people with nice accents

the first time bitty says he has a “hankerin’” for something, holster laughs so hard he ends up rolling on the floor. bitty just gives him a murderous glare and walks away

he also sends out the following mass text to everyone except holster:

holster has lost pie privileges. anyone who gives him pie will also lose pie privileges. do not test me.

the text manages to frighten everyone enough that they don’t even acknowledge holster when he asks them for a slice of the pie they’re eating. he cracks about a week in, and when he tells bitty that he’s really sorry and he won’t laugh at him again and can he please have some pie bc it smells so good, bitty’s like “would you say you have a hankerin’ for some pie, holster?”

holster nods, straightfaced, but bitty just looks at him, waiting.

holster sighs, “bitty, I have a hankerin’ for some pie.”

to which bitty smiles and replies, “well honey, why didn’t you just say so?”

We Intertwined: Ch. 1

An Ignis Scientia Story

AO3 | Chapter 2
Word Count: 1,600

@ladyscientia @chocobro-daydreams @chocobrodreamteam @iinkpools @mistressoli @cupnoodle-queen @itshaejinju  

Ever since he was a child, Ignis had a curious mind. He was always seeking knowledge, always curious to know minute facts about seemingly insignificant things. He wanted to know about the geography of Eos, the traditions of the Lucian royal line, the tales of Ramuh and Shiva. He loved hearing those stories, loved falling asleep to his mother’s voice, telling him about the might of the Archaean.

But Ignis’ favourite bedtime story by far was the one about soulmates.

“It’s said that everyone has a soulmate,” she’d told him one night, running her slim fingers through his tawny hair. “The Astrals created life on Eos. Creatures that walked on four legs with four arms and two heads. They had two hearts, two brains, and two souls. The gods were so afraid of their power that they split them in two, and humans have been wandering Eos in search of their missing halves ever since.”

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After I spent nearly half of my morning trying to give a friend a futile ‘Raiding in GW2 101‘ presentation (because he’s a great friend, but he has trouble grasping that you can’t go into raiding with a warrior in nomad’s gear and expect people to let you stick around if you pull aggro from the tank) I’m having this urge to make tutorial videos again.

Not even really about the mechanics or the meta builds, there are plenty of videos about that, but the sort of “if it’s your first time on the rodeo and you want to get into it quickly, here are some easy, sought-after and/or cheap classes to pick up“ deal. (It’s warrior for easy and sought-after, but not necessarily cheap, guardian or power engi for easy and cheap but not the most useful, tempest for sought-after and cheap but not all that easy and magi druid if all three.)

The “don’t go into the training Xera squad because that’s really not a good place to start“ kind of thing. Don’t be afraid to go in wearing exotics if you are on a class that brings more utility than damage. Don’t throw out the decor items dropping from the bosses because squads can ask for kill proof. For the love of everything if you start to tilt the moment you hear the boss theme turn down the music.

And if I ever get around to it probably an basic guide to Slothasor and co, because there are bosses that have very few if any good, comprehensive guides.

anonymous asked:

I think it's just me who has shitty excuses to learn a new language. Like, I learned english with the mainly purpose to read fanfictions and now that I'm running out of fanfics, I begin to learn french. '-' i'm feel stupid. Oh and I was wondering why accent is so important and trying to sound like a native is so pursued by us? (it's a legit question and I don't know why i feel this need to complete erase my accent)

They are your reasons and they are valid, so stop worrying about why you learn a language. As long as you are motivated everything is good.

About the accent part, we probably want that because we live in a society where people are pressured to have a perfect accent or to have none because people make a lot of fun of you if you sound “different”. It’s something unconscious. You probably saw/heard about how others have a hard time because they have a different accent.
To be honest, i don’t care about my accent at all, except the one for French. Why? My French teacher used to make jokes/insults and i got to the point where i refuse to use French. (Unless i have to)

So see, it’s somehow our way of wanting to integrate because if are different we are harassed and that’s not okay at all. If you are harassed for something you can’t change in 10 seconds the other person should shut up and more than that, the people who are mean to other for being/sounding different should be ashamed of themselves.

I find it amusing to be honest. How something so unimportant is such a big deal. It doesn’t matter if you have a perfect grammar or a gigantic vocabulary, if you got an accent that’s not “nice” or “cool”, people got a reason to make jokes, while if you do something similar to them they say they are hurt.

So yeah, that fear of accents is not something we caused but others and we feel that we have to be perfect in order to integrate in a society where the package is more important than the content.

Sorry for the long answer, i just hate how people feel they have to achieve something only to please others in order to be accepted.

of piano players and restaurants

Genre: can you guess it?

Words: 7.970, Jesus Christ. I need to be stopped.

Warnings: Alcohol is mentioned like… twice…

Summary: Phil is a waiter working in his best friend’s restaurant. One day, when the owners decide to hire a new pianist since their last one was a complete fail, Phil is kind of skeptical about it — can you blame him? The last pianist was insane — but once he meets Dan Howell, he realizes it’s not as bad as he thinks.

a/n: Again. One of those stories that I could’ve left at 2k but then I went, “THESE CHARACTERS DESERVE MORE AND SO DOES THE STORY AND I CARE ABOUT IT TOO MUCH TO LEAVE A NORMAL ENDING,” so yeah. God. I need lessons on how to not let myself get carried away.

This is also for my beautiful beautiful friend/wife Ravie, whose birthday is in like two weeks and a couple of days but I like to give her earlier presents. (also hi Ravie. It’s just a habit to give you longfics as presents whoops.)

(also it’s getting really ironic how I can only write cheesiness when I hear Hyper Music.)

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Dæmon Headcanons #3
  • Entire clothing lines making winter clothes for dæmons; snake scarves and macaw hats and raccoon mittens. Specially-made clothes that have Christmas or Hanukkah symbols.
  • Harry Potter merchandise. Imagine an entire store in Harry Potter world totally for dæmons: tigers and owls with Ravenclaw scarves, Gryffindor snow leopards and Slytherin falcons and Hufflepuff badgers or sun bears.
  • Graduation caps for dæmons; corsages or something similar for brides’ and grooms’ dæmons. Some variation on engagement rings?
  • Jewellery and nice scarves for fancy occasions. In this case, people would probably choose their outfit so that it nicely accents their dæmons.
  • Traditional clothes, too, though. Crowns for monarchs’ dæmons. Coronation wear, with just as much pomp and shine as their person’s outfit.
  • Bluetooth headsets so that dæmons can listen to the same music as their people!

                                                                                                        – Raylen

anonymous asked:

What do Spaniards think of Scotland?? - from a Scot who is half Spanish 👍👍

-fave accent 10/10 love it

-really nice people

-it’s always raining

-S O   G R E E N 

-witchcraft 

-oil and gas reserves in the North Sea 

-scottish gaelic is an amazing language keep it up

-kinda our cousins because celts were also in galicia

-the loch ness monster is real fight me

-by yon bonny banks and by yon bonnie braes when the sun shine bright on loch lomond 

(click here for stereotypes from last summer)

cellarmonsters

“I know that feeling,” he laughs,
shaking his head. “Me mum and I
moved from New Zealand to the states
a few years back. From Boston and here
we are. Beacon Hills sounds like somewhere
decent for people who want quiet lives,”
he chuckles.

“The Reader’s. It’s just a small thing,
a small business to pass the time with,” he
smiled.

“New Zealand, huh? Guess that explains the accent. It’s nice. Bet people quiver when you pull out the accent on them, huh?” He asked with a grin. Not a ton of people around Beacon had accents. The only one he could think of right away had tried to kill his friends to get to him. He could see the appeal in them, though.

“Yeah, that was it! People from Beacon like going to your place to look for good books.”

anonymous asked:

ok here's the thing I just really don't get this whole fetishizing Asians concept? it just isn't making sense to me. I truly DO love Asian culture and in terms of looks, I find Asian features really attractive! if you put 2 decent looking men in front of me and one of them was Asian, I would pick the Asian person. YES, I understand personality and all that is important, but we are talking about preferences in looks here. EVERYONE has a preference in looks, its impossible not too.

everyone has something they find attractive: “i love people with british accents”, or “i think middle eastern girls have really nice cheekbones.” idk. for me its Asian. of course this is a generalization, no one is going to go into absolute specific detail on everything they like in a person. and obviously i understand that not EVERY single Asian person is what I think they might be. they are people and ALL have their own personalities, but at initial meeting, I’ll most likely be drawn to them.

i’ll be drawn to them because im intrigued by them. and this doesn’t apply to only those I think are “hot”, this is applies to anyone because I always wanna talk to them, I always wanna get to know about them and their way of life because I genuinely find it INTERESTING. because of this, I tend to automatically get excited when I meet Asian people, but is that so wrong?

its not like its BAD is it? its like saying I like action movies; yea sure i’m grouping them and they aren’t ALL actually my preference but im just saying in general I like the genre (ive looked through the korea/notkorea blog and Idk if the previous statement will sound offensive bc apparently you guys don’t like analogies of any kind).

also in korea theyre constantly talking about ideal type and what they like in terms of looks, how is that any different? (is that only idols? I doubt it since its such a hot topic) please don’t say that I shouldn’t say anything based on just variety shows, dramas, etc. bc the thing is those are all PART of Korean culture so what am I supposed to do if not get an impression from it? im not trying to attack anything im just explaining my views on the situation and I want to understand you.

my point is that I just don’t get how what I feel is wrong. everyone, literally every human being has a preference. yea sometimes on tumblr posts, for humor or exaggeration purposes, people might say something that is a total and complete overgeneralization but it doesn’t make sense to hate us for that. we are smart enough to know that looks AREN’T everything. I just feel like this whole thing is blown out of proportion, especially since we aren’t saying anything bad….just sometimes too good?

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Chemistry & Disney Movies

So, today was the day you got your test results back. Your heart skipped a beat when the teacher said your name. “(Y/N)!” He called out and walked over to you. Taking a huge breath, you took the folded paper from his hand and turned it halfway around before stopping. Quickly, you placed the paper back down onto your desk praying that you’d seen it wrong. Your heart was racing a hundred miles an hour. /A C-?/You thought to yourself. /There’s no way I could’ve gotten a C-. I studied that time!/ But then again, Chemistry was not your best subject. As you started to feel queasy, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.
​The walk home wasn’t as bad as you’d expected mainly because your best friend, Teresa, offered to walk home with you. “Don’t worry, (Y/N), I’m sure that your parents will understand. I mean, it’s not like they offered you a tutor or anything. Did they help you at all?” You shake your head, wishing they had. After all, they were scientists. They definitely could’ve helped you…if they weren’t working in their lab all day searching for some cure for a rare virus called The Flare. Honestly, they were barely ever home. Teresa coughed, separating you from your thoughts. “Ahem. Earth to (Y/N). Did you hear a single word I just said?” “Um… yes? Something about a tutor and—” “YES!” She exclaimed. “Exactly! See, Thomas—“ She paused, giggling. She and Thomas had recently started dating and…well… lets just say she was still excited about it. “Anyway. Yeah, well, Thomas is friends with this super genius guy. I’m sure he’d tutor you! I mean, if you still need it.” “Uh, I guess so…” You trailed off as Theresa squealed. “Just meet me at my locker tomorrow morning and we can get everything started! Oh, this is my house. Wait, you knew that already, okay. Bye!” Theresa buried her face into her phone as she walked into her house.
​The cool breeze felt nice and the crunch of the autumn leaves let every living creature—at least, anything that was awake at 7 in the morning—know that you were coming. The scene quickly changed once you stepped foot into school. “Heads up!” You whirled around to see a basketball flying at your face. A flash of something ran by you and caught the ball just as it was about to hit your face. You pushed up your glasses to see who was the thrower and of course, it was Gally. “Sorry!” He yelled over to you. “You know, you’re lucky I caught that because it would’ve hit you square in the face. You looked like a deer in headlights.” Minho tried to mimic you, looking more surprised than shocked. He chuckled. “Hey, have you seen Thomas anywhere? I’ve been looking for him…” “Oh, he’s probably by Teresa. I’m on my way over there if you want to come with.” You said nonchalantly, turning on your heel and starting toward Teresa’s locker.
​“Hey!” You say to Thomas, knowing Teresa wouldn’t hear a word you said with her entire head buried in her locker. “Hey (Y/N),” Thomas said, tapping Teresa on the shoulder. “Uh, Teresa (Y/N)’s here.” “Oh!” Teresa’s head popped out from her locker. “(Y/N)! There’s someone I’d like you to meet!” Your face was probably priceless as Teresa turned and practically dragged you to the library. Suddenly, she stopped in front of a tall, blonde-haired boy wearing a red hoodie with khaki shorts. You questioned his fashion choice considering it was almost December, but then again, there are boys like Gally who wore basketball shorts in the winter… “Okay. Isaac Newton meet (Y/N), (Y/N) meet Isaac Newton.” Teresa smiled broadly at the both of us. “Oh, um, hi.” You manage to get out. You weren’t the best of speaking with new people. “Hello,” He says in a charming British accent. “Name’s Isaac. But most people call me Newt. Nice to meet you, (Y/N).” You feel your cheeks turn bright red as he holds out his hand for you to shake. “Teresa tells me you need a Chemistry tutor. Lucky for you, I’m pretty decent at it—“ Teresa punches him lightly on the shoulder. “You’re a genius, Newt. Seriously though. (Y/N), he can teach you anything.” “Yeah, well.” Newt says modestly, “I’m sure you can find out for yourself. Is there any way we can do this tonight? I’m not really free any other time this week so…” “Huh? Oh, uh, yeah that’s fine. My parents aren’t home so I guess whenever is good.” “…so I’ll see you tonight then.” Newt nods and walks away towards the loaded bookshelves.
​It’s 5 o’clock and the doorbell rings. Confused, you go and open the door, only to see Newt standing there, holding about 5 chemistry textbooks. You gape at him, suddenly remembering your study date. Or…study session. “Hello, love.” He says. “Is there any way I’d be able to come in and put these down somewhere?” “Of course!” You exclaim, a bit too excited. You step aside and Newt walks in. “Wow, some place you got here.” He sets the books down on the mahogany table and looks around with awe. That’s how most people reacted…you suppose it was a perk of being the only child of two world-renowned scientists. And of course, here you were, getting help from Newt in science. What a prodigy you were. “So, ah…” Newt glanced at you. “Where should we go?” “Huh?” “…um…to study?” “Oh! Right. Um… over here is good.” You turn away and mentally smack yourself for being so stupid. You lead him into the living room, a huge room with a tall ceiling. “Uh, we can sit on the couch.” You motion over to the large, wine red couch and plop yourself down onto it. He brings the textbooks over to the coffee table and sits about a foot away from you. Opening the book, he starts to talk about principles and balancing chemical equations. As time goes on, you notice he moves closer and closer to you. Probably just because he was getting into explaining it. Speaking of, while he was explaining it, his hands moved more and more as he looked at the books less and less. His eyes shone with a childlike delight. How anyone could love chemistry this much was beyond your knowledge but… it was kind of cute the way he animated himself. Suddenly, all time stopped when his knee accidentally touched yours. He slowed down his talking and turned to face you. His knee was still touching yours, and now his hand was resting on your thigh. “Does that make sense?” He asked. You gulp and nod. “Mhmm…” “Alright then. Hopefully it makes at least some sense now.” He gets up and grins, bowing to you. “Glad I could be of service miss (Y/N).” He starts to turn away but before you even think about what to say, you blurt out, “Do you want to stay a little longer?” He looks at you again with his gorgeous brown eyes. “Uh, I mean, I have a bunch of Disney movies and my parents won’t be home for a while so… maybe we could…” You quickly start to wring your hands and regret everything you just said. He’s going to think I’m crazy. I literally just met him today. What the… Before you can finish your thoughts, he says the impossible. “Hey, I’m always up for a Disney movie.” And sits back down just inches away from you on the couch.
The two of you decide on watching Aladdin, which just so happened to be both of your favorite Disney movie. “Oh wait!” You exclaimed. “No one can watch a movie with out popcorn!” Newt smirks at you and shakes his head. after the popcorn is ready, you bring the bowl back to the couch and set it between you and Newt. He frowns at you and takes the bowl, moving it onto his lap and slides closer to you. “I think now we can start.” He nods to himself and smiles. You can’t help but smile along with him and press play on the remote. The intro starts and you smile again. The last time you watched this movie was with your parents when you were around 5 years old. It brought back so many good memories. Newt’s arm came around and rested along your back and his hand gently touched your arm bringing you closer to him. It literally felt like a Disney movie. The princess meeting her prince and falling in love with him in less than a day? Yeah that was happening right now. And Newt. Tall, perfect Newt was your prince charming. “You know, (Y/N)…I know we only met today and all but I mean. I’m here at your house and I’m supposed to be tutoring you and now we’re watching a Disney movie and now we’re in love. Doesn’t this seem at all cliché to you?” He grinned and you laughed. “Who ever said anything about falling in love?” You counter. “Well, I just assumed that—“ Newt was cut of by you nestling your head into his chest. It was plain to see that he liked you now, and somehow, your confidence level had risen to about a thousand and one. He rested his head on top of yours and stayed that way for a little while. But when Aladdin and Jasmine started singing “A Whole New World” he gently took you off his chest and stood up. Then, he took your hands and began to dance. You danced around the living room and listened to Newt sing a completely off key rendition of “A Whole New World”. You threw your head back and laughed as he spun you around. As the song ended, Newt pulled you close and brought you into a hug. His chin was resting on top of your head, your head on his chest, and in that moment, everything was perfect. You could hear his heartbeat, fast, but consistent. His warmth made you feel as if time was standing still and that nothing could make it any more perfect. You felt his chin come away from your head, only to be replaced by his lips. He gently kissed the top of your head and you looked up at him. “I think I may be in love with you, (Y/N).” He says, and smiles softly. “I think I might be in…a whole new world with you.” Because you can never resist the opportunity for a pun. And your smile was easily widened by the sound of Newt’s laughter. Soon, you were both laughing so hard that you ended up on the couch again, this time, in tears from laughing so hard.
“I suppose it’s time for you to go?” You sigh as you walk him to the door. The stars are out and the moon shines, illuminating the both of you. “I hate to leave you all alone like this, but I don’t think it would be too smart to tell my parents I’m staying to sleep with a girl I met today.” Newt chuckles. “But maybe we can do this again sometime?” You meet eyes once again and everything melts away. It’s just you and him, all alone… and he leans in. Your heart skips a beat—this time for a good thing, and butterflies appear in your stomach. Fireworks seem to go off and then everything goes silent. All you can hear is your heartbeat and his as he holds your waist and lifts you off the ground. You pull away and he sets you back on the ground. “It’s truly been a magical evening, love.” He says, kissing your hand. “Goodnight (Y/N).” He smiles one last time and you close the door behind him and slide down onto the floor, grinning ear to ear. “Yes, I believe this has been a wonderful, magical evening.” You mumble to yourself and slowly stand up and get ready for bed. Tomorrow, you would see Newt again and tell Teresa everything. Well. Maybe not everything. You had to keep some of the magic for yourself.