Hinata: Lvl - Primary school boy with the randoseru backpack Miya Osamu: Lvl - Corporate Commercial Affairs Salaryman … ( Miya Osamu - Inarizaki Ltd - Commercial affairs is what it says on his name card btw )
there are so many important messages that suga is trying to convey to his listeners through his mixtape and im sure that if you’ve read the lyric translations, you definitely know what i mean. i am seriously blown away that we’ve been fans of bts for what, 3 years now? for 3 years, ARMYs have easily labelled yoongi as ‘lazy’, given him that ‘idagf’ image, and yet, we were oblivious to so many of his hardships. we’ve always known that he’s hardworking, more quiet than the other members, and more reflective, but this mixtape honestly blew me away because yoongi’s gone through so much in his idol career and we had no idea.
first off, he touches on a sensitive topic that idols don’t speak openly about: mental health. he raps about seeing a psychiatrist, battling with depression, self-hate, experiencing social phobia since age 18, putting on a front, and loneliness. His entire song “The Last” really touches on this:
a word said like habit, oh, I don’t give a shit, I don’t give a fuck those words are all words I use to hide my weak self that time I want to erase, that’s right, the memories I want to erase of that day I had that concert I was afraid of people, so I hid in the bathroom and stared at myself
and in “So Far Away”:
I’m in so much pain and lonliness but people around me keeping telling me to regain my consciousness I try to vent my anger but I only got myself so what’s the point of venting my anger I’m scared to open my eyes everyday and start breathing
these lyrics from ‘At Dawn’ also illustrate this:
I pretend I’m not lonely, I pretend I’m not suffering I pretend I’m okay for no reason, meaninglessly I pretend to be strong don’t come over the wall I’ve put up in front of myself don’t throw me off this island in this wide sea
he also talks about his struggles during his trainee days and i dont think he’s ever talked in depth about this period of his life. this mixtape gives us some insight about him moving to seoul, getting a part time job to afford the cost of living in the city, going to school dead tired after work, and still training with big hit to live out his dreams
was I needy for success? No just needy for money it’d been a long time since I forgot the words ‘in style’ I practiced at night and went to my part time job at dawn then even if I dragged that tired body to school I just slept I became 20 that way, the sight of the graduation room was suspicious
and the fact that he admits he puts up a front:
I hide the self that’s behind my defensive posture I hide myself completely like I’ve become a criminal, always I can’t even take one step outside the dorm that’s like a prison
all of these are reasons im so moved. because it really highlights how idols only show one side of themselves to the camera, and fans can never really know them fully. we only know the version of bts’ min yoongi that he wants to show us through shows and broadcasts.
behind every idol rapper who succeeds there’s a weak self standing, it’s a little dangerous I fall sometimes again into depression and compulsion hell no, anyway I don’t even know if that’s the real me
but through his music? through his mixtape, he’s trying to show us another side of him, and i’m so thankful that he’s opened up to his worldwide audience. this takes courage. talking openly about your hardships and your weaknesses to people who look up to you, that takes some damn courage. so thank you, yoongi, for opening up to your fans.
Hey do you reckon if Bastion comes along with Torby to rejoin the main Overwatch squad, everyone will eventually be able to translate what he’s trying to say?
Ala “I am Groot”.
I’m just imagining Soldier 76 sitting with Bastion as Bastion beeps and boops away and Jack just going “yeah no I agree the social-economic situation in London is a complex issue but your reasoning needs to take in the various historical factors to arrive at a mutually beneficial solution for all sides”
*Not pictured* Reaper in the background going “???”
I don’t know if I am the only one who was made curious by this scene but I definitely had to figure out his story! And, well, I remembered the little papers with their histories and look who just happened to be on top! Hope you enjoy his not-so-threatening history XD Sorry if I didn’t make it all pretty/couldn’t get those last few words! Really I was just trying to get his paper ready <3
Mineralogist and Excavation Expert
Birthplace: Paris, France
Parents: Christof and Gabrielle Moliere
Extensive knowledge of (hidden words and letters) in the new science of tectonics. Advis- (hidden words and letters) National du France, Ottoman Mining, Aust- (hidden words and letters) American Coal and Lumber. Has developed (hidden words and letters) independent mining and excavation (hidden words and letters) related equipment. Holds patents on 59. Acute senses, particularly taste and smell, enable Moliere to correctly identify any type of mineral or soil without benefit or aid of any scientific apparatus 98.75% of the time.
Gaetan Moliere was born to a middle class working family, the youngest of 4 brothers. Both his parents were teachers; Christof Moliere teaches University courses at the Serbanne, and Gabrielle Moliere is a retired music teacher. Gaetan displayed an early interest in subterranean pursuits at the early age of 7 when he began exploring the vast sewer networks that lie underneath old Paris. By the age of 13, Moliere had developed a specialized type of goggles and headgear to wear while exploring caves in surrounding countryside, as the sewers and catacombs held no further challenge or mysteries for him. He entered Serbanne at age 17, but left soon after when given the opportunity to act as a special technical adviser to a local mining company. Soon thereafter, Moliere developed what could be termed his “specialty” of the ability to “taste” and identify various soils (hidden words and letters and that’s it).
HOPE THIS SATISFIED SOME OF YOUR BURNING CURIOSITY!!! I know it did for me ^^
Next, with the too-much-time on my hands, I shall translate the Shepherd’s book into English! Maybe the writers put something interesting in there for us :)
Terribly sorry I haven’t written something for you guys in a while! Unfortunately, I hit a stump in my life and my motivation to write was a bit…off. But I hope you enjoy this!
Please let me know if there are any grammatical errors so I can fix them and make the story more immersive. I also welcome feeback, opinions, and ideas, so please feel free to message me, send an ask, or send a suggestion! Thank you!
(Also, after a few questions, Iuop is not a gem from any TV shows! They are their own species! But I would like to leave their appearance to your imagination!)
(By the way, their name is pronouced ee-oh-p.)
• In all of their years of serving their Perud, their beloved ruler, they would never have thought themselves to be the ambassador, nor to be living on a death-planet with humans. •
The smaller infant male was tugging on Iuop’s hand as soon as they entered the house. It - or, as the humans preferred, “he” - seemed to completely ignore the warning Iuop had given his family (which was to not touch their surface), as well as the report they had written to their superior that they just barely grabbed before it could fall to the ground.
Iuop would have glared if it wasn’t so much of a human thing to do.
• Humans were disgusting, hideous creatures, that would surely become extinct in a few decades. It was absolutely amazing they had any form of advanced science and civilization at all. •
“I have told you not to touch my surface.” Iuop pulled their hand away, in a less rude way so as not to ‘harm’ the human. “What is it you want?”
“We’ve been waiting for you!” He shouted in his small infant voice. Iuop never quite understood why humans could never choose a volume and tone and keep it. “Come on! I wanna blow out my candles.”
In the most dense manner Iuop had ever witnessed, the human replaced it’s small, greasy hand upon their index and ring finger and began dragging them into the room where they ate.
“Waiting? What time-wasting activity do you people want me to-”
Iuop went silent.
• The only good things that came out of humans - well, no one would admit it, but… •
“Ah! There they are!” The adult male, the smaller’s producer, exclaimed in relief.
The room was decorated in colorful papers, some tied together spelling - ah, what was that word? Iuop’s English wasn’t amazing; perhaps ‘happy’ - ‘Happy Boothday’. Attached to the chair the child quickly sat in were two floating circular fabrics. Iuop wondered if the objects floated like the sky machines did.
“What…is this?” Iuop asked slowly, for fear of another daft human answer. They glared into the adult male’s eyes.
He raised one strip of hair above his eye higher than the other - a sign that Iuop couldn’t quite dechiper yet. “It’s a birthday party, of course.” Then, in a lower and heavier tone that startled Iuop, “You…know what a birthday is, don’t you?”
“Ah! I’ve got it! I’ve got it!” The adult female - the child’s other producer, why does it need two? - interrupted Iuop’s reply and dashed into the room, with quivering arms as she carried a large…rectangle. It was covered in a red pattern around the edge, with an image of the child and his animal companion in the center. Atop the image were the words Iuop kept seeing - ‘Happy Boo-’…erm, wait - 'Happy Birthday’.
“Honey, please, you’ll drop the cake.” The adult male chuckled, stepping forward to help the female lower the shape onto the flat wooden surface. The two set it in front of the child, whose eyes sparkled like a freshly cut diamond. He spread his mouth to display his small bones - a motion that, yet again, Iuop did not understand.
'Cake? Birthday?’ Iuop knew that humans were ridiculously confusing, but they’d handled it well thus far. Now they were feeling quite lost.
“Everyone! Cake time!” The female called into the house. Iuop listened in curiousity and fear as voices appeared and footsteps echoed. Suddenly, the small room was filling up with other humans. Iuop had to retreat into the corner to avoid being touched.
Then, the chatter of over a dozen humans was continued- although quieter - as the light in the room clicked off, and after a few intimidating moments, small specks of fire came to life on the rectangle. They illuminated the child’s face, as well as the human faces nearby. The red-orange glow shined weakly on Iuop’s pink surface, turning it a deep shade of orange.
They gazed at their surface in wonder; what a sight! They would have never suspected that light could dye!
“Quite home-y, isn’t it?” Iuop looked up and found themselves next to the adult male of the house. “Fire light is one of the wonders of the world in my opinion.”
“Fire light…you light your objects on fire?” Iuop’s voice was smaller than they wanted it to be.
“Well, yes.” The male watched the child shift in his seat. “Tell me, Iuop, you don’t know what a birthday is, do you?”
“I do not…”
“It’s when we celebrate the day we were born. Not just when humanity was made, no, we don’t know that. The day we as individuals were brought to life.” The tips of his mouth rose slightly, making him look calm and peaceful. “We use these days to signify how long we’ve been alive. They are also tradition, and we give the person gifts and trinkets to celebrate.”
“You…You…celebrate the years you haven’t died in?” Iuop asked in horror. “That’s the most depressing thing I’ve heard about humans.”
The male blinked. Then he laughed - a sound indicating joy. “I guess when you put it like that, it is kind of weird, huh? But that’s not the main reason. I believe the biggest reason for birthdays is to celebrate our own humanity.
“I mean, what’s truly special or important or symbolic about the day you came to life? Perhaps it’s important to yourself, but to others? No one should care. But we do. We congratulate each other on another year of growing, learning, and changing. No one is really the exact same person two years in a row. We all change in some way, and really the ability to adapt and grow is another factor of what makes us all human. So yeah, we like to celebrate another year of being human.”
Iuop couldn’t think of a reply. Their whole perspective had suddenly and irreversibly changed - they wanted to say the room was spinning, but it was instead completely still. They watched in silence as the whole room began giggling and chanting:
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Teddie, happy birthday to you!”
All of the humans started clapping and cheering as the child - Teddie - puffed out a gust of air that doused the fires. There was more happy talking until one of the older children shouted, “What’d ya wish for Teddie?!”
Teddie giggled. “I wished that we could all be together forever!”
Everyone made an expressive noise and murmured, “How cute…” or “Such a sweetheart…” After that, they all collectively turned towards the meal-preparing room, laughing and chatting once again.
Iuop glanced towards the male next to him only to find him following the group. “Wait!” They shouted.
The male turned. “Yes Iuop? What can I do for you?”
“I…” Iuop clenched their hand, then unclenched it. “Would you remind me of your name?”
His eyes twinkled. “It’s Dr. Elliot Allen. But you may call me Elliot, or Eli if you prefer, I don’t mind. My wife’s name is Isla, and our son’s is Teddie. Do you want to meet everyone else in the distant family? They’ve all been talking about you and have wanted to say something, but we asked them not to talk with you for your sake. We can remove that rule if you’d like.”
Iuop took a deep breath, then, with a quick look into the room containing the smiling humans, they found themselves mimicing the male - Elliot’s mouth motion. Somehow it made them happy.
“Yes. I’d be delighted.”
Dr. Elliot repeated the happy motion. “Then follow me.”
The two walked down the hallway for a second in silence until, just before they entered the room, Dr. Elliot asked, “Iuop, may I ask you a personal question?”
“What exactly are you made of? I mean, it’s a gem of course, but what kind? Do you know?”
“Oh…I’m made of…ah, in English, I think it’s called 'kunzite’. The people from my sector are all made of pink gems. My generation was all kunzite gems.”
“Yes, all of my species is sorted into different sectors on our planet based on what color they are. I am from Sector…oh. Actually, the name doesn’t translate into English at all.”
“Does your planet have a form of leadership? Are certain sectors favored over others?”
“Well, each sector has its best qualites and its worst. My sector is best in…”
For the rest of the evening, though they wanted to meet the other humans, Dr. Elliot and Iuop discussed their planets. And it was some of the most best conversation Iuop had ever been in - completely worth the scolding from their superior after not turning in their report. But it was alright; they had some changes in the opinion of humans to make anyway…
• The best thing to come out of humanity is definitely their capability to share the traits and spirit of being 'human’. It’s what has made them some of the best allies for emotional planets, and it’s what has made them one of the best planets so far discovered. •