I'm so excited to finally be able to share the piece I did for @thecodywanzine! It's been a pleasure to be allowed to participate in such an amazing project alongside all these incredibly talented people. 🧡
If you aren't already a proud owner of a copy of the zine, keep a look out for the leftover sale soon!
obsessed with sokka’s name kinda popping up everywhere in school books years after atla. like yeah ur learning history about the end of the hundred year war? oh right with the avatars amazing team and some non bender named sokka who probably wasn’t all that important. on to gym class where u learn different fighting styles, did you know btw that the first guy to ever train with the kyoshi warriors was some random guy named sokka? oh well. can’t be late for physics where we learn about the invention of the air balloon and the submarine by … sokka? huh okay I guess, on to politics where we learn about all these important decrees over all the different nations which were first proposed by.. ah man, sokka? again? anyway art class now, here look at these paintings made by sokka
@queenangella your tags ❤️
for chinese new year they get all these famous actors and comedians together and they do a lil show and one of the comedians was like “i was in a hotel in america once and there was a mouse in my room so i called reception except i forgot the english word for mouse so instead i said ‘you know tom and jerry? jerry is here’
jerry is here
my chinese teacher once shared this story in class about someone who went to the grocery to buy chicken, but they forgot the english word for it, so they grabbed an egg, went to the nearest sales lady and said “where’s the mother”
When I was a teenager, we went to Italy for the summer holidays. We are German, neither of us speaks more than a few words of Italian. That didn’t keep my family from always referring to me when they wanted something translated because “You’re so good with languages and you took Latin”. (I told them a hundred times I couldn’t order ice cream in Latin, they ignored that.) Anyway, my dad really loved a certain cheese there, made from sheep’s milk. He knew the Italian word for ‘cheese’ – formaggio – and he knew how to say ‘please’. And he had already spotted a little shop that sold the cheese. He asked me what ‘sheep’ was in Italian, and of course, I had no idea. So he just shrugged and said “I’ll manage” and went into the shop. 5 mins later, he comes out with a little bag, obviously very pleased with himself. How did he manage it? He had gone in and said “'Baaaah’ formaggio, prego.”
I was done for the day.
This makes me feel better about every conversation I had in both Rome and Ghent.
I once lost my husband in the ruins of a French castle on a mountain, and trotted around looking for him in increasing desperation. “Have you seen my husband?” I asked some French people, having forgotten all descriptive words. “He is small, and English. His hair is the color of bread.”
I did not find my husband in this way.
In rural France it is apparently Known that one brings one’s own shopping bags to the grocery store. I was a visitor and had not been briefed and had no shopping bag. I saw that other people were able to conduct negotiations to purchase shopping bags, but I could not remember the word for “bag.”
“Can I have a box that is not a box,” I said.
The checkout lady looked extremely tired and said, “Un sac?” (A sack?)
Of course. A fucking sack. And so I did get a sack.
I once was at a German-American Church youth camp for two weeks and predictably, we spoke a whole lot of English.
When I phoned my mom during week two I tried to tell her that it was a bit cold in the sleeping bag at night. I stumbled around the word in German because for the love of god, I could remember the Germwn word for sleeping bag.
“Yeah so, it’s like a bag you sleep in at night?”
“And my mother must probably have thought I lost my mind. She just sighed and was like ‘So, a Schlafsack, yes?”
Which is LITERALLY Sleeping sac … The German word is a basically a one on one translation of the English word and I just… I failed it. At my mother tongue. BIG
My former boss is Italian and she ended up working in a lab where the common language was English. She once saw an insect running through the lab and she went to tell her colleagues. She remembered it was the name of a famous English band so she barged in the office yelling there was a rolling stone in the lab…
I’m Spanish and have been living in the UK for a while now. I recently changed jobs and moved to a new office which is lost somewhere in the Midlands’ countryside. It’s a pretty quaint location, surrounded by forest on pretty much all sides, and with nice grounds… full of pheasants. I was pretty shocked when I drove in and saw a fucking pheasant strolling across the road. Calm as you please.
That afternoon I met up with some friends and was talking about the new job, and the new office, and for the life of me I couldn’t remember the English word for pheasants. So I basically ended up bragging to my friends about “the very fancy chickens” we had outside the office.
Best thing is, everyone understood what I meant.
I love those stories so much…
Picture a Jewish American girl whose grasp of the Hebrew language comes from 10+ years of immersion in Biblical and liturgical Hebrew, not the modern language. Some words are identical, while others have significantly evolved.
She gets to Israel and is riding a bus for the very first time.
American: כמה ממון זה? (”How much money?” but in rather archaic language)
Bus Driver: שתי זוזים. (”Two zuzim” – a currency that’s been out of circulation for millenia)
that’s hilarious
I am officially screamlaughing at my desk from that last one OH MY
Does everyone know the prime minister who promised to fuck the country?
So in Biblical Hebrew the word for penis and weapon are the same. There is a verb meaning to arm, which modern Hebrew semanticly drifted into “fuck”: i.e. give someone your dick.
The minister was making a speech while a candidate, bemoning the state of the world. “The Soviet Union is fucking Egypt. Germany is fucking Syria. The Americans are fucking everyone. But who is fucking us? When I am prime minister, I will ensure we are fucked!”
What the hell Biblical Hebrew.
Just guessing: The path from something like “give someone a blade” to “give someone a blade, if you know what I mean ;)” is probably not that difficult or unlikely.
^Given that the Latin word for sheath (like, for a sword) is literally “vagina”, I can verify that this metaphor is a time-honored one.
Oh yeah and one time my Latin professor was at this conference in Greece and his flight was canceled, so he needed to extend his hotel stay by one more night.
Except he doesn’t speak a lick of modern Greek, and the receptionist couldn’t speak English. Or French. Or German. Or Italian. (He tried all of them.)
Finally, in a fit of inspiration, he went upstairs and got his copy of Medea in the original Greek (you know, the stuff separated from modern Greek by two and a half thousand years). He found the passage where Medea begs Jason to let her stay for one more day, went downstairs, and read it to the receptionist.
She laughed her head off, but she gave him the extra night.
Reblogged just for Medea
The way I have to find anything on this website. Hair the color of bread, me, 2016.
I AM NORMAL ABOUT THE JAMES WEBB SPACE TELESCOPE
THESE ARE REAL IMAGES. NOT ARTIST RENDITIONS OR ANYTHING ELSE.
REAL. ACTUAL. PHOTOS.
HIGH DETAIL INFRARED PHOTOS OF DISTANT GALAXIES COLLIDING. OF THE CENTERS OF GALAXIES.
OF GRAVITATIONAL LENSING
OF WHAT IS QUITE POSSIBLY ONE OF THE FIRST GALAXIES EVER FORMED AND THE FARTHEST EVER DETECTED.
I AM NORMAL ABOUT THIS
Some might say:
Wilco had to die
because he wouldn’t comply
Violence
I’m sooooo normal about him. Some would even say I’m the most normal ever
Babysitting the 501st is a full time job and he’s not even getting paid.
But these soldiers were not faceless to me, each man quickly forged his own personality, I still think of my second-in-command, CC-2224 — who I called “Commander Cody” — with a great fondness.
I miss him to this day. Even though he eventually tried to kill me.
Obi-Wan Kenobi gritted his teeth. The weight of the unconscious man on his shoulders grew heavier with every step.
As he made his way up the rocky mountainside, his vision began to blur and darken at the edges. Blood had started to seep through his robes.
The Jedi stopped momentarily, closed his eyes, and blinked hard. His breath was raspy, lips chapped, lank stray hairs criss crossing his line of view.
He heaved in a sharp breath, and took another pained step up the stony slope.
Only after taking his fourth stride did he falter and collapse. There was a grunt, and then silence.
Mere moments had passed, when suddenly the man draped across his limp body stirred.
The soldier woke with a jolt, and scrambled to his feet, letting out a low angry growl.
“Stupid jetii,” he hissed as he unceremoniously rolled over the semi conscious knight. “You just wasted your sorry life getting in my way.”
His gloved hands reached for the lightsaber clipped to the fallen man’s belt, there was a sharp flash of bright blue light followed by a low hum.
Obi-Wan blinked up at the soldier, his eyelids half closed, but his gaze held steady.
“Cody—“ he breathed out, barely above a whisper.
Cody’s expression darkened, his features contorting into an expression of rage. His hands gripped the hilt tightly, and in one swift movement he pointed the glowing saber straight down at the ginger haired man’s exposed neck.
“I’ll cut your throat! That’ll shut you up!” He snarled viciously.
Obi-Wan remained unfazed, his blue eyes meeting the wild gaze of the man above him.
“You’re beautiful..” he breathed.
—
Someone on twitter mentioned that the codywan enemies-to-lovers art I was working on gave off the vibes from this scene in Princess Mononoke. Needless to say, my gay little brain went absolutely apeshit and made this within a span of 48 hours.
Honestly padme is so funny. Girl is living her best wattpad y/n bad boy fanfic life while ignoring the operatic tragedy that keeps getting louder and louder in the background. Every time she and Anakin talk she's wilfully ignoring the jaws music. He might be an out and proud fascist mass murderer but it's ok because she's not like other victims and he would never kill people SHE cares about or overthrow the democracy SHE works for.
Honestly the toxicity is inspiring. Padme loves a project.
I honestly aspire to be the specific kind of messy bitch that Obi Wan Kenobi is. I mean that dude is barely hanging on but you would literally never know from looking at him. He has a signature look. The hair, the beard, the knee high boots. And he has a colour scheme for his wardrobe and it is working for him. Not everyone can pull off such a severe amount of beige but he can. He has a very specific aesthetic which I can only describe as sexy karate instructor and part time cowboy (I can see him pulling off cowboy boots) and he sticks to it. Maybe he’ll switch up his hair once and a while but he knows what works for him because when you look that good, no one can tell you are seconds from having a mental breakdown and I have nothing but respect for it.
I recently saw this post asking whether Nautolan head-tentacles can regenerate, and that got me thinking about the absolutely wild regenerative properties of marine animals. And that got me thinking about sea stars, which can grow an entirely new sea star from a severed limb, and that got me thinking about what if Nautolans could do that too???
Now, sea stars can only grow a whole new pal if the severed limb contains a large enough chunk of the central disk, and the whole reason any of that is possible is because the arms each contain all the vital organs, which obviously a Nautolan’s head-tentacles don’t. But imma ignore that in favor of my much more entertaining idea.
Picture this: Kit is out in battle, leading the charge through an army of droids, and a flailing droid limb slices off one of Kit’s head-tentacles. The team medic is highly concerned, because sir you have a head injury, I can see your skull, we need to get you to medical asap, and Kit is far more concerned with locating the severed tentacle, dropping to his hands and knees and scooping it out of the rubble and cradling it to his chest like a baby. A nearby shiny passes out because the General is holding a bloody severed limb and that’s just too much to handle. The medic is growing increasingly concerned about the General’s head injury, but Kit is like no no we need to bring this with us, we need to get it in a tank of salt water right away, and the clones are sure the General has gone mad but they do it anyway and only then does Kit allow himself to be put in a batch tank.
Fast forward a week or so and Kit has a tiny little stub growing where the head-tentacle was lost. Some of the clones find it interesting that he can grow them back, others find it a bit gross, but they’re all just happy their General is fine. They’re still uneasy about his obsession with the severed tentacle though, he’s constantly checking the water filtration and everything. Oddly enough, the head-tentacle doesn’t seem to be decomposing or anything at all.
In fact, it… seems to be… growing?????????
Over the course of a year the clones that are brave enough go visit the corner of the medbay every now and then to check on the General’s severed head-tentacle, which appears to be growing a whole new Nautolan. And then one day Kit saunters out onto the main deck holding a miniature version of himself in his arms, looking very pleased, and the clones are like… what even is nature. How.
And Kit’s just like, “this is my son, his name is Kat.”
And the clones salute the little miniature General and immediately adopt him because he’s a clone too, after all, and clones stick together.
@tessiete - But also this is EXACTLY what I imagined him looking like in Only Hope and I am not okay!??
{Picture credit: I got this off fennecsrifle on TikTok but idk who made the original edit I'm sorry 😭 If anyone finds out who made it make sure to let me know because they deserve ALL the credit 🙏}
