Anime: Astro Boy, Kimba the White Lion,
Princess Knight, Gigantor,
Osomatsu-kun, Gegege Kitaro, Dorororo, Gatchaman, Babel II, Galaxy Express 999, Space Battleship Yamato, Space Pirate Captain Harlock, Ultraman, The Rose of Versailles, Future Boy Conan, Devil Man, Grendizer, Ashita no Joe, Anne of Green Gables, Dog of Flanders, Dr. Slump, Sea Prince and Fire Child, The Adventures of the Little Koala, Lupin III, Cutey Honey, Ranma ½, Creamy Mami, Robotech, Dragon Ball, Urusei Yatsura, My Neighbor Totoro (film), Dirty Pair, Hello Kitty, Yawara, The Mysterious City of Gold, Queen Milennia, Dragon Ball Z, Fist of the North Star, Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind (film), Kimangure Orange Road, Nadia: Secret of the Blue Water, Samurai Pizza Cats, Jojo, Irrational Captain Tyler, Golden Boy, Fushigi Yuugi, Digimon Adventure, Detective Conan, Pokemon, Tenchi Muyo Renki, Excel Saga, Ojamajo Doremi, Di Gi Charat, Yu Gi Oh, Ah! My Goddess, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Kare Kano, Cardcaptor Sakura, Magic Knight Rayearth, Slayers, Sailor Moon, Yu Yu Hakusho, Rurouni Kenshin, Trigun, Big O, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Cowboy Bebop, Outlaw Star, Marmalade Boy, Monster Rancher, Angelic Layer, Naruto, Soul Eater, Inuyasha, Chrono Crusade, Fullmetal Alchemist, Hellsing, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, Air TV, Wolf’s Rain, Bleach, Princess Tutu, Chobits, Code Geass, Fruits Basket, Spice and Wolf, Clannad, Ouran High School Host Club, K-On!, Lucky Star, Honey and Clover, Eden of the East, Rozen Maiden, Hamtaro, Azumanga Daioh, Prince of Tennis, Baccano!, Death Note, Kuroshitsuji, Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu, Sword Art Online, Ao no Exorcist, Angel Beats, Yuri on Ice, Death Parade, Love Live! School Idol Project, Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyuu!, One Punch Man, Shokugeki no Souma, Mawaru Penguindrum, Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso, AnoHana, Shingeki no Kyojin, Kill la Kill, Mirai Nikki, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Free!, Steins;Gate, ERASED, Kejio
Awards: Anime Boston 2017 - Editors’ Choice Anime Boston 2017 - Judges’ Choice Anime Boston 2017 - Best in Show
This is Onyx! She’s a 4 y/o pit bull, Boston terrier mix. She likes to think she’s tough with her big and scary growl, but she’s a real softy who wants nothing more than to swim, roll in the leaves, and take a nap directly on top of your pillow. - @renjuro
like legit, from-metropolitan-france french not québécois
bear with me this headcanon is all just so completely arbitrary he just… Seems French to Me
he was born in the paris suburbs and he moved around the paris area a lot throughout childhood
seriously he basically lived in every flat in île-de-france at some point
saint-denis, boulogne-billancourt, neuilly-sur-seine, issy-les-moulineaux, and like 3 different arrondissements of the actual city u name it tango lived there growing up
when he was in like the first year of lycée (american 10th grade) he moved to the south of france like probably aix or montpellier and lived there for a year
finally he moved to the US for senior year of high school - brooklyn
transferring his school credits was a MEss but somehow it worked out
he liked it a lot so he applied to US colleges but he also discovers hockey and falls in love with it so he puts off college to play junior league hockey and thats how he ends up in québec (i’m gonna say gatineau) for 2 years in the Q
finally he goes to samwell and from there we know whats up
he speaks both french and english natively cause his mom is french and his dad is american and they taught him both from the start
his dad is from boston and has a THICK boston accent but everyone else he knew in paris growing up who spoke english was british so his accent in english is actually a weird mix of boston and british
he can tune it to be closer to one accent or the other especially if people around him are speaking with one, so like when he’s at samwell his english naturally becomes more bostonian and when he’s around british speakers it becomes naturally more british
his french is basically flawless standard metropolitan french which means he spent most of his time in québec just constantly frustrated at their accents and weird slang
he doesn’t know a lot of american english slang or american culture at first and that’s part of why he asks so many questions because he grew up speaking relatively british-influenced english in france and not being exposed to the colloquialisms and stuff americans use
it doesn’t take him too long to acclimate tho cause he naturally talks a lot and asks lots of questions so he gets his bearings quickly
he prefers cursing in french because it just feels like it packs more of a punch, plus curses in english don’t follow grammatical rules very closely so it’s harder for him to use them right
he has multiple hard-of-hearing and deaf cousins in france so he knows LSF (french sign language) but he doesn’t ever get to use it once he comes to the US so he’s losing it fast. he’s really passionate about being able to sign though so he’s taking ASL for his language requirement at samwell
there’s definitely at least one other member of SMH who knows ASL (*cough* william j poindexter *cough*) and tango eventually knows enough to sign pretty fluently with dex. this obviously devolves quickly into the chirping of teammates without their knowledge
the same goes for his french - when bitty finally tells the tadpoles about jack and introduces them to jack, he and jack click instantly because they both speak fluent french
tango lowkey doesn’t rlly like jack’s québécois accent of french but jack doesn’t like tango’s weird boston-british english so it’s whatever they just get past it
his french customs are alive and well in his heart and sometimes he goes out of his way to make room for them in his life cause they remind him of home
he LOVES cooking and he becomes bitty and dex’s kitchen buddy and it helps to diversify the haus’s cuisine by a ton
like once a month the whole smh sits down and they have a full formal french meal with all the courses
they usually forgo the apéritif because tango doesn’t drink much - he may be french but he also left france before he hit 18, plus he’s kinda timid and doesn’t really party so he only really goes for red wine and only at formal meals
he does a really really masterful entrée every time and honestly bitty is probably thinking of opening a restaurant with him in the future
the salad course and cheese course are the most different from american meals and so they remind tango the most of home
he’s not great at baking but he gives bitty a ton of recipes for french pastries because there are SO MANY and he misses them all
he absolutely refuses to go to mcdonalds in the US because the french macdos are SO MUCH BETTER? like US mickey d’s aint got SHIT on the french ones
by the time he comes to samwell he’s lived in the US long enough to get used to not doing la bise (the greeting where you kiss each other briefly on both cheeks) but when he first gets there his gay ass sees all those gorgeous guys and he just,,, forgets that it’s not a thing?? and he goes to greet holster and accidentally goes for la bise and holster who being the chill bi bro he is just. goes with it and the rest of the team is like … ????????? but it’s great
sometimes this boy is like a giant walking stereotype i swear…,, he just buys a lot of baguettes at murder stop n shop and will just walk around eating them between classes n shit. anyone can spot tango from a mile away cause hes got the baguette. one day he wore a beret just to be Extra and everyone wouldnt stop joking about hon hon hon baguette eiffel tower and homeboy just about snapped
this boy is a fashion ICON and he definitely makes 50 Most all 4 years
These are my six pals; Mushu is the fawn pug laying down, Mia is the other fawn pug, Marmie is the black pug, Gilbert is the red chihuahua, Felix is the black and white Boston terrier mix and Oscar is the dachshund - Spenser 🌺
You remember the stars in Boston. As you sat in your
father’s lap and he pointed at those great distant lights poking holes against
the void. “That’s the Big Dipper. There’s Orion’s belt.” It seemed only like a
blob and a line to you and you remember your dad’s laugh as you told him this.
You ask if you could touch them and are disappointed when you’re told they’re
really far away. You exclaim that one day you’ll see them up close. You don’t
understand the fond shake of his head your father gives you.
You remember little else of Boston. Stars and laughs mixed
with solemn looks and loud people and quiet, heavy moments full of things you
didn’t quite understand. It’s a blur of memories meshed together in a quilt with
colors bleeding into each other and no edges. But that’s childhood to an adult
Please tell me the story of getting lost and crying in Paul Revere's lap
This has been in my inbox for months.
So basically when I was little, like second grade little, my family went to Boston. On said trip to Boston we went to this little village that was either on the edge of Boston or just outside of Boston where there were 1700s style houses and everyone dressed in 1700s clothing, like Colonial Williamsburg but in Boston. So in the mix of it all, I somehow got separated from my family.
Something you should now is that I’ve always been an anxious piece of shit, so being as anxious as I am but even smaller than today, you can imagine that even being separated from my mom for 2.5 seconds was enough to cause a meltdown. On top of that, there were chickens running around this village unsupervised. Don’t ask me why but young me was terrified of chicken, turkeys, and any bird that was the same size as me. The fear was fucking real for young me. But my parents taught me well and they taught me that if I ever got lost I should find the nearest staff member of the place and ask them for help. And Paul Revere happened to be 5 feet away from me.
Another thing is that you should know about me is I am terrified of people in costume. So as soon as he asked me what was wrong, I pretty much malfunctioned, my little brain couldn’t decide what was more terrifying: Being abandoned by my parents and having my eyes pecked out by chickens or talking to a man in a costume.
So I just started screaming.
Luckily this apparently wasn’t the first time I’d responded to a stressful situation by just screaming with all the sound my tiny body could produce and my parents had already noticed I was missing and were looking for me and, upon hearing the screaming, they immediately recognized the sound and began to follow it. They found me sitting on the ground in front of a terrified 20 year old guy dressed as Paul Revere who probably never expect this when he got the job. They were able to calm me down and apologize to the poor man.
I just hope they gave him a really good tip and I gave him a good story.
It’s my little bean’s birthday today! She was born on May 26, 2010 in an accident litter my uncle’s dog had. Her father was a Boston Terrier named Dobby, and her mother was a little lapdog mix (Shih Tzu mix maybe) named Ruby.
Some puppy pictures:
Small but fierce:
She managed to get our grumpy old Shih Tzu to tolerate her:
And she grew and grew:
She likes to carry her toys like this:
Eventually a little shit called Haley came along to annoy her:
Truly a dynamic duo:
I call her my little Bumble Bree:
She’s very fashionable:
And a pretty great agility dog who should start trialing this year!:
So a happy birthday to my little dog. Figured it would be nice to share some memories. She’s pretty much the best dog we’ve ever had. A very chill little bean mostly, but will get excited for agility and training. And hey maybe she loathes other dogs with a fiery passion that makes her want to charge them … but she’s still a good egg.