In my story there's a scene in which my bilingual protagonist is speaking to her also-bilingual grandmother. Is it realistic to have them regularly switch between languages?
As someone who is extremely fluent in Spanglish, yes. I do this all. the. time. to my parents and it drives them crazy. My cousin can even flawlessly switch languages within the same sentence so you get such gems as “Yo no se why the gato no quiere ir to the park” which is like grammatically correct and totally makes sense if you’re fluent in both languages (it also totally makes other people super confused which is fun. I once did this on purpose with Spanish, English and French with my sister just to annoy another cousin 😈).
Just a little tip, in my experience kids who grew up with two languages are more likely to the weird switch thing than someone that learned a second language later on in life and have a clear native language. For me, my sister and cousin who learned Spanish before English but grew up in Canada with English we can and do switch often when speaking to other bilingual people, depending on the context. I think it’s because we’re fluent and comfortable enough with both that we just choose the words that fit best? I don’t really know to be honest, it’s just weird. However, our parents and other adult family friends like them who grew up with Spanish and learned English as a second language and occasionally struggle with the finer points usually stick to Spanish if they can. So because of this the grandmother could be slightly annoyed by this but she could still go along with it for her granddaughter.
bts does this thing where like I don’t even realize they’re internationally famous kpop idols… the way they interact with us and the way they let us into their daily lives and show us their real selves is incredible, I feel that I know each of them personally and that we have a close genuine relationship like I actually consider all 7 of them as family. they’ve broken that barrier between idol and fan effortlessly and that’s really amazing to me
So, I didn’t doodle as much as I had wanted to when we were flying on Singapore, though they had excellent service and the stewardesses were incredibly polite. I saw some concept art of Pitch prior at the airport when I was checking messages on my phone and wanted to attempt a version similar to one I saw, creating a character and personality to go with it in my head. (which Pitchy isn’t amazing for a name, but meh, it’s staying and I plan on drawing more of him at some point. Just love the look and couldn’t resist the snaggle-tooth! Will play around with his appearance a bit too.)
My husband ordered me the Rise of the Guardians Art book and I can’t wait for it to arrive!
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Summary: Lee Taeyong was not someone to be trifled with. He was like a disease, you needed to stay away; at least, that’s what you were told. Except, the Lee Taeyong you heard of and the one you saw were two entirely different people.
Warnings: Bullying, Suicide Attempt (toward the end); overall dark themes, despite light language being used, so if any of this triggers you, please DO NOT READ THIS.
The video below really hits you where it hurts.
You had heard the rumors about him, even before you
met him. Lee Taeyong: infamous, but not for particularly pleasant reasons.
Apparently, according to your friend, someone not to be associated with; an
ex-bully, cheater, scammer. The list went on and on, but you weren’t
particularly inclined to listen.
When I was younger and to this point I was never considered “boy crazy” like my cousin, sister, aunt and grandmother. Whenever someone asks my grandmother if I have a boyfriend yet she’ll say “she’s smart, she hasn’t gotten involved with boys yet.” Oh man, there’s a reason for that buddy boy.
I felt both arousal and fear when I came home to find nobody but, my crazy cousin in my house dressed like this. Over the last 5 years, I had missed her thick ass bouncing in my dick. However, I remembered that she had been in jail all that time, for killing her ex and she wasn’t supposed to be out for another 10. She just looked at me with that expression of longing on her face. I don’t know whether to strip or too run. After a quick consideration of all my options, I swallowed hard and began to strip. I wasn’t sure if I would make it out of this alive but, if I didn’t…..I guess I’ve lived a pretty full life.
“Hey, Noble,” she returned from her place on the floor. They had greeted each other that way for over a year now, as John had knocked on her door asking if she was C.Oswald or R.Tyler.
“Roooose,” he cooed, kneeling down to meet her eyes, “might I ask why you’re on the floor in the middle of the hallway?”
Rose sighed, “Clara left early for Christmas with her girlfriend and I left my keys in the flat.”
“Would you like my spare?”
“No, I’d rather freeze out here until January.”
But she was already on her feet heading into his flat.
This building was often rented out to students from the nearby University, meaning you didn’t have to walk very far to find another twenty-something with either more beer or more coffee. John had swiftly become her source for the latter whenever she and Clara were out ever since she started over a year ago. Rose didn’t know what she’d do without him when he and his roommate Jack Harkness left at the end of the year.
That, and he was bloody gorgeous.
John had finally shuffled through his spare keys and handed the right one to her, following her back across the hall into her flat.
“So, you’re roommate’s left. What’re your plans for Christmas?”
Rose shrugged, “My Mum is away with her new boyfriend - lucky thing - so I was supposed to spend Christmas with Clara. I might see if Bill Potts downstairs is staying. I don’t think her girlfriend is back in the country yet…”
“Rose,” John cut in, “you’re not spending Christmas in this tiny flat by yourself. You can come with me.”
“What?” Rose shook her head. “No, I can’t-”
“Sure you can!”
“Impose on you like tha-”
“You remember my cousin Donna?”
“I’m sure you’d rather just have family-”
“She adores you, would love to have you!”
“And I don’t want to cause a fuss-”
“And Aunt Sylvia always cooks enough for twenty-”
“I really don’t want to be rude-”
“And Gramps and Donna have been wanting an opportunity to set us up for ages…”
“So thanks but I have to- Wait, what?”
John did that adorable thing where he tugged on his ear and blushed, “Yeaaah. Well, I might talk about you a lot whenever I go home, so Gramps really wants to meet you, and Donna says I stare at you a lot with a look on my face-”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. John, are you asking me to Christmas so your family can set us up?”
“Er, well, the main reason is that I don’t want you to be alone, and I’d really like to spend more time with you, and erm… I’m too much of a coward to ask you out myself so…yes?”
Rose stared at him for a moment, and the poor thing looked so nervous she thought he’d burst. What the hell could she say to that? Except…
“Do you really think Christmas with your family is a good idea for a first date? A little too much pressure, don’t you think?”
Finally, he perked up, and he was grinning again. “Yes! Absolutely! You are so right, Rose Tyler! So, would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”
“Yes, you plum.”
“And if I’m not too terrible a first date, would you accompany me to Chiswick for Christmas with my wacky cousin, my crazy aunt and my dear, old grandfather?”
Hiccup is a new student to Walt Academy, and Valka’s tagging along as a biology teacher to pay the bills (hey anything that can keep her close to her son helps lol)! Every male student seems to fancy Mrs. Haddock, but Hiccup seems to feel a little uneasy about his mom as a teacher (who wouldn’t?), but to be fair she and Ms. Porter are more tolerable than Ms. Elsa, who often compares him with the “star pupil” Jack Frost. He prefers to hide in the library and study or just drive to Starbucks (yes he drives; he and Valka share a car) for an iced mocha while Mama goes to a meeting or does other teacher things.
I feel like Hiccup would listen to a lot of Korn and Imagine Dragons while he studies…or plays Pokemon X or Ocarina of Time at 3 in the morning.
Admittedly, I don’t really pay much attention to welcometowaltacademy and her comics (but they are pretty looking!), so I can’t take all the credit for this piece; that would have to go to my cousin and diehard Jackunzel fan Annabelle, who is literally up to date on the blog so much, I question why are we even related lol. She even showed me this and insisted I draw the draw. I know Hiccup nor Valka aren’t in this comic (…yet…for Hiccup at least), but I can dream, can’t I?
I went and bought some Kombucha because of y'all and Lena Luthor. I've had it before cuz my cousin is crazy for it so now I'm like... I'm not going to stop thinking about damn kombucha until I get some. And I should played it safe and got like lemon grass but I decided to get something with cayenne in it
I drink so much cayenne it’s obnoxious but as far as kombucha APPARENTLY everyone except me and Lena Luthor think it tastes like pee and also apparently everyone except me drinks pee enough to make that comparison …. anyway ginger lemon kombucha (sweetened) is always a good choice
NOTES/WARNINGS: No warnings. I haven’t seen Labyrinth in a while so I don’t remember it exactly so there will be a few differences.
Babysitting wasn’t something I particularly enjoyed. My cousins were crazy. I mean, technically they were my second cousins because my first cousins were their parents. But they were still family and I was born in the awkward middle where my first cousins were fifteen years older than me and their kids ten or more years younger so I was stuck babysitting.
I was in charge of three of the ten wild children on my dad’s side of the family for the next six hours—from six in the evening to midnight. On top of that, it was raining, making the kids go even crazier than they already were. At least at around nine I could put them to bed and then just sit with my music and book until their parents got home.
In particular, the oldest of the three was a handful. He was almost nine years old and convinced he was Thor.
As a first generation korean america I always think about what it’d be like to have parents and relatives who could fluently speak english. What it’d be like to have most of your relatives living within a state or two of you, to be able to talk to your parents in your most comfortable language, to be able to relate to your grandparents without a giant cultural barrier that makes it impossible to understand each other. I always wonder what it’d be like to share jokes with my parents that other american kids get to do with their parents and be able to talk to my parents about really deep things that require more than a basic understanding of a language to communicate. I wonder what it’s like to have parents that are able to go to parent teacher conferences and understand what my teachers are saying so they could pay more attention to what I might need at home. I wonder what it would be like to have parents that went to college so they could help me with my homework. I often wish I knew what it’s like to tell stories about my crazy cousins that live all across the country and to know my relatives from more than just that one trip I had to korea 10 years ago. However, though it’s ridiculously cliche and cheesy to say this, I still wouldnt trade my family for any of these things. Im not really sure what im trying to say. Im just kindave rambling on right now at 3 am but I think I just realize its important that I appreciate my family for what they are and appreciate myself for who I am. Im a first generation asian american who gets the benefit of appreciating and living the life of two entirely different cultures.