Had a dream where I went on a “who wants to be a millionaire” style trivia game-show, only you went on as game development studios, and if you won the game, the show would completely fund a game concept for you and your studio.
most of the questions early on were pretty easy stuff. What was the subtitle to the second Legend of Zelda game. How many coins does it take to get an extra life in Super Mario Bros.
The questions started getting more specific, sometimes more difficult. Stuf like game’s release years, the names of lead developers on titles, boss names, stuff from current games, especially multiplayer heavy games. But me and my buddies, my game studio, we kept on going, ended up using ALL of our life-lines and hints…
Then we got to the final question.
And the way the final question worked, was you chose ONE person to answer it, and everyone else got put in a sound-proof booth to watch.
After some debate, my game studio picked me to go up and answer the final question, to decide whether or not our game, our dream, would be a reality.
And the final question pops up on my little screen, and it looks like this:
The host looks at me and nods appreciatively. Everyone in the audience breathes a sigh of relief. I look towards my friends in the soundproof booth, and they appear calm and collected. I look back down at my answers. I start to sweat.
I move my hand over the screen. My fingers are shaking. I lean forward, going for the donkey kong faces. No, wait, the weird swath of blue color. Or maybe it’s The Elder Scrolls? A bead of sweat rolls down my nose, and then, I wake up. I still don’t know what the answer is.
that when most people think about
interpreters, they either confuse them with translators or just imagine them as boring people who sit in a box all day and repeat the boring speeches politicians give at
conferences. Somehow I doubt that most people have ever thought about how
important interpreters have been for the way we communicate and how the world
today would not be the same without them. And I also doubt that people have
ever viewed interpreters as badass or as heroes. Therefore, I’d like to tell you about:
at the Nuremberg Trials
most of you already know what the Nuremberg Trials were, but here’s a short
explanation for those who don’t: The Nuremberg Trials were a series of military
tribunals, held by the Allied forces after the Second World War. They took
place in the city of Nuremberg and they were most notable for the prosecution
of prominent members of the Nazi leadership. As the people involved with the
trial were American, British, French, German and Russian, it had to be
conducted in four different languages. Which is why they needed interpreters.
I recently went
to an exhibition about those interpreters and even though it was a really small
one, it was super impressive-
because of what I learned about them.
Here are some of the most
interesting and impressive facts:
Before the Nuremberg Trials,
simultaneous interpreting did not exist. Before the trials, people believed that the human brain was not
capable of something like that. The simultaneous interpreting equipment used
for the trials was the very first of its kind.
In this video you can see a
demonstration of the simultaneous interpreting system. Later you can also hear some of the
None of the interpreters had ever
worked as a simultaneous interpreter before. (The reason was, of course, that this
profession had not existed before the trials.) Some were translators,
consecutive interpreters or linguists, and others were ordinary people who had
grown up bilingually, or people who had fled from Germany before the war and
lived abroad for a while. The bar was set very high and they had to pass
difficult and complex tests, including mock trials, before they were allowed to
interpret at the tribunals. Since none of them had any kind of experience with
simultaneous interpreting, they had to train themselves in a very short time.
Without simultaneous interpreting,
the Nuremberg Trials would have taken much longer or might not even have been
possible at all. Before
the trials, only consecutive interpretation was used. (With consecutive
interpretation, the speaker stops every few minutes and the interpreter repeats
what he said in the target language.) Since there were four court languages
(English, German, French and Russian), using this interpreting technique would
have prolonged the trials significantly. As the Cold War started soon after the
end of the tribunals, it is unclear whether they could have been finished, had
they taken any longer.
Simultaneous interpreters were not
the only language professionals working at the trials. If a witness spoke neither of the
four court languages, consecutive interpreters were brought in to interpret
their testimony- which was then interpreted again by the simultaneous
interpreters. There were also interpreters sitting behind the judges to help
them communicate. The American and the British judge were seated next to each
other, so they could exchange their thoughts, but if they wanted to talk to the
French and Russian judge, they needed the help of their interpreters. Translators
also worked at the trials. They translated the notes taken by the court reporters in
shorthand. These translations were then compared to recordings of the
simultaneous interpreters’ interpretations, to make sure that they hadn’t made
any mistakes which could influence the outcome of the trials.
In total, the team consisted
of approximately 50 interpreters, 200 translators and 100 people who compared the
interpretations with the court reporters’ shorthand. Of course, this generated a lot of paperwork.
One photo taken by the American military photographer Ray D’Addario shows
employees in the court’s document room standing literally ankle-deep in
Interpreters at the trials worked 85
minute shifts on their own. (In contrast, simultaneous interpreters today work in teams of two and
take turns in shifts of up to 30 minutes.)
interpreters were not able to finish their shift- not because of exhaustion,
but because they could no longer handle the psychological strain and could no
longer force themselves to listen to what was being said. The trials dealt
with the worst atrocities committed by the Nazis- war crimes, genocide, mass
murder and crimes against humanity. Many interpreters had to be replaced
-either because they left or because they returned to the translation department-
and later many said that they had nightmares because of those trials. One interpreter, however, also said that he didn’t really catch all the details of what was being said, because he was always way too focused on getting the grammar and the vocabulary right. (And yes, that happens. A lot.)
One of the most famous photos of an
interpreter at the Nuremberg Trials does not actually depict an interpreter. The photo in question shows a young
woman in a red suit wearing headphones and explaining the simultaneous interpreting
system to the press. However, she was not actually an interpreter, but a
lawyer’s secretary. The reason she was chosen as a model for this photo was
that she always had the most fashionable suits, because her mother was a tailor.
Interpretations and Translations
could influence the outcome of the trials. The fact that recordings of simultaneous interpretations were checked
against the translations of the court reporters’ shorthand limited the risk of communication mistakes, but could
not eliminate it completely. Many Nazis, like Göring for instance, tried to use
this to their advantage- which, of course, put the interpreters under immense pressure to get everything exactly right. Richard W. Sonnenfeldt, the lead interpreter for the
prosecution, remembered Göring asking him: “Could you find me a good lawyer?
Although I might need a good interpreter even more than a lawyer.” After the
trials, some defendants claimed that they had only been found guilty because of
translation or interpretation mistakes. Interpretation or translation
mishaps could also negatively affect the prosecution, though. A mistranslation
of the word “Freimachung” (translated with “liberation” instead of “clearing”)
caused a big problem for chief prosecutor Robert H. Jackson during his
first confrontation with Göring in court. Of course, some words also have more than one meaning. And sometimes, one meaning was more incriminating than the other. Those words quickly became bones of contention.
More about the equipment
interpreters today, the interpreters at the Nuremberg Trials did not have
soundproof booths. Therefore, they had to be careful to not be distracted by ambient noise all the time. Their booths were nicknamed “the aquarium” because they were
made of glass. However, those booths were not even closed glass boxes. There
was one big glass panel in front of them, and smaller glass panels were used to
separate the booths. The headphones were not soundproof either, and probably
also not very comfortable.
Everyone had to wear headphones, except for
the guards. There were more than 300 headphones in the court room at all times.
interpreter had a sign which said “slow”. They would hold it up if they wanted
the speaker to talk more slowly. If a speaker did not see this (or ignored it),
either the interpreters or a technician could push buttons which would light up
differently coloured lights on the speaker’s table. The orange light told the
speaker to slow down and the red light was a signal that there was a technical
problem and the session had to be suspended until this problem was fixed.
What influence did those interpreters have on the future?
Together with other interpreters who
worked at the trials, Colonel Léon Dostert, the head of the interpreters at the
tribunals, founded the United Nations Interpretation Service. The technology used in Nuremberg
became the basis of modern interpreting technology and ever since the Nuremberg Trials, simultaneous interpreting has become an integral part of
international politics and diplomacy. Without simultaneous interpreting,
international institutions like the UN, NATO, the EU or the WTO would look
completely different today.
These interpreters did something that was
considered to be impossible before the Nuremberg Trials. People believed that
the human brain was not capable of simultaneous interpretation and yet those
interpreters did it. In a short time, they taught themselves how to do it. They
worked with newly developed equipment that was far from perfect: Uncomfortable
headphones, people tripping over cables and no soundproof booths. They worked
shifts which were nearly three times as long as shifts today, and all the time
they had to listen to descriptions of the horrific atrocities committed by the
Nazis. But even though they were constantly faced with these horrors, even
though they were under immense pressure- the interpreters, translators, and
other language professionals involved with the trials still did their job. They
all put themselves through immense stress, psychological strain and possibly
trauma, to make the trials happen and to make sure that Nazi war criminals received
the punishment they deserved. Without those interpreters and translators, it would not have been possible. The simultaneous interpreters in
particular were pioneers of their profession. Without them, simultaneous
interpreting might not even exist. And without simultaneous interpreting,
international institutions like the UN or the EU would look completely
different today. The world might look completely different, too. After all, during the Cold War, fast communication with people who spoke different languages was essential. Who knows what might have happened without interpreters?
So, yeah, I don’t want to hear people calling
interpreters boring ever again.
Just in case you’re interested in
hearing more about this topic from someone who has actually lived through all
this; here’s a speech by Siegfried Ramler, one of the interpreters who worked at
the Nuremberg Trials:
[Finally, I’m not a historian or anything like that; I’m just telling you what I learned at the exhibition and from a few articles about it, because i found it interesting and super impressive. So if there’s anything that’s not correct, I apologize. Please let me know and I’ll correct it at once!]
So what if you think you’re pregnant? You don’t know if Jack even wants to have kids, so you are pretty nervous to take the test… But you take it and it’s negative, or is it?
Pregnant or not? -
Jack Barakat OneShot
I’m a giggling mess once Jack takes his bodyweight off of me and I scoot over,
so he can sit down next to me. We’re both panting like we just ran a marathon…
“That was so fun… I love you so much for this”, Jack chuckles with me. I giggle
lightly again and reach out for his shirt to cover my naked body at least a
“Noooo”, he whines and instantly pushes the fabric of my body.
“But it’s cold, Jack! And what if someone comes back?”
He grumbles a bit, but throws me my panties and my own top. I catch them and
quickly slip everything on. In the meantime, Jack at least pulls on his boxers.
Note from the author: So, this was requested by @angstsuga and if you’re not following her, you’re crazy and should go hit the follow button immediately. I hope you enjoy this Jungdae, and I hope everyone else likes it too!
The snowflakes danced their way to the cold ground outside, swirling the air with beautiful streams of white. Winter had always been your favorite season. You loved the feeling of the cold air against your face, the way the snow sounded under your feet as you wandered, appreciating the white so delicately topping the tree branches. And the most important of all, it was around this time three years ago when you met the love of your life, Min Yoongi.
You had always yearned for him, smiling as you gazed at him from across the café or across the street. He had caught your eye the moment you saw him. The way his black hair contrasted with his pale, yet perfect skin, and how it fit so perfectly under the black beanie he was wearing. Your eyes widened as you noticed the trail of freckles along his cheeks and nose and how his lips appeared so soft and pink.
For three months, you wanted nothing more than to confidently approach him and say hello. But every time you worked up the nerve, you’d take one step closer and then run away. You were certain that he thought you were strange. Some unknown girl walking towards him and then taking off? That certainly wasn’t normal. It wasn’t until that December that the two of you met.
You had gone to your favorite café, which happened to be the place where you first laid eyes on him. Now, you went more for the off chance of seeing him rather than for the coffee. You took your order from the barista and headed to your usual table when suddenly you felt something collide against you. You looked up to see that you had walked straight into him. Your entire cup of coffee spilled on him. Your face turned deep red and you began apologizing.
“Oh god, I am so sorry! It was an accident! I wasn’t paying attention where I was going and..”
“No, it’s okay. Really, it’s my fault. I was distracted. At least I smell nice.” He said with a laugh. Oh, how his laugh made your knees weak.
“That was hot coffee that spilled on you, are you okay?” You said with concern. Of course, the first time the two of you met, it would be from you burning him with hot coffee. That day, the two of you exchanged numbers and hit it off.
Now, you stood in your kitchen humming along to Yoongi’s newest melody that he had created. You loved the sounds that came from his home studio, even his tiny fits of aggravation had become pleasant sounds to you. You loved that he worked on the songs from home, letting you catch little bits of the songs when he wasn’t using his headphones. You never really got to hear him recording lyrics though because he used a soundproof booth for that. But the small amount of what you got to hear was always beautiful, even if he disagreed.
You had spent the day decorating for the holidays. You put up a tree with silver and red ornaments, hung decorative stockings with each of your names on them and tea lights along the mantle above the electric fireplace. The presents were wrapped and placed under your tree. There were an awful lot from Yoongi, and you felt bad for not buying him as many, but you knew he was going to love the two big gifts you purchased for him and kept hidden. He wasn’t aware that you saved money on the side for the last year, working to earn extra wages to be able to afford them. But the look on his face when he saw the puppy you had so eagerly named Holly, and the gorgeous piano, which you were having moved in while the two of you would be out taking photographs, would be priceless. You had it all planned. You would take him out so he could take photographs of the snow, and your friend Seokjin would be coming over to ensure the piano arrived safely. He also was the one caring for Holly and would bring her over to the house. You had managed to secretly clear out your storage room to make way for what you knew would be his pride and joy.
You were lost in thought when suddenly you heard your phone buzz. It was a text from Yoongi’s mother.
We can’t wait to see you guys for the holiday! Please don’t worry about accommodations, we are only staying for dinner and then heading home.
You clenched your fists and nearly broke your phone that you were still holding. You could feel the anger building up inside of you like an active volcano. You were so lost in anger that you hadn’t noticed that Yoongi had come out of his studio.
“(Y/N), what’s wrong? Why do you look so angry?”
“I don’t know, maybe it’s because you invited your parents to dinner tomorrow night AND DIDN’T TELL ME?” You snapped at him.
“SO WHAT? I CAN’T HAVE MY FAMILY AROUND FOR THE HOLIDAYS? YOU’RE BEING RIDICULOUS!” He yelled. You had never heard him this angry before, but then again, he had never seen you this furious.
“YOONGI, DID YOU FORGET THAT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OUR HOLIDAY? JUST THE TWO OF US? I DIDN’T INVITE MY FAMILY, SO WHY DID YOU INVITE YOURS?” At this point, a tear began to roll down your cheek. You hated that about yourself. When you got pushed to a certain point, you would cry out of pure anger.
“JESUS, (Y/N)! WHY DO YOU HATE MY PARENTS SO DAMN MUCH?! THEY’RE MY FAMILY!” You took a few deep breaths and prepared yourself for the retaliation that would come after your next statement.
“Because Yoongi, your parents are horrible. They’ve never supported you or your dream, and you always get upset when they visit because they always end up bashing your music. Your parents should be your number one fans. But instead, they toss you into the dirt.” You said calmly. You knew he would get angry, but you also knew you were right.
“THEY ARE STILL MY PARENTS! WHY THE HELL DOES IT MATTER TO YOU HOW THEY TREAT ME, (Y/N)?”
You let out an angry sigh and replied.
“You know what? Fuck this. There is no point in trying to speak to you or reason with you because you will never see it.” And with that, you stormed off into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you. You quickly undressed and turned on a hot shower to calm down.
Yoongi stomped around the house angrily, trying his best to justify himself and make you out to be the bad guy. He was too proud to admit he was wrong, but as the time ticked by and you remained in the shower, that pride began to fade.
“Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that to (Y/N). God, she probably hates me right now.” He whispered to himself. Then he realized you didn’t have a towel in the bathroom and knew immediately what to do. He quickly grabbed a few towels from the closet and threw them in the dryer.
You stayed in the shower until the water ran unbearably cold. You were still angry, but knew you had to come out eventually. You exited the shower to see a stack of hot towels and a note sitting on the vanity counter.
(Y/N), I am so sorry for being a thick-headed moron. I should’ve asked you before inviting them. Here are some warm towels to start my apology. I love you so much darling, and I hope you will forgive me for being so stupid. – Yoongi
Here’s your final drabble, @redprairielily! Written with love by your Valentine, @flirtmcgirt. Fess up, did you know it was me? Hope you enjoyed this week; I had lots of fun coming up with stories! Have an amazing holiday!
“You got it. Yeah, like that. Arch your back – oh, shit, Rae, that looked hot- hang on, not yet! Wait, wait…OH!”
Rae grinned from her position on the couch. “So, what’s the
Rae bent to remove her trainer and sock. “Turned on yet?”
“Positively throbbing with lust, m'dear.“
“Yeah, what else is new?” Rae said with a laugh. “I’ll have
you know, in the old days, showing off my ankle would be scandalous. That
exposed elbow of yours isn’t bad, either, Finnley.” Rae shot him her best gaze
of desire, but both began snickering as soon as their eyes met.
Here we go! A little pre-debut scenario for Chanyeol! This was probably heavily influenced by all the high school k dramas I’ve been watching recently. (The uniforms are just so cute!)
Anyway I hope you enjoy Chanyeol, featuring Baekhyun!
You had been walking home from school when Chanyeol called.
Smirking to yourself, you swiped your phone and lifted it to
your ear. “And why are you not working?” you accused, stopping to sit on a
nearby bench. “You haven’t even debuted yet and already you’re slacking off?”
For four years Chanyeol had been your boyfriend. You were in
the same class at school and every time he walked past your desk, he’d drop
something just so he could stop and talk to you. After weeks of him
relentlessly asking you out for lunch, you gave in and said yes and since then,
you’d been inseparable.
After a year of dating, Chanyeol was contracted to S.M and you
wanted to break up with him. He needed to be completely focused on his training
and didn’t need a high school crush dragging him down, no matter how much you
wanted to stay with him. But Chanyeol was stubborn and even though you tried to
push him away, he just held on tighter. It was hard dating him. You couldn’t
tell people you were together and all your dating was done in secret. But you
loved him and he loved you, so you found a way to make it work.
“I have been in the dance studio since 5am, thank you very
much,” Chanyeol retorted down the phone, his voice making you smile
uncontrollably. “What are you doing right now?”
You looked at the pavement in front of your and swung your
legs out absentmindedly. “I’m just on my way home from school. Why? Do you need
me to bring you chicken again?” You blew the hair off your face and rolled your
eyes. “You’ve got legs Chanyeol, use them!”
He was going to moan … you just knew he was going to moan.
“Oh noona!” he whined cutely and you knew they were a pout to go with it. “Can
you just come to the agency please? You don’t have to bring food but I’d love
“First, you should love me forever anyway! I put up with enough
from you and the boys,” you started, pushing yourself off the bench and heading
for the bus stop. “And secondly, I’m only two months older than you … that’s
hardly noona material!” Even though you were arguing, you couldn’t help but
smile. Your bickering made you feel like a real couple.
Chanyeol’s laughter was so loud, like the mic on his phone
was literally in his mouth. “I’ll make it up to you if you did. I have a little
surprise for you.”
You laughed and looked up and down the street, crossing the
road quickly. “A surprise?” you exclaimed excitedly, jumping up onto the
pavement on the other side. “For future reference, you should have started with
“Noted! Does that mean you’re coming?” he asked hopefully,
his voice rising excitedly.
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you checked the time on
your watch and sighed to yourself. “Fine, I’ll come right over. But I need to
be back by eleven to finish my essay,” you told him, looking at the bus timetable
for when the next one would arrive.
“Yay! We’ll get ready for your surprise,” Chanyeol exclaimed
and you could hear murmuring in the background so you knew he wasn’t alone.
“Bring chicken too!” With a quick ‘I love you’, he hung up, leaving you slightly
dumbstruck as your bus pulled up front of you.
After two buses and waiting ten minutes for the chicken, you
arrived at the agency and headed up to the dance studios, peering through each
door’s window to try and spot Chanyeol. A lot of people recognised you and
waved, especially at the fifth studio you looked into when Sehun, Jongdae and
Baekhyun spotted you and starting running for the door. Chanyeol wasn’t looking
in your direction but you instantly recognised his tall stature and pointy
“Did someone order some chicken?” you called dramatically as
you poked your head inside. All the boys in the room immediately charged at you
and hugged and squeezed, swiftly taking the chicken out of your hands and
moving to the sofas in the corner of the room. Meanwhile you found Chanyeol and
wrapped your arms around his waist. “Hey baby,” you said coolly, pulling him to
the floor where the boys were currently attacking the chicken boxes.
“Your girlfriend is the best,” Jongdae muttered, chicken
drumsticks in both of his hands. The other boys grunted in agreement, all of
them with chicken in their mouths. “Hold on to her Chanyeol!”
Pulling you onto his lap, he kissed your temple and reached
for some food. “Like you could steal her from me Jongdae! Just eat your chicken
before you embarrass yourself,” he joked, handing you his chicken before taking
another piece for himself.
You just giggled and ate your chicken quietly, happy to just
sit back and relax after your hard day at school.
“How was class today?” Chanyeol asked in his hushed voice
that sent shivers down your spine. “No one’s been bothering you, have they?”
You turned to him and tried to smile. “Are you going to come
and beat them up if they had?” you asked jokingly, kissing his lips softly to
distract him. “Class was fine.”
It wasn’t though. There was a girl in your class who
couldn’t seem to leave you alone. All you wanted to do was go to school, learn
and then leave, but this girl seemed to have other ideas. And recently,
everything had been getting worse. You tried not to let it show – you’d be
leaving for university soon and she wouldn’t be able to bother you anymore. But
Chanyeol was far too perceptive for his own good and could tell when you were
“I know you’ve been having a hard time. I hate that I can’t
be by your side to help you through this like I want to be.” You could see the
lump in Chanyeol’s throat and you just squeezed him tightly, hoping he hadn’t
been distracting himself with worrying about you. “I wish you didn’t have to go
through this alone.”
You fed him a little bit of your chicken and smiled. “Thank
you for caring but it’s nothing honestly,” you told him softly, giving him a
little kiss. “I’m happy right now and that’s all that matters.”
“Then allow me to make you a little bit happier,” he replied
coyly, smirking mischievously at you before looking at someone behind you. You
gave him a confused look and then turned around to see Baekhyun smirking at you
too. “Ready Baekhyun?”
He nodded and then started to get up.
Chanyeol lifted you up and the pair of you got to your feet.
“Save us some food, we’ll be back in a minute.” Taking your hand firmly in his,
he pulled you out of the dance studio, following Baekhyun down the hall to a
little soundproof booth.
“What’s going on Chanyeol?” you asked as he pulled you into
the little practice room and sat you down in one of the chairs. “Is this the
“Yes, now sit there and listen,” he replied sternly, leaving
a little kiss on your nose before moving to the pair of stools on the other
side of the room where Baekhyun was already sat. He picked up his guitar and
got himself settled on the stool before nodding to Baekhyun and counting to
Lightly Chanyeol started to strum his guitar, building a
soft and slow melody that sounded beautiful. Then Baekhyun started singing
slowly, his voice soft and melodious, perfectly matched with Chanyeol’s guitar
playing. It was new, something you hadn’t heard before but instantly knew it
was written by Chanyeol. Only he could make your heart flutter with such excitement
over a song.
As soon as Chanyeol strummed the last chord of the song, you
jumped to your feet and started clapping, giving them both a standing ovation. “That
was amazing,” you exclaimed excitedly, hurrying over to give both of them a
hug. “You’ll debut soon, I know it!” you told them proudly, patting Baekhyun on
the shoulder as Chanyeol pulled you closer to his side.
“I’m glad you liked you,” Baekhyun said with a bow and a
smile. “I’ll make sure they’ve saved you some chicken,” he added, quickly
ducking out of the room and leaving you alone with your boyfriend.
He turned to face you and push the loose strands of hair
behind your ears. “Did it cheer you up?” he asked optimistically, nibbling
cutely on his bottom lip as he anticipated your answer.
“Of course,” you
scoffed with a roll of your eyes. Stretching up onto your tiptoes to look him
in the eye better, you beamed the brightest smile you had in a long time and
pushed yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You were
amazing; especially seeing how far you’ve come since you joined the agency.”
You cupped his cheek and giggled at his puppy dog expression that melted your
heart. “I’m a very proud girlfriend.”
“Ah you’re so cute,” he squealed excitedly, grabbing your
cheeks and scrunching your face up. “I know being my girlfriend isn’t as easy
as it used to be but I’m so thankful to have you by my side.”
You tried to shake out of his grip but he was much stronger,
so instead you did the exact same thing to his face, forcing his lips into a
pout. “It’ll take a lot more than you becoming rich and famous for you to get
rid of me,” you teased, brushing your lips against his for a split second
before pulling back and leaning away. “Besides I kind of like our dates at the
“Whatever gets me a kiss,” he said with a shrug, leaning
down with his lips poised in a pout.
You scowled and jumped back, managing to get out of his
grip. “Is that all I am to you? A kissing machine?”
“Of course not,” he exclaimed, dropping the pout and
slinging his arm around your shoulders, steering you out the door of the little
studio. “You also bring the chicken!”
In a flash, Chanyeol was sprinting down the corridor while
you were still reeling at his words. When he stopped halfway down the corridor
and gave you a little wave, you snapped out of your frozen state and started
It takes 25 seconds for the world to change—and here are the 25 firsts that come before
You are the space between daring and darling and he can’t seem to find where you end and where you begin because when you catch his eye for the first time, all the way down the hall, a trainee’s badge clipped to your chest, you fill in every part of him he’s ever missed.
2.5k, canon compliant light angst warning for things you forgot to say
Niall gets the phone call while he’s stood in line waiting to get through customs in Heathrow. He’s got four solid black guitar cases, a couple of mics, and his in-ear kit with him, and the line is taking absolutely ages. Usually accepting unknown phone numbers is a big no-no, but this is his work phone, and if he doesn’t talk to someone soon, he’s going to go mental and land himself on the no-fly list for sure.
“Hi,” he hears, a slow, drawling voice. Niall actually stops dead with his messenger bag slung suffocatingly across his chest and his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. “Hello?”
“Hey,” Niall answers finally. He shakes his head. “Hello, how are you?”
Harry laughs. It sounds different than it used to, Niall notices. At least he remembers the way it used to be. “We’re not doing an interview, mate, relax.” He deepens his voice and follows up with, “Though I suppose we could. How are you doing, Niall Horan? Where are you at, you globetrotting superstar?”
Niall says, “Fuck off,” mainly on instinct, and is relieved when Harry just laughs again.
Warning: This post contains spoilers for the entirety of Season 3 Radio Mode!
Procrastinating from writing this blogpost, I decided to do a bit of digging through old files to try to find the very first bit of Radio Abel I wrote (scroll to the end of this post). It’s dated to exactly three years ago (coincidentally, to my 26th birthday), and contains this apology in the margin: “a first stab, a bit too sentimental maybe, but you get a bit of a sense of the banter / tension between them”. I guess that just about sums up this post as well: “a bit too sentimental, maybe, but you get a sense of the banter: The Story of Radio Abel”.
If you’re reading this, you’ve heard the final parts of this season’s radio mode, and you’ll know that this is goodbye. After three years, I’ve decided to give Jack and Eugene the happy ending I’ve been longing to since their first transmission and let someone else take over the airwaves around Abel Township. I’m a fanboy at heart, and I could no longer resist the temptation to send them into the West. The boys and I are off the air for good.
It has been a real privilege to write these characters for the past three seasons, and to work with such an incredibly talented group of actors in bringing them to life. Amy, Felix, Nathan and Rhys are the reason that radio mode ever made you laugh, if it did, cry, god forbid, or feel anything else at all under the sun. Working with them has been a joy since the beginning and I can’t ever thank them enough for everything.
Whatever else I thought when we started working on the radio stuff, I’d never imagined how warmly it would be received, and whatever else has happened in the past three years, the community’s reaction has been a constant source of light in my life. Thanks to everyone who’s listened to our dumb radio show, whether you liked it or not, and whether you’ve told us about it or not. Without an audience, we’d be nothing other than five people in a soundproof booth talking to ourselves.
Alright, enough with the soppy stuff. As this is the last you’ll see of them, here is a list of things you probably don’t know about Jack and Eugene:
Eugene came first, and was originally on his own. This was short-lived as writing nothing but monologue was driving me crazy.
His name, embarrassingly, comes from my favourite episode of “Band of Brothers”: “Bastogne” - the main character in that episode being Eugene Roe, and the whole thing taking place in the Woods.
Once it became clear that having a solo radio host wouldn’t work, I did the laziest thing possible to make the earliest scenes into dialogue: I took all of ‘Gene’s self-corrections and interruptions and put them under a new voice: Jack Holden. Eugene’s habit for self-correction is, unfortunately, something we share in buckets.
Jack got his first name because it played nicely with “Gene”, and the “Holden” came from the only British player at that year’s World Series of Poker Main Event Final Table.
Jack’s location on day zero is just a big love-in for this song.
Eugene’s old career is pretty much just stolen right from Nathan’s life. If you haven’t seen any of his food and drink reviews, go now! Any time there’s a foodie reference in radio mode, I’ll write something as a placeholder and then wait for Nathan to give me something better during the recording.
The season two radio clip “Smiling Too” is an original song that Rhys brought in with him one day, having written it on the way to the studio and asking if he could include it in the game.
And finally, before I hand over to Naomi to explain a little bit about how season four radio’s going to work, here are some of my favourite moments from the last three years of recording. Let me know what yours are!
Amy barely being able to contain her laughter while recording “The Ablers”.
Felix dancing while he rapped during “MC Cheeseman”
Richard Bell’s amazing sound design on the first three clips of season two radio.
Rhys and Nathan doing impressions of each other in season one (this bit was entirely improvised between takes - just the boys messing around with each other).
Everyone singing “Running Down To Cuba”.
Nathan’s insanely heart-breaking delivery of the line “They never brought him home”.
Hearing all the community call-in clips and having loads of fun writing responses.
Felix’s face when I played him the clip of a fan proposing to Phil (he had no idea what was coming).
Rhys recording the “Eugene is sick” clips. We had to record this stuff at 5.30am as Rhys was heading off on a tour that day, so it was a very bleary-eyed session, which added to the atmosphere.
All the stupid sound effects in “Runner Zero”, as well as that theme tune! We spent quite a bit of time on these sections, but mostly because we couldn’t avoid corpsing. One of the best things about recording the radio content has been how consistently we struggle to get through takes without laughing.
So, that’s it from me. It’s been an absolute pleasure to bring you Radio Abel for three years. Stay safe out there — Matt Wieteska (@gamecat).
And a word from Naomi:
Well. I’ve teared up, and I’m sure you have too. When Matt first told me he wanted to stop writing Radio Abel of course I did what any good Lead Writer would do and imprisoned him in my basement, got out my lump hammer and mentioned that ‘the operation was called hobbling’. But even in the face of my uncannily accurate impression of Kathy Bates, he remained adamant. And, after some treatment in a state correctional facility, I’ve come to accept his choice.
Over the years I’ve seen enough writers try to take over other writers’ beloved characters to know that it just doesn’t work. The fans can tell. It always feels ‘off’. So Matt’s retirement means Jack and Eugene’s retirement too. The ending he’s given them is beautiful and right: it feels like where those characters were always heading, where they were always supposed to be.
It would be wrong, I think, to try to replace Jack and Eugene outright. So there will be radio mode in Season 4, but we’re going to be mixing things up, trying out some new ideas and new characters, keeping radio mode as a lighthearted counterpoint to the Oh God It’s So Dark And Why Am I Crying of our missions. I’ve got some fabulous writers lined up to write radio in Season 4, and those of you who know how much I love the salty tears of the players will be glad to know that I’m not planning to be one of them!
And a little sliver of comfort for you: though Matt created Jack and Eugene, Phil and Zoe were created by Rebecca Levene, so you might just hear a little something from them every now and then.
Jack and Eugene have been part of what’s made Zombies, Run! great, and I’m sad beyond words to see them go. But Matt Wieteska, with everything from his patient, thoughtful, clever and insightful direction to his skills at game design, to his letting us *use his bedroom* to record Season 1, has been a much bigger contributor to all the success we’ve had, and to the million+ players we’ve helped get fitter. So though I’m sad to see Jack and Eugene go, I’m so grateful that we still have Matt on our team. Thank you, Matt.
Sam cradles his paper grocery bags in one arm, fumbling with the keys
to his (and Mercedes’ and Blaine’s) apartment. He can’t wait to dump
the bag on the kitchen counter, take his newest pint of Ben &
Jerry’s to the couch, and settle down for another Facts of Life
binge. Blaine’s out on date night with Kurt, Mercedes is working at the
studio, and his next photoshoot isn’t until tomorrow afternoon; it’s a
perfect opportunity to stay up late following Mrs. Garrett and the
girls’ wholesome lesbian adventures.
He finally gets the door
open—nearly losing his beloved ice cream in the process as it tilts
dangerously towards the edge of the bag—and immediately hears the sounds
Anon: Could you do one where you’re a rising punk-rock/alternative/whatever people want to call it star and your in a combined interview with the boys and some how Niall admits to being a huge fan and liking you?
“So Y/N you’re scheduled for a quick meet and greet with your fans from 12pm to 3pm, and then we shall head straight over to the BBC Radio building for a combined interview with a surprise guest” your PA, Elise explained to you as you got ready to step outside into the world of screaming teenagers.
“May I ask who this special guest is?” you questioned, looking at her through the mirror as her straight face witched, trying to fight back a smile. “I’m afraid not Y/N, it shall remain a secret” she stated with a wink. “You’ve got to be down in 10 minutes!” she stated as she sauntered outside with a glint of amusement in her eyes.
“Urgh! I hate when you don’t tell me things Elise!” you yelled from the door, earning a quick laugh from her as you heard her heels click down the stairs.
“Hmmm.. wonder if it’s 5SOS, they do have a similar style of music as I do… we’ll I’d say I’m more punk rock than then” you said, joking to yourself as you brushed your hair.
You were a pretty famous punk rock singer, but nowhere near as famous as them, you were a huge fan of their music since day one, even before One Direction discovered them… ahh 1D, the people who inspired you to sing. Oh what you’d do to meet them!
You decided to check your twitter and you screamed at the notifications, one of them particularly standing out.
@NiallOfficial is now following you
Niall Horan just followed you on twitter.
Niall. Frickin. Horan.
“OH MY DAYS! NIALL HORAN JUST FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” you screamed out, causing Elise to run upstairs and discover the reason for all of the commotion.
She burst into the room, panting as she frantically looked around to find you jumping up and down on your bed chanting “Niall followed me on twitter” over and over again. She suppressed a laugh and shouted your name, causing you to stop.
“Right.. Y/N compose yourself please, we have to get going” she said in a tone that indicated she wanted to laugh. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s go” you said grabbing your jacket and walking out.
On the way to the meet and greet you couldn’t contain our excitement as you tweeted:
Almost instantly, you got a reply and had to refrain from jumping up and down in your seat.
It was now after the meet and greet and you were elated at the response of your fans from your debut album which was self-titled.
You laid back in your seat and huffed, completely in wonderment of what your life had become over the past year.
You closed your eyes and drifted off into dreamland…
Moments later you were awoken by a jolt and you opened your eyes to find that you were at the BBC building, you go out tiredly and walked with Elise too oblivious to notice the screaming girls that had gathered there.
You arrived at the room where the incredible Scott Mills was interviewing people that you couldn’t really see since their backs were to you and they were hidden away by a screen. You gathered there was more than one because Scott’s eyes would dart to different places, constantly laughing and pointing in different directions of the screen.
You couldn’t really hear what they were saying since the booth was soundproof but an assistant came up to you and said Scott would signal you when to come in so you fixed your hair, checked your makeup… wait a minute. You’re on radio you idiot. Why do you need to fix your makeup.
All of a sudden, Scott waved to you and motioned for you to come in, as you opened the door, oddly not making a sound as you stepped carefully to the screen and froze when you saw who it was.
What in the world…
“Y/N… Y/N!” Scott called out, breaking you from your trance as you sat down on the end seat as you put on the headphones and turned to greet the members only to notice that Niall was right next to you.
15 centimetres away from you was Niall Horan. Woah.
“So Y/N! I gather you weren’t told about this interview” Scott said as heh handed you a mic making you chuckle as you shook your head.
“My P.A, Elise didn’t even tell me till this morning” you said as humorously as possible, shooting a glare at Elise who shrugged her shoulders innocently behind the glass.
“Anyways! Before you arrived, we were talking about a certain tweet this morning eh” Scott winked as you blushed furiously, staring at your lap, the design on your top suddenly sparking a huge interest in you.
“Umm… yeah uhh thanks for that Niall. I really appreciate it” you said into your mic as if you were a shy school girl.
“No problem Y/N, I really meant it, I’m a huge fan, I just bought your album on iTunes a few days ago” he said before carrying on, shocking you with his next statement “You’re insanely beautiful- UHH TALENED, I MEAN TALENTED” Niall said, quickly changing his sentence as ‘ooohhhs’ emitted from the other boys.
The rest of the interview went smoothly, of course odd teasing here and there from Scott and the boys, but mainly album talk and what your plans were.
At one point in the interview, the boys had to pretend to ask you out using the most cheesiest chat up line they could think of, it went a little like this.
Louis started off by saying “Hey girl, do you do squats because that ass of yours is finer than mine” and of course you laughed at this, considering Louis Tomlinson had the most gorgeous and the most bodacious bum you had ever seen on a man.
Liam’s was the oldest in the book as he said “Are you tired? Because you’ve been running in my mind all day” causing all of us to groan at the most annoying chat up line ever.
Harry being the flirt he is, got up from his chair and grabbed your hand as he kissed it, Scott announcing that on the mic was going to have twitter blow up within seconds of course. “So… I’ve lost my phone number, can I have yours?” he asked as you winked at him and said “We’ll see Styles” making all of the other boys laugh.
Then Zayn came and ever since that SNL thing, he’s been focused on one phrase so… he used that “How’s your guinea pig… girl?”
“Yeah great thanks for asking” you replied, again making the boys laugh.
And finally, Niall came, your cheeks redden and you looked him in the eye as he stared into your beautiful y/e/c eyes for a good few seconds before speaking.
“Can I have a map? Because I got lost in your eyes” he said softly, making you smile at his words… even though they were for the interview, you couldn’t help but think they meant more.
After the interview was finished, everyone was relaxing and talking, you sat on the sofa scrolling through your twitter, gasping at some of the tweets you read, some positive, some negative… however there was one tweet that caught your eye.
You blushed a deep red and Niall walked up to you as he looked at your phone. “Haha… I see the comments flying in already?” he asked humorously as you nodded.
“Say.. you want to make them true?”
“What!” you looked up at Niall who had now turned a deep shade of red as he stared at the ground, our lips curling into a smile at his cuteness.
“I’d love that Niall” you said with a smile and he looked up, a twinkle in his gorgeous blue eyes
From Show Girl in Hollywood (1930). This shot reveals what an early talkie musical would have looked like while being filmed—from inside one of the enclosed, soundproof camera booths which became so sweltering at times that they were ironically called “iceboxes.”
The expression on Namjoon’s face is only relatively unamused. And the fact that Jungkook was clad in a cheap pair of sunglass he had found laying around and a washed out black hoodie with the hood pulled up didn’t really help him going unnoticed.