Oh How Completely Adorable This Is 🤩

This is something I must look into...

Is there any French fan of Saezuru out here?

I want to adress all of you about the French version of Saezuru, transtated by mister Nicolas Pujol, who seems to really love yaoi. He loves it so much that he completely screw up the french translantion of Saezuru many time through the 3 volumes.

And I’m not talking about the way translator change little thing for making sound better in their language. I have an enormous respect for translator because it’s not an easy job at all but in this case, there IS a problem:

I’m talking about entire part of text who have been changed so it makes no sense anymore, supress texts, things that do not exist at all in the original text and so on. I don’t even understand how some part of the manga can makes sense for people who haven’t read the fan made translation in english.

EXEMPLE:

french version :

Yash : Ah you got me good.

Ryuzaki : it looks like you loved it.

see how the translator just didn’t seems to know what it’s all about?

french version:

Yash: well, shut up.

this is the worst. It’s kils a big part of Yashiro personality and it makes NO sense at all! How did he passed to What I already have is enought to Well shut up?!!!!

And there are many other exemples of the bad traslation he did in my 3 volume of saezuru. Some minor, some very big!

This might be the explanation :

There is some quote from mister Pujol that I found on his forum. http://www.ma-deesse.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=15660&p=417013

Nicolas Pujol : J'ai déjà traduit un manga sans l'avoir lu au préalable tellement ça me soûlait  .

meaning : I traslated manga without reading them before hand because I was so fed up with it XD

Nice mister Pujol, very professional too >>

I’m asking if some people could lend me the raw scans so I can contact the Taifu edition and ask that they remove Nicolas Pujol from the Saezuru project, since it’s not a nice experience for him and a bad situation for the fans.

Saezuru cost 9 euros in France, it’s 2 euro more than an average manga. It’s expensive. I have enough to pay expensive manga that I can’t enjoy because the person who translate them don’t CARE and do a shit job because he hates yaoi! I really hope to find some support with you guys because I feels kind of desesperate right now. This 3 french volumes of Saezuru that I wanted so much are an insult to customers, fan and Yoneda sensei ç_ç

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I don’t think I’m going to fully work on this plot bunny so instead of filing it and losing it, I’m going to write something here briefly..

Gabico under the cut - very lemony 🍋🍋‍🟩 iykyk

Unbeta read, un-researched, barely checked for typos. Read at your own risk/

He’s leaving the track post debrief, his arm around Egle’s waist and Noemi running in front. He tends to enjoy Sunday post-race debriefs, as usually the track is a lot quieter by the time they leave, with few to no fans asking for an autograph or a selfie. It’s late, but Noemi slept in her mother’s arms earlier and now she has a momentary peak of energy. He watches as she runs behind a bug flying just above her head. He enjoys these moments: a great race weekend, one when he reminded the observers that he had the talent and acumen to be the leader to bring Audi into F1. One in which he reminded himself why he loved this sport so much. He smiles, as Egle leaves his side and joins their daughter as her little hands try to reach the insect above a barrier; she would easily climb it if her mother didn’t stop her.

He is admiring the portrait they paint in the setting Catalan sun when his phone rings in his pocket. His wife throws him an inquisitive look: it isn’t unheard of for the team to realize that they need to verify one last detail that eluded them earlier before he would leave, recalling him back to the paddock, but it isn’t usual. She keeps an eye on him as she reaches the 4 years old. He slips his phone out, apologizing to her silently, and peeks at the display.

Gabriel.

That, however, is unusual. If the team needed him, it would be his race engineer calling him.

He accepts the call and brings the phone to his ear. “Nico.”

“I need you.”

That, also, is unusual. Gabriel plays for the cameras and the fans, but he wouldn’t not greet him, not explain.

He stops, and frowns as he looks back at the paddock behind him.

“What’s wrong?”

Gabriel’s voice is strained - in pain? - as he repeats his earlier words, offering no explanation. “I need you.”

Nico reaches up to squeeze at the bridge of his nose, wondering what could have happened since their earlier exchange during the debrief. Gabriel’s race had been good too, he had seemed elated. Could something have happened? Something with the team? Elge must have read his puzzlement: she has picked up Noemi, balancing her on her hip as she walks toward him.

“Should I go ahead?”

Nico smiles at her, thankful for her understanding. He reaches out to tug a strand behind her ear and caresses her jaw delicately, then pats their daughter’s head on her shoulder.

“I’ll get one of the driving services back.” Apologetic. He kisses Elge and presses his lips to his daughter’s forehead, then turns and walks back to the paddock as he brings back the phone to his ear. If his young teammate needs him, he’ll be there for him. He was ready for this role when Mattia told him of his choice.

“Where are you?”

There’s a muffled sound before Gabriel answers him. A moan? A whine? Has Gabriel been physically hurt? This sounds so unlikely, but so does the phone call from the start.

“Your driver’s room.”

Nico makes for the green and black building. “Stay there. Wait for me.”

A non-concomitant sound answers him before he hangs up.

—

He walks into his driver’s room to a sight he doesn’t immediately understand. Rolled in his discarded clothes and covers to what serves as bench, and bed - on the occasion, is a bundle of curls and half undone clothes.

Gabriel.

The brown eyes look up to him as he comes in.

Wide. Lost.

Glossed over.

“What the-“

He shuts the door almost on automatic. He’s not sure what is happening here, but he knows instantly he doesn’t want the team to misjudge anything: whatever Gabriel is going through, it’s better left undisplayed.

“Nico…”

He realizes at once that Gabriel is inhaling his clothes, a hand burried in his pants…

He never thought someone could crawl quite literally across a room, not an adult at least, yet that’s exactly what Gabriel does as he uncurls from the mess on the bed and across the space to him. He backs off, but rapidly he is stopped by the wall behind him. In front of him, Gabriel has reached him. Nico jerks when Gabriel starts running the flat of his hands up his legs and he becomes painfully aware that in his pants, his cock is answering him.

“Nico… I’ve been watching your on-boards from the race… you were so good.” Nico’s breath hitches as Gabriel presses his face against his crotch, rubbing his cheek against his hardening self under the material of his pants and underwear.

“Gabriel…” He wants it a warning, he’s not sure it comes that way.

Gabriel moans against him. “And during the debrief… you were so in control...”

He reaches up for his waist band, pushes the button through its eye and slides down the zipper. He watches as Gabriel’s tongue peaks out to lick at his lips. “I’ve wanted to feel the weight of your cock on my tongue the whole debrief..”

He pulls the underwear down just enough to free him.

Nico isn’t hard, not yet, but whatever Gabriel intends to do is threatening to fix that very soon. He growls. It emboldens Gabriel, who cups his balls and runs his palm along his length. He’s only got a chance to stop this.

He grabs at the curls, pulls the head back. He’s about to speak, to make him stop.

“Nico…”

His resolve stretches. “Stop it already.”

Gabriel whines, pulls against his hold as he tries to free himself, and laps at the air in front of him, eyes reduced to needy slits. “Please…”

His resolves snaps. “Aah, fuck it.”

He lets go, and immediately the boy slides the weight up the hollow of his tongue. He hisses as his head hits the back of that throat, the wet sweetness impossible to resist.

He lets himself be brought to full hardness under the boy’s ministrations. Gabriel, he finds out, is highly vocal in sex, producing sound after sound of satisfaction as he tastes him, sucks him, and runs the flat of his tongue up his length. He groans.

“Fucking stop it, they’re going to hear you.”

To which, of course, Gabriel doesn’t stop, only switches to mewlings and other soft sounds, even when Nico starts thrusting into his mouth to try to silencet him. Exasperated, he slides out and pulls Gabriel by the shirt and pushes him against the wall in his stead.

“What else do I need to do to silence you?!”

A rhetorical question. He already knows what he’s going to do the moment Gabriel’s face is pressed against the wall, the way he moans after a moment of surprise and looks back at him, the way his body moves around each inspirations, hard.

He reaches to run fingers along the narrow hip. Immediately, the back curves to thrust his hips back at him.

Nico smiles; the boy has a beautifully slim figure, and curves it so exquisitely.

“So needy.” He teases, as he slides fingers under the loose hem of Gabriel’s pants and along the cleft. His eyebrows shoot up when he finds no resistance as he slides a finger in, and even a second. “You’ve been preparing yourself?…”

He watches as Gabi shuts his eyes tightly and nods against the wall, biting down on his lip. “I need you…”

Nico presses in, putting weight on his arm across Gabriel’s upper back. He licks up Gabriel’s ear lobe, then bites down on it. “How long have you been doing this? I know I’ve been missing team shirts recently. That was you, wasn’t it?”

The boy nods, but whatever answer or explanation he was going to give dies as Nico pushes a third finger in, and turns into a moan. Satisfied, he licks the bruised lobe before pushing off. “Push your pants down,” he says, before spitting into his hands and coating himself as much as he can.

This, Nico hasn’t done in more years than he can count. Indulging in moments like these, post-racing, holding tightly onto such narrow hips and a pliable body asking for him, he stopped feeling that urge a while ago and just put it on the back of aging into another period of his life. And yet, as he digs fingers into Gabriel’s hips, he feels the lure coming back.

He’s revelling in the feeling when he realizes at once that Gabriel is moaning at each of his thrusts. People might be packing on the other side, he still doesn’t want to risk anyone hearing them. He considers pushing fingers into that eager mouth, but realizes fast enough that it doesn’t stop the boy, so instead, he covers his mouth.

“You’re so loud..”

His palm is well over Gabriel’s mouth, clamped to keep any sound from leaving his mouth, when he realizes Gabi is licking his palm under it. He usually wouldn’t like the feeling, but the expression of blissful abandon on Gabriel’s features is so complete that he lets him go on, until of course, he starts liking the depravity of it all. Gabriel just wants to taste him that much, huh?

He leans in, presses his forehead on the side of Gabriel’s head..

“Gabriela..” he sighs. He’s teased him with that name before, but it was in jest. At this very moment, it’s something else, something deeper. Something like the utter realization that this lanky body is miles different from any others before. And around him, the other tightens, his hips just curving back at yet another better angle as they seek him, hungrily.

So he likes it…

“Sheisse… you got me good..”

He comes just a few thrusts later. The other too.

He stumbles back against the other wall as he reaches for a tissue and lazily cleans himself, before bringing his pants back up. Gabriel slides to the floor, spent, exhausted, pants barely pulled back up to cover his hips, out of breath.

Nico runs a hand through his hair, looking at him. He looks at the stain on the wall, the one he has to remember to clean before he leaves. His chest heaves still. He’s drained.

“Fuck.”

Gabriel trembles on the floor.

Wait.. if Nico was a teen, Max was probably a preteen.

Anyhow, max is such an old soul at heart

this friendship 💚

New Saezuru Illustration poster from PASH anime magazine September issue!

Today

Why am I completely mesmerized

British GP '24 // Post FP2

"It's been a tricky day, but we've learnt a lot. Now, it's gonna be all about analyzing the data of both cars, and take the best decision for tomorrow... [The car is] not particularly fast, unfortunately, but...we are on it."

The normalization of fandom has really destabilized me. Normalize being in a fandom, but don’t normalize fandom culture. Or should I say, don’t trivialize it. Stop bringing it to the forefront. I don’t need it going back to the people I’m shipping. Fandom should remain a fringe movement in fringe parts of the internet, and not go mainstream

We need to gatekeep fandom.

Fandoms are made by and for weird nerds.

Fandoms are suposed to be weird, fandoms are suposed to be cringe, fandoms are suposed to be horny.

Fandoms are inherently proship, as in, "ship and let ship" always was basic fandom etiquette before the normie invasion.

Fandoms aren't suposed to follow canon, fandoms aren't suposed to be pure, clean, sanitized or marketable.

Fandoms are for self-shippers, bad cosplayers, rule 34, bad fanart, strange headcanons, crackships, darkships, edgy fanart, bad fandubs, bad ocs, AMVs, rps, askblogs, confession blogs, cringy memes, random gore, fucked up re-imaginings and most importantly fandoms are about FUN

I think we were a little too kind letting the normies in while they were bored out of their mind during quarantine, because now fandoms are being destroyed by puritans who don't understand what fandoms are to their core.

This is not for you.

Transformers: The Last Bay Movie

(This is my rough draft, correct me please if you see mistake. College essay here).

  On June, 20, 2017, Michael Bay had the privilege of directing and releasing to the world the fifth installment of the Transformers’ live-action franchise films, or what fans refer to as the “Bay-Verse”. Much to the Transformers-community’s, the viewers’, Hasbro’s, and all the companies associated with Transformers: The Last Knight disappointment, the movie was an utter catastrophe that should have stayed a thought with only its fantastic execution of visual detail and sound saving it, receiving a 15% from Rotten Tomatoes instead of a well-deserved 0%. Although there are (few) people that may argue that the film was enjoyable, there are many aspects of the film that led to its failure and dislike, particularly two aspects: the lack of a plot and the lack of accuracy of the Transformers’ (or better referred to as Cybertronians’) Universe.

  To summarize the plot, Quintessa (a Cybertronian deity and queen) who is attempting to save a dying Cybertron (which was supposedly lifeless by the first movie and is the reason why cybertronians are trying to find sanctuary on earth) by sucking the life out of the earth. A great portion of the film dumbfounded viewers because it jumped from character to character with constant plot and scene changes that were meaningless, and one moment in particular bothers fans the most. It is very unclear if Megatron simply damaged Bumblebee’s voice box or ripped it out entirely in the Bayverse, but the latter is implied. In the previous films, Bumblebee seems to be able to choke a few words once in a while. However, right when Nemesis Prime (evil Optimus Prime) is about to strike the final blow during their fight, Bumblebee speaks in his normal voice out of the blue, saying “I-I’m Bumblebee! You’re oldest friend”. Suddenly Optimus Prime breaks free of his seemingly unbreakable spell. Earlier, Bumblebee had been attempting to find a replacement part for his missing organ, so how did he get his voice back? Did Optimus punch his throat so hard that it began to function? Again, one of many parts of the film that made no sense. One very common comment I received of the film was, “I didn’t understand it at all because I didn’t know what was going on.” There are plenty more essential characters involved in this movie, and even though there is much more left to say in summary, the point is clear: there is no plot, and if there was supposed to be, it did not work.

The sole purpose of the creation of these films began, not only to modernize old ideas for profit, but to bring to life a childhood fantasy to feed the inner fan. In the Transformers’ universe, many continuities create unique backstories for Optimus Prime, the AllSpark, Megatron, and the war to name a few. However, the most memorable series and films have great plots as well as a general accuracy of the Transformers’ history, characters, vocabulary, and biology founded by past series and films. TLK as well as the other Bayverse films were intentionally created to reflect the first generation series, The Transformers, the father of the entire Transformers-Universe, as their base. Yet Hound, a robot, has a dad? Humans are the main protagonists of Transformers? The film even implies the Dinobots procreating offspring, which many ask, how? Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots, is now a knight? With the exception of Transformers: Animated and other continuities, a Prime is the highest rank distinction and can be used as an identification for Autobot leaders; a Prime is a combination of a military, political, and even partially a “religious” leader (with some American WW2 leanings), earning great respect from society since only certain are chosen to become a Prime by the higher ranking, wiser characters (usually Primus, the Cybertronian god of goodness and creator of Cybertronians). Optimus Prime universally symbolizes a leader, a father, and a friend in times great distress. By revealing his origins as the human equivalent to a knight, TLK completely transforms Optimus Prime’s identity. Optimus Prime takes on an entire new design featuring metallic abs, tassets, a medieval sword, and gauntlets. The humble Autobot is portrayed (in a sound state) as a bloodthirsty killing machine, horrifically ripping, stabbing, and threatening all creatures in his way. Yes, Optimus Prime is mind controlled throughout most of the movie, but when I watch Optimus Prime as a sane Autobot, I shiver. He is a completely different person; Optimus Prime is not a knight in shining armor.

  There are many aspects that could be discussed further such as the film’s general inappropriateness, lack of character development, the less than two-minute fight scene between Optimus and Bumblebee, the length, the lack of balance between humans and Cybertronians, the money lost in the making of the film, and the horrific legacy it left for future Transformers continuities which will most likely end in the death of the universe as a whole. On the bright side, there were wonderful voice actors, including Optimus Prime’s original voice actor Peter Cullen, the 4K quality of the film, and the soundtrack was beautiful and exemplary, aspects of the film that were especially outstanding. However, not even Peter Cullen’s great voice acting could keep the film from Michael Bay ruining the sanctity of many people’s childhood. Transformers: The Last Knight deserves to be known as number six of the 2017’s worst films according to Rotten Tomatoes.