ok there was barely any translating but it was so good

Yuri on Ice interview translation - PASH! 2017/03 (p10-11)

The second part of the episode commentary by Mitsurou Kubo! I have now fixed it with all the italic & bold parts as in the magazine (in the magazine they are actually bold & bolder). If you have any questions please send me a private message and I’ll reply when I have some time.

You can find the first commentary about episodes 1-6 here.

Just a note: when she quotes lines from the episodes I’m not using any of the “official” English translations, I’m translating them as I would translate them myself, so they might not be like you are used to hear them, but I think you will understand which lines they are anyway.

The translation is under the cut because it’s long.

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***Re-translating into other languages is ok but please mention that this post is the source***

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Boku No Hero Academia Light Novel No.2 Translations

Commence Study Groups!

そろそろの勉強会: Chapter 1, Part 2 [click here for part 1] [Part 3]

(t/n: for some reason I found this quite hard to translate, but it was a quick short part before they switched back to yaomomo and gang, nonetheless enjoy the bakushima! p.s dont forget to read part 1!!! ^_^)

Around the same time, there was another study group beginning at the library.

“I’m counting on you Bakugou!”

“Shut it, you and your shitty hair!” The two voices of Kirishima Eijirou and Bakugou Katsuki could be heard, they were sat by a window in a well-lit room around them sat adults and children shooting them glares because they were making too much noise.

“I’m really sorry!” Kirishima becomes flustered by the people around him and apologises, but even so his voice was still really loud!

“Ohoho, you’re quite a lively young man aren’t you?” An old man gestured at Kirishima with a smile. Because today was a Sunday, it was more lively than usual at the library, families brought along their immature children, many students were looking for study materials and there were a bunch of old people too which was causing major congestion at the library.

Why did these two decide to form their own study group? They could have joined Yaoyorozu’s group you say? Well, after the curriculum results were posted, Yaoyorozu was in 1st place, and Bakugou was in 3rd place. Kirishima saw Kaminari and the others beg Yaoyorozu for help because between Bakugou and Yaoyorozu, Kirishima could see why.

“Oi, you bastard! Do you want to die?! I can also teach!” Henceforth, Kirishima decided to take him up on his offer. By the way Kirishima placed 15th.

“Listen, I don’t think my house is gonna be okay..” Kirishima can hear how loud his voice is, so he tries to suppress it.

“What? We can’t go to yours? How annoying” Bakugou replies in a monotonous tone, he doesn’t care where they go to be honest.

“What about yours?”

“hahhh? Mine? The old hag won’t be able to shut up… tch, you done with your chattering yet?!”

“oh.. ah.. sorry…” (t/n kiri u precious beb >.<)

Kirishima keeps taking his surrounding into consideration, not wanting to cause any more ruckus he becomes small. The library rules were strict about not making no noise, but along time ago this probably wouldn’t have been a big deal. However, he has to receive as much as possible now or he won’t be able to attend the lodge camp!

“Are you gradually giving up huh? You idiot, IDIOT!”

“I’m not an idiot…? I’m not an idiot! But I am.. more of an idiot than you so that’s why you gotta teach me!”

“tch, I’m just gonna explain it once so you better do it quick!”

“oh… ahhh!”

“Hurry up and show me the first problem!”

“ahhh okay, so first one is this…” Kirishima didn’t really bother with his surrounding anymore, he opens up the textbook he brought along and pointed at the first problem he was stuck on.. an application of quadratic formulas.

“ah, isn’t mathematics refreshing?!”

“That’s an easy problem…” Said Bakugou, who barely gave it a thought and nonchalantly wrote down the answer.

“BAM in one go..”

Kirishima’s eyes became dots (?) and he forces a bitter smile.

“Dude, not the answer, I want you to teach me the method on how to get the answer”

“I didn’t give you the answer, I followed the given calculations are you an idiot?”

“But if you do it like that, I won’t understand”

“hah? you can’t even do mathematics calculations?”

“no no, I mean I just want you to teach me the skills to do good calculations!”

“If you don’t do this, I’m going to actually hit you!”

“You don’t get me! That was too easily done!”

“So, maybe you should do something about it then…” Whatever he says, Bakugou seriously just mocks Kirishima. 

Kirishima grabs his own hair, while Bakugou’s hair is untouched, he just looks at the given outline and then everything becomes logical. In other words, there is no hardship to studying for this guy, but Kirishima will never understand not understanding hardship (t/n: this was kinda what they were going for in the l/n but it doesnt rly make sense right?)

“This is basic calculations ok, if you just apply it here, then you done” That was the best advice Bakugou could give to Kirishima who tries to fight back tears while giving a thumbs up.

“Can you teach me in a manly way?!”


Bakugou’s eyebrows drew together while he watched Kirishima’s behaviour as the area between his brows deepen. 

“Wait, Don’t tell me… you bastard! You better not ask me to teach you the times table!”

shhh, the people around them had their fingers pressed to their lips signalling for them to be quiet. Looks like Bakugou has become no.1 loudest today even if it was unintentional! Kirishima goes red with embarrassment however, Bakugou chuckles a bit he couldn’t help but find pleasantness in kirishima’s suffering. 

“tch, hand it over, You can say your times table right…”

Kirishima was still apologising to the numerous eyes around them, suddenly there was a little boy with a picture book in his arms approaching them. He had cute, round pupils and stopped right in front of Bakugou.

“hah? what you want kid?”

“huh, you lost kid?” Kirishima asked the kid worringly.

“no-no” the kid shakes his head and points his fingers towards Bakugou.

“You’re the nii-chan who won the yuuei festival and got tied up right?” (t/n: this was hard to translate bc it was written quite.. brokenly? bc a kid..)


“Why did they tie you up? Is it because you couldn’t shut up? They should tie you up at the library too then, don’t you think?” (t/n ohhhh snapppp kid!)

At the yuuei festival it was pretty extreme to bind up Bakugou hands, though he was the overall winner and on the victory platform they had to restrict his mouth to stop him from grinding his teeth! 

The kid was just innocently pointing out the real result that didn’t come out of the event because Todoroki purposely lost and fell out the arena, they should have terminated Bakugou’s victory. 

Bakugou at this point has lost all patience and explode.


Kirishima tried to stop him as soon as possible before the library goes up in a huge explosion, Bakugou’s roared echoed throughout the building. For the kid, this was the first time in his life another person has shouted in front of him, you can see his eyes begin to shake, and his face distorts- and so, a storm like cry started reverberating in the library!

“SO SO SO SORRY, WE’RE REALLY SORRY!!!” Kirishima used to ruckus to escape, dragging Bakugou along with him, he worries about his participation in the lodge camp.

t/n short and sweet! but it goes back to Yaomomo’s group now, translation for that will have to wait a while ;n; sorry! but please remember, try to refrain from reposting or atleast credit!


Expedition to Sol2487-3 Pt.4

“This is the weirdest ride of my life” noted Xato Nexgrra. I could only consent him. Our platoon of eleven, sitting in a CARDBOX, big enough it could have been a scouting ship, attending to our incapacitated member while being carried by a foreign race’s pup, which had the size of a legitimate skyscraper, stomping through the endless plains. Each step of the tremendous creature echoed in our heads and brought us dozens of IFPS standard steps ahead. With our improvised vessel in one and the smaller vicious gazing beast - a cat, as Dr. Proaxl could tell us after touching the giant pup’s mind - in the other hand, the giant crossed the lands in an astonishing swift manner.

“So exactly how is this giant going to help us?” I asked Dr. Proaxl.
The doc, while easing Loxxar Kraes’ pain by mental attendance as best as she could, answered to me.
“It’s taking us to its home, where we will find shelter, food, medical equipment and - so all your religious deities are at our side - the support of its family. For this it would be great if we all could communicate with them. Mindtouching is really tiresome and I don’t want to translate between you as our leader and this world’s inhabitants the whole time, so… Üprrkl, how’s it going?”
The annoying Pjörecian scientist had gone silent for a while now and hatched on the task Dr. Proaxl had ordered him.
A brilliant move of her, both shutting him up and giving his undoubtedly enormous brain something better to do than analysing the non-existing chances of our survival.
“Not bad, the data you collected from the pup’s mind are feeding our intercom’s translation codes. They are fragmentary, and at first glance I would say this specimen does not understand its own language’s grammatic rules quite well - or those rules are so broken and arbitrary I for myself can’t wrap my brain around their structure - but its quite the basis. Some rudimentary communication with natives should be possible at least, until you are able to widen the database by mindtouching a - let’s say more experienced - specimen.”
“OK, then let’s try it” I said and formed with my forelimbs a funnel before my mouth. “Hey! You!” I yelled towards our ride.
“It’s name is Max” filled Dr. Proaxl me in.
“Hey! Max! Can you understand me?!”
“YE… I… UN… U…!” The roaring voice echoed in our whole bodies and stressed the intercom’s abilities.
“Maybe I should build in a filter that pitches the tune up and the volume down” suggested Üprrkl. “Wait a moment.” He manipulated his own intercom and shared the changes to the others. “Now.”
“I’ll try again, Max!” I shouted again. “We couldn’t understand you! Say something, please!”
We flinched under the noise.
“You aren’t too quit, you are too loud! Volume down, please!”
“Oh, sorry. Better?”
“That’s it. Good work, Üprrkl. Ok, Max, we can understand you now. How far is it to your home?”
“Why? We’re here!”

Due to the sunset and the speed, we hadn’t even noticed the sudden difference in the scenery. We entered some gigantic building and the reddish yellow light of the sun changed to the cold blue shining of electric lights. Of course this building had to be gigantic, given the fact the giant carrying us - Max – was only a pup, the house of its family must have been astronomic to our standards. It was just reasonable. But nevertheless we were struck speechless, for this building was for real taller as you could see.
Max brought us in through a huge gate – or was it a simple door? It was archaic, moving around a pivot without any means of electromotoric assistance. Then he brought us upwards by stairs into his room. Beside the electric lights there were no proofs of advanced technologies. At least those giants seemed to be far away from space travel and so they posed no threat for the IFPS for now.
“Wait here, I’ll get some food and medicine. What do you need?” asked Max, the giant.
“Something to prevent inflammation and a narcotic against pain” answered Dr. Proaxl. As a bodyless being, it was only natural for here to ignore the offered food.
So I added to her request: “Some water and something filling and easy to swallow, please.”
Max showed quite the troubled face, but nevertheless left us alone in his room. Thank Xaleates he took that “cat” with him, wouldn’t have wanted to be left alone with that.

After a short while we heard those gigantic steps approaching again, but this time it seemed to be four legs.
“Please Mom”, we heard Max’ voice from behind the door, “just promise me you don’t freak out!”
“Maxwell, I dare you, if you took in a spider or a snake, you’ll sleep in the garage tonight!”
The door swung open and a way taller giant came in, the head covered in lots and lots of those swirly filaments nearly every living thing here had – hair, as Dr. Proaxl told us.
The bigger giant glimpsed at us.
“Quick!” insisted Dr. Proaxl, “Wave one of your forelimps and bare your fangs! It’s a gesture of greetings.”
We did as she told us – but…
My eyesight went blank, my hearing broke down, my intercom went sparkling and – I admit it with disgust – I had lost control of some of my digestive organs for a moment. When I regained my senses, I found more than half of my men on the ground, struggling for breath. And even Dr. Proaxl, whose nebulous body usually shimmered in a sparkling yellow white, now smouldered in a nauseous looking green.
My hearing was still burrowed under a constant screaming noise, but I registered the muffled rough roar coming from the gate. And through my limbs I felt the tremors of a vast approaching third giant.
Just when would this superlative end? The third one was even taller than the second, by at least two heads. And I mean their heads, not mine. It gestured to the second, the second to Max, and Max gestured to us. And all of them made those annoying roaring noises. My head went numb.
Then finally, the biggest one made a wide gesture and the noises stopped. I remember the face of that giant coming nearer and nearer until it filled all of my field of vision. Then my mind went black.

When I came to my senses again, the biggest giant was talking to a still green shimmering Dr. Proaxl, but I couldn’t follow their talking, so I interrupted them.
“How long have I…?”
“Just seconds, captain. Don’t worry.”
“Oh, you are the captain?” asked the gigantic giant. He oppressed his voice with one of his limbs and tried to be as quiet as he could. Plenty of noise still, nevertheless. “Nice to meet you.”
“This is Captain Bcao Kjuk Mrra, Leading Officer of our expedition ship, and this here is Dr. Smith, Max’ father and biologist of this planet the natives call “Earth”” introduced Dr. Proaxl.
“I apologize in behalf of my wife” began the giant. “Our voices must have quite the destructive force to your bodies. We intended no harm to you, we were just… overwhelmed by your appearance. I mean, it’s just natural, that someday, eventually, someone from out there… I mean now, that after all this time finally…” The giant began quiet, but unknowingly it got louder and louder, like a little boy who couldn’t hide his joy about a new toy. Then Dr. Smith coughed slightly and got quiet again. “Ahem… my apologies. Let’s concentrate at the task at hand. Max said, one of your group is injured?”
“Yes, Loxxar Kraes. He got wounded by a … hamster is what Max mind called it” answered Dr. Proaxl.
“Oh you encountered a field hamster? God, you’re lucky the crop’s plenty. In spring, when it’s their season and the food resources are scarce, they go savage for any intruder in their yard. Some fairly random facts the least of my people knew, but for someone in your… position… it would have been crucial intel. Ok, I see. That breastplate absorbed most of the impact. Some sturdy material you got there. The wound is… what’s that?”
“A force field to keep the wound steril” answered the misty Doc.
“Fascinating” mumbled the giant Doc.
Two in their element. I decided to leave them be. Then the giant Doc asked.
“How do you stand alcohol?”
“For disinfecting? Isopropanol should do…”
“No, no, I mean, how do you stand drinking ethanol?”
Did that monster just say “Drinking ethanol”?!?!

Hitchhiking Space Fae, Part 1

***This story is written from the perspective of an alien, trying to contend with a hitchhiking Terran. Certain terms used are translated into their Terran equivalents for clarity’s sake.*** 

Part 1: The Hitch-hiking Space Australian

I had thought refueling the ship and off-loading the cargo would be the biggest things I would have to deal with this cycle. I was wrong. In the midst of checking the manifest for nitrogen scrubbers, I felt heavy footsteps behind me.

“Excuse me, but where is this ship going?” A voice asked, in almost perfect Durvian, my native  language.

A chill went down my spine, all the way to my tail-tip. Terran. It couldn’t be anything else. I spoke over 50 different languages and had a translator for the rest, but very few knew my native language, let alone a perfect stranger. Let alone a Terran.

Steeling myself, I turned to meet the terrifying creature head on.

“S-Sol 236a…Why do ask?” I said trying to keep the shiver out of my voice.

The Terran bared its teeth, “Oh! Perfect! That’s just where I wanted to go! Thanks!”

The Terran then handed me a few Platinum credit chips, before making their way on board. No one questioned why there was a Terran on board- Ok A LOT of people questioned, but never while the Terran was around. My response was always the same: “You’ve seen what they can do! Are YOU going to tell them to leave?!”

To my people, and to most of the Galactic Federation, humans were scary. They came from a world on the border of Galactic Space, known as Terra, or more commonly: Earth. Even though my species comes from a planet of similar climate, I still consider their planet, a Death World; a genetic crucible, that every day, forges new and exciting ways to kill them. Yet for as bad as their planet was, the “humans” (as they were sometimes known) seemed worse!

Their skin was a veritable disease factory, their bones healed stronger after breaking, and instead of special coagulating chemicals in their blood to prevent infections, they had a symbiotic relationship with microorganisms that ATE the infectors. They drank poisons…for FUN. If they had a medical issue that removed a limb, they either created a mechanical version (usually with a weapon installed) or they edited their genetic code, to be able to regrow it. FULLY. In fact, editing your DNA was fashionable for many Terrans!

On top of that, no one in the Federation knew how their “magic” worked. This species had only barely achieved spaceflight 100 years ago, (almost as primitive now as it was then), and yet somehow, they had the ability create fire with a word, speak any language in an instant, and even change their forms at will, without any obvious technology aiding them. It was as if even the Universe was at their beck and call.

In response, the Federation created a simple set of rules to follow when interacting with Terrans:

- Limit conversations, as they might enchant you with their words.

- Avoid angering them. They are capable of destructive acts beyond imagination.

- Do not consume Terran food or media (videos, music, art, etc.), or you’ll never be satisfied with anything from your home world.

- Avoid direct contact with Terran skin, as they can carry any number of unknown diseases on them at any time.

- Do not let them take you to ANY of their colonies without a non-Terran way off world.


Most of the Federation lived by these rules almost religiously, and while a spark of curiosity burned within me, I knew there were VERY good reasons why the Rules existed. Those before us had found out the hard way, and the survivors wrote them to keep the rest of us safe.

It was 21 days until Sol 236a, and the rest of the crew was terrified. This was going to be a long three weeks…

Part 2: Part 2

Part 3: Part 3

Author’s Notes: Big thanks to @sixthousandbees, @thecommrade, @radioactivepeasant, @snowwolf1118 and @humans-are-seriously-weird for inspiration and for story elements. I have not felt this inspired to write a Sci-Fantasy story in a LONG time. Thank you all SO much.

Edit: Changed the name to “Space Fae.” Makes more sense with where I’m going with it. 

Riza and Ed’s conversation from FMA: To the Promised Day

Here’s the full translation of one of the Free Event scenes you can unlock in Fullmetal Alchemist: Yakusoku no Hi (PSP game, untranslated), which I summarized here along with other RoyAi content from the game.

In this mini drama, Riza talks to Ed about his father, alchemy, and her relationship with Roy. It’s both heartbreaking and touching. Make sure you have your tissues ready for Riza and Ed’s daddy issues! (Trust me, after reading this, there’ll be no doubt in your mind that Riza will make a good mother someday. I was seriously crying after re-reading the entire conversation.)

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K ~ Four Seasons of K: Like flowers in a storm

Thanks to the wonderful blueseraphima who I can never thank enough, I have the texts of GoRa’s currently ongoing series of short stories 4 Seasons of K, subtitled ~Seasonal short stories that might have happened~ and published monthly. This is the third story of the series, about Homura’s flower viewing experience.

Like Flowers in a Storm [*] by Azano Kouhei

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so for the remaining Top Five ask meme posts, i’ve decided to consolidate into a series of three huge posts instead of destroying people’s dashes with replies.  for a series of fun, ridiculous headcanons, follow the readmore!

  1. Playboy Nikiforov will cheat on Yuuri with the entire Russian Hockey team, and Yuuri will come crying to him and eat katsudon piroshky in his bed and Yurio will be allowed to brush the bangs out of his eyes as they lay facing each other, knees knocking together.  “You can stay as long as you want,” Yurio would say.  (Except Victor is incredibly devoted to Yuuri, and the Russian hockey team only has eyes for Yuuri anyway.)
  2. Victor dies from a Terrible Disease.  In his last conscious moments, he grabs Yurio by the hand.  “Take care of Yuuri,” he says. “He’s always loved you.”  “I will,” Yurio responds, unplugging the life support.
  3. “Yurio, the way you landed that quintuple axel jump after only two weeks of practicing, despite it being physically improbable makes me super hot,” Yuuri says, pushing him against the rough edge of the lockers.  “Please, take me now, take me now and wrap your well-toned and physically superior legs around me.”
  4. Victor Nikiforov decides to make a deal with an angel to see a reality where he’s never been born, where Yurio and Katsudon got together instead, and he sees how happy Katsudon is to be constantly challenged and sexually satisfied by Yurio he completely fades from existence.
  5. Yuuri showing up at his hotel room at three in the morning. His eyes are red.  His smile is shy, but real.  “Yuri,” he says, and the way that Yuuri says his name, his real name, is so open and meaningful.  “You’ve always been—I’ve always—“ Yuuri in his mind has said, but never finished.  Yuri’s never let it get past that.  It hurts too much.

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anonymous asked:

Ok so YES I love the long distance internet friends au but consider! Long distance wrong number au

honestly anon, thank you so much for this tonight. 

i took long distance and made it loooooong distance to the point where it probably doesn’t make sense, but ~~suspension of disbelief~~

texts between adrien and the mystery person (wow i wonder who) are in italics because theyre in french. also i didnt want to bother anyone so ‘numéro inconnu’ is from google translate so im sorry for….that

finally i tried to streamline how i do texts for this just because the way i do texts is usually a lot clunkier? so it looks more like wanna chat but isnt in like….the contact names are still what the other person would see? like when it says pretty boy thats ninos contact name for adrien and—

frick just tell me if its too confusing and tell me how to fix it im really tired

[on ao3 in case the read more is a butt and wont open]

2:51 PM
unknown number: Did this work?????
unknown number: a;slkdfjadj its me btw
unknown number: I mean duh its me who else would it be
unknown number: If you screenshot this conversation al I swear to go d Ill kill you

Adrien squints at his phone. Not only does he not know this number, but the text are in French. That’s…unusual. He thinks that it’s a lucky coincidence that his father is from France and insisted he learned the language before replying.

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Edge of Something

Shallura ~4000 words 

Shiro looked up as she came into the room. He let his gaze linger as she crossed the space to him. She was unsettlingly graceful right up to the point that she made a grimace and then spun to drop herself down beside him in a wave of fluttering fabric. The sigh and the way she slumped made her seem both younger and more human than she usually did. Usually she seemed to deserve descriptions like ethereal but right now, she just looked cranky.

“Good day?” he asked.

She muttered something back. An annoyed sound that wasn’t really an answer but told him everything he needed to know. He dropped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a half hug. She leaned into the touch and slouched down to settle against his side. He rested his cheek against the top of her head. Kissing her forehead crossed his mind but he stopped himself from doing it. That was on the other side of the line.

There was definitely a line.

He wasn’t quite sure where it was but it was there waiting for him to trip over it. 

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[Translation] Think Note Vol.51: Bag

Yamada talks about what he brings with him when he goes out and how he currently enjoys his extensive days off from work, comparing it to his hectic schedules. Big thanks to weibo user @MoMozzz32 for the clear scanlation. Don’t forget ask permission & give credit if reposting or retranslating to another blog/page. Enjoy this translation! 😁😁😁

Having all his strength inside was confusing, and his head is somehow empty…those things are just right.

On the day of the interview, Yamada brought a bag that was a birthday gift from a [production] staff who is his long-time friend. He told us about a buddy that is always with him recently when he goes out. Then what if he compare his current brain-state to a bag?

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The Hetalian Horror Show (Plot Summary)

To ease everyone’s curiosity about the game’s plot, I’ve decided to make a plot summary of the game Hima uploaded here!

Keep in mind this is just a summary of the plot until a more precise translation is made. Also, this game takes about an hour or so to finish, so despite being a summary it takes a bit of time to get through it. Because of how long it’s been taking me, I’ve decided to post parts of it bit by bit rather than all at once. I’ll be linking all the parts in this post or… something. Also, this is image heavy.

Here we go!

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Let’s talk about Wonder Woman costumes! (because I’m bored and feeling catty) 

the original 1941 costume, honestly it’s one of the one’s I like the most, full skirts are kinda rare in comic  hero outfits, her boots being high heels is a little much, the iconic bracelets are a little small but I imagine they look a lot more like the kink fetish wear Wonder Woman’s creator William Moulton Marston’s girlfriend Olive Byrne wore. Over all though still one of the better Wonder looks

almost at once the original skirt got ditched for this, I’m not really sure what to call them other than bloomers, skin tight bike shorts are never a good idea for your superhero look, as we’ll see when we get to 90s Wonder Woman. 

in 1949 Wonder Woman ditched her high heel boots in favor of ballet shoes, the eagle logo on her chest changes a little and the bloomers got a little shorter as we head toward the more classic bathing suit look, in the late 1950s they’d give there’s ballet shoes high heels because…. women in comics 

this brings us to the darkest days of Wonder Woman, for some reason in the late 1960s a twat named Mike Sekowsky took over Wonder Woman comics. He thought it was a greta idea if Wonder Woman gave up her powers, her outfit, all the Amazons went away, and she opened a head shop in San Fransisco, learned ku fu from a racist caricature named “I-Ching” and fought evil hippies and followed plots ripped from the British spy TV show “The Avengers” Diana doesn’t really have one costume from this period since she wore hip “Mod” mid-1960s civilian clothes, but this white jump suit is the best remembered outfit, and it’s horrible 

hey it’s the cover of Ms. magazine in 1971 effectively demanding the return of classic feminist icon Wonder Woman, super suit and all. 

Shortly after Ms. put her on the cover DC came around and returned Wonder Woman to her costume, powers and Amazon stuff, and also they finally bit the bullet and finished the slow mo shift from bloomers to the bathing suit look. In 1975 Lynda Carter would star in the TV show Wonder Woman, that picture is the second design of the costume for the show. I should point out that the 1970s is also when the belt of her suit goes from white to yellow or gold and also merges with the eagle logo on her chest. Lynda looks fine in a slightly goofy 1970s TV way, the cuffs and the lasso are too small and her pants always looked weirdly padded but as a basic look it’s good and has been translated to comics pretty well (and not gonna lie I kinda like the cape, which wasn’t in the show)

Here it is, Wonder Woman’s iconic WW logo came along pretty late in the game, in 1982 in fact this, right here is close to my very favorite Wonder Woman look, it’s the classic that comes to mind when you say her name 

So in 1986 DC rebooted for the first time ever and Wonder Woman didn’t get too many edits, mainly this is when her bracelets become much larger and clearly reflective sliver rather than more dull metal as before, also she gets big hair, before she had kinda flat hair now she would have big curlly hair 

Oh dear, the 90s are gonna 90s, for reasons known only to vengeful elder Gods, DC decided to take Wonder Woman away from Diana and give it to a then new character named Artemis who was idk more “bad ass!” but Diana put on this…. whatever this is, and kept being a super hero, luckily this didn’t last long but good god look at this outfit

After getting out of the black bike shorts Wonder Woman found a really huge belt, or whatever that is this is ok but shows off a bad habit (MALE) artists have of drawing her bottoms as kinda a thong and making the back out her outfit backless which makes me wonder if she’s using spirt gum on her boobs to hold her top on.

The mid-2000s saw this, the belt became a second WW logo (in case you forgot her name) and the chest WW became mixed with the eagle logo, it’s fine, don’t love the belt logo and feel like it leaves a lot of awkward red space in the middle but it’s not bad

the 2010 redesign that literally no one liked, maybe because she looks like she’s wearing tights or leather pants and a top with a really stupid jacket that makes her look like a girl you met at a college party and less like the world’s most powerful woman also the gold bracelets that now went kinda over her hands and had all these designs on them getting rid of the iconic simple look of them before, any ways comics fans AND feminists hated on this and it was dropped like it was red hot not that what happened next wasn’t worse.

Oh oh no, Wonder Woman was hard hit by the New52 design flaws, for one bright colors are OUT, gold/yellow was replaced by sliver, blue with BLACK! and the red was darkened, there was needless confusing lines on her costume that implied armor but of course she’s wearing a bathing suit so that’d be silly, she has a random choker, just so she can also have a collar like all the other heroes in the new52 and not sure what that thing on her forearm is 

Batman V Superman gave us this, I wish I could say more but the movie was so dark, poorly lit and gritty and the outfit it’s self is dark it’s hard to say much about it, it seems to be made of leather, which is a choice, it might have been very dark red in the right places, maybe… I mean hell you can barely tell Superman has red on his outfit in this picture 

And here we are at now, it seems to be an effort to translate the movie into comics, and it’s not bad, the lines on the body are still needless and pointless but not as bad as the New52, the skirt is okay, I kinda like leaning into the idea of her as being Greek, the bots are fun, they mostly haven’t used the cape which is good I like the return of color and most of all gold to her outfit, Wonder Woman in sliver was strange and not a good look

all in all I like the 1986 look best both the late 1990s and the mid-2000s are fine. 

yzzy-gggg  asked:

The kissing prompt with KnB Akashi and his fem s/o please??? 42, 47, & 51... Sorry if that's a lot lol I figured maybe you could somehow combine the threee into a scenario since they kind of go together? If you can't then just choose 1 of the 3! ^^ In need of some Akashi love rn, gotta love the emperor. Thank you!! ^^

Hi yzzy-gggg, thank you for the requests! I think you’re right and these string together well. I agree the emperor could use some love on this page and I hope you enjoy.

Seijuro Akashi – Kisses #42, #47, #51

#47: moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

#42: Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

#51: hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp

As you approach the Akashi Manor butterflies whirl about in your stomach. It’s not every day you enter the dwelling of modern day royalty. Smoothing your skirt for the hundredth time that morning, you stand poised at the door, reaching toward the doorbell.

Its clear tone sounds through the hallway, signaling to Seijuro you’ve arrived. Eyeing the clock, he’s pleased to note you’re early. Punctuality is something he appreciates.

Outside you fidget as you wait, palms slightly sweaty. It’s not just nerves of where you are, it’s who you’re about to see and be working with. Of all the people for your teacher to assign you to work with it just had to be the one boy in the entire school who utterly intimidates and captivates you. The door opens revealing a butler in full suit.

He extends a surprisingly friendly smile. “Ah, you must be miss ______-san, the young master is in the study. If you will please follow me.”

You enter, trying to keep your expression from showing the awe you feel for the beauty of Akashi-san’s home.

“May I take your coat?” the butler asks.

“Um, yes, thank you,” you reply allowing him to remove it.

“This way,” he continues after hanging it up.  

Your steps echo through the massive hallway, your eyes trailing over all the exquisite artwork. In little time, you’ve reach the double doors of what you presume is the study as your escort stops. He taps so gently you wonder if anyone could possibly hear but a firm, “Enter,” confirms he has been. He opens both doors, drawing back and ushering you forward with a bow and extension of his arm.

“Young master, miss _____-san to see you,” he announces. He stands again, ready at attention.

“Thank you, Tekkan, you may go,” Akashi-san says as he rises from his seat. As the door shuts, you bow slightly.

“Good morning, Akashi-san,” you offer, thankful your voice isn’t shaking.

“Good morning, _______-san, thank you for being willing to come all this way. Normally I would say we could meet after school but I’m sure you know I’m exceptionally busy preparing for the Winter Cup.”

You nod, working hard to maintain eye contact with him, the intensity of his gaze making it rather difficult.

During the ensuing silence, Akashi observes you, impressed by the way you carry yourself in what is most likely an uncomfortable situation. His home, he knows, is not the most welcoming and himself rather…intense. He just doesn’t know any other way to be; winners are focused. Partnership and group projects are the bane of his existence but when he heard he’d been paired with you, well, he knew two things. One: the work would be perfect and two: the company would be enjoyed.

A natural observer, Akashi was rather startled the first time he saw you. All day he couldn’t get you out of his head. There was, and still is, something about you that draws him in, keeps his attention on you. He wonders if you’ve sensed it, but figures probably not. For all his focus on winning and the pride of one’s worth, he finds himself admiring your humility. You’re kind to everyone, pleasant and respectful, your beauty radiating from inward out.

“Shall we get started?” you ask pulling him from his thoughts.

He smiles and you feel your legs shake. “Absolutely,” he replies heading to the French double doors. Looking over his shoulder he continues, “Forgive my rudeness, is there anything you would like? Tea? Water?”

“No, no, I’m fine, thank you,” you say hastily following him outside where you see he’s set up, or had set up for him, all the materials you need for your art project. Having a rather unconventional idea, your art teacher decided it would be a good idea to have her students combine their work on one canvas. Looking at the supply table, you see there are multiple paint tubes, brushes and numerous canvass.

“I thought it best to have additional ones in case something goes awry,” Akashi answers to your inquisitive look.

Of course, he would think that far ahead. Taking a deep breath, you set down your bag, extracting a few books brought for inspiration.

“We won’t need those.” Your red-headed companion’s words surprise you.

“I…I’m not very good at painting freehand,” you admit.

“In that case, allow me to guide you,” he offers. He steps to a docking station, turning on light instrumental music before looking back at you.

You tilt your head in confusion, but step in front of the easel when he extends his hand towards it. Moving around you, he gathers a palette, filling it with various colors. Taking a brush, he hands it and the palette to you. As you step forward, you’re startled when he moves up right behind you.

“Are you ok with this?” he asks covering your hand with his own, fingers grasping the brush. Throat dry and heart pounding you can only nod; truthfully, you’re a wreck but would be lying if you said you weren’t getting a thrill of having him so close to you.

“Relax your arm, that’s it,” he says lowly in your ear and you have to suppress a shiver. Slowly he guides your hand to the paint, selecting the color he wants, and then pulls back, placing the brush against the pure white canvas. With slow, deliberate movements, his breath fanning over your neck, he moves your hand in long sweeping motions.

“I find painting while listening to music to be the most inspirational,” he says gathering another color and moving back to the canvas. “It allows your mind to wander free but at the same time helps you focus on conveying the emotion of the piece, translating it from audio to visual.”

All you can focus on is the heat of his body next to yours.

Akashi has no idea what possessed him to try this, he barely knows you and yet here he is, his chest pressed into your back, his hand over yours, his face so near your skin he can smell your perfume and all of it is working against his finely tuned self-control.

When the paint runs low, he releases you, both of you missing the contact more than you probably should. You stand stock still, eyes focused on the work you’ve been creating together, though Akashi has been doing pretty much all the work. Unable to stop yourself, you reach a hand forward, the images he’s created feeling like their sucking you into their depths. Warm reds, yellows, oranges and pinks swirl together in a typhoon of color, darker purples and blues creating the impression of leaves dancing on a fiery wind and in the center of it all there is what appears to be a heart.

You turn your head at the same moment Akashi looks up from what he’s doing. When your eyes lock, it’s as if the rest of the world disappears. You have no idea what’s going on between you, but it feels intense and carnal and…the clatter of the art supplies landing roughly on the table snap you out of your haze just long enough to realize Akashi is heading towards you at a rapid pace.

A second later, you’re in his arms, his forehead pressed against yours.

“_____-san,” he breathes out, your name a statement and a question all at once. You barely nod and his lips are against yours. He kisses you gently at first, but it builds quickly, his arms wrapping around your waist tighter. He turns you around, pushing you against the closed doors, making you gasp when your back hits the handles.

Akashi curses inwardly; it’s not like him to make a mistake like that. Intent on rectifying it, he whirls you to the side, opening the door and pulling you inside. He lands on the chaise, tugging you down onto his lap, his head craning up to reach your lips once more.

He can’t get enough of your taste, the natural sweetness of your mouth, the intoxicating scent of your perfume and the feel of your body beneath his hands. He’s never felt so out of control in his life.

You’re sure any second now your heart is going to give out. Akashi is, like with everything else, excellent at kissing. A gasp escapes your lips, eyes flying open, when his hand, hot and confident, trails over the slightly exposed portion of your back between your shirt and your skirt. He pushes it up further when he feels you lean more into him, pleased you want him to keep touching you like this, his already bright eyes flashing with heat looking at your dazed face.

A hand on the back of your head pulls your lips back to his. He’s more insistent, more intense, holding you tighter and making your head swim. Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, he smirks as you moan lightly, tongue dancing with yours as he enters your mouth and you let him lead.

“Askahi-san,” you whimper, knees shaking from the effort to hold yourself up.

“Hmmmm?” he mumbles against your skin and you tremble as his hand goes even higher.

Looking into his eyes, you hesitate, nervous about continuing. You don’t even know why you’ve allowed yourself or him to do this; you barely know each other! And sure, you have friends and acquaintances who hook up all the time, sometimes with complete strangers, but this isn’t how you normally are. The thought that you could have blown a chance with Akashi, of something remotely real…

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks pulling away slightly.

You don’t, but you will, because you’re not this girl. You only have to nod once and he’s helping you to stand back up, though you’re unsure if your legs will hold your weight. Thankfully, he keeps hold of you.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that…”you swallow once, finding it ludicrous that you could have your tongue down his throat thirty seconds ago but you can’t get it to work long enough to tell him how you feel. Shaking your head, you try again. Looking back up you finally breath out, “I really like you and…and I’m not usually this…this…” you can’t even say the words, looking away again.

He draws you back to his face, kissing the tip of your nose and smiling. “_____-san, please do not think that I think less of you because of this. Besides, I’m the one who put us in this position. It should be me asking your forgiveness for my complete lack of decorum.”

“Does that mean…do you regret this?” you ask fearfully.

He shakes his head. “Not at all, in fact,” he leans in again, kissing you gently before admitting, “I’d really like to take you out on a date some time.”

“I’d like that,” you whisper.

“Next Saturday?”

“Perfect,” you reply smiling.

“Good, then let’s get this project done, shall we?” he asks, taking your hand and leading you back out to the terrace.

Needless to say, you both received an “A” for your “stunning representation of the tumultuous storm of the heart”.

WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU Part 5 Full translation.


West Rukongai 1st District Junrinan.

The 10th division’s captain Hitsugaya Toushiro, used his break to visit his grandmother’s residence.

The pair were snacking on amanatto* (*sugared red beans) bit by bit and having a chat.

For Hitsugaya, who sets off hurriedly every day, time passes by peacefully, it was above all a healing experience.

Daylight began to fade into darkness, and the end of work shifts bell can be heard coming from the seireitei. Hitsugaya who was laying on the tatami mats, lifted himself up and stretched out widely.

“I’ll go now grandma, I’ll come again.”

He tied the cords of his sandals on the concrete floor.

“Come back home anytime. Grandma will buy amanatto again.”

“That’s okay you don’t need to. I’ll buy them when I return.”

“Is that so? Thank you, Toshiro.”

“Yup. Well then, I’m off see you next time”

Lightly waving his hand to his grandmother who came to see him off, Hitsuguya walked into the midst of the sunset.

He went down the path along the outside of the Seireiheki* (*Pure souls wall).

When the Hakutomon* became visible, his legs suddenly stopped.  (*White path gate aka The western gate that Jidanbo guards).

”*clash/clang*! Shuooooo… *thud!*“

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fic: time may change me

ok, this is a shameless fluff AU based on this comic about Victor and Yuuri meeting as kids by @aguas-ucia. ENJOY.

time may change me

7 and 11

Victor cries on the plane the whole way home. The air stewardess gives him a sweet. The other passengers give Yakov dirty looks. Victor tries to calm down, he really does, but Yuuri was so cute, and he liked skating so much, and he burst into tears when Victor left and now Victor will never see him again.

“Make that child be quiet,” snaps Lilia in the end. Victor is barely even making noise, he is just sniffling into Yakov’s sleeve.

“If he’s a skater, Vitya, you’ll see him at competitions,” says Yakov gruffly.

“What if he doesn’t compete?” says Victor tearfully.

“Then you’d better just win,” says Yakov. “That way he’ll know who you are anyway.” He cuffs the back of Victor’s head. Victor knows he’s not really serious about it, but it makes him feel better anyway.


8 and 12

Victor sees a lady who looks familiar for some reason in the stands, but it’s not until he spots the chubby-faced boy out on the ice that he thinks Yuuri’s mom! and then Yuuri! “Hi!” he yells, waving frantically the minute he’s on the ice. “Hi, Yuuri!”

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In defence of “difficult” commissioners.

So here is the thing: I don’t think many artists are being professional on how they manage their costumers.

I’m writing this from the perspective of an artist, but also from the perspective as a consumer, someone who commissions other artists to create artwork for myself.

It is no secret that I have a huge pet peeve on people who doesn’t behave professionally. But I’m putting that behind, for I don’t intend to expect everyone to behave under the principles I behave.

What I’m talking about is something that I wouldn’t even call professionalism, I think I’m actually talking about basic manners.

The problem is, that I’ve seen a lot of artists call out their commissioners publicly. Not only that but also being arrogant and sassy towards people who is interested in their artwork. Ill write down some examples, of things I’ve read but I wont source, because come on I don’t want to call out artists for being rude.

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anonymous asked:

First of all, I LOVE all of the pregnancy prompts you guys have written. Second of all, when you have time, can you pls write some pregnancy angst? Like, pre serum!steve or even post serum steve being bed ridden or smth during his pregnancy and bucky's afraid for him and blames himself for putting his stevie in this position. Thank you!! You guys do the lord's work :)) <3

I went with post-serum Steve and post WS Bucky, so I hope you enjoy! And all my fics seem to take place in some kind of alternate timeline where Bucky and Steve were reunited directly after CATWS, so AoU and CACW never happened…so that’s when this takes place XD -Jenna

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Bad day

This was written in reply to this prompt I received : “Could I prompt you an imagine? I love the idea of Taron singing to OC to help her sleep and also speaking Welsh to her. Thanks!

See endnotes for any Welsh words translation.

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Saying that today had been a long day would be an understatement and you’ve been struggling to keep a straight face all through it. Trying not to show your boss that what she said hurt your feeling. Trying to sneak out to the bathroom to cry silently only to be stopped by her asking you to do something dumb again. So when the key turns in the lock and you’re finally able to get into your apartment, you barely have the time to take your shoes off that you collapse on the floor and let it all loose.

As the tears stain your cheeks, and you struggle to breathe through your sobs, you hear footsteps coming your way.

- “Hey babe, so how was your presentation to…day” Finishes Taron more slowly as he discovers you in a heap on the floor.

In a flash, he’s kneeling besides you, taking you in his arms, stroking your back as your bawling intensify.

- “What happened love, are you OK?” He insists, sounding worried.

You just shake your head against his torso, grasping his shirt firmly and still crying. After a few minutes, you manage to calm down and he helps you to the couch. Then he brings you a glass of water before settling next to you.

- “So, do you wanna talk about it? What got you so worked up?” He asks you in a calm voice.

- “I don’t…it’s silly, really. The pressure just got too much and I snapped.” You try to play it down.

- “Come on cariad*, I know you and you’re not the kind of girl who cracks under pressure just like that. I really think that you should talk about what bothers you.”

His kind eyes are studying your face and you suddenly feel self-conscious. Your make-up must be all over the place and you try to wipe it off with your hand. Taron stops you, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles.

- “Don’t worry about that. Tyrd yma del.*” He adds, directing you into his arms so that you’re sitting between his thighs, back leaning into his front.

- “Not fair, Taron! Don’t go all Welsh on me now.” You whine, still sniffing but cracking up a small smile. “You know it’s my weakness when you talk like that…Even if I don’t even understand what it means.”

- “I know ngariad i*, that’s why I’m doing it. Tryin’ to bring a smile back to your pretty face.” He hugs you even tighter and kisses your hair while saying this. “So now will you tell me what happened today?”

Now that you’re a bit calmer, you can finally explain to him why you broke down earlier. Once the gates are opened, everything comes flooding out of your mouth, your dull work, your abusive boss and how she turned your project down without even leaving you the time to explain it properly. At one point, tears begin to roll from your eyes again and Taron just wipes them off gently, not even interrupting you in your rant.

There’s a long pause once you’re done and you feel like a weight has lifted from your shoulders when you finally whisper.

- “I think I’m gonna quit, Taron. I don’t wanna sound weak but I can’t handle all of this anymore.”

You turn to him, looking for a reaction and he just nods.

- “Honestly, I think you should too. Nobody should have to put up with everything they’re throwing at you on a daily basis, del*.”

You fully turn in his embrace and your foreheads touch as you drown into his light green eyes.

- “Thanks for always being there for me, babe.” You murmur before kissing him softly.

- “Dwi'n dy garu di.*” He answers in ushed tones too.

- “I know this one.” You exclaim in reply “And I love you too.”

After a light dinner, you both go to bed and as soon as the light is off, you inch closer to Taron, resting your head on his chest, hands entwined.

- “Would you sing for me?” You ask in a breath. “Something Welsh to help me sleep. I feel like my mind is buzzing with all the things I’ll have to do tomorrow and I won’t be able to sleep for a while without your help.”

- “Tyrd yma cariad*. Gimme a cwtch* and I’ll sing you to sleep” He answers, rearranging your bodies closer to one another.

And then, as promised, holding you close to him, he sings a welsh lullaby into your ear until you fall asleep. Calm and feeling better than you had in a long while. A good end to a bad day.


  • Cariad*1 Love, darling, sweetheart
  • Tyrd yma del.*2 Come here my pretty
  • Ngariad i*3 My love
  • Del*4 (my) Pretty
  • Dwi'n dy garu di.*5 I love you
  • Tyrd yma cariad*6 Come here, love
  • cwtch*7 Hug

If you click on the song link, you get to hear it and have an English translation of the lyrics in the notes.

I apologize for any mistakes in the fic as I know nothing about Welsh and all my knowledge in order to write this came from message boards and Google.

kanamari headcanon hour #2
  • so kanan was always well liked at school and all, but up until two years ago she was basically this fun sportsy kinda-tomboy who was friendly towards everyone but mainly just chummed it up with her two main bffsies
  • however mari returns to discover kanan has grown like 10 fuckin cm and got definition on her arms like a playstation 4 game
  • her becoming an angry standoffish broodlord and falling out of touch with her two friends has also had the uh, interesting side effect of giving her an aura of Dark Mystery
  • basically what i’m saying is everyone in their school now wants kanan to slam them up against the wall and gaze deeply into their eyes while making a vague and mildly alarming allusion to her dark past
  • You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into……… this is my final warning
  • everyone wants to be the girl who lowers the walls around kanan sempai’s heart once more
  • kanan has not realized……… any of this

  • so when kanan actually gets back to school and all three of them are hanging out again, mari can not NOT notice the rather stark change in how kanan is treated by the entire student body. 87 girls lining up outside of the pool during third year swimming class ‘KANAN-SEMPAI!!! YOU SWAM SO RADIANTLY!!! ARE YOU THIRSTY I BOUGHT YOU JUICE!! PLEASE USE MY TOWEL!!!’
  • and kanans just 'aha…… its ok thanks,,’ and theyre all OHHH SHE’S SO UNTOUCHABLE NONE OF US COULD POSSIBLY BE GOOD ENOUGH…!!! BUT THAT ONLY MAKES HER ALL THE MORE DREAMY…..!!
  • and mari is like ’…………. you sure have made a lot of cute new girl friends while I was gone, haven’t you kanan : - )’ and kanans just like 'huh? no I like…. barely know them idgi, i guess they’re just really nice or have this period off in their class schedule or something’
  • and mari looks at her like ’……..’ and then looks at dia like ’……..’ (translation: Get a Load of this dumbass oh my god) and dia looks at her back like ’……….’ (translation Yeah trust me I know)

  • mari’s initial impression of these girls is 'god I don’t get it I mean kanan is the exact same dweeb she was two years ago’ except every now and then she’d look at her during p.e. or catch sight of her from a certain angle or see her do that Erotic Waterbottle Drinking thing she has going, and a faint chorus of 'a? re? reeeeeeeee?’ would start up in the background
  • and before long mari kind of becomes kanan’s passive aggressive body guard, just deflecting fangirls off her like : ) : )
  • but mari being mari, she doesn’t do normal-people passive aggressive, she does super extra over the top passive aggressive, because she’s mari
  • underclassgirl attempts to offer kanan her towel and mari crashlands from the fuckin sky shoving her exotic polar bear fur towel onto kanan. HERE YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!! : ) ) ) )  )
  • and if you think that any point kanan clues on to what is happening. you are severely overestimating her