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Okay I know everyone wanted to keep the song “Unstoppable” in the movie and believe me its a damn shame it was cut, but I think that the song ”More” NEEDED TO BE IN THE MOVIE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT IS IT HEARTBREAKING AND MAKES ME CRY LIKE A LITTLE BITCH! 

- It explains that Moana was given her name by Grandma Tala meaning “Ocean” and not given by her dad that wanted her to stay away from it 

- It hurts because she’s talking about the one person who truly supported her in everything Moana believed in 

- I MEAN HER GRANDMA JUST DIED AND SHE KNOWS SHE MUST COMPLETE HER CALLING MOANA IS STRONG AF

- Just the evolution of the song is amazing it goes from Moana recognizing all that her grandmother has taught her and how she wished she could stay and guide her

- Then it becomes extremely powerful as she is determined to lead her people as a true chief and fufill her duty to the sea and her tribe 

- Marcy Harriel does a beautiful rendition of the song I mean the way her voice breaks makes you bawl and how strong she belts out just makes you shook 

-BUT IMAGINE IF AULI’I CRAVALHO SANG IT ABSOLUTE  PERFECTION!!

- I’ve memorized the entire lyrics and it’s in the soundtrack and movie to me because I don’t give a fuck it didn’t deserved to be cut 

Inktober #10

One of the headworld places I’ve had in mind for a while, for a sea-based tribe of humans living in improvised structures adapted to the new world.

I have a bunch of loose ideas of what Iook I have in mind, maybe I’ll do a few more sketches like this… just going for the general aesthetic at the moment!

Plus zoomy hydrofoil critter.

crazee-canadia  asked:

The museum I work for focuses on a Native American tribe. We get people who come in all the time and claim they're of native descent (mostly looking for discounts). The other day two different people made some ridiculous claims. One boasted she was descended from "the famous Princess Sea Berry of your tribe!" (I've never heard of her???) and another claimed that she was the cousin ofa Princess Pale Moon and how she sold "discounted native artifacts" in front of our museum (which is also false).

Legendary Creatures [D]

See the rest of the alphabet here.

anonymous asked:

hi what about an avatar au featuring lances beautiful shoulders and hunk being the kickassest handsomest earthbender ever

Most of the time, living above the Little Water Tribe market was terrible. It always smelled like fish, haggard old tradesmen guffawed under his window at unspeakably early hours, and there no excuse to give his mom for forgetting the blubbered seal jerky when the vendor was just across the street. But on certain days, when the breeze off Yue Bay blew away the unsavory smell and the sky was clear, Lance loved to hang over his apartment balcony people watching. There was no better place to absorb the Water Tribe bustle he had so sorely missed after his parents moved them out of the Southern capitol. 

That day was one of those perfect days. The breeze pulled at the fold of his tunic, promising an exciting day; the sun was just warm enough to kiss his shoulders but not enough to make the woven band that wrapped around his upper arm itchy and uncomfortable, like it did in the dead of summer. 

More importantly Lance had a great view of the sea prune stand, where the ancient owner, willingly called ‘Old Man Noanok’ by the neighborhood, was directing Hunk to unload the big earthen crates of sea prunes. Water Tribe father, Earth Kingdom mother, earthbender by chance, Hunk was something of a celebrity around the Little Water Tribe. Everyone’s mom loved him, because he put away five flavor soup like a pro; everyone at the docks loved him, because he could do the manual labor waterbending was no help with. 

Lance would call out and say hello in a minute, but for the time being he sat back and appreciated the view. Even though Lance was sure the guy could lift a whole trolley if he tried, Hunk was concentrating carefully on bending each crate, his jaw set and fists clamped shut. His arms, tan and glistening in the sun, practically burst from his tunic. When he set down an empty crate he leaned back, pulling at the fold of his green tunic to fan himself and dragging one of those gorgeous arms across his forehead. Truly, Lance thought, a sight to behold. 

Just as it crossed his mind, another player entered the scene. Tall-ish, lean but muscled. Slick black hair, finer that Hunk’s thick locks, pulled back into a bun. As far as Lance could make out from the balcony, handsome, sharp features. Fire Nation- odd, in this area, but Lance didn’t mind. Couldn’t mind, really, with that face.

An interesting development; he was approaching Hunk. There was some complicated looking handshake, then Hunk pulled the guy into a sweaty hug. They knew each other? Lance squinted, leaning further over the railing.

“What the spirits-

It was Keith! Keith, the firebending brat Lance had totally, definitely (really) kicked the crap out of at the bending gym the other week, and the week before that at the earth soccer pitch, and the week before that at the noodle shop. The guy who had been his nemesis for months now- but Hunk was hugging him? And worse, Lance himself had just thought he was hot? That friend-stealing, firebending son of a-

“-Hunk!

Hunk looked over just in time to see Lance falling head over heels over his balcony. It was a good thing he only lived on the second floor.

A rather good linguistic map of Europe. Seen in red, the Basque are the sole remnant of the prehistoric Atlantic European megalith builders who once stretched arguably from Crete to Scandinavia. They now only remain on the western reaches of the Pyrenees and the eastern Cantabrian mountain ranges in northern Spain and southwestern France. The Indo-European speakers on the other hand seem to have originated in the Caspian Sea region of Eurasia, spreading out in all directions in a series of waves beginning as early as 4000 B.C.E., with a final phase around 400 CE known as the great migratory period of the Huns, Germanic tribes and Alans - which brought the Roman Empire to it’s knees. -H.J.N.

!!IMPORTANT!!: Zelgan Grandbabies Fics

Well, I didn’t expect the zelgan grandbabies to get fics already, but it has. So to avoid confusion of the current grandkids, it’s been decided that @ridersoftheapocalypse will be working on the backstories and personalities as well as the professions. I’ll be giving her input and permission to handle this along with @quietpastelcolours help, especially with Kerugan and Aliun.

We’re designing a story for the grandkids and it will be out within a few months, because of careful planning, correlation, and of course, managing it with our everyday busy real life schedule.

We’d appreciate the patience and understanding in our working on this project together. ^^

And if anyone wishes to write a fic with the grandkids to respectfully inquire before doing so.

Simply because we wish for the character to be in accordance with what we have planned, as to not cause waves later on. ^^

We’d appreciate that any writer consult us before composing the fics regarding the grandchildren in order to maintain a correspondence with their character. ^^

Without further ado, we hope that they look forward to the continuing of the Zelgan children, their love interests, and the stories, And Time Again, Beyond the Sea, and The Lost Tribe. We ask that the readers and fans be patient as we have our everyday lives to live.

We love our readers and fans and encourage any questions and feedback! However, once again, we ask that you for your patience and understanding as to not cause backlash down the road with conflicting backstories.

Thank you so much for loving our brainbabies and stories that we have put our heart and soul into, requiring much labor of love and time. <3

Direct questions about Kerugan and Ailun to @quietpastelcolours

Direct questions about And Time Again characters, Beyond the Sea characters, The Lost Tribe characters, and grandchildren to @ridersoftheapocalypse

Sketches and character concepts inquires to me, @s-kinnaly

neapolitangirl  asked:

If gems have to be made, not born, who do you think made the Diamonds?

*cracks knuckles* All righty, gather round ‘folks because it’s time for Clockie’s theory of Gem origins. I may have touched on this in past posts but I’ve been meaning to scrap and refresh my theory repository so this is a nice place to start.

What follows is heavily speculative but hopefully my logic should be pretty straightforwards. If askers want to come and pick at/question individual bits, we’ll go with that. 

This theory does tie into the Blue Fusion theory pretty heavily.

Keep reading

National Geographic May 1977 Malaysia

Grisly trophy is displayed by an Iban, or Sea Dayak. His tribe gave up head hunting after World War II, and many Ibans have settled in towns, gone to school, and become aggressive businessmen. But a few, like these, tread the paths of their forefathers, revering the heads and offering them food. Otherwise, some believe, the heads will eat their owners.

Frjarsland  -  Pronounced (Feh-yarl-sl-land) Frjarsland is a proposed confederation of tribes and prepper groups in the eventuality that the SHTF. “Western civilization is following the same track as Rome did. As of current, we have entered into a technological Golden age at the same time we entered a social and spiritual age of decadence.” - Grumpyvikingwithagun

It will be a constitutional conglomeration but the constitution is still being drafted by the founders. It will have a central council to settle disputes between tribes but will not have a federal government. Each tribe (Tribe being defined as a group of no less than 50 people working under their own chosen leadership) having its own chosen representative participating in the central council of Frjarsland.

Individual tribes will be autonomous, in charge of their own military, policing, and economies, even controlling what faith or religion (if any) they practice, as well as the traditions and culture they adopt. Currently a Celtic, a Viking, a Sea, and a Mandolorian tribe have been discussed. Tribal Banners like the one bellow are encouraged.

Citizens of Frjarsland will receive the same training as basic American Infantry so that at the very least each citizen will have the basic knowledge of how to shoot, move, and communicate. Acting as a secondary defense force and making citizens of Frjarsland hard targets against crime with specialty training being available depending on aptitude, tribal affiliation, and job field. Feasts and festivals, and inter-tribal competitions will be common place in order to hone and showcase tribal skills.  

The official military of Frjarsland will be an all-volunteer force with each tribe providing volunteers for the defense of Frjarsland as a whole instead of their individual tribal territory. Since this is a dystopian military; function over form is the rule of thumb with relatively loose uniform standards.

Seeing as Moral is important to all military matters, the Frjarsland military will have a thrash metal war band (complete with dystopian flamethrower guitars).

Retrofitted civilian boats will serve as the Frajsland Navy.

Power Armor is currently in discussion for R&D by the Science bureau with a soft launch date of 2020.

As this is a SHTF survival network/plan it is important to note that the members of Frjasland are not in any way advocating the actual overthrow of any nation or state, and are not involved in or advocating any illegal behavior. And that members of Frjasland who are near each other should help aid and train each other in their own individual SHTF plans and preps…

Empty Inbox!

Hey y’all, just wanted to point out the inbox is now empty! I’ll probably collect asks this time around, pile them up before answering, y’know.

This blog isn’t too popular, so I’ll probably give about two weeks before closing the inbox to asks. ^-^”


[Reminder of cats you can ask]

Snake Tail

Fog Wisp

White Foot

Sulphurthroat

Carppaw

Cricketfoot

  • Non-RP Cats - meant for character/backstory development

Ashwind - only for White Foot

Cedar and Smoke Cloud - only for Fog Wisp

Welcome!

I made a blog here for anyone to ask questions about my OCs: Otterpaw, Shrewpaw, Bluecloud, Torneye, Otter Chase, Spider Berry, Mist, Cougar Claw, Snow Badger, and Wolf! They’re from ShellClan and PebbleClan at @clans-of-the-sea and from Mountain Tribe, Leaf Tribe, and Water Tribe at @tribesoflandandsky

If anyone wants to ask questions, you can ask them anything!

anonymous asked:

Swimming for Zutara please :)

Accepting

Katara plopped down on her blanket, bending the water out of her hair and flicking it playfully into the ocean. Zuko sat next to her, his chest rising and falling as he slicked back his wet hair. “Still winded?” Katara asked with a smirk, leaning back on her elbows to better enjoy the sun.

“From those waves?” Zuko gestured towards the churning ocean, “Never.” He flopped onto his back, starting to catch his breath. “You look like that was the gentlest swim of your life.”

Katara laughed dismissively, taking Zuko’s arm and folding it behind her head as she nestled close to him on the blanket. “I’d say you held your own out there- I never expected a firebender to be such a good swimmer.”

“What, did you think it would extinguish me?” He snorted, shoulders bouncing with laughter.

“No-” Katara smacked him playfully on the shoulder, settling her head back on him when he was done giggling at himself. “It’s just unexpected, I guess. I’m trying to imagine little Zu-Zu learning how to swim. ”

A flush came into Zuko’s face when Katara smiled teasingly at him. “It wasn’t that cute,” he muttered, looking away from her fluttering eyes.

“Really?” Katara asked, laying a hand on his chest, “Because I can just imagine the little red bathing suit, maybe some matching floaties-”

Zuko smiled, but there was a strange bitterness to his expression. He closed his eyes, tilting his face up towards the sun and taking a long breath. “My dad tried to teach me once,” he said, an undercurrent of amusement running through his voice, “Well, maybe ‘teach’ is an overstatement. We were on vacation, at some lake in the Fire Nation. My mom said I should learn to swim, so he just threw me in. Needless to say, I was terrified of the water for awhile after that.” Katara frowned up at him, but Zuko waved away her concern. “Later, Uncle actually taught me how to swim. You’d be surprised- for a fat old man he’s very agile.”

The two of them burst out laughing. Katara shifted to gaze out at the waves. “Swimming isn’t exactly recreational in the Southern Water Tribe,” she mused, “You really just learn how to get out of the water as fast as you can if your boat flips over. I’m sure you can guess who was responsible for the first canoe tip.” Zuko rolled his eyes with a smile. “My dad was furious. I’m never been so cold in my life.”

“I can imagine,” Zuko said, remembering his perilous sojourn into the Northern Water Tribe sea.

“Swimming in the Fire Nation is much nicer,” Katara sighed.

Zuko brought his face close to hers, asking, “Why, so you can kick my ass at swimming?”

Katara leaned close to him, staring him down with wide eyes. “Exactly,” she whispered before pecking him on the lips and dissolving into giggles.

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still unfinished as i have four pages of these i need to finish sketching and scan but!!!! LOOK!!!! ancient tribal mermaid wanting to break free and becoming a human and then falling in love with a local sea tribe man who happens to be the next in line for the chief leader of their tribe

lots of drama and stuff that’s what i had in mind but man these two are so cute to draw up and their designs and clothes are pretty time consuming tho ;_; but i had fun!!! also these are loosely based on the dayak tribe outfits (eheh exploiting my southeasian cultural aesthetics a bit here pardon me) please let me know if you want to see more of these two as i’m thinking of making a short story!!!

Now sleep the mountain peaks and the ravines, ridges and torrent streams, all creeping things that black night nourishes, wild upland beasts and the race of bees, and monsters in the gulfs of the dark-gleaming sea; now sleep the tribes of the long-winged birds
—  The Lyric poet Alkman, on the stillness of a Spartan night