunted as a reply. Bradley Bradshaw was never speechless but he was finding it hard to produce a response. “Wanna christen the place?”

“Fuckin’ A. Yes,” he chuckled quietly. “There isn’t any furniture yet – ” he saw where you were gazing. “Beautiful view, huh?” he asked his voice dropping to sinful levels, thinking you’d been enraptured by the ocean. You simply shrugged as he watched you raise your dress over your head and drop it at his feet, strapless bra covering your breasts and a barely-there thong. “Oh. I…” he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry and words lost to the air as he watched you unclasp your bra and slip off your underwear. “Love, you look so good.”

“Gonna join me?” you asked, not nervous, not feeling on display, but Bradley’s desire washing over you. He nodded, letting his necessary ceremonial Hawaiian shirt hit the dusty hardwood flooring and taking his wifebeater with it.

#asks answered #wip #no one asked cass #rooster #rooster x reader

[bethanyactually]

tagged by the wonderful @hondagirll -- thanks, Steph! 💛

last song: Stay by Lisa Loeb

currently reading: re-reading The Mark of Athena, the third Heroes of Olympus book, so I can actually finish the series after that which I somehow never did, and then read the new Percy Jackson book, The Chalice of the Gods. Also currently reading Frankenstein with Elliora for school, and I just put a hold on The Founding Myth, thanks to @katiedora mentioning it in the tags of this post.

last film: I am cracking up because I just realized what AMAZING film @pressdbtwnpages and I watched on YouTube this past weekend: Parent Trap IV: Hawaiian Honeymoon.

A while back, we realized we were both weirdos who loved that movie as kids and wore out VHS tapes watching it, and somehow we got to talking about it the other day and wondered if anyone had put it on YouTube and some wonderful soul HAD. And even better, it was still hilarious 35 years later.

currently watching:

the US version of Ghosts, which is thus far charming and entertaining

Percy Jackson and the Olympians, A+++

Dimension20's Fantasy High Junior Year on Dropout

Troy just watched S2 of Reacher, which is very action-filled and quippy and not entirely my thing, but I watched it with him and did enjoy getting to see Shannon Kook (aka Grant [Redacted]) in it

perpetually rewatching Elementary and Nancy Drew

currently craving: nothing in particular

currently consuming: coffee

three ships: Nancy/Ace, Percy/Annabeth, Josh/Donna

first ship: probably Maddie/David on Moonlighting, though I did think Bob and Linda on Sesame Street should get married, and I was REALLY into Kit/Nat in The Witch of Blackbird Pond. (hi, @ladytharen!)

favourite colour: sunflower yellow

currently working on: a couple of blankets I'm crocheting, thinking about my next text post edit for Nancy Drew 409, beta-reading some stuff.

tagging: low-key, no-pressure tagging Katie, Kelsey, and Doc whom I already mentioned above, plus some folks from my recent activity @bitchwhoyoukiddin, @floating-in-the-blue, @galathea-snb, @al-the-grammar-geek, @artemistiques, @duskylight, @ryeshept, and anyone else who wants to do this!

#meme #me

[creativepawsworld]

Everything But You

Pairing = Cillian Murphy x OC

Summary = Brianna is a young 19 year old getting ready to start her first year at Cork University to study Law. On her night out to celebrate she meets a man who will change her life in the best possible way. 

Warnings = Language, Grammar, Implied cheating - however no cheating. 

Word Count = 2265

Note = This idea has been rattling in my brain for the past week and I have heard to get it out. This will be a mini series of 90s Cillian. So he is in his band and getting ready to attend College. There will be smutty smut further on, I don’t expect it to be any longer than ten parts. :) 

Enjoy. 

Today had been a bittersweet morning for me. On one side, the happy side, I was accepted to study law in the University of Cork.  A dream of mine since I was a little girl. Becoming a lawyer and following in the footsteps of my father and his father before him, my grandfather. I was carrying on the tradition and was excited to do so.

The bad news was I was rejected again by Riverdance, there was still no open spots. Performing in Riverdance was another dream of mine, not a lifelong dream like becoming a lawyer. But god did I love to dance.

I had developed a love of it at such a young age thanks to my mother. She was an Irish dancer herself and she taught me everything I needed to know. She was my number one fan, always at the meets, the competitions, the practices. Always supporting me.

With her help I became World Irish Dancer Champion twice, Ireland’s Champion four times and European Champion six times and that was only my major accomplishments.

When I turned sixteen however, I lost her to cancer. She was only 46.

Putting the rejection out of my mind for now, I finished the last touches of my makeup. Pumping myself up for a night out with the girls to celebrate my acceptance into College.

I had invited my boyfriend of two years Andrew tonight but he hadn’t responded to my request, instead he just changed the subject if I brought it up. So I doubted very much that I would see him.

“Enjoy your night love” My father, Seamus smiled, shaking his wet hands into the sink in the kitchen.

“Thank you dad, don’t wait up” I kissed the side of his cheek before bounding out of the kitchen and out into the taxi where my best friend Aoife was waiting, our other friends already at the club.

Arriving at the Hawaiian club just before 8pm, the place was already picking up with partygoers, looking to drink and dance away their stresses from the week. Weaving our way through the crowd we found our friends at a table towards the back, right next to the toilets.

“There she is, Miss Law” Billy raised his rum and coke at us as soon as we arrived. Marion and Aoife letting out wild coyote screams in excitement for me.

“Thank you” I grinned accepting a one arms hug from Marion before sitting down while Aoife got the drinks in.

*****

Feeling the buzz of the alcohol, I was dancing in my seat, swaying my upper body side to side when I glanced towards the bathroom, just as a young man no older than myself emerged from behind the white door.

His hair was long, reaching just past his ears. He was wearing a black shirt with some dark jeans but what captured my attention the most was the majestic blue eyes that seemed to scan the room before resting on my own.

I felt my mouth drop and go dry as he passed a table, sending a wink in my direction. He was probably one of the most attractive men I had seen in my life, celebrities sex icons included.

“Ohfft he was fit.” Aoife barked in my ear noticing the mysterious blue eyed man as well. Turning to face her, she had a mischievous smirk on her face and was biting her bottom lip. “You should go talk to him.”

“No way” I blushed looking down at the drink my lap. Lifting it to my mouth I decided to chew on the plastic straw, trying to hide my embarrassment.  

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“I’m not like that Aoife” I shook my head, placing the tall glass on the table. My mind instantly went to Andrew. He was nice, our relationship was nice.

He just didn’t have time for me, not right now anyway. Medical school was becoming hectic, he had to study hard to earn his license. At least, this was what I would tell myself whenever I felt alone in the relationship.

“That boy is a waste of your time Brie.” Aoife spoke with a deep scowl on her face, she never liked Andrew. She claimed she could sense an aura around him. She couldn’t describe it but it wasn’t a good one.

Whereas our friend Marion believed he felt like he was better than everyone around him and it was only recently I had saw what she meant. Lately it had seemed like, I wasn’t worth his time nor effort.

“Like where is he? Where is he tonight? He is off, don’t try and tell me otherwise.” Aoife continued, pointing her finger in my direction for emphasis, little did she know her tone of voice was all she truly needed.

“How do you know he is off?” I asked, watching Marion return with a tray full of shots. My eyes going wide at the thought of having to take one, shots were never my thing.

“Remember Calvin, his hot ass friend from the other night.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me, accepting a shot glass from Marion and knocking it back in one.

“Aoife, they were for a toast. God sake, control yourself.” Marion scolded stomping her heeled foot in annoyance before giving her another, this time with a warning look to wait.

“Don’t be a downer…It’s a celebration Mar.” Aoife yelled, sticking her tongue out at the brunette who simply rolled her eyes. “I slept with him, have him in the palm of me hand. Got him to send me their work schedule.”

“Why?” I asked, taking the shot Marion was offering me, nodding my head in thanks.

“To prove to you he is a worthless piece of shit who can’t even make the effort to come see his girlfriend on the day she starts her dream.” Aoife voice was raised as she spoke, catching the attention of Billy and Marion.

“We talking about Andrew?” Marion commented with a raised eyebrow of her own. “You can do so much better girly, you need a man who actually wants to spend time with you and puts in the time.”

“I get it none of you like Andrew” I sighed, bringing the shot glass to my lips and taking the tiniest sip of the Lemon Drop shot.  

“I don’t mind him, honey.” Billy raised his hand with the shot into the air. “He is nice to look at, but you can do so much better.” He pouted his lips before taking the shot.

“Why are you only telling me this now? I could have saved a whole year of my life not being with him if you think he treats me so badly.” I huffed, taking a large sip of the shot, grimacing at its taste.

“He was your first college boo we wanted you to see it through but you are heading to law school now girl. Raise your standards like they raise the bar…” Aoife cackled looking around the group with a wide smile. “Did you get my lawyer joke?”

“Hilarious” I glared with a cheeky smile. Looking down at my drink noticing I needed a refill. Asking the other’s for their drink requests I made my way to the bar and stood at the side waiting patiently to be served.

“I’m Cillian.” The handsome man from the bathroom appeared next to me. His hand outstretched ready for me to shake.

Up close he was incredibly handsome. Light brown freckles dusted across his face, he had the plumpest lips I had ever seen and those eyes, oh my god those eyes, up this close. I could feel myself getting lost.

“Brianna, my friends call me Brie though.” I smiled, taking his hand in mine.

I expected him to shake it but instead, he raised it to his lips placing a tender kiss along each of my knuckles. His eyes never leaving mine as he did, a blush slowly creeping it’s way onto my cheeks.

“Brianna, beautiful name.” He nodded taking my hand from his lips but not quite letting it go, instead opting to hold it close to his chest. “I don’t want to be friends with you but can I call you Brie?” He smirked, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“You may call me Brie but friends is all you are going to get. I’m seeing someone.”

“Ahh, no” He acted, throwing his free hand over his chest, face contorting into fake pain at my words. “I’m not surprised though, beautiful girl like you.” He returned, with a smile.

“You should be an actor, your skills are on point.” I laughed shaking my head, turning to see where the barman was but he had yet to make his way over to me, serving the other end of the bar first.  

“You think?” He asked, taking a sip of his Guinness that I hadn’t noticed was sitting on the bar edge on till now. “I’ll just quit my band now and go into acting then because you said so.”

“Oh my god no, don’t take my word for it.” I blushed looking down at the grimy worktop. I heard Cillian chuckle next to me, his hand coming into my vision sliding along the countertop, fingers tapping against the sticky wood. “So your in a band?”

“Indeed you should come watch us play sometime.” He nodded, taking his eyes from me and looking down at the bar. “We are called The Sons of Mr. Green Genes.”

“Such a strange name.” I mused bringing his attention back towards mine, his blue eyes felt like they were staring through to my soul. For some reason, I felt naked under his gaze. “For a band I mean.”

“What? You don’t like it?” He asked feigning hurt again.

“I didn’t say that now did I?” I challenged back with an eyebrow of my own raised.

“Touché.” Cillian laughed, dropping his chin towards his chest before turning towards me, forearm resting on the edge of the worktop. “Where is this lucky man of yours then?”

“He… I honestly do not know.” I shake my head, something inside of me deciding not to defend Andrew. “Hi, can I get two rums and cokes, one pint of Harp and a vodka coke. Do you want anything?” I ordered turning to Cillian when the barman eventually made his way towards me.

“Um no I’m good thanks” Cillian shook his head. “I don’t know why I was expecting at least one of those drink orders to be a fruity cocktail, you surprised me.”

“How do you know one of those drinks are mine? I could just be waiting for you to leave before ordering the cocktail.”

“That is true.” Cillian nodded, leaning towards me that little bit closer so his forearm brushed up against my own. “Except there is only four of you at your table and you ordered four drinks. Simple maths.”  

“Your rather observant.”

“It’s’ a skill I have obtained for the longest time. Helps keep me out of trouble.”

“Do you get in trouble a lot?”

“Ah, you’ll have to give me your number to find that out” He winked, a cocky grin returning to his face.

Drawing my bottom lip between my teeth, I watched his eyes drop down to my lips and back towards my eyes, his action deepening the blush in my cheeks. No man has ever made me blush or feel as giddy as this man right here in front of me.

“I told you…”

“You have a guy, I know. I wouldn’t put you in a uncomfortable position but I do like you. We can be friends. Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?” He asked, the cheeky glint never leaving his eyes.

“I thought you weren’t interested in becoming friends.”

“Arghh you remembered.” He exaggerated throwing his head back. I could help but laugh as I watched his soft, deep brown hair floating back. “Alright fine, no number. This time, but come to the Taphouse, Saturday night for 8pm. My band is playing, you’ll enjoy it.”

“How do you know what I enjoy Cillian?”

“It’s like a sixth sense” He mused with a squint in his eyes. Hands moving up to draw circles around his temples. “I’ll see you Saturday?” He questioned finishing his Guinness and slamming the now empty glass on the counter.

“See you Saturday Cillian.” I nodded, a huge grin making its way onto my face as he pumped his arms in the air before weaving his way through the crowd to head towards the exit.

A group of his friends stood waiting for him, some older, some younger but all smirking and nudging their friend with their arms as soon as he reached them. Before he left, Cillian took one last look in my direction, sending another wink my way. Then he was gone.

“Miss” A voice broke me from my trance like state, glancing over my shoulder I noticed the barman had placed all my drinks on a tray in front of me, his hands outstretched for a payment.

Handing over a £10 note, I grabbed the tray, ignoring my change as I made my way back to my table, my friends wondering what had taken so long but I just smiled, shaking my head at them as my mind wondered to Cillian.

How was it possible to feel so wanted after a ten minute conversation with a complete stranger when I had been with Andrew for two years and felt nothing as  close as this.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian #cillianmurphy #cillian fluff #original character #cillian x reader #cillian x fem!reader

[wldflwrgrace]

I Wanna Be Yours [b.b x f! seresin reader] 18+

{hey! this is my first time writing in about 2 years so my dearest apologies if it's rough. Anyways, sorry for the grammar! Happy reading!}

synopsis:  Rooster comforts you after an argument with your older brother Jake Seresin.

Warnings: smut, soft chocking, slight mentions of alcohol (no abuse), oral f! receiving, praising, degrading? maybe? mentions of food, edging, vulgar language.

The day of training you just had was long and exhausting. Maverick had you and your fellow pilots go through training exercises that were vital to pulling off this mission. It was nonstop work. Even though you weren't in the air for even half the day, you were still just as exhausted as if you were. You were planning on just going home and spending your night watching shitty reality tv had phoenix not come up to you and asked if you wanted to go to the hard deck. After a lot of convincing, you said yes.

You parked your motorcycle outside the bar and quickly noticed the familiar notes being played on the piano. As you walked in, you saw all your friends surrounding the piano while singing along to ‘Great Balls of Fire’. Classic Rooster. Sometimes it bugged you how much you cared for him. You could easily tell he felt the same way about you. When you guys were together everything felt easier, the weight on your shoulders felt lighter. However, you knew that you guys would never be able to work due to your tiresome brother, Jake Seresin. Despite this, during your days at top gun you and rooster had your fair share of stolen kisses and hidden emotions only shared during private moments. 

You're snapped out of your thoughts by Penny calling out to you. “Hey lovely, what can I get for you today?” she asks while leaning on the bar with her usual smile. You smile back and make your way over to the bar while pulling out a stool. ‘I’ll just have a regular beer, thanks so much Pen.” As Penny is getting your beer she asks, “How was your day hun? You look exhausted. Doin’ alright? You were always very thankful for everything Penny did for you. She was the one you confided in about all the arguments you and Bradley had had. Simple to say she was a motherly figure to you. Someone you cared deeply about. “Honestly Pen, could be alot better. Just got alot on the mind is all” you sigh while running a hand through your hair. “How's being back? Does it feel weird? she questions while giving you your beer. “It feels good, seeing my family again.” you say as you smile a bit in reminessance of all the memories you've been able to make with all the other pilots. The song had finally ended and you locked eyes with Bradley. 

Everytime you locked eyes it was as if the giddy feeling in your stomach only multiplied. He was in his usual Hawaiian button up over a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He was still wearing his aviators even though it was dark outside, which you teased him for all the time. 

Regardless of how much Jake hated it (and he did. A lot), you and Bradley were extremely close. During top gun you guys would always be seen together. He is your wingman, afterall. It's a bond you can't really describe in any form of words. 

As he locks eyes with you, he smiles that signature smile while he walks towards you at the bar. You don't miss how his hand brushes your lower back as you stand up to hug him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he buries his face in yours while snaking his arms around your lower back tightening the embrace. “God,” he breathes, “it feels so good to hug you again”. “I missed you so much Bradley. I really did” you say as you smile into him. As you break the hug, you notice Jake watching very closely. You decide to ignore him for the time being and just enjoy the moment. 

“What are you drinking?” Bradley questions as he guides you back to your seat with a hand on your lower back. “Ahh just a beer, nothing special dont worry.” you laugh as he mocks a hurt expression with his hand on his heart. “Oh please, as if you didn't just have a jukebox session without me”, you say as you both laugh. Soon after the laughter had died down, you see Jake approach. “Hey Viper, can I speak to you outside for a second,” he glances at rooster “in private.” You look at Bradley with a sad look and promise you'll be back as you follow Jake outside of the bar.

 “I see how you two are together” Jake says as he looks at you, staring. “And what about it could possibly have your panties in a bunch now bagman” you say as you roll your eyes trying your best to look away from him. “It's not going to happen. I won't allow it.” he added. “I think i missed the part where you became the person who gets to decide who i am friends with” you argue. Jake rolls his eyes and sighs as he says, “if i find out anything happened between you two, I will intervene.” he glares at you “and that's a promise, y/n”. “You're acting like such a goddamn child, Jake” you scoff as you walk away and back into the bar leaving Jake outside. 

When you make it back inside you notice rooster is still at the bar, so you decide to join him. “Hey how did it go? '' he says as he notices the defeated look on your face along with your inability to keep eye contact, “hey woah, look at me. Are you okay? What happened?”. “Its just been a long day already and I don't know how much more of him being a controlling asshole i can take”. Bradley frowns as you lay your head on his shoulder sighing deeply as he runs his hand along your back. “If you want we can go back to my place and talk about it while eating ice cream?”. This makes you smile as you say, “yeah, I think i would like that alot”.  

After rooster put your motorcycle in the bed of his truck, you got in the passenger side and he started driving back to his place. Once you arrived, he opened your door for you as you got out of the truck. You both made your way into his apartment that was surprisingly more clean since the last time you saw it. As you set your things down, you hear Bradley ask from the kitchen, “Do you want strawberry cheesecake or mint chocolate chip?” he says while looking at you from behind the door to the refrigerator “I have both”. “Definitely strawberry cheesecake no doubt” you say as you laugh at his goofy smile. 

Bradley brought over the tub of ice cream with two spoons and turned on a random netflix movie. He put and arm over your shoulder and that prompted you to snuggle into his side while you held your knees into your chest. 

After the movie finished it was about 10:30 pm but that was fine because neither of you had training the next day. Bradley shifts to set the tub of ice cream (that was halfway gone) onto the coffee table prompting you to sit upright. As he lays back he asks, “Do you want to talk about it?” while rubbing his hand on your knee. “Yeah, it's just-” you go to make eye contact and notice he's already intently listening “it's just jake. He's trying to control what I want to do with my life again and I'm just sick of it. It's exhausting”. Rooster frowns while grabbing your hand as you maintain eye contact and says, “it tears me apart a little more every time I see you like this. Especially because of him.” As you are looking at him, your eyes flicker down to his lips for a second before you notice him slowly start to lean into you. 

Your lips meet for a few seconds before Bradley pulls away and all you can hear is the heavy breathing between the both of you. He brings one of his hands to cup your jaw and the other to hold your waist while he moves you on top. “I wanna be yours” he says breathily “Make me yours, please”. That's the only confirmation you need before you start kissing him at a hungry, sensual pace, wanting to be as close to him as you can. He traces his hands under your shirt and along your waist while shifting to kiss his way down your neck. “Take this off, now.” he ordered breathily while grabbing your shirt “it's in my way”. You shift away from him just enough to take off your white t-shirt, revealing your lace black bra that covers almost nothing. “This sight never gets old to me” he says while moving his hands to cup your breasts “so beautiful. Always”. You capture his lips in another sloppy kiss as he unhooks your bra and tosses it onto the coffee table. Your hands move to grip the curls in his hair while he shifts so that he is eye level with your breasts. “You gonna sit there and stare or are you gonna-” your cut off when he takes one of your breasts into his mouth and uses his thumb to move circles around your nipple. 

You let out a few breathy moans while you start grinding down on him in desperate need for friction. “Hey woah woah” he says as he moves one of his hands to your hips to steady you “you do as i say. Not yet.”. He uses his tongue to trace the bone of your sternum before flipping you over so that you are flat on the couch. Bradley removes his shirt and your shorts before placing his head between your legs. He hooks your legs over his shoulder and begins to rub circles around your clothed clit. As he does this, your back arches as you say, “more.” you add in between breathy moans, “i need more”. When he breathes you can feel it brush against your throbbing core, only increasing your need for him. Bradley stops abruptly eliciting a quiet whine from you. “What do you say?” he asks breathily. All you can muster up is heavy breathing and head nodding as he says, “C’mon baby. I need your words, love”. Those words alone could have made you come. Your voice came out as a breathy whine as you said, “please, i need you”. That was all he needed before he was removing your matching lace underwear.

The moment you felt his tongue on your clit you could have seen stars. He teased your entrance with two fingers while using his tongue to play with your bud. Bradley looked up at you as if he was asking for approval. You nodded your head, letting him know that it's what you wanted. Not a moment later and he had two fingers inside of you, curling to find your g-spot. The sounds you were making were almost guttural as he found your g-spot almost every time her curled, not to mention the constant pressure on your clit already had you edge. Just as you felt that familiar bubble forming in your lower stomach, he stopped what he was doing. “No. Not until I say” his voice sounded sharp, almost replicating a demand. Rooster flipped you over so that you were on your stomach with your ass up. He took off his jeans and grabbed a condom while stroking his cock a few times before rolling it on. He lined himself up with your entrance before slowly inserting himself while holding your hips. Your mouth had fallen agape as a throaty moan sounded, eliciting a small laugh from Rooster. “God, I missed that sound” his voice sounded throaty and deep as he started to find his pace bottoming out in you. His hand found your throat as he used it to pull you up. You were now upright with him behind you, relentlessly pounding into your core every time. Your eyes started to form tears from the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling at the moment, the familiar bubble in your stomach returning. Rooster tightened his grip on your throat, and he whispered, “I can feel that your close. Be a good girl and let go”. So, you did just that. You saw stars as he rode out your orgasm with you. You weren't sure how many more thrusts it was before you felt him spill into the condom, groaning in your ear as he did so. You two ended up staying in that position for about thirty more seconds, the only sounds being heard were your heavy breaths. After he tied the condom and threw it away, he started a shower for the both of you. You ended up staying at his apartment for the night mainly because it was too late, and you were in no condition to drive. 

You woke up the next morning with 5 missed calls and 27 texts from Jake.

“Shit”.

End Part One.

#bradley bradshaw smut #bradley rooster bradshaw #fluff #miles teller #choking #tag: degrading #praise #edginess #couchpillows

[sparkeldog101]

Ua kaha au ka'u keiki kāne! 'O Dapper kona inoa, ua lawe 'o ia i kele ānuenue lol hā'awi au iā ia i ka pō'aha mālamalama e like me kona makua kāne

(Sorry if grammar is bad still learning Hawaiian ^^;)

#sol's art #image id in alt text #speak your language day #qsmp #q!dapper #would've used Cherokee but know far less Cherokee than Hawaiian :< #next syld tho? Sol ready >:D

[play-now-my-lord]

favorite piece of disability history is Hand Talk. as i understand it, the history of sign language in settler society is one in which "home sign" - the private sign language of families with Deaf members - gave way to local signed argot as a constantly-developing spectrum of contact languages between different home signs, which gave way to the two major sign language families, French Sign Language and British Sign Language, in the late 18th century, when formal education for the deaf brought together people from so many areas that the formation of a contact pidgin was daunting.

(as a sidebar, this has the interesting side effect that despite both being glossed into and taking core elements of grammar and vocabulary from English, ASL and BSL are genetically unrelated, with radically different signing spaces, grammar, and approaches to novel words and phrases. both look not just like gibberish to native speakers of the other, but only barely recognizable as sign language at all.)

there's a wrinkle in that story, though. one of the first adopters of French Sign Language outside of France was a school for the deaf in America located in Massachusetts, which relied on the existing substrate of contact pidgins between home signs in New England.

which included a tremendous substrate of indigenous sign language. native North America has one of those problems that can turn into opportunities in human history; it is blessed and cursed with hundreds, possibly once thousands, of languages. there are on the order of a dozen major language families indigenous to the borders of the united states. not languages, families. the eastern seaboard of the united states, an area approximately the size of western europe, contains five big enough to show up on a map, with some modern US states there containing as many as three. for context, you can go from Portuguese to Hindi without leaving indo-european, from Malay to Hawaiian without leaving austronesian. the only large areas with a similar density of language families i know of are Papua New Guinea and India (and, of course, South America). in some limited areas this lead to spoken linguas franca. think Chinuk Wawa, the contact pidgin of the Pacific Northwest. these languages would be simple, easy to learn by outsiders to the language family, and with a dramatically reduced vocabulary, grammar, and sound inventory compared to their nearest relatives.

but this was not tremendously common east of the Rockies, because a signed lingua franca already existed. known as Hand Talk, it was understood by a wide cross-section of society - depending on the area, familiarity ranged from "specialists sign and understand Hand Talk for purposes of communication on long journeys" and "nearly everyone knows basic vocabulary in Hand Talk". it can be divided into a number of dialect areas, but all of them are at least slightly mutually intelligible and rely on similar signing spaces and approaches to signing words.

many more words are shared by Hand Talk and ASL than can be explained by coincidence, and to someone familiar with ASL elements of Hand Talk are surprisingly familiar, likely because ASL developed alongside an already quite mature and functional sign language and freely borrowed what its creators could comprehend. and during the 19th century "kill the Indian, save the man" era, schools to which ndn children were sent by the state would punish both Deaf and hearing students for using Hand Talk in the same ways they would punish them for using their own spoken or written languages. i am loath to use "cultural appropriation" in the usual sense generally, but it's hard to say anything else when settlers strip-mine a language for parts then try to exterminate it.

despite these efforts to extinguish it, Hand Talk still exists, having been signed continuously by Deaf and hearing speakers since time immemorial, and can be learned today. it is undergoing something of a revival at the moment. look it up! it's cool stuff. it strikes me as especially neat that, where European society tended to treat the Deaf as second-class citizens at the best of times and even now literacy in sign language is not commonplace, at one point indigenous societies across North America relied on sign language to communicate across vast distances and esteemed Deaf signers as the most fluent communicators by hand

[arcadeyes]

My favourite language learning app for building vocabulary.

Drops has helped me to build my irish vocabulary because of the extensive catagories to choose from i can learn what I want to learn. I also find it helpful because in the free version you can only do five minutes a day. I find that for me it keeps me motivated and makes me pay more attention to the words as occasionally you will have to spell them. I personally find the app helpful for adding vocabulary to my knowledge but it does lack grammar and actual sentences.

Theres many different languages on drops and these are:

ainu, arabic, ASL, bosnian, catalan, chinese (cantonese), chinese (mandarin), croatian, danish, dutch, british and american english,

Esperanto, estonian, finnish, french, galician, german, greek, hawaiian, hindi,

hungarian, icelandic, igbo, indonesian, irish, italian, japanese, korean, norweigan,

persian, polish, brazilian portugues, european portugues, romanian, russian,

samoan, sanskrit, serbian, european spanish, mexican spanish, swahili,

swedish, tagalog, te reo maōri, thai, turkish, ukrainian, vietnamese, yoruba

#irish #gaeilge #languages #te reo maori #hungarian #japanese #korean #chinese #mandarin #cantonese #greek #german #deutsch #finnish #swedish #icelandic #norwegian #danish #dutch #catalan #galician #bosnian #russian #ukrainian #serbian #indonesian #vietnamese #portuguese #italian #hindi

[incognitofox]

Just some mostly lighthearted Ride the Cyclone headcanons:

Noel really likes the musical Chicago. He likes to imagine Monique Gibeau as one of the Merry Murderesses.

When they were younger, Constance loved to braid Ocean's hair.

Ocean is the only one in the group who likes Hawaiian pizza, everyone likes to make fun of her for it and she always argues back that it's very closed minded to hate something without trying it first.

Noel is lactose intolerant.

Mischa absolutely loves cookies n' cream flavoured ice cream.

Ocean is very much neurodivergent and yet she doesn't realize that she is.

Noel and Mischa really like English class, Mischa uses it to improve his raps, and Noel enjoys learning skills to improve his poetry.

Ocean is really stressed all the time about everything ever, like she does too many extracurriculars and she tries way too hard to do the best in her classes, so she's very overwhelmed but she does everything all at once anyway.

Ocean has sworn never get a car because they can be bad for the environment.

Constance has depression.

Noel takes drama classes.

Someone recognized Mischa as Bad Egg in public and introduced themselves as a fan and it was like his happiest moment ever.

Noel will pretend that breadsticks are cigars.

Ocean is banned from caffeine. Constance has secretly been giving her decaf for years. Ocean had caffeinated coffee a few times before and each time was insufferable, she's already hyper enough, and coffee somehow makes it so much worse.

Mischa once forced the group to watch horror movies with him, Penny was way too into it, like a concerning amount, and Ocean almost cried, she does not do horror very well.

In a world where everyone lives, Constance ends up staying in Uranium to permanently work at the Blackwood Café.

Ricky named some of his cats after Pokémon.

Ricky loves Cats the musical and he was very disappointed by the movie.

Noel gets super dramatic on his birthday.

Mischa constantly gets scolded for using his phone in class to text Talia.

Constance brings cupcakes to the others on their birthdays, she knows all of their favourite flavours as well as their dietary restrictions so that she can make them the perfect treats.

Ocean has Irish heritage and she always wears the most dapper little green hat on St. Patrick's Day.

Ricky definitely had a FNAF phase.

Noel likes to paint people's nails and sometimes he does it for the other choir members.

Ocean types all her texts with full punctuation and perfect grammar.

#I can and will add onto this if more come up #ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone musical #rtc headcanons #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #penny lamb #ricky potts #mischa bachinski #noel gruber

[mirageindex]

Conlang Year Catching Up

I just found out a few days ago that @quothalinguist is doing a set of daily prompts to build a conlang over the course of this year. I'm so excited! I've been toying with drafts of a conlang for ages and this structure seems like just what I need to get it finished. I want to catch up as quickly as I can and follow along. So here goes

DAY 1: Set Intentions for your language I’m making the conlang I’ve always wanted but could never find. I wanted a language made like a toy or a game, simple enough to pick up and play with but large and surprising. Something not quite like any language I might learn in school. And I wanted to be able to make weird art with it. I want to write stories and songs and jokes to share with my friends. I’ve tried this with Quenya, Klingon, Esperanto, LFN, and toki pona. But none of them have all the attributes I’m looking for. So I’ve gotta make it myself.

The language I want is:

Simple to pick up and play with, though not necessarily the simplest possible. Any eccentricities should be interesting enough to justify the extra trouble of learning them. To accomplish this the language will be isolating and analytic, much like Mandarin or various creoles or a lingua franca. The phonology will also be minimal, with a small number of sounds and syllable shapes. The romanization should be as intuitive as possible for a reader only familiar with English. I want to be able to tell somebody “say it in an Italian accent and you’re most of the way there.”

Naturalistic, or as naturalistic as can be without getting too complex to start playing with. I’m thinking of it as an “impressionistic” conlang. It aims to capture something of nature with heightened contrast and color in a few bold strokes. To accomplish this I’ll include etymologies and historical sound changes that a learner can ignore if they’re not interested. I’ll put most of the detail into the vocabulary and leave the grammar minimal.

A priori and not directly resembling any familiar language. Even though my fictional speakers are human, I want this language to be distinctly its own and not invite obvious comparisons to other languages, either natural or imagined. One problem with using a small number of sounds and mostly open syllables is that it immediately reminds people of Hawaiian and Japanese. To get around this my standard romanization will use the letters “c” and “v” rather than “k” and “w”. Spelling with “c” also gives me an opportunity to add an extra wrinkle to the constructed script while keeping things intuitive for a learner with no linguistic background.

Most of all, this language should be fun. I want to keep a light tone throughout. I want every passage to be charming to read. I want to write lessons that are a joy to browse through and play with.

#conlang #conlang year #conlangyear

[the-cannibal]

Hi hi! I'd like to request a matchup, please :D

(Don't mind any grammar mistakes, my goofy brazillian ahh is self-taught 💀)

I go by the name Leo and I'm an ENFP! I have really short, curly brown hair and brown eyes, my skin is also in a light-brown shade! I'm also 5'10 and my body type is skinny and slightly athletic, I think? I'm a gay transboy too so yippee

I love talking to people and making friends! The more, the merrier, especially introverted or quieter people, they are literally so fun to be around what 😭

I draw (traditionally, digitally if I'm feeling silly) a lot, and I also write, program and read! I'm pretty interested in horror, cutesy-stuff, psychology, greek mythology and fashion too! Even tho my style is mosty "hawaiian shirts and a concerning ammount of jewlery" 💀

I think my biggest flaw is that I tend to be a little overwhelming and loud when I get excited-

That's it i think, have a nice day!!! ^^

Hello there! This was fun to do! Hawaiian shirts are amazing and I will die on that hill if anyone disagrees!

I wrote this on my phone so I apologize if it gets laid out strangely

I pair you with…

Billy Loomis!

Okay so I strongly believe you were the one to meet this dude. You saw quiet and mysterious and you were like FRIEND. NOW.

And then of course y’all became something more :)

You love horror? Oh boy, prepared to have this boy sit you down and watch all his favorite horror movies (even if you’ve most likely seen them already)

Billy loves to hear what you know about psychology. Especially if it’s about horror characters. Yes Leo please tell him about how dangerous it is for Hannibal to be a doctor due to his mental health! He will listen like an excited puppy (even if he looks completely neutral on the outside)

He totally would see something cute in a store and buy it for you. That stuffed animal? Leo just NEEDS it! A cute outfit? Guess what dude? It’s yours now! Please don’t try and dress him up though and put make up on him or anything like that- he will strangle you (not actually but he will not be amused. Dude likes his basic white shirt and jeans)

He would fiddle with your jewelry all the time. Got rings? He’s spinning them around your fingers. Necklaces? He’s fiddling with the chain.

Forget any jewelry and his house and he is playing with it until you find it again

A little overwhelming and loud? This man is best friends with Stu Macher. Loud and overwhelming is something he is a master with dealing with. Trust me you won’t annoy him.

Speaking of Stu, he’d probably introduce you to him. You are now also Stu’s best friend, and Stu is like you guys number one fan with you being a couple. Very supportive boy!

You two are the same height! You can look each other directly in the eyeballs if you want.

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[fractallogic]

so i realized that when I'm going through a medium-strength depressive episode, I want to learn languages and do vocabulary and stuff like that... so i turn to duolingo, usually

unFORTUNATELY, duolingo also makes me mad because everyone's like "oh duolingo is awesome, it's the best, you *really learn a language* with duolingo" and I'm constantly finding errors in the languages I know and inconsistencies with the languages I don't and it's only a small part of any given language pedagogy and it's just so FRUSTRATING, and possibly more so because they didn't fucking hire me to highlight and fix any of these problems any of the four times that I applied and did the initial interest interview

and now they're really going hard on "we teach ENDANGERED languages" when the navajo course is seven units long and the fucking high valyrian course is 29 units long. you don't learn shit in seven units. like idk if the hawaiian course is any better!! and there are, in all likelihood, issues with getting additional approval from tribes, etc. to share their language, and issues getting native or very good speakers to record stimuli, and honestly I started the navajo course because I wanted to see how they dealt with navajo morphosyntax (so far: not well) and that's probably also a stopping point... but you can't tell me you're going to Teach Me Navajo in any meaningful way, which imo is even more disrespectful than just like... not having it.

and THEN you even compare western european courses like french/spanish/german to, idk, finnish, and the former courses all have these extensive "guidebooks" for grammar, they include notes and conjugation tables, etc etc etc, and finnish has ... a list of some of the sentences and phrases that you learn. is it LIKELY that someone's learning finnish from english as their very first non-english language? no, probably not (and i KNOW duolingo's research scientists have the data that can back that up). would it still be USEFUL to have those same tables and notes and so on? ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY. is it useful to have cultural elements like a finnish instrument called a kantele and being able to say "matti is a finn with sisu"? YES. but do they fucking bother to explain what either of those things are? NO.

and like, the thing about duolingo is that they make these extensive claims and it's used in classrooms now (?!) and they're seen as this super high-prestige program among language nerds, and it's just WRONG, and it really pushes my buttons. memrise doesn't make the very strong claim that you use it to learn a language; it really bills itself as more of a vocabulary practice tool (which both of these are), and i'm happy with that. there are memrise-made courses and user-made courses, and they're like "here are certain guarantees we can make about the general quality of the memrise courses, which we cannot make about the user-made courses", which I am also very much fine with. memrise hides some of its stuff behind a paywall, which, fine (caveat: I paid for a lifetime memrise membership—which is a big reason why I'm so !!! MY ACCOUNT WAS STOLEN !!! about the whole thing), but there's so much free content that imo the paywall is really just a nice bonus and not actually the necessary things to have. more and more it feels like duolingo's paywall is blocking some of the necessary stuff (like a personalized practice session, which I feel like is simple enough to program in and not necessarily worth a whole-ass paywall) and is also really expensive, AND without any options for a lifetime membership/single-pay model, afact.

maybe I would feel differently if i worked for duolingo. i would definitely feel differently if i was just a language-learning enthusiast instead of a linguist who literally specializes in how people learn words and word pieces in languages that are different from their primary language. duolingo is just TOO BIG FOR ITS BRITCHES and self-important and it needs to be knocked down several pegs.