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celestialanon · 1 year

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Your Pact Marks

This was so lovely to write! I like to imagine that both Mc and the brothers can choose where their pact mark is, so I wanted to make some sweet content of them doing so! Light suggestive themes! (Mainly for Asmo haha) Do enjoy this one, dear readers!

Lucifer

This man was a show off, and you knew that. Having him make a pact with you in the first place felt like a job well done, and you too wanted to show everyone that. You thought of many places it could stand out. Your first choice was having it somewhere on your arms, but you ultimately thought it fitting right in the middle of your collar bone.

It lay on your skin like a fine piece of jewelry, and you almost always wore clothes that dipped low enough at the neck for it to show. His pact mark surprisingly wasn’t the biggest, but you still wore it proudly. And when he first noticed the mark on your skin, those anticipated bedroom eyes is what you had received.

Oh it blew up his ego alright, giving into his sin as he pulled you closer by the waist. His lips traced down to your mark, thumbs caressing into your sides as he gave you praise for your decision. Looks like you made the right move after all. He really couldn’t keep his hands off you when he found out, even a low growl escaping him while your face had gone red.

You’d find him smirking your way whenever you were in front of his brothers or a large group of demons. Most of them were shocked that you had managed to make a pact with him at all, and a few were even jealous. Then, you couldn’t help feeling prideful yourself. It was like you had won the lottery.

Lucifer was a bit more modest with his placement. He was actually the one who chose the inside of his forearm. He was able to cover it up when need be, but in those rare moments where he was shirtless or in shorter sleeves, it was for everyone to see. If he were asked about it, his eyes would meet yours, a burning desire hidden behind them as he explained.

Mammon

Mammon was your first man. He was that guy, and he was oh so special to you. Words couldn't describe the love you felt for the demon. So when it came down to deciding where your pact mark should be, you knew exactly where it would go. Right in the spot on your chest where your heart would be.

You were so excited to show him, leading him into your room with a large grin. You didn't waste time on explanation, beginning to strip yourself from your shirt. He was a stuttering and blushing mess, asking you what the hell you were doing all of a sudden. But then his eyes landed on the pact mark over your chest, and his words died in his throat.

This man could be brought to tears by you, seriously, you had no mercy. He pulled you into a deep hug, burying his face into your neck to hide himself. You brought a hand up to stroke at the hairs near his neck, feeling his body shiver against yours.

That day you comforted an emotional Mammon, the usually bright and rather annoying demon that was now putty in your hands. After letting a few tears out he went on his usual rant of how you of course would have his pact mark there, him being the Great Mammon and all. You fed into his self praise, watching his face light up with joy.

He ended up pulling you away from the brothers one evening into his own room, and you just stared at him confused as he reluctantly moved to unbutton his shirt. You thought he was making a move on you, until he puffed out his chest, presenting you his pact mark that sat in the same exact place. Needless to say, he was now the one comforting you.

Leviathan

Levi was a very hidden demon. He wasn't one to be in the lime light, and he was rather shy at times. That's why you came to the decision that you would be the one to show off for him. And that's how you ended up with having his pact mark over the top of your hand.

It wasn't too big, rather it fit just right. There were two main reasons you chose this spot. One, because you thought it looked sick. You thought you were so cool for having chosen this place. (And you were, go Mc!!) And second, because you knew it would gain much attention. You were able to freely show off the pact you had made with Levi, going into a rant about your beloved demon anytime someone asked.

Of course, he immediately noticed as well. Upon his first time seeing it, he went red in the face, asking you why you chose such a spot. Without missing a beat, you expressed that it was because you loved him so much you had to let everyone know, you had to show off your amazing pact mark with your favorite demon.

His heart would be in his throat in seconds, taking your hand wordlessly and tracing over the mark with a gentle look in his eyes. He even brought your hand up to his lips, giving a ghost of a kiss to your knuckles. Now every so often his hand would wander over to yours, mindlessly tracing over the mark with a smile on his face. He'd end up massaging your hand when you two cuddled as well.

He wasn't as bold as you, but his own pact mark wasn't too far from yours. He had his on the inside of his wrist. Enough for him to cover up with his sleeves, but to also show it off when he so chose to by wearing shorter sleeves. Then it'd be you tracing over his mark, leaning into him with a sickeningly sweet smile on your face.

Satan

You initially had a hard time figuring out where you wanted his mark to be. It was quite large, and long in length. There was only so much places it would fit nicely on your body. You had come to a solution that you thought was quite clever.

The pact mark began on the outside of your calve, the rest of it flowing on both the upper and lower part of your leg. It decorated your skin nicely, like an extra accessory. Sadly, it wouldn’t be noticeable when you wore pants and such (which was often.) But those days you lounged about in shorts, those days when you took a trip to the beach, your mark was definitely the center of attention.

Satan was inlove with the placement you had chose. He thought it looked elegant, you had managed to make his mark look like a piece of art on your body. You would turn only to find a small blush coloring his cheeks, him telling you how much more beautiful you looked in his eyes. His suave comments always left you a bit shy.

He loved cuddling close to you in bed, moving your leg up over his lap to get a good look at the mark. His fingers stroked over it as he read you his current book, and you’d fall into sleep at the soothing touch of his fingers and soft voice. He most definitely took a few pictures of it, staring at the photo like a lovestruck idiot. He’d get embarrassed if you caught him though.

He decided to use the same placement on his own body, but on the opposite leg. He couldn’t think of a more clever spot anyways, and he enjoyed the idea of matching with you. This way, there would be no confusion when others noticed the matching marks on your body. It made him quite cocky, being able to show people that you belonged to each other.

Asmodeus

You knew exactly where Asmo would have wanted his pact mark on your body without him even asking. And admittedly, you were a bit embarrassed at the idea at first. The mark would be stuck on your body forever. But after thinking over how much you cared for this cheeky demon, you gave in.

So, now you have his pact mark set right under your stomach, right above your groin area. It was actually quite pretty, much like Asmo himself. Most people wouldn’t be able to see it though, since you didn’t favor wearing the most revealing clothes around demons freely. But that was ok, because the person who was meant to see it most would definitely be getting an eyeful.

When you shyly lifted up your shirt one night, anticipation growing in your stomach at another slight turn of events, he paused with his mouth agape. A bright blush spread over his face as he looked down at you, his smile twitching, threatening to spread even wider if it could. He was beyond happy at the placement, telling you how perfect you were and how perfect his mark looked on you.

He’d trail down your body with kisses, stopping at your waist band to admire the mark. His nails lightly traced over it, causing you to squirm under his touch, but he held you in place. He made sure to give that area extra attention, kisses and nips being left on your body. You’d end up complaining, saying that he was teasing you.

It was another night where things have managed to go off track, and he stopped your advances on him for just a second to begin stripping himself from the tight confines of his shirt. Your face went red with the implications of the mark being in the exact same place as yours, covering your face in disbelief. He pulled you close, whispering how you now knew that his body belonged only to you.

Beelzebub

You seriously contemplated having his mark over your belly, because it just seemed like the most Beel like spot to place it. But the look of the mark wouldn’t have been too flattering, and you still wanted it to look nice. So you thought out areas that were close to that spot, smiling to yourself when you’ve made your decision.

The mark was now neatly placed on the side of your ribs. Like Lucifer’s, it was surprisingly on the smaller side, but you still thought it added a nice touch to your body. You would admire it in the mirror, your face feeling warm at the idea of Beel seeing it. You would have to show it to him in private, since your clothes would cover it up most of the time.

When you first showed him the mark, he immediately stopped chewing on the granola bar he had in his hand. He went to touch over your skin, your body shivering at the tip of his fingers. A bright smile graced his lips, and he pulled you up on your toes to give you the sweetest kiss he could. What a pleasant surprise this was for him, his mark looked so good on you!

He’d always be happy when you were able to show it off, which would mainly be when you both went on a beach trip. If anyone asked you about it, you’d get red in the face but still proudly exclaimed that it was Beel’s pact mark. He’d be like a happy little puppy next to you, glad that you wanted to show him off proudly.

His own mark sat right on the upper back of his shoulder. He had more chances to show it off, especially when he went to workout with his shirt off. He knew a few demons would steal glances at him, and he couldn’t help the small smirk on his lips as he lifted up his weights, arms and shoulders flexing. It made the mark stand out, and he was proud to be wearing it.

Belphegor

You didn’t have a problem over wether your pact mark was easy to see or not. All that really mattered to you was that Belphie would see it, so finding a spot wasn’t too hard for you. As you turned to see yourself in the mirror, you admired the way the mark went down your spine.

It was rather long like Satan’s, so there weren’t many places you thought it would look right. But you were confident in your decision, liking the way it went down your body. You decided to purposely wear loose fitting clothes before making your way to Belphie’s room, excited for him to see the mark.

He had his arms wrapped around you from behind, your usual cuddling position. It was when he went to bury his face in your back when he noticed something looking as if it were sticking out of your shirt. His finger hooked onto the back of your shirt, pulling the clothe down enough to reveal the mark lining your back. And as soon as he saw it, he was all over you.

He smirked against your skin, placing kisses down your back as you chuckled at his touch. He pulled you closer against his chest when he was done, his chin going over your shoulder to whisper in your ear. He told you how good it looked on you, and how you must be totally obsessed with him. You just rolled your eyes, confirming how you were, in fact, totally obsessed with him. It was alright to let him be smug once in a while.

Belphie didn’t care too much about the placement of the mark on his body either. He actually had it placed near his ankle, trailing up his leg. You noticed it when he would wrap his legs around you, his pajamas riding up his leg to reveal the mark. You’d laugh and tell him he did that on purpose to get you to notice. (He did.) but you smothered him in attention anyways, your hand stroking over the mark as you cuddled close.

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pedges · 1 year

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the one where things are messy

pairing: joel miller x reader (no apocalypse and accidentally on purpose gender neutral)

summary: you leave joel a drunk voicemail.

content: drunk reader. like, drunk. miscommunications, angst, but mostly just a silly little time. reader is joel's neighbor of several years. gratuitous use of the word "fuck." let me know if i've missed anything!

a/n: this is 100% based off friends the tv show. the one where ross finds out. i have not written in a very long time, so i apologize in advance! this is just a nonsensical drabble that ended up being 5k words, so please enjoy <3

The thing is, Joel doesn’t like cats.

Joel doesn’t hate cats, but he has never expressed any sign of liking cats, at least not enough to warrant the sudden desire to adopt one. With his girlfriend. Who he plans on asking to move in with him. When he tells you, it’s like he just ordered an airstrike to your chest, and you’re thinking maybe you should have slashed his tires before he went to Dallas on business for two weeks and came back with a sweet little thing shacked up in his heart.

It’s just that when Tommy and you got drunk together a few days after he left, sitting on the couch in Joel’s living room while Tommy played world’s worst babysitter, he had dropped the first of what now seems to be a series of inconvenient bombshells.

“Don’t get rom-coms, they’re real fuckin’ dumb,” he had been saying, adamantly complaining about your choice of movie. When Harry Met Sally was too cute and too good to receive his vitriol, but the alcohol in your system tore down your usual defense mechanisms. All you could really do was roll your eyes. “Just fuckin’ talk to each other, maybe, maybe this shit wouldn’t take so long.”

“The hell do you know about communicating, Tommy?” you said, and though you were mostly teasing, you had to bite back a remark about his past relationships never making it past the six month mark. Still, you kept the levity in your voice, the drunken grin on your lips. “Swear, you and Joel think you know everything. Must be an annoying Miller thing.”

“Know more than you,” he said with a scoff, then a hiccup. Taking the last swig of his beer, he set the empty bottle down on the coffee table and looked at you. “Way fuckin’ more than Joel. M’like—the fuck is the word—ret-i-cant. Always watchin’. You wouldn’t get it.”

“Reticent, and I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.”

“Bull,” Tommy insisted. “Cause—‘cause I know if Harry and Sally just admitted shit from the getgo—they’da saved so much fuckin’ time.”

You wanted to argue. You want to tell him that was the point of the story, of the insistence for two people who very clearly wanted each other being brought back together each time they tried to stay away from one another. You wanted to tell Tommy that sometimes difficult things were beautiful, and romantic, and heartfelt, and great. But before you could, he was grumbling something as he sank into the couch, something that sounded like, “S’like I kept tellin’ Joel, tired of him tiptoein’ ‘round you.”

“What?” you said in lieu of everything else running through your quickly sobering mind.

“Ah, shit.”

It only took a couple threats of bodily harm for Tommy to tell you that Joel had feelings for you. Keyword: had. He stopped asking about it a while ago, stopped caring when it was obvious Joel “wasn’t goin’ to do a damn thing,” so don’t ask him if he knew more than what he did a few months ago. All of it was quickly followed by pleads to not say shit and that he was sorry he said anything at all.

You wondered what he would have said if you told him you'd wanted Joel Miller since the moment you laid eyes on him.

But, you didn’t. And a week and a half later, when Joel came back talking up a storm about an old flame he met up with in Dallas, how fate would have it that she was moving back to Austin—well, needless to say—Tommy’s inability to keep a secret meant nothing now.

Now, six months later, you’re left to wonder if it hurt Joel this bad when you went on dates, and had partners, and did everything you could to drown out the feelings you had for him. You’d think finding out he had feelings for you—but was now in a relationship with a woman who didn’t playfully (annoyingly) bicker with him, or snort, or make fun—would kill the ones you had for him. But the universe is cruel, and your heart has never really been one to quit.

Part of you feels bad for thinking it wouldn’t last. Well, not thinking—hoping. But it did, and you realize woefully that you’ve missed your chance with Joel Miller—the man you have spent too many years pining after, too many nights thinking that his brand of affection meant more than he was letting on, and buried too many sorrows in glasses of wine or bottles of beer over. But worst of all, you realize that Tommy was right.

So, he tells you he wants her to move in with him and Sarah one Saturday evening on his porch. Then he tells you she wants a cat. And you say you’re happy for him.

“You, uh, don’t think it’s too…soon?” he asks then, like he’s looking to you for a reason to back out. Every fiber of your being is aching to give him one, especially with the way he looks at you with those big browns of his, but the words scratch at your throat hard enough that they don’t make their way out. Instead, you shake your head slowly, forcing a shrug as you sip on the coffee Joel so tenderly prepared for you—the way you like it; he didn’t even have to ask.

“I think,” you start, though these words aren’t any less sharp than the ones you truly want to say, “if you’re happy, you should do what you want.”

“You ever picture me with a cat?” Joel snickers. He wears the gentlest smile, enough of one to form those crinkles by his eyes that you love so much.

“I think you’d look adorable with a cat,” you tell him, and it might be the first true thing you’ve said all night. You picture it, a purring cat curled on his chest, and someone he loves at his side. In your mind, you can’t help but put yourself in that spot. “But,” you continue, “can’t say I’ve ever thought of you actually getting one. You’re more of a…hm. German shepherd guy, maybe even a lizard.”

Joel laughs—that hearty, full, intoxicating laugh of his. It floods your veins and gives you goosebumps. If the world were to fall to ruins tomorrow, you’d survive on the memory of it alone, you think.

“Can’t say I disagree with you,” he says then, a leftover grin still curled on his lips, and you want to do anything in your power to keep it there. But then he gets lost in thought, and you watch it soften. It doesn’t disappear completely, but the fact that it’s gone so quickly makes you ache. He speaks again, voice soft as he says, “Guess I just want to make her happy. Lot of things stopped bein’ about me a long time ago, I think.”

Your heart cinches. Of course he’d say something like that. Of course he’d go and utter words that remind you why you fell in love with him in the first place. And god, that realization hits hard. You are quite, disgustingly in love with Joel. Though it stings, and you’re going to go home and lick your wounds for the hundredth time soon, you get what he means. You stayed silent when he got back from Dallas for the same reason—the smile on his face when he talked about someone he might truly, genuinely like.

That, and because the someone wasn’t you.

You pull up your britches.

You have no other choice, you decide, because you’re young, and you’re an adult, and you can get over someone without feeling like you’re going to die. You use your little black book (read: an old Lisa Frank notepad) to call up the fling you had last winter. He’d wanted you, badly, but because there was a night where you thought Joel might’ve kissed you, you never called back. It seems stupid now, looking back.

But, you thank your lucky stars, or one man’s utter desperation, that he’s still single and he still wants you. He takes you out to a nice restaurant, in a nice suit, and nice shoes. The conversation isn’t even bad, and he’s putting your drinks on his tab. The second one in, you think maybe this could work.

It’s when you lose count that things go bad.

“I don’t even think Joel likes cats,” you’re slurring to this poor man, who is desperately scanning the restaurant for a waiter, a check, and a way out of your ramblings about Joel’s love life. You can’t tell if you’re crying or not, though it really feels like you want to. Because one moment you were having a nice time, and the next someone was ordering Joel’s drink—whiskey on the rocks, with a twist—at the table over and you weren’t able to keep him out of your mind from that point on.

It’s ridiculous, because it’s not Joel’s Drink, it’s A Drink—one that Joel only ever orders, but you could see someone in a worn down green and gray flannel and wonder when Joel Miller became such a trendsetter. Still, nothing can stop you from ordering one yourself, and then another, and then another. It’s like you’re trying to flood your senses with Joel Joel Joel because you know it’ll never be him sitting across from you with the intention of taking you home and maybe kissing you outside your door.

Though, if you weren’t gone by your fourth whiskey, you’d see that your date has lost any and all intentions of that manner. It’s probably not even because you’re drunk, it’s because you’re still wearing Joel’s name on your lips like it’s going out of style.

“Like—like, I can’t just tell Joel, no, y’know? Or, I don’t think you should get a cat with a woman you had a thing with before you met the mother of your child, and especially shouldn’t have her move in with you after six months. But I want to. Because he’s smarter than this, and I don’t think it’s the right move, especially because of Sarah, and Tommy, ugh, Tommy. Idiot. They’re both idiots. Joel especially, methinks.”

You don’t know when your date finally flagged down the waiter, or when he dropped you off at home, or when you got inside and picked up your landline. You especially don’t know when you dialed Joel’s number and left him a voicemail when he inevitably didn’t answer.

All you know is that you mixed your alcohols that night, and you’re probably going to wake up in some version of hell in the morning, but it seems like falling asleep has never been so easy before.

—

Hell is an understatement. You don’t get sick, but you wish you could throw up your brain, or at least the part of it that still gets headaches like this. It’s with the most gut wrenching revelation that you don’t have any ibuprofen, or any recollection of the night before.

For the time being, it’s truly the least of your worries. The most of them are getting rid of your life threatening headache. So, after making yourself as presentable as you can, you trudge across the street to Joel’s house—it’s because his house is closer than the drugstore three blocks down. Not because seeing his face would make you feel better anyways.

“Aren’t you a beauty this afternoon,” Joel laughs when he opens the door, because really, you look like death, and you hadn’t even realized it was past one o’clock. You’re grateful it’s Saturday, and Sarah has soccer practice right now, because she looks up to you, and the last thing you need is for her to see you like this.

“Shut up,” you grumble, shoving your way past him despite his teasing. He doesn’t mind, and you know he doesn’t. If the smile still on his face is anything to go by. It’s then you realize that yeah, okay, seeing him does make you feel better. Even if it’s just by a fraction.

“Thought you left your partyin’ days in college,” he continues with his teasing. “Let me guess: you came over here to raid my medicine cabinet.”

By the time he closes his front door and turns around, you’re already sinking into his plush couch, giving him a look with raised brows that could only mean, You mean you’re going to raid your medicine cabinet, for me.

“Ah,” he says. Any other moment, your heart would stutter at the ease in which he reads you. Now, your heart is threatening to fail for an entirely different reason. “Got it. Be right back.”

Joel sticks by his word. He comes back, not just with painkillers, but with water, warmed up coffee, and one of the store-bought muffins you love so much. If you weren’t dying, you’d hug the man. If you weren’t so smart, you’d probably even kiss him.

“Don’t die on me, alright? Need you around for shenanigans and such,” Joel tells you, leaving you to your devices on his couch. The pain meds go down, and the coffee does wonders from just one sip. You allow yourself to lie on the couch, pillow over your face to block out the harsh light. It seems that as the seconds pass, and by some miracle, you start to feel more and more at ease. Fragments of last night come back slowly, but not enough to piece together the entire puzzle.

You drank a lot, that much is clear.

It’s not until you hear a series of beeps from the kitchen, where Joel keeps his landline and answering machine, do the cogs in your brain start cranking a little harder. One voicemail plays over the speaker, something about work that makes Joel sigh and skip it before he can play it all the way through.

Beeeeep.

“Heeeeello, Joel. Hi, hello, howdy. It’s me.”

Joel calls out, “Did you call me last night?”

You sit up in record time.

It comes rushing back.

“I just don’t see why he can’t get something that doesn’t live so long. Like a hamster. Or goldfish. Or a fruit fly. It’s just so—“

“Listen! Listen. I don’t know who Joel or Tommy or Sarah are. You sound—hung up. But if you really want my advice? Get some closure. You clearly have feelings for this guy and you won’t get over him until you do.”

“Closure! Oh, you’re a genius!”

“Joel,” you call over the sound of your own drunken voice, dread now filling your body to the fucking brim. But it seems like your body can’t move fast enough. “Joel, hang up, hang it up, hang it up.”

“I just—just wanted to call and tell you I am so happy for you. And your future cat. And I think you should name it Frank. And because I am giving you names, that means I am getting closure—“

You can hear your heartbeat sounding against your eardrums, but feel it falling to the ground as you finally muster up the memory of how to work your legs. But by the time you’re stumbling into the kitchen, you can hear the worst of the voicemail that has Joel’s face drained of any possible readable emotion. You start praying for the ground to swallow you whole and munch your bones. It would be a more peaceful way to go than this.

“Because you’re over me, I am over you, my sweet Joel. That’s right. I am over you. How’s that for closure?”

The machine beeps, and then the heaviest silence enters the kitchen.

Seconds, minutes, maybe even years pass as you stand in the doorway, looking at Joel looking at the answering machine. Then at you.

“You’re…over me?” he finally says. You swallow the softball that had lodged itself in your throat and almost choke on it. “When, uh, when were you under me?”

Suddenly, you think the whole life flashing before your eyes thing is true. Because you feel like you’re dying, and all you can think about is every happy moment you’ve had surrounded by Joel. The first time you met, the way Sarah took a liking to you, the unlikely friendship you formed with his brother. You think of all the nights spent on Joel’s porch, sometimes talking, but most times in such a genuinely comfortable silence, where you could do nothing but enjoy each other’s presence. You think of all the fleeting touches, lingering glances, pet names reserved just for you—and how you doubted all the thoughts that they could mean something more.

You don’t know what hurts more—the fact that, according to Tommy, they did, or that now they didn’t.

But most of all, you think of how when you were searching for a home several years ago, you didn’t expect to find it in the family of a man named Joel Miller.

And you didn’t expect to lose it in the worst way possible.

When you remember where you are, what is happening, and realize that you haven’t actually died, you let out a pathetic little noise. Halfway between a whimper and the words you can’t yet form.

“What, uh—what did you mean, over me?” Joel finally asks. He’s never been one to beat around the bush, but god, you wish just this time he would. In fact, you wish he’d pretend that this never happened. But you know better. You know there’s no ignoring this.

“I—“ you barely manage to choke out. Because truly, what do you say? Against your better judgment, you opt for the truth. “I…may or may not have feelings,” you say, and then, “For you. Tommy told me you—you used to feel the same.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“…And you’re over me?”

You wince. Maybe drunk-you convinced yourself so briefly that saying it would make it true. But by the weight of your heart, and the way it feels like there’s been barbed wire wrapped around it, gripping it tight, you know any answer besides No would be a lie. But because you can’t really bring yourself to say it, not with the way tears threaten to burn your eyes any second now, you instead say, “I don’t know.”

It seems though, Joel wanted so desperately for you to say yes. By the way he jumps into action, grabbing his keys from the kitchen counter and making a break for it, he wanted you to say Yes, I’m completely over you. But you didn’t, and now he’s leaving you alone in his own house.

You don’t speak for a week.

You’re not exactly sure who’s avoiding who. You just know you’re wallowing in something that feels akin to lava that refuses to swallow you whole. Inside you there’s this ache, like there’s an empty space where someone should be inside your heart. It feels like three empty spaces, actually, and you had never weighed the consequences of losing Joel before. Part of you wishes you could have just gotten rid of your feelings for him a long time ago. Collecting the evidence now, though, told you there was no easy way to do that. Maybe quitting him cold turkey would have done the trick, or moving to Antarctica. But apparently, when you fell in love with Joel, you fell in love with his entire family, and three people was a hell of a lot harder to give up than one.

In fact, on day seven, you’re stealthing your way back inside your home after a trip to the grocery store, like you have been all week, when you hear a familiar voice call your name. You turn to see Sarah across the street, standing at the backdoor of Tommy’s truck in her soccer uniform, waving at you with this sad little smile on her face. One that says she doesn’t know what’s going on, just that she hasn’t seen you in a while, and you realize that this is the longest you’ve gone without speaking to her since you first met her.

You look around like you’re going to get caught committing a crime when you send the most timid wave back. It ends up feeling like a crime anyways when the face you’ve been aching to see comes out of the house, followed by his brother, and he follows Sarah’s line of sight. Meeting his eye is a serrated knife slicing through you, jagged, and harsh, and no clean cuts.

But what hurts the most is when he opens Sarah’s door and all but forcefully guides her inside the truck, like he’s ushering her away from a bad thing. You think maybe he is.

You rush inside afterwards and think of ways to never leave your house again.

Hours later, you’re sitting on your couch watching another ridiculous rom-com, the only comfort you’ve found, with perpetual tears brimming your eyes. Tommy really was fucking right, wasn’t he? Had there been some inkling of communication, you wouldn’t be here. But there wasn’t, and you are, and it sucks—somehow, it seems like this will never not hurt.

At ten o’clock, there’s a knock at your door. It makes you jump, mostly because this sense of knowing dread fills your body—like you know who it is before you can even open it, because you do. When Joel is standing on the other side, those big brown eyes of his full of something you can’t make out, he asks if he can come in. You aren’t even sure he’d listen if you said no, so you say yes.

He steps inside, you close the door, and there’s a beat of silence before, “Sarah was askin’ about you all day.”

You stand at your door, hands together as you toy with your own fingers nervously. Your heart is racing and your mind is reeling, but most of all, there’s this resounding ache echoing throughout your entire body.

“Sorry,” is all you can really say in return.

“I didn’t get a cat,” Joel says then. Your heart jolts at the mention.

“Oh.” You look down at your hands. “Interesting.”

“No, not interestin’.” When Joel speaks this time, he almost sounds angry. Frustrated, maybe, but he doesn’t sound happy, especially not with you. When you force yourself to look up, he has the face to match—brows furrowed, pout on his lips, gaze firm. “I should have a cat right now. I should have a movin’ truck outside my house, I should be living with my girlfriend—instead I’ve got a daughter askin’ too many questions, a shit talkin’ brother, and I’m standin’ inside your living room angry as all hell right now.”

“Angry?” you say. He absolutely just said too many words with too many implications, but that’s the one you happen to get caught up on. Mostly because it lights a fire in you. Part of you thinks he has every right to be angry, but the other part feels justified in your own anger. “I’m sorry, why the hell are you angry with me?”

“Because,” Joel responds quickly, voice harder, louder. He looks as if he didn’t expect you to fight back, but what a dumb presumption to have made. “Because you had no fuckin’ right to tell me you felt something about me.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Joel,” you spit back, voice dripping with sarcasm, but really? You are.

“No, it’s not fuckin’ fair, and you don’t fuckin’ get it.” Joel steps forward, and for the first time, he does look genuinely angry. But after looking at him for a second longer, you realize it’s not that. He’s hurt. “I was doin’ fine before you came along with that mess. I was doin’ fuckin’ fantastic before I found out about you!”

“I was doing great before I found out about you!” you shout back even though you weren’t doing great before. Not even close. Still, you want to stay angry, but your voice betrays you. “You think it was easy to find out you used to feel the same way about me? You think it was easy watching you be all happy with someone else, huh?”

“Oh, like I haven’t done it a thousand times, darlin’.” Joel’s words are sharp.

“You never said anything!” Yours are too.

“There was never a good fuckin’ time,” he says coldly. Your own blood begins to turn icy in your veins as he huffs angrily.

“And now is?” you respond coolly, before your walls begin to crumble. They had a while ago, actually, but now you’re resorting to kicking the rubble around. “Why did you come over here, Joel? To rub it in my face, tell me that you’re just—just going to get rid of whatever you felt?”

There’s a flash of pain on Joel’s face before he resolves to a glower at you. “I was happy.” He says your name, broken and small. “And I’ve been doin’ it for a helluva long time, sweetheart. I can keep doing it now.”

Even though it truly does sound like he’s trying to convince himself of his own words, the suffocating pain in your chest is becoming too much to bear. So you point towards your door. “Then go.”

“Fine,” he spits, stomping towards the exit at your command.

“Fine!”

Before you know it, he walks out, your door slams, and he’s gone.

You finally reach a crossroads. As tears brim your eyes, you realize that this is it, isn’t it? You were an asteroid that missed Joel by a mile, and now you were sentenced to a life drifting aimlessly in space. You missed out on a place to land—this is it.

Moments pass. You do whatever you can to soak in everything that unraveled before you, and there’s no hope in picking up the pieces. No hope in weaving them back together. Before you can let out a pathetic little sob and stalk off towards your room, you suddenly hear footsteps leading back to your front door. Then there’s a knock at it, soft—quiet.

As your heart begins to race, you step to open the door, only to find Joel on the other side. As if you could be surprised. It’s safe to say you’ve never seen the man look so dejected, like a dog bringing a bird to your front door. He’s illuminated by your flickering porch light and the glow from the moon, and if you weren’t suffering so, you’d tell him you’d never seen a man look so ethereal.

Searching his eyes for any semblance of an answer to all the questions you now have doesn’t last long. Because before either of you can say a word, Joel’s hands are cupping your face and he’s kissing you like he’s been underwater for far too long, and you’re fresh fucking air.

And you let him.

You let him, because the universe hasn’t offered you any other choice—if it has, you’re not fucking taking it. You let him kiss you, and push you inside, and kick the door closed behind him, because you’ve wanted this for years. You’ve ached for this, yearned for the feeling of Joel’s lips on yours, the warmth of his mouth and tongue—the feeling of his hands on your waist.

Joel kisses you for as long as either of you can stand it, which is a pretty long time considering the way your hearts are racing and lungs are clawing for air. It’s when the back of your knees are pressed against the arm of your couch, and you’re falling backwards onto it, pulling him down with you, do you both pull back long enough to breathe. Though, it’s mostly huffs, recovering from the sudden fall and shock of the best fucking kiss either of you have ever had in your life. Still, the urge to smile hits you for the first time in over a week.

You start to speak, whispering, “What about—“

“It’s over,” he says quietly into the space between your lips. “It was over the moment I heard that voicemail, I think. But only officially as of this afternoon.”

Your throat tightens. You look up at him, your eyes still glistening with unshed tears, but that ache in your heart has begun to dull. “So why did you—“

“Scared, mostly,” Joel interrupts you again, because it really isn’t that hard for him to know what you’re asking and why. He brushes stray hair from your face. “Confused. Because I really thought I was over you, sweetness. Took me a week to deal with the fact that I wasn’t. Didn’t even truly figure it out until my feet dragged me over here.”

Your brow furrows, but a sweet smile draws over your lips as you bring your own hand to his face. You caress his cheek, running your hand over his beard. Deep down, you get it. You really do. But you no longer have it in you to ask any questions. Joel is here, and he is kissing you, and even though nothing has been set in stone, you suddenly don’t feel the need to carry the hurt you had anymore.

“Think I owe Tommy a drink or two,” you joke then, and you both laugh. Joel even snorts.

“Like hell you do,” he scoffs, “Tommy ain’t do shit besides spill my secrets and cause us grief.”

“Okay, then we need to send Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal some gift baskets, at least.”

“What?” Joel laughs, but you pull him down for another kiss that melts your goddamn heart. You’ve had a taste, and you’re never going to get enough. But instead of getting into it completely, you just soak in the moment. Maybe Tommy was right about the whole talkin’ it out thing, but so were you, you realize.

Sometimes difficult things could end up being beautiful.

So when you pull back and meet Joel’s eyes once more, you give him the softest little smile.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning,” you say. “Promise.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #tlou fanfic #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character #wah wah wah #my fics

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i've been debating for a while now whether to write this or not. it's a bit... a lot more personal than i'm used to, but with V9: Beyond being nearer and nearer, i'm finding myself to be lacking the spark and excitement for new RWBY content that i'm used to have. for that reason, i've been doing some thinking, trying to nail down where the difference lies, and i think i finally figured it out:

the ending of V9, specifically how they handled ruby's arc.

[tw: suicide, if you decide to continue reading]

before i get any further, i want to lay down some "backstory": about two weeks before V9 started airing, i lost my beloved dog to an illness after fighting for her life for two weeks. those two weeks were a roller coaster straight out of hell, thinking the medicine given were working, only for things to get worse; and through it all, all i could think of was that if she didn't make it through the year, neither would i.

but then, afterwards, in some weird twist of fate, when every part of me wanted to stay in bed and never get up, it was her, my dog, that kept me going, simply because through the last couple of years of her life, she had slept the mornings in my bed, with me, with 1pm being the time she'd force me out of bed if i ever stayed in that late... and that following morning—or more like day lol—after her death, i happened to look at my phone, see the clock be around 1pm, knowing i had a choice to make.

and i got up. have every single day, way before 1pm, to keep part of her alive and with me.

so, perhaps needless to say, but ruby's arc in V9 hit close. i had enough time in-between to not be in middle of the worst of it, but i suppose not as enough as i thought, as not only did i lose some of the spark i had for this show, but i'm also still crying now while writing this.

for the duration of the show, the burden on ruby had been growing stronger and stronger. from being called special due to her silver eyes, to all her friends placing their trust in her leadership, believing that somehow, she always knew what the right thing to do was, to never quite feeling she could be open about her own doubts as a leader, having no one to talk to... V9 started out great. i was excited, for the first time in a long while, for the direction they were taking ruby in.

and everything seemed to be going great. all the issues, trauma, et al that ruby was holding in were slowly seeping over, until it all burst open, explosively, and she ran away; and with all of this and more thrown against her by neo, ruby drank the tea, not wanting to be herself anymore.

...then came the aftermath of her ascension, and it's here, where the writers lost me.

"you're broken! you break everything you touch! i call humans... weak! confused! incomplete!" the cat says, and it's hard to say they're entirely wrong; ruby has been broken, she has had her weak moments, she has been confused, and that's okay.

but her teammates, her friends, her sister, don't seem to think so.

the cat is wrong. ruby has never been any of those things, and that's exactly why they follow her.

like it was more important to prove the antagonist of the volume wrong, rather than offer genuine support to ruby by saying that it is okay to be broken and confused, and for her to have her weak moments because that's why they're there; to support her in good and bad. to make it clear to ruby that she can come to them and air her doubts and concerns without a fear of being shutdown, that they, too, will work on themselves to be better friends in that regard.

but that's not what happened, and even without properly registering it at the time, it felt like a punch to the gut.

during the roundtable discussion of this episode, the writers talked about ruby's arc being about impostor syndrome and i just... can't see it. not with the way they build it up. it's like a switch was flicked, and when before the problem was the burden that was solely placed on ruby's shoulder and how it was too much for her to handle on her own, now ruby ever doubting herself in the first place was the problem, and all she needed to hear was that she was perfect just the way she was; "retrospective" is not a known word here.

and for the first time, even if i do have some critiques over handling of certain storylines, i felt like what was delivered was not what was ordered. at all. and with the vague content warnings in front of episodes, it started to feel like suicide was used for the "shock value" it could provide, to get people talking on social media, rather than because the writers wanted to treat it with the seriousness it deserves.

maybe that's unfair to say; i certainly don't know their intentions. frankly i don't know the people who work on this show at all, and i've stayed far from forming any parasocial relationships to pretend otherwise. all i have is my own feelings about this, ones that i've gone over multiple times, going through episodes, seeing if there's something that i've missed that would make it make sense... i've done my due diligence, and this is the result.

this is not the end: i still love RWBY, the characters, the world and its lore... but some of the trust i had for the writers has definitely gone, as has of the spark that ensured the excitement i had for new episodes and content to the point that i'd be right here, on my seat, ready the moment a new episode dropped.

now if the birbs show up—

#tw suicide #also: if you can't handle even the smallest of critiques of the show #uhhhh #probably don't read lol #kthxbye #it's a longish post but. eh.

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Hello!

I saw your post where you spoke about the 911's cast and writers being aware of Buddie, and the explicit support from some of the cast for Canon!Buddie.

I am quite new to the fandom and so I was wondering if there were any links you could source for this? I am genuinely curious :)

Funnily enough, I started 911 after loving LS, and saw a lot of buddie content on 911 blogs. I figured it was typical queerbaiting (tumblr 2012 era was ✨️ traumatising ✨️ and so resolved not to ship them.

But then I watched the show and yeah…there were definitely interesting choices made that make Buddie such an intricately beautiful ship. It's a slow burn to rival all slow burns :fire:

Needless to say, I'm now 100% on board!

Hi lovely Nonnie and welcome to the fandom! :D I hope you enjoy everything about it and I am so glad to hear you're on board! *hugs*

Okay, for links... TBH I mostly remember things as they happen, I'm less into saving links, but for you I made the effort, I traced my own steps (who knew I actually remembered where I yelled about certain things two and a half years ago? The power of Buddie), and found the source to the stuff I had in mind when I said Ryan, Oliver, JLH and Gavin have all shown support for Buddie. Her we go...

Let's start with Gavin! Obviously it was explained to him in age-appropriate terms, so take that into account, but still, look at how pure his response is (interview from Oct 2021):

And then they went and they filmed the lasagna scene in 601. You can't tell me that doesn't mean anything!

Now Oliver and Ryan have both expressed support for Buddie more than once, for example you can find my post showing how they were the ones who named our ship! In terms of official interviews, they've mostly given answers that are noncommittal but supportive, stuff along the lines of making sure they don't raise fans' expectations (in case it doesn't happen), but also letting us know they do like the enthusiasm for Buddie, and would be cool if 911 went that way. So most are kind of... let's say diplomatic. I will, however, throw in this live that Ryan did where at first, he had a few answers of that vanilla sort (encouraging the shippers, not promising anything, leaving room for Buddie to happen, but also leaving room for fans who don't want Buddie, and sort off summarizing with, "We'll see what Tim writes"). But then he got a question about Abby and I don't think he could help it, the Buddie shipper just jumped out of him, which I love. I edited and uploaded it to YouTube for you, since stupid Tumblr only allows me to directly upload one vid a post here:

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Lastly, but maybe my personal fave, in May 2020, a gay fan of JLH uploaded to his personal IG account a video that he asked her to film with a message for his husband's bday. Here's the relevant part of the vid which I've edited and uploaded for you, where JLH is basically being all of us:

BTW, this is also a reply to the Nonnie who sent this ask:

I know about Ryan, Oliver and JLH but when did Gavin say anything about that?

I hope I managed to answer both of you! Have a great day, and as always, here's my ask tag.

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Week in Review | Oct. 15

Hello and happy Sunday! Hope you had a good week. I had a weird one. It wasn’t bad by any means, but just kinda meh. Had some life stuff come up earlier in the week which kind of lingered. Needless to say, I was very much looking forward to the day off my husband and I had to celebrate our anniversary together. We ended the week on a high note, so I’m carrying those vibes into the week ahead.

Speaking of our day off, we took a behind-the-scenes tour of The Last of Us house at Halloween Horror Nights at Universal (Orlando, sadly not the park Pedro was at earlier this month 😞). We were complete nerds the whole time we were in the house. No one else on our tour seemed to be as interested in the house and the details as we were, but we asked a ton of questions and had fun.

Thank you to those who popped in with asks this week, those always make me smile. I had a lot of fun with some sweatpants content, Mule Falls Halloween, and TF vehicle choices.

Anyway, here we go with the rest of the post…

Fics I read this week:

I didn’t read as much as I wanted to this week. There’s a ton on my TBR and it just keeps piling up (I can’t emphasize enough how good of a “problem” that is. This fandom and it’s creativity floors me. There’s just so much good stuff out there).

Frankie Morales

@avastrasposts (writer of my fave The Pilot and His Girl) put out a couple of great drabbles this week that I enjoyed so much: Frankie to the Rescue and Swimming Lessons with Catfish

Delta Palms Tropical Resort by @linzels-blog - Had another chapter this week and it was Frankie in all of his pilot competence glory. Loving what’s going on in this fic.

I Like the Way You by @undercoverpena - Frankie and his friend enter into a “friends with benefits” type of situation and I’ll be damned if it’s not going to turn into something more. I love the way Jo writes, so I am all here for the journey she’s going to take us on.

@frenchiereading posted a little extra piece from her Mr. and Miss Universe. If you haven’t read the Shared Breaths series, I highly recommend it. Her latest drabble is a cute, fluffy piece with so much dad Frankie!

Ring Toss by @morallyinept…Jett. I was already sweating when I saw donuts thanks to @secretelephanttattoo and her Marcus, but ugh now Frankie?! This was so so good. Bravo!

Javier Peña

Paranoid Heat by @goodwithcheese - Javi is just … so Javi in this and I love it. There’s some great flirty banter back and forth and I also am self-inserting myself as one of the barnyard cats who follow Javi around. Meow! Also shoutout to Megan who celebrated a couple of milestones this week on here!

Marcus Pike

Salty & Sweet by @secretelephanttattoo - It’s El’s Marcus, so I was already in before I even read the first sentence. I don’t want to spoil too much of this one, but I have to say it’s the most unique story structure I’ve read in a long time.

Dieter Bravo

Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings Misty….sigh. This latest chapter was something. While the themes can be heavy, they’re always done so well and this just always feels so real. I could go on and on about this.

Tip Your Server by @nothoughtsjustmeds Dieter loses his Oscar. It is such a cute story with an established relationship.

October Prompts

Posts from the week:

My girl @trulybetty keeps hitting it out of the park with her Autumnal Offerings series. I read one of her entries and think, “This is my favorite one so far” and then the next day comes and she one-ups herself. I am a little biased with one of them this week, though. Cornfields with Sequins!Joel was so good and I’m not biased absolutely at all 😉 When Betty popped into my DMs with a series of random questions for me to answer I had no idea how it would all come to life and I am obsessed.

The Catfish Ph.D. program (helmed by esteemed professor @legendary-pink-dot) is in full swing, but it’s not too late to join in the fun. I don’t quite know exactly how to pull this off, but I think it would be fun to try and get a group watch party set up to watch Triple Frontier … you know … for research. I know a lot of us are spread out across the world (which is so cool!), so finding a time to suit everyone may not be super realistic, but I’m just putting that out into the universe.

Feral corner:

I’m just going to leave this little post about Frankie’s clothes here for you… it brought forth so many thots.

Things I watched:

I didn’t really watch a lot this week. I did manage to go to the movies to see Dumb Money. I didn’t realize the theater was going to be overrun by Swifties - no shade, I just literally didn’t know that her movie came out this week and was shocked by the crowds.

Things I'm excited for:

Anyways, Dumb Money is about the GameStop short squeeze that happened in 2021 led by a man who had a YouTube channel and a popular Reddit account. Now, friends, I’ll confess something here. The only reason I made a point to see this was because my boo Sebastian Stan is in this movie. Now, is he in this for like a total of 10 minutes? Sure, but those were a great 10 minutes to see him on screen. Aside from that, it was actually an interesting story and I enjoyed it!

Mr. Rhoorl and I are heading back to…you guessed it…Halloween Horror Nights again tonight! We only have a couple of weekends left, so we’re trying to take advantage of our passes. Other than that, we don’t really have anything else planned for the week since all of our big October celebrations have passed.

Fic updates:

Quiet on the fic front this week. My mood early on in the week coupled with some writer’s block didn’t help things. But, later in the week, I had a bit of a burst of creativity. I’ve made decent progress on the next chapters of Working Title and Delta Landscaping. I’m hoping to get both of those out early on in the week. I am also going to be doing a part two for Turbulence soon…if you know, you know. 😉

Anyways, thanks as always for reading, interacting, and just being here! My inbox is always open 🙂

xoxo

Jess

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

#rhoorl week in review #frankie morales fanfic #javier pena fic #marcus pike fanfic #pedro pascal fanfic

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07 : should i be impressed?

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If you asked someone about what they think you’re like, nine out of ten chances the word “studious” would be strung along those lines. And it’s not like you disagreed, of course. When it came to academics, you really were what was considered a studious student. All the achievements you’ve got lined up from your years of school experience could pretty much speak for themselves. So seeing that, you could say that the public perception of you wasn’t entirely wrong.

But it wasn’t entirely right either.

You see, when it comes to the other meaning of being someone “studious”, you saw yourself standing on the completely opposite side of the spectrum. According to our trusty friend, Google, a studious person is also used to describe someone who shows great care and attention to things. And if you haven’t already considered the chance of faking an amnesia and forget about your constant struggle to apply exactly that to your financial choices, then you could see where this is heading to from a mile away.

Tutoring wasn’t something you’d ever thought of yourself doing. Despite being known as someone who dominated school rankings in multiple subjects, you were also known for being a fairly guarded person. Not to a point where you didn’t have friends, yet enough to not have any close ones. Needless to say, “social” was not one of the words someone would use to describe you unlike the one previously mentioned. The only people being remotely near that level were your Carat classmates (namely Minho, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix), who admittedly, you only started talking to because you were in severe lack of people to share SEVENTEEN content to.

So, close may not be the word, but they’re definitely the ones you thought of as being inside your bubble. Not like there's a lot anyways. Unlike them who are also in a different group with friends they’d say they were so much more closer to than you. One of them being Yang Jeongin.

Ah yes, how could you almost forget. The great incident that led you to this moment: exhausted and in severe lack of sleep. Just like how you never expected to end up tutoring, you never thought it’d be him. It’s not like you hated the guy, he never did anything to you after all. But that was also the issue.

He never did anything that included you.

In other words: you both were simply confined to the relationship of being “just classmates.” Not strangers, far from it actually. There were these two projects you were in the same group for a few years back, but that was about it. You couldn’t say much about Jeongin, the same way he couldn’t for you. So maybe that’s why these progression of events tasted unfamiliar in your mouth.

In your mind, you always considered this kind of tutoring to be something done with friends. Well, unless it's for a program, which you aren’t in and never will be. No offense to those people, though. You had a lot of respect for services that involve dealing with their clients one on one. On that note, nowhere were you also near being a professional tutor; but just like one, you’re doing this with financial compensation.

You let out a tired yawn as you desperately try to blink away the drowsiness from your eyes. There was certainly a choice that was made in wanting to make a quiz to measure exactly where Jeongin was in terms of history lessons. And there was even more of an option taken in deciding to make it a proper one and stay up late to do so.

You didn’t even have to make it; really, all you had to do was revisit the lessons with him and explain things he had trouble with along the way. But you were feeling nice and thought if he was willing to make an effort on this, then you might as well.

It’s totally not because you felt bad you were planning the bare minimum while he’s out here clinging on to you like you're his one and only beacon of hope. He’s even going so far as agreeing to pay you per hour. So like a decent person, you want to repay him too by taking it as seriously. Removing the service payment would be too much though. That was your main reason for agreeing anyways.

Tick, tock.

Gosh, this class is so damn long. You couldn’t help but glare at the clock displaying the time. There are only a couple more minutes left till the bell rings, and you're finally out of here. Last classes of the day are always the ones taking ages to finish. Can this be explained psychologically? Cause you were very willing to know.

Playfully picking at the stuff spread across your desk, you thought back to what you’ll be doing after this. Trailing your eyes to your right, you see Jeongin a couple of desks away. His eyes were busy being trained on his lap, just below his desk.

Hold on a minute, is that his phone?

You rolled your eyes in amusement. Even though you admitted to not being able to say much about Jeongin, he definitely looks like someone who has a rebellious streak. But having already learned that he was much more serious than he lets on, you view this part of him as a lot more endearing now. That little scamming stunt he pulled on you was not appreciated at all though. Well, granted that you were the one who suggested the rates, he could’ve just been going along with it. As said before, you both aren’t the slightest bit close; so he was just probably being polite and not pointing it out. Or at least that's what you would want to believe anyways. It isn’t nice to assume the worst out of people you didn’t know very well. But basing off the interactions you’ve had so far, he could be a little shit.

In a way, you could actually point out similarities between yourself and Jeongin. If you had to describe it in words, it would be like being two sides of the same coin. Outwardly different, yet still the same. That opinion could easily change though, you believed human perception to be a fragile thing. Even so, you wonder if maybe you both could end up as friends. Your “friend group” is already part of his anyway. Maybe—

The screeching sound of the bell ringing suddenly cuts you off from your short Jeongin analysis. Automatically, you start to panic a bit at your situation.

Shit, you weren't staring at him, right?

Awkwardly scanning your surroundings discreetly, you let out a sigh of relief. It doesn’t look like anyone noticed. Not that you were actually staring anyways. It was just a look.

After stretching your limbs that were aching from sitting down for a long time, you start to pack your things. It was a fast chore, seeing as it only took you barely two minutes to finish. Looking back towards Jeongin (because you needed to approach him of course, not just to look), you saw him engaging in a small chat with your fellow classmate, Changbin.

Debating on heading over and interrupting their conversation or waiting until the latter leaves, you still for a moment. Yet apparently, Changbin sees this because he called over to you almost immediately.

“Hey Y/N!” He cheerfully greets you while you’re approaching.

“Hi,” you smiled back politely. Wow, isn’t this awkward. Choosing to get this over with, you turned to face Jeongin, “You ready?”

For a second he seems confused, and you fight back the urge to scowl at him. He can't have forgotten again surely? You can’t always be the one reminding him to attend the sessions. Luckily for you, an imaginary light bulb lit up above his head in remembrance.

“Oh right,” he sheepishly chuckles, lightly scratching at the back of his head, “Almost forgot again.”

Unfortunately, the twitch in your eye could not be stopped. His smile drops instantly. Okay no, that isn't fair. You feel guilty now.

Changbin cackled at the short exchange. At least one of you is enjoying this situation. Patting your back, he heads off with a “good luck!” Oh you could definitely see how you would need that. After another awkward pause, you and Jeongin finally think to exit the classroom.

“It’s gonna be max one hour right?” He almost pleads. One of these days you’re gonna ask him if he’s just naturally a cheapskate or is he also saving for something. You know you are. And that's why you respond:

“That depends. Maybe if you get a lot better then we’ll be having shorter sessions,” you shrugged, “For now, I think we have a lot to cover.”

“What—you just want me to pay you more!” Jeongin whines in protest, and that almost makes you feel sorry. Keyword: almost.

You don’t reply to him as there was nothing to refute. He wasn’t wrong after all. Though there seems to be a lot to cover with him truthfully; overall, he wasn’t wrong about your motives. The lack of response elicits a scandalized gasp being exaggerated from him.

“So you really are just planning to make me pay more!” He states like it’s top quality gossip. You could only shrug.

“Look, we just have two sessions a week planned. Might as well make the most of it,” was your honest answer. Jeongin stares for a quick moment before starting to laugh out loud. You gape at him, baffled at his sudden outburst. He gives you a delighted grin back.

“You’re a lot more entertaining than I thought,” he admits.

Huh.

What were you exactly supposed to feel with that? As if sensing your confused thought process, he clears his throat.

“I mean it in a good way. To be honest, I always thought you were someone whose only hobby was to study. So like, I just thought you were the boring type. Oh, that's mean to say. Sorry, my bad!" You blink unsurely, and that sets him off rambling again, "Well now I know you’re also a fan of that K-Pop group some of my friends are into! You’re also friends with them right?” He chirps.

Yes, chirps. He’s a lot chirpier than you remembered.

“You could say that,” you finally respond. He seems to like that answer because he quite literally beams brighter.

“Let’s hang out sometimes! With them too if you want,” Jeongin suggests.

Contrasting to your little segment about why you didn't have many friends earlier, you actually really like the idea. Maybe it’s time for you to make real friends. You yourself know you can’t stay like this forever. It's your last year in high school, you should be making good memories before it ends. Jeongin notices you perking up at the suggestion and smiles.

Not gonna lie, he kinda has a nice smile.

Aggressively brushing off the intrusive thought, you continue walking. Jeongin is by your side initiating small talk, while you respond to whatever you need to. You would never tell him this, but he’s a lot more comfortable to talk to than you originally expected.

In person, you and him really do look like different sides of a coin. You’re very aware of the drastic difference in the way you act in person compared to how you talk in messages. What can you say, being behind a screen just makes you feel a lot more confident in conversing compared to doing so verbally. You’re pretty sure Jeongin has noticed this by now, just choosing not to say it to your face. Whether you’re thankful for that or not, explaining the whole concept isn’t that appealing to do anyways.

Out of nowhere, you’re suddenly very conscious of the speed you both are traveling at. The library is already in view, and only a couple more steps is the entrance, yet you chose to focus on how long it actually took to get here.

Does it normally take this long to walk to the library for him? It is for you, however if you recall any memories you have of Jeongin walking or running, he always looked fast. He’s an athlete after all, and soccer is literally a game you play while running. So through what you observed, you just naturally assumed he's on the faster side. Wait, faster side?

Was he matching your pace the whole time?

The sudden heat that creeps up your face is barely manageable to ignore. It’s from the embarrassment of walking too slow, you conclude. Being flattered by the action is totally only a small part of it. It’s just Jeongin. A classmate, maybe a friend soon, but as of the moment, just acquaintances. Nothing big to fuss about.

You quickly realize that you’re both standing in front of the library doors now. Instinctively, you try to head first and reach for the door, but it seems like someone beat you to it—and all you see is Jeongin holding the door open, waiting for you to go in.

What the fuck?

You almost malfunction right then and there. Holy shit, Y/N! Get a grip! It’s like the bare minimum for proper manners, also normal as a friendly action too. All those romance books are getting to your head! Do something! Anything!

So you choose to thank him quietly instead. Quite an underwhelming response compared to the mini-breakdown you had just a few seconds ago. You inwardly scowled at yourself for making such a big deal over a simple act of decency. It’s no different than sacrificing sleep to make him a quiz. And that’s exactly what you already did for him.

The bar is so low. You grimace at the thought. Is this really how we live? Because damn, this is sad. Ah, forget that for now. You have a tutoring session to lead.

That's when you find yourself already sitting in front of Yang Jeongin.

This is going too fast for no reason.

"Wait, before we start I have something to give you," he says while rummaging through his bag.

For heaven's sake what is it now? You're sure you already received enough heart stopping moments for the day. That plus your severe lack of sleep is making you feel so unstable. Oh, that must be why.

You let out a startled noise when Jeongin suddenly slaps a folder on the table. You looked at it with question. What you were looking at seemed to be a simple brown cardboard folder. The contents were surely something you didn't expect though.

"Are these your quiz papers?" You gasp in shock. You knew he was serious about raising his grade but this is serious, serious!

"What? Don't be so shocked," he scoffs playfully, "I just tried to compile the quizzes we got back. My midterm score sheet is also there. Thought it'd make this session faster."

Taken so aback by the combination of the action and his following explanation, you could only let out a laugh. Now it's his turn to be shocked.

"I'm sorry—" you wheezed, "And here I thought you did this cause you really wanted to pass!"

Jeongin's face contorts comically to protest. Eyebrows furrowed, framing his eyes that were opened wide as a way of conveying his complaints.

"That too, duh! But I still need to have money by the end of this week okay…" His voice trails off. You look at him amused. Jeongin notices and glares back as a reply. You snort at the action.

Opening the folder, you quickly scanned through its contents. Yeah, the scores are low alright. One 35 over 100, another being 40 over 97, is that a 24 over 83? You hum.

"That bad huh," Jeongin observes you. He crosses his arms while pressing his lips to a thin line.

"Hm. It's not as devastating as I thought, I can tell there was an effort in answering these at least," he quirked an eyebrow at your response.

Taking out the quiz you pulled an all-nighter to finish, you handed it to him. After seeing all the contents, Jeongin looks like the whole world just got destroyed in front of his eyes.

"Don't be so dramatic," you sigh, "It's just to see where you are general knowledge wise. No studying yet. I just want to consider how much and what you actually know."

"Alright," he slumps, feeling defeated. You smile at him for encouragement. That seemed to lift his mood up a little.

While he's busy answering your quiz, you take the time to list down notes about his quiz performances that can help you tutor him better. From what you can see, he seems to know general events quite well. It’s the details that are often lost to him. He’s not a hopeless case. An annoyed huff cuts off your concentration.

What a sight.

This made you chuckle to yourself. His hair is a bit of an adorable mess now from the constant running through it, eyes burning with what you could only hope is determination and not blazing anger over a subject, and his lower lip caught in a bite. As much as you hate to admit it, he's actually really cute like this. It’s the natural pretty boy charm, you guess. Jeongin is undoubtedly on the more handsome side. A platonic compliment, of course.

You continue to watch him with interest as he moves from question to question, shading the choices he thinks are correct. Did you mention the quiz is in multiple choice? Yeah, you couldn't be bothered to make him do essays or fill in the blanks. Especially if you're the one checking it afterwards. That, and torturing him like that on the first day would be plain cruel. 100% would do it, but he's been a lot nicer to you so far.

"I'm done," Jeongin announces enthusiastically while handing you the paper, "I think this is the best I've done in a history quiz!"

Oh no. That always ends up badly. You know how they say that when you think something is really easy, then you're probably doing it wrong? Yeah.

You scan over his answers and end up internally crying over the results. You were right. It did end up badly. He got more than 6 answers correctly though! Your realization of the forced optimism crashes on you like a brick. Coughing unsurely, you pushed the paper back towards him.

"A-am I—should I be impressed?"

Jeongin groans in defeat. He sadly melts on the chair like goo. Poor him. He’s really trying. You just really can’t force yourself to ace something you don’t know. Tapping your finger on the table, you glance at him. If you squint, you could probably see his soul trying to escape his body.

"One hour won't be enough," you sigh.

Looks like you two have a lot to do.

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Heyyy! Can I request a funny interaction between the van Zieks brothers (pre-Professor) set at a ball/party? Maybe Barok gets into shenanigans

Thank you very much for your request! This is going to be a little tricky – not only is this my very first request, but it also taps into headcanon for a younger Barok and for Klint. This may not turn out perfectly, but I appreciate the challenge, and I hope it's good enough to be enjoyable at least. I have never stopped to consider the way young Barok would have acted before, which is a shame since I think he's so cute.

Fandom: Ace Attorney (TGAA2) Characters: Klint van Zieks, Barok van Zieks Content warning: Alcohol consumption

It is a great honour to be invited to a celebration of the high aristocracy – one of such high status that even I, a Director of Prosecutions... cannot claim the certainty of whom invited us, or what it is we are celebrating. Crass as it sounds, it is common enough occurence that I have long put an end to my needless attempts to learn more about the hosts. It was a quite boring activity, not unlike the parties themselves... It must be said, however, that on this occasion I could not bear to decline the invitation, when for the first time, it presented the name of Barok, my enthusiastic younger brother.

The young man is trying his best to hide the fact that he spent almost the entire day preparing. "- Klint... It's but a trifle, but I do hope I look presentable. - But of course. You have nothing to worry about. - Oh, I wasn't worried. I just thought appropriate to make sure." Right, I'm sure. Oft under dressed, Barok spent a lot of the day choosing a proper coat, to land on a surprisingly humble wisteria-coloured cloak with golden trimming – its main colour not too dissimilar to that of his hair. Truth be told, regardless how much effort he puts into dressing himself, the man will stand out for his scruffy appearance. Although I appointed him to our family's estimed coiffeur, he inevitably winds up with asymmetrical strands of hair curtaining his forehead... now what could inspire such an odd choice? That I have wondered often, but cannot spend any more time pondering at the moment, for a diversity of guests are greeting us. Oh, what a pleasure to see you, Sir, uhm... Ah, Stronghart, my apologies. Of course, I remember the hearty conversation we've had. Oh, and Herr Sholmes, what brings you... Sorry? By the time I run into, and begin a passionating conversation with my dear mentor, I'm embarrassed to admit I've forgotten all about my little brother.

"- Oh, Klint... Here you are." Recognising Barok's voice, my face becomes flushed. I truly, completely neglected to look after him. Just a minute after my mentor left my side to greet some old friends of his, the endearing ruffian grabs my arm, a glass chalice half-full of wine in his other hand. "- Ah, Barok... I've been wondering what you were up to. - Oh, not much." His ungraceful chuckle trails for a little too long. My eyes narrow of their own. "- Have you introduced yourself to other guests? - No, no, I'm too... shy, really." Really, now? "- Then... - I've been... admiring the architecture of the place, and giving a listen to some passionate folks' tirades. I've been enjoying some of this wine, t– - I could tell. Barok, I'd appreciate if you could pace yourself before you embarrass us... - Oh please, don't worry." I'm worried that his drink is going down quite quick. If I am to trust his wording, it wouldn't be his first serving either. Perhaps I should make a better effort to ensure he doesn't wander off again. "- But truly," he continues, "the place is quite nice, though the unending din is unpleasant. I've been paying attention to folks who spoke loudly, with passion for what they were saying – I think they noticed, and appreciated it. - Why didn't you identify yourself to them? - Please... on my own, I have no claim to fame. But I'll make sure to remember who they were, for whenever it is appropriate." All I'm hearing is – I will have much work to do in explaining who is that eccentric I brought in my company this evening. Though I can only blame myself...

"- One claimed to be a famous scientist. He... Ah, I will have to tell Albert about this. - Albert? Now who would that be? - Uhm."

After looking nervously away from my direction, he finishes his glass of wine, before carrying on:

"- I meant... Mr. Harebrayne, as you know him. - Oh." A fellow student of London University, if I recall. An improper-looking friend of Barok's, to whom I've been introduced. "- I didn't know you were quite so close. - We... maintain a good friendship." Well, Mr. Harebrayne matters very little. I'm reassured to see that his chalice did indeed have a bottom. His speech changes cadence every other word, which is unsurprising; he is not an experienced drinker. "- Anyhow... Before I... lost sight of you... I saw you talk to many different people. None of which I was acquainted with. - ...Perhaps it's time we change that, my dear brother." Indeed, as he talked, I noticed two good colleagues of mine walking in our direction. "- Lord van Zieks! Would you do us the pleasure of introducing us? You look to be accompanied by your young brother you told us so much about. - Barok, would you?" This is a risk, of course. Young Barok lacks in confidence, and any introduction of his will be drawn out and exaggerated... ... ... "- ...Of course, Mister, my brother and I would be happy to taste more wine."

Such are the words that come out of my mouth when a polite servant walks up to us, flaunting a good bottle... Barok is having a good conversation; evidently, loosening up does no harm to the man.

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Double Media Feature

So if Die Hard, Sirens, and Brooklyn 99 had a baby...it would be this. It is hilarious. A bomb diffuse team on NYE trying to beat a record. It's short, it's great, it's got Jacobi, Loveless, and Eiffel from Wolf 359. I laughed out loud and started talking to the podcast.

So what am I working on while I do this?

I am revitalizing a copy of Maurice I bought from a used book store that fell apart upon opening it. I think the person who originally bought it never read it. It was a really copy glued together size 9 font affair with no margins. Add to this the fact that the book is close to 30 years old....and you can imagine the amount of damage. Maurice one of my favorite books. I think I like it for the reasons that other people like Jane Austen. I don't really care for Jane Austen, but I love the movie adaptations. They're great background noise. Plot wise though I get frustrated because it's still the upper class discarding the lower class (I am looking at you Sense and Sensibility) or supposing to lean into challenging class expectations by doing exactly what is best case scenario (That would be you Pride and Prejudice). The only one I really liked was Lady Susan and really I liked that one because it was SO much like Les Liaisons dangereuses.

Maurice is a favorite because Maurice chooses Alec and Alec chooses him. They really do forsake EVERYTHING for one another. I guess it's like what Pride and Prejudice would be if Darcy really did pick someone beneath him and the story was told from his side....or if any of the men in Sense and Sensibility had actually stood by any of the women they had knocked up or abandoned. It's more romantic to me I guess because it's.....

Yupe it's both of them going full Carly Rae Jepsen.

I've managed to get the thing type set correct, got the page numbers on there and did a few additions for my own sake. The joys of binding means that I can make the book "better."

Really by better I mean more user friendly. I've added a table of contents, and about halfway though an index (I had to redo it twice now, it's hard on the spirit to have SUCH failure), and the update of the global stance of homosexuality for 2022. I'm currently at over 100 hours on this project, but I think it's well worth the time given that legislation I saw take root in Virginia. I worry for the state of minority and queer texts with things like that in the wings, but to be fair I also worry about another Hays Code era given that some of the books tangled up in that lawsuit are straight couples.

This is how these things kind of start....legislation and the law can be dangerous. But maybe I'm paranoid. But...given what Texas and Florida and even Georgia have going on...needless to say I'm cultivating avenues to protect banned/challenged books. We always say it's to protect kids, but it's really about just removing chances to curate empathy I think. It's to casually and quietly make people "weird" or "strange" and in doing so make children grow up believing that those people might be wrong or evil. That's how you teach children hatred.

Now thinking about what I'm doing....I guess Maurice was the right choice to bind and customize. The whole book Maurice is struggling with who he is...

When I'm finished, DM me if you would like a copy of my edition? Anyone interested in my hundred of notes regarding the symbolism that I did when I was proofing my screwed up print outs that @evil-robot-cat had to pep talk me through?

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An Introduction to 'Wet Leg'

My knowledge of Wet Leg began one night when I was on a video call with my best friend. We both have pretty busy lives, so in consequence, we don't get to hang out nearly as much as we'd like to. This is why we try to make the effort to video call once each week to spend hours catching up on the happenings in each other's lives. It kind of began in the 2021 lockdown and has continued on since then and we have been pretty consistent!

This night we had already been talking for a couple hours and I was scrolling through my Facebook feed on my new computer while listening to her speak. This is where I see the name 'Wet Leg' for the first time. It pops up in my feed multiple times within a short space and I was immediately captivated and intrigued by the name - mostly because the name means absolutely nothing and does not infer anything at all about what the music would sound like. This is something I find really exciting!! I share this finding with my friend and I instantly jump onto Spotify to listen to what was their most streamed song at the time, 'Chaise Longue'. We were in hysterics after hearing the opening verse. "I went to school and I got the big D"??? Genius.

Despite adoring the music I was listening to, I did not do any further investigation on Wet Leg for another couple of months, until my sister plays "Chaise Longue" and Harry Styles' cover of "Wet Dream" on what my family calls 'YouTube Night' - where we each go around and play a music video of our own choice and enjoy each other's music (and company). Needless to say, I was hooked and I added 'Wet Dream' and 'Chaise Longue' to my driving playlist, which is essentially my current rotation playlist at this point, to be honest.

Tonight, I decided that it was finally time that I deep dive into Wet Leg's small discography by listening to their self-titled debut album. I must say, what a great debut record! I find it simultaneously gives the energy of a breath of fresh air and also a throwback. It is really cheeky and clever and it seems very simple on the surface, but I find it really interesting. The singles are perhaps a little misleading to the rest of the album content, as they were more upbeat compared to the album cuts, however, they still did not disappoint!

Some of the tracks that have really stood out to me upon first listen were Wet Dream, Chaise Longue, Ur Mum, Being In Love, Convincing, and Too Late Now. I find the lyrical content so clever and fucking genius. The play on words, the vocal delivery, the use of humour... SO well done.

Upon watching all of Wet Leg's accompanying music videos for this album, it is clear they have established a distinct aesthetic which complements their music incredibly well. It is incredibly fun, humourous, fairly non-sensical, and such a joy to watch. Their visuals feel very homemade and D.I.Y, which I actually really enjoy! It goes to show that they don't take themselves too seriously and shows off what a fun bunch they are.

I look forward to seeing Wet Leg in their future musical endeavours! I will definitely be keeping an ear out for new content from them. They got me! I'm sold. Wet Leg are just fantastic. Give Wet Leg's debut self-titled album a listen now!

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A Short Hike

by adamgryu

Genre: Adventure, Platformer

Pitch: The real hike up the mountain is the friends you made along the way. A cozy, relaxed adventure of traversal challenges and running errands.

My expectations: I played this game almost three years ago. I finished it, I liked it, I never understood the passionate adoration for it.

Review:

A Short Walk defaults (left) to "chunky pixels," with options for higher resolutions (right).

You know what games people like? Animal Crossing and Zelda’s Wild Breath.

A Short Hike takes place on a cute, little island populated by cute, little animals with cute, little errands they can’t be bothered to do themselves. Fishing, digging up clearly marked spots, watering plants, buying hats, knocking money out of rocks with a shovel… Animal Crossing was more than an influence or inspiration. The look is copied. The music is copied. The only things that aren’t stolen from Animal Crossing come from Zelda.

All the aforementioned activities lead, after a fashion, to collecting gold feathers, which function as stamina. Increased stamina is vital for climbing taller cliffs. The primary goal is to reach a mountain peak, which means a whole lotta climbing and gliding and falling. And in case you’re thinking, “Lots of games have climbing and stamina,” there are a few unmarked digging spots with a striking resemblance to Korok seed puzzles.

It’s a fusion that works, though. This is a breezy, harmless romp (an hour to reach credits; several more for 100% completion) that’s packed with charm. Charm copied from other, better games, but as fan art goes, A Short Hike reaches impressive heights.

+ Animal Crossing and Wild Breath, innit? Two great tastes that taste great together. + Loads of side quests and hidden treasures for those who care; the freedom to ignore most of that for those who don't. + Nails just about everything it set out to do. Indie games often reach beyond their means, and that's not the case here. Nothing's sloppy or unfinished. + As someone who plays PC games with a third-party Switch controller that games natively mistake for an Xbox controller, I can't tell you how nice it is when a game lets me redefine a button and chose how that's button prompts will look in game. No need for Steam Big Picture workarounds! It says "A" and I press the A Button!

– The whole time I was playing, I was thinking about how much more fun I would have with the real Zelda and Animal Crossing. Of course, those games are a significantly bigger time investment, and they carry hefty price tags, so maybe A Short Walk is a better choice for you. – I love simple controls! We don't need all those buttons! But maybe a game where the primary actions are talking, jumping, and climbing shouldn't use the same button for all three. – One active item at a time, with no shortcuts. The item menu places every item in a straight line, not a circle or a grid, adding needless steps when switching items. Picking up a new item automatically makes it active. Minor but irritating. – SPOILER/CONTENT WARNING: There's some sick mom stuff that comes out of nowhere. I'm going to assume the writer is injecting something real and personal with this story beat. That emotional challenge could be the reason he made this game. Whatever the case, it is tonally disorienting. There are hints of darkness here and there—grumbling about college debt, bones popping out of the graves for us sickos who can't resist using a shovel everywhere—but this is the only moment that I thought truly broke the cheery, escapist tone. Maybe that contrast is supposed to make it hit harder, but it didn't work for me at all, and it seems like a potentially nasty surprise for those who really need a few hours of cheery escapism.

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Bottom Line: Couldn't be more derivative, but that won't stop the dopamine from flowing as you scale rocks and compulsively gather shells. Not a full meal, but a very tasty snack. Just watch out for that story twist if you have any sensitivities.

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sankarsvoice · 2 years

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Advantages and Disadvantages of Machine Translation

Translation has been a part of human lives for a long time. There are literary works by great authors such as Jane Austen and Shakespeare that over the years have been translated into thousands of languages for people all across the globe to enjoy. Even our holy books such as the Geeta and the holy Bible have been translated thousands of times over the years.

However, the phenomenon of machine translation is new. Like relatively new. But it indeed has quickly, just like any other technology, become a mass hit and one of the widely used tools these days. But if you had to choose between machine translation and traditional means of translation, which one would you go for? Tough question, isn't it?

Well, to ease such a dilemma, we have brought you this post, explaining both the advantages and disadvantages of machine translation and hopefully making it easier for you to make a wise choice. However, before we move to that, let us understand what machine translation is all about.

What is machine translation?

In its simplest form, machine translation simply means translating content from one language to another without any human input involved in the process.

Wikipedia explains machine translation as, "A sub-field of computational linguistics that investigates the use of software to translate text or speech from one language to another. On a basic level, MT performs mechanical substitution of words in one language for words in another, but that alone rarely produces a good translation because recognition of whole phrases and their closest counterparts in the target language is needed. Not all words in one language have equivalent words in another language, and many words have more than one meaning.

Solving this problem with corpus statistical and neural techniques is a rapidly-growing field that is leading to better translations, handling differences in linguistic typology, translation of idioms, and the isolation of anomalies,"

Translation was deemed as one of the first computer applications of computer power, starting somewhere around 1950 (as per phrase.com) but the complexity of the entire process made it a challenge that took much longer to be met with than was expected. Machine translation, often abbreviated as MT, can be of three main types as well. These include:

1. Rules-Based Machine Translation

2. Statistical Machine Translation

3. Neutral Machine Translation

Factors determining the usage of machine translation:

If you choose to opt for machine translation, what are the factors you should consider before doing that? Wondering if there are even things to consider in this aspect? Well, yes, there are. Here are those:

a) Budget available to you

b) The industry involved for which the translation is to be used (for instance, technical industries require better precision)

c) Your data quantity

d) The language pairs you require.

Let's all agree that translation is a complex process, be it mechanical or traditional/human. So, it is important to keep all the above points in mind before making a choice. And when making a choice, it is integral to understand the advantages and disadvantages of that as well. So, without further adieu, let us see a few advantages and disadvantages of machine translation:

Advantages:

a. Quick/ Speed: Computer works at the speed of lightning when compared to humans. Hence, it is needless to say that machine translation is as quick as it can get, allowing you to translate a million words in a mere second.

b. Suitable for large-scale work: The idea of a person translating an entire set of encyclopedia seems somewhat daunting, isn't it? But it's simply a piece of cake when we consider it from the AI point of view. Hence, for the bulk load of work, machine translation is the best option to choose.

c. Cost-effective: Machine translation is comparatively cost-effective when compared to human translation. Even though there are several high-scale translation services available in India, the cost of it might prompt you to rethink your budget. Especially if it's a large-scale assignment. On the other hand, even though you might not be able to translate large quantities of content using Google Translate, it allows a fair amount of translation at practically zero cost.

d. Efficient: It is needless to say that machines are more efficient than humans even if they are created by humans. MT is relatively more efficient compared to human translation, given there is no comparison between the two when it comes to criterion such as speed or real-time workspace communication.

Disadvantages:

a. Accuracy: Accuracy is one of the integral factors to keep in mind while working with translation tools and translating content into different languages, especially when it comes to technical content, important company proposals, etc. Even though computers and AI-aided products are known for accuracy, when it comes to accuracy in translation, it is a drawback that cannot be undermined. Many times, it is seen that the translation is not accurately identical with the input that we provide.

b. Conciseness: Any document/text/ content, if concise and to the point, makes more sense to the readers than a lengthy one. When using MT, this is another drawback that has been seen where additional words are changed and added to the text during the translation process, making the content much lengthier and even in some instances difficult to understand.

c. Poor Quality: The above two points clearly make us question whether the quality of output is even agreeable enough. Due to the lack of accuracy and conciseness, it makes for a poor-quality output.

d. Lack of Precision: The computer is a very straightforward guy. We add input, it does some calculations and gives us a straightforward output. However, when it comes to translation, things can't be so candid. Certain context needs to be evaluated and understood and then translated, which is something MT fairly lacks.

Translation is a time-consuming and complex process. Hence, the decision to use a certain translation tool or method should also be undertaken after thorough consideration. Both MT and human translation have their own pros and cons. There are several translation services as well as voice over artists in India and other such experts who can also help you with your translation needs. In the end, however it all comes down to one thing and that is, making the right choice.

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decadentcollectorenemy · 2 years

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10 Things We All Hate About WATCH After Ever Happy 2022 FULL MOVIE

"I target a lot of on the earlier and the many troubles I've had and all the issues I have taking place that it doesn't allow me to enjoy dwelling my lifetime"™

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- The Not happy Individual

A person lives with one next at a time. On a daily basis We've 86,400 second to spend them how we elect. When you issue out time you happen to be asleep you continue to have loads of seconds each day. If I explained to you which you can devote 86,400 dollars and have two,000,000 pounds in return you should soar within the offer you. Exact same matter with our time. Our time is truly worth a lot more than money, You should spend it appropriately. Commit your seconds for appreciation, gratitude, Pleasure, accomplishment, advancement, enhancement of the character, and various issues. Let on your own Stay a good daily life so you by yourself will enhance the life of the persons all-around.

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Allow for you to think about the present seconds, will not think of the previous times of your lifetime and do not look forward to your long run. The one thing that issues is this next and Whatever you are going to do with it.

"Spend Seconds, Get Hundreds of thousands"

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You'll have tranquil feelings about the long run after getting discovered the existing moments in your daily life. Should you at any time really feel overcome just take into account that regardless of what minute you have got in front of you is the moment that matters, nothing at all else. Prevent looking to run away from the happiness and uncover contentment with each second in front of you.

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Everybody would like to be content, needless to say, and everyone warrants joy. It is part of excellent psychological and psychological wellness being delighted. Daily life is meant to become loved. Nonetheless, it may be difficult to be delighted in the course of difficult times for instance what the planet is suffering from now In this particular Covid19 pandemic of huge implications.

Joy just isn't constantly effortless to accomplish, and it is especially not easy to really feel pleasure when things are going terribly. These are typically hard and Peculiar periods which no-one ever would've expected. Good points and poor items arrive in to the lives of Every person who at any time lived around the earth. On the other hand, generally contentment is attainable While there will be rough patches come to everyone through their lifetimes.

Although individuals have been suffering from loneliness and despair through this period of self isolation and social distancing with stay at your home orders obtaining been in position for a while for A great deal with the populace of the earth, it is important to keep a constructive mental Mindset. Eventually items can get back again to standard, and it will be less difficult if we could retain our spirits up.

Gratitude is commonly mentioned for being something which Every of us ought to observe despite What's going on in our lives. Becoming grateful for what you have is one method to sense contentment. Whatever is going on or has happened within our life, there is often someone that is even worse off. We must always depend our blessings routinely.

If we and our families have not been personally impacted because of the Covid19 virus, we will come to feel grateful and pleased that we have been stored Risk-free. If We've got experienced loved ones or buddies who may have tested positive with the virus, have experienced the signs and symptoms and recovered, as well as maybe have died from the virus, we have to keep a favourable mental Mind-set. This is simpler claimed than carried out when grief and hardship prevail. When complicated periods appear, we have to temperature the storm and try to get back a way of calm.

It is necessary not to dwell around the earlier and to own religion in what the future will deliver. Planning for an even better working day and hope for the future may help to convey joy into our lives.

The incarceration of innocent Japanese Individuals and immigrants from Japan throughout Earth War II into camps brought Considerably hardship. It had been tricky for individuals to get happy during the camps. Young children and adolescents who ended up placed there did truly feel a diploma of pleasure since they designed buddies. The more mature folks experienced a difficult time, plus they WATCH After Ever Happy 2022 FULL MOVIE weren't proud of the loss of their liberty. However, they persevered and finally factors did recuperate whenever they ended up produced once the war ended and ended up capable to resume their lives as cost-free citizens. It wasn't uncomplicated, but most had been capable of finding pleasure once again as their life ultimately returned to a sense of normalcy.

The pandemic is often a disaster of immeasurable proportions of hardship and despair. Pleasure is often achieved and maintained which has a beneficial psychological attitude and faith Later on. Seeking to remain pleased may perhaps have a supreme exertion, but it really pays off eventually.

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