green language

i want to make one of these too
  • lavender: what's an iconic outfit of yours?
  • ochre: what 5 songs would you sing along to even on your deathbed?
  • lilac: weirdest thing you're afraid of?
  • teal: what mythical creature would you want to be?
  • aqua: what song(s) gives you nostalgia?
  • pixie pink: who are your favorite youtubers?
  • mauve: 5 favorite tumblr blogs?
  • maroon: describe your first crush
  • burgundy: what's your favorite lush bath bomb?
  • magenta: what fandoms are you in?
  • sky blue: if you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
  • indigo: compare yourself now to yourself 5 years ago. what has changed?
  • ivory: put your playlist on shuffle. give me the first 6 songs that pop up
  • cream: favourite boy names?
  • fuschia: favourite girl names?
  • azure: favourite unisex names?
  • turquoise: what emojis do you think are the most aesthetically pleasing?
  • periwinkle: what are your most used emojis?
  • peach: 5 favorite characters of all time?
  • cyan: one fact about your hometown?
  • violet: what are your current favorite songs?
  • beige: who are your current favorite bands/singers?
  • mustard: what are your favorite words in your native language?
  • shrek green: 3 of your favorite memes?

Minoritized languages moodboard: Manx or Manx Gaelic

Manx (Gaelg or Gailck) is a Celtic language spoken in the Isle of Man. The last native speaker of Manx died in 1974, but the language has been revived and more than 1,800 people claim to speak, read and write Manx today.

For @zimsbitty


Percy is highly offended that the Ancient Greeks didn’t have a word for blue.

As someone whose goal is to work with autistic children this hit me on another level. At Green Day’s show in London, Billie Joe picked a disabled fan from the crowd and brought her on stage. He helped her play his guitar then let her keep it. When I saw Green Day in Boston this past October a woman came on stage to translate a song in sign language. Green Day shows are inclusive. Green Day shows are unifying. Green Day shows are extraordinary.


Lorde - Green Light

I do my makeup in somebody else’s car
Mi trucco nell’auto di qualcun altro

We order different drinks at the same bars
Ordiniamo drink diversi allo stesso bar

I know about what you did and I wanna scream the truth
So cosa hai fatto e ho voglia d’urlare la verità

She thinks you love the beach, you’re such a damn liar
Lei pensa che tu ami la spiaggia, sei un maledetto bugiardo

Those great whites, they have big teeth
Quegl’enormi squali bianchi hanno denti grandi

Hope they bite you
Spero ti mordano

Thought you said that you would always be in love
Pensavo avessi detto che saresti sempre stato innamorato

But you’re not in love, no more
Ma non sei più innamorato, non più

Did it frighten you
Ti ha spaventato

How we kissed when we danced on the light up floor?
Come ci siamo baciati quando danzammo sulla pista da ballo illuminita?

On the light up floor
Sulla pista da ballo illuminata

But I hear sounds in my mind
Ma sento dei suoni nella mia mente

Brand new sounds in my mind
Suoni nuovi di zecca nella mia mente

But honey I’ll be seein’ you, ever, I go
Ma tesoro ti vedrò ovunque vada

But honey I’ll be seein’ you down every road
Ma tesoro ti vedrò lungo ogni strada

I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
La sto aspettando, quella luce verde, la voglio

‘Cause honey I’ll come get my things, but I can’t let go
Perché tesoro verrò a ripendermi le mie cose, ma non riesco a distaccarmi

I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
La sto aspettando, quella luce verde, la voglio

Oh, I wish I could get my things and just let go
Oh, vorrei poter riprendere le mie cose e lasciare andare tutto

I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
La sto aspettando, quella luce verde, la voglio

Sometimes I wake up in a different bedroom
A volte mi sveglio in un’altra camera da letto

I whisper things, the city sings 'em back to you
Sussurro cose, la città te le ricanta

All those rumors, they have big teeth
Tutte quelle voci hanno dei gran denti

Originally posted by lorde-daily

Evolution of the English Language
  • Old 

Hwæt. We Gardena in geardagum,
þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.

  • Middle 

Ye seken lond and see for your wynnynges,
As wise folk ye knowen all th'estaat 
Of regnes; ye been fadres of tydynges
And tales, bothe of pees and of debaat.

  • Early Modern (early phase)

So whan the duke and his wyf were comyn unto the Kynge, by the meanes of grete lordes they were accorded bothe. The kynge lyked and loved this lady wel, and he made them grete chere oute of mesure – and desyred to have lyen by her. But she was a passyng good woman and wold not assente unto the Kyng.

  • Early Modern (later phase)

Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.


Minoritized languages moodboard: Asturian

Asturian (Asturianu), formerly known as Bable, is a Romance language spoken in Asturias (state of Spain). It’s part of the Astur-Leonese language group, so it is mutually intelligible with other West Iberian languages.

For these anons


-Bravely Default- 

The 4 heroes + flower language

Tiz Arrior: Day lily indicates enthusiasm, daisy is related with innocence. Four lilies - four heroes

Agnès Oblige: Platycodon stands for honesty, elderflower for kindness, frangipani for shelter. Four platycodon - four heroes

Ringabel: Feverfew as protection, myosotis “a connection that lasts through time”, zinnia is related with memory. Four zinnias = four heroes

Edea Lee: Gerbera is for strength and friendship, zinnia for memory, iris as passion and valor. Four iris = four heroes

(I’m no flower language expert, so I based all of this from google pages!)


Pairing: Balthazar x Reader
Word Count: 1820 [without lyrics]
Warnings: Foul language, fluff, implied smut 
Notes: This is a very late entry for @iwriteaboutdean ‘s challenge: Amanda’s 200 Follower 90′s Baby Challenge. The song in question is ‘When I Come Around’ by Green Day I had a lot of fun writing this and want to continue to apologize for it being so late. I did send you a message letting you know how life got in the way. I did forget and just hope that everyone enjoys. The title is a result of me not thinking of anything that’s a little more clever. Although it is humorous I don’t/can’t think of anything else.

The world was and has been falling to shit and you have had it. There wasn’t a single thing in the world that could make this day any better. You woke up feeling the least like yourself, you were and have been set on auto-pilot for the last seven hours and of course, you decide to tune in during the climax of the shapeshifter hunt. One had decided to take advantage of your monotone and almost robotic behavior and now you and it was in a headlock between the boys.

“No Dean! Don’t!” It choked as Dean held it in a headlock and Sam squeezed your neck lightly as he hesitated to do the same as Dean. 

“Dean! Don’t hurt me!”It started flailing around and you watched with tears.

You knew you would have reacted that way but you also knew the secret code that you and Sam came up with if something like this were to happen. 

You slowly tapped your toes on his and Sam twitched at the action.

“Dean! It isn’t here!” As the words hit Dean’s ears the shifters neck was snapped and Sam had you turned around in his arms. 

The two of them didn’t bother to ask you questions as you silently laid out in the backseat. With a huff, you rolled toward the back of the seat and shoved your earbud into your ears. At first, Katy Perry was on and it just made you hate yourself. You shook your head knowing you didn’t actually hate yourself you just hated how the day had been.

“We’ll be home in five. Want to stop to eat?” Dean asked and you didn’t respond. 

The boys knew you weren’t okay and just kept on to the bunker. Once in the garage you went to your room still hitting next on every song that came on. With a growl at the day and the music you slammed your door and fell into your bed. You rested your right ear into the pillow pushing the earbud in further as Green Day’s ‘When I Come Around’ started. You closed your eyes and nodded to the beat knowing it’s exactly what you needed. Totally upbeat in the heavy guitar and drums scenes and it seemed to help drone out all your frustrated emotions. 

As you listened you smirked at the stuffed pug that Balthazar got you. He claims it was just laying around, but you knew he got it for you. It would have been dirty and smelt funny if he just found it lying around. Balthazar heard you and looked at his brothers who were just like him; laying around doing absolutely nothing. He shrugged and left to see what you were up to. 

The song started again and you rolled to your back as you held the pug in the air staring into its bead eyes. You thought more about Balthazar and why he got this adorable yet ugly stuffed animal for you. Nowhere in your aura or soul did it say you were worthy of affection of any kind. It was actually warded off with roll after roll of bright, highlighter yellow caution tape and then a bunch of orange caution cones. You smirked at yourself then let out a breath as you placed the dog’s nose on yours.

I heard you crying loud, all the way across town
Cause you been searching for that someone
And it’s me out on the prowl
As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself 

Balthazar looked around the bunker was surprised that he wasn’t being told to leave. The song had ended and you pulled your phone out to turn it back on and hit repeat. You smiled and held the pug up in the air again. Balthazar walked around to see everyone was in their rooms to include Crowley who was shackled in the basement for some reason. He finally came to your room and heard a faint bass as he stood there waiting for an opportunity to knock. He shrugged and walked in anyway knowing you had in your headphones. 

Not to his surprise, you were laying in bed listening to the same song over and over again while holding the stuffed dog he got you. He smiled and waited for you to move. You began to mouth the lyrics and just as always you weren’t perfect at it and Balthazar watched with a smile.

Well, I heard it all before, so don’t knock down my door
I’m a loser and a user so I don’t need no accuser
To try and slag me down because I know you’re right

You sat up and tossed the pug at Balthazar whom you knew walked in and stood there like a creep. He caught it with a laugh and sat on the edge of the bed as he waited for you to turn the music off. As you pulled the earbuds out you took a deep breath hoping you would be able to hold a conversation without failing to get your thoughts out in complete sentences. 

“You know if you’re going to get me a dog you should have just gotten me the real thing.” You moved so you were sitting next to him with your legs crossed. 

With a nudge of your shoulder into his you let out a laugh and he snapped his fingers. There was a raspy breathing then a small yelp and the pug that was stuffed was now real as Balthazar held him up to your face then set it in your lap. You let your jaw drop and with another snap the stuffed animal was back to normal and fell off your lap right onto the floor.

“Oh, well I’m not getting up.” You looked at it then at Balthazar and he shook his head while chuckling.

“You are such a peculiar human. You know that?”
“I try to be when you’re around.”
“Well, you are the only one I care to spend my time with. So stop trying so hard.”
“Okay.” You let out a huff of air and rubbed your eye with your knuckles.

Balthazar felt unwelcomed but you were still asking him to say in your prayers and so he sat there conflicted. 

“Want to talk about today?”
“Why not?”
“So what are we going to talk about then?”
“Not today.”
“Why do you care so much?” You asked and raised a brow at your words.

Balthazar glanced at you seeing you had surprised yourself and did he his best to not take that personal.

“Your human. You need a babysitter.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yeah, you kind of do. You all do. So weak and try too hard to do things that you obviously can’t. Like, promise you will be there for someone and then show up the next day upset with the mess they left and blatantly neglected.” He was referring to your last “boyfriend” whom he never learned the name of but was completely jealous of because he got all of your attention. 

The nameless wonder boyfriend was everything you had thought you wanted until you got emotional and he would just up and leave then be an ass when you had questions. He treated you less than what you deserved and it made Balthazar’s skin boil because he saw your beauty for what it is worth and wanted to prove to you that he could give you what you wanted all this time.

“What’s that about?” He wished you hadn’t asked but knew he had set himself for that.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just starting a conversation.”
“Your referring to Dan aren’t you!” You sat up tall and narrowed your eyes as you stood up and crossed your arms over your chest.

“If I was it isn’t like he would know what I’m talking about anyway.” You gasped and snickered knowing that Balthazar knew how dense Dan could be at times.

“Still rude.” You let out a breath and Balthazar stood in front of you letting out an overly exaggerated breath.

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You pulled your head back at his words. He raised a brow and you narrowed your eyes again.

“He never treated you right. You were his bitch and it killed me. You did everything he asked of you but when it came to something you wanted of him it was like pulling teeth. You know I watched over you so many times in your sleep to make sure he wouldn’t pull something. It was heartbreaking. Watching you let yourself be dragged through the mud. And for what? So he would leave you so he could sell his soul for his wife?! His wife! You’re a hunter for fucks sake!” Before he finished you slapped him and he looked back at you to have your hand back on his cheek but then your lips were on his. 

He grabbed your face in his hands as he kissed you back before you got the chance to pull away. When the two of you pulled away you rested your forehead against his nose and he let out a breath before pulling you away to look into your eyes.

“I care about this human and I don’t know what to do. It’s frightening and honestly, it’s quite frustrating too. She’s too fragile. What should I do?” You sucked you your swollen bottom lip as your eyes frantically memorized every feature of his face. 

“I’m not sure.” You were still trying to catch your breath and when you glanced at his lips again he was kissing you again.

He pushed you against the wall and your hands went to his hair as his went to yours. With a gasp for air, you let his hair go and tapped his chest. He chuckled and rested his forehead into the crook of your neck as you leaned into his chest gasping. 

You squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you tried to think of what next and Balthazar began to laugh as he kissed and breathed on your neck.

“Oh, I don’t know about all that. She’s not that type of…”He paused as you pulled his neck up and looked him in the eyes.

“Oh, I guess you are.” His lips were on your neck again.

You let out an obscenely loud moan and Dean jumped up then yelled as he hit his head on the frame of Baby. 

“What the hell was that?” Sam asked as he looked under Baby at Dean who was rubbing his forehead.

“No fucking clue. (y/n) most likely.”
“But doing what?” Sam asked and Dean got out from under Baby as he continued to rub his forehead.

Gabriel laughed as he popped in next to Sam.

“♫(y/n) and balthazar kissing in a bunker♫k-i-s-s-i-n-g♫” He laughed out and was gone before Sam could grab the neck of his jacket.

Sam then looked to Dean and you let out an even louder moan and then Balthazar’s name filled the air. Sam’s eyes grew and Dean clenched his jaw.


Time to review for Italian, in love with Van Gogh always (can you tell he inspired me?), at my favorite milk tea place. My best friend is coming home from Vancouver, so I’m struggling to finish all my work!



Language: Crash Course Psychology #16