sorry if the translations are wrong ;u;

anonymous asked:

English being his second language also explains why he got confused at 'hypothesis' bc its a Big Word and my auditory processing issues makes it hard for me to figure out words like hypothesis out loud and i've known the word since i was seven in my first science fair. Besides, hypothesis is taken from Latin/Greek so while it has a place in English, its not a native english word so Lance isnt even wrong when he asks Pidge to 'speak english'

Well I mean like, assuming you headcanon Lance as a Spanish speaker, Spanish is derived from Latin, so Lance prooooobably wouldn’t have a hard time understanding that word. Hypothesis and hipótesis are also pronounced pretty similarly. That specific example is more just… bad, lazy writing lmao.

HOWEVER, I do believe Lance would have some audio processing issues, especially if you couple it with the ‘Lance has ADHD’ headcanon (which I obviously consider canon since I never shut up about it lmao). Like. Hoo boy. Lance constantly needs people to repeat something, esp if he’s off his meds, because his brain is having a difficult time today making that jump between ‘listening’ and ‘translating’ and ‘processing.’ 

And he knows, he knows, that people are silently judging him and wondering what’s wrong with this kid, why can’t he just listen right the first time? He knows, alright, and he’s apologizing before he’s even called on. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, shoulders hunched against the looks he knows he’s receiving, against the carefully neutral face of his instructor. “But could you please repeat that? Just one more time, please.”

“Sorry,” he says, miserable, as he apologizes for something he knows he can’t control yet feels like he should.

Diabolik lovers Lost Eden Ayato Sakamaki (heaven 2)  ~translation/traducción~

Pa uteh beba @0takudl, espero que le guste esta diabetes(?

Heaven 1, heaven 2

*Sorry for the mistakes*

Place: Ayato’s bedroom.

Yui: Hey, Ayato-kun… Can I stay here with you?
Ayato: What’s wrong Chichinashi? Is weird for you to say that.
Yui: *Blushes* (I just thought that it would be good if we spend some time together…)
Ayato: Hee. Well, come here. …To

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you know what tho like I used to see posts supporting the LGBTQ+ community by using comparisons with the privilege that cishets get & it allowed me, as a cishet, to understand what being a supporter means

but now all the posts I see are literally people in the LGBTQ+ community bringing each other down because they wanna fight over who’s more oppressed. like. this is about moving forward together.

Sore wa Sasayaka na Koi no Hajimari - Miyasaka Haruki

This series is an R18 drama CD (not meant for minors. There will be explicit terms used in this CD) by Apricot.
T/N: Here’s my translation to the 3rd volume of Sore wa Sasayaka na Koi no Hajimari. Please do not repost on tumblr or copy to any other site. If you want to share this translation please reblog or link to this post  

Summary: You meet a gentle kindergarten teacher when you were looking for your fallen button and the relationship between you two starts to develop.
CV: Shingaki Tarusuke

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Meeting The Calaveras ~ Pack Imagine // Teen Wolf

Request / Ask Questions Here
Y/N  - Your Name
Plot: You and the rest of the pack are in Mexico initially to find Derek however, the Calaveras have something else in mind for the pack to figure out…  
Word Count: 1, 208
Disclaimer: I google translated most of the Spanish words so I’m sorry if they don’t make sense or used in the wrong context.

Song For The Imagine / Cayendo - Deorro feat. Tess Marie

“Blend in dumbasses” I laughed over the bass of the music at my awkward friends before being dragged deeper into the ocean of shirtless guys and stunning girls. I felt hands grip onto my waist so I turned around to see a decently hot guy dancing with me. I smiled as I swayed my hips and brushed my fingers through my hair to the rhythm of the music, you know, for a potential life or death scenario I’m enjoying this way too much.

None of us have heard or seen Derek in weeks and when Scott went over to his building to investigate the only thing he found were bullets with a decorated skull imprint, Deaton said it belongs to the Calaveras; hunters that originated from Mexico. So here we are in a club across the border in search for our Sourwolf and maybe even taking down a threat, but for now me, Kira and Malia have been instructed to be in the crowd and act like we belong which is exactly what I’m doing and enjoying.

There was a loud bang and the sound of yelling and fighting which made me immediately stop and stare in the direction to where the crowd was forming. Knowing exactly what was happening I tried to push through the crowd to get to the other side of the club where my friends were but someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back; digging their nails through my skin in the progress.

Harshly I turned around and yanked my hand out of the strangers grip but that only inspired him to dig his nails deeper into my skin. I hissed in pain but that didn’t stop me from attempting to grab the knife from my back pocket but just as I brought it into view a thick cloth was wrapped around my mouth and nose.

Suddenly I felt all woozy and everything started to blur and spin, the last thing I remember was the mumble of Spanish and the sound of my defense weapon clanging onto the floor before everything went completely black.

.   .   .

A sharp pain in my shoulder woke me up from my drugged state, I tried to sit up but something kept me in place. Despite everything still being blurry I could still recognize the silver chains that were wrapped around my arms and legs. Violently I thrashed around hoping that they would break but a large hand gripped at the base of my neck and pushed me against the back of the chair I was sitting in.

Once my vision started clearing the hand removed itself from my skin and knowing that moving around wouldn’t help my current situation I stayed relatively still. My eyesight went back to normal and the first thing I noticed that I was only in my ripped denim shorts and my plain white bra, my tank top was nowhere in sight.

“Such a pretty weapon for a pretty girl” an elderly sounding voice said from behind me.
“Don’t touch her! I gave you the name already, I’ve done what you asked!” I shot my head up to see the entire pack just a few feet away from me, all tied up in chairs but the only thing different was that they didn’t have heavy chains draped around their bodies like I have.

From the corner of my eye a woman was twirling my knife in her hands staring at me as she did it. Slowly she came into clear view, a sickly smile sprawled across her face.

“So mi hija, tell me about yourself” I gave her an evil glare as she circled around me. Like a predator eyeing down its prey.

“And why the hell would I do that?” she just tutted and continued twirling my weapon in her hand, caressing the blade with her finger. Swiftly she pressed the tip of the knife directly above my collar bone in the soft spot of my neck which made me shudder slightly at the contact.

“Don’t touch her!” Scott yelled as he moved against his restraints, I watched as his eyes turned a deep red and a man wearing all black started to approach Scott from behind.
“Don’t touch him!” I yelled over Scott, the elderly lady in front of me held out her hand and the man behind Scott stopped in his place and returned back into position.

“Kids, they don’t seem to respect the elderly anymore” I hissed out in pain as I felt blood trickle down from where my own knife was held against my skin and towards my chest, staining the white of my bra.

“What do you want?” I spat, she just smiled and dragged the knife down my body making me cringe slightly at the coldness and the minute shot of pain that surged through me. Soon enough she stopped and rested the tip of the blade on the side of my stomach; where my birthmark was.

“Can you speak Spanish Y/N?”
“Con fluidez”

“Good, now tell me Y/N. What does your marca de nacimiento mean to you” I gave her a confused look as did the rest of the pack.

“It’s just a birthmark, it has no meaning” she tutted once more and I heard and felt the blade penetrate through my skin. I gasped in pain and squeezed my eyes tightly shut but the lady on the other hand just chuckled.

“Your birthmark is different, it’s unique and something I’ve only seen once before” her hand caressed my left cheek and twisted the knife further into me in the process forcing me to let out a yell.

“Don’t hurt her she’s only human!” Lydia said through her own tears.
“You haven’t told them?!” Psychopathic lady looked at me with an amused look then back to the people I consider family. Without even giving me a second glance she yanked the knife out of my stomach. Both pain and relief washed over me as I squeezed my eyes shut again and leant forward slightly in a feeble attempt to stop the blood gushing.  

“What are you talking about?” I breathed, still in pain.
“You’re a supernatural” she said bluntly

“She can’t be, she’s one: not healing and two: we’ve known her for years. She’s human just like me” Stiles defended me before I could comprehend what the Calaveras leader had just said.

“Do you want me to say it in English Stiles? No! She isn’t human, she’s a disgusting creature that needs to be gotten rid of”

“I’m human” I stuttered as I still felt the pain of the stab wound.
“Your eyes mi hija. Open your eyes” she cooed but I refused, if anything I squeezed my eyelids harder if that was possible.

Once again I felt a sharp pain dig into the same spot in my stomach but this time only deeper. I screeched in pain and flung my head backwards but she grabbed the roots of my hair and lifted my head upright.

“Open your eyes!” She said more menacingly as she twisted the knife 180 degrees. Unwillingly I opened my eyes and everyone stopped shouting and crying and gasped in horror instead.

Gasped in horror at my cloudy grey eyes.

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@rozwater can u translate this for me if u don’t mind ‘sorry I don’t understand Farsi that well unless it’s written in. (…)’, the best I can do (though I could be wrong but take into account I’ve only started learning the language relatively recently) is 'bebakhshid farsi motovajeh khoob nemisham’ but I don’t rly know if a) the words are in the right place here and b) how to say the rest of the sentence so if u could help that would be appreciated

anonymous asked:

hi sorry but can you.. not say stuff like "mild autism" it pushes the mindset that the autism spectrum is mild to severe when its actually how it affects people,, you could just say "maxim has autism but doesnt have super obvious symptoms" or something sorry,,

aa thank u for telling me!! I have some trouble understanding what exactly you mean but I appreciate that you let me know this!! sorry for writing the wrong term for it :^0c


The Romanian in this is google translated so if shit went wrong blame the internet (☉‿☉✿)

~ btw no hate against Sebastian’s momma I bet she’s hot af and can throw down in the kitchen frfr (u know how them foreign girls do it)


“Ea nu este bun pentru tine!” You heard a female voice say, from the tone you could tell she was angry. Though you couldn’t understand, you could hear Sebastian’s voice and persistence through it, “Din cauza vârstei ei! Este faptul că singura ta raționament?!” He said.

“Fata este de 23! Ai făcut bine!” She said back. You heard ‘23’ and immediately you understood, the female voice, the Romanian slurs being thrown, it was his mother, who you of course knew didn’t approve of your and Sebastian’s relationship due to the age gap.

After minutes of by standing in front of the entrance door, you stepped inside, greeted by Sebastian, his mother, and tense air. You smiled at his mother, playing along, “Hello Mrs. Stan.” You said. She simply crossed her arms, looking between you and Sebastian. You met his gaze, his eyes laced in regret.

“Tell her there’s no problem with our relationship.” You said to Sebastian. “I know English as well, what do you think he’s been feeding me this entire time?” She asked, accent prominent. You sighed, sitting on the couch, “Listen, I mean nothing but respect, you’re his mother. But I can only assume that by how focused you are on our ages you’d understand that a grown man can make his own decisions.” You said.

She raised an eyebrow, “Oh little girl, he’s very capable of making decisions, his past women were very above the age limit.” She spat angrily. “Mom!” Sebastian roared in anger. You felt your throat tighten as what felt ages passed.

“Leave, now.” He said simply. You heard her slam the door behind her before Sebastian sat next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Before he could even apologize for his mother’s behavior, you turned to him, “I can’t do this anymore.” You blurted out.

“… What?” He asked, barely in a whisper. “It’s literally just too much, I feel like the world is against us and it’s just something that I can’t handle.” You admitted, tears brimming the edges of your eyes. Sebastian stared at you blankly, his gaze never leaving you.

“Don’t do this (Y/N), please.” He merely begged, you shook your head silently, looking anywhere but at him. You unwrapped yourself from his grip and stood, making your way to the stair case to get your things from upstairs,

“(Y/N)…” You heard him say your name. It broke your heart just how much you were hurting him, the softness in his voice said it all. You turned to him in regret, “Sebastian please don’t make this harder for me.” You said, tears driving down your face.

He stood, walking over to you before placing a kiss on your lips, shortly after he pulled away. He rested his forehead against yours, sighing deeply. “I need you. I swear to you this gets hard for me to and sometimes I can’t handle it and I need someone like you to be there when I come home. To tell me that I’m doing the right or wrong thing and to tell me I’m gonna be okay.” He whispered, tears falling.

At this point you were sobbing, he pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck. You took in the warmth he held, crying into his chest. “I’m sorry.” You said quietly. He shook his head, locks of brown hair falling against your neck, “It gets hard sometimes, that’s all.”


EDIT: For everyone who want to leave a comment, remember… I’m a girl…

[ORYGINAŁ] (Original) [Następny] (Next)

Soo….I made it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that it’s bad done but…There’s some things that you should know:

1.I’m 13 years old, and my English sucks so much.

2.A lot of sound effects haven’t got it’s polish version, so I decided to not write them at all.

3.I made it on Gimp 2.9 (Beta version) ;-;

4.I didn’t knew how is ,,Target down” in polish, SO SORRY IF I TRANSLATED IT WRONG ;____;

5.And my keyboard likes making jokes from me, so you can expect a LOOOOT of mistakes.

6.Polacy, proszę, nie hejtujcie mnie z powodu błędów, tylko napiszcie konstruktywną krytykę. Jestem osobą przeklęcie wrażliwą (I mającą kłopoty z interpunkcją…), i taki jeden hejt, może spowodować u mnie chęć tłuczenia głową w ścianę przez cały dzień…

Nextale by @nextale

fandomtrash28  asked:

German bros, America, and France react to smol S/O perhaps?

(Hope you like it! :3 Again, I rushed while writing because I’m tired ;u;)

Germany: He will feel a bit odd around you, not because he doesn’t like short people in fact he loves them. But he’d still feel that way because he’s really tall and you’re short, he finds it really cute but feels kind of uncomfortable. He doesn’t really mind though he only cares about your love not your height.

Prussia: Omg he’d pat your head too much and reach for the things that you can’t reach. He’d tease you so much, he likes to annoy you. He’d also buy you a pair of cute fluffy cat ears, making you wear them in the house so you can seem like a cat in his eyes. he’s a dork please love him

America: He’d come up with cheesy nicknames for you, making you laugh. He’d definitely tease you about your height but he actually finds it really adorable. 

France: this dork right here. He’d find it so adorable. He randomly hugs you and kisses you, pats your head, boops your nose. He also calls you “Jeune Amour” which means ‘tiny love’ he’s a dork please

(I’m sorry if the translation is wrong I used google translate ;u;)

mchanzo prompt #11

anon asked: Idk if you’re still accepting prompts (sorry if you aren’t!!) But there’s one HC where McCree understands Jap and it’d be cute if there was a scene where Hanzo says somethin cute (or dirty👀) and Jesse acci responds and Hanzo is like “Wtf..wait..”

hehe, i’m always accepting mcprompts anon!! they’re comin a little slower but i’m still working on ‘em B-) anyway, i give u hanzo muttering cute fluffy things and mccree secretly knowing…. also pls forgive my obvious lack of japanese; i didnt wanna translate and get it wrong pfffbt. i hope u enjoy!!


The first time it happens, he doesn’t mean for it to… Jesse is just irrepressible and fiery and there, impossible to ignore and desperate to impress him, and it just… slips out.

<<“You are amazing.”>>

The man eyes him for a moment and grins, tipping his hat.

“Now, Hanzo… if you’re gonna insult me, the least you could do is gimme a chance.”

“Learn Japanese,” he snorts, turning away quickly. A stupid thing, careless… but he hadn’t noticed. Hadn’t seen the heat in your cheeks…

They continue to train under a lazy Gibraltar sun, and he minds his words—absolutely does not allow himself to watch McCree shoot, or flap about in his ridiculous costume… says nothing of the man’s physical prowess and avoids his doe-eyed looks.


The second time, McCree is lying in a hospital bed.

Sterile air hits his nostrils and he flinches, padding over to the other man to sink into the chair beside him. He’s dozing—not really asleep, but content to rest his eyes and let the world happen around him for the moment.

Hanzo notices that he looks better than last time; not as ghostly, freshly-shaven even. No sign of any IVs, no sallow sweat along his brow. He looks peaceful.

When he finally stirs, he can’t help the breath catching in his throat.

“Hey sunshine,” McCree croaks with a smile.

“Idiot,” he gasps, gripping the man’s arm. “You were almost killed—”

“Whoa, now… slow down. I can’t remember that much… just about recall you savin’ my ass—”

“More than your ass.”

He laughs, coughs a little. “Hell. Feel goddamn awful. I been out for long?”

“Too long,” he glowers. “Dr Ziegler says you are lucky.”

“Means I owe you one.”

“You owe me an explanation.”

Jesse studies him, bleary-eyed but serious. His mouth thins. “…couldn’t let ‘em at you.”

“Who? Talon?”

“Mm. Seen the kinda things they do to good folks. And Amélie. What they turned her into. Couldn’t—didn’t wanna risk that. Not with you.”

“You know I am perfectly capable of defending myself,” Hanzo scoffs.

“Didn’t cross my mind in the moment, darlin’.”

He still thinks he’s an idiot. Risky, careless, irresponsible…

Sweet. Endearing. Hopelessly romantic.

<<“Don’t do it again.”>> He squeezes. <<“We–I cannot lose you.”>>

“One of these days, baby,” McCree chuckles. “I’ll figure you out.”


The third time… he means every word.

Jesse smokes and admires the stars. Hanzo wonders if he’s in love.

“Hope we get t’stay here awhile. Missed the heat, last post we were at.”

“I do not.”

“Give it time, I’ll convince ya.” McCree exhales a smoky plume. “Nothin’ as nice as the sun on your back, dust between your toes…”

“It sounds like hell,” Hanzo says mildly. “No wonder you look twice your age.”

“Well ouch,” the man laughs. He stubs out his cigar on a roof tile, flicking it over the edge. “Good thing I don’t take you too seriously—those are fightin’ words.”

<<“Do you take anything seriously?”>>

“Bless ya.”

<<“Would you take me seriously if I kissed you?”>>

“Hanzo.” Jesse raises a hand. “Sugar. If you’re gonna go ahead and make it personal—”

<<“You’re a buffoon.”>> He sighs. “It is late, and there’s a briefing tomorrow morning. We should leave.”

“Wait—hang on there just a minute.”

He starts to protest, but can’t—not when Jesse’s lips are on his.

It’s quick, and warm, not nearly enough. There’s a scratch of stubble against his chin and the wet curl of the man’s tongue, gently probing, and his heart is pounding in his ears, his skin burns—

McCree pulls away quite suddenly, not in the least bit smug and looking just as breathless.

“You can kiss me all you want, sweetheart. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna ever take you seriously.”



Luriel’s hisory note : The Birth of Goddess

In the beginning, there were Henir, the god of darkness, and Elia, the god of light.
Elia created the material world, but it caused a reaction and evil’s world was emerged.
Who cherished this material world was the Ishmael, the goddess who served Elia.

Luriel’s hisory note : The Elian Kingdom

Ishmael bestowed the El to protect the material world.
Also, she bestowed the power that can handle El to settler’s embryos, and these were called “the Elians”.
The Elians prospered and established the Elian kingdom.

Luriel’s hisory note : The Debrians

Among the Elians, there were someone who proficient in principle of El’s energy and it’s application. They were called “the Debrians”.
They were ineffectual at operating El than the Elians. So they began to solve this managing skill by using mechanical method.

Luriel’s hisory note : The Nasod

Kingdom calendar year 550, Adrian Nasod, the genius Debrian, made a self-moving equipment using El energy with code. He named it “Nasod” after him.

As developments progresses, there was the appearance of the centural AIs, which were called “Adam“ and “Eve”, and the second-generation Nasdos.

Luriel’s hisory note : The City in the Sky

The king and the Debrians found the city in the sky at different dimension in order to disobey the God and show off their divineness.

This city was called “Elesion”.

* I’m using a translator. I’m sorry if there are wrong grammars…

I’m not sure about correct spelling of “Elian”, “Debrian”, “Elesion” … etc.…

And there was no additional story of Henir… ^_T… Henir where r u… orz

LLSIF JP updates
  • there will be maintenance on 3 December from 2pm - 5pm (Japan timezone), as there has been some problems like when some users use loveca to refill their LP bar / they rank up, they got extra LP (10 i think). also, when their member space is full, they are still able to play lives isnt this good tho. somethibg about messaging other players, data downloading, etc. thanks to anon here, regarding the LP issue, if you use a loveca to refill your LP / rank up, your remaining LP will carry over ( e.g. you have 23 LP left and your max LP is 50, you use a loveca to refill your LP, they will give you 23 + 50 = 73 LP ). regarding the member list being full issue, you can still play your live songs even if your member list is full, just that the cards will be sent to your present box. how fucking cool is that sifjp is rlly good!!1!1!! regarding the messaging issue, an outbox will be added so you can see the messages you’ve sent to other users wow yay now i dont have to ask the other person what i said before cuz my memory is bad af. regarding the data downloading issue, im just quoting what anon said: ‘they’re making one time downloads, so you can just download all the game data at once (I’m a bit confused about this) and it’s a version update, so you’ll have to update the app (or reinstall it if u use android and downloaded it) when the update is done’ ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU, ANON! IM SO SO SORRY FOR GIVING WRONG INFO I SUCK hey anon maybe you can join and help me translate the jp stuff i need u (no but im serious i rlly need you it would make me so happy if you join as a mod of this blog)
  • llsif jp has reached the milestone of getting 13 million users!!

to celebrate, users will be given a total of 7 loveca over 7 consecutive days!

there will also be an arcade version of llsif with details coming up soon! (?)

new KiRa KiRa Sensation! R cards will also be released! samples: