it was supposed to be with the surnames

auli’i cravalho’s name

for those of you having difficulty pronouncing her name, the apostrophe in her first name is not actually an apostrophe! its a bit of hawaiian punctuation called an ʻokina. because hawaiian tends to be very vowel-heavy and can have multiple consecutive vowel sounds with no consonants dividing them, the ‘okina serves an indicator of a pause between vowel sounds (a glottal stop if we’re being technical).

so auli’i would be pronounced like OW-LEE-EE rather than OW-LEE. cravalho is likely an anglicization of the portuguese surname, carvalho, which makes sense because hawaii has a pretty large portuguese population. (for example, i have a friend who’s last name, loui, is a messed up attempt at anglicizing the chinese name, liu).

usually the ‘okina is removed from hawaiian words outside of hawaii to avoid confusing people who are unfamiliar with the language’s conventions. for example, hawaii would actually be hawai’i, ohana would be ‘ohana, and luau would be lu’au (there’s actually supposed to be a straight bar above the first ‘u’ called a kahako, which lengthens and emphasizes the vowel, but im too lazy to try to format that lol).

and that concludes this linguistic primer on hawaiian punctuation, have a great day y’all.

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hi this is something i really care about but in the end it’s just me stuttering and fucking up for 10 minutes, please listen to it

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anonymous asked:

IDK if you saw the post about how, before the Death Star plans were captured, the asset Bail was sending was *Leia herself* to Obi-Wan. But I'd like an AU based on that. No Death Star Plans, only a 19-year-old-girl strong in the Force, trying to beat the Empire.

She didn’t—

Luke cocked his head, watching the girl in white move through the marketplace. He couldn’t figure out what it was about her, why one minute he had been engrossed in Waing’s new shipment of power converters and the next he was staring at her, totally unable to tear his eyes away. He wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gone from one to the other, except he had, and now he was watching her. It was important he watch her, he knew it was important, though he couldn’t figure out how he knew that, or why.

It wasn’t that she stood out—sure, no one wore robes of that clean white, not unless they had a lot of slaves or droids to do the laundry for them, and yeah, she was the sort of pale you generally only saw in traders, who spent more time in artificial grav than sunslight. But she could be a water merchant’s daughter slumming it in Toshe, or an off-worlder, taking in the sights. (Not that they had many sights to see in Toshe, Luke thought with a snort.) And nobody else seemed to notice her; she stopped at Kinqua’s stall and dipped her fingers into the bowl Kinqua left out for tasting, and lifted it to her lips, licked the droplets away.

Luke had seen Kinqua casually lop off a child’s hand for that.

Skywalker,” Waing said, startling Luke out of his thoughts. “You made a decision? Or are you just going to keep feeling up my tech until it agrees to go home with you?”

“Cool your drives, Waing,” Luke said mildly, but he was still staring at the girl in white. She had two droids trundling after her, he realized belatedly—an astromech and a protocol droid, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying at this distance. Their lights were flashing, though, and he wished he could read visual binary.

“Oh, I see,” Waing said after a minute, and Luke could hear them smirking. “My tech isn’t all you’re hoping to take back to the Whitesun-Lars homestead.”

Luke felt his face go hot, and he forced himself to look back at Waing. They were smirking. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said coolly, but he couldn’t focus on the power converters anymore. The girl in white, had she—

“Pardon me.”

This close it was abundantly obvious that she wasn’t from Tatooine—no one from this planet carried that air of interestingness with them, like they had a secret that might change the whole course of your life. She must be an off-worlder. “I’m looking for Obi-Wan Kenobi. Do you know where I might find him? I was told he lives near here—”

“Old Ben?” Luke cut in, before Waing could answer. “Do you mean Old Ben?”

The girl in white looked at him for a long moment, and Luke felt the back of his neck heating up. “I don’t know,” she finally said. “Is he near here?”

“Oh, sure,” Luke laughed, more out of relief than anything else. “Old Ben’s just a few klicks from here, he lives near the western gorge—I could take you, if you want,” Luke said quickly, because she looked increasingly put-out, and he felt something in his chest twinge in answer to it.

But she shook her head. “Thank you for the offer, but this is a personal matter.”

“It’ll cost you serious credits if you charter a speeder,” Luke said. “I’m headed that way anyway, let me take you. And your droids. Really,” he said, because she still looked uncertain. “It’s no trouble.”

She looked at him for a long moment, and her dark eyes were very serious. (He liked her eyes, for no particular reason he could figure out.) “My name is Leia,” she finally said, sticking her hand out. 

“Luke,” Luke laughed, taking it and shaking it. It was cool and smooth, and if he’d needed any confirmation she was from off-world, that was it. “Skywalker. My uncle owns a moisture farm in the eastern hemisphere.”

“I’m—not from around here,” she said, and Luke almost laughed because—well, obviously.

“Consider yourself lucky,” Luke said, and something of her tiredness and tightness (why did he know she was tired, down to her bones?) eased. She smiled back, a small smile. Luke counted it as a victory.

“I am C-3PO,” the protocol droid cut in, sticking his head between them as though it would stop them from looking at one another. He was burnished gold, and in the high sunslight it hurt to look at him. “And this is my companion, R2-D2.”

The astromech whistled a greeting, and Luke laughed. “Pleasure to meet—all of you. My speeder’s docked by the Ithorian, if you want…?”

“Hey, Skywalker, aren’t you going to buy anything?” Waing interrupted, and Luke winced, barely managing to tear his eyes away from Leia, who was still smiling, very slightly.

“Sorry, uh—maybe next week?” Luke offered lamely, but he was already ushering Leia and her droids away, and he could hear her laugh, very softly. (His chest fell too full, hearing it.)

It felt strange, formal and right, to help her into the speeder. Her hand in his was a kind of symmetry, inexplicable, the way he knew how a speeder was supposed to fit together, how a full tank of moisture sounded when you rapped it with a knuckle. Organic and totally without reason, their hands fitting together. She still hadn’t told him her surname, if she had a surname. Where she was from. What she was doing here. What her droids were doing here.

Luke couldn’t help but trust her utterly. Otherwise, why did her hand feel like that, resting in his?

What do you need to see Old Ben for?” Luke shouted over the rush of air around the speeder.

I told you,” Leia shouted back. The white hood she wore had fallen back, and her hair was dark. Even carefully styled, those loops over her ears, strands came loose, whipping around her face. “It’s personal!”

They stopped at the farm first, just to refuel and drop off the handful of things Luke did buy—rations, holonews downloads, some sucrose-candies for Aunt Beru. But when they touched down, Owen went white beneath his sunsburn, staring at Leia like she was a creature from another galaxy. “Your Highness,” he breathed, and Luke had to correct him, just an off-worlder looking for Old Ben; don’t pay her any mind. Look, Uncle Owen, I brought you your Almanac—

Leia was silent; picking at a loose thread in her white, white robes.

(Afterwards, she was silent, her arms crossed over her waist. They sped across the desert, which was gathering dark by the armful. “Sorry,” Luke said, trying to keep himself from shivering, “I know it gets cold at night.”

“It’s all right,” Leia said. “On—my planet, it snowed. We had mountains, and we would build whole castles out if it, out of snow. It was beautiful.”

“I’d like to see snow,” Luke said, but he thought it was lost in the sound of the speeder, because she didn’t reply.)

By the time they reached Old Ben’s place, it was dark enough for a lamp to be burning, the light spilling beneath the door and out the window. Luke watched as Leia knocked on the daub doorframe, shivering.

Still, it was worth staying just to watch the flicker of Old Ben’s expression from surprise to shock when he greeted her. He called her by a name that was definitely not ‘leia’ and Luke watched her shoulders hitch. “No,” Leia said finally. “I am Leia Organa, Princess of Alderaan. I am the daughter of Queen Breha Organa and Viceroy Bail Organa, and I am—I am here to beg your aid for the rebellion.”

Luke wasn’t so surprised that he didn’t notice Ben’s eyes cut to him, and then away.

“Princess,” Ben said finally, with an awful heaviness. Luke had brought him ration packs and listened to his stories he had never sounded like that before, like it was something awful and deep beyond saying. “If they sent you to find me, they must be very desperate.”

“No,” she said quickly, and Luke knew she was lying. “No, but—we need Jedi. We cannot go forward, we cannot fight, if the Force is not with us.”

This time, Old Ben’s stare lingered on Leia, then on Luke. He seemed to be making up his mind about something, though Luke couldn’t say what. Old Ben had always struck him as a sort of harmless religious sort; in another world he might have been a Jedi like in the stories, but instead he was a desert madman, talking to the air and clutching at a bit of carbon tubing like it was a lightsaber.

There was nothing harmless about the way he was looking at them now.

“I’ve been happy here,” Old Ben muttered, quietly, like an apology.

“Fine,” Leia said, almost a snarl. Luke could only see her in silhouette, against the light from Old Ben’s hut. He thought suddenly of a predator, something that could leap on the unsuspecting. “But no one ever promised us happiness.”

Luke could see Old Ben’s throat work. “Come in,” he said at last. His gaze darted to Luke, and Luke caught his breath. “What I have to say is—for both of you, now.”

Luke shut off the speeder.

(He had followed Leia into Old Ben’s hut, and didn’t come out the same man. No, not the same man at all.)


this seems like a reasonable way to go about dealing with the haggarium infections, right?

vince still isn’t used to pidge’s… unique way of squirreling around the castle and sourcing materials, especially now he has more free time to juggle projects so you never know the context of what he’s asking for


I’ll bet you anything Elena has been booping Esteban’s nose since they were kids ( he wasn’t amused back then and he certainly isn’t now ).

Thank you so much, guys, for your reblogs and likes and especially the nice tags you left on my previous posts! I’m sorry it was all pretty sad, I promise I’ll post more happy art too (got a Mateo and a Naomi one in the works). So here’s Elena and teenage Esteban!


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About Spanish surnames

I haven’t been on this fandom for a long time but I noticed something that as a Spanish Hetalian really bothers me: the fact that people remove Spain’s first surname when using his human name.

In Spain (I would say in every Spanish speaking country, but I’m not sure if this happens in all of them) we have two surnames. The first one is your father’s surname and the second is your mother’s. This is really cool in my opinion because that way you keep both of your parents surnames. Also, women don’t have to change their surname when they get married.

For example: let’s suppose there’s a couple in which the husband is called Mateo Sánchez Romero and the bride is Marta Pérez López. They have a daughter called Isabel. Her full name would be Isabel Sánchez Pérez. When she’s older she marries a guy called Alberto Ramírez González. Her surnames would still be Sánchez Pérez and if they have kids their surnames would be Ramírez Sánchez.

So, every time you wanna use Spain’s human name you have to use either just the first surname or both of them. You should say “Antonio Fernández” or “Antonio Fernández Carriedo” NOT “Antonio Carriedo”. You should also say “Mister Fernández” or “Mister Fernández Carriedo” but NOT “Mister Carriedo” (it’s better if you use both surnames anyways).

I hope this has helped people to know a bit more about Spanish culture. You may continue on scrolling through your dashboard and do safe fangirling.

The Cliched Best Friend Story

IMAGINE: Blaise is best friend to (Y/N) and Draco. He’s also the best friend who sees everything between the two. He’s made it his sole mission to make sure that (Y/N) and Draco end up together. 

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warnings:  none. fluff? 

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‘Maybe it was just how they acted around each other. Like their souls knew each other from years ago. They clicked. They were best friends. They belonged to each other.’ 

Blaise walked into the common room and was met with a familiar sight, “Well don’t you two look awfully cozy.” (Y/N) and Draco looked up from the couch and directed their gazes to Blaise and then to their intertwined legs. (Y/N) went back to reading her textbook while Draco gave Blaise a withering glare.

Blaise smiled at his best friends and sat down opposite of the couch they were sitting on, “Did you hear that Potter back talked to Snape again?” He received a semi-interested noise from (Y/N), however she never removed her focus from the book. Draco, once again ignored his friend, more interested in playing with (Y/N)’s hair and reading his newspaper.

Blaise leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. He watched in enjoyment as Draco leaned back more on the couch, now slouching however his legs and arms still managing to touch (Y/N)’s. She leaned back into the new position, this now allowed her to see his newspaper as well. This was one of Blaise’s pastimes, observing people especially (Y//N) and Draco. No matter what they said or denied, he truly believed that his two best friends were together. No one can stand Draco for that long, even if they were best friends since they were born. Everyone agreed that they’re somehow together, everyone in Hogwarts has the unofficial bet: ‘When Will (Y/N) and Draco finally admit that they love each other?’. Even Trelawney said that (Y/N) and Draco were highly compatible because their zodiac signs complimented each other which earned eyerolls from the two.

She brought out the best in Draco -the caring and protective side that no one hardly sees, but whenever she’s around or whenever (Y/N) is threatened, Draco will not back down until he hexes them to death, or get his father to liquify the said person’s accounts. He brought out the best in her too. She wasn’t the nicest Slytherin, but she was the most charming one in their house, making even the most hostile Gryffindor wouldn’t be able to deny her a favour if she asked.

Blaise was brought out of his musing when (Y/N) exclaimed in her seat, causing a very much startled Draco to look at her and drop the newspaper. “Is everything okay?”

(Y/N) nodded eagerly, she jumped up from the couch and ran to grab a quill and a piece of parchment, she mumbled to herself for a couple of minutes while scribbling hurriedly. “(Y/N)?” Draco said to her when she finally stopped writing.

She looked at him with a bright smile, one that he couldn’t help but copy, “Sorry. It’s just for the research that my father wants me to do. I found the article that can help it.”

Draco nodded, “I still don’t get why you’re doing this. Your father owns the law firm.”

(Y/N) arched her right brow and looked at Draco, “How many times do I have to tell you that I want to get accepted through my own volition, not because of my surname?”

“Is that supposed to be a dig at me,” Draco smirked and (Y/N) nodded. “That hurts,” he placed a hand on his heart and frowned.

“Shut it Malfoy,” she sat down next to him and looked at the newspaper. “Four across is wrong,” she spoke. Frowning, she looked at the words and the clues, “Got it.”

“It’s not wrong,” Draco bit back, then looked at the paper and frowned. He discreetly waved his wand and (Y/N) caught the action which caused her to laugh. “Don’t tell me what it is.”

They sat there for a good minute, all the while Blaise looking on, a small smile on his face. He watched as (Y/N) scooted closer to Draco, “I have a secret to tell you.”

Draco looked away from the paper, “What is it?”

(Y/N) looked at Blaise and winked, leaned in and whispered something in Draco’s ear. “(Y/N)! I told you not to tell me!”

She fell back into the couch laughing with her eyes closed. (Y/N) opened them again and saw that Draco was pouting, she wrapped her arms around her best friend. “I’m sorry.” She pulled him tighter, then once their faces were a hairsbreadth apart, a grin broke out of her face, “Not!” (Y/N) pushed Draco back into the couch and took off running.


Blaise watched as his two best friends tried ran around the common room, eventually exiting out of it and continuing their childish activity outside. Right then, sitting on the green leather couch, Blaise promised to himself that he would do anything to make sure that those two ended up together.

Conversations rang across the Great Hall, scrapes of knives against toast were also heard. Blaise walked into the hall, a plan in his mind. Last night, he asked Theo what he thought of the plan, all he received was an eye roll, then two minutes later a snore. He took it as an approval. Walking towards his table with confidence he watched as (Y/N) and Draco had their conversation as they sat around their group of friends. Even from the door he could see that their conversation only revolve around them.

“Draco,” he greeted as he sat down, then turned to (Y/N) and did the same. “I need a favour.”

Draco removed his focus from (Y/N) and looked at Blaise, “What is it?”

“There’s this girl that mother’s trying to set me up with and she’s travelled all the way from Italy to have a date with me.”

“I thought you were dating Ginny?” (Y/N) asked, gesturing her head towards the Gryffindor girl.

“I am. Mother won’t believe me that I’m dating a Weasley. So what do you say mate?” Blaise knew that jealousy was the cure to unspoken love. Just a drop will ensure that those two will proclaim their feelings to each other. Unless they were too stubborn too. Blaise hadn’t thought of that, he forgot how prideful the pair of snakes were.

Draco looked at (Y/N) who merely shrugged, “I can’t.”


“I don’t think my girlfriend will appreciate me going on a date with another woman.”

GIRLFRIEND? “Girlfriend?’ Blaise squeaked out. Draco had a girlfriend? A girlfriend. A girl who willingly wants to spend time with Malfoy?

Draco looked at his friend as if Blaise was the dumbest being alive, “Yeah,” he slowly nodded then gestured to (Y/N). “My girlfriend.”

Blaise turned to (Y/N) who had a slight blush and a smile on her face. “Whe..How…Whaaa?”

“Blaise, for the love of god you come from one of the most prestigious families in the world and you can’t even formulate a basic sentence?” (Y/N) remarked and she was rewarded with a low chuckle from Draco.

“But you said that you guys weren’t dating.”

“We said that two years ago,” (Y/N) looked at Blaise. “Are you well? Do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey?”

“When did this happen?”

“A year and a half ago,” Draco answered.


(Y/N) scrunched up her nose, not wanting to tell the story. It wasn’t embarrassing or anything but she knew if she told Blaise, then Blaise would tell Ginny, then Ginny would tell Ron then so on. Just as she was about to open her mouth, the bell rang. She gathered up her belongings, “Sorry must run off. Potions. Snape.” Draco soon followed and nodded his head towards his befuddled friend.

Blaise sat there for a good five minutes trying to figure just how he managed to miss the fact that his two best friends were dating for almost two years. Granted that they were both the most private people that Blaise ever knew and that (Y/N) hardly ever let anyone know anything about her. It took him 13 years to finally know her middle name and that was only because he broke into her father’s office and looked through documents.

“Mr. Zabini, I do hope that you plan on going to your classes and not catching flies all day with your mouth,” Dumbledore’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. He nodded and gave his thanks to the headmaster. As he walked to Potions, he still wondered how he missed the fact that his best friends were dating under his nose. Then a memory came to him.

It was around a year ago, he had detention with Flitwick on a Thursday and as he made his way after dinner he grumbled to himself. After his detention he made his way back to the dorm when he heard noises from one of the other classrooms. Quietly and sneakily as he could, Blaise walked up to the room and opened it slowly. He saw a familiar head, Dracos’ head specifically, and someone else’s. He couldn’t figure who it was.

If he stayed there for maybe another minute he would have figured out but he was rudely interrupted by Filch’s cat. The last thing he saw was brown hair and the last thing he heard was a breathy ‘Malfoy.’

Realisation came to him, “Bloody fuck. It was (Y/N) and Draco.” He blurted out not noticing that he was in Potions and opened the door. Eyes were on him, including (Y/N)’s and Draco’s.

“Mr. Zabini, detention with me this evening.” Snape bit out sharply. “Get to your seat.”

I’m probably not the first one to think about this:

Aizawa probably did not start out in the Heroics department when he enrolled into Yuuei. He was probably in a similar situation to Shinsou, gifted with an amazing quirk but unable to use it to pass the entrance exam due to it not being useful in battle against machines (assuming that they did use some sort of machines in the past for a “fair fight” in the entrance exam). Unlike Yamada, who could yell at things and make them break.

As mentioned, students could transfer into the Heroics department from any other provided they proved themselves during the sports festival. I can just see Aizawa battling with Yamada. Yamada attempting to use his quirk- confused as to why it isn’t working, and then getting thrown to the ground by Aizawa. Aizawa manages to take down other students with Emitter and Transformation type quirks, only to be knocked out of the fight by a Mutant type quirk holder.

A kid with the ability to erase two thirds of the possible quirk classes? Of course he was considered and then transferred to the Heroics department. Only after some harsh training to get his physical skills up to standard. (Like that slightly rougher Shinsou at the beginning of this newest arc.)

This could also explain the walk that Aizawa and Shinsou took at the end of the Sports Festival Arc.

(I know I messed up the name order of Mic. It’s suppose to be Yamada Hizashi. Rushed sketch I apologise for the mishap. This doesn’t usually happen and I usually follow the proper Surname Name order.)


The first thing one has to establish as a shipper is how the two characters meet/get along at the start. With Hanzo and Zenyatta, it could go one of two ways: either Hanzo insults Zen and Zen beans him in the head, or they insult each other in increasingly roundabout (Zen) or increasingly irritated (Hanzo) ways until Hanzo lashes out and then Zen beans him in the head.

Either way, Hanzo’s going to get beaned in the head at some point, all while Zen’s thinking “oh well I suppose stubbornness is a Shimada trait after all” because I’d be willing to bet Genji required a similar approach.

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Could you give me a basic rundown of how radio callsigns work in practice?

Sure. I’m remarkably surprised by how little information is accessible on this on Google.

The tl;dr of call signs is that they’re numerically designated to specific personnel and often titled based on the unit.

Units will have a specially designated call sign. It’s usually based on the name of the unit, but not the letter, meaning Charlie company wouldn’t use Charlie or C. But if Charlie Company’s like…title mascot thing is Warriors, then the call sign might be Warrior, or something thematically related to warriors like Sword. 

The highest ranking officer, in most cases a company commander, will be call sign number 6. So to call your officer it’d be Warrior 6. The senior NCO, typically a first sergeant, would be Warrior 7. 1-4 will usually refer to the various platoon leaders, so Warrior 1 might be first platoon. There might be an additional designation for the platoon sergeant, such as Warrior 1A, or the platoon sergeant might be Warrior 1. Depends on the unit. 5 would usually be the XO. 

So a call sign list might look something like:

Warrior 1 - 1st Platoon
Warrior 2 - 2nd Platoon
Warrior 3 - 3rd Platoon
Warrior 4 - 4th Platoon
Warrior 5 - Company XO
Warrior 6 - Company Commander
Warrior 7 - Company First Sergeant

Not every soldier has a unique call sign and surnames are not used as call signs. You might have a unique codeword to refer to your specific section, but that’s about it. For units with less than four platoons, Warrior 4 might be delegated to someone else, maybe logistics or maintenance or something.
Supposedly saying “Actual” is supposed to indicate that the person speaking is the actual person speaking rather than a commo guy doing it in their stead, but I’ve got no personal experience with this. 

Finally, a note to remember that all soldiers are trained to use a radio. There’s not always going to be a commo guy (probably a 25C) with complete control over the radio. Everyone should know how to use radio etiquette as well, which is another mythical TBA original post I’d like to make at some point.

I hope this is enough to get you started!


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Castle on the hill

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Genres: a lot of angst, mention of tortures (nothing descriptive), fluff
Words: 3.330
Summary: Based on “Castle on the hill” by Ed Sheeran; a story of reader’s and Bucky’s meeting, getting together and then parting. There’s a happy ending, thou. 

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Word count: 1,680

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Originally posted by c-sand

A/N: Italics are flashbacks and reader is 18.

Sitting in the farthest booth from the entrance at Pop’s, you furrowed your eyebrows and smiled as one of your friends finished his story about Cheryl Blossom. He was in an on-and-off kind of relationship with the redheaded girl and everyone in town had their own opinion about it, but what they didn’t say was that he was the shoulder to cry on for Cheryl after Jason’s death. Although you didn’t know him personally, you heard enough about the Blossom twins the day you stepped foot in Riverdale High for the first time.

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Seven Things About Supernatural: 12x11 - “Regarding Dean”

Let me begin with the caveat that I prepared myself for this episode thus: 

Not pictured: the communal emergency ice cream.

In my defense, the wine was for @treefrogie84​, but I did finish the dregs so that she could have, you know, a work night, and I did several shots in rapid succession about 2/3 of the way though the ep.  SO.

  1. Hey, so y’all remember when Dean took a depressing shower in 9x18, and we reblogged it for years because wet Dean is nice to look at?  Yeah, Dean riding a mechanical bull in slo-mo is this year’s shower, and I a-fucking-okay with that.  

    And really, let’s just take a moment to appreciate that a) the bull’s name is Larry, b) Dean was canonically an “amazing” rider, c) so amazing that he also had some kind of sexual experience with an on-duty waitress afterward, d) this all goes down at a place called The Pickle Jack Shack, and e) and that montage ends in Dean falling back on the bull, sensually – as if spent – to the words “my son you’ll be a man.”

    Because you guys, that right there?  That thing where Dean is totally unapologetic about either experience, and is not put off by Sam pointing out that the bull’s name is Larry and then not being like, “OKAY, BUT FOCUS ON THE CHICK” is possibly the queerest thing that has crossed my screen in the last 48 hours.  If you’re not reading dean as bi/pan/queer – and probably a versatile power bottom – I am not sure what I can do to convince you at this point.
  2. I think a lot of us went into this episode expecting the memory loss Dean experiences to be chronological, when really it was multiple waves of degradation.  It starts with a period of unconsciousness and a blackout of the night before, and then progresses from simple forgetting and difficulty with basic things into increasing helplessness and innocence.  

    What’s interesting is that Dean himself never really goes away.  He loses his sophistication and a lot of his affect, becoming more and more innocent as he goes, but his moral compass and drive to help others never disappears.  There are things that are in Dean’s nature that are shaped by nurture, but they’re always there.  

    He’s silly.  He loves what he loves.  He does not like being a killer.  He does not like arguments in which the ends are supposed to justify ugly means.  Even when he is losing everything up to and including his name, these things are true.  

    (Incidentally, the mirror scene is where I started drinking in earnest.)
  3. Ooh, this is an interesting ep for Watching While Pagan.  

    - The glyph Gideon (whose family appears to be Irish based on their surname, though given names are a bit wonky) uses is ogam.  Ogam is an Irish alphabet developed in either just before or right around the time of Christianization in Ireland.  The alphabet was later popularized by the Welsh “Druid Revival,” which was separated by centuries from actual druids in the sense of the priestly/scholarly class among ancient Celtic language speaking peoples.  The “language of trees” stuff is also a late invention by Robert Graves; most ogam are not named for trees or associated with them necessarily in older lore.

    - The characters of the glyph written strangely in the sense that it’s got diagonal feda on two axes, while the ogam alphabet only has diagonals going in one direction.  It doesn’t make sense for the reversed diagonals to be read alone – they’re the same fid! – and vertical ogam is traditionally read bottom to top.  

    - Ignoring orientation issues, the characters are (from bottom to top) MUIN - neck, trick; GORT - field, garden, MUIN (again); and NGETAL - wound, charm.  From right to left, IPHIN - sweetness, and UILLEND - elbow.  As a collection of things, it’s a reasonably coherent charm because it twists/bends, works with the physician’s skill, ruins the garden with tricks, etc.

    - Also, “ancient Druid” is not a language, and Celts were not a homogenous group but a broadly dispersed collection of cultures and peoples who shared a language group.  SO.
  4. I have not always been a fan of Rowena – her early arc was uncomfortably familiar to me in bad ways – but I really loved her in this episode.  

    In terms of the present she’s learning to adapt and thrive on her own terms, fnding new and satisfying ways to make her way – including, apparently, playing high-stakes poker in the most atmospheric server closet ever – but we’re also getting more glimpses of her as a whole person with a history.  

    More and more we’re seeing Rowena as someone who has survived as an underdog, who has been rejected over and over because she wasn’t what other witches considered worthy.  She’s still not the greatest of witches – Catriona Loughlin immobilizes her relatively easily – but she’s still got significant skill, especially if she’s got good documentation at hand.  She’s also got some regrets, and a grudging respect for the Winchesters’ work and world view. 

    I’m tempted to say that Rowena is becoming Sam’s Crowley in the sense that she’s the one he hates to need when things are happening that he lacks the esoteric chops to handle.  Also, like Crowley, she’s got the measure of the boys well enough to leave Dean a series of progressively more hilarious notes in the Impala.  

    Also, she gives her poppets googly eyes.  GOOGLY EYES.  That alone is Witch Goals, frankly.  
  5. Lots of really excellent brother moments, mostly at Dean’s expense. Sam takes him to task and gives him shit for what looks like a deeply irresponsible night, is amused/smug/teases him about not remembering “blowing off steam” with Elka, etc.  The Post-Its are also great, because they’re this simple gesture that highlights Sam doing his best to be helpful and protective.  Dean may win, though, simply for having the sheer gall to prank Sam with Rowena’s help.

    Also, did anyone else get the impression that Dean remembered his ordeal afterward?  Because the BM scene at the end made it seem to me that he did, or at least had some strong impressions of what happened.   
  6. Okay, but can the record reflect that this episode put Jared’s supports for waffles over pancakes into Dean’s mouth?  

    (From Houscon 2016 - video starts at 13:34)

    Audience Member: “PANCAKES OR WAFFLES?”
    Jensen: “Pancakes or waffles?  Again, solid question.  I’m gonna go flapjacks.”
    Jared: “And true to form, I’m gonna go waffles.  You get more syrup to surface ratio on the waffles.”
    Jensen: “This is why pancakes: waffles catch the syrup.  The syrup spills off of pancakes and onto my bacon.  ‘Cause maple bacon?  Come on!”
    Jared: “Bacon wasn’t a part of this conversation, Jensen!”
    Jensen: “It is now!  And you know it’s always a part of the conversation.  Bacon’s never off-limits.”
    Jared: “Waffles – waffles are like several little bowls –” 
    Jensen: “This is not a debate!”  
    Jared: “You can dip your bacon in the waff–” 
    Jensen: “I just said that maple syrup blends with the bacon.”
    Jared: “I can use the bowl of syrup to pick up the bacon.”
    Jensen: “I hate your face.”  

    Meredith Glynn, we salute you. 
  7. If you want to do yourself significant personal injury, go listen to and/or read the lyrics to “Broomstick Cowboy” and think about Dean Winchester.  

Bonus Thing: KUMA.  KUUUUMA.

Bonus Thing #2: So are we entering tonight’s roofies-that-were-not-roofies into the litany of ways in which the show has talked about sexual assault with men as the targets?  It’s ambiguous – it’s a pretext, not reality – but as the conversation continues between Sam and Elka, you see her shift from ha-ha, these guys are dicks to oh shit, oh shit, this guy got hurt and I maybe hurt him too.  That was…uncomfortably real. 

Bonus Thing #3: Dean Winchester will man the flashlight.  Good job, Dean. 

Hello tumblr, I hope you want the next bit of Luke Sunborn Has A Really Bad Time At A Fancy Elf Party, because here it is:

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It was amazing what a difference having Elliot at the party as well made. Before Luke had felt bored and awkward and vaguely worried he was doing the wrong thing. Now he had something to watch, and even though he was still standing awkwardly by himself not talking to anyone, having Elliot to watch made him forget all about it.

Elliot was clearly having a fantastic time. He flirted shamelessly, batting his eyelashes, ducking his head, smiling little tremulous smiles which Luke knew were nothing like the real thing. At one point he was actually twining a stray red curl around a finger as he talked to a woman twice his age. A year ago Luke would have been watching the whole thing with a vague undirected irritation that he would probably have shouted at Elliot about later. It was weird to recognise that past feeling as barely squashed jealousy. Luke didn’t feel it now. Instead he watched Elliot cutting a swathe through the room with admiration. He was so good-looking, and he was having such a good time. Part of Luke still wanted to lash out at the women who were leering at Elliot and then hide him up a tree somewhere, but that part was small next to the part of him that thought Elliot should always have a roomful of people to impress. He seemed almost to shine. Luke himself could not have done anything like it if he tried.

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jemsquash  asked:

You're the perfect mix of salty and logical and I need help writing about a Naruto fail close to your heart. How do you think a situation would go with someone directly confronting Hiruzen about smol Naruto's living situation? I'd like to have a character reach over and throttle him, but that's probably not the right way to deal with a military dictator. Would he fail to see the problem, or play the bigger picture card?

There’s a plot hole here that I think is basically impossible to reconcile and which is caused by Kishimoto’s poor planning.

Basically, from a meta story perspective, Naruto needs to be in the dark about his origins. So the story tries its “everyone in the village is forbidden to talk about Naruto actually having the Nine Tailed Fox sealed within him and also him being the Fourth’s son, and also we’re going to give Naruto his mother’s surname” The reason being “to protect Naruto from enemies of the village/his father.”

Okay so far as it goes. Yes, it’s impossible in reality to expect an entire city to be able to keep that kind of a secret, especially in a world where we’re shown that the villages actively spy on each other, but I might be willing to suspend disbelief for that.

The problem is that Kishimoto then decided to make Naruto’s mother the previous jinchuuriki and to make her clan, the Uzumaki, such a powerful and famous clan that the swirl symbol everywhere in Konoha was in their honour. This immediately makes the entire thing absurd and goes beyond “willingly suspend your disbelief” level for me, personally. In what possible universe could giving Naruto the surname Uzumaki hide him from enemies? In the universe Kishimoto gave him that surname–a universe where the surname Uzumaki didn’t mean anything much.

So you’ll need to be careful writing any scene touching on this issue because the second you draw the reader’s attention to it, everyone realizes how absurd the situation is and the stated reasoning behind Naruto’s growing up in ignorance falls to shreds. An idiot wouldn’t come up with that kind of plan, and Hiruzen is supposed to be this extremely smart guy? It just doesn’t work as anything except “the writer fucked up and decided he wanted the Uzumaki to be awesome more than he wanted continuity”.

Sooooo let’s agree to retcon “we kept your heritage a secret to hide you from enemies!!!!” Because that’s bullshit. Cool. Now what?

A more plausible reason for the facts we want to keep for meta reasons–Naruto doesn’t know who he is, what’s inside him, and why–is that Naruto’s background is being specifically held back from Naruto and the other children because the adults don’t know how a small child will handle that kind of information. It’s being kept from Naruto because he might freak out (in a really BIG way), and it’s being kept from his peers because kids might blurt that kind of thing out.

Under this scenario, Naruto’s surname is changed in case Naruto would draw the connection to the surname of the Fourth (whose face looks a lot like Naruto).

I know fandom likes to write “people were constantly beating Naruto up” type scenarios for Naruto’s childhood, and then lately SP has been coming out with the opposite, in those weird filler episodes where Naruto was buddies with everyone (fuck outta here with that shite), but what I see in the manga, and what honestly makes a lot of sense, is not that he was persecuted, just that he was shunned, that businesses locked their doors when they saw him coming and mothers pulled their kids off the playground and ran home.

Why do I say it makes a lot of sense? Well, when Kishimoto wrote the Chuunin Exams and everything with Gaara he hadn’t actually come up with the jinchuuriki concept yet, but we’ll pretend we’re dealing with a reality in which “jinchuuriki” is a known concept. At the same time as Naruto is alive, there is a jinchuuriki of his age in an allied village who keeps killing people. All the sordid details of his infancy and early childhood probably wouldn’t have filtered to the outside world, but “baby tailed beast holder keeps killing adult ninjas” absolutely would have.

In such a world, would you want to go near your village’s Sealed Evil in a Baby? We might like to think we would, and while somebody should have (more on that in a minute), the fear is pretty rational here, and especially not wanting your kid to play with this kid. But you’re forbidden from telling your kid why. So you just gotta say “don’t play with that kid because He’s Bad.”

Now, further thought on Naruto’s living situation. It’s pretty obviously the norm in Naruto society for orphans to live alone. Not only Naruto, but Iruka, Kakashi, and Sasuke are all shown as living alone while academy aged. So in one sense, Hiruzen isn’t giving Naruto any kind of especially cruel treatment here; it’s just that it’s a cruel society generally. But it’s consistent with “society that has child soldiers,” so I’d say this is decent worldbuilding, really.

Therefore it would be difficult to believably get someone entrenched in this society to call this out, you’d have to really work at it. Kakashi, who lived it, isn’t appalled by Naruto living alone; he’s appalled by Naruto not doing his chores. Iruka, who also lived it, doesn’t quite come to the point of fully realizing that this is wrong, but he does empathize with Naruto and acknowledge the pain of the living situation, even if he isn’t to the point of saying that Naruto shouldn’t be in that living situation.

Okay, so where could someone within this society believably call Hiruzen out and actually have the hit connect? I think it’s going to be two points:

1. Minato and Kushina specifically asked Hiruzen to care for Naruto. Hiruzen may think his “kindly hair ruffle when I see him around” etc act is enough to fulfill this promise, but I think he could be nailed on this point.

2. Hypocrisy of Konohamaru’s treatment vs. the other orphans. Ohhhhh boy is this one ripe for exploitation and if I was going to have a character call Hiruzen out, this is the bell I would ring. Why doesn’t Naruto have a private tutor? I’m gonna repeat that again and bold it, Why doesn’t Naruto have a private tutor? He’s a jinchuuriki, who are supposed to become weapons for their village–why aren’t they training their own weapon?!

Okay, I hope that helps, and please send me a link to your writing when you post it! :D

anonymous asked:

[ Heya! I hope I'm not coming in too late while you're full or anything, but I really liked your writing and how the three babs would reacted to the breakup texts. (hurts just thinking about it) I would like to see how you would portray Kirishima's reaction to the fake breakup text. It's such a cruel concept but I can't deny the fact that I would like the same request with him in it. I hope the reader would give him plenty of consoling even if it wasn't their fault. COMFORT HIM PLZ ]

THESE are the first prank break-up headcanons I did, they’re for Todoroki, Katsuki, and Izuku.

 THESE are the prank break-up headcanons for Tamaki and Dabi.

It was very hard to imagine putting this sweet lil boy through so much pain, but I hope you’re satisfied with the way I wrote this:’)

Kirishima Eijirou

  • Eijirou has never been so confused in his life before, because when he saw you at school today, you’ve been nothing but sweet to him. Just like you always were. In fact, there wasn’t anything suspiciously off about you today. You just acted like your usual self, and there weren’t even the smallest of signs that could have led him to expect this kind of text message from you. 
  • It was just so sudden that he has to think things through before he would reply. He spends a few minutes struggling to figure out where all of this was coming from. Was it him? Did he do something to upset you? 
  • Not knowing what he did to make you resort to such a decision was torturing him. He felt terrible just thinking that his actions had displeased you.
  • He considers calling one of his friends to ask them what he was supposed to do, or if they had any idea why you suddenly wanted to break up with him. But after thinking it through, he decides that it was a better idea to just ask you.
  • Except the problem is that he isn’t sure how. Your boyfriend was already used to your loving attitude, so he was naturally confused how to react when the message consisted of a single sentence, “Kirishima, I think we should break up.”, with no explanation whatsoever. Another thing was the way you called him by his surname, which was also very unusual of you. You usually called him “Ei” or “Eiji”, and more oftenly by some cute nickname. Only when you weren’t really in the mood would you use his first name fully, but never his last.
  • He is now completely convinced that he did something wrong, and that you must have been really serious about breaking up since you didn’t seem to even want to talk about it, completely ignoring the texts he sent back.
  • At this point, he begins to fall apart, trying again and again to figure out what he did wrong.
  • It just all felt so bitter to the point he starts unintentionally crying, and he feels even more terrible because of it. He feels like he doesn’t have the right to cry when you were the one who wasn’t treated right by him.
  • His chest starts to hurt, and the fact that you still weren’t replying only added weight onto his shoulders. 
  • For a moment, Eijirou considers going over to your house to talk things through, but what if you didn’t want to see him? You were barely replying to his texts as it was, and he just doesn’t want to bother you until the moment you’d be ready to talk to him about it yourself.
  • But he can’t deny how much your absence makes him hurt. He wants to reach out to you and apologize for all of his mistakes, he wants to make sure you weren’t hurting as much as he was because of any stupid thing he could have done to you. 
  • It’s beginning to get dark, and Eijirou doesn’t bother to turn on the lights. He keeps on waiting for a reply that doesn’t seem like coming any moment sooner. Or so he thought, until his phone lights up and he nearly falls off the couch out of surprise. 
  • The text was brief, but it managed to stir up a lot of unexplainable emotions in his chest. 
  • Hey, I’m coming over. I need to talk to you about something”
  • As quickly as he can, Eijirou wipes away the tears from his face and uses his fingers to brush away his spikes of hair that were sticking out in unnatural directions. It didn’t help much though, his eyes are still puffy and red, and his hair is still slightly messy. But the knock on the door comes sooner than he expected, and he doesn’t have much time left to make himself look a little more presentable.
  • He swings the door open without much hesitance. He was desperate to see your face and pour out all of his apologies. In fact, he’d do anything to make you forgive him.
  • For a moment, the both of you stand there in silence, surprised to see how broken the other seemed. Even though it’s still dark because Eijirou hadn’t turned on the lights, he can clearly pinpoint how upset you seem. Then he remembers what he needed to tell you.
  • You’re even more surprised when he looks like he’s about to cry and begins to go on and on about how much he regrets mistreating you, or ever making you feel displeased or doubt your relationship with the boy. He doesn’t even seem like he’s planning to stop. 
  • At least, not until you pull him into your arms and for the first time, he hears you cry. He wants to ask if you’re alright, but your state seems to say otherwise. He doesn’t even know that you’re upset for him, upset that your friend had thought it would be funny to pull up such a joke on your boyfriend. You were sure that it was bothering him all day, and you felt at fault for not finding out sooner.
  • Finally, you start explaining everything, the text message and who had sent it. Now it’s your turn to apologize, but you don’t get to say much because Eijirou grabs onto your shoulders tightly and stares into your eyes seriously, despite how his voice quivers slightly when he speaks.
  • “S-so, we’re not breaking up, yeah?”
  • The way he looks at you so hopefully makes you feel glad to be able to finally fix the little mess your friend caused, and it made you smile at him, making him a little confused. You shake your head vigorously, then wrap your arms around him again.
  • Eijirou, however, starts to tear up again. You look up at him with sheer worry, feeling beyond torn apart to see him like this. You cup his cheeks with your hands gently, giving him an understanding look.
  • “Hey, don’t cry. It’s okay, I’m here.”
  • This only causes his sobs to get more violent. You knew that your boyfriend was very strong and had been more confident in himself lately, so the break-up prank from your friend must have taken a large impact on him. All you can do now is comfort him, and you definetely don’t mind doing so, no matter how much you would need to. As long as it’ll make him feel better, you’d do anything.
  • Eijirou places his hand over yours, as if he has to make sure you were really there, and that he wasn’t just dreaming. You begin to draw circles in the small of his back and slowly lead him towards the couch in his living room.
  • “It’s okay to cry, Eiji. If you need anything, I’m right here. I love you, okay? I promise I would never do something like that to you. It’s okay now.” You say all of the sweet things you could think of, and his crying lessens a tad bit, just enough for him to be able to talk properly.
  • You’re beyond shocked when he admits that the entire time, he felt like it was his fault. In fact, he still does. Even though you tell him repeatedly that he did absolutely nothing wrong, he just can’t shrug off the feeling.
  • You tell him that it’s alright, again and again, until you realize that perhaps he just needed to cry and let his feelings out. So you let him, listening intently and comforting him when needed.
  • Finally, he lets out a sigh, and it’s silent for a long moment. In fact, you almost think he’s asleep as you feel the slow and steady breathing of his chest underneath you. Then he turns to you, he apologizes for having you see him like this, and that you even had to put up with him. You, of course, tell him that it was alright and that you wouldn’t mind comforting him whenever he’d need it again.
  • Another moment of silence commences, until he hesitantly asks a question. He was shy to have to ask for a confirmation like this, but he desperately needed to hear you say it again.
  • “(y/n), I’m sorry, but… You really promise we’re not breaking up, right?”
  • You’re a little taken aback to know that he was still nervous about the break up, but you reply immideately, that yes, you weren’t planning to anytime sooner, and that you really loved him and wouldn’t change anything about him.
  • Something about the way you said it so surely makes him light up again. Your boyfriend shifts closer to you and gives you a warm wide smile. You return it just as genuinely, feeling relieved that he is finally letting himself relax.
  • Eijirou feels a tremendous amount of joy as he pulls you closer and begins pecking your face repeatedly, in between he slips in a “thank you”, then an “I love you, too”.
  • You giggle at his actions and tighten your hold around him.
  • Honestly, neither of you have ever felt so thankful to have eachother.

The name “Ursula” comes from “ursa” (bear) and is probably supposed to be based off of the Ursa Major/Minor constellations, yeah?

Her made-up surname, Callistis, likely comes from Callisto, a nymph in Greek myth who was turned into a bear and placed among the stars as Ursa Major (her son Arcas joined her as Ursa Minor).

so basically chariot’s teacher name is just one big space bear joke based off of the shiny rod’s stars being the big dipper constellation (ursa major’s tail)