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Had a blast at Sakura Sunday in philly as Akaashi ! Also have i mentioned how obsessed I am with @mookie000 art and how it made me HAVE to cosplay Akaashi because they draw him so damn good 👌🌸✨

South African TV Watcher Problems

I feel the need to rant. 

As some of you may know, I am a South African. And as a South African who watches a whole lot of American TV, I have developed a pet peeve against having South African characters showing up in American TV shows because I can count on my one hand the amount of times they’ve gotten the accent right.

So, for those of you who don’t know, South Africans do not sound European, German, Dutch, or Australian, which are the accents normally given to South African characters, and it really greats my cheese. 

South Africans have many unique accents, and they rarely ever actually get heard when South African characters show up on American TV (I don’t watch much British TV so I can’t speak for them)

Now, don’t get me wrong, I know South African accents are difficult, but it is not impossible to learn how to do them. 

For those of you would like to hear what a South African accent really sounds like, you can find them here:

> Leverage s01e01 - Gina Bellman is amazing and her South African accent in this was so well done, I almost thought she was South African.

> Captain America: Civil War - Dear, sweet Chadwick Boseman did such a good job with his accent when he played T’Challa, and John Kahni, the actor who played King T’Chaka is a South African man, you can’t get an accent better than that.

> Avengers: Age of Ultron - When Andy Serkis showed up on screen as Ulyesses Klaue and opened his mouth a legit thought I was listening to a South African man speak. Imagine my surprise when I found out that he wasn’t one! Guys, I have not heard a better South African accent done by a non-South African than I what I heard coming from this man’s mouth.

> Voltron Legendary Defender S02E03 - Bet you guys weren’t expecting this one. Yes, my fellow Voltron fans, when you hear Ulaz speak, you are indeed listening to the voice of Arnold Vosloo, another South African man. Hearing his voice made me so happy, especially since he did not hide his accent as I have heard so man *cough - Charlieze Theron - cough* actors and actresses do.

So, there you have it people, don’t trust every South African accent you hear on screen, chances are you will be hearing some other accent.

@rangergirl3

ps: this was brought on by the addition of Doctor Becker on Chicago Med. She is supposedly South African. Her accent suggests that she lied about where she comes from coz it sure as heck ain’t South African

anonymous asked:

'Sup! Saw that post about Sophie having to fake sexiness for the marks in Leverage. Agreed that this is HUGELY subjective, but Sophie is a rare character who I think can carry the "well she's actually a strong confident woman enjoying herself" justification. Most male writers try to justify that in their femme fatales but can't sell it: to me, Sophie always looks like she's FUN bamboozling jerks who she could easily take down with one headbutt. Maybe it's Gina? She never looks powerless.

EXCELLENT response to this post. :) I agree that most male writers cannot pull off plausible justifications for their femme fatales, but Leverage manages it beautifully, thanks in part to the incomparable Gina Bellman. (Saul Rubinek, after filming a scene as Victor Dubenich talking to Sophie, told showrunner John Rogers, “John, you have no idea what it’s like to be the full focus of that woman’s attention.”) 

Also, it was a firm policy on Leverage that there would never be any damsels in distress. The women on the team were just as competent and in-control as the dudes, and they always rescued themselves or played a major part in their own rescue.

Thanks, anonymous friend!

surprise

pairing: lin-manuel miranda x reader

prompt: lol u both try to surprise each other at the same time

warnings: swearing, fluffy (v sweet!!! you might get a toothache!!!), suggestive ;)))))))) 

words: 1,783

a/n: i !!! love !!! this !!! i’m gonna do a laf one like this kinda soon. pls feel free to leave requests! i love the ones you guys have been giving me xoxoxoo lemme know whatcha think/like/want 

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“Three cream, two sugar, please.” You told the barista looking up from your phone. You smiled slightly when your eyes returned to the screen. Lin was up and retweeting his favorite Tobillo photoshops. Checking your watch, you realized you were 30 minutes early to work and decided to enjoy your coffee at the cafe; sitting down at a rounded table.

You thought for a minute before setting to work, cropping a photo of Ariel with Tobi’s face before sending it in. Lin almost immediately quoted it, saying:

Bahahhaha this is why I love Y/N. Aren’t you late for work?

You instantly smiled, tweeting back:

@Lin_Miranda I’m early actually

He fired back:

@Y/N that’s a first ;)

You rolled your eyes. A moment later, you had a text from Lin.


from: lin

i miss u :,(

to: lin

pls don’t make me cry i’m in public

from: lin

i’ll be home soon!!

to: lin

you told eliza that too and then you went off and fucking killed urself


Lin laughed aloud, causing a few people in the sound room to look up to him. Blushing feverishly, he texted back.


from: lin

true. but i guess that makes it a good thing that i modeled you after jefferson and not eliza. who else would be so…


You laughed at Lin’s teasing remarks. Still, you wished he were hear to tell you them in person. Biting back, you responded:


to: lin

you’re so full of yourself

from: lin

you would be full of me too if i were home


You immediately check over your shoulder to make sure no one saw that, cursing yourself as your stomach twisted and a blush flooded the back of your neck. You squeezed your legs together as you responded.


to: lin

how many days till you’re home?

from: lin

just over a month

from: lin

so far to many


You sighed, picking up your coffee and heading to work. Long distance sucked. You missed him constantly. It’s not like you were mad at him for committing to Mary Poppins; the opposite, actually. You had never been so proud of your boyfriend, you just wished that your job allowed you to see him more.

Still, when he posted a picture of himself at the BAFTs, you couldn’t help it when you bought a plane ticket for the following Saturday to surprise him.


That night in Europe, Lin FaceTimed you off his Mac, instantly greeting you with a smile.

You couldn’t help but notice the bags under his eyes from working so hard. It was late, too: maybe 11. Lin usually didn’t stay up much later than nine, but he really wanted to see your face after work today. He was in bed, the computer on his lap, dressed in boxers and a blue tee.

You felt the tears well up in your eyes as you saw his face. The two of you talked every day, but you only FaceTimed once or twice a week as a result of your schedules.

“I miss you,” the two of you said at the same time. Lin threw his head back in a laugh, a giggle escaping your own lips as you poured yourself a glass of water.

“Tell me about your day,” Lin said.

You instantly fueled his request with stories of weird encounters at the hospital you worked at. Lin listened endearingly to each one. He told you about how much he was learning and how happy he was. Throughout it all, however, he never made it past five minutes without telling you how much he loved you.

As it two in the morning for him and eight for you, he yawned.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, babe. Get some rest,” you said. He went to argue but sighed when a yawn interrupted him.

“I love you,” he said.

You smiled, “I love you too.”

Across the ocean, Lin hung up the FaceTime and grinned to himself. He was beyond tired, but despite his mind’s need for sleep, he went onto Delta airlines and booked a flight to New York for next Saturday.


The weekend came sooner than you expected. Maybe it was your excitement to see him, but before you knew it, it was Friday evening and you were packing a bag and setting an alarm for five a.m.

Lin was doing the same in Britain, adding your favorite sweatshirt that he had forgotten to leave for you at home. He smiled to himself, thanking the front desk man as he left the building.

“I’ll be back on Wednesday,” Lin said, practically skipping to the cab outside.

You drove yourself to the airport, working your way through customs before settling down on the plane. This time tomorrow, you thought, you’ll be in his arms.

Lin boarded his plane, the grin never leaving his face. He was so close to being with you, he couldn’t wait. This time tomorrow, he thought, you’ll be in his arms.

You didn’t get as much sleep as you were hoping to one the jet, but you immediately felt rejuvenated at the thought of being with Lin in just over an hour.

Lin on the other hand, managed to sleep the entire way. He walked sleepily off the plane, slugging his backpack over his shoulders. JFK was huge, but he knew it like the back of his hand, weaving in and out of people to get through customs. Lin was was speed walking towards the parking lot where his Uber was waiting. He kept his hood up to avoid too much attention, grinning to himself when he saw the same model of your car.

Wait.

That was your car. He double checked the license plate, confirming it was yours. What were you doing at the airport? Did you forget to tell him you were leaving the state? Even then, you always texted him before your flights. He checked his phone, making sure it wasn’t still on airplane mode. Nothing. Hoping you weren’t in the air, he called you.

In Europe, you had just walked into his apartment complex, waving to the bellman as you walked up the stairs.

“I’m surprising my boyfriend,” you explained. The man nodded, ushering you forward.

You felt your phone jolt. Lin.

Grinning, you answered the phone, “Hello?” You asked innocently.

“Where are you right now?” He asked suddenly. You almost laughed.

“Why don’t you open your door and find out,” you smirked, leaning up against the wall outside of his apartment.

“What? I’m not home,” he said.

Your brows furrowed, “It’s like, ten at night. Where are you?”

“Where are you?” He questioned.

“I’m, uh, outside your apartment,” you mumbled.

You heard him groan, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You frowned slightly before he continued, “I’m at JFK.”

“What?” You almost shouted, quickly lowering your voice to avoid waking up his neighbors.

“I was trying to surprise you.” He said lightly, making your heart ache.

“I was trying to surprise you too,” you smiled.

“I love you,” you both said in sync. Giggling, you asked what to do.

“I have to head home on Sunday, so if either of us fly home, we’ll barely get any time together,” you sighed.

You heard Lin huff, “But I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you sighed.

“Okay, uh - go down to the front desk and I’ll call and tell them to give you a key to my room. You can stay there, and I guess I’ll just go to the house.” Lin reasoned.

You nodded, “Okay. Will you water the herb garden?” He chuckled before agreeing.

“I love you, thank you for being so perfect,” you said.

“I love you more. I’ll see you in a month, mi reina,” He said before hanging up.

He hit his head against the seat of the Uber he had gotten into, groaning.

Monday came quickly, Lin had given you a few restaurants to go to, a museum to visit, and even had you stop into his office to meet a few people. It was amazing, but didn’t make it any less lonely.

Lin took the day to himself, walking into your favorite cafe with a grin on his face. He spent most of it at home, just hanging out. The only thing that would’ve made it better was you.

On your flight home, you were honestly a little pissed. You were tired and hungry and a little unsatisfied, for lack of better words. Both of you had made these grand gestures, and neither of you were able to see each other. It wasn’t fair. Snuggled up in one of his sweaters you had stolen form his closet, you tried to sleep until you landed.


to: lin

landed. thanks for a fun weekend :/ love u


You unlocked you car and climbed in, immediately jacking the heat. February in New York was not warm. Shivering slightly, you started your trek home. It wasn’t more than a 45 minute drive, but it felt shorter than usual.

Shutting the garage, you walked into your house, throwing your keys onto the counter. You glanced at your watch: 4:36. You weren’t particularly hungry, but got some popcorn to eat while you watched some TV before dinner.

You trudged into the living room, the bowl of popcorn in your arm as you checked your phone for texts from Lin; nothing. He was probably in the air -

“Hey, Y/N.”

You jumped, your popcorn falling to the floor and littering the carpet. Your head snapped up to see him. Lin. Sitting on the couch, criss cross applesauce.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

Lin smiled as he stood up, “You didn’t actually think I’d let you go without seeing you, right?”

The tears in your eyes welled up and you thought your heart might explode it was beating so fast. You sprinted the last few steps across the living room, nearly collapsing on top of him. He caught you, burying his face in your neck, holding you in his arms.

God, I miss you.” He sighed. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the tears to stop.

“I love you so much,” you laughed lightly, backing away just enough to see his face. One of his hands left your back to brush away a stray tear before bringing it back to hold you as tightly as he could.

He smiled as you took his face in your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. You could feel his grin against your mouth as you tanged your hands in his hair, tugging slightly when he nipped your bottom lip.

He pressed his forehead to yours, “I love you too, mi reina. I love you too.“