Person

ya empezaron con "memes that transcend languages" cuando son palabras obvias

anglofonos cuando reconocen cognados:

classic hits

That sinking feeling when you're ten chapters deep in a 300 000-word fanfic and you realise that this is just going to be like three 100 000-word fight scenes, isn't it?

How the hell do you waste a hundred thousand words on a single fight scene

Typecasting myself as the stoic one in the hope that nobody will realise the real reason I don't do cool poses is because the design of my badass cloak is so badly thought out that I can't actually raise my arms.

Exhorting my companions to avert their gaze for their own safety's sake whilst I perform my terrible incantations so they don't see the bit in the middle where I have to wave my hands at shoulder level and the collar of my mantle ends up somewhere around my eyebrows.

Buying one of those "dogs shitting" novelty wall calendars as a gag gift for your boss without looking through first cause you dont like calendar spoilers, and he unwraps it and pages through it and you see his smile fade and his face journeys from perplexed to legit disgusted, atmosphere in the room loses any and all joviality, the people peeking over his shoulder retch, you finally look too only to see that like, every picture for every month is of a dog, like the same dog, clearly in distress each time, just fucking blasting ridiculous amounts of shit out its ass, sometimes throwing up an equal quantity and force at the same time, and like 3/4ths of the pictures are indoors, seemingly a different house each time or at least different rooms, sometimes what appears to be a veternarians office, all taken with a real life trained photographers camera- I'm talking rule of thirds framing, proper lighting, dynamic and interesting angles, 4K image quality- like, you can see every matted hair, every chunk in each puddle, lovingly edited in post and rendered, people are screaming, pages turn, every month the dog gets noticeably more ill and decrepit, by the time he flips to december its completely fucking skeletal and shitting with the same efficacy yet still, boss doesnt even rememberr who the fuck gave it to him, he's mad as hell, he starts swinging, . bodies are piling up, someone pulled the fire alarm,

Buying one of those "dogs shitting" novelty wall calendars as a gag gift for your boss without looking through first cause you dont like calendar spoilers, and he unwraps it and pages through it and you see his smile fade and his face journeys from perplexed to legit disgusted, atmosphere in the room loses any and all joviality, the people peeking over his shoulder retch, you finally look too only to see that like, every picture for every month is of a dog, like the same dog, clearly in distress each time, just fucking blasting ridiculous amounts of shit out its ass, sometimes throwing up an equal quantity and force at the same time, and like 3/4ths of the pictures are indoors, seemingly a different house each time or at least different rooms, sometimes what appears to be a veternarians office, all taken with a real life trained photographers camera- I'm talking rule of thirds framing, proper lighting, dynamic and interesting angles, 4K image quality- like, you can see every matted hair, every chunk in each puddle, lovingly edited in post and rendered, people are screaming, pages turn, every month the dog gets noticeably more ill and decrepit, by the time he flips to december its completely fucking skeletal and shitting with the same efficacy yet still, boss doesnt even rememberr who the fuck gave it to him, he's mad as hell, he starts swinging, . bodies are piling up, someone pulled the fire alarm,