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edit: please remember
1. i have to read all the tags
2. ITS RANDOMLY GENERATED I AM SORRY IF YOU DONT LIKE YOUR RESULT BUT DO NOT FUCKING HARASS ME ABOUT IT
thank you
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I'll never stop admiring what Finnish language can do
Spanish: tortilla
English: tortilla
German: Tortilla
Polish: tortilla
Finnish: thanks it's a verb now :)
Spanish: what
Finnish: tortilloituttais - I'd feel like eating tortillas
I wanna add that you, also, could read that as "I'd feel like turning into a tortilla today".
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I have a very rough idea in my head that I don't think I can clearly articulate beyond "And that concludes tonight's reports on German air forc—WHAT'S THIS? IT'S KING ARTHUR WITH A STEEL CHAIR"
IDK what this is about, but I want to know more.
This isn't exactly the same idea but it could be but there is more rattling around in here so:
- The Blitz here manages to qualify as Britain's Darkest Hour, thus triggering the return of Arthur from the Realm Avalon.
- He does not speak a lick of modern English. He speaks an unholy mishmash of Brittonic and Late Classical Latin.
- (Honestly I can see the latter becoming a plot point if they manage to get their hands on a Roman Catholic priest to act as a translator. It wouldn't be a perfect arrangement, but probably better than anything else.)
- Truthfully he probably gets mistaken for a madman.
- Somehow manages to steal a Spitfire out from under the RAF's nose, proceeds to use it to bring down like half an enemy squadron on his own, then lands in a field in the middle of nowhere.
- Police and RAF converge on his location on account of the whole "stealing a plane" thing. They eventually overwhelm him with sheer numbers, but he manages to knock out an impressive number of them in the process. I mean, come on. It's Arthur.
"a catholic priest" i mean yeah sure why not but JRRTOLKIEN himself was alive and a teacher at the time so go big or go home.
You know what sure why not let's just make literal real-life JRRT himself a character in this Arthurian return story, he deserves it.
@seajr DUDE
The crossover I never knew I needed until now
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Writing absolutely filthy erotica and evading the mature content filters by rendering any and all sex-related nouns, verbs and adjectives in an untranslated constructed language.
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Ok ok look just make sure you're not drinking or eating anything while playing this one, you WILL choke
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I was wondering what the twist was going to be an I wasn’t expecting that 😂
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i'm almost certain this already exists but i couldn't not draw it when i thought of it. quick drawing bc trying to learn a whole new set of armor rn would be bad for my health
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Terrified of them. Never living it down
Reconciliation.....🕊
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Half the jobs Fox is sent on are not within his jurisdiction. This certainly isn’t.
Planetary protection unit, they said. Military police. Orbital security force.
And now Fox is being pointed at Count Dooku on some backwater planet and told to fetch. How the mighty have fallen.
He’s pretty sure Kenobi, Skywalker and their units could’ve karked this all up perfectly fine on their lonesome; they don’t need three Guardsmen there to watch them do it. But the Chancellor says jump and Fox surpressed the urge to bash his head in with a durasteel chair. So it goes.
Which is when things start going terribly, terribly wrong, of course.
“Is that Spinder?!”, Skywalker exclaims, arms wheeling out in the air wildly to try and catch his balance. “The Count fucks?!”
Across the room, Cody rips his helmet off, several shades redder than a baseline human should be. “The Count fucks my brother?!”
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almost salted the boiling water im using to sterilize my dildo
Al Dildè
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Echo’s world has gone decidedly… wobbly. Blurry. Fuzzy at the edges, and what-will-you-else. He can’t feel his fingertips, is his first thought. Kriffing overdid it on the glowing green shots, is his second.
“Holy kriff, Echo, that manhole-cover underneath you is moving!”, Fives exclaims, third. Or more like slurs into Lt. Jesse’s shoulder, who is himself moaning indistinctly into the Captain’s pauldron, who is in turn swaying back and forth gesturing at Commander Cody.
And it really is - the manhole cover, that is, once Echo stumbles off it with a shriek. Jumping up into the now open air with sudden force, steadying and then scraping across paveme-
“Are those kriffing hands?!”
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My favorite bird has got to be the short-tailed pygmy tyrant cause first of all look at it:
But second of all this lil fella is "töpökääpiötypäkkö" in Finnish and that shit is just fun to say
How is töpökääpiötypäkkö pronounced?
Explaining it would be really hard, and I'm kinda self-conscious about my voice (weird for someone who's done streaming I know), but I found this site that does text-to-speech in Finnish and it actually works:
OH GOSH ITS NAME MEANS STUMPY-DWARF-SHORTFATTY.
And typäkkö, shortfatty, is a scientific name for certain birds. (or short-plumb or short-round, however you want to express that this birb is rotund)
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Chef and Sous Chef in training
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listen I know that you love your robot boyfriend and I'm sure that he's great but his disregard for aftercare is raising some serious red flags for me
you deserve better than a guy who nuts and bolts
