#training for egg and spoon race

[shepherds-of-haven]

I need to know Lena please, who wins in an egg and spoon race?

I think it's a cluster tie between Blade, Lavinet, and Chase, depending on the circumstances! Physically, Blade is the most capable of winning, but to the point where he would be absolutely puzzled by this concept because it doesn't present a challenge at all. You just... walk while balancing a spoon on an egg? Like that's hard? Even blindfolded, he would be so baffled by the concept that I think it would actually trip him up a bit, like surely there's something else to be done here... So while he's ??? (or maybe not even participating because he doesn't see the point), Lavinet and Chase come in for the steal. Lavinet because her etiquette and posture training (walking smoothly and elegantly, even while balancing books on her head) prepared her for this, and Chase because he's naturally extremely agile and adept. However, I think Chase would be easily distracted or would have more fun trying to get other people to drop their eggs or messing with them, so Lavinet might ultimately be the one to come out on top!

After that, it goes:

Blade - Chase - Lavinet

Halek - Tallys (both equally physically capable, but both also quite non-urgent in pace)

Red

Trouble

Caine

Riel - Shery (naturally the slowest but both have a good sense of balance that they wouldn't drop the egg while moving at an average pace) - Ayla (extremely fast but likely to drop her egg a few times and then start getting tripped up out of rage from being forced to start over from the beginning) - Briony (extremely likely she would either drop or crush her egg out of excitement several times)

Thanks for your question!

#Shepherds of Haven #spoon and egg race #spoon and egg #hypothetical scenario #race #all characters

[zoesblogsposts]

o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

#second language #language #learning #rory gilmore #smart #tips

[evilminji]

Back at it again? With more BNHA? My goodness!

See, in one my WIP, which haunts me like a cursed Victorian doll in the night, chanting to me my sins from beneath the floorboards, I got a few OCs. As ya do. Gotta flesh out that world building. And I am ALWAYS a ho for some sweet, sweet SI-OC action!

Because the stranger in a strange land, can see what SHOULD be mundane and familiar anew! There are Moral Quandries! You get to put your sticky lil gremlin fingers ALL over the set dressing and look inside those boxes they put in the background of the scenes! What's IN there? Secrets? We bet it's SECRETS.

Tis the BEST, really. I enjoy it.

But of course! If it's BNHA then we must assign Randomly Gifted Genetic Fuckry(tm) : The Super Powers Edition. Where in? My love of "immediately obvious powers are for cowards. There are no such things as weak powers, only weak and uncreative minds" comes into plaaaay~

I! Want! WEIRD QUIRKS!

Supposedly "minor" ones! That everyone says "oh that's a minor power. Sucks for you" and expects you to just leave it at that! Give up. Like you're some sort of fuckin CASUAL.

HA!

Nah, we pushing this fucker until REALITY breaks. You are gonna be legitimately asking "how the FUCK did you do that!?" And the answer is Will Power, Spite, and "Cause Fuck You, I'm Awesome".

Which of course, is how we got Kimiko. The most high femme, kawaii, little pastel pink bundle of Rage and Bloodlust the Heroics world has ever seen. She is that stage of little girl where they like to wear tiaras, princess dresses, and want to MURDER EVERYTHING. But never grew out of it.

She grew IN to it.

Got a lot of rage, that one. Probably because everyone is all "ooooh, kimi! Your Quirk is so CUTE! You'll be such a good housewife! Such a good sweets maker! Aren't you so CUTE! Let's all infantalize Kimi!" *murder intensifies*

She can turn part of what she is touching into Marshmallow.

*slaps a hand on your shoulder* There are NO restrictions on that~☆! ANYTHING she touchs. Is she touch you? Air? The ground? This building we are standing in? Wanna keep talkin shit? How do you feel about Marshmallow lungs? Enough training and eventually she can take out a building!

Cause Marshmallow? Not a very strong support. Ground under your high rise better be sturdy if you want it to hold, you know? Things to think about. Other things, are the "part of" aspect. Which she is slowly getting better at. Wanna see a trick? *a Marshmallow plops down on the table on the far side of the room* Still air! Still touching~.

Hope your technology is AIR TIGHT and not IN the air. Or moving through it at any concerning speeds. Like, say, a car. Fun thought! Don't fuck with her again! Kimi out! *removes threatening hand of possible Marshmallow Murder*

She's besties with the SI. Himiko. They are the Koko's and WILL be going to UA specifficaly because Kimi was told she couldn't make it. Himi wants nothing to do with this bullshit but is being dragged along like a cat in a harness.

She has my favorite super power. Egg.

Just... Egg.

Egg? Yes. She can summon eggs. Into the spoon. Like those challenge races. Except there is no race, its just her in her pjs trying to eat her damn breakfast. But SUPRISE! Raw egg. Full on, chicken egg in a shell, in your spoon. Perfectly balanced.

And in this iteration, it does have to be in a "spoon" or spoon-like shape. Defined as a bowl with a handle. The egg will fit the spoon. And? Most importantly! Not restricted to chicken eggs!!!

Tiny spoon? Tiny egg. Large spoon? Large egg.

Theoretically? Stadium sized spoon? Stadium sized egg of unknown species never to be seen on planet earth. Because YES. Those thought popping into your head. "Ha ha, what about a dodo eg-" Yeah, see, not ass funny when you actually DO that as a sleep deprived toddler because you HAVE TO KNOW. And now conservationists are hunting you for sport.

Do you have? ANY idea the lengths certain folks would go too to save endangered bird or frog species? If it comes out of an egg. Yes. She CAN make it. No risk of inbreeding for the already critically small populations. Just viable, healthy eggs. Ready to be incubated.

Took her an afternoon.

Needless to say... things get Exciting(tm). People need to be threatened. Himi gets lifelong job security at age four. Neat.

But!!! Not why I started writing! I had a THIRD OC child! Who never made it to the limelight! Gasp! I know! The secret comes out! I scrapped him in favor of Kimi. But his power was one I enjoy Pondering about!

Unlock. You can unlock doors. All doors.

No, you can't "unlock" the bonds between atoms or something. It has to be a Door. But! Begs the question, don't it? Would you... would you have "door sensing"? If there was a perfectly blended in or painted over door? Would you be able to say "it's right there"?

What happens if you use your ability on a tree? Doors are often made of wood. Would there be any effect? Even if no "opening" happened? Could you open metaphorical doors? If someone PAINTED a door, could you open a wall? If so, how deep? If we painted a cliff face, could you open a door to the other side of the mountain?

How far does you door opening power stretch?!

I understand you Izuku! I too, want to study these cool Quirks! See how far they can develop! No more strength quirks! More minor quirks with unusual applications! Woooo!

@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @mutable-manifestation @hypewinter

#bnha #minji's ponderings

[scenetocause]

any guesses as to how max and lando both wound up sick. just curious.

[cn: cheating]

"You haven't sucked me off for ages," Lando pouts. Max nearly chokes on his mouthful of avocado toast.

"Mate." His ears are turning pink, he can't look at Pietra. "What the fuck."

"Well it's true, you haven't." Lando says it primly, goes back to demolishing some poached eggs with gay - literally - abandon. Like he hasn't just derailed Max's life for the fiftieth and possibly worst time this week.

He's going to have to do it at some point so he glances round at Pietra, who at least doesn't look completely disgusted with him, just like she's contemplating ways to kill Lando. Which he's fully onboard with, actually. It could be a new date concept, if Lando's going to insist on coming along.

"No, I haven't," is all he can muster as a response.

-

The thing is. The thing is that Max knows he's being a little bit of a hypocrite on a whole bunch of levels. Because he used to come on all Lando and Luisa's dates and fill in all the ways Lando's a rubbish boyfriend by being a better one and she didn't seem to mind that Lando just doesn't count sleeping with Max as anything, so they'd carried on doing it. Max is also pretty good at being Lando's boyfriend, in terms of getting him to act normally.

But Max should've known it wasn't going to work the other way around. He'd been so careful to keep them separated, at first. Partly out of fear Pietra would realise he's very much not an F1 driver and realise she could do better but much more out of knowing this wasn't going to go down well with either of them. It's a hard sell "hey can my best friend, who's chronically weird, hang out with us all the time and also sometimes he has to spoon me for emotional support."

He's tried to find things in it for Pietra but she could go to Monaco anyway and have a more normal time. She's not that keen on coming to grand prix, although he thinks she would if it was his racing and let's not take that train of thought too far to the depression station.

And Lando can't act normal about him and Max doesn't want him to. Was maybe trying to provoke this by getting a girlfriend in the first place - which isn't fair, that's not why he's dating her, it's just that something makes him want Lando's attention as much as Lando wants to give it to him and if they could ever just make that work they'd probably be a lot more normal.

The problem, really, is that Lando feels much more like forever than his girlfriend does. Which is pretty cursed, especially when he's openly sabotaging Max in the middle of brunch.

-

She doesn't bring it up with him, probably because there's nothing to talk about. Max had caved under about one minute of scrutiny from her about the nature of his relationship to Lando and then promised they weren't like that anymore and then slept with Lando the second he touched down in Nice.

Which is bad. He knows it's bad. He objectively knows this is bad boyfriend stuff and he doesn't want to be that, he wants to make things work and be in love and get married and have kids. Be normal - except that he can't.

It's like the stupid mess in his brain. He could just not have whatever makes him demotivated and mopey for days on end and it'd be better. Simpler, at least. Make more sense for the way his life's supposed to be going but instead he's had Lando fussing over him for a week because Max accidentally said some depressed stuff even though he'd been pretending that wasn't really going on anymore and now Lando's trying to add every possible enrichment to his enclosure.

Which is how they've ended up in Max's bedroom, Lando's hair freshly clipped and stream done, with Lando trying to get his cock in Max's mouth.

"Will you," he bats Lando's hand away from his hair, "just stay still and let me do this?"

"I'm trying to help." Lando sounds way too aggrieved for a man about to get a blow job. "It's been so long maybe you've forgotten how to - ah"

Max hums, knowing how good that feels when someone's got their mouth round your dick and then relaxes his throat, leans into it. Feels himself drooling on Lando's dick at the same time as Lando settles back into the mattress, sighs out how much he's enjoying it.

"Ah, that's so good - you're so good."

It's embarrassing how easily taken apart Max is by the praise.

Lando's fingers thread through his hair and he doesn't fight it, this time. "I missed you, baby," Max groans at the nickname, dick twitching. "I missed this, missed us."

It's a good job there's a dick halfway down Max's throat so he can't say anything stupid like 'me too, buddy.'

Lando's leaking already, messy in Max's mouth when he swipes his tongue over the head, lapping at it. He always gets so needy for it, whimpering and whining and pushing his hips up in desperate little circles - it's like the opposite of the way he fucks Max, all deliberateness. Like this he's just a helpless kitten, biting his own fist to try and stifle the noises he's making.

Max pulls off for a second, strokes Lando's hip, when he's getting really desperate. "It's ok," he says, trying to guide Lando, get him to turn the overwhelming sensation into a conclusion and Lando just whimpers again, biting his lip.

He comes into Max's mouth a minute later, back arching and Max lies down, head on Lando's tummy, to kiss his heaving abs afterwards. Lando pulls him up after a minute, holds him and Max's erection isn't so urgent he can't enjoy it for awhile.

When Lando returns the favour, chaotically sucking Max's balls while he's jacking him off, it doesn't take long either for Max to come or for the guilt to sink in. He can't come up with an excuse for why he can't stop doing this, only the inevitability that he won't.

-

They both claim their sore throats are from golfing or the rain or hayfever or something. Lando smuggles Max back to Monte Carlo two days later and fucks him in every room.

#emptyhalf fic

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tta finale (original)

“Last time, on Total Takes Action: our final three competed in an all-out, extra dramatic laser tag challenge with a few… twists. Alliances were formed, friendships were broken, and it was Peter who took the fall to give Scruffy a chance at the finale. With just one exciting challenge left, I’m sure you’re all wondering who will win- and there’s only one way to find out: right here, right now, on Total! Takes! Action!”

The sky is clear and blue, the pigeons are cooing, and the smell of breakfast sausage is filling the air as Scruffy and O wait in a very short line for their complementary “final two breakfast” in the craft services tent. 

Chef heaps a few sausages, eggs, and waffles on each plate and shoos the players off, both of which immediately gravitate towards the opposite ends of the picnic table and eat in silence. Scruffy paces around their end of the table, swiping forks, knives, and spoons, just in case. O draws a little smiley face on his plate with syrup. 

---

O: “Well… this is it,”

---

SCRUFFY: “Today’s the big day,”

---

O: “I can’t believe how far I made it,”

---

SCRUFFY: “I can’t believe how far O made it,”

---

O: “I’m not exactly winning material… but then again, neither is Scruffy,”

---

SCRUFFY: “He’s a big softie. Not nearly as well-trained, unless you count psychology- but then again, I’m an expert at that, too. He’s just gone to- ugh- “therapy”. Who has therapy helped?”

---

O: “I’m thinking that once I get back, winnings or not, I might cancel my sessions with Dr. Anderson. I feel like… I don’t know. Pathologizing my problems has made them worse, somehow. Maybe it’s time to try a different approach. The… Scruffy approach, I guess,”

---

SCRUFFY: “Still, I can’t help but wonder if all of this dedication- all the hours I’ve spent rewatching the original show, all my community college classes, all my reading and training- has really helped me get here. I’ve been missing an obvious pattern. If only I could figure out what that is…”

---

 O looks up from his syrup smile and waves at Scruffy. “Hey, bro. Good luck today,”

Scruffy blinks. “Um… okay,”

“Attention, campers! Your final challenge starts in five minutes out by the trailers. Time to bring your A-Game!”

---

Scruffy and O stand an arm’s length apart as Chris paces between them, humming to himself. “You’ve lived. You’ve loved. You’ve laughed. And most importantly, you’ve lost. Today is the final test of strength, wits, smarts and endurance- both of you will enter, but only one will emerge a hero. And with a big fat check,” Chris chuckles. 

“Today’s final challenge is a multi-part rendezvous across the set. You will start here and make your way through the city,” 

Scruffy immediately jumps into a running stance, ready to take off. 

Chris grins. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The first leg of your race to the finish line was inspired by your very first challenge here- the birdocalypse. Thousands of territorial birds are having their afternoon nap on the city set. Wake them up, and you might have a problem,” he goes on. “After that, you’ll make your way through a ghost-filled maze, inspired by the video game and period flick challenges. Once you’re out, you’ll run the final stretch to Lot B- a functional studio next door. The first to arrive wins the prize. Ready?”

Scruffy and O exchange nervous glances. 

“Go!”

The two don't run, but awkwardly walk off in the same direction, as if taking a pleasant afternoon stroll. 

O’s eyes drift over to Scruffy and he winces. 

---

O: “Is it weird to ask them for advice? I feel like it’s weird, but…”

---

“Hey, dude,” O says, looking over. “I know we’re competing and all, but-”

“Shh!” Scruffy interrupts him, holding a finger to their lips. They point ahead, where a black mass is covering the city set- it’s almost like an oil spill, but instead of the viscous glimmering liquid, it’s hundreds of sleeping crows. 

Scruffy goes first while O hangs back, looking ahead nervously. The former moves through the set, stepping over birds on the road and ducking under birds on the street signs and lamps. They delicately step, roll, and skip through the set with expert agility while O watches on. 

---

SCRUFFY: “This isn't so hard! Just a little yoga moves and some spatial awareness. Maybe I haven’t lost my zing after all!”

---

Scruffy reaches the other side and turns to wave at O- in a clearly taunting way. O crosses his arms and glares. 

---

O: “Yeah- no chance of friends there,”

---

Scruffy reaches the mouth of the maze and chuckles. “Easy. Is this all you got, Chris?”

Chris rolls his eyes and pulls out a large remote. His thumb hovers over the big red button on the surface for a few moments, taunting Scruffy, before he slams it and the maze lifts off the ground and begins rotating on a large metal plate. 

Scruffy watches the ground disappear beneath them and sighs. 

---

SCRUFFY: “WHY would I say that? That’s the easiest mistake to avoid on this show!”

---

Back on the city set, O tip-toes over the birds, nearly stumbling over each one. He’s breathing heavily, and almost falls over at least ten times. 

But, he reaches the end and sighs before jogging off. O reaches the entrance of the rotating maze and gawks at it. 

“Yeahhhh,” Chris grins. “Don’t worry, though, we’re prepared for this.”

Chef wheels out a canon. 

---

Scruffy wanders through the maze, dizzy and unbalanced as it spins around itself. They’re about as green as their hair, but still pressing on nonetheless. 

---

SCRUFFY: “I’ve been trying to improve my gag reflex since island. I’m usually pretty good, but I have… a thing about other people getting sick in front of me. As long as that doesn’t happen, I’m set,”

---

O’s screams echo, growing closer and closer before he slams into the concrete of the maze behind Scruffy, leaving a hole in the ceiling. He coughs. 

“Don’t throw up!” Scruffy shouts. 

O stands, rubbing his head. “Wasn’t gonna. Don’t worry, man, I’ll leave you be,”

Scruffy nods and the two run in opposite directions. 

---

O: “I get it! Scruffy has nothing to get from me, so why would I bother them?”

---

Scruffy steps through the maze, scratching their head as it spins. “This isn’t good. I’m all turned around,”

Chris’ voice blares over the intercom: “That’s the point, Total Drama Genius!”

They sigh and hold onto the wall while stumbling along. The maze suddenly lurches and begins turning in the opposite direction, sending Scruffy tumbling to the ground. They groan and sit up against the wall. “It’s hopeless. I keep lying to myself and telling myself I can do this, but I can’t! I don’t know what I’m doing,” they turn to the camera. “I’m sorry, Jules.”

---

O walks along, faring much better than Scruffy. A light breeze tussles his hair and he turns to where it’s coming from- and just around that corner, a beam of sunlight filters through. He grins and jogs forward. 

As he rounds the corner and sees the exit, though, he hears a loud cry. The sound of Scruffy’s wailing carries through the maze, and it stops O in his tracks. 

He hesitates. 

---

O: “I know I shouldn’t go back. I mean, what if it’s a trap? What if Scruffy is just trying to get my help and then dump me after? But…” he sighs. “I’m not like them. I’m a nice person, and there’s nothing weak about that.”

---

O turns and jogs off into the dark. 

---

Scruffy, curled into a ball on the floor, cries in anguish. 

“Hey? Dude?” 

They whimper loudly. O sits down next to them and sighs. 

“Listen, I’m not gonna try to fix your problems, ‘cause I know that’s not what you like,” O says. “But you should know that… well, you don’t have to win this. You’re not a weak person for not being mean and conniving like the people who get far on this show…”

“But I want to be!” they whimper, eyes full of tears. “I want to be Heather!”

“But you’re not… Heather,” O looks around awkwardly. “You shouldn’t want to be, either?”

“I’ve been studying this show since primary, I’ve taken all the classes, done all the research, trained to perfection- why am I so bad at this?”

O pats Scruffy’s shoulder. “You’re not. You’re good.”

“But not like you. You didn’t even try and you made it to the same exact spot I got to! I don’t get it. Were you a pawn? A twist villain I didn’t see coming?” Scruffy rocks back and forth. 

O raises an eyebrow. “Um… no… I don’t know, man, I’m just nice,”

“You can’t win just by being nice, I mean, that’s… that’s improbable! The nicest contestants always get got!” Scruffy says. “I’m nice! I’m not mean!”

“Yeah, man, but you’re kinda… uh, you know… you’re not the easiest to be around,”

Scruffy’s eyes water again. “Wh-what do you mean?”

O sucks in his breath through his teeth. “You’re… kind of intense, dude. All you talk about is the show, and, I mean… you’ve got some serious walls up, man,”

“I-I do not! Ask Jules, she’ll tell you! Julia knows!”

“Saying that one of the meanest contestants on the show knows you more than anyone is… not great, Scruffy. Haven’t you made any other friends?”

“Haven’t you?”

O frowns. “I guess not. But… I mean… I dunno,”

“When you say you’re nice, all I hear is that you’re a pushover. You let people use you!” Scruffy says, crossing their arms. “I’m not like that! I don’t like being pushed around!”

“Says the guy who went nuts cause they thought a girl would like them more if they won some dumb game show,”

“Says the guy who hasn’t had a single steady friendship since the show started!”

“Says the guy who needs to impress everyone with how great they are!”

“Says the guy who does the same thing, Dr. O!”

Both huff and turn away from each other. The intercom crackles to life and Chris’ voice sounds slightly peeved. “Hey, guys, this heart-to-heart has been great, but you are IN A CHALLENGE! Now get to it!”

The maze suddenly starts spinning faster, throwing Scruffy and O to opposite sides of the hall they were seated in. Each grab on to a corner of the black walling and hold on for dear life as they’re thrown around like they’re getting flushed down a toilet. 

“I- can’t- hold- on!” O shouts. 

“Take my hand!” Scruffy throws out an arm as O flies off the wall, catching him just in the nick of time. “Maybe I can be… nice after all!”

O smiles gratefully and nods. “Let’s get out of here!”

The two fashion makeshift ice picks out of the forks Scruffy had swiped from the craft services tent and rake their way up the wall as the maze spins even faster. 

“This way!” O instructs, retracing his earlier steps to the exit of the maze. The two reach the door and look to the ground below, where only a tiny kiddie pool was left to break their fall. 

“Ready?” O shouts. 

Scruffy nods. “On the count of three!”

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

The two hold hands as they jump, both screaming and flailing their free arms until they land in the shallow pool below. 

“We… we made it!” Scruffy shouts with glee as O coughs up a mouthful of water behind them. “We did it together!”

O stands. “We did, didn’t we? Together,” O puts an arm over Scruffy’s shoulder. “No strings attached.”

“No expectations,”

“No value!”

Scruffy nods. “Let’s wing this,”

The two start off on the final track, throwing the doors of a large set building open and running through it, approaching a final set of double doors. 

“Hey,” Scruffy jogs up to O. “May the best man win, right?”

O salutes them. “May the best man win!”

---

“And that’s the story of how I lost my first tooth,” Staci says. “And no one ever found the hammer.”

Caesar massages his temples. “Another fascinating story from Staci. Anyone else have something to add?”

Luckily, before someone else can add on, Bonnie runs on stage. Caesar sighs with relief. “Bonnie, here to save the day again! What’s the news?”

“They’re coming!”

Caesar squeals, and the peanut gallery turns to the double doors backstage in anticipation. “Can we get a countdown?”

“Five!” Ass and Courtney both lean forward, then notice each other and glare. 

“Four!” Sha-Mod and McLovin are busy giving each other crudely drawn stick ‘n poke tattoos of each other’s faces. 

“Three!” Julia shoves Patrick out of her face when he gets to close. 

“Two!” Mal blows a gum bubble and texts something on her phone. 

“One!” Bonnie takes a seat and Caesar puts a hand on their shoulder. 

The doors burst open, and O runs in. 

“The winner of Total Takes Action, everyone!” Caesar shouts. “O!”

A shower of confetti and balloons fall from the ceiling and the crowd cheers. A group of former contestants- Kelly, Al, Michela, and Peter- run from the stands and hoist O into the air, carrying him in. He laughs merrily.

They set him down in the hot seat and Caesar grins. "So, O, you've just won a season of Total Takes- what are you going to do next?"

"I think... first, I'm gonna split some of the winnings with my friends. Then I'm gonna take a long, long vacation,"

"You don't have to do that," Peter states. "We're just happy you made it back in one piece."

McLovin pipes up in the background. "Did somebody say One-"

"Anyway," Michela interrupts. "We were kind of planning on taking you out for a celebratory-or-consolation dinner, anyway. On us."

O smiles.

“What a season, what a cast!” Caesar says. “And here’s our runner up, Scruffy!”

Scruffy jogs in behind him, breathing heavily. Julia stands and runs to the doors, hugging Scruffy. “I missed you!”. The peanut gallery continues whooping and cheering, and O gives Scruffy a big thumbs up as Patrick storms over and tries to pull the two apart. 

Scruffy waves as the crowd cheers for them, then collapses as soon as Julia lets them go. 

Caesar turns to Bonnie. “Thoughts, feelings?”

“Not many. I’m a little hungry,”

“Oh, God, me too. Those finger sandwiches are three parts air, I swear,” Caesar says. “Dinner tonight?"

"You're on. Maybe we can tag with O's crew and eat free,"

"I like the way you think," Caesar winks.

“Well, this has been Total Takes Action- The Aftermath. We’ll see you all soon for- what’s this?” Caesar presses an earpiece, and then bursts out laughing. “Oh, my God- no- really, you’re joking? You’re not?” he turns to the audience. “Chris McLean has been arrested and is currently in custody for illicit activities!”

The crowd cheers even louder, the big screen rolls down and displays a live newscast. Chris is being led from the Action set in handcuffs, Chef and the interns watching from behind a police barricade.

"You CANNOT do this to me! Do you know who I am?!" Chris shouts. "Chef- call my lawyer- call the producers- call my mom!"

"You should've remembered our anniversary,"

"CHEF!"

The police drag Chris into the back of their squad car while he screams. The wind picks up and his hair detaches itself, flying away in the breeze.

"MY TOUPEE!"

Chef rolls his eyes. A white van pulls up just as the cops slam the door of their cruiser on Chris, and a team of hazmat-suited scientists hop out of the back. The broadcast ends and turns back to the studio, where a blonde woman with a tight face reads off the happenings to new viewers. The monitor turns off.

Scruffy sits up from the floor and raises an eyebrow. “What happened?”

“No official reasons yet,” Caesar says. “In due time, I suppose. In the meantime, we’ll-”

An intern runs over to the host and hands him a letter. He huffs and opens it. “It’s from Scary. It just says “told you so”,”

Bonnie rolls their eyes. 

“Well… if this is the end of the show, I just wanna say I'm glad we met. I'd be nowhere without you guys,” O says.

The former contestants turn to each other with warm smiles. 

“And yet… this can’t be the end,” Scruffy interjects. “We haven’t had a musical season yet!”

“Woah, woah, let’s save that for the Gemmy’s,” Caesar chuckles. “We’re about out of air time, but… I want to say that it’s been a hell of a season, everyone! See you all soon!”

#tta #total takes action

[my-biggest-disaster]

Sustenance Car

Side things that didn’t make it into Food Preference. Random bits that I wrote and finally feel comfortable sharing that didn’t fit well on main fic.

Each one will have an overall mood with it and the reason I cut it.

Ao3 link here soon

1/?

Sharp and Spice (Melancholy)

Reason: couldn’t think of a little Emmet thing to pair with it. It was going to be with a Plusle and Minun, but it would’ve made it double sad.

Blankshippers DNI

Age 26

Ingo held the sneaslets on his lap as his mentor attempted to spoon feed some medicine into the one of the little pokemon’s mouth. The Sneasel on his right kept dodging swiftly with minute movements, turning its head away even while delirious. The other tried to hold its sibling in place.

Two of the kits in Lady Sneasler’s litter had fallen a little bit ill that night.

As spring in the Highlands began, they had started to introduce the young boogle to the outer area of the den, well near the entrance and within a stride’s reach.

With the current Warden, Ingo, and Lady Sneasler, they would be able to handle any mischief the clowder of eight baby poison type pokemon could cause.

This current outing started fine with Lady Sneasler and Ingo looking after the more active ones. His mentor sat under a nearby tree, looking over a napping sneaslet and one playing with mud nearby.

Ingo had two kits clambering on top of him. One laid on his hat as another gripped onto his left sleeve. Lady Sneasler has the rest in her basket, pointing and explaining things of interest.

Ingo moves to check the basket. There were only two Sneasels inside.

He starts to address his Noble.

“My Lady, the-“

A splash is heard from the water storage basins. Ah the twins are at it again.

Ingo rushes over to scoop the soaked pair from the open water container. The Warden ushers the three of them inside the den to start a fire.

Out of the seven eggs of Lady Sneasler’s current clutch, the pair were the most surprising.

Physically mirrored, yet personalities seemingly opposite as time went on. The two would play with their other siblings, but they wouldn’t decouple from the other even if they fought.

They were also showing signs of being a mischievous duo, despite one being more calmer.

Ingo had to help detach the two from the wall as they had gotten stuck.

He had to patch them up after they tried to race each other and ended up tripping over the same divot.

A similar occurrence happened when he had sent Metro to get them down from a tree, but had to rescue all three of them when the Gligar also got stuck.

The undercurrent of familiarity turns in his mind as he remembers when he first sees them.

The top of the shell fell away as two small faces peeked out. Ingo’s heart leaped in excitement drowning out the sudden, unexplainable pangs of sadness.

“Bravo! Quite auspicious to have twins! One of them appearing to have situs inversus totalis is verrry uncommon. 1 in 10,000 in humans let alone pokemon!” he shouts in the den, growing confused at the words that departed from him.

His mentor looks at him deadpan, moving to hold the two newly hatched kits. Lady Sneasler tips his hat forward in response before going to clean her babies.

“Ingo, I will pretend that I understood that. I will teach you how to keep them warm now.” Teacher had replied. They moved to grab the cloths and blankets as Ingo dazedly followed behind.

Why would his mind immediately try to derail such a joyous occasion? It didn’t seem to be purposeful, and he thankfully caught himself by remarking on what is assumedly positive.

The word “twin” runs circles in his mind in a way he cannot fathom.

The Warden in training abruptly halts the memories as he tries to calm one of the sneaslets he is holding.

This right ear feathered Sneasel was refusing to partake in the cold medicine that its sibling happily consumed.

Too enthusiastic in Ingo’s slightly biased quick assessment. Maybe it enjoys bitterness? That would likely assume that the other one dislikes bitterness? Why would he shift tracks to that so suddenly?

“Teacher,” he addressed, “I feel as though this young one is refusing to depart due to the dislike of bitter flavors.”

“Ingo that does dull the potency of the medicine.” The Warden had pointed out, getting at what he was suggesting.

He nodded but countered “It is better than not consuming any at all. Once coupled with a favorable flavor, the sneaslet will be more willing to board.”

“This is true. Hm, good. You picked up on that. I’ll go grab a bowl.”

Ingo reaches for his food pack. The small assortment of berries he had picked was then presented to his mentor.

They had grabbed the berries to place in the bowl in front of him. They paused before addressing the stubborn pokemon.

“Well then, go on, little troublemaker. Pick a berry. You must comfortably rest to be able to traverse space once more.”

The sneasel had begun trying to sniff as much as it could at the berries. It paused for a moment at the cheri berry before catching a whiff of something in his pack.

The moment the kit points at his pack was when he knew his recently acquired figgy berry stash had been compromised.

Ingo sighs and before he could get a word in, two pairs of eyes were upon him.

Their faces pressed next to each other, eyes wide open and on the brim of tears.

Mirrored sad baby faces bore into his soul in anticipation.

Ingo feels his hands shake as he tries to resist. He tries to turn away from the heart wrenching display.

But that just made them double down, whimpers and tugging on his coat sleeves.

He ends up taking out the figgy berries in defeat as his mentor laughs at his gullibility.

Their tag team combo is unbeatable.

Why does that feel familiar?

#submas #ingo #sneaslets #sustenance car #idk what to do with this so here ya go *poot* #might bit wonky due to mobile #dittolicous made me remember that i had this #its been sitting in my docs since the start of may #oops its a lil sad #enjoy my word vomit or not #fp chapter 3 will be hopefully up later #fanfic

[keepthetension]

for the prompt game, here's my character list:

1 ten (cooking crush) 2 xue yang (the untamed) 3 top (only friends) 4 wen (moonlight chicken) 5 phaya (the sign) 6 cher (a boss and a babe) 7 guy (bake me please) 8 mhok (last twilight) 9 xie lian (heaven official's blessing) 10 babe (pit babe)

numbers i rolled in blue, prompts in pink

2 3 - the actors or characters are put together in a serious show. what's the plot/setting/vibe?

haoxuan and force in a serious show together????? goodness! THOSE CHEEKBONES AND EYELASHES IN ONE FRAME NOBODY WOULD SURVIVE

i am, always have been, always will be, an absolute SUCKER for monster of the week/mystery of the week type shows. i think the x files, buffy, and xena did something to my brain chemistry as a child. so you know what i want?

force as the i'm just a dude trying to pay my bills and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S MONSTERS AND I HAVE TO FIGHT THEM??? guy. he wears glasses. because i said so

and haoxuan as the punch first ask questions later monster hunter guy

and if there's erotically charged fight training sequences, maybe a we're-bleeding-and-covered-in-monster-guts-but-we're-alive makeout or two, i'm 10000% on board for that

7 1 10 - the actors or characters are put together in a fluffy show. what's the plot/setting/vibe?

guy, ten, and babe in a fluffy show together! hmm!

you know what, i was thinking earlier about the pottery throw down, SO i'm going to say: they're in the pottery clubs at rival universities

and they all have VERY different styles. ten is very precise, and likes making delicate things. guy likes making very finely detailed things, especially tea sets but there's some asshole in the club who makes better tea sets and guy has a complex about it. and babe makes whatever the fuck he feels like making, and it never looks like it's going to work out, but it somehow always comes out perfect

and they all think the things the other two make are very shitty. but they're forced to work together for plot reasons, and learn to appreciate each other's techniques and style, etc etc, and fall in love along the way~

look, i just want them all to do that scene from ghost, okay?

8 2 10 - mhok, xue yang, and babe hanging out but one of them feels left out. why?

wheezing

ngl i kinda love these three together. not up to date with pit babe, but i feel like mhok is the least shady of these three somehow. maybe mhok and xue yang compare notes on their prison time and babe can't join in? maybe mhok talks about rung and babe talks about way, and xue yang's like… wait, you guys had supportive relationships?

seriously, though, i adore the idea of these three as drinking buddies! also they all need more friends

9 6 5 - xie lian, phaya, and cher doing a sport/activity together

man, i would pay to see this. phaya and cher bring the competitiveness, xie lian and phaya bring the physical prowess, all of them bring the Here To Have A Good Time! vibe. tempted to put them in something like an egg and spoon race, tbh, because it would be very funny to see them take it incredibly seriously

5 4 - each of them has a crush on a character from the other show/s. who is it?

phaya and wen??? honestly, i could see it for them. mix and billy are both SO GODDAMN GOOD at doing flirty face, can you imagine them making bedroom eyes at each other??? plus, if they made out i would like to see it

#there's no way i'm tagging all these shows #this is for my own entertainment anyway #blorbo prompts #2023 wrap up #was trying to keep it to shows i watched this year #and it made me realize how many shows i never got around to/never finished because SO MUCH HAPPENS ALL THE TIME #also xue yang's just lived rent free in my brain since 2020 so whatever #he can be on here too

[makinglightweight]

19/35

Woke up nice and early to do some work emails. Had a coffee and a water then went to train. 3x1k at race pace and then gym. Drank half a bottle of water throughout. Had a protein yoghurt right after.

So today was a bad eating day.

I had for lunch after working 200g of chickpeas with 2 eggs, and 150g of rye bread with 4 tablespoons of cream cheese, 4 spoons of peanut butter and 4 of jam.

Then I had the tapioca pudding. Mistake. Guilt.

After therapy I ate one Turkey sandwich with 30g of bread, 30g of Turkey, two spoons of mustard, two slices of goat buche cheese and four pickle slices. I also had a slice of toast with Nutella.

Then I threw everything up.

For dinner I drank half a liter of sparkling water; I had half an eggplant roasted with 120g of beef, and a cup of salad. For desert I had 200g of Greek yoghurt with half a cup of sliced mango, 10 hazelnuts, two teaspoons of date syrup and a handful of sunflower seeds.

And then I had 10 Baiocchi cookies.

At 2am at the airport I had a shitty Gouda sandwich, a chicken McNugget and 250ml of sparkling water.

Let this day finally end. I’m not ok. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to endure this any longer.

[pairlaura1]

The Facts About 32 Team Building Games Your Whole Team Will Love Uncovered

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Whether you were hired to put together some team-building campaign or you presume your crew just need to have to obtain together and perform something pleasant, workplace team-building tasks are the method to go. It's like a fantastic time to be in a creative placement because if you require to play outside your convenience zone of job, then you may do that merely by working at a crew conference. I've functioned with creatives like Matt Barnes and I just really wanted to function with each other below because being an designer is various. There are actually also lots of options readily available for on the web team-building tasks when your team is circulated. Below are some examples: It's definitely necessary to possess a tough group to get started with teams and to establish your personal skill-sets. This Author 's likewise extremely essential to possess sufficient totally free time to coordinate in purchase to know. It's truly necessary to have a sturdy group to get began along with teams and to create your very own capabilities. Don't be viewed as the Michael Scott of your office, making an effort to coordinate crew bonding ideas that involve egg and spoon races and hotdog consuming competitions. What you are trying to carry out is promote folks to offer back to the community. This isn't a business endeavor, this is area work. You should care regarding your workers so that they take accountability (and this is your task, you ought to not take obligation for that). This checklist is going to ended up being your go-to for office team-building and can easily even be customized as games to participate in along with remote control workers. My brand-new beloved work is writing manuscripts. This can easily be accomplished either using command series, or in enhancement to writing texts, making use of Python, Ruby, Perl, and so on. Creating my new customized manuscript, and making certain it is suitable along with Ruby is a no brainer, as well as simpler to know. Everything coming from little team-building activities to problem-solving exercises, we've searched the net to generate the greatest list of enjoyable team-building activities for the workplace to giggle, discover, and connect along with your staff. We've compiled a wide range of details about the topics and methods to attach along with others to produce your work easier and also help you build the ideal crew to be your partner and partner-of-at-all-cost. Zombie Getaway For: Creative Problem Solving & Collaboration Exercise What you'll require: 1 rope, 1 vital, and 5-10 puzzles or ideas, depending on how much opportunity you yearn for to invest on the video game Instructions: Acquire the team right into a meeting room or other unfilled room and "secure" the door. You'll possess to decide on a group within your very own management, and this will certainly be the one accountable for all the challenges you'll face. Beforehand, pick one team participant to participate in the zombie — lifeless eyes, arms sprawled, sputtering "braaaaiiiinnnnssss" and all. The upcoming gamer at that point leaves the room. Short apart: This implies you're on the brink of carrying out something you've been making an effort to get carried out for years (and at that point, it's your turn to leave the room and begin over again once everyone's performed performing it). The volunteer zombie will be connected to the rope in the section of the space, with 1 foot of leeway. The zombie are going to at that point be held right into the room and left (the zombie can easilyn't leave behind until the zombie is carefully properly in the room), but can proceed to go up down. The 1st time you connect along with this zombie, the zombie may leave your stock and not assault you. Nonetheless, you must after that go in the ideal path, from the zombie.

#team building venues #team building venues Pretoria #team building venue Pretoria #team building venue

[jonleep]

It's that time of year again.

Competitive Dad intensively training son in egg and spoon technique ahead of school sports day | #NewsThump

#Newsthump #egg and spoon race #School sports day

[abbyofthecosmos]

Spanish Vocab - First 600 Words

I came across a list of the first 600 words a language learner should learn in their target language, and thought I should make a Spanish version! This took a while to make so forgive me if there are some mistakes, but hopefully you'll find this helpful. Happy learning!

Animals:

dog el perro

cat el gato

fish el pez

bird el pájaro

cow la vaca

pig el cerdo

mouse el ratón

horse el caballo

wing el ala

animal el animal

Colour:

red el rojo

green el verde

blue el azul

yellow el amarillo

pink el rosado

orange el naranja

purple el morado

brown el marron

black el negro

white el blanco

grey el gris

colour el color

Clothing:

hat el sombrero

dress el vestido

suit el traje

skirt la falda

shirt la camisa

T-shirt la camiseta

trousers los pantalones

shoes los zapatos

pocket el bolsillo

coat el abrigo

stain la mancha

clothing la ropa

jewellery la joyería

Transportation:

train el tren

plane el avión

car el carro

truck el camión

bicycle la bicicleta

bus el autobús

boat el barco

tire el neumático

petrol la gasolina

engine el motor

ticket el boleto

transportation el transporte

Location:

city la cuidad

house la casa

apartment el apartamento

street la calle

airport el aeropuerto

train station la estación de tren

bridge el puente

hotel el hotel

restaurant el restaurante

farm la granja

school la escuela

office la oficina

room la habitación

town el pueblo

university la universidad

club la discoteca

bar el bar

park el parque

camp el campamento

shop la tienda

theatre el teatro

library la biblioteca

hospital el hospital

church la iglesia

market el mercado

country el país

building el edificio

outer space el espacio

bank el banco

location el lugar

People:

son el hijo

daughter la hija

mother la madre

father el padre

parents los padres

baby el/la bebé

man el hombre

woman la mujer

brother el hermano

sister la hermana

family la familia

grandfather el abuelo

grandmother la abuela

husband el esposo

wife la esposa

king el rey

queen la reina

prince el príncipe

princess la princesa

president el presidente

neighbour el vecino

boy el niño

girl la niña

adult el adulto

friend el amigo

person la persona

Job:

teacher el profesor

student el/la estudiante

lawyer el abogado

doctor el m��dico

nurse el enfermero

patient el paciente

waiter el camarero

secretary el secretario

priest el sacerdote

police officer el policía

soldier el soldado

artist el artista

author el autor

manager el director

boss el jefe

worker el trabajador

employee el empleado

journalist el periodista

actor el actor

job el trabajo

Society:

religion la religión

heaven el cielo

hell el infierno

death la muerte

life la vida

medicine la medicina

money el dinero

bill la cuenta

reservation la reserva

marriage el matrimonio

wedding la boda

team el equipo

race (ethnicity) la raza

sex el sexo

technology la tecnología

energy la energía

war la guerra

peace la paz

magazine la revista

newspaper el periódico

sport el deporte

race (sport) la carrera

exercise el ejercicio

ball la pelota

game (sports) el partido

game (amusement) el juego

price el precio

contract el contrato

science la ciencia

God el dios

Art:

painting la pintura

band la banda

song la canción

instrument el instrumento

music la música

movie la película

art el arte

gallery la galería

poem el poema

museum el museo

statue la estatua

Beverages:

coffee el café

tea el té

wine el vino

beer la cerveza

juice el jugo

water el agua

milk la leche

beverage la bebida

Food:

egg el huevo

cheese el queso

bread el pan

soup la sopa

cake el pastel

chicken el pollo

pork el cerdo

beef la carne de vaca

apple la manzana

banana el plátano

orange la naranja

lemon el limón

corn el maíz

rice el arroz

oil el aceite

knife el cuchillo

spoon la cuchara

fork el tenedor

plate el plato

cup la taza

bowl el bol

breakfast el desayuno

lunch el almuerzo

dinner la cena

sugar el azúcar

salt la sal

bottle la botella

food la comida

snack la merienda

Home:

table la mesa

chair la silla

bed la cama

dream el sueño

window la ventana

door la puerta

bedroom el cuarto

kitchen la cocina

bathroom el baño

pencil el lápiz

pen el bolígrafo

photograph la fotografía

soap el jabón

book el libro

page la página

key la llave

paint la pintura

letter la carta

note la nota

paper el papel

wall la pared

floor el piso

ceiling el techo

pool la piscina

lock la cerradura

telephone el teléfono

garden el jardín

needle la aguja

thread el hilo

wool la lana

bag la bolsa

box la caja

gift el regalo

card la tarjeta

Electronics:

clock el reloj

lampla lámpara

fan el ventilador

mobile phone el teléfono móvil

website el sitio web

network la red

computer la computadora

program (computer) el programa

laptop el portátil

screen la pantalla

camera la cámara

television la televisión

radio el radio

Body:

head la cabeza

neck el cuello

face la cara

beard la barba

moustache el bigote

hair el pelo

eye el ojo

mouth la boca

lip el labio

nose la nariz

tooth el diente

ear la oreja

teardrop la lágrima

tongue la lengua

back la espalda

hand la mano

finger el dedo

foot el pie

toe el dedo del pie

leg la pierna

arm el brazo

shoulder el hombre

elbow el codo

knee la rodilla

heart el corazón

chest el pecho

blood la sangre

brain el cerebro

bone el hueso

voice la voz

skin la piel

body el cuerpo

Nature:

sea el mar

ocean el océano

river el río

lake el lago

mountain la montaña

rain la lluvia

snow la nieve

wind el viento

sun el sol

moon la luna

tree el árbol

grass el césped

world el mundo

earth la tierra

forest el bosque

sky el cielo

plant la planta

flower la flor

valley el valle

hill la colina

leaf la hoja

star la estrella

planet el planeta

space el espacio

air el aire

sand la arena

beach la playa

wave la ola

fire el fuego

ice el hielo

island la isla

heat el calor

nature la naturaleza

Materials:

glass el vidrio

metal el metal

plastic el plástico

wood la madera

stone la piedra

diamond el diamante

dust el polvo

gold el oro

copper el cobre

silver la plata

bronze el bronce

material el material

Maths/Measurements:

metre el metro

centimetre el centímetro

kilogram el kilogramo

inch la pulgada

foot el pie

pound la libra

half la mitad

quarter el cuarto

circle el círculo

square el cuadrado

triangle el triángulo

temperature la temperatura

date la fecha

edge el borde

corner la esquina

weight el peso

width el ancho

height la altura

length el largo

Directions:

top la cima

bottom el fondo

side el lado

outside fuera

inside dentro

up arriba

down abajo

left la izquierda

right la derecha

north el norte

south el sur

east el este

west el oeste

near cerca

far lejos

direction la dirección

Seasons:

spring la primavera

summer el verano

autumn el otoño

winter el invierno

season la estación

Months:

January el enero

February el febrero

March el marzo

April el abril

May el mayo

June el junio

July el julio

August el agosto

September el septiembre

October el octubre

November el noviembre

December el diciembre

month el mes

Days of the week:

Monday el lunes

Tuesday el martes

Wednesday el miércoles

Thursday el jueves

Friday el viernes

Saturday el sábado

Sunday el domingo

day el día

Time:

today hoy

year el año

week la semana

hour la hora

minute el minuto

second el segundo

morning la mañana

afternoon la tarde

night la noche

decade la década

century el siglo

time el tiempo

Misc:

map el mapa

dot el punto

consonant la consonante

vowel la vocal

light la luz

sound el sonido

piece el pedazo

pain el dolor

injury la herida

hole el agujero

image la imagen

noun el sustantivo

verb el verbo

adjective el adjetivo

flag la bandera

birthday el cumpleaños

Christmas la Navidad

passport el pasaporte

holiday las vacaciones

luggage el equipaje

trip el viaje

Numbers

0 cero

1 uno

2 dos

3 tres

4 cuatro

5 cinco

6 seis

7 siete

8 ocho

9 nueve

10 diez

11 once

12 doce

13 trece

14 catorce

15 quince

16 dieciséis

17 diecisiete

18 dieciocho

19 diecinueve

20 veinte

21 veintiuno

22 veintidós

30 treinta

40 cuarenta

50 cincuenta

60 sesenta

70 setenta

80 ochenta

90 noventa

100 cien

1000 mil

million millón

billion mil millones

1st primero

2nd segundo

3rd tercero

4th cuarto

5th quinto

number el número

Verbs:

to have tener

to work trabajar

to play jugar

to make hacer

to walk caminar

to run correr

to drive manejar

to fly volar

to swim nadar

to go ir

to stop parar

to follow seguir

to think pensar

to know saber

to speak hablar

to eat comer

to drink beber

to kill matar

to die morir

to live vivir

to smile sonreír

to laugh reír

to cry llorar

to buy comprar

to pay pagar

to sell vender

to learn aprender

to jump saltar

to smell oler

to hear oír

to listen escuchar

to taste probar

to touch tocar

to see ver

to watch mirar

to kiss besar

to hug abrazar

to sit sentarse

to stand levantarse

to want querer

to love encantar

to hate odiar

to like gustar

to pass by pasar

to cut cortar

to fight pelear

to lie down acostarse

to dance bailar

to sing cantar

to sleep dormir

to wake despertar

to count contar

to marry casar

to pray rezar

to win ganar

to lose perder

to mix mezclar

to bend doblar

to wash lavar

to clean limpiar

to cook cocinar

to open abrir

to close cerrar

to write escribir

to read leer

to call llamar

to turn girar

to build construir

to teach enseñar

to grow crecer

to draw dibujar

to feed alimentar

to catch agarrar

to throw tirar

to search for buscar

to find encontrar

to push empujar

to pull jalar

to carry cargar

to break romper

to wear llevar

to hang colgar

to shake agitar

to lift levanter

Adjectives:

long largo

short (length) corto

tall alto

short (height) bajo

wide ancho

narrow estrecho

big grande

small pequeño

fast rápido

slow lento

hot caliente

cold frío

warm cálido

cool fresco

new nuevo

old viejo

young joven

good bueno

bad malo

wet mojado

dry seco

sick enfermo

healthy saludable

loud ruidoso

quiet tranquilo

happy feliz

sad triste

beautiful hermoso

ugly feo

deaf sordo

blind ciego

nice simpático

rich rico

poor pobre

thick grueso

thin delgado

expensive caro

cheap barato

flat plano

curved curvada

straight recto

tight apretado

loose holgado

soft suave

hard duo

deep profundo

clean limpio

dirty sucio

strong fuerte

weak débil

dead muerto

alive vivo

heavy pesado

light (weight) ligero

dark oscuro

light (colour) claro

famous famoso

Thank you for reading :)

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[lazypeachsoul]

are you thanking me or your god? - u.r.

Pairing: Uhtred Ragnarsson x fem!reader.

Request: by @viktoria12 “Hey can you write a imagine with Uhtred? The content is up to you🙏”

Warnings: Nothing.

Word count: 1.601 words.

A/N: I have to admit this was a bit tricky because I've never read uhtred imagines. But it was fun, i really like uhtred as a character. i hope you like it and I'm sorry it has taken me some time to post it.

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Winchester was the busiest it had been in a long time. With the coming of spring, the merchants were returning to the city to trade and spending too much time around the alehouse. Spirits were high after the blessing given by the priest on Easter and the year was expected to be calm and fruitful. Except for the danes lurking in the surrounding areas. But nobody would dare talk about that when it’s the Lord’s day.

Good weather meant people would go outside more, and therefore more gossip. Every turn you took on your way to the market, you would hear a different rumour. Most were about the health of the king, some were about the threat of a battle. You even heard one about danes walking around the city freely.

But your head was too centered on the task at hand. Abbess Hild had asked you to go to the market for flour and other necessities, and you wouldn’t dare disappoint the Abbess. You weren’t even a nun and you still followed her orders like a soldier.

Your house was close to the convent and, ever since you walked past the gates and into their garden when you were young, they had treated you like their family. Sometimes too much when it came to the boys your age. But they were only trying to protect you.

Sister Hild, later Abbess, had always surprised you. Not only did she have a strong will and personality, she was also physically strong. More than what a woman of god should be. but still, with all her strength, she needed you to go buy the necessities that they couldn’t get from their garden.

Too distracted by your thoughts and the gossiping going around, you collided against someone making you almost tumble to the dirt floor. If it hadn’t been for a quick hand grabbing your dresses you would be covered in mud and other disgusting stuff.

Looking up you saw a scruffy looking man, but not in a bad way surprisingly. This man looked almost too different from what you were used to seeing around Winchester. Something about his reaction told you he was trained, and the scars in his hands and handsome face gave away he was probably a soldier. For who is what you were curious to know.

Realizing the compromising position you found yourself on, with a man holding your dress, you quickly tried to regain your balance. The man let go and you tried to stutter an apology, but your attempts were stopped by a sweet but authoritative voice behind you.

“Uhtred! I was looking for you, we need to discuss…” Her voice got interrupted when she recognized you in front of the man. “What are you doing here, darling? I thought you would be in the market by now.”

“I tried Abbes, I just had a little-” You tried to speak but were interrupted by a deep voice. In a normal situation you would be angry at such interruption, but when you heard the voice you couldn’t really care about it.

“We had a small incident, Hild. Don’t worry, nobody is hurt.”

The voice fit the man perfectly. With a deep voice he spoke calmly and yet you could pick up a joking tone towards the Abbess. Who is this uhtred man? Why is he joking with Hild? But wait, how does Hild even know a man like him?

Full of curiosity you realized you were still standing between them. Clearing your throat you nodded at Hild and turned around with a smile to your saviour.

“Thank you Lord for helping me. I’m in your debt.” Nodding your head you moved past them, not missing the small smile on the man's face.

“You owe nothing to him, young lady. He's heathen. He doesn’t deserve your compassion.”

A loud laugh was heard from the man along with what sounded like a smack, probably to the leather of his armour. The words of the Abbess circled your brain for the rest of the day. So he was a heathen, a friend of Hild and incredibly handsome. Great, what a mysterious man.

After your chores were done and you took some time to relax outside of your house, the world seemed to dissipate around you. The soft sound of quick steps and panting made you look up from your dress, breaking the peace of your surroundings.

Eanflæd was running towards you, people looking her way either worried or weirded out by your young friend’s race. She reached you just in time to ungracefully collapse on the bench you were sitting on.

“Is everything okay, Eanflæd? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you run that fast. Not even when the chickens escaped.”

She was trying to regain her breath, but took the time to pinch your arm for the reminder of the chicken run.

“You...you…” She panted before taking a big breath. “You weren’t going to tell me you have been seeing the Dane-slayer.”

“Who?” You couldn’t hide your surprise.

The only person you had seen outside your family was the man who sold you the produce for the abbey. And also that man…

“Are you talking about Uhtred?”

“You know him enough you don’t even talk about him like a lord?”

You tried to hide your laugh but a small snort came out.

“I don’t know him. He merely saved me from an ugly fall this morning.” Shrugging you tried to dismiss the gossip. “But you do seem to know about him, so tell me…”

The next day didn’t allow for much thinking about ‘the Dane-slayer’. You had been working non stop in your father’s farm and everything hurt. But your mother has asked you to take some fresh eggs to her friend, and you couldn’t say no to your mother’s gentle face.

It was late enough for the ruckus of the market to have died down, but not enough for it to be dangerous or improper for a young woman to be walking around unaccompanied.

Too absorbed in your own thoughts you didn’t hear the neigh of the horse until it was too late for you to react. Looking at the animal getting closer you couldn’t help but try and pray that you would be saved, but no prayers came to your head at that moment.

Just when you were about to give up and close your eyes, something yanked you out of the way making you barely dodge the horse and the man on the cart who was yelling at you. Your heart was hammering in your chest, ears ringing and hands shaking. The eggs were no longer in your grasp but smashed against the floor, although in that moment you could make yourself care for them.

The same hand that had yanked you out of the way, spoon you around. Your saviour was none other than yesterday’s saviour. you really were in debt with this man now.

“Are you okay?” His voice was worried, a contrast to the day before’s joking tone.

Time seemed to slow while you assimilated what had happened. Probably too much time passed before you could answer but the man didn’t seem to care. When you could trust your voice to speak again, the words came out all at once.

“I was nearly trampled by someone’s horse in the street, but you stepped in just in time to get me out of the way even if it put you in danger as well.” He smiled at the jumbled words and after a deep breath you tried to regain your thoughts. “Thank you, lord.”

“Are you thanking me or your god?” Uhtred spoke and you knew he was trying to avoid your shock at the incident.

You thought about the answer and tried to smile, probably looking more like a grimace.

“Both? Yes, I think I’m thanking both.” Your voice lowered, probably to avoid other people hearing you talk that way about the Lord. “Both is good.”

He smiled and took a step back looking at you, probably checking for any injuries. The people of Winchester were used to accidents and didn’t normally care, but you could feel some stares on you. Probably because of Uhtred and his fame.

“You seem to be in one piece, can’t say the same for the eggs.” He pointed at the road.

“You have saved me twice now, lord. I might have to ignore the Abbess and ask you what I should do in return for you.”

“I wouldn’t ignore Hild. You don’t want to know what she can do with a sword.” He tried to dismiss the conversation but your curiosity only grew. “I only ask for one thing in return.”

You nodded, asking for him to continue and still trying to imagine Abbess hild wielding a sword. You knew he was a soldier, and a good one. But Hild? No, she was a woman of God.

“Stop distracting yourself when walking around. If you don’t you might end up like your eggs.”

“But if I stop getting distracted, what would you save me from, Dane-slayer?”

What possessed you in that moment to utter those words you couldn’t really say. You just knew it was not entirely proper and that if your mother heard your ear would hurt from the scolding. But the smirk on Uhtred’s face was worth it.

“So you know who I am. But I know nothing about you. Is that unfair?”

“I have my ways, Lord Uhtred. Maybe when you save me next time I could tell you something about myself.”

"Let's just hope it's not a dangerous situation then. Just to make sure you can tell me after."

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[itsallyscorner]

Hi!!!!!! Could I request a Bucky Barnes x reader? One where Bucky has grown his hair out insanely long due to being so busy and he never notices because he’s always putting it in a bun. Until he and the reader have a night alone ;) and they take his hair down only to realize how long it is, ending with Bucky racing to find scissors and chop his hair off back to his shoulders lol.

Omg yes! I love writing about Bucky and his luscious hair🥺 Thank you for the request love and being so patient, I’m so sorry it took so long! Happy reading💕

💌.

Hair Too Long

Warnings: a sprinkle of smut.

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The amount of excitement and anticipation could be felt in his body as soon as he woke up. Bucky has never felt this way before, he just wanted to bounce off the walls from how jumpy he was feeling. You were finally coming home today. You have been away on almost a month’s long mission with Natasha, and you were finally coming back home today! Bucky had been at the tower with the rest of the team who weren’t on missions or were busy. He’s missed you terribly. His days seemed gloomier and the bed was lonely without you. Though it was quite embarrassing at how whipped he was for you, he could care less. Not only had he not been able to see you but he couldn’t even call or text you. He missed his babydoll. He missed your scent, your voice, your warm skin, even the way you would hog the blankets in the middle of the night. He couldn’t wait for you to come home. He just wanted to get in bed with you and hold you for as long as you’ll let him.

“Are they back yet?” Bucky entered the kitchen to be greeted by Steve and Sam. Sam was cooking breakfast while Steve used his IPad to look at the news. Sam spared a glance at Bucky but took a double take when he saw the super soldier’s attire.

“Um, no.” Sam slowly turned back to the pan, poking at the sizzling eggs.

Bucky had moved to sit beside Steve, who’s also noticed the way his friend was looking.

“Hey Buck, when was the last time you showered?” Steve kindly questioned his friend turning his iPad off.

“Or changed clothes?” Sam quickly added as he plated some bacon.

The two men weren’t oblivious to Bucky’s change of nature when you left for the mission. Bucky barely left his room, only leaving when he had to train, eat, or when someone needed him. Ever since you left for the mission he hasn’t joined Steve and Sam on their daily morning jog. He woke up late and would eat breakfast during lunchtime. Now here he was, long grown out hair sticking together due to the oil its collected over the last few days and wearing the same clothes he was wearing during the weekend. Today was Wednesday.

Bucky’s eyes panned at the two men in front of him, looking down at his clothes. “Uh, yesterday...”

“Bullshit.” Sam glared at Bucky before violently sliding a plate of eggs, bacon, and a stack of pancakes at him. Bucky turned his head to Steve who shook his head.

“I’m sorry Buck, but you’ve let yourself go ever since (y/n) left for her mission.” Steve shrugged as he took a piece of bacon from Bucky’s plate. Which earned him a smack on the wrist from Bucky’s bionic arm.

Steve yelped as he held his hands up in surrender, “It’s just an observation! Ever since she left you’ve been cooped up in your room every day. Buck, this is the most I’ve talked to you this whole month!”

Bucky sighed as he shoved a spoonful of scrambled eggs into his mouth, “Okay, maybe I have let myself go. I just miss her.” The dark haired man frowned at his bacon. You weren’t that big of a fan of bacon, instead you preferred sausage on the side of your eggs and pancakes.

Steve sent a look to Sam who just rolled his eyes at their lovesick friend.

“You know, if she ever finds out that this is what you become when she leaves, you’ll never hear the end of it.” Sam motions to Bucky’s clothes and hair.

“Would she really be mad?” Bucky asked the two.

“Punk, (y/n) wouldn’t want you to mope around like some lost puppy every time she leaves. Like, you could miss her, but you need to take care of yourself. You can’t always lock yourself in your room when she’s gone.” Steve advised him.

“Yeah and you can’t always forget to take a damn shower every time she leaves.” Sam muttered under his breath. Bucky grunted at him, roughly kicking Sam’s ankle under the table. Sam hissed as Steve continued to give Bucky advice.

“Listen, the quinjet comes back in an hour or two. If I were you I would take a shower, change your clothes, and clean your room before she gets here.” Bucky nodded along, agreeing with Steve’s suggestion.

“Maybe change the bedsheets too.” Steve added. Sam snickered, “I bet they stink.”

“Keep talkin’ and I’ll make sure your wings don’t work the next time we’re on a mission together.” Bucky threatened. He turned to Steve, “You’re right, she wouldn’t want to see me like this.”

Bucky stared at his food before quickly getting up, “I gotta take a shower.” With that he rushed out the kitchen and back into his room. Steve and Sam looked at the direction Bucky headed and heard his door slam shut.

“Man, he’s whipped.” Sam mused as he began to eat his breakfast.

~⏰~

Thirty or so minutes had passed and Bucky had already taken a shower. His hair was now soft and silky as it brushed past his shoulders, longer than it was when you left.

“Stupid sheets. Stay.” He demanded the dainty bedsheet underneath him. He was currently sprawled out on the bed, both knees keeping the corners of the bedsheet from sliding off. His arms flexed as his hands tried to get the ends of the sheets over the corners of the mattress.

The sounds of grunting and constant cursing caught Wanda’s attention. Curiously, she peaked her head into your and Bucky’s shared room.

“Do you need some help?” Bucky jumped when he heard her voice, causing the bedsheets to fly off the mattress. Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, sighing in frustration.

“I just want (y/n) to be comfortable when she comes back from her mission. I just want her to relax in bed cuddled in some new sheets, but NO. They just won’t stay!” He motioned to the pile of pillows, sheets, and comforter on the rug. The younger woman held a hand up at him.

“I know. Why don’t you toss those old sheets in the wash, I’ll make the bed.” Wanda ushered Bucky towards the dirty sheets as her hands began to glow red. He thanked her before gathering the sheets and making his way towards the laundry room.

While he was shoving the sheets in the washer, his hair kept getting in the way. The ends tickled at his face and got in the way of his vision. Patting down his pockets he felt for the round band that he kept in his pockets. When he found it, he bent down and gathered his hair into a ponytail. He got the band ready, twisting and twirling his hair until it looked like a donut. He secured the bun with a content noise before returning to the task at hand.

You had thought him how to make a bun. One day he saw you do it so effortlessly and wanted to learn so he can do it with his hair. It took many tries, but by now he felt like he finally nailed the perfect bun.

Bucky returned to his room to see the bed was fixed neatly. The pillows were set up in a way that looked like the ones on display at Macy’s and the sheets were smoothed out with not a single wrinkle in sight. He made a mental note to thank Wanda once again for fixing the bed. He looked at the time before cleaning up some random clumps of mess that caught his eye. When he was done he sat on the desk chair instead of the bed. Now all he had to do was wait.

~⏰~

“Mr. Barnes, the quinjet has arrived. Ms. (Y/n) has entered the building.” FRIDAY’s voice echoed in his room making him jump. Bucky hopped to his feet and took a quick glance at the mirror. He was sporting a five o’clock shadow and his hair was up in a man bun. A few stands had fallen out form the tie, causing him to redo his bun.

He rushed out his room, already hearing your soothing voice from down the hall. His loud footsteps can be heard from the kitchen causing the others to chuckle.

“Here he comes.” Sam snickered, nudging your shoulder.

“He’s been miserable since you left.” Wanda mentioned an amused look on her face. Suddenly, Bucky appeared from around the corner. His face lit up and his eyes were filled with joy as he practically charged at you. His thick arms wrapped tightly around your frame as his nuzzled his head into your neck.

From over Bucky’s shoulder you saw Steve smiling fondly at the two of you. You pressed a kiss to Bucky’s temple as you ran a soothing hand along the expanse of his back.

“Hi honey, how’ve you been?” The sound of your soft voice made Bucky sigh in content. He was glad to finally hear your voice and to actually hold you. The feeling of you brought him comfort. You were like his safety blanket and now that you’re back, he felt as though nothing bad can happen in the world.

“I miss you, doll.” He replied quietly so only you can hear. You pulled back and took a look at him. You’ve noticed his beard was coming back and his hair was up in a bun. His hair was neatly pulled back, allowing you to get a good look at his face. You smiled at his hair, pulling onto his hand.

“Well I’m here now, you don’t have to miss me anymore.” You led him down the hall and back into his room. Bucky followed you without any protests. You entered the room, the neat bed catching your eye.

“Who helped you with the bed?” You ask him. Bucky shuts the door behind him before making his way to you and taking the duffel bag from over your shoulder. He places it on the floor before pulling you flush against his warm and cozy chest.

“Wanda saw me struggling and ya’ know.” He made a goofy face making motions with his hands that mimicked Wanda’s. You chuckle, understanding what he meant.

You breathed in his scent. The smell of his shampoo entering your senses. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tiptoed. Bucky noticed what you were doing and bent down, making his lips closer to yours.

One of his giant hands cup your cheeks as he takes a moment to take in your features once again. Nothing had changed, you were still beautiful. Except for a small scratch along the apple of your cheek, he frowns at it as his thumb brushes over the healing scab.

“What happened here, doll?” His voice is low as his plush lips press gently against the scratch.

“Hand to hand with one of the punks that work with Jasper. Almost had my eye poked out.” You joked, causing Bucky to send you an unamused look.

“Hey, that doesn’t matter. I’m here, right? I just want to be with you right now.” You mumble against his lips. He hums before crashing his lips onto yours for the first time in weeks. Your lips move in synch while your hands grip at each other.

Pulling away for air you shrug off your sweater, “Wanna take this to the shower? I could use one.”

“I mean, we’d be saving water together, so sure. Anything that helps the planet.” He jokes. You pull off your shirt, pants, and boots, leaving you in your undergarments. You walk into the connected bathroom to see that Bucky had started the shower. There was some light steam coming from the water and you just couldn’t wait to hop into it.

Bucky presses himself behind you as you enter the shower. You feel his length against your backside as he presses scattered kisses onto your shoulders and the back of your neck. You moan as his hands wrap around your front, his hands enveloping around your breasts and squeezing them.

“Baby, missed you so much.” You turn in his arms and you’re stunned to see his hair still in a bun.

“Buck, why’s your hair still up?”

“I forgot to take it down.” He quickly pulls the tie from his hair and throws it out the shower. You run a hand through his dark locks, admiring how long it’s gotten since you’ve been gone.

“It’s so long.” You giggle as Bucky shakes his head to ruffle his hair. A toothy grin is on his face as he pulls you close again.

“You like it?”

“Yeah I do.” You muse before pressing your lips together again.

The two of you get frisky in the shower. The heat of the shower competing with the heat of your aching core. Your back was pressed against the cool tiles of the shower while Bucky held you up, your legs wrapped around his slender waist.

Bucky groans for the tenth time when his hair gets in the way once again. The hair getting tangled in yours and Bucky’s lips. Bucky sighs when he pushes his wet hair back again, not understanding how yours was staying in place. He suddenly places your feet back to the shower floor and opens the glass door.

“I can’t with this shit.”

“What are you doing?” You peak your head out of the shower to see him, butt naked with everything hanging out, as he rummages through a drawer. He pulls out silver scissors and gathers his hair into a pony tail. Before you can protest against his actions, the scissors snip at his hair. A chunk of his hair falls to the floor.

Bucky looks at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair. He nods at himself, happy with the new length. His hair stopped right above his shoulders, back to how it was before you left.

“Bucky—“ You’re about to say something but Bucky is already hopping back into the shower and pinning you against the wall.

“Now, I could finally show you how much I missed you without my hair getting in the damn way.” His shoves his head into your neck, sucking and nipping harshly at the skin. The troubles of his hair long forgotten now that his focus was on you and only you.

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[pompadourpink]

Fluent Forever’s 625 words

Animals: chien, m (dog); chat, m (cat); poisson, m (fish); oiseau, m (bird); vache, f (cow); cochon, m (pig); souris, f (mouse); cheval, m (horse); aile, f (wing); animal, m (animal);

Transportation: train, m (train); avion, m (plane); voiture, f (car); camion, m (truck); vélo, m (bicycle); bus, m (bus); bateau, m (boat); navire, m (ship); pneu, m (tire); essence, f (gasoline); moteur, m (engine); billet, m (ticket); transports, m (transportation);

Location: ville, f (city/town); maison, f (house); appartement, m (flat); rue, f (street); route, f (road); aéroport, m (airport); gare, f (train station); pont, m (bridge); hôtel, m (hotel); restaurant, m (restaurant); ferme, f (farm); école, f (school); tribunal, m (court); bureau, m (office); salle, f (room); université, f (university); club, m (club); bar, m (bar); parc, m (park); camp, m (camp); magasin, m (store); cinéma, m (theater); bibliothèque, f (library); hôpital, m (hospital); église, f (church); marché, m (market); pays, m (country); bâtiment, m (building); sol, m (ground); espace, m (space); banque, f (bank); localisation, f (location);

Clothing: chapeau, m (hat); robe, f (dress); costume, m (suit); jupe, f (skirt); chemise, f (shirt); t-shirt, m (t-shirt); jean/pantalon, m (trousers); chaussures, f (shoes); poche, f (pocket); manteau, m (coat); tache, f (stain); vêtements, m (clothing);

Colours: rouge (red); vert-e (green), bleu-e (blue), clair-e (light); foncé-e (dark); jaune (yellow); marron (brown); rose (pink); orange (orange); noir-e (black); blanc-he (white); gris-e (grey); couleur, f (colour);

People: fils, m (son); fille, f (daughter); mère, f (mother); père, m (father); parent (parent); bébé (baby); homme, m (man); femme, f (woman); frère, m (brother); soeur, f (sister); famille, f (family); grand-père, m (grandfather); grand-mère, f (grandmother); mari, m (husband); femme/épouse, f (wife); roi, m (king); reine, f (queen); président-e (president); voisin-e (neighbour); garçon, m (boy); fille, f (girl); enfant (child); adulte (adult); humain-e (human); ami-e (friend); victime (victim); joueur/euse (player); fan/supporter (fan); foule, f (crowd); personne, f (person);

Job: professeur/enseignant-e (teacher); étudiant-e (student); avocat-e (lawyer), docteur (doctor); patient-e (patient); serveur/euse (waiter); secrétaire (secretary); prêtre, m (priest); police, f (police); armée, f (army); soldat-e (soldier); artiste (artist); auteur/trice (author); manager (manager); journaliste (reporter); acteur/trice (actor); métier/emploi, m (job);

Society: religion, f (religion); paradis, m (heaven); enfer, m (hell); mort, f (death); médecine, f (medicine); argent, m (money): dollar, m (dollar); billet, m (bill); mariage, m (marriage/wedding); équipe, f (team); race, f (race); sexe, m (sex); genre, m (gender); meurtre, m (murder); prison, f (prison); technologie, f (technology); énergie, f (energy); guerre, f (war); paix, f (peace); attaque, f (attack); élection, f (election); magazine, m (magazine); journaux, m pl (newspaper); poison, m (poison); pistolet, m/arme à feu, f (gun); sport, m (sports); course, f (sports race); exercice, m (exercise); balle, f/ballon, m (ball); jeu, m (game); prix, m (price); contrat, m (contract); médicament, m/drogue, f (drug); signe, m (sign); science, f (science); Dieu, m (God);

Art: groupe, m (band); chanson, f (song); instrument, m (instrument); musique, f (music); film, m (movie); art, m (art);

Beverages: café, m (coffee); thé, m (tea); vin, m (wine); bière, f (beer); jus, m (juice); eau, f (water); lait, m (milk); boisson, f (beverage);

Food: oeuf, m (egg); fromage, m (cheese); pain, m (bread); soupe, f (soup); gâteau, m (cake); poulet, m (chicken); porc, m (pork); boeuf, m (beef); pomme, f (apple); banane, f (banana); orange, f (orange); citron, m (lemon); maïs, m (corn); riz, m (rice); huile, f (oil); graine, f (seed); couteau, m (knife); cuillère, f (spoon); fourchette, f (fork); tasse, f (cup); petit-déjeuner, m (breakfast); déjeuner, m (lunch); dîner, m (dinner); sucre, m (sugar); sel, m (salt); bouteille, f (bottle); nourriture, f (food).

#vocabulary #basics

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tta finale (alt)

“Last time, on Total Takes Action: our final three competed in an all-out, extra dramatic laser tag challenge with a few… twists. Alliances were formed, friendships were broken, and it was Peter who took the fall to give Scruffy a chance at the finale. With just one exciting challenge left, I’m sure you’re all wondering who will win- and there’s only one way to find out: right here, right now, on Total! Takes! Action!”

The sky is clear and blue, the pigeons are cooing, and the smell of breakfast sausage is filling the air as Scruffy and O wait in a very short line for their complementary “final two breakfast” in the craft services tent. 

Chef heaps a few sausages, eggs, and waffles on each plate and shoos the players off, both of which immediately gravitate towards the opposite ends of the picnic table and eat in silence. Scruffy paces around their end of the table, swiping forks, knives, and spoons, just in case. O draws a little smiley face on his plate with syrup. 

---

O: “Well… this is it,”

---

SCRUFFY: “Today’s the big day,”

---

O: “I can’t believe how far I made it,”

---

SCRUFFY: “I can’t believe how far O made it,”

---

O: “I’m not exactly winning material… but then again, neither is Scruffy,”

---

SCRUFFY: “He’s a big softie. Not nearly as well-trained, unless you count psychology- but then again, I’m an expert at that, too. He’s just gone to- ugh- “therapy”. Who has therapy helped?”

---

O: “I’m thinking that once I get back, winnings or not, I might cancel my sessions with Dr. Anderson. I feel like… I don’t know. Pathologizing my problems has made them worse, somehow. Maybe it’s time to try a different approach. The… Scruffy approach, I guess,”

---

SCRUFFY: “Still, I can’t help but wonder if all of this dedication- all the hours I’ve spent rewatching the original show, all my community college classes, all my reading and training- has really helped me get here. I’ve been missing an obvious pattern. If only I could figure out what that is…”

---

 O looks up from his syrup smile and waves at Scruffy. “Hey, bro. Good luck today,”

Scruffy blinks. “Um… okay,”

“Attention, campers! Your final challenge starts in five minutes out by the trailers. Time to bring your A-Game!”

---

Scruffy and O stand an arm’s length apart as Chris paces between them, humming to himself. “You’ve lived. You’ve loved. You’ve laughed. And most importantly, you’ve lost. Today is the final test of strength, wits, smarts and endurance- both of you will enter, but only one will emerge a hero. And with a big fat check,” Chris chuckles. 

“Today’s final challenge is a multi-part rendezvous across the set. You will start here and make your way through the city,” 

Scruffy immediately jumps into a running stance, ready to take off. 

Chris grins. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The first leg of your race to the finish line was inspired by your very first challenge here- the birdocalypse. Thousands of territorial birds are having their afternoon nap on the city set. Wake them up, and you might have a problem,” he goes on. “After that, you’ll make your way through a ghost-filled maze, inspired by the video game and period flick challenges. Once you’re out, you’ll run the final stretch to Lot B- a functional studio next door. The first to arrive wins the prize. Ready?”

Scruffy and O exchange nervous glances. 

“Go!”

The two don't run, but awkwardly walk off in the same direction, as if taking a pleasant afternoon stroll. 

O’s eyes drift over to Scruffy and he winces. 

---

O: “Is it weird to ask them for advice? I feel like it’s weird, but…”

---

“Hey, dude,” O says, looking over. “I know we’re competing and all, but-”

“Shh!” Scruffy interrupts him, holding a finger to their lips. They point ahead, where a black mass is covering the city set- it’s almost like an oil spill, but instead of the viscous glimmering liquid, it’s hundreds of sleeping crows. 

Scruffy goes first while O hangs back, looking ahead nervously. The former moves through the set, stepping over birds on the road and ducking under birds on the street signs and lamps. They delicately step, roll, and skip through the set with expert agility while O watches on. 

---

SCRUFFY: “This isn't so hard! Just a little yoga moves and some spatial awareness. Maybe I haven’t lost my zing after all!”

---

Scruffy reaches the other side and turns to wave at O- in a clearly taunting way. O crosses his arms and glares. 

---

O: “Yeah- no chance of friends there,”

---

Scruffy reaches the mouth of the maze and chuckles. “Easy. Is this all you got, Chris?”

Chris rolls his eyes and pulls out a large remote. His thumb hovers over the big red button on the surface for a few moments, taunting Scruffy, before he slams it and the maze lifts off the ground and begins rotating on a large metal plate. 

Scruffy watches the ground disappear beneath them and sighs. 

---

SCRUFFY: “WHY would I say that? That’s the easiest mistake to avoid on this show!”

---

Back on the city set, O tip-toes over the birds, nearly stumbling over each one. He’s breathing heavily, and almost falls over at least ten times. 

But, he reaches the end and sighs before jogging off. O reaches the entrance of the rotating maze and gawks at it. 

“Yeahhhh,” Chris grins. “Don’t worry, though, we’re prepared for this.”

Chef wheels out a canon. 

---

Scruffy wanders through the maze, dizzy and unbalanced as it spins around itself. They’re about as green as their hair, but still pressing on nonetheless. 

---

SCRUFFY: “I’ve been trying to improve my gag reflex since island. I’m usually pretty good, but I have… a thing about other people getting sick in front of me. As long as that doesn’t happen, I’m set,”

---

O’s screams echo, growing closer and closer before he slams into the concrete of the maze behind Scruffy, leaving a hole in the ceiling. He coughs. 

“Don’t throw up!” Scruffy shouts. 

O stands, rubbing his head. “Wasn’t gonna. Don’t worry, man, I’ll leave you be,”

Scruffy nods and the two run in opposite directions. 

---

O: “I get it! Scruffy has nothing to get from me, so why would I bother them?”

---

Scruffy steps through the maze, scratching their head as it spins. “This isn’t good. I’m all turned around,”

Chris’ voice blares over the intercom: “That’s the point, Total Drama Genius!”

They sigh and hold onto the wall while stumbling along. The maze suddenly lurches and begins turning in the opposite direction, sending Scruffy tumbling to the ground. They groan and sit up against the wall. “It’s hopeless. I keep lying to myself and telling myself I can do this, but I can’t! I don’t know what I’m doing,” they turn to the camera. “I’m sorry, Jules.”

---

O walks along, faring much better than Scruffy. A light breeze tussles his hair and he turns to where it’s coming from- and just around that corner, a beam of sunlight filters through. He grins and jogs forward. 

As he rounds the corner and sees the exit, though, he hears a loud cry. The sound of Scruffy’s wailing carries through the maze, and it stops O in his tracks. 

He hesitates. 

---

O: “I know I shouldn’t go back. I mean, what if it’s a trap? What if Scruffy is just trying to get my help and then dump me after? But…” he sighs. “I’m not like them. I’m a nice person, and there’s nothing weak about that.”

---

O turns and jogs off into the dark. 

---

Scruffy, curled into a ball on the floor, cries in anguish. 

“Hey? Dude?” 

They whimper loudly. O sits down next to them and sighs. 

“Listen, I’m not gonna try to fix your problems, ‘cause I know that’s not what you like,” O says. “But you should know that… well, you don’t have to win this. You’re not a weak person for not being mean and conniving like the people who get far on this show…”

“But I want to be!” they whimper, eyes full of tears. “I want to be Heather!”

“But you’re not… Heather,” O looks around awkwardly. “You shouldn’t want to be, either?”

“I’ve been studying this show since primary, I’ve taken all the classes, done all the research, trained to perfection- why am I so bad at this?”

O pats Scruffy’s shoulder. “You’re not. You’re good.”

“But not like you. You didn’t even try and you made it to the same exact spot I got to! I don’t get it. Were you a pawn? A twist villain I didn’t see coming?” Scruffy rocks back and forth. 

O raises an eyebrow. “Um… no… I don’t know, man, I’m just nice,”

“You can’t win just by being nice, I mean, that’s… that’s improbable! The nicest contestants always get got!” Scruffy says. “I’m nice! I’m not mean!”

“Yeah, man, but you’re kinda… uh, you know… you’re not the easiest to be around,”

Scruffy’s eyes water again. “Wh-what do you mean?”

O sucks in his breath through his teeth. “You’re… kind of intense, dude. All you talk about is the show, and, I mean… you’ve got some serious walls up, man,”

“I-I do not! Ask Jules, she’ll tell you! Julia knows!”

“Saying that one of the meanest contestants on the show knows you more than anyone is… not great, Scruffy. Haven’t you made any other friends?”

“Haven’t you?”

O frowns. “I guess not. But… I mean… I dunno,”

“When you say you’re nice, all I hear is that you’re a pushover. You let people use you!” Scruffy says, crossing their arms. “I’m not like that! I don’t like being pushed around!”

“Says the guy who went nuts cause they thought a girl would like them more if they won some dumb game show,”

“Says the guy who hasn’t had a single steady friendship since the show started!”

“Says the guy who needs to impress everyone with how great they are!”

“Says the guy who does the same thing, Dr. O!”

Both huff and turn away from each other. The intercom crackles to life and Chris’ voice sounds slightly peeved. “Hey, guys, this heart-to-heart has been great, but you are IN A CHALLENGE! Now get to it!”

The maze suddenly starts spinning faster, throwing Scruffy and O to opposite sides of the hall they were seated in. Each grab on to a corner of the black walling and hold on for dear life as they’re thrown around like they’re getting flushed down a toilet. 

“I- can’t- hold- on!” O shouts. 

“Take my hand!” Scruffy throws out an arm as O flies off the wall, catching him just in the nick of time. “Maybe I can be… nice after all!”

O smiles gratefully and nods. “Let’s get out of here!”

The two fashion makeshift ice picks out of the forks Scruffy had swiped from the craft services tent and rake their way up the wall as the maze spins even faster. 

“This way!” O instructs, retracing his earlier steps to the exit of the maze. The two reach the door and look to the ground below, where only a tiny kiddie pool was left to break their fall. 

“Ready?” O shouts. 

Scruffy nods. “On the count of three!”

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

The two hold hands as they jump, both screaming and flailing their free arms until they land in the shallow pool below. 

“We… we made it!” Scruffy shouts with glee as O coughs up a mouthful of water behind them. “We did it together!”

O stands. “We did, didn’t we? Together,” O puts an arm over Scruffy’s shoulder. “No strings attached.”

“No expectations,”

“No value!”

Scruffy nods. “Let’s wing this,”

The two start off on the final track, throwing the doors of a large set building open and running through it, approaching a final set of double doors. 

“Hey,” Scruffy jogs up to O. “May the best man win, right?”

O salutes them. “May the best man win!”

---

“And that’s the story of how I lost my first tooth,” Staci says. “And no one ever found the hammer.”

Caesar massages his temples. “Another fascinating story from Staci. Anyone else have something to add?”

Luckily, before someone else can add on, Bonnie runs on stage. Caesar sighs with relief. “Bonnie, here to save the day again! What’s the news?”

“They’re coming!”

Caesar squeals, and the peanut gallery turns to the double doors backstage in anticipation. “Can we get a countdown?”

“Five!” Ass and Courtney both lean forward, then notice each other and glare. 

“Four!” Sha-Mod and McLovin are busy giving each other crudely drawn stick ‘n poke tattoos of each other’s faces. 

“Three!” Julia shoves Patrick out of her face when he gets to close. 

“Two!” Mal blows a gum bubble and texts something on her phone. 

“One!” Bonnie takes a seat and Caesar puts a hand on their shoulder. 

The doors burst open, and Scruffy runs in. 

“The winner of Total Takes Action, everyone!” Caesar shouts. “Scruffy!”

A shower of confetti and balloons fall from the ceiling and the crowd cheers. Julia stands and runs to the doors, hugging Scruffy. “I missed you!”

O jogs in behind them, breathing heavily. He notices Scruffy and Julia and gives the former a thumbs up. The peanut gallery continues whooping and cheering as Patrick storms over and pull the two apart. 

“What a season, what a cast!” Caesar says. “And here’s our runner up, O!”

O waves as the crowd cheers for him, then collapses. A select group from the peanut gallery- Michela, Peter, Kelly, and Al- run to help him off the floor and into the stands.

"You did well," Michela says.

Peter grins. "You did awesome!"

"Even though I didn't win?"

"Hey, man, you have integrity. That's what counts," Michela continues. "Dinner tonight, on us?"

O smiles. "Deal,"

Caesar turns to Bonnie. “Thoughts, feelings?”

“Not many. I’m a little hungry,”

“Oh, God, me too. Those finger sandwiches are three parts air, I swear,” Caesar says. 

“Uh, hello? SCRUFFY WON!” Julia shouts. 

“Oh, right,” Caesar says. “Scruffy, do you want a sandwich?”

He grins as Julia huffs. 

“Well, this has been Total Takes Action- The Aftermath. We’ll see you all soon for- what’s this?” Caesar presses an earpiece, and then bursts out laughing. “Oh, my God- no- really, you’re joking? You’re not?” he turns to the audience. “Chris McLean has been arrested and is currently in custody for illicit activities!”

The crowd cheers even louder, the big screen rolls down and displays a live newscast. Chris is being led from the Action set in handcuffs, Chef and the interns watching from behind a police barricade.

"You CANNOT do this to me! Do you know who I am?!" Chris shouts. "Chef- call my lawyer- call the producers- call my mom!"

"You should've remembered our anniversary,"

"CHEF!"

The police drag Chris into the back of their squad car while he screams. The wind picks up and his hair detaches itself, flying away in the breeze.

"MY TOUPEE!"

Chef rolls his eyes. A white van pulls up just as the cops slam the door of their cruiser on Chris, and a team of hazmat-suited scientists hop out of the back. The broadcast ends and turns back to the studio, where a blonde woman with a tight face reads off the happenings to new viewers. The monitor turns off.

Scruffy raises an eyebrow. “What happened?”

“No official reasons yet,” Caesar says. “In due time, I suppose. In the meantime, we’ll-”

An intern runs over to the host and hands him a letter. He huffs and opens it. “It’s from Scary. It just says “told you so”,”

Bonnie rolls their eyes. 

“Well… all I have to say is that if this was the last time we got to be together, I’m glad we met,” Scruffy says. “I love you guys.”

The former contestants turn to each other with warm smiles. 

“And yet… this can’t be the end,” Scruffy says. “We haven’t had a musical season yet!”

“Woah, woah, let’s save that for the Gemmy’s,” Caesar chuckles. “We’re about out of air time, but… I want to say that it’s been a hell of a season, everyone! See you all soon!”

#tta #total takes action

[neacle]

also all of the ship asks for Dinahboose because themmmmmm ;-;

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet? Well, they've known each other the longest, and they met when C.B arrived to Apollo Victoria. Dinah has lived there her whole life.

What was their first impression of each other? Dinah thought C.B was funny and sweet, and C.B thought Dinah was sweet and caring, they got along quickly, and complimented each other well

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? A few months after the race, Ashley and Buffy started to sense some tension between them and kinda tried to spur Dinah on. Meanwhile, Dustin is quick to spot feelings blooming and tried to encourage C.B.

Who felt romantic feelings first? Hard to say, both started to feel them gradually and over time pretty much at the same time.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings? Yes lmao, Dinah because she didn't want to jump into another thing after being so long with Greaseball, and also because C.B has never expressed any sort of interests in girls before, so she tried to keep it to herself. And C.B was unsure about his feelings and wanted to work out why and how he suddenly felt this way about his best friend, that happened to be a girl. And it's not like she'd ever go for a scrawny little guy like him after she's been with a big engine like Greaseball....

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? "What? That's silly, he's my best friend and he likes guys" "What? That's silly, she's my best friend and I like guys"

What would their lives be like if they had never met? I think Dinah would be even more unsure of herself than if she didn't have C.B in her life, and Greaseball and a lot f other guys would have walked over her even more. And C.B would still continue with his crashes and sabotaging, and maybe it'd go so bad that he'd just get worse and worse (even if i personally HC him as only crashing trains in races to help GB win, otherwise he's mostly full of shit and lies lmao)

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go? Dinah did I guess, she got caught in a moment and went in for a kiss 😌 It went surprisingly well

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like? I guess so! Damn I haven't thought about a date yet hmmmm But yes ofc they'd go on a official date, and it would be a little awkward but very sweet

What was their first kiss like? Sweet and unsure, and then hungry and passionate. They're both very greedy lol

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? Well, I guess this is C.B's first real relationship, with any person, and specifically with a girl. Before that he just fucked around like a horny little gremlin

What’s their height difference? Age difference? Dinah is 160 cm, and C.B is 162 cm (so 5,2 and 5,3 ft) And Dinah is 30 years old, and C.B 29

What’s their relationship with each other’s families? Well, Ashley and Buffy are supportive, even if they're a little careful with his history with sabotaging. Pearl is still on the offense, but wants to be a good sport for Dinah. Greaseball was shocked at first, he didn't see it coming, and it takes a while for him to warm up to the idea. The freight all like Dinah, so they're on board, and Dustin and Ashley are besties so

Who takes the lead in social situations? Both? They're very socially adept and likes to mingle, tho Dinah is shy when she doesn't know the person, so then C.B steps in

Who gets jealous easier? Dinah I think, once she's in a relationship she tends to get clingy. But C.B isn't far behind, tho he tends to show it in more quiet and self concious ways

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear? C.B lmao, he loves to make Dinah blush

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first? Dinah, she's more comfortable and vocal about things overall

What are their primary love languages? Cute nicknames, touches, handholding, stroking the hair, cuddling

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines? C.B, they're terrible, but they make Dinah laugh so

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? Very, very much. They hold hands like all the time, and cuddle whenever they sit together, and Dinah loves to kiss his red cheeks

Who initiates kisses? Both, they're like i mentioned very greedy lmao

Who’s the big and little spoon? Dinah has always been the little spoon, so she tends to cuddle up to C.B, but they sometimes switch or just sleep embracing eachother

What are their favorite things to do together? Sing, dance, bake, braid flowers. In the winter they switch their wheels to blades and go ice skating on the nearest lake, but they've always done that lol

Who’s better at comforting the other? C.B is better at comforting Dinah, he's done it for most of their friendship after all. But Dinah is slowly starting to see outside her own bubble too, and she's very good at comforting as soon as she leans into it

Who’s more protective? Dinah lmao She a moma bear

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? Both? Or well, Dinah prefers both, while C.B is more physical

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? All Shook Up by Elvis Presley Ganz Allein, naturally lol (preferably with Kapa or Hans) Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye I will Always Love You by Dolly Parton

What kind of nicknames do they call each other? C.B calls Dinah "Dee, Dee-dee, babe" Dinah calls C.B "Cee, Ceeb, sugah, honey, my guy, my lil' man"

Who remembers the little things? Both, they're very good at remembering things lol

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes? C.B would, tho i don't think they'll ever get officially coupled, but we'll see lol

What’s the wedding like? Who attends? Small and intimate, lots of flowers, their closest friends and family

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like? No kids. I imagine Dinah would perhaps want some, but C.B is not parent-material, they'll take it when and if they get there

Do they have any pets? I imagine that they would love to have some small critters around, and no this is not only because it's you Jenny, but i can see them have chickens lol Dinah would use the eggs for baking and cooking

Who’s the stricter parent? Again, no kids prob But Dinah would be stricter

Who worries the most? Dinah, she's used to certain things going her way and she's used to being in control and wanting everything to look good and function. C.B goes more with the flow

Who kills the bugs in the house? Both? Or Dinah lets them out

How do they celebrate holidays? Huge dinners, and lovely desserts, with their close kin

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? Both of them lmao, but they also work the same hours so they pretty much get up at the same time anyway

Who’s the better cook? Again, they don't really *need* to eat, but Dinah, definitely. But C.B is very observant and likes to learn

Who likes to dance? Booooth, they dance a lot, and have for a long time

#starlight express #dinahboose #dinah x cb #stex dinah #stex cb #stex caboose #stex headcanons #my headcanons #ask game