now it's time for bed

I woke up with a bad migraine this morning, luckily I have good meds, so after a long nap, I was able to make some more gifs from The Road Not Taken and answer a lot of the meme messages, I’ve received - thank you for thinking about me, I really enjoy playing :)

I had promised myself not to gif every second of The Road Not Taken, but 22 minutes and 52 seconds into the episode, a total of 29 gifsets have been added to my queue, I guess it’s more interesting than I remembered :P

Okay but remember way back when Germany like

Iconic.
Now with this update rewind a bit to Prussia before Germany


Beautiful.
Now tell me again how they’re nothing alike I flipping dare you.
Best Brothers Forever.

(first pic: from volume 1 of hetalia. second pic: from the english scanlation of the update)

anonymous asked:

What do you think of Deaf Courfeyrac and Video Relay Combeferre? (AKA, the one who translates speeches and news programs to sign language)

Okay, my understanding of all this isn’t necessarily the best and there’s really only so much research I can do at midnight, so please be kind. Anyways, my first thought was the sort of VRS stuff you get with a phone service?  Like where Person A is d/Deaf and speaks over camera through an interpreter to Person B who’s hearing.

Basically:
A(speaking English) <—-> C (speaks both, interpreting) <—–> B (speaking ASL, has a camera and a screen so that they can see C and C can see them)

So in this case we have Person B as Courf, and Person C as Combeferre.

Now – this actually made me laugh so hard when I first saw it?? Because the thought of how this goes from “professional, disconnected strangers” to actual friends is just beautiful.

Like this is Combeferre’s job.  He is good at it.  He – is – professional.  He loves the very real challenge of getting up every day, going into a completely new, random situation, and needing to translate two completely different languages in real time so that they maintain nuances and the conversation can be successfully carried out between two people.  Sometimes it’s bizarre or exciting or unsettling, though often, when it comes to the conversations themselves, it’s sort of dull.  And maybe today has been exceptionally dull.

He relayed one conversation that was basically twenty minutes of two people discussing how much the other’s children have grown.  One was about a very unfortunately placed rash that someone has.  One involved an older hearing person who Combeferre really wished knew ASL because her hearing was going and he ended up needing to repeat the same recipe for oatmeal-raisin cookies to her about four times. He is genuinely going out of his mind with boredom and all he can think about is the book in his bag which he really wants to take out and read.  

Then he gets connected onto another call.  And suddenly he has this face full of a quite young, quite attractive young man with this huge, dimpled smile and curly hair and really gorgeous eyes.

But Combeferre is a professional.  So he tells himself.

And he’s waiting for this discussion to be, oh I don’t know, talking to his mom about who’s turn it is to take the dog out, or about homework, or something equally dull because that has been his day. Instead the hearing person on the other line sounds like they’re voice is literally made out of fire and they start having this intensely passionate political debate and it’s all Combeferre can do to stay detached and professional and relay the message without putting his two bits in.  It is easily the most fun call he’s had all day – probably all week – because his Deaf client (called Courfeyrac by the hearing one who answers to Enjolras ) has just the most beautiful speech, he talks with his entire body so enthusiastically he’s repeatedly nearly throwing himself out of his chair, and Combeferre is genuinely loving trying to interpret for the man called Enjolras because he speaks so passionately that it feels like it takes all of Combeferre’s energy to properly translate it.

(Also, brief interlude: imagine Combeferre trying to pronounced Enjolras’ name when Courf finger-spells it at him.  Or imagine him trying to figure out how the fuck you spell “Courfyerac” when Enjolras says it – are there protocols for that?  Or is it the Starbucks’ cross-your-fingers-hope-it’s-right method?)

And yeah, despite everything else Combeferre ends that day very happily. He goes home that evening still thinking about Courfyerac, and even finds himself looking up some of the topics him and Enjolras were talking about later that evening instead of reading more of his novel.

Still, it was a one time thing, it was fun, but like any other job it passes and he moves on to new conversations between new people.

Until all of a sudden he’s faced with Courfeyrac fiddling with his camera again.  This time it’s not Enjolras he’s talking to but a man called Feuilly and they’re trying to make plans for a rally they’re apparently having soon and once again Combeferre is completely enraptured.

And that could have been called a coincidence, until, a few weeks later, he connects to another call and is once again faced with Courfeyrac. And once again has to dredge of every little bit of his schooling and experience to stay professional. Because holy shit Courfeyrac is actually the cutest boy to ever sit in front of a camera.  And once again he goes home and fucking daydreams about this random client and his wonderful views on politics and how clever he is and how charming he is and how Combeferre really, really, really wants to actually talk to him, not just relay someone else’s words to him from the other side of a screen.

And then it happens a fourth time, and Combeferre has a complicated relationship with religion but in this moment he is now certain that some sort of greater being exists because it or he or they are clearly trying to torment him at this point.  Except this time he’s on a late shift, and he’s tired as fuck and has been chugging coffee like it’s water, and Courfeyrac has called up a person called Grantaire.  Grantaire is not a fun person to interpret for because he seems to write a novel just to say a sentence and laces that novel very heavily with obscure metaphors and references.  He is also a wonderful person to interpret for because he has a fiendishly clever sense of humour that has Combeferre’s lips twitching in amusement.  But jokes and puns do not translate easily, especially from ASL where puns are physical.  So, exhausted and amused and just thrilled to see Courfeyrac again, when Courf tries to tell Grantaire a particularly bad joke that he’s desperately trying to figure out how to translate, he can’t help it, he cracks.  He just doubles over and starts howling with laughter because good lord that was so terrible it was actually the worst joke he has ever heard and that does it he is absolutely in love.

When he’s finally able to compose himself again (and feeling awful, shit shit shit, that was really unprofessional, he is not supposed to do that, he’s not supposed to be involved in the conversation, not if it involves interesting politics or bad jokes or even cute boys) he straightens and just sees Courfeyrac grinning at him so hard it has his eyes all crinkled up – it may be the only smile in the world that can truly and accurately be described as beaming.  It’s like the sun.

And then Courfeyrac signs So this is probably super weird but I’m pretty sure I’ve had you do some of my other calls before and you probably don’t remember me at all but can we get coffee sometime? Please??  Except, shit, I don’t know where you live.  Cyber coffee? We could sit in our own houses and Skype drink coffee?

(They Skype drink coffee together two days later.)

(also: Courf definitely noticed the really cute VRS operator he kept getting connected to because he’s never seen anyone manage to sign Enjolras’ speech quite that well.  Plus, he keeps getting this little crease above his eyes like he’s genuinely thinking about what they’re talking about, or his mouth’ll quirk a little at the jokes like he’s trying really hard not to laugh and dang it Courf really wishes there was some way he could just break the fourth wall and make this operator talk because he really looks like he has something to say and Courf really want to hear it.

When he got that last call with Ferre, it was because he’d convinced R to join him in his VRS operator hunt which basically involved him repeatedly calling and hanging up until he found the right one, and then being a sarcastic little shit with R since the interpreter seemed to be a sucker for clever jokes and Courf will break him.)

Sunday Brain Dump

- thank you baby Jesus D was a much better child today. I think one time out was all we had. Fingers crossed he keeps it up for the rest of the week.

- holy shit y'all, we still have an ass ton of days left at the beach. I wasn’t joking that we haven’t taken a week out of town in 5 years. I keep feeling like we are going to have to pack our shit tomorrow and head home. Although I’m kind of dreading Monday because I still have email and a cell phone. #alwaysonthejobwhenyouworkbyyourself #longasshashtag

- it is big time about to storm at the beach and instead of watching it roll in with my husband I’m in bed waiting for D to wake up freaking out. I wouldn’t blame him if he did. Also the fucking bugs here are unreal, I thought our house was bad, but it’s got nothing on this place. I itch all over. Oh and I made a friend on my run this morning, a biting horse fly.

- speaking of said run, I was out the door before 8am to bust it out and then even got in a T25 work out during nap. It helps me not feel so bad about eating horribly, but I’m also obviously having trouble relaxing. #havetobedoingsomethingallthetime And I’m sure this will not happen again all week.

- vacation is not vacation when you have kids and I emphasize that plural. There is never a break, ever. So why do I keep thinking/talking about another one? Clearly I’m not right in the head.

- my brother sent me a picture of my mom playing badminton with my nieces, this makes my heart smile. So glad to have my mom back.

- having great things happen to those I love also makes my heart smile.