Help, help, help...

[tabaqui]

pretty please??!

I'm trying to update 'Little Runaway' and i need some Spanish words. In case no one has noticed, online dictionaries SUCK.

So please please, if you actually speak and can WRITE Spanish - and this is set in Veracruz, Mexico, if that makes any difference.

I need the 'name' 'The Seventh Seal' translated, and by 'seal' i mean like the ones in the bible that the angels were supposed to break to bring about the end of the world.

K.
That is all.
Please please.
I'll do whatever it takes to get someone to help me out. Name it!
:)

Comments

[crazydiamondsue.livejournal.com]

This is from elcazavampiros: el séptimo sello (you know a Spanish professor would have La Santa Biblia laying around the house, right?)

[tabaqui]

Whooo!
THank you thank you thank you!!!

Oooh, pressie owed.
:)
NOw, you think, at some point in the future, like when it's all done, I could get said Spanish Prof to look over the minimal Spanish that is spoken in 'changes' and fix it?
Ohhh, must find a good bribe!!

[nwhepcat.livejournal.com]

At my old job there was the Mormon ex-missionary for questions like those. In fact, when I asked a Latina coworker a question for a fic once, she said, "Doug would probably give you a better answer, I'm rusty."

[tabaqui]

Oooh. That's funny. And weird.
Heh.

Wow, you're all in a new state!! So cool. I am living vicariously through you right now 'cause i wanna move. :)

[crazydiamondsue.livejournal.com]

I'm sure he would! adis723 would be good for the slang stuff, tho (you're talking about Derio, right?) because she's more fluent with the casual stuff. I, as the pimp of these Spanish hos, would be glad to accept a drabble (say of, I don't know, Spander?) in trade. *g*

[tabaqui]

Whoot! K. I'll remember that!
:)
Hrmmmmm...drabble, eh?
K...K...
any preferences? smutty? a REAL drabble, of 100 words only, or just some random amount of words?
:)

[crazydiamondsue.livejournal.com]

No preferences, I trust you. Smutty's always good. I said drabble to make it easier on you, but if you go in excess of 100 words, I certainly won't word count and complain...*whistles*

[tabaqui]

Hrmmmmm...k....
Let's take a little scene that might have happened from 'Changes'...
:)

The dry, rushing roar of the waves came in softly through the window, and Spike breathed in deeply, tasting sea-salt and dry summer grass in the back of his throat. He pushed his face into the pillow beside him and breathed in Xander's scent - musky and sweet, as heady as moonshine. It went straight to his cock. He saw Xander's robe draped over the headboard, the tie dangling down. Grinning, he slipped it out of the loops and tied one end around the bed-post. Then he made a loop in the other, and dug around on the cluttered night-table for the phone. The clock said 4:25 - Xande worked 'til five-thirty or six, most days. He hit memory two and waited, and a moment later Xander answered, sounding a little breathless.
"Harris."
"Hello, love."
"Spike? Hey! Ummmm...no, the four-inch, Carl. What's up?"
"Just woke up. Was thinking about you...what're you wearing, Xan-derr?" There was a soft chuckle from the other end.
"A lot of sweat and sawdust."
"Mmmmm...Ask me what I'm wearing..." Another chuckle, this one low and a little expectant.
"Boots and duster and nothing else?"
Spike snorted. "Not in bed, pet... But that could be arranged some other time. No, i'm lyin' on the bed...and i've been thinking about you...." Spike dropped his free hand to his cock, which was already hard. Anticipating.
"An' I've got the belt off your robe, and it's tied to the bed-post..." There was a small intake of breath on the other line, and Spike smirked to himself. "And there's a slipknot in the other end... And when i hang up the phone, Xander...I'm gonna put it around my wrists, and make it tight...and then i'm gonna lay here, hard and ready and...wanting..." Spike dropped his voice down low, rumbling purr. "Just waiting for you to get home. Can't touch myself, can't get off, can't do anything but think about you, and what you'll do to me when you get home..." There was a long silence and then a harsh inhalation.
"Spike....fuck... You bastard."
"Hurry home, love," Spike whispered, and he clicked off the phone - tossed it aside. He slipped the looped material around his wrists and let the knot slide tight - felt the sharp bolt of arousal go through him. The slight pull in his shoulders and ribs was delicious and he arched up into the air and sighed softly. The wait - would make it twice as sweet. *But not as sweet as my boy*


There. I have some deadly illness, and it's LATE, so i hope that's all right for you.
Thanks again, bay-bee!!

[irishabastard.livejournal.com]

For future reference, Chupar is "to suck" You know, just in case.

[crazydiamondsue.livejournal.com]

"Boots and duster and nothing else?"
Spike snorted. "Not in bed, pet... But that could be arranged some other time. No, i'm lyin' on the bed...and i've been thinking about you...." Spike dropped his free hand to his cock, which was already hard. Anticipating.
"An' I've got the belt off your robe, and it's tied to the bed-post..." There was a small intake of breath on the other line, and Spike smirked to himself. "And there's a slipknot in the other end... And when i hang up the phone, Xander...I'm gonna put it around my wrists, and make it tight...and then i'm gonna lay here, hard and ready and...wanting..."

Ooooo....yeah....damn that was good. That image of Spike taking the belt off the robe and tying to the...yeah. *huge giddy sigh* Loved this! *pets your illness*
::smooch - but mouth closed to avoid picking up said illness::

[tabaqui]

Hee.
Thanks!
And...maybe you'd better not kiss at all. I am...toxic.
Blah.

[tabaqui]

Heee.
Thank you.
:)