especially in the third one

Russian names: pet names

As in, names for loved ones, not for pets, although those are fun, too.

(I’ve been considering a post like this for a long time, and then I got an ask requesting it, so I decided to go ahead and pick up my drafts. Dear person who requested it, I’m very sorry, I accidentally clicked “send” before I took note of your URL, that’s why I’m not tagging you. Credits for prompting this are yours, anyway.)

Most Russian partners and spouses address and refer to each other by the diminutives or their first names, sometimes using a slightly different version than everyone else (Vitka or Vitenka, rather than just Vitya, Yurka or Yurochka rather than Yura), but generally, they use the same names for each other as their siblings and close friends use for them.

Also, Russians in general (especially Russian men, Georgi Popovich notwithstanding) are a little (okay, a lot) more reserved than people in a lot of other countries; ending every phone call with “I love you”, making sure there are always fresh flowers in the house and bringing each other breakfast in bed isn’t something that happens very often, not even in novels.. 

Therefore, not a lot of Russians make up pet names for each other, call each other something new and sweet every day or even explicitly say “I love you” at all. 

That said, pet names still do exist, and people do use them - sometimes sincerely, and sometimes jokingly or even in mocking.

Before I begin my three-page rant on Russian nicknames, I’d like to make sure we’re clear about three things.

First, my transliteration isn’t the only correct way to spell it. There’s often no right way to transliterate some words or letters, so if you see and like some other way to spell some word - go ahead and use that, it most possibly doesn’t matter. Just watch out for o/a and e/i in unstressed syllables (it’s YurOchka, VitEnka), because those, if spelled wrong, look like spelling mistakes rather than alternative transliterations.

Second, YMMV. Russia is huge. Dialects exist. People are different. There’s a good chance someone may use some words differently, and that’s okay.

Third, I hope everyone’s aware that it’s also okay to use any words you like in your fanfic, even if they only sound Russian, or don’t even sound Russian at all; it’s your text, you’re the one who’s creating the universe your characters live in; the Russia in your fanfic doesn’t have to be exactly the same as the Russia that exists in our world.

If, however, you want to stick to the real-life Russian pet names, this text is for you.

The first thing that’s important to remember when picking a Russian endearment is gender. A lot of Russian words aren’t gender-neutral, and using the wrong gender makes it hilarious if the person is secure in their gender or offensive, if they have gender-related issues. So please, make sure you pick a gender-neutral word or use the correct version of a gendered one. I marked all feminine words with an f, and all masculine with an m, and explicitly stated if the word is gender-neutral.

The word most frequently used in fanfic, “дорогой(m, dorogoy)/дорогая(f, dorogaya)” is, indeed, the equivalent for “darling”, but in real life it’s hardly ever used as an endearment. Instead, it’s more of a word for old married couples: “Dorogaya, you ruined my life, - You’re not exactly a gift yourself, dorogoy!”. It’s used ironically or jokingly much more often than as an actual way to address someone you love. It’s also the same word as “expensive”, so statements like “Moya dorogaya is very dorogaya, that’s the third silver necklace this week” aren’t unheard of.

Much more often used is “милый(m, miliy)/милая(f, milaya)”. It basically means the same - “dear/darling” - but sounds more gentle and intimate. Young women use that, along with lubimiy, on girly forums to refer to their boyfriends (”Last night miliy said that I…”).

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No sé si se puede expresar con palabras nuestro agradecimiento por todo lo que nos dieron. De verdad, no tienen idea de cuánto cambiaron nuestras vidas, nuestros valores, nuestras creencias. Desde el principio, vimos en sus ojos algo más, vimos seis jóvenes con todas las ganas de escribir historia, en un mundo donde nadie se atrevía a hacer una diferencia. Toda la magia, toda la verdad que transmitían nos hizo hacer parte de la generación rebelde. Y lo que ustedes nos dieron a cambio fue un tatuaje que no hay tiempo que pueda borrar, un tatuaje de amor. Por eso, les damos las gracias. Gracias por enseñarnos a ser fuertes, a luchar por lo que creemos, por las palabras, por ayudarnos a mantener la fe. Gracias por enseñarnos a ser tolerantes, a respetar la libertad. Gracias por cada sonrisa, por cada lágrima. Gracias por salvar vidas tan sólo con ofrecer su amor. Gracias por hacernos una familia. Muchas gracias, por tanto y por todo, RBD. ♥

04 de octubre de 2004 – ∞

The Office

2 teams of 6 good looking men, 1 intern, 1 receptionist and an overwhelming amount of tension and flirting.

Part Five - The Dinner

Genre: CRACK | Fluff | Angst
Members: OT7 
Word count: 4,789 

A/N: Here’s to some actual plot. Same amount of crACK MORE AH - Amelia

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Sirius strode into the dormitory, storming past his own bed and going straight to Remus.

“No,” he said, planting himself in front of the werewolf.

Remus didn’t look up immediately, and kept reading.

“I said, no,” Sirius repeated, slightly impatiently.

Remus sighed, turned the page, then marked his page and set the book down. “No, what, Sirius?”

“You,” he said, “are not going alone.” Sirius motioned wildly to their calendar (with helpful pictures for where the full moon was, although Remus never needed it). Written on December 14th were the words “ANOTHER GODDAMN SUPERMOON”.

Remus sighed. Despite his protests, the three wanted to come with him, knowing full well the dangers, especially during the supermoon. “This is the third one this year, Sirius,” Remus said tiredly. “Nothing has changed. I still don’t want you going with me.”

“And nothing has changed for us,” Sirius insisted. James and Peter had already made their attempts on Remus, to no avail. Remus rejected them completely, not even considering their idea. Sirius was the last attempt. “We still want to be with you, because it’s a supermoon. Did you ever consider that?” Sirius crossed his arms smugly, seemingly assured in his argument.

Remus looked down and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Look, my answer is still no. I refuse to be the one at fault for injuring, or worse, killing you. Did you consider that?”

Sirius knelt down in front of Remus, looking up pleadingly into his boyfriend’s eyes. “It’s not you,” he said, softly, grabbing Remus’ knees. “It’s not you.”

“But it is!” Remus exploded,  standing up quickly, knees hitting Sirius. “I’m the one who’s at fault every month! I’m the one who hurts you. I’m the one that you have to make excuses for every full moon. I’m the burden and it’s all my fucking fault! I can’t stand waking up in the hospital wing every month, not knowing if I’m going to look over and see someone I care about so deeply in the bed next to me. All of this is on me!” Remus stopped, unshed tears burning in his eyes. He looked down, barely able to make eye contact.

Sirius sat still on the floor, sitting in front of Remus. “Moony.”

What, Sirius? What could you possibly have to say to me right now?”

“Come with me.” Sirius scrambled off the floor, less graceful than usual, but determined to take his Moony with him. Remus followed after a moment of indecision, trusting his Padfoot. “Close your eyes,” Sirius said gently, tugging Remus by the hand. Remus obeyed, following blindly.

“Come on,” Sirius giggled. “Watch your head there, it’s the bed - oop, there’s a trunk there, sorry Moons…” Remus laughed slightly at Sirius’ antics but continued to follow with his eyes closed.

Soon, Remus stood with his spine pressing into something. “Okay, Moons, you can open your eyes now.” On Sirius’ command, he opened his eyes and raised his head. He stood squished in a doorframe, with Sirius standing inches away from him.

Remus raised an eyebrow skeptically. “What a wonderful doorway,” he said, voice practically dripping with sarcasm.

“Aw, come on, Rem,” Sirius pouted.

Remus’ eyes softened. “Wanna tell me what this doorway has to do with you coming with me to the supermoon?”

Sirius pointed up. Hanging from the top of the frame was a small sprout of mistletoe. “This,” he said gently.

“It’s mistletoe,” Remus said with a shrug. Realization suddenly crossed his face. “Siri-”

Sirius cut him off all at once. He surged forwards and caught Remus’ mouth with his own. Sirius pushed Remus against the doorframe, intensity surging through both of them. Remus pushed back,  biting at Sirius’ lower lip. Sirius moaned into the kiss, arms reaching up and around Remus’ neck, burying his hands in Remus’ hair. It was a battle for dominance, neither able to completely win against the other. Suddenly, the kiss changed, intensity fading as the two began again, kissing gently. Remus cupped Sirius’ face with his hands, pushing his hair out of his face. All too soon, they separating, slightly out of breath.

“Now do you see?” Sirius whispered. He stood straight, as if he were trying to be as tall as Remus, something he could never do. “I can’t leave you alone like that.”

“And I couldn’t ask you to put yourself in that much danger for me,” Remus said, looking down at the ground.

“You’re not asking me,” Sirius argued softly. “I’m doing this because I love you. You’ve already asked me not to go twice. I couldn’t bear to let you go alone again.”

Remus sighed. “I’m not getting rid of you on this one, am I?”

“Nope,” Sirius smirked, crossing his arms.

“Fine,” Remus conceded. “On one condition.”

“Anything,” Sirius blurted quickly, then blushed slightly at the implications.

“You have to be my boyfriend.” Remus blushed slightly too.

Sirius blinked once, then grinned. He stood on his toes to press his smiling lips to Remus’ once again.

“Is that a yes?” Remus smiled at Sirius’ kiss-swollen lips, how beautiful he always was.

“Of course, Remus,” Sirius said. “I could never say no to you.”

“Well, then, we have some things to do,” Remus said, grabbing Sirius’ arm and pulling him down the hall into their dorm.

I need to hang some more mistletoe.

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hqbabecanons  asked:

(ц`ω´ц*) could i request some hcs for wakatoshi and tetsutetsu with a taller than them fem s/o? does the s/o tease them? (in waka's case does the team tease him? in tetsu the class?) how do they feel with that, how do they go in for a kiss etc? thank you and I love your writing~!!

How are y’all liking these Haikyuu!! request? Because I LOVE THEM. 


  • Ushijima honestly doesn’t care if his s/o taller than him. 
    • He likes you. That’s all that matters. And all that should matter.
    • He is a simple man and is confident in himself so he doesn’t see why he should feel inferior to you. 
  • And the team doesn’t really care either. 
    • Even though you are a good deal taller than everyone, they all treat you like a little sister. Especially the third years. 
    • Tendou is the only one who dares to tease the two of you. 
  • Don’t tease Ushijima unless you want to get spanked.
    • You might be taller than him, but Ushijima is much, much stronger than you.
    • He will put you over his knee and show you who’s boss. 

  • Tetsutestu sometimes feels a little inferior about his height compared to his s/o’s 
    • How is he supposed to be your tough man if he can’t even reach the tallest shelf?
    • He tends to over compensate because he wants to be your manly man, but he always messes up when he tries to show off in front of you. 
  • His classmates think his relationship is adorable. You make such a cute couple. But they aren’t above some good-natured teasing.
    • Class B is like a family. Nothing is sacred. Everyone gets teased. No hard feelings, but it’s bound to happen.
  • You don’t make fun of Tetsutetsu. He gets enough of that during the school day. But you do like to tease him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
    • He wasn’t a leg man until you made him into one.
    • Damn. You have nice legs.
    • He loves you in long socks, stockings, garter belts, high boots, anything that you can slowly pull up your long legs. 
    • You like surprising him by wearing his favorite pair of thigh highs … and nothing else.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I love this blog! What do you think of BBC's Merlin? Do you think it's a good or entertaining adaptation or not loyal enough to the legends?

Hello! Thank you!

I actually don’t have a problem with something not loyal to the legends. I enjoyed the new King Arthur movie a lot and I just watched a movie where Morgana and Mordred use alien technology to defeat Bangkok’s residents descendants of arthurian knights- and it was great! 

My main problem is actually the opposite. I loved Merlin BBC first season because everything was new and different, but to me it felt like they had to force the ‘famous’ arthurian themes on the show, later on. There was no need to turn Morgana into a villain (not that I didn’t enjoy it, but it seemed a bit of an extrem turn when you rewatch the first season), and absolutely no need to put random knights with no back story, or to have Lancelot and Guinevere have their affair, or even to get to Camlann. It felt to me that they shaped the characters they introduced to get the famous bits of legends- ending up with a lot of contraddictions.

I would have enjoyed more a show less constricted by these arthurian milestones (’Morgana has to be evil’, ‘Morgana is Arthur’s sister’, ‘Mordred is a villain’, ‘Guinevere cheats on Arthur’, ‘the Fisher King’, ‘Arthur dies at Camlann’) and more about developing the characters and the stories in the shows (what about the dragon? what about Arthur actually rethinking the magic ban instead of rushing it in the last seconds? What about episodes about the other knights?). 

Cookies & Cream - a Kristanna Harvest Fest Fic

I come bearing a fluffy coffeeshop AU! Hopefully this will compensate for the pain I caused yesterday (and I really am very, sincerely sorry to anyone who found that fic upsetting, if you usually read my stuff and needed to skip it I totally understand <3). I promise that this is pure fluff! 

This is another story that started life as an anonymous inbox fic but was never finished, and it’s dedicated to @snowfjord​! I kept meaning to come back to it, but it never happened, and I meant to try to finish it as a regular fic for you birthday, and THAT never happened, but here it is now and happy belated birthday! I hope it’s worth the wait <3

The incredible @sargar3000​ contributed the beautiful artwork, because she is amazing <3 <3 <3 Please heap praise upon her!

  • Cookies & Cream
  • Rated G
  • Words: 5031
  • Prompt: Rain
  • Art by @sargar3000


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I always get excited to see Kags taking more of a leadership role in Karasuno. He can (and probably will, eventually, in his second and especially third year) become one of the leaders of Karasuno guiding the team to victory.

Kageyama has progressed from focusing on his own game to combinations with Hinata, then to successful teamwork with everyone in Karasuno, and now he’s finally starting to learn how to orchestrate the game overall (in some moments, not all the time, but he’s getting there).

I believe that with time Kags may have a position in Karasuno similar to Kenma in Nekoma: not just an amazing setter, but someone who has a deep impact on the play of all of his teammates, who can observe the game impartially and give really good advice to his teammates (Tsukki too, he was the mastermind of Karasuno’s defense in the match against Shiratorizawa, and will probably continue to improve as the team progresses in the nationals).

My actual dream for next year would be for Kags and Tsukki to act as leaders during Karasuno’s matches (in defense and offense respectively), while Ennoshita as official team captain would be in charge of keeping first-years in check and handling other captain duties that Kags and Tsukki might find too tedious.

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well it was nice knowing you anchan

Extremely annoying Steven Universe moment: When the Gems & Steven went all the way to a Human Zoo in space, met an entire family of Amethysts that were arguably the kindest Homeworld Gems we’ve met, learned that every single Rose Quartz Gem that survived the War was safely bubbled, and did fuck shit about it. 

Like…..do I have to bribe the whole studio to get them to think about a jailbreak plot. Even if they don’t become Crystal Gems (which is getting old. Can we have some morally gray Gems?) I’m pretty sure they would have been useful allies against Homeworld forces. Like, I’d be pretty damn pissed if the Diamonds bubbled me up for thousands of years or if I’d been abused by a power-hungry blueberry. 

Literally two choices can come from this. 1) They don’t come back, 2) They come back and recruit. Both choices are infuriating. Especially the second one because the effort is unnecessary. 

A third, previously unforeseen choice could be that while Steven is on Homeworld, he gets some help. But like….he could have gotten that help ages ago.