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The Usage of the Word “T’hy’la” or Lack thereof

So, a while ago I had this discussion with a fellow Trekkie about how canon K/S exactly is. When I brought up the Motion Picture Novel and the scene where Spock thinks of Jim as his T’hy’la, his final argument was (apart from the infamous footnote) that the word never actually made it into the series or movie franchise, and, therefore, couldn’t have been that much of importance.

But since I will fight anyone over this matter I thoroughly thought about this discussion, because he had a point. I mean the book still stands, but why didn’t Roddenberry or anyone else include the word? It seemed to be important enough and it became famous in the fandom almost immediately after it’s creation.

It took me a while, but then I re-watched WoK and the penny finally dropped.

Spock never used Vulcan Vocabulary with his captain (well duh, I know, but hear me out), because as far as we know Jim doesn’t understand Vulcan. 

And what is more: T’hy’la isn’t exactly a simple word. Due to it’s emotional intonation it’s probably a word derived from high Vulcan and it doesn’t even have a proper Standard translation. It is therefore loosely translated as: “Friend, Brother, Lover” since the word itself incompasses all three of them, but in Standard it’s untranslatable, because there is no comparism. (We, read: the fandom, translate it as soulmate, since this is probably very close. But this was never made official.)

So yeah, no point in confessing feelings that reach this deep to someone who wouldn’t understand the proper vocab, got it. 

That doesn’t mean that Spock never made Jim clear what he was to him. As I said, it took me some time, but I finally realized that Spock DOES use the word, he even says it directly to Jim. He just uses the Standard translation.

1. Superior officer = Brother (in arms)

2. Friend

3. I am yours = Lover

I could kick myself for not realizing this sooner. HE ACTUALLY DOES SAY IT! I mean, of course I’ve known since forever, that they love each other, but that Spock actually uses “T’hy’la” in the franchise is news to me.

This means exactly two things: that I am incredibly stupid sometimes (how many times did I watch this movie? 10?) AND that I can rub this under everyone’s noses. 

EXCUSE YOU MY OTP IS CANON!

A Man Out of Time

Sherlock Holmes of 1880’s England accidentally steps into 2017 London, into Molly Hooper’s flat. He’s bound to make some very important realizations about himself. Sherlolly. 

“Hello.”

Sherlock Holmes, the world’s first (and only) Consulting Detective felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Something was wrong, and not merely because he was falling behind on his case.

He looked around the flat with some alarm, at the furniture, at the floor, the shoes by the door, and at the woman standing in the doorway to what appeared to be a kitchen (or laboratory) or sorts.

“What is this, Sherlock, dress up?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“The getup,” the woman gestured to his apparel. “It’s nice, very effective, looks authentic too.” She smoothed down the shoulders of his coat, a familiar gesture he found himself savoring. “I can’t imagine what kind of case requires all this,” she gave him a once over, he detected approval. “But it’s nice.” She smiled brightly at him. “If you’re going by proper Victorian standards though, you’d better take your topper off, rude to keep it on the house.”

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My Check, Please! Survey Paper has finally been completed (and graded 0_0)

thank you again to all the contributors, some of the stuff you guys wrote genuinely made me cry. the way you all opened up about your feelings and life experiences just reminds me why we all love this comic so much. 

the good news is… i got a 95%!!! and my professor recommended that since this paper had a 5 page limit (i still wrote 6 *cough* nerd *cough*) i should revisit the topic for a senior seminar paper once i have the chance to do some even more extensive research!! remind me again how i lucked out into a major that allows me to do research papers on our gay hockey hell?

anyway, i *THINK* i have everyone on this list (except for a few people who for some reason i wasn’t able to tag and will be DMing), so if i forgot anyone i am incredibly sorry and i still appreciate you!!! here’s the list of bloggers who answered my survey questions, and the paper is below the read more. let me know what you guys think, and what i should talk about in my next paper! 

@des-zimbits, @itsacpsideblog, @omgpieplease, @tdkeh, @bittysbetterbootybureau, @ittybittyzimmermann, @thehockeyhaus, @kent-parsons-cowlick, @star-of-the-anime, @ladymajavader, @tahleeur, @thatlittleauberginebitch, @accidentallyblah, @emilyisabadger, @freelancertexas, @dragonsspire, @piesandfalcs, @long-live-the-crystal-princess, @cryingfandomtrash, @irritatedismymiddlename, @miscgays, @myonetruebutt, @beejohnlocked, @chilldexie, @striffyisme, @tomuchfangirling, @silverthroatednightingale, @taeldonkyriin, @cabeswaterswolf, @mycroftholmesiscuteaf, @offbrandratatouillemovie, @welcometothebakaparade, @addicted-to-t-e-a, @whothehellisjessicajones, @oonabashed, @blushing-bumblebee, @fancychopsticks, @melancholydandelion, @dauphinedolphin, @bubblegumbaseballboy, @ravenofathena, @believememylove, @bittybaking, @enzoctopus, @thequeerkhaleesi, @earthbender-nursey, @jewishtango, @wetwellie, @sadquebecois, @peypeymh, @awfulruby, @mkaybuddy, @redporkpadthai, @jazzisabatmanfan, @connor-mcbaevid, @klimpaloon-loves-superwholock, @eve-baird, @bakingsouthernbelle, @ohjustletmewriteinpeace, @omg-bannana

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In case you’d forgotten American imperialism in the Philippines after Spanish colonial rule dating back to the 1500s.

From Wikipedia

“In some areas, Filipinos were forced into concentration camps, called reconcentrados, which were surrounded by free-fire zones. These camps were overcrowded which led to disease and death. Between January and April 1902, 8,350 prisoners of approximately 298,000 died. Some camps incurred death rates as high as 20 percent. "One camp was two miles by one mile (3.2 by 1.6 km) in area and ‘home’ to some 8,000 Filipinos. Men were rounded up for questioning, tortured, and summarily executed.“ In Batangas Province, where General Franklin Bell was responsible for setting up a concentration camp, a correspondent described the operation as "relentless.” General Bell ordered that by December 25, 1901, the entire population of both Batangas Province and Laguna Province had to gather into small areas within the “poblacion” of their respective towns. Barrio families had to bring everything they could carry because anything left behind—including houses, gardens, carts, poultry and animals—was to be burned by the U.S. Army. Anyone found outside the concentration camps was shot. General Bell insisted that he had built these camps to “protect friendly natives from the insurgents, assure them an adequate food supply” while teaching them “proper sanitary standards.” The commandant of one of the camps referred to them as the “suburbs of Hell."”

anonymous asked:

Will there be more of today's post??!!!?? Who is she pregnant with? Who does Jamie work for? Was Frank ever involved?! COME ON DON'T LEAVE A GIRL HANGING! PLEASEEEEEEE Pregnant Claire and Professor Jamie just gives me all these happy feels and that's what I needed so much! I would love to see more stories like this <3

Continuation of Baking Disasters

“Shit, shit shit!” I muttered as the lukewarm coffee from both mine and Geillie’s cups spilled down my front

“Miss Beauchamp!”

“Sorry Ma’am, but the cups spilled. My uniform–”

“Clean it up and change. You can’t sit in a puddle of coffee. Shoo!”

“Thankyou Mistress Callaghan,” I said convincingly sweet.

I made a dash for my storage trunk and pulled my comfortable clothes from the bottom of my bag. I hadn’t exactly intended on pulling this stunt today but wanted to be prepared for the proper moment. The standard yellow dress, now a putrid brown, clung to my legs as I made my way down to the lavatory. I took my time rinsing the dress out, washing the coffee from my body and simply enjoying the brief moments out of the scrutiny and boredom of the bookkeeping class.

“Just a few more weeks, Beauchamp. You can make it that long.” I said to my reflection.

With a deep breath, I left the bubble of comfort I had created.

The lift’s small lobby was blissfully quiet. I reached to push the up button, but it was already lit. I stared in confusion at the little red bar. A deep clearing of someone’s throat sounded from behind me causing me to jump. I turned and saw the most beautiful man, and he smiled with a nod of his head.

“Mistress.”

“Good-day,” I murmured. His smiled widened.

“It is a good day.” He was fidgeting from side to side, his fingers tapping his thigh in a rhythmic cadence.

The freight lift dinged at the same time the standard lift opened its doors with a bell and rush of people.

“I’ll just follow ye. Ye seem to ken where it is yer going in this place.”

I smiled at him and nodded, requesting the second floor to the operator, while my redheaded companion requested the tenth.

“They both go to the same place,” I said quickly.

“I’d hope so.” He smirked.

“The other just has an extra stop to the basement and underground storage unit.”

“Ah weel, good thing I followed you! I didna fancy getting mugged or murdered today.” He joked with a roguish wink. I laughed nervously, concentrating on not spewing words thoughtless back to this man.

“Second floor, madam.” The elderly attendant said as he opened the double gated doors.

“Thank-you Jacob.” I turned back to the beautiful man, committing his face to memory.

“Have a good day!” He said, holding out a hand. I couldn’t speak and blushed rushing for the door to the women’s hall, blushing the entire time.

“Sassenach?”

“Claire?”

“Hmm?” I jolted, turning my head to see concerned blue eyes of my husband searching my own.

“Where did ye go? I thought for a moment ye had fallen asleep but yer eyes were open and ye were twirling a lock of yer hair.”

“Do you remember the day we met?” I whispered ignoring his question, as he lazily drew circles on my protruding stomach. I felt rather than heard his laugh.

“Aye. Ye were so flustered and adorable. I nearly followed you to wherever ye were headed that day. I’m even surprised I have a job after the daze ye left me in.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Surely I didn’t cause that much of an upheaval?”

“Och! But ye did Sassenach. Ye did.” He paused, fingers stilling over my belly button, then quickly pulled me tighter against his chest. “Ye were the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. Your hair wild and loose, and yer outfit, Christ! Ye were so brazen in yer pants and sleeveless top, I thought I’d walked into another world.”

“If you knew why I looked that way…” I trailed off shaking my head. “I was in the restroom just before meeting you in the lobby. Coffee had just spilled down my respectable clothes and I had to change into something more comfortable that was in my bag.”

“Ye wee fiend! Ye spilled yer coffee on purpose to change!” His fingers grazed the sensitive side of my ribs and I squealed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Yes!” I heaved between laughs, my lungs burning and tears streaming down my face. “Alright, is that what you wanted to hear? I couldn’t stand the pale yellow dress that was required and when Geillie stood up at our desk I hit the desk with my knee causing hers, and my drinks to spill down the front of my dress.”

I could feel Jamie’s smile against my neck as he smothered his laughter in my skin.

“I knew I married a canny one.” His laughs turned into sighs as he nuzzled deeper into my skin. “I canna say that I’m sorry ye tend to break the rules, Sorcha.”

“Oh, why’s that?” I asked, turning my head to try and see him, but getting a face full of unruly, short red curls.

“If ye hadna broken the rules and gone to the lavatory to change, I never would have met ye in that elevator. And I would ne’er change the events of that day.”

I smiled, brought his knuckles to my lips and kissed them. “Nor would I. How did you find me, we never exchanged names, or even said more than a few–embarrassing, on my part– words?”

Jamie shifted so that I was laying on my back and he was propped up on an elbow, looking down at me.

“During my interview with the Latin department, I inquired what was on the second floor of the building.” He leaned down and kissed my temple. “And when they said the women’s institution hall I knew I had to try and find ye again.”

“It didn’t take you long. What? All of three days went by before you were standing outside the lifts with a solitary yellow tulip.”

“Aye, that’s when I finally had the balls to stand there and wait hoping ye’d show yerself.”

I reached up and stroked his cheek and the day’s old stubble that resided there. “I do love you, and can’t tell you how happy I am that you did come to find me that day.”

“I couldna see my life without you. That day ye were babbling and mumbling to me in that lift, I knew ye were it for me.”

“My babbling endeared you. Oh my how I have the greatest ability!” I exaggerated sarcastically laughing as he began tickling my sides.

We twined our bodies together heaving from the laughter. A quick beat of little feet startled us both.

“Seems like he likes his parents happy,” Jamie whispered, as he leaned in for a kiss.

“Mmm, she wants us to settle down. It is her nap time after all.”

Jamie bent down, caressing my now exposed stomach. “Shh wee one. We’ll calm down now. Go sleep and become strong so that ye can join us in the world verra soon. Tha gaol agam ort, mo chridhe.” He finished this with a kiss to my stomach, followed by a kiss on my lips.

“I never thought I’d say I can thank my happiness to spilled coffee and a lift, but I’m glad that I can.”

this was supposed to be a fast doodle

If you’re ever writing YOI fanfiction and, like me, are worried that, for convenience, you are not holding the characters’ habits and diet to proper, strict athlete standards, I’ll remind you that the current 3 world medalists’ interviews went like this:

“You moisturize?”

“Uh, no.”

“You ever watch what you eat?”

“Lmao, no.”

“What are your plans for later?”

“I just want to eat some instant noodles and sleep, tbh”

Just a quick morning warm up doodle of my cleaning crew from that one fightclub prompt fic. C-382 that uniform is not up to proper practice standards. 

yellow-eyed-monsters  asked:

Do you have standards?

“Standards regarding what?”

Dark puzzled in response, but despite his question the gleam in his eye showed he may not give an exactly proper answer.

“Standards regarding a relationship? Standards regarding a living space? Standards regarding my food preference? Standards regarding to fashion? Standards regarding to weather? Standards regarding to friendships? Standards regarding to sexuality? Standards regarding to appearance? Standards regarding to personality? Standards regarding to the way I speak? Standards regarding to physicality? Standards regarding to my disposal? Standards regarding to my host? Standards regarding other Figments? Standards regarding to my Lovelies?”

He paused.

“Specifics are rather important, wouldn’t you agree? Being specific is my standard.”

washsicle  asked:

say there is an intergalactic war going on and humanity is facing possible extinction, would those who are on the front lines and constantly at a risk of dying still follow appearance regulations (hair length, piercings ect) if they are not actively being forced too and won't face consequences from the person who is in charge? or would they be enforced even more than standard?

Completely depends on their command. During WW2 it was common for soldiers to forgo basic army standards because for one, it was often impossible to maintain those standards, and for another, the war was so taxing that many superiors thought it was more trouble than it was worth to uphold those standards. Soldiers were often out of uniform due to necessity; they would wear boots without socks because even though it was against regulation and would result in their feet getting sores, they need to have clean dry socks to avoid trenchfoot. Greater good, things like that. Some soldiers take great pride in their personal appearance and will go to great lengths to maintain the standard even in times of hardship, so even if the standards are lax there will probably be at least a few who are still trying. 

The thing to remember is that as stupid as most military regulations are, there is some method to the madness that justifies them. Piercings can result in infections that might be difficult to treat in the field, especially if soldiers get it in their heads that if piercings are allowed then they must be allowed to give each other piercings. But jewelry is shiny and can result in giving away a position to an enemy, not to mention if someone were in hand to hand combat and they were wearing hoops it would be no trouble at all to just reach up and tear off their ear. Hair length is often a minimum length of a quarter inch to prevent sunburn on the scalp in hot environments, but short enough that the combat helmet can fit securely on their head, and facial hair is maintained such that the gas mask can fit comfortably and seal over the face. Unusual hair styles can impede with your helmet/gas mask, which could cost you your life.

So in the end it’s up to you whether or not your soldiers maintain the proper standard, but just remember that there are negative consequences that can rear their ugly heads.

-Kingsley

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edit: I’d like to bring up a somewhat relevant trivia fact: Hitler trimmed his mustache to fit his gas mask in WW1, and he retained the infamous style the rest of his life. Introducing similar alternative styles that address things like this could give your story a lot of character.

one of the most ridiculous arguments people make in favor of uncritically using proper grammar 100% of the time is that it helps make communication clearer.

like sure, sometimes, but only when it’s in the appropriate context?? all language use is context-specific. there are contexts where using strictly standard proper English not only isn’t the clearest form of communication, but actively HINDERS clear communication.

like when people on tumblr, or any other internet media really, completely refuse to use “internet english”… not only does it seem context inappropriate, but there’s also just things that can’t be said. how do you translate the different meanings of “omg” and “OH MY GOD” into proper english? what about bb? idgaf? the difference between a single word sentence that ends in a period and one that doesn’t?? how can you even begin to express all the shades of meaning and functionality that :/ has into proper english??? proper english just doesn’t have the creativity and multi-modality that internet english has, so you CAN’T express yourself as clearly, at least within this context.

obviously i have many, many beefs with the whole concept of “proper” english, but it’s just so ridiculous to me that people can look at the way internet speak works and complain that it’s a degenerate form of “correct” speech that’s “ruining” the way we talk, like wtf