(this was inspired by my experience this morning, hope you enjoy it!)
You were setting up your fold out chair as your daughter ran up and down the field with her teammates. You smiled as you watched her do twirls on the soccer field as the coach double checked his roster. This was your daughter’s first game and you knew it was going to be a little rough considering she was only five and hadn’t ever played before minus the half hour practice the day before.
“What da bloody hell is all this?” You rolled your eyes as Niall stood next to your chair. His voice was full of annoyance as he watched the group of kids running around without any real direction. “She’s out there twirlin around, babe our daughter is out there lookin like she’s in da ballet not on a footie field!” He was pacing behind you now, you knew this was going to be rough on him.
“She’s five love.” You turned your head so you could flash him a reassuring smile but he just rolled his eyes and shook his head at you. “This is FFPS Niall, you know what that stands for right?” You asked as your attention went back to your redheaded daughter running in circles on the field.
“No clue,” you felt him rest his hands on the top of your shoulders, you placed a hand over his and gave it a squeeze. “What da hell is her coach sayin? How is she s’posed ta know what ta do if he isn’t even givin directions?” You let out a chuckle as you felt his hands lift from your shoulder, you saw him run a hand through his hair as he paced the sidelines in front of you now.
“Niall this is Fun Fare Positive Soccer, they are just learning the basics.” He turned and shot you a playful glare before turning back to look at your daughter who was now full on dancing around the field. “They don’t even keep score.” You saw his whole body freeze for a moment before he turned his body so he was now facing you.
“Ya mean ta tell me our daughter is in one of those sissy leagues where everyone’s a bloody winner?” His voice was a harsh whisper as he stepped closer to you. “She needs ta learn dats not how the world works babe.” He was standing right next to you now and you just grabbed one of his hands with the both of yours.
“Niall, my love.” You looked up at him and squeezed his hand as his eyes drifted away from the field to your face. You brought his hand to your lips and gave it a quick kiss. “She’s five, shes having fun and that’s what matters. If she likes it after this season we can put her in a non sissy league where there is only one winner.” You reassured him and a small smile appeared on his face causing you to smile in return.
“God can you two like focus on the game and not on each other?” You saw Niall roll his eyes as your sister set her chair down next to yours. “How’s our little soccer star doing?” She added once she as situated and sitting next to you. You let go of Niall’s hand and soon he was once again pacing up and down the field but this time he was doing it behind your chair due to some sideways glances from the other parents.
“Shes doing good, she hasn’t cried at all.” You answered causing her to laugh. You heard Niall huff from behind you and you just shook your head.
“That’s it angel! Kick it!” Niall yelled and it only made your daughter stop and look at him. “Look at the ball baby! Not at me! The ball!” She was waving now and your sister couldn’t help but snicker next to you as you smiled and waved back at her.
“You’re doing great baby!” You shouted and Niall let out a frustrated noise just as the coach blew the whistle signaling that it was half time. You watched as your daughter skipped her way over to you as you held out her water bottle so she could take a few sips.
“Daddy! Did you see me?” She was standing in front of you but her eyes were focused on Niall who was standing behind you. She smiled at him and soon he was bent down next to her looking her right in the eye. “I stood next to the ball! Did you see that?” You had to place a hand over your mouth to contain your giggle as a giant grin took over Niall’s face.
“Ya did great my little love! Proper footie star you are!” He quickly scooped her up in his arms and was standing up as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She giggled as Niall placed sweet kisses all over her face.
“Just call it soccer Niall.” Your sister teased causing Niall to playfully stick his tongue out making your daughter laugh. The coach blew the whistle letting everyone know half time had ended.
“Go get em baby.” You shouted as Niall placed her back on the ground and she took off towards her teammates.
“Dis time kick da ball baby! You can do it!” You laughed as Niall shouted at your daughter just as she began running down the field towards the ball. You felt Niall give your shoulder a squeeze causing you to smile. He leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of your head as you placed your hand over his.
“Maybe we will try softball next.” You joked as the two of you watched your daughter skip around the field, almost as if she was avoiding the ball at all costs but she was smiling and laughing the whole time.
You knew this was killing Niall, he wanted her to be a soccer star and at this rate she was doing more twirling than anything. But you knew at the end of the day Niall just wanted her to have fun and enjoy her time on the field. So he would suck it up and bite his tongue when he thought the coach wasn’t teaching them the right technique, he would just smile when his daughter would wave at him in the middle of the game and at the end he would carry her on his shoulders to the car as she told him all about how close she got to the ball and he would smile and tell her how great she was.
Hello! You've mentioned that some doujin cds are even more..uh... explicit than you standard drama cds and i was wondering exactly how? Do they use naughtier words or..? because from what i've listened to from your average drama cds so far, they're already enough to make me want to set myself on fire lmao (>////<) also if u can, could you make some recs for doujin cds? *sweats nervously* thank u
Short answer: The difference between R18 doujin CDs and regular R18 drama
CDs is like the difference between Ebichu (see below) and Hamtaro. （笑）
Of course, I’m exaggerating. > v < (Hamtaro is family-friendly, after all, and standard R18 otome drama CDs are not in the slightest.) But yes, typically speaking, doujin CDs are more “explicit” namely because there’s really no limitation or censorship on what can be written or said in scripts. Dirty talk is actually dirty talk—so words like what came out of Ebichu’s mouth can also be heard in doujin CDs. (I can say I learned a lot of explicit Japanese vocabulary because of these, and I’m not sure I’m proud of it.) Scenarios can also range from anywhere between a little more titillating than regular R18 otome drama CDs to “WOW THAT’S PRETTY X-RATED” levels of titillation. You have been warned.
If you want to read on, my recommendations are after the cut. ^ - ^
Hi! :) Study language methods depend on your level, on your inclinations/ learning style (visual, auditory, tactic), on many factors, but I´m glad to share my experience, if it helps!
I have been studying German for 4 years now and I have tried many different methods according to my progresses and my ability to learn.
First, I attended German courses at University for three years: we did some reading, listening and speaking in class, working with a Lehrbuch/Kursbuch. In class we got also grammar explanations and exercises , and as homework we had some more grammar exercises and vocabulary exercises from the Arbeitsbuch.
We also got a text comprehension with questions and the task to write down a summary. We trained a lot the grammar part but unfortunately we hadn’t much occasion to train conversation skills.
During the exam we had to present from one up to three texts and we could choose among the texts, we had worked on during the year.
I would have german lesson thrice a week and I have attended, for a year and a half a B2 conversation course at Goethe Institut Neapel.
I also attended 2 summer courses in Berlin and a prep course to get the DaF certificate, a B2/C1 certificate for the admission to german universities.
At the beginning, regular practice is the key.
I regularly did my homework, I read and wrote small texts in german and I noted new words in a small Vocabulary notebook, that I always carry in the bag and I take it updated.
A soon as I can, I take the notebook out and I go through the words repeating them aloud and forming sentences.
At home I also used to write down some sentences with the new words I found in the Arbeitsbuch.
Some tips on learning vocabs in german:
Nouns: learn genre, plural and preposition + cases; f.ex. die Angst/ Ängste vor + Dat
Adjectives: learn prefixes and suffixes f.ex. lesbar, unlesbar; learn adjectives/participles with preposition+ cases, f.ex. abhängig von+DAT
Verbs: learn verbs paradigms (present/past/past participle forms) f.ex. gehen, ging, ist gegangen, learn verbs with prepositions + cases, f.ex sich von etwas ablenken.
Prefixes and particles are fundamental. learn to distinguish f.ex verbs according to the prefix (aufmachen- zumachen, aufnehmen-abnehmen) and in general learn the meaning/function of prefixes f.ex what have “entnehmen” and “entfernen” in common? the prefix “ent-“ has a negative meaning: entnehmen= to remove/ to extract/ tp take sth out of sth/ to deduce; entfernen= to remove, erase, eliminate)
Learn words in context! As soon as you reach an intermediate-advanced level, search for words in monolingual dictionaries and corpora and write definitions and explanations of the words in your vocab notebook instead of translations. Look for and note also synonyms or antonyms.
Some Ideas to practice the language and learn:
Read the news on the web. Deutsche Welle (DW) is an excellent resource for learners from B1. At the beginning, read local daily papers, they are easier than big national newspapers like Süddeutsche Zeitung, Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, Die Zeit, Die Welt, der Spiegel. I read die Berliner Zeitung at least once a week.
Hear german podcasts: I can good recommend the ones from DW exp. die langsame gesprochene Nachrichten, Alltagsdeutsch, Sprachbar, Wort der Woche, Fokus Europa.
Watch german series: I can recommend the Websoaps Jojo sucht das Glück on DW Youtube channel and among the Tv series “Deutschland 83"
Watch the Cartoons and films dubbed in German (they are easier to understand than german films.)
Read aloud. Repeat aloud. Change words and try to explain the meaning of a word/ a sentence on your own words. Talk to yourself, name aloud the things you see and you look at.
Stick some stick-notes on things with their name in German on it.
Write a journal in German, open a youtube channel and register yourself while speaking about a theme, or telling about yourself, ecc. You will also receive a lot of feedbacks from other users.
Do regular “Dictations”: by listening to the radio/to a podcast try to write down what you hear until you get it correct.
Write your agenda/ grocery list/ time plan in German, organize your life in german. Do your researches on Wiki/ Internet in German, switch the language on social networks
Find someone you can talk to in german, a tandem partner/rin, a pen friend, people to chat with through apps like italk, Tandem app, penpals.
Ask yourself questions, be curious about new words, uses, curiosities about Germans and their land.
No, I see the door… I’ll let myself out of the fandom :T
Feeling art block-ish and uncreative with art I’ve been trying to work on, so I took a break to up my artist morale. I wanted to do some Don x Karai art before I feel like I can’t (‘cause I do like Leorai). Though I did figure out how these two could actually work in the current story arch ( >3>);; //send help :T
I can’t promise I won’t draw more Donarai, sorry OTL
Stemmed from my tweet about how “Kiyoshi + Hanamiya = Furihata makes sense because then Furi inherits Kiyoshi’s kindness and is often nervous wreck because the way Hanamiya treats him”. Lovely Bree joined the convo and LALALA NEED TO DRAW THIS!!!
She even asked me to do collab and I was like jsdjdfjkkjdkjdkjkjsdjkjkdsjsdfkjsdjlkjksdjk YASSS I WANT TO BBBUT graduation paper sobs. We’ll settle with comic strips I think(?), and there will be akafuri right, Bree???
Imagine trying to save your relationship with Jared
[[ Requested by Anon ]] Dear Anon, you asked
for a fanfiction which is inspired by a 30STM song, and I don’t really know if
it’s anything like you wanted, but hope you’ll like it!
Jared wants to break up.
You promised each other that
whatever happens, you’ll stay together.
Your relationship’s been awful the past few
months; arguments after arguments, now you barely speak to each other. At first
you blamed his work – he’s been busy all the time, he got home tired and
stressed and just wanted to be alone while you wanted to be with him. But
frankly you were no exception. You’ve been working a lot lately, and the fact
you both wanted different things, you both could never really rest poisoned
your relationship. Yesterday he said he was fed up with you and with all of
this and that he wanted it to end. He said he was going to move out of your
house. You bought it about a year ago, you wanted to get married this year.
“I want to save it.” You say. He’s right in
front of you and looks tired as always. He says nothing, but what scares you
the most is that you can see in his eyes that he just doesn’t care anymore. “I
want to save what’s between us.”
“There’s only anger and hatred between us now.”
“You know it’s not true.” You try to convince
him. “We’ve loved each other once, don’t you remember? You said you loved me
more than the moon and back.”
“That was… like in another life.” Jared’s look
is empty. He doesn’t feel that way anymore, and it hurts you more than you can
bear. You’re afraid this pain is going to break your ribs and tear your lungs
apart. Maybe if you’d scream now, maybe you should and now you want to scream
as loud as you can, maybe it would get rid of the pain. You don’t want to cry
but it’s hard to fight the tears.
“That was our life. The one we live now is not.
It’s not even life. Please, let us try. We can get it back, we can be us again. I clearly remember how it felt
when you said you loved me, and I want to feel it again.” Desperately, but you
don’t say that.
“We tried. It didn’t work.”
Last weekend Jared stayed at Shannon’s place.
At least that’s what he said but you didn’t believe him. You wanted to but a
quiet, hopeless voice in your head said he was lying. You couldn’t sleep all
night, and in the morning when he came home he found you sitting on the couch.
“How’s Shan?” you asked him.
He didn’t look at you, just tossed his jacket
onto a chair and sat down next to you.
“I uhm… I don’t know.” Of course he didn’t. “I
wasn’t at his place.”
You pressed your lips together so hard it hurt
to stop yourself from asking where he was. He glanced at you and answered
“I didn’t do it.” His voice was barely louder
than a whisper. He promised once he’d never do that to you. “I wanted to, but I
“Who was she?”
“I don’t know. Just some girl…”
“Just some girl” you repeated. The fact that
cheating on you crossed his mind didn’t really surprise you to be honest, you
were afraid it’s going to happen at some point. But that it was just some
random girl he didn’t even know was like stabbing a knife into your stomach. It
seemed like anyone was better than
“I swear to you, I didn’t cheat on you. I never
There’s nothing you could say. You stood up,
and walked away. You heard him sniffling silently, and you wanted to turn
around to see if he’s crying. You clenched your fist and without looking at him
you went upstairs.
You two didn’t really speak since then, except
when he announced it’s over.
“Honey, we should end it before any of us does
something stupid. I don’t want to hurt you” he says to you, and it’s killing
you that he still calls you honey. He
sighs and bites his lower lip. “What do you want me to do? Promise you it’s
going to be alright? Promise something stupid again and hurt you in the end?”
He’s angry. Maybe he’s angry at you, maybe he’s angry at himself, and it doesn’t
even matter. “I don’t want that!”
“I don’t need any promise, okay? The only thing
I need is you, for fuck’s sake!” You cannot stay calm either, your hands are
shaking. Why can’t he understand how you feel? How can he be so careless about
It’s been about a week, you haven’t even spoken
since. He left and that was it. To be honest, you felt like shit, and as the
autumn arrived early this year you caught cold right away. You’ve been coughing
badly for the last few days. Your doctor prescribed some medicine, but your
state hasn’t gotten any better yet. Now, home alone you cozy up in your bedroom
with a mug of warm tea and a great book, and you refuse to so anything else. You
don’t look to you side, you hate seeing how empty the bed is without Jared
sleeping next to you.
You suddenly push your book away as you reach
for a tissue; you sneeze about 3-4 times in a row. You start to wonder if you’ll
ever get better or you’ll just stay like this the whole season, when you hear
loud talking from outside. Someone is calling your name, a shaky voice which
you think you recognize. You wait for a few seconds, but when this person
shouts again, you stand up and walk to the window.
The sky outside is dark, the stars and the moon
are hiding behind huge clouds, the light of the street lamps paint everything
yellow. Even Jared, his face is bathing in this artificial light, his long hair
seems brighter now. He is standing outside your house and is looking up at your
room’s window. When you pull over the curtains, he notices you.
“You didn’t pick up the phone!” he says. You
don’t want to open the window, his voices is muffled. “I wanna talk to you.”
Surprised you don’t know what to do. First of
all you didn’t expect him to show up, and you don’t understand why didn’t he
come in, he still has his keys. Or at least he should have them.
“C’mon, babe! I’m not going anywhere till I can
tell you how fucking sorry I am!”
He lifts up his arms for a second and this is
the exact moment you realize he’s drunk. You bump your head into the cold glass
and sigh. You know you have no other choice but closing the curtains and go back
to your book. You don’t want to talk to him like this, it’d be no use.
You sit down and run your fingers into your
hair contemplating what to even think about the situation, when you hear Jared’s
“What the hell…?” you mumble to yourself as you
walk back to the window. You see him stepping closer to the house while he’s
singing as loud as he can. At least that’s what he’s trying to do but it’s more
like shouting. He bites off the end of some words or simply just mashed them up
so you can’t really understand the lyrics. You don’t need to, though, you know
it pretty well. It’s a 30STM song.
da kings and queeeens of promise, we wereeee da victims of ourselves” He stops
for a moment as he stumbles in his own legs while walking. You can’t help but
laugh silently. You’ve never seen him like this before. “Maybe da childreeen o’ a
lesser God, b’tween heaven and heeell.”
Opening the window you wrap your hands around yourself as the cold air
comes in. Now you hear him louder but it doesn’t make the production any
“Jared, stop it!” you say, but he keeps singing. “Jared, stop already!”
“These lessons dat we’ve learned here have only just begun!”
“You’ll wake up the whole neighborhood!”
“Fuck da neighborhood! I wanna talk to you!”
“If I go down, will you stop singing?”
“We are da kiiiings!”
You close the window and now you definitely laugh. This is just too surreal
and you’re sure Jared has no idea what he’s doing. And that he won’t remember
any of this tomorrow. You should be angry at him actually, but the fact that he’s
here makes you feel relieved.
You open the front door and he is standing right in front of you in total
silence. You let him in which he can’t manage at first; his steps are unsteady
and you wait for the moment when he falls down. In the end he reaches your
living room safely and turns towards you.
“You were right. I don’t hate you.”
“Wow, that’s what I call romantic” you say crossing your arms in front of
“No, I mean… You were right. I thought we can’t save it… this… y’a know, us. And maybe we can’t maybe we’ll fuckin’ fail but I wanna try it please let us
try it!” He steps closer to you, and you see despair in his eyes.
“Is it the alcohol speaking” you ask “or is it you?”
“Alright, I’m not gonna deny I had a few drinks, but only a few ‘kay? But
it’s me. I want y’a back.”
You feel pain rushing through your whole body which you greet as an old friend;
it’s the same feeling like when he shut the door after himself.
“Last week you said quite the opposite.” You take a step back, away from him. “Jay, I don’t know.
I want to believe you, but… Jesus, I can’t figure out what the hell you want!”
“You you you you you only you.” He grabs you by the waist to pull you
closer, you feel his body’s warmth through clothes. “I fucked up I know
I am so sorry.” He kisses you and you can taste alcohol on his lips. “I just
wanna be your fucking king again okay? Please let me be.”
He buries his head in your neck, hugging you tightly. You rest you hands on
his back and just stand there. You don’t even know how you feel. Happy, scared,
relieved, angry, sad? All at once?
When Jared lies down on the couch insisting you keep him company, you let
him to cuddle up to you. “I love you” he mumbles. You keep petting his hair
till he falls asleep, and in the silent room you start to believe, that
maybe everything’s going to be okay.