Lets talk about Asta (Part 1)

We ,the readers, are introduced to Asta as a young boy with an impossible dream, becoming the Magic Emperor, at first we believe that we are reading another Naruto rip-off but those who stuck around and kept reading he is more then a loud mouth kid that wants to be Magic Emperor.

  At first we we see Asta he is confessing his love to the Sister but is of course rejected. But due to his personality he didn’t give up and kept going (An over used trope of main characters in shounen manga) to tell you the truth I couldn’t stand the sight of him due to his overly hyped and loud personality.

But in my conclusion of why he acts the way he does is that he tries to gain attention, either good or bad, in the world he lives everything with magic is valuable and needed and with him having not one once of magic his is ultimately useless and not needed. So thats why he is loud, to show that he is here and is up to any challenge you give to him. That’s maybe one of the reasons why he wants to be Magic Emperor, to prove that he is still needed and still valuable in this world of magic. 

We get to see a weaker side of his early on, is’t not to noticeable but rereading the whole manga I saw it. The first fight with Lebuty Asta was pretty much defected by the enemy and that’s when Asta relized that him having no magic he is weak and is nothing but an outcast that can’t do anything but to be put down by others.    

He needed the help of Yuno to bring back the encouragement Asta was about to lose, it shows that Asta is human and still needs others to push him forward…….that’s why is only worried about Yuno being his rival, because Yuno brought the spark of being a better person and prove others that looked down on his that he is some to look up too. 

When Asta fought Sekke he was faced with judgement and was looked down upon by the others and when he won they still looked down on him. And this is when you first notice that Asta is building up a shell to block other’s opinion about him.

Part 2 coming soon….

Valyrian and Dothraki Dialogue, Episode 601 of Game of Thrones

(Spoilers ahead! All these posts will be tagged with the word “spoilers”, so blacklist that tag if you’re not watching the episodes live.)

Previously I spent a good deal of time going over dialogue from recently aired episodes of Game of Thrones on the Dothraki blog. This season, there’s too much. There are a couple episodes where there are only a few lines, but some of them are ridiculous, and this episode is one of those. Consequently, no discussion, or anything, just a great big dump (not even going to format this, beyond what @thisallegra did to scrub the extraneous FDX stuff). Here’s all the lines from last night’s episode (first Valyrian, then Dothraki):


For your baby. To eat.

Aōha rūho syt. Ipradon.


His Valyrian is terrible. He only wants to give you money, so your baby can eat.

Zȳha Valyria qupēgrie issa. Gēlȳri aōt tepagon jaelas, hegnīr aōhys rūs ipradagon kostos.


The Lord of Light sent the Mother of Dragons to you – and those who love the darkness chased her away.

Āeksio Oño jemot Muñe Zaldrīzoti jittas – se sȳndrori jorrāelis lȳr ozdakonot ziry dīntis.


How will you respond? Will you let them drag you back into the long night of bondage? Will you wring your hands while you wait idly for the Mother of Dragons to return?

Skorkydoso udlilat? Belmondo bantāzma bōsa jemī qlādīlusy botilat? Ondossa jorhakēlāt, lykāpsirī Zaldrīzoti Muño amāzinon jumbari?


Or will you take up her flames yourselves? Will you burn away the chains and the nonbelievers who make them?

Iā jemēla zȳhys perzi ondurilat? Belma se pōnte sētessis lȳri nāpāstyri ozzālilāt?


Will you fight for your own salvation, now that Queen Daenerys is not here to fight for you? Will you kill the–

Jemēlo kāerīnnon ivīlībilāt, lo sīr Dāria Daenerys jemī ivīlībagon kesīr īlos daor? Āeksia ossēnilat se–


Maybe she saw a ghost. My sister’s friend’s mother saw a ghost and her hair turned white.

Ishish me tih leyes. Mai okeosi inavvasi anni tih leyes majin noreth moon zasqaso.


Pink people are afraid of the sun. It burns their skin. So this pink girl, she probably stands too long in the sun and her hair goes white.

Hannavenaki rokhi shekhes. Me avvirsae ilek moroa. Majin jin hannaveneesi, ishish me kovara torga shekhi k’athneakari sekke majin noreth zasqasoe.


You think she’s got white pussy hair, too? You ever been with a girl with white pussy hair?

Hash yer dirgi megech mae hemee ma norethoon zasqa akka? Hash yer ray chilo ma nayatoon ma qeviroon lajaki zasqa?


Only when I was fucking your grandma.

Kash anha hile kristasof yeri disse.


I’ll ask Khal Moro for a night with you. What do you think?

Anha aqafak zhey Khaloon Moro ajjalanes ma yeroon. Fin yer dirgi?


Pretty eyes, but she’s an idiot.

Tihi zheana, vosma me tokik.


She doesn’t have to be smart to get fucked in the ass.

Anha vo zigerok memé deva ahilek mae vi choyokh.


I like to talk when I’m finished. Otherwise, we might as well be dogs.

Me allayafa anna vasterat irge me nakhoe. Hash vos, hash kisha janaan.


For you, my Khal. The white-haired girl we found in the hills.

Ha shafkea, zhey Khal anni. Nayat nharesi vizhada mekisha ezish sh’olta.


Look at those lips, blood of my blood.

Tihis jin hethis, zhey qoy qoyi.


Blue-eyed women are witches.

Chiorisi tihi chandri maegi.


It is known.

Me nem nesa.


Cut off her head before she casts a spell on you.

Zirisses nhare moon hatif me ta movekh yeraan.


Even if I was blind, I’d hear my wives say, “Cut off her head,” and I’d know this woman is beautiful.

Hash anha azisirek, hash anha acharak mechiorikemis anni asti ki, “Zirisses nhare moon”, majin anha anesak sekosshi mejin chiori zheanae.


I’m glad I’m not blind. Seeing a beautiful woman naked for the first time – what is better than that?

Me allayafa anna m’anha vo zisirok. Tihat chiories zheana k’athzhonathari hatif eyaki – fin adavrana?


Killing another Khal.

Atthasat eshna khales.


Yes, killing another Khal.

Sek, atthasat eshna khales.


Conquering a city and taking her people as slaves and taking her idols back to Vaes Dothrak.

Assilat vaes majin azzafrolat gimisires mae majin yanqolat jor mae Vaesaan Dothrak.


Breaking a wild horse, forcing a half ton of muscle to submit to your will.

Vishaferat hrazef chafi; iffat krazaaj mesi k’oakahi.


Seeing a beautiful woman naked for the first time – it is among the five best things in life.

Tihat chiories zheana k’athzhonathari hatif eyaki – me vi mek athnakhar adavranaz atthiraroon.


Do not touch me.

Vo frakho anna vosecchi.


I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons.

Anha Daenerys Vazyol h’Okreseroon Targeryen, Atak ma Hakesoon Mae, Osavvirsak, Khaleesi Mirini, Khaleesi m’Andahli ma Roynari m’Ataki, Khaleesi Havazhofi Hranni, ma Haggey-Assamvak ma Mai Zhavorsi.


You are nobody, the millionth of your name, Queen of Nothing, slave of Khal Moro.

Yer vosak, yorak ma hakesoon yeri, Khaleesi Vosi, zafra Khali Moro.


Tonight I will lie with you, and if the Great Stallion is kind you will give me a son. Do you understand?

Ajjalan anha achilok ma yeroon, ma hash Vezhof erina, hash yer vayyoe anhaan rizhes. Hash yer tihoe?


I will not lie with you. And I will bear no children, for you or anyone else. Not until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east.

Anha vos ochilok ma shafkoa vosecchi. M’anha vo vayyok vo yal che ha shafkea che h’eshnakaan. Avvos vosma shekh yola she jimma ma drivoe she titha.


I told you she is a witch. Cut off her head.

Anha ast yeraan, me maegi. Zirisses nhare moon.


I like her. She has spirit.

Me allayafa anna. Athvadar mra qora.


I was wife to Khal Drogo, son of Khal Bharbo.

Anha chiorikemoon ha Khalaan Drogo ki Bharbosi.


Khal Drogo is dead.

Khal Drogo driva.


I know. I burnt his body.

Anha nesak. Anha avvirsa khadokh moon.


Forgive me. I did not know. It is forbidden to lie with a Khal’s widow. No one will touch you, you have my word.

Anha nemo echomosak. Anha vo neso. Me izvena, jin athchilozar ma khaleenisoon. Vosak ofrakha yera vosecchi, anha astak yeraan asqoy.


If you will escort me back to Meereen, I will see that your khalasar is given a thousand horses as a sign of my gratitude.

Hash shafka vidrisofi anna Mirinaan, hash anha vammelisok mekhalasar shafki nem vazha dalen hrazef k’azhi anhoon.


When a khal dies, there is only place for his khaleesi.

Hash khal drivoe, hash at gachi disse vekha ha khaleesisaan mae.


Vaes Dothrak. The Temple of the Dosh Khaleen.

Vaes Dothrak. Vaesof Doshi Khaleen.


To live out her days with the widows of dead khals.

Athira asshekhis mae ma khaleenisoa khali drivi.


It is known.

Me nem nesa.


Fun game: See if you can spot the Dothraki grammar error that I heard live and thought, “Oh, dang, they messed that up”, only to find out that, no, I messed that up. FML

India = episke ryggsekker

Reiser i morgen. Det er jo ganske så fisefint. Viste du at man må ha med seg 15 pakker med piller? Og myggspray? Og dassrull slik at du kan tømme tarmen komfortabelt?

Min sekk er på 80 liter, men er alikevel full. Kjøpt noen snasne pølser som man putter ting i for å spare plass og ha bedre oversikt. Det gøye er at de tar enda større plass enn hvis jeg ikke hadde brukt dem. Fine er de ihvertfall.

Her.glan på mine pakkepølser:

Jaggu har jeg ikke kjøpt meg en rumpetaske som det skal puttes sånne pass og ark inni og. 

Check it out:

Det er den oppe til venstre. Mja.

Og til slutt lagde jeg noen helfrekke business cards som det stod på reiselappen at man skulle ha. Laminert og greier:


Like a boss! Så det var det. 

Neste post blir dagens antrekk i New Delhi.


Open War RP

Raide sat in his camp. men moved about in a hurry, strapping weapons and armor on. He sighed. It was shaky, uneven. He clenched his fist and slammed it into the table. This was nothing compared to Olet, why was he so… afraid? He heard the guards stop someone at his tent. “Let them in you sekks! They’re collective for hells sake!” He shouts as he steadies his hand.

rosebitter  asked:

AHHHHHHH!! I haven't been on Tumblr in a few days, but I've been catching up on this week's Daily Show episodes and THERE YOU ARE! Congrats on that, wow! What was it like being there? How nervous were you?

I was not as nervous as when I spoke at TED. That set the high water mark for nervousness for me. Even so, I was pretty nervous. It’s funny, I always wanted to be a guest on The Colbert Report, because, unlike every single other talk show with guests, on The Colbert Report, Stephen Colbert walked to the guest who was seated, and not the other way around. He did it because the character he played was supposed to be really self-absorbed, and thus wanted to do the walk of fame every time, but for me, I was most nervous about walking out from behind the set to the table. I was afraid of tripping, or of walking unnaturally. I also have a natural limp (my right leg is shorter than my left), so I get a little self-conscious about people seeing that (if you watch this video of my appearance on The Next List, you’ll see me limping when me and @thisallegra are walking along the beach). This, to be honest, was what I was most nervous about.

I was actually quite relieved, though, when I walked out to wait to go on next, because Trevor Noah has changed the set quite a bit from when Jon Stewart was the host, and one of the things he changed is the distance from the off-stage area to the desk. There really is no walk. You take a couple steps, and then you have to step onto the raised platform on which the desk sits. Consequently, it wasn’t an issue, and so that set me at ease.

But yeah, other than that, it was awesome. I was surprised to see that as a guest, you go through a side entrance that really looks like a door in an alleyway. There’s just a small little overhang, a security guard, and two little fences that say “The Daily Show” that the guard puts out when the show is on.

I guess the audience enters through the front, but I actually never saw it (it must be further north on 11th Avenue).

Inside the dressing room is a bunch of really cool art (took a picture of my favorite), and I also a bunch of snacks, all of which I photographed, because this is what’s important to me.

In the second picture you can see that there’s a TV in there, and you can watch the live feed of the show while you wait to be called back. They did makeup on me, which I hate, but which I recognize as an absolute necessity (I have bags under my eyes 24/7), and beforehand Trevor came back so we could go over the conlang bit we did at the beginning, but otherwise, we just chilled back stage until it was time for me to go be interviewed. Once the show got started, it actually proceeded rather quickly—probably not much longer than a half an hour. I’ve now seen my interview, and I think they did cut down one of my answers (though I forget what I said. It was the second-to-last response), but other than that, it happened exactly the way you see it.

Also, for the curious, this was the dialogue we scripted out at the beginning:

  • TREVOR: Guderet k’agetirim! “Welcome to the show!”
  • DAVID: Sembaruch isshef! “Thank you!”
  • TREVOR: New Yorkī sōnar raqō daor?* “Are you enjoying winter in New York?”
  • DAVID: Athfishari vekha jinne sekke. “It’s way too cold here.”
  • DAVID: Ha yu na kik raun hir, you? “How can you live here?”

*Note: Should be sōnari. My bad there.

The languages are, in order, Kinuk’aaz from Defiance; Noalath from The Shannara Chronicles; High Valyrian from Game of Thrones; Dothraki from Game of Thrones; and Trigedasleng from The 100. The first four were planned, but I threw in the last one at the end just for fun to see how Trevor would react. ;)

For those who drink alcohol, it’s interesting to note that there were several types of beer in the mini fridge in the dressing room. I think this may be for guests who are extra nervous. And inside the bag was a Daily Show hat and t-shirt, which are now my treasures. I will wear the shirt on a day when I am certain there’s no way Meridian will spit up on me. Perhaps on a trip. Until then, I just go to my closet periodically and pet it.

Looking back at those pictures, I’m now regretting I didn’t take a bunch of those Kitkats with me… Those’d be pretty sweet right about now. Oh well. Next time. :)

Overall, 10/10 would rec. I know I’m not the first Tumblorg to be on The Daily Show, but I’d like to think I’m the most accessible. If not, then someone just send me an ask saying, “DUDE!!! BE MORE ACCESSIBLE!!!!! WTF?!?!?!?” That should do it.

And my daughter has just informed me in her usual way that she is in need of a diaper change. The adventure continues! Thanks for the ask!