wacky words

Cookie Crumbs, Singing, and Bad Dancing

So I entered the VLD Halloween Exchange (I never got anything but nm) and got @fumiikage. Here’s my entry from 2 ish weeks ago.

“We need to piss Iverson fucking off!”

“He did dare us to enter the talent show.” Hunk reminds Pidge, walking side by side to her in hallway. A laptop and what Keith thinks is a robot is pressed to her chest, a cord dangling by her knees. Shiro’s already tried to wrap it around her wrist but it came unwound anyway. He’s glancing over her shoulder to make sure it somehow doesn’t mysteriously grow an extra feet and trip the no-sleep genius. “Yeah,” Keith says, lifting and stretching his arm awkwardly so a girl can slip past him in the hallway. He tries not to hiss when his elbow hits the dorm wall when she’s past. “But he’s expecting us to do something crazy to win. We need to do the most classic, white thing ever. His favorite. And ruin it for him, so he’ll never forget the time we showed him up when he sees it. Really throw him for a loop and get his blood boiling.”

“White thing” Allura repeats to herself, tucking her face into her scarf a little more. She shifts closer to Shiro unconsciously.

Outside, it’s mid-winter and snow decorates half the city like frosting on a lumpy cupcake. December break is a week and a half  away, and he’s ready to escape the Garrison’s dorms for as long as possible. For a prestigious high school, this place was bat shit insane most the time.

(He couldn’t deny he liked it.)

“Iverson has been playing Christmas music non-stop in class. Singing Christmas songs is white-person-y” Pidge trails off, biting her thumb. “We need someone who can sing.“ She snaps her head up, light reflecting off her glasses haphazardly. Keith feels his shoulders jump, but he ignores it to catch Pidge’s rant as they walk through the hall to Lance’s dorm. The one he shared with Keith and Hunk.

“-Iverson is a dick, as we all know, so of course he plays the oldest, catchy Christmas ear-worms…Jingle Bells isn’t good enough, Carol of the Bells is too old-fashioned to ruin it, Hark the Harold Angel Sings needs a damn chipmunk to hit those notes” she snaps, nearly dropping her robot. “All I Want for Christmas is You is his favorite. He played it for an hour and a half straight, I kid you not. I can still hear it in my ears. The whole class probably can. Let’s wreck it.”

“Alright, so we’ve picked the song. Now we just need somebody to sing it.” Keith nods, recalling the cheery music and screams he had heard passing Iverson’s class one day. “Knowing Iverson, they’ll have to sing it perfectly. Otherwise, he’ll find a way to criticize it.” Shiro pointed out, turning the corner behind Pidge. “So, we just need someone with the voice of an angel.” Allura snorts. “Plenty of those here, in an academic and sports based boarding school.” Hunk adds, stopping in front the door to his, Keith’s, and Lance’s dorm. “Maybe Lance will know someone?” Allura sounds hopeful. Hunk’s silver key slots in the key hole with a quiet click.  “Who doesn’t he know?” Pidge asks, tossing a look over her shoulder. Hunk twists the key and the knob. “We’ll just have to look around and hope for the best.”

Two things waft out of the open door: the warm smell of peanut butter cookies baking. They aren’t Hunk’s, but warm cookies always remind Keith of late nights sitting cross legged in front of the stove with a younger Shiro, watching round circles of dough bake. The tile floor would be warmed by the dingy stove in front of them, and they’d guess which ones would end up burnt. It was usually most of them. 

And the voice of a literal angel.

If he was a sinner, this voice would be the thing that made him repent.

It’s gorgeously high and low, clear and in tune with the song. Each syllable is strong, concise, and obviously practiced. It was the voice of an angel rehearsing. It was beautiful. It was-

“-every mistletoe, until I know it’s true love, he thinks of, so next Christmas, I’m not all alone boy- ”

Singing a pop song.

“Santa, tell me, if you’re really there-”

Keith slowly steps inside, clutching his messenger bag in his hand so it doesn’t bang off his hip and hit the wall. Edging inside, he beckons two crooked fingers at the team of Verified Organisms Looking To Rage On Nit-Pickers (they didn’t count the p because of the hyphen) to inch inside with him. Cautious breath sharpens his focus. Carefully, he peers into the kitchen.

A tacky radio plays out the song on the countertop. The window is closed, grey curtains leaving the lights to electrically brighten the room.  A tall, young woman twists the dials on the stove, long, light brown hair trailing neatly down the slope of her back. “Santa tell me, if he really cares-” Scattered dirty mixing bowls and a mess of cookie cutters and leftover cookies dough are placed around a smiling, red-faced toddler. He laughs, grabbing at the long, tan fingers playing with him, combing his hair or tugging his clothes.  The hands lead up to skinny arms with lean muscle, which curve inward to broad shoulders and sharp collarbones above a solid chest and narrowed waist. Rocking heels sway long legs and hips.

“-someone to hold, be my fire in the cold-”

All of that (glorious body) was under a smooth neck and narrow chin. Soft lips sing out the next line.

“-Or if it’s true love, that he thinks of, -”

Lips he’s seen before.

(Okay, fantasized.)

That glorious voice, is coming from Lance.

Lance fucking McClain, the memeiest of VOLTRON and target of Iverson.

Hell yes.

Lance! You can sing?” Pidge screeches. Two reactions whip through Lance. His left arm is a literal blur as he smacks the radio off the counter. Cradled in his right is his baby nephew. Surprise and concern (and a little bit of fear and something new) sharpen his face.

“You bet your life my brother can sing.” The woman snorts, turning around from where she had bent to take out a sheet of cookies. “Our uncle was a chorus teacher and no way in this world was he going to leave his nephew tone deaf.” She slips off the oven mitts and dusts off her hands.  Her wide, demanding posture looked hilarious compared to Lance’s awkward one. The toddler stretches out his arms from Lance’s hold. His mom hauls her purse on her shoulder, throws the bowls in the sink, and takes the gurgling kid from Lance. “Name it, Lance can sing it. That’s the last tray, I hope you won’t eat all of them yourself, but that’s always a hope. I’ve got to get home, love you little bro, don’t forget to study!” A Confident Mom Whirlwind passes them in the hallway before the door in being closed with a bang.

“Hey, Lance. I’ve got a plan…”

“Oh God, oh God, that’s a big crowd…”

Lance sways side to side in place, hand discreetly holding back part of the curtain. Loud, rambunctious teenagers and stoic teachers fill the seats. The Talent Show would start in 5 minutes, but Lance wasn’t even going first. His fidgeting hands shouldn’t be tugging at his jacket this early. That new, unusual emotion shouldn’t be playing in his face. “Hey,” Keith says. “Want to make fun of the other acts while we wait?” “What?” Lance asks, dropping the curtain back into place. The audience disappears behind it.  His pink face is turned towards Keith and his arms are wrapped around his stomach.

“Well, see that girl on stilts?” Keith points to the girl in the 4 foot stilts and strange sheets. “Give me the craziest story for her.” "Ah” Lance bites the tip of his finger, clearly thinking, checks still light pink. (Holy shit- that is cute, get it together Kogane-) “Girl high on smoke from burning hotel room that was used by a drug dealer becomes stilt walker?” Keith snorts. “Sure. Now, what’s his?”

“Now, Lance McClain, singing "All I Want for Christmas is You!" 

This time, Lance’s cheeks are starting to burn and Keith can clearly tell what that emotion from the first time he heard Lance sing was: embarrassment.

He steps on stage, pushing back the curtain, leaving the rest of VOLTRON in the shadowy wings of the stage

Even in jeans and a baseball tee, he’s damn gorgeous, bright lights bringing out his beauty.

He stands. Brings the mic to his lips.

"I don’t want a lot for Christmas…”

(The note hangs in the air and Lance’s cheeks are on fire.)

Except Keith.

Impulsively, he jumps out on to the stage, ratty flannel on his hips and beanie smooshing his hair. He’s even surprising himself.  The audience stares at him in shock, most having jumped back from the bang he made. Lance looks back over his shoulder.

Keith starts interpretively dancing.

Putting on a sassy face, he wags his finger.

Oh God, what am I doing?

There’s a few giggles from the audience. But more importantly, the thing that convinces him to stay of this damn stage and make a fool of himself, is Lance’s reassured smile.

“There is just one thing I need,”

He sticks up a finger and holds his hand close to his heart, sweet grin on his face.

“I don’t care about the presents…”

Keith walks across the stage briskly, dismissively waving his hand.

He stops and folds himself into a box, crouching down.

“Underneath the Christmas tree…”

He springs back animatedly and hangs his arms over the spot he was in, mimicking branches.

“I don’t need to hang my stocking, There upon the fireplace…”

Spinning around, he pushes a tack into the air before frowning at it.

“Santa Claus won’t make me happy…”

Keith crosses his arms and huffs. 

“With a toy on Christmas Day!”

With loud, heavy thumps he clomps across the stage like a Nutcracker.Â

"I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know…”

(God, that was true)

Keith points out to the crowd, then pokes the top of his head.

“Make my wish come true, All I want for Christmas is you, You baby!”

First, he clasps his hands together and turns to them imaginary sky. And then, he points to the crowd and makes incredibly awkward rocking motions.

“Oh, I won’t ask for much this Christmas..,” 

He crosses his arms as an x.

“I won’t even wish for snow….”

This is where he takes the awkwardness of dancing horribly on stage to a new level. He shakes his head, and then proceeds to wiggle his fingers while dragging them down through the air

“And I’m just gonna keep on waiting….”

A giant clock motion that involves both his arms.

“Underneath the mistletoe!”

Pinching his fingers, Keith shakes them over his head, stepping closer to Lance

“I won’t make a list and send it , To the North Pole for Saint Nick….”

He scribbles quickly and slices his hand out, like he was throwing a playing card

"I won’t even stay awake to, Hear those magic reindeer click!” 

More wagging fingers and snapping.

Cause I just want you here tonight 

Holding on to me so tight….”

Keith wraps his arms around himself and takes big, wide, spinning steps

“ What more can I do?

He throws up his arms and gives the crowd a what-can-you-do-about-it face.
"Baby all I want for Christmas is you! You you you baby!”

More crazed pointing and irregular rocking.

And everyone is singing, I hear those sleigh bells ringing!”

He shakes his fists and cups his ear.
"Santa won’t you bring me the one I really need? Won’t you please bring my baby to me?”

He sways to the song, making a fist and pulling it down to his heart. 

“Oh, I don’t want a lot for Christmas, This is all I’m asking for….”

The notes are slowing down, Lance’s voice really being tested. It was sweet and slow and perfect, and Keith would’ve given anything to bask in it longer. 

“I just want to see my baby…

Honestly shady, he points two fingers to his eyes then flicks them out at the crowd. Then, more aggressive rocking motions.

"Standing right outside my door….”

He draws a doorframe with his hands and steps through. 

“Oh I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know…”

Keith sways over to Lance, and drapes himself over his back, putting a finger to Lance’s temple.
“Make my wish come true….”

It’s been a long, impulsive night for Keith. And with a blinding smile from Lance and warm, soft skin beneath him, Keith literally could not make the wrong choice in his eyes.

He leans around and kisses Lance square on the mouth.

After the pause, Lance pulls back, face redder than ever.

“Oh, baby all I want for Christmas is you ,yo-ou baby.” The voice crack does not go unnoticed.

The crowd hoots and hollers. Wolf whistles fill the room.

Twisting Lance to face him better, Keith pulls him down to his lips. The crowd’s screaming, cheering, going utterly completely wild, but their energy couldn’t match the feelings in their kiss. Lance winds an arm between them, the other holding the mic, and grips the hair at the back of his neck. Keith is slowly putting his back to the crowd, shifting for a better position but too caught up in the now to move quickly. Hot, pliable lips push back against his and trust and passion charge his motions. He responds desperately to Lance, the first sweet caramel taste just a temptation for the thirst in him.

The noise Lance makes when he bites Lance’s lower lip gets caught in the mic.

And now they’re both red, panting. Hurriedly, Lance shoves the mic in the announcer’s hand and grabs Keith, sprinting backstage, away from the screaming.

They make out in a dark corner until they hear the announcer’s slightly confused voice.  

“And the winners are…. Klance? What?

Breaking their lip lock, Lance gasps for air and pulls back, gulping air deeply like it’ll glue his composure together. "C'mon, we won.” He smirks, quickly fixing Keith to look as presentable as possible before pulling him off the wooden block. Lance forgets to straighten his clothes.

The masses start their trademark unholy screeching.

songbirdghost  asked:

The "And Now A Word From Us Kids" equivalent bumper that impacted me when it was Marc Brown talking about the production of the show, how he painted the background with watercolors and how they animated it. It was my first introduction to how these shows were even made, and since then I've loved animation and the work behind it. I had known that I loved cartoons, but I think that segment really solidified that fascination for me.

oh wow, that sounds like a really awesome segment! i’m so glad to hear it fostered a love of animation in you like that :>

i haven’t seen that’un myself but i’m gonna poke through the episodes i have and see if i can find it. having marc brown walk you through the animation process sounds so cool :0 

@impracticaldemon​ replied to your text post
Fascinating. I never quite understood. But is the cheese shortage because there just isn’t a lot of room for dairy? (Probably a dumb question. I guess you’d need Mountain Cows or something. Goat cheese?)

Mmm… goat cheese……

But that’s my understanding, yes! Though there are some dairy farms in Hokkaido, for example.

And we get very hyperbolic, but it’s not like there’s zero cheese here–it’s an affordability problem. Even ‘plastic cheese’ can be pricey. 

I should take some supermarket photos and throw together a post…

Need to come up with a consistent shade of Black that can be separate from pitch black outlines for different monitors.

Lot of my characters have black in their color scheme

What wacky word I came up can you read with no problem before you have to start squinting or struggling? And can you read that right text no problem?

NaNoWriMo Updates 3-5

Day 3
Words today: 1,126
Words total: 5,892

Day 4
Words today: 142
Words total: 6,044

Day 5
Words today: 2,388
Words total: 8,422

Had a busy weekend as I was out of town, followed by an emotional D&D session, but I actually managed to get back on track today! Still lots of content to write up as well, so that’s exciting. Didn’t think I’d reach 50k with this, if I’m being completely honest.

Canon compliant (including epilogue)

  1. Turn: One good turn always deserves another. Apparently. Words: 321,769 
  2. Building With Worn Out ToolsRight smack in the middle of a stormy divorce from Ginny, Harry has no reason to be attracted to his Arguer, Draco Malfoy. I mean, it’s Malfoy. Words: 129,552 

Canon compliant (excluding epilogue (EWE))

  1. Reparations (Healer!Harry &Healer!Draco):Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places. Words: 92,767 (note: this fic is ridiculuosly cute and Harry and Draco are so in character, it’s one of my favourites and also has a sequel, yay! )
  2. On a Clear day: Draco Malfoy is waiting for his real life to begin, and it appears that he’s not the only one. Coffee, charity, and the wisdom of the elderly. Words: 43,663
  3. Sandcastles and FingerpaintsHarry and Draco meet up at a Ministry celebration, and wackiness ensues. Words: 12,595
  4. Here’s The Pencil, Make It WorkHarry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?" Words:49493 
  5. Draco Malfoy, It’s Your Lucky Day (8th year): Even though he’s unarmed, injured, lost in the Forbidden Forest, and facing a possible murder charge, Draco Malfoy gets lucky. Words: 38,929
  6. There Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain(8th year):It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross. Words: 22,038
  7. At Your Service(8th year): Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There’s only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved. Words: 99,351 (note: this fic is full of suspense and major plot twists, it’s so much fun to read. I recommend it wholeheartedly)
  8. Mental(8th year): Harry thinks that he’s already spent quite enough time sharing a mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimency spell says otherwise… Words: 195,545
  9. Get Some(8th year): Harry is getting rather fed up with everyone treating him differently after the war, and catches hold of the one person who doesn’t seem to care about his hero status. Words: 81,220

now on to: AUs:

  1. Bond(7th year!AU):Yet another one of those Harry And Draco Are Forced To Be Together By Something Beyond Their Control And Then Stuff Happens Leading To Twoo Wuv stories. Because every HD writer has to write at least one.Words: 204,036
  2. Superlatives(7th year!Au & also ABANDONED): A photo of Harry and Draco captured by Colin Creevey’s camera sets off a series of unexpected events. (note: even though this fic will not be finished, I beg you to read it. It does not end with a cliffhanger and the story is rather sweet and realistic)

and another category: Non-magic!AUs (they will always have a special place in my heart)

  1. Mother Knows BestWhen Narcissa Malfoy interferes in Draco’s life, she changes not only her son’s, but another boy’s life as well. A boy who has been through more tragedies than he’d care to admit. Words: 247,738 (note: this is maybe my favourite Drarry fic ever, it’s so well written)
  2. Things Happen"I’m going to tell you a story about Draco. Draco and his best friend.”  Words: 32,278
  3. Yorkshire PuddingsAfter an unexpected encounter in a supermarket, Harry’s Christmas takes an interesting turn of events. Words: 14,361
  4. Draco’s Boy: A mysterious little boy named Harry moves in next door to Draco Malfoy, and he’s determined to make him his friend and learn all of his secrets. Years later, he’s determined to make Harry more than a friend. Words: 186,063 
  5. Life, as Experienced Through Your FingersDraco Malfoy loves boarding school almost as much as he hates it. But this new school for the arts provides him with more challenges and happiness than he ever expected to experience. Words: 110,654
How To Suck A Dick
Tyler Oakley & Korey Kuhl
How To Suck A Dick

Curiosity might’ve killed the cat - but not you cycle babies! This week, Tyler and Korey answer all your daunting questions with some Psychobabble proverbs. Take note of their wacky, yet wise words as they teach you the best butts for the munchies, the most appropriate time to drop a dookie, and the proper method to suck a…well, you read the title. Download the entire episode for free, HERE!

“Without fail!! EVERY time I leave my house, it’s as if I’ve given up my every right to be left alone, or treated with respect!!! You flies with your unyielding little minds!!! You think my difference from you is an excuse to comment on me, as if I were on display for you!! Like I’m the way I am BECAUSE I want the incessant gawking of strangers!!! Not only that, but you used the word ‘wacky’” —Johnny the Homocidal Maniac

[It’s based on that drunk whore Elsie, from Cabaret] You know, if I was ever gonna start a music festival, I wanted to have it somewhat be associated with a pill addicted dead hooker. [Yeah, well I mean we all do, but you actually thought of it. The first name was gonna be-] Well I was joking with you on the phone and I said Hullabaloo. And you were so into it! That’s when I went “Aw shit I should’ve called it Hullabaloo”. But Elsie to me is just so charming. Hullabaloo sounded like I trying to make it sound like Bonnaroo or Coachella or one of these kind of *wacky spirit words*. And, you know, “When I go I’m going like Elsie”.

M.D. emails:

“I love learning about linguistics and languages, know any books on this topic?”

YES! I love learning different languages (I’m currently trying to learn two) and I find linguistics utterly fascinating. I’m currently reading The Power of Babel: A Natural History of Language (John McWhorter) and it is an absolute read for anyone interested in the art of languages. 

For a fun read about wacky words in the English language, check out Horologicon: A Day’s Jaunt Through the Lost Words of the English Language (Mark Forsyth).

I’ve also heard great things about Empires of the World: A Language History of the World (Nicholas Ostler), which is more history than a technical linguistics study, however, I haven’t read it yet (it’s one of the million on my TBR list).

Any other linguistic-loving booklrs out there? I need to find more of you!