*hootin and hollerin

imagine when steve and bucky were little they would wander the neighborhood and city looking for ways to entertain themselves, maybe even playin hooky from school sometimes, goofing off and messing with each other, running around playing tag til they (steve) cant breathe just like kids should. imagine they find a nice isolated spot near some train tracks and play on rails, playing hopscotch and jumping back and forth until they hear and feel the tracks rattling beneath them, jumping away and climbing up the slope to watch it go by.

then imagine them walking along the tracks and finding a split with an abandoned train car on it, empty except for old hay and some dusty boxes on the ground beside it they cant even TRY to pry open. the car is pretty high off the ground, of course, and bucky uses the boxes as a step stool, but steve is small and frail enough he can barely stop sneezing long enough to TRY and hoist himself up until bucky reaches for him and grunts, pulling him up with a “come on, ya runt,” and them sitting on the edge kicking their feet after playing some more, just talking.

they spend time there whenever they dont wanna hang around the other neighborhood kids and just wanna forget how hungry they are for a while – until they save up enough pennies they found on the ground to get a small bag of sweets that they can barely even eat because theyre so sweet compared to the bland, boiled cabbage thats the usual dinner – or they can convince the neighborhood baker to give them the rougher cookies from todays batch or the leftovers, which are still the best things they ever TASTED, by golly!

the two of them making up wild and dramatic stories fir each other, and steve gets so into it he almost falls out, which leaves bucky a hootin and a hollerin mess, until steve gives him a weak shove and hes gotta say, “aw, stevie, you know id catch you if you were really fallin.”

steve promises hed do the same.

until years later when they find themselves on a mission atop a huge snowy mountain, traveling by train as they fight the enemies, just like old times, except its not pretend anymore.

and bucky falls.

and steve cant catch him.

August Advice - Fast-Talkers, Shrinking Violets and Deadpan Snarkers

When was the last time you stood in a grocery store and just listened to everything around you? Depending on where you are, you probably heard all sorts of different things. Especially if you’re in a city, you’ll likely hear all sorts of different accents. You’ll hear mothers tell off their children, you’ll hear friends laughing with each other, you’ll hear one cashier make some snarky comment. You’ll certainly hear your share of Valley Girl impersonations.

And yet, when you crack open a book, chances are all the characters will speak in the same way. Dialogue and speech patterns are some of the hardest things to duplicate in literature. Part of that is because of the lack of actual sound - you can say that somebody has a Russian accent all you want, but your readers can’t hear it. For the same reason, writers duplicate what they’re used to reading - not what they’re used to hearing. For example, if you’re reading a story by an American that uses a lot of weird little British terms, chances are they’ve been reading mostly British fiction.

The main goal for dialogue isn’t to have all your characters be witty, or have them all be shy, or have them all be anything. Your characters’ speech patterns should be as diverse as your characters themselves. With that in mind, here’s some tips and tricks to help change up your character’s speech patterns.

1. Catchphrases and Verbal Tics

Ever notice that one phrase or that one word your friend won’t stop using? For a long time, I couldn’t stop saying “S'all good.” It wasn’t even “It’s all good.” That doesn’t reflect the reality. It was “S'all good.” A friend of mine used “Fair enough” so often that my mum actually tried to get her to replace it with “That would be lovely, thank you.”

These are great ways to characterize people in books and stories, too. Many of these verbal tics are also connected to locality and accent, so they can give a real sense of place. Ending sentences with “eh” is (stereotypically but also real) Canadian; ending them with “yeah?” can be Canadian or British. Even within Britain, Ron’s “bloody hell” and Hermione’s “Honestly!” invoke complete differently accents.

But be careful! While a few well-placed tics can be good, overdoing them can make your dialogue horrible and clunky. Also, don’t have characters share tics unless they’re meant to share a locale, place of origin or something else important. Otherwise the main purpose of tics - to easily identify a character even when not tagged - is lost.

2. Types of Words and Sentences

Building off of the first tip, Ron and Hermione from Harry Potter not only have different verbal tics - they speak completely differently. Hermione, as a precocious bookworm, uses a lot of bigger words and more complex sentences in the first novel than either Harry or Ron. In contrast, Ron is very blunt and to the point. Hermione will preface something with “I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before! I had this checked out for light reading, and guess what I found…” and Ron will just go, “Hey, check this out.”

Take note - Hermione isn’t using 7-syllable words. She’s just talking more, and using different structures. Some people will use more complex words, especially if you’re writing scientists or academics. And it’s just as revealing to character when somebody doesn’t understand that jargon. Cosima and Sarah in Orphan Black are great examples of this, when Cosima starts talking sciencey and Sarah’s just like ‘wot?’.

The trick with this kind of differentiation is to make sure that it doesn’t just make other characters come across as stupid. Harry and Ron aren’t stupid compared to Hermione - their skills are just in completely different things. So while their diction and vocabulary will be worlds apart from hers (and theirs from each other, especially when taking wizarding vs. muggle jargon into account), it shouldn’t come across as 'caveman meets astronaut’.

3. Accents

My general advice with written accents is not to bother. Sometimes it works out, but more often than not, the result is racist, classist and/or annoying to read. However, sometimes dialect - the specific words and slang, rather than the accent itself - is important to include. And other times, there’s a specific voice you want to evoke.

The easiest way to do this, especially for those who don’t know accents/dialects very well, is simply to describe it.

“This is so disappointing!” she cried in a thick Yorkshire brogue, holding the shoe aloft.

This can be kind of boring though. Apostrophes, like italics, can be used to give the reader an idea of the cadence of somebody’s voice.

“This is so disappointin’!” she cried in a thick Yorkshire brogue, holding the shoe aloft.

What you want to avoid is something like this:

“This es so des-app-oint-n’!” she cried in a thick Yorkshire brogue, holding the shoe aloft.

It’s hard to read and doesn’t add anything particularly special to our understanding of what this woman (for the curious, Minister Mason from Snowpiercer) sounds like. (NB: I know JK Rowling did it for Hagrid. I still find it distasteful.) Dialect, however, means using the words and not necessarily using phonetic spelling. For example, a Yorkshire girl in your story, especially one from a few decades, ago, might use 'nowt’ for nothing, 'nay’ for no and 'thou/thee’ instead of 'you’. In contrast, someone from the American South may talk about having 'barbecue’ (instead of the act of barbecuing something), say 'y'all’ and talk about people 'a-hootin’ and a-hollerin’’. These are really recognizable ways to give your character an accent without spelling it out on the page.

4. Humour

This is a drastically overlooked facet of character development, and has more to do with speech patterns than most people think. What kind of sense of humour does one character have as opposed to another? One person might attempt to tell jokes and fail at it (think Marlin from Finding Nemo), another might insert bad puns into everything, another might just make weird, zany connections, another might be a deadpan snarker who pokes fun at everything. All of these are written in completely opposite ways. Compare:

“H-hey guys, you know what’s black and white and red all over?….Me neither, I forgot. Never mind.”

“Pirates versus ninjas. How very original.”

“Look! Look at the rainbow! Doesn’t it make you think of vomiting unicorns?…Ed, you’re making the face at me again. Why the face? WHY THE FACE?”

“Have a nice trip! See you next fall!…What? Oh, fine, I’ll go help him up. Still funny!”

Even without the necessary context, all four feel like they’re different people. (For those paying attention and spitting out their drink right now, that’s Envy, Russell, Ling and Ed from 1000 Names because they’re the perfect example of this.) Your sense of humour creeps into everything, and that’s important when creating characters who are easily discernable by speech alone.


Is Monday gettin’ all up in your mix and making you feel sad and blue? Don’t worry Q*bert - it’s #FunkMongerMonday ! Today’s funk comes in the form of the mysterious pixel pirate Everlasting Milk.

It’s week 18 of #FunkMongerMonday - how cool is that? Over the last few months I’ve been hootin’ and hollerin’ about some of my favourite creatives, and this week is no different. This week I wanted to hoot and holler about Everlasting Milk, because it has become one of my favourite pages to follow since I stumbled across it three weeks ago.  

Now, I’m a simple man, and I believe that there is nothing greater than drawing faces on things. Nothing. Not even a sweet potato. Unless it’s got a face and a favourite Die Hard film. Everlasting Milk shares this love, and brings out a new series of pixel illustrations every few days - productive ain’t the word, Billy-Ray! So far we’ve had fruit, phone icons, planets and now we’re onto biscuits. A few Doctors have been wrangled in for good measure too - marvellous! I’m always on the look out for things that make my feet turn into beets, and these tiny pixel guys not only won me over - they turned my feet into submarines and now I can’t step out of the bath!

Don’t take my word for it though, go and check ‘em out - you’ll fall in love with these little guys and hopefully if you’re pure and true they’ll love you back. They’ll have at you with the big scissors if your heart ain’t pure though so you better watch out!


Road Trip // Part 2

You felt hands against your back, unclasping the back of your bra, you screamed as you saw Dallas Winston taking your bra and swimming away fast. You covered your boobs with your arms. 

“Give it back!” You yelled at Dallas who had threw it at Steve, then to Sodapop then two bit. “Guys!” You yelled once again

You didn’t know what to do, you knew they weren’t gonna give it back, but you sure did not want to get out of the water. You begged again, but they would not give it back. ‘K I’m keepin’ my arm over my boobs and I’ll just get my shirt’ you thought to yourself.

You got up from the water walking out using both your arms for coverage and ran to your shirt, but just your luck Darry had ran to take your shirt, out of all people Darrell Curtis, He is supposed to be the mature one.

“Darry!” You whined as Johnny and Ponyboy were laughin’ their asses off. There you were topless, in front of 7 boys you considered your brothers. How much more awkward could this get?

You decided to just give up, you weren’t gonna win this battle. “You know what? Fuck you guys, Free the nipple” You raised your arms with your middle fingers right up in the air, all the boys were hootin’ and hollerin’.

“If you guys can be topless, so can I” You stated and you saw Ponyboy and Johnny’s shocked expressions as the others were smirkin’ and laughin’. You went on with the night, and soon enough they had all gotten used to it.

“all right, we should all be goin’” Darry suggested.

“Y/n, you want your bra?” Pony asked you.

“I’m good” You shrugged laughing.

Sorry this is shitty, I was blank for ideas, but I might as well of taken an oppertunity for promoting #freethenipple

IMAGINE THE SMALL free! babies having a sleepover…. and haru finds a scary movie somewhere but everyone’s opposed to it except rin who says “haru i bet youll get scared before me” and haru is like no way rin. no way. so they start watching it and haru n rin are pretending it’s not scary but makoto is whimpering in the corner and nagisa is just watching rin and haru try and act tough… AND LIKE. when the movie ends rin laughs it off but hes secretly scared and haru is quietly traumatized so when everyone goes to sleep rin and haru are still awake and haru sneaks over to rin and just lays down w/o saying anything but they both understand

anonymous asked:

hc that Hinata and Kurenai plan their wedding. They say it's their present to them, but really they're just scared what would happen otherwise. Kiba would try to incorporate dogs everywhere. No Akamaru can't walk with you down the aisle. They're not quite sure what Shino would plan, but they both mutually decided that everyone would be better off if they just planned it. Naruto and Ino are just so!!! upset!!! like how DARE THEY, the blond duo is obviously the designated wedding planners for ALL

the rookie 9!!!

i can’t even believe how good this headcanon is i can’t believe u also included Ino and Naruto duo im so happy 

I had so much fucking fun making this song and I think it came out really good. It starts out ABRASIVE AND MEAN then becomes MELODIC AND BEAUTIFUL.

Vocal samples recorded by v-for-valkyr 

loudness warnings for yellin screamin hootin and hollerin


Arbor Breakfast Stout and Oyster Stout

Bristol’s Arbor are one of the wealth of new breweries that have sprung up around England in the last decade or so. Equally happy brewing traditional English styles as they are brewing American craft beer styles (or English styles with an American craft inspired twist), their output is mostly cask supported by kegs and bottles here and there. I have two of their brews to share with you awesome and sexyfull Tumblroo’s this fine, breezy, and sun dappled evening, and both are stouts. No need to thank me, I can feel the adoration radiation from my laptop screen. 

First up, Arbor Breakfast Stout, 7.4% abv. Based on an imperial stout, it’s loaded with oats, has a small amount of smoked malt and speciality German grains, and has locally roasted Brazilian Santos coffee beans and organic cacao nibs added to the boil. This particular beer also has a little drool added after the pour… *ahem

The burned caramel coloured head hides a hypnotising, void like darkness. Aromas of intense espresso and burned malts invade my nose holes and do terrible, unspeakable things to the roots of my braintree. I may have begun dancing. I brave the drool drizzled head and take a glug, it seems the nasal abuse was but the first stage in a pincer movement. Minions sculpted from dark roast coffee, cocoa, caramel, fig, and licorice are now swinging from my braintree’s branches, hootin’ an’ hollerin’ and waving burning torches. My dancing has now reached fever pitch, my feet whirligigging round the room full-on Northern Soul style. My surrender is unconditional to this full, rich, roasty, smooth as you like beer with a dry, bitter finish. Jeepers creepers, this is good.

Once I’ve recovered it’s time to attempt the next one, Arbor Oyster Stout, 4.6% abv. Back in the olden days of merry ol’ England, when vision worked in black and white and men dueled with their razor sharp waxed moustaches for the right to wear the tallest top hat, stout was consumed by the gallon in pubs across the land. Oysters were a favoured snack at these watering holes, and their briny goodness was a perfect pairing with the roasty black liquid. Some point later on a bonafide genius decided to put actual oysters in the brew itself, they were rewarded with a lovely new bright red bicycle (colour vision had been invented by now) by powers unknown and a sub-style was born. After falling out of favour in the latter part of the last century the oyster stout is back, and Arbour chuck loads of the delicious little things into the boil of their oatmeal stout. Just to watch them die. Or maybe ‘cause they they taste good. Nine different grains and Fuggles hops also feature, sounds good.

The pour is black, the head latte, and this time drool free. Masses of cocoa and heavily roasted malty aromas waft up from my weirdly jug like glass. A sip. Suddenly I’m a deep sea diver from times past sitting in my open bottom diving bell. Before a dive I like to relax with a nice stout, most of us daring divers do, dontcha know. The smooth, roasty ale’s chocolate and coffee flavours are there as you’d expect, but the lightless salt water below infuses the senses with a brininess that blends into the stouts initial taste. The roast soon begins to overpower this and is joined by slightly spicy, earthy notes before the moderately bitter finish brings the brine back. Damn good stuff.

I gotta say, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed these West Country stouts. The Oyster Stout is a really good example of the style, slightly briny at the beginning and end, luscious, roasty stout goodness throughout. It is, however, the Breakfast Stout that’s won my heart. Intense, rich, decadent, bittersweet, and downright delicious. Now if you’ll excuse me, my dancin’ shoes are callin. Cheers!