clan line


A New Clan At Surbiton - 35028 by Barry Lewis
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‘Merchant Navy’ pacific No. 35028 “Clan Line” taking a down West Country express through Surbiton station in the winter of 1958/9. 35028 had not long been transferred from Stewarts Lane shed to its new home on the South Western section of the Southern Region, but was already showing signs of neglect from her spotless days on the South Eastern. Camera: Russian 35mm Fed II Leica Copy.

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beginning of 'romance of the four clans'

moren: horaven stands apart from the clans as a symbol for the common folk
markus: i like that! Clan Markus, everyone

going through the gold clan merc bar
*gregor’s not looking up to make eye contact
*kyr’s not looking up to make eye contact
markus: it’s okay, everyone just follow me, we’ll make a conga line

the signs were there all along y’all

The 12clans (in trigedasleng)

Azgedakru - Ice nation
Trikru/trigedakru - Woods clan
sankru/sangedakru - Desert clan
Ingranrona - Plain raiders
Boudalankru - Rock line clan
Yujleda - Broadleaf clan
Delfikru - Delphi clan
Ouskajonkru - Blue cliff clan
Floukru - Boat people
Louwodakru - Shallowvalley clan
Podakru - Lake people
Trishanakru - Glowing forest clan

anonymous asked:

You know what still pisses me off? The fact that lexa was the commander that united the clans, that was all about peace for her people, that did everything to protect them, even leave her love behind. What i hate about it is that the writers were like 'oh commanders usually don't get that old' and lexa was like 21 or 22, and she wanted nothing but peace and love, and she did so much good stuff and then they killed her when she was young too and I hate that so much. She deserved so much more.

Totally. I agree w you 1000%. WIth Lexa alive none of the BS of S4 would have happened. The clans would be in line and there wouldn’t be this disaster they have atm. Also I assure Lexa would have given her blood willingly to save ALL her ppl, including the skai uglies.

*warning* I consider this constructive criticism, but I could see others call it negativity, although I disagree, obviously. This is a legitimate criticism and it does bug me a lot, more than anything else this show has done, tbh: 

Okay, so, here’s my beef with Octavia’s storyline this season. This entire season she’s been learning how to be a true warrior: a true warrior doesn’t kill for revenge or for selfish gain, instead a true warrior fights with honor. 

But, where in the hell did Octavia learn that people could be better or where did Octavia come to believe in wongeda (one clan)?

Apart from Lincoln and his philosophies, something that hasn’t been mentioned or discussed for more than an entire season, when did Octavia come to suddenly learn that the clans could become one? When did she suddenly become so certain about uniting clans and believing people can be good? 

Idk, I just don’t buy it. Nothing in her journey this season (or in any other season, tbh) really showed that she was learning this lesson, instead we have to guess and glean off from previous seasons and such that she learned this… but again, I never saw it, not in a concrete way (sounds a lot like telling rather showing, a problem this show has been having a lot lately). 

Sure, she cares about Trikru (we’ve seen that), and sure, she had people like Lincoln and Kane guiding her towards this idea that clans lines could be broken… but when did she honestly come to believe in that message herself? Was it JUST when she was fighting in 4x10… is that it? 

Sorry, but if the writers are going to make her give a grand speech about unity and people being better, then they should have shown that Octavia was honestly beginning to believe in that WAY before 4x10. 

I don’t buy it. It stinks of poor writing. 

Anyone disagree? I’d love to see someone bend over to defend this one, tbh? Can you tell I’m a bit perturbed? lol, I’m a bit perturbed :-). 

p.s. I’ve got nothing against the character, btw. I’m open to her storyline, but I’d rather it made more sense than this, especially if we’re meant to care about her at all. 

anonymous asked:

It always made me uncomfortable how young Bumi wore green and older stayed in uniform all the time. It's like since he was not a bender he could not be a part of his parents cultures. It just upsets me in general how this mixed family never mixed cultural clothing. Would it have killed the creators to make Kya a vegetarian, Tenzin wear water tribe coats in the south pole and Bumi enjoy skinning animals? Bryke was not ready for a mixing of the 4 nations.

I think it’s not so much Bryke not being ready for the four nations mixing (after all, they created Mako and Bolin, as well as the concept of bending triads), so much as them thinking of the “purity” of Aαng’s legacy and not wanting anything associated with other bending types (or nonbending types) to get in the way of that.

Remember how “The Promise” taught Katara to feel bad for expecting her own boyfriend to realize she was feeling left out due to him dropping her like a hot potato for the attention of his airbender fanclub?

(Even when this is a consistent problem in their relationship?)

Remember how Bumi apologized to the statue of Aαng for being a disappointment due to being a nonbender?

Bumi: Uh… hey there, Dad. You’re looking well. Look, uh, I’m sorry I didn’t turn out to be an airbender like you hoped, but I’ve tried my best to keep the world safe. Hope I made you proud.

Remember how Aαng’s supposed spiritual successors had no idea he had two other children (what, Aαng didn’t feel like passing that little factoid onto them)?

Bumi: Ugh. Phew. Excuse me, a little help here?
Air Acolyte woman: Sorry, I thought you were the servants.
Bumi: We’re Tenzin’s brother and sister.
Air Acolyte woman: Avatar Aαng had other children? The world is filled with more airbenders?
Kya: We’re not airbenders.
Air Acolyte woman: Oh. I’m so sorry.

Remember how much focus in the story of LOK is on people with airbending ability, even with no background in airbending philosophy (Kai), versus people with all the cultural background and no airbending ability (Pema)?

Episodes where Pema appears in The Legend of Korra but has no lines:

Book One: Air (气)

Book Two: Spirits (神靈)

Book Three: Change (易)

Book Four: Balance (平衡)

Episodes where Kai appears in The Legend of Korra but has no lines:

Book Four: Balance (平衡)

(And even when Kai has no lines, he is still part of the main action.)

“Kuvira’s Gambit”:

“Day of the Colossus”:

Remember, Bryke have a very different attitude toward nonbenders than the others writers of A:TLA. Bryke see bending in much the same way that Korra does: as an awesome fighting power-up that people who who lack it can never really make up for. It’s no wonder that all the Air Nomads were airbenders due to their “high spirituality” (the irony is amazing considering the lengths Bryke went through to strip anything spiritual from the Avatar mythos in LOK). 

So let’s return to Bumi’s clothing. You mentioned that he was never out of his army uniform, even when it would be practical to do so. Well, once he magically becomes an airbender in Book Three, what happens?:

That’s right. The army uniform he never parted company with before is gone–replaced by airbender clothes! 

Oh, Bryke.

Guys Night Out ~ pt. 5

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Stiles x Stuart (little bit of Derek in this one too)

Rating: NSFW 18+ Explicit Smut

Word Count: 4344

Synopsis: Time to choose…

A/N: First, this is the end of Guys Night Out. I want to thank EVERYONE who’s read this trash, liked it or reblogged it. Y’all are fucking awesome and I couldn’t have done this without any of you!  Second, since this is in fact an AU, werewolves can get drunk. Let’s face it, it’s just so much more fun if they can! And lastly, if you’re having trouble imagining the dance part you can look here, this is what I imagined for the most part with some more sexy moves thrown in. Actually these are really fun to dance to so try them out if you feel like learning some new dance moves, there are tutorials for them! 

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“You were just an easy fuck, that’s all,” Stuart’s face is hard as steel, his eyes full of anger and hurt.

The tears in my eyes threaten to spill over as I stand in front of my best friend, completely shocked at the words that had just come out of his mouth.

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So it begins...

Why the hell did I write this?  I DON’T LIKE CRACK SHIPS! Edit:Apparently, I like this one..bwhahahaha.

I’m pretty certain y’all are heathens.  

@kunoichi-ume @padlocked-quintus  (our paths haven’t crossed yet)

Here’s some Madakaka because I like time travel and Kakashi.  This is right when the village is formed and Kakashi spends most of his time hiding from Madara.

There are probably errors galore.  I had to spend an embarrassing amount of time googling how to spell things.

Madara was used to a certain amount of attention.  It was to be expected as leader of the Uchiha clan.  Hashirama had sought his attention as a child and now they were creating a village together.  Clans deferred to him, standing at attention when they were in the presence of Madara. The only exception nowadays was from the thief.  The man walked around with one of the clan’s prized dojutsu without a care in the world and barely gave Madara a glance.  Kakashi looked perpetually half-asleep and Madara did not know what to make of it. Madara did not give two fucks about Tobirama, but at least the Senju respected him enough to watch him like a hawk when they were in a near each other.  

Hashirama demanded an evaluation of the Uchiha clan by Kakashi in order to fully understand everyone’s skill level.  Madara had balked and argued; he was clan head after all, he could evaluate everyone perfectly fine for himself.   But there were many more clans in their fledging village than either of them had anticipated. They needed quick evaluations to determine how strong the village was.   Madara had finally relented, if anything, to prove Hashirama wrong.

His stomach soured as he watched his entire clan line up like cattle and performed in front of the thief.  Never had Madara felt regret so instant.  He watched young Kagami step forward and perform a perfect series of katas and finalized his show of skill with an unusually large Great Fireball.  Kakashi had only hummed in response.

Madara did not care if he lived to be a hundred years old; he was never forgiving Hashirama for this.

“I do not like him,” said Izuna when it was over.  They watched the thief depart with lazy wave, completely at ease with leaving his back open to an attack.  

Madara agreed as he fantasized setting Kakashi on fire with Amaterasu.  The space between Kakashi’s defined shoulder blades made for perfect target. If only he had the Mangekyo Sharingan.

The clan heads gathered the following week to hear the results of the evaluations. Madara had been warned ahead of time that it would be a long meeting.  The thief showed up late, of course.

“I apologize,” Kakashi said as he tousled his hair so it looked even more windswept.  “I had to look over some of my notes.”  

The head of the Shimura clan grunted as he glared at Kakashi’s empty hands.   Madara imagined using Tsukuyomi to pluck the stolen eye out of the thief’s head a few thousand times.  Hashirama sighed and gave Kakashi the room.

The thief gave a dangerous smile and Madara was transported to the first time they had met on the battlefield, the smell of ozone and crackle of electricity. He had a premonition that having Kakashi’s full attention was not something one wanted to invite.  Then he watched it come true as Hatake Kakashi systematically expose every one of the weaknesses he had discovered.

It was brutal.  He talked for hours, never relenting even when his audience tried to respond.  He criticized the clan heads that were blind to their weaknesses.  He listed hypothetical teams and those who needed to take a more passive role as village support. Madara saw Shimura’s face turn red when the clan was assessed for roles in administration.

It might have been the most beautiful thing Madara had ever seen.

He shivered when Kakashi turned towards him, unexpectedly eager for the attention. Madara’s jaw dropped open at the first sentence and only he remembered to shut it when Kakashi teased him.  

“It’s not polite to leave your mouth open like that, Madara-san.”

When the entire assessment was over, it was well past supper time.  Hashirama thought it best to reconvene the following day so everyone could go over the information.  Kakashi, all too aware of the room’s mood, made a hasty exit.  Madara had expected the retreat and had activated his Sharingan in anticipation.  As soon as he saw Kakashi form the first hand sign for shunshin, Madara had followed suit.

“How did you do it?” Madara demanded as took advantage of Kakashi’s surprise to slam him against a tree.

“What do you mean?” Kakashi’s half-lidded eye peered at him.

“It is my clan!  I have watched and lived with them for years! You watched them for five hours!” Madara let go of the vest and took a step back.  “I agree with everything you said.  For instance, Kagami overuse of chakra on his ninjutsu.  I am in the middle of rectifying that poor habit.  Your assessment was correct because you know how much chakra is needed and were able to see the waste. I am aware that you know how to perform the Great Fireball technique.  Yet, you were able to make an assessment with every clan.”

“I know many jutsus,” Kakashi said evasively.  Madara narrowed his eyes.

“How many?”

“Eh?”  Kakashi raised a hand to his chin.  “Truthfully, I don’t know.”

“I find that difficult to believe.”  Madara crossed his arms.  “You may like to play the fool, but I have seen too much evidence to the contrary.”

“Maa.  It’s not like that.  I stopped counting once the number was over a thousand.”  

“Impossible.” The word fell from Madara’s lips automatically.  

“Oh?”  Kakashi tapped a finger to the headband the covered the Sharingan.  “I would think you would have more faith your clans’ dojutsu.”

“I have complete faith in the Sharingan,” Madara ground out.  “I simply don’t believe there are thousand jutsu existing.  The average clan member has twenty hidden techniques; a skilled member may have invented one or two on their own.  To have a thousand, you would have had to travel all over the world.  Not to mention expand into other elements beyond lightning and fire.”

“Well, yes.  I mastered all five elements.  I try to avoid using wind as it uses too much chakra.” Kakashi said, amusement tinting his words.

“Show me.”  Madara demanded.  He knew Hashirama was able to use all five elements, but his friend had the advantage of being born with a kekkei genkai.

Kakakshi cocked his head to the side.  “Very well.”

Madara watched with the Sharingan as Kakashi performed an Earth jutsu and a wall sprung up from the ground in front of them.  It was promptly destroyed by a fireball that was the size of an expanded Akimichi.   Kakashi spared no glance to see Madara’s reaction; his eyes were focused in front of him as began another jutsu. His fingers were light and nimble as they raced through the hand signs.  Kakashi’s muscle memory was able to create torrents with barely a thought, a clear sign of relentless training. A gust of wind tore a tree out by its roots and Madara felt of rush of excitement at its destruction.  Kakashi turned to Madara his hands pressed together in the ox formation.

Madara responded to Kakashi’s silent question with a shake of his head.  Kakashi had split a lightning bolt in two during their first meeting, his blue chakra casting a ghostly pallor on the battlefield. There was no need to see that last element performed.

“I stand corrected.”   Madara deactivated his Sharingan. 

“It happens to the best, Madara-san.”  Something uncoiled in Kakashi’s body and he went back to looking like the disinterested person who had vexed Madara so much.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”  

‘One thousand jutsu’, Madara mused as he drank tea later on that evening.  He had no idea his fledgling village had two who could wield all five elements.  What a carefully guarded secret!

He was going to have to pay closer attention to Hatake Kakashi.


Phew! That took awhile. Meet the subclan, Saltspray Village! 20 Dragons, 7 Talonok and 1 Serthis living in a small fishing village. The community is tight-knit and deeply cultural. They supply other settlements with fish, a few crops, and rare beastclan textiles. They have one large ship they use to trade with distant clans (and to protect the coast from invaders). 

I’ve felt very “meh” about most of my dragons so I took a different route with my lore to help me get inspired. And man, did it work. I love water aesthetic and I’m debating switching flights most of the time. Eventually I’d like to do a post for each villager, as I’m already deeply invested in some of them. The beastclan folk won’t have dragons to represent them in my lair, but I love ‘em all the same.

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Why I think that Jango Fett is as Asexual as Kamino is rainy

You guys ever wonder why, of everything that Jango Fett could’ve demanded as payment from the Kaminoans, he asks for a son to raise as his own?

The Mandalorian culture as I understand it is a very family-based society, what with the close-knit extended Clans and the proper rearing of children being a cornerstone of their society. And Jango Fett was, at one point, the Mandalore, the Big Deal for this entire culture. From what I know about Jango, he seems like a very honourable man who is extremely hard to kill. It’s hard to believe that any Mandalorian wouldn’t find that attractive. Yes, I know that bounty hunters usually have a skewed sense of honour, but Jango Fett was the Mandalore at some point. You don’t just get there by having the shiniest armour in the battalion.

For Mandalorian fathers, having a child to grow up to be an honourable and capable adult is one of the proudest moments in life. Jango Fett, at the time he was approached for the clone project, had neither a spouse or a child, even though he was a fully adult Mandalorian who at some point had been the freaking Mandalore. Given that the life expectancy of Mandalorians and bounty hunters in general isn’t that great, I don’t think its unreasonable to think that Jango was starting to worry that he’d never raise a child, and also have no one to carry on the line of Clan Fett.

Now, like I mentioned above, it’s hard to believe that Jango Fett wouldn’t have been considered attractive by Mandalorian standards. Hence the reason I think Jango is asexual: He hadn’t started a family, and probably had good reason to believe he’d never have children that were biologically his own. That’s why he asked for Boba; because he did not see a future for himself in which he would end up in a child-bearing relationship, but he still wanted to raise a child to be a Good Mandalorian.

You could argue that Jango is gay, which was how he ended up with no children, and I wouldn’t necessarily disagree with you. However, I tentatively say this: Jango could be aroace, which would also explain why he has no spouse or child.

I wrote all of this late at night, so feel free to poke holes in my theory or to present evidence from the Extended Universe that I haven’t considered (if there is any, I wouldn’t know because my knowledge of the EU is pretty much zilch.) As a young asexual woman surrounded by the most part by a society that crams heteronormativity down her throat, I would be really proud to site Jango Fett, widely-known character and all-around badass, as a headcanonned asexual icon.