#correcting people's grammar is really obnoxious

[pigspeetsandhooflikefeets]

Millie’s backstory is actually so lame. She wasn’t even bullied for it. No one called her “run-of-the-Millie” because she wasn’t good at anything? I expected something deep, that would explain why she’s so obsessed with Priya’s parents, like her parents were so kind to her that she can’t stomach being forced to do all that. Instead she’s kinda disappointed.

Like geez, she’s mad at her generation for not curing polio- POLIO’S VACCINE WAS MADE WHEN JONAS SALK WAS 41. AND he was born in 1914. How is that your parent’s generation!? That’s the Lost Generation! And God forbid teenagers be a little immature when they are young. Their brains are literally wired differently. Anyone who obsesses over development (as I do actually, I study adolescent development for fun) would know that!

Also, assuming she did publish that book she was writing- who is it for? The show is being AIRED on television. People could SEE Ripper and Chase and whoever be morons. Ripper adamantly mentioned his record desire on camera. She’s not selling underground information. The only people who would care about these findings are people who ALREADY subscribe to the idea teenagers aren’t productive human beings. And those people don’t need some “insider information”, because the show already exists. They have DIRECT quotes to source from the other contestants. Why would second hand from Millie do anyone any good? Because she’s willing to punch down and throw her generation under the bus? They’re not going to protect her. The older people who hate them too hate her just as much. She didn’t even try to cure polio.

#also why do none of the other contestants care that Millie bashed them? they saw her confessionals after they were eliminated #it devolved into Priya's feelings only. are they suggesting literally none of them care because they're used to being shat on for their age #that's almost profound. but not canon #total drama #total drama spoilers #character hate #idk if anyone tags that for blacklist but yeah there you go #trust me her being carried was like the 3rd worst thing about her #she wasn't even funny... #correcting people's grammar is really obnoxious #Bowie correcting Wayne calling cabbage 'fruits' is funny tho because it's absurdist #saying ''um you mean well :)'' is so 12-years old #trust me I was KINDA like Millie... when I was 11-13 years old and stopped cold when I realized it sucked #piggy's TD posting

[tobyislame]

some ticci toby headcanons

consider this a headcanon salad cus these were all randomly thrown together as they came to me

- fragile masculinity up to the NINES with this one

- totally an ice eater what a sicko

- he's double jointed in so many places. also freakishly flexible. likes to freak people out by popping his joints in and out of place lmao

- has the crackiest bones ever. you think you hear sticks breaking in the woods its just toby's crack ass ankles

- weed partaker but stays the freak away from the bottle cus yk he doesn't want to find out if that "like father like son" stuff is true

- plays guitar and makes up shitty 1 minute sad guy with a guitar songs. fingerstyle typa guy

- plays ONLY FOR HIMSELF and gets embarrassed but tries to act like he's not if someone walks in on him. like he'll just hastily stop n scramble to put away his guitar n act all cool like he totally wasn't playing guitar just now and go "whaddyouwant"

- definitely sneaks into concerts and shows. it's easy for him to blend in there. gets suuuper fucking beat up in the pit cus yk he doesn't realize how battered up he's getting in the moment until he gets a glimpse of himself and is like oh hell my lip's busted and my nose is in a different place than it was before

- think he'd have an owen wilson nose on account of how much he's broken it

- also one of his canines is missing

- just a SUUUPER accident prone guy. has no sense of self preservation. like ZERO (cus he was never really taught how to manage his cipa) (well he was yk before The Incident but he doesn't remember much of it)

- has sun spots cus he's outside all day all the time. also tonsss of freckles and moles

- burns his playlists onto cds

- he'd like every music genre but in particular i think he'd listen to late 90s/early 2000s teenage boy music. also 80s music. specifically new wave stuff

- knows a lil bit of asl for his verbal shutdowns

- also i hc him as audhd

- along with his stutter (which i don't consider to be related to his tourettes) he also just has a speech impediment. like sometimes his r's or l's come out as w's and he has trouble pronouncing certain sounds or words and just says them wrong and people correct him consistently he just doesn't really listen or care to correct himself

- not too good at spelling or any of that grammar stuff

- i really want to stress that he's NOT stupid. he hate hate hates how people patronize him and make him out to be some sort of incapable dunce. it makes him feel small and he hates feeling small. he's smart, he's just not good at communicating it. no matter what he tries his words just come out wrong. "i'm lots smarter in my head" is what he'd probably say

- always has a fidget spinner/cube on him

- he kinda just vomits when he gets overwhelmed. like when he has to ride in a car he leans his head out the window like a dog the whole way, partly just cus he likes it and it's fun to play airplane with his hand in the wind but also cus he could spew his guts at any moment

- collects spider-man comics and cool rocks. also unironically looks up to spider-man cus he always gets back up despite all the shit he gets put through. he feels like he could learn from that. he thinks it makes him seem like a kid though which is something he really wants to prove that he's not so he keeps it to himself

- super gross oh my god he's so gross. like doesn't wash his body in the shower cus "the water will get it" picks his nose and eats it kind of gross. will also get all obnoxious and in your face about it if you rightfully tell him he's a sick fuck for that

- honestly that'd be his response every time someone criticizes him

- like you could be like "you fuckin reek" n he'd be like "oh yea?" and grapple you into a headlock with his armpit shoved in your face

- his speech pattern is a little funky. like his sentences just come out like they were sorta haphazardly put together. he doesn't make much sense a lot of the time

- i wanna say he's endearingly dorky but he's just fucking weird. like he probably flirts in a napoleon dynamite-esque fashion. he has a vague idea of what flirting is he just doesn't quite got it but hey he's got the spirit

- he really just has a vague idea of what conversation is in general. he just doesn't have that good of a grasp on how people talk to each other. he feels a major glaring disconnect between himself and every other human in the world and it just makes him feel even smaller

- a lost fucking puppy when it comes to talking to women. just completely and utterly helpless. he stutters a lot more he trips over his words a lot more which just makes him red it's brutal to watch

- my voiceclaim for him is whoever voices bumblebee before he loses his voice box in the michael bay transformers movies (just looked it up it's stiles fucking stilinski)

- his voice cracks all the time ESPECIALLY when he raises his voice. he gets red and embarrassed every time it does and he really badly tries to hide it which just makes it even funnier to everyone else poor guy

- wants so badly to be perceived as a big intimidating muscle man but he just isn't no matter how hard he tries

#just a glimpse inside my twisted sick headspace #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby headcanons #creepypasta #tobyhcs

[chaoticbooklesbian]

I finished reading The Color Purple for the first time today. (I started it yesterday and it was supposed to last me beyond the weekend, but that’s a different, shorter, post.) I’d seen the movie with Whoopi Goldberg and Oprah and Laurence Fishburne, so I knew the broad strokes of the story, and I also knew from outside sources that the book was much queerer than the movie.

What I didn’t know was how stylized the writing is. And it got me thinking about how, if I’d read it in high school like most people have, I would have absolutely hated it, solely on the basis of the stylization. (Stylized may be the wrong word here, but it’s the best one I have for it, so I’m using it. If you know a better one, please tell me!) I was (and to an extent, still am) a pedantic little shit, particularly manifesting as grammatical prescriptivism. I believed that there was a Correct Way to write, and that if you broke the rules for any reason, you were wrong and bad at writing. (I know better now.) I, therefore, hated anything that played with grammar or punctuation as part of the storytelling. And I would have, in no uncertain terms, thought that The Color Purple was one of the worst books ever written.

I’m glad I read it now, when I’ve had time to learn that my grammatical prescriptivism was not only obnoxious, but also classist and racist. It’s one of the things I’ve been reflecting on as I’ve read the last two days, alongside the actual story and the themes being presented. I’m not ashamed of the me who was a pedantic little shit, but I’m glad to have learned and grown. I’m glad that I can recognize that learning and growth, and see where my previous beliefs would have steered me wrong. (Ok, maybe I am a little ashamed of the me that was a pedantic little shit. She was kind of awful in a lot of ways. But she had lots of room for improvement, and a willingness to see it through, and I wouldn’t be me without her.)

I guess my point is to keep your eyes open for the places you’ve changed. Recognize the beliefs you no longer hold, how they may have served you in the past, how they may have steered you wrong, and how you’ve worked to grow past them. There’s always more room to grow, more work to do, but it can be really good to look back at where you’ve been and appreciate where you are.

#pedanticblah #i’m not perfect. nowhere near it #but i’m better than i used to be #and i don’t often get such stark reminders of it #anyway. the color purple is a fantastic book #it was part of my birthday present this year #as was slaughterhouse-five #because i didn’t read a BUNCH of classics in school #instead we read camus with no philosophical framework #animal farm with no sociopolitical context

[grimescum-2]

quick collection of head canons for funsies :o3 i dont know if i've mentioned any of these before or not but oh well

- i think anderson would be the kind of guy to absolutely melt into any physical affection. like, imagine this big tall dude leaning down so u can hold his big ol face in yr hands

- i am going to preach about kittycoded anderson until the day i die. it literally makes so much sense he and alucard fight like cats and dogs

- anderson prays before he eats anything. if you eat over at his house u best believe he wants you to join him (he respects if you don't do that but why would u not want to? literally free opportunity to hold his hand) sourced from my christian ass family

- "jesus christ" "DON'T use the lords name in vain"

- walter tries to be modest with physical affection so he wouldn't really know what to do at first . i think he'd def prefer verbal affection, praise, stuff like that

- walter is naturally particular about details. perfectionist that won't stop until he gets it right, includes basic tasks like cleaning and cooking

- walter is homophobic /j /j /one of my friends said he looked racist and homophobic in the first anime

- although not really a music person, i think walter's fave genre would be swing or jazz. he was born back then right??$? i did the math at some point but i forgot

- i've said this before but I'll say it again for this post, walter def puts a lot of care into his appearance. probably has some kind of skincare routine. the bitch

- walter enjoys watching old black and white movies in his free time. def one of those old people who complain about modern technology and the newer generation. much less obnoxious about it though

- if you gave walter a phone and told him to open settings he would explode. if he called u successfully without breaking it he'd be all like "i did it :D!! i pressed ONE button!!" then proceeds to accidentally call you all the time

- walter takes forever to type, signs his text messages and though he uses proper grammar he has occasional spelling errors because he has no clue what he's doing

- seras uses emojis often + a lot of exclamation marks, occasional run on sentence. if integra texts at all it's always perfectly grammatically correct or, like, 1-2 sentences. if not a singular word. i'm weird abt how alucard would text because i really think he'd say shit like lol lmao w basic grammar (punctuation and shit) but also ehhh??

- "have you seen my monocle i cant find it" "its on your face" "Oh"

- walter hates being publicly embarrassed. gets red in the face really quickly

- i dont think alucard has a favorite genre of music but still enjoys seeing what people come up with. i do think he'd have a preference for alternative or experimental music

- alucard is the epitome of adhd in my mind because i imagine he's always bored and up to fucking something. he'll come into integra's room and stand around like an idiot until he realizes he forgot what he came there for and leaves. talks and laughs to himself like a WEIRDO

- being alive for so long i think alucard would've tried everything at least once. now hes bored of it all and doesn't really have any hobbies aside from stalking people

- alucard also melts into any physical affection but i think he'd be the kinda guy to physically grab your arm and put it around him or something

- i dont know if he would exactly but imo he'd at least think about putting a bunch of random shit in his mouth. imagine u give him a flower or something and he leans down and eats it

#flea.talks #hellsingposting #projected my adhd onto alucard just a smidge #hellsing

[hadesbullshit]

If the marauders where australian:

Blacks r from Melb and they all went to Geelong Grammar, james also went to a private school but less swanky than grelomg. peter went to Catholic school. Remus's family is a farming family from like WA and he has the accent to boot. Hes on a scholarship

remus has this reputation of pureness, intelligence, and respectability to the teachers and students who don’t know much about him, but his friends know that he’s actually one of the worst of them all

Evan and Barty and Eashays who roll people at train-stations. Regulus is embarrassed to be seen with them (he sells the shose) and costly corrects their grammar.

Everyone calls Lilly an ranga. like they made a group chat called "ranga suport group"

Evan and Barty bully year 7s, remus watches and laughs and James is the only one who really feels bad or cares about the year 7s. Marlene and Sirius get uniform infringements every single day but most teachers gave up. remus deals drugs in the back of the oval. pandora wears chunky headphones. Remus and Sirius are that obnoxious couple that are always touching in some way, and Dorcas and Marlene are the couple that makes fun of them for it

James and sirus tried to make wine in the toilet at lunch. James loves vegimight. Reg thinks its too salty

James plays footie (Barty would play Footie but get kicked off the team for giving kids) concussions. reg plays tennis. remus runs cross country. sirus, marline and Dorcas play basketball. Lilly and Marry play netball. Reg and Peter are in chess club

#marauders #regulus black #sirus black #james #james potter #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #remus #dorcas meadowes #lilly evans #marry mcdoland #pandora #pandora rosier

[musingsofmyown]

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#i get so obnoxious and i've had someone say ''i never hear you talk and i love that you're finally talking. but please take it down a notch

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

'Emergency meeting: Landing Pub 7:45 tonight. Leave Sherlock at the flat'

  "Oh boy-"

  "Text from Lestrade? Is it a case?"

  John handed his phone to Sherlock,"No but he used correct punctuation, grammar and capitalisation. He's serious."

  "Why can't I go?"

  "I don't know-" He took the device back,"Guess I'll find out later tonight?"

______

At the pub-

______

  "Hey Greg, is everything alright mate?"

  They shook hands,"I just really, really need to talk to someone about this and you're quite possibly the only one who can understand my situation."

  "This calls for the strong stuff," He flagged the barkeep down,"Two fingers of whiskey neat for me and three for him on the rocks." 

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202 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#4

I've had a wonderful idea for a crack fic:

Sherlock breaks into Mycroft's house with John. Reason: they have a case question that needs to be answered and Mycroft isn't answering his phone or email.

They make their way to Mycrofts room, flipping the light on and Sherlock yelling,"Brother! Good morning!" it is, in fact, 4:10 in the morning.

Instead of just Mycroft sitting up and glaring at Sherlock, but Lestrade also sits up and they both look like caught teenagers.

John looks at Greg,"Mate, we need to go out for a pint and you better spill everything am I clear?" He was just as surprised as Sherlock, who was now frozen in his tracks,"I'm taking him home to recover, Mycroft answer your bloody phone."

chaos ensues

224 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

#3

Genuine

  "Sherlock," John locked eyes with the detective,"you are bloody gorgeous."

  A very prominent blush crept up the other's neck,"I-I erm…"

  "And adorable, look at that,"He leaned forward and smiled. John knew for a fact that he was one of the few people who existed that could actually catch him off guard, and by god this had to be the best way to get those gears in the detective’s head to stop.

  Sherlock broke eye contact and tapped nervously on the table,"You're getting too direct with your flirting."

  "So you've noticed?"

  He nodded and looked around the room, still refusing to look at John,"So- uh, what,” Sherlock cleared his throat, the telltale signs of embarrassment peeking through,”what brought this up?"

  "It's just been eating me up for a bit,"He propped his head up on his hands,"And I'd… I’d like to kiss you."

  Those few words caused Sherlock's entire system to malfunction, a small sound of shock barely escaped his lips. For a moment, John found it rather endearing that his friend was an actual blushing virgin, but as soon as the spell broke, he wondered what the consultant's response would be,"Me..?"

  "Yes, you."

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242 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#2

What if- and hear me out on this one- John and Sherlock knew each other from school, but met again years later when Mike Stamford introduced them?

And the moment John entered the room he goes "Sherlock? Sherlock Holmes is that you?"

Hearing his name called by the familiar voice, he looks up,"Oh! John-" he takes a second to do his little deduction thing,"Afghanistan or Iraq?"

"Bloody hell you still do the thing after all these years,"He goes to hug Sherlock, which he kindly takes,"and it was Afghanistan, you git."

"Thank you for finding a flatmate, Mike, I think we'll get along splendid."

As the two start reconnecting, Lestrade comes to the flat to give Sherlock a case- but he's both delighted and confused as to why the typically isolated consultant was laughing, with another person in the room. It was a real laugh too, not like the fake ones he's heard the brunet use when talking to suspects/wittnesses.

He knocks on the door and Sherlock opens it, smile still on his face,"Ah, Lestrade, case?"

"Ya, erm, who's your friend,"He grinned and looked to the blond man sitting in the armchair across from Sherlock's

"Oh," he let the DI in,"Lestrade, this is John, John Watson."

John stands to shake his hands,"Sherlock told me about you, and how he's working with the police on the tougher cases. I'm impressed by how much progress he's made since I last saw him."

"You two... know each other?" Greg, baffled by the connection.

"We're old friends-"

"Ex-partners actually,"John corrected, making a slight blush creep up the taller man's neck and cheeks.

"Lestrade! Case, please-"

"Right,"He chuckles.

Oh this would be an amazing fic-

I think I should write this one sometime

363 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Rupert Graves as Greg Lestrade is arguably the best choice of cast next to Benedict and Martin

fight me

he's perfect

437 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

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hey! are there particular aave words that a white person like me should be mindful of that i might not realize are aave (but have been popularized by social media)? sorry if this question is obnoxious at all!! a google search just seemed unproductive for current vernacular/colloquialisms and i didn't know if there are a couple particularly overused words beyond like what you tagged w finna

Right now, aave is so entwined with social culture and “internet speak” that there really is no way to police (for lack of better words) the use of it other than asking people to be self aware that they’re using language that they don’t regularly use.

That being said, the primary issues I have with the way aave is used on the internet are:

a) people don’t even know what the word that they’re saying means and have no idea how it even works in the sentence. I’m sure you’ve all seen a few posts floating around about how aave has its own rules to follow and isn’t just throwing in random words and “bad grammar”. This is how you end up with the misuse of words like “finna” (the example I stated in the tags, “I’m gonna finna”, makes absolutely no sense), “chile”, “tea”, “asf”, “be”, etc. The misuse alone is already weird in and of itself, but it also indicates that the people using it do not actually have those words in their vocabulary and are using them to mimic certain patterns of writing they see on the internet. Many of these patterns, of course, are stereotypical caricatures of the “sassy black woman”. So the people who misuse these words are doing it for shock value, in a way saying “haha look at me I’m so sassy and cool right now,” completely disrespecting people who actually incorporate aave (the CORRECT way) into the way they speak, boiling them down into a template to use whenever you want to seem sassy and culture savvy on the internet. For more examples (and a good laugh), I suggest searching up “aave struggle tweets”.

b) it’s becoming increasingly obvious (especially here on tumblr) that people lean on aave to show aggression. Very often you will see users who type the way they normally speak slip into aave mode when they are angry or in an argument and/or trying to “throw shade”. Why do they do this? The most obvious answer is that they associate aave (and Blackness itself) with anger and aggression. This directly ties into the stereotypes of Black people being violent, aggressive, loud, and angry. By heavily relying on and using aave to convey your negative emotions, it subconsciously enforces those stereotypes in both your mind and the minds of your readers.

I suppose the best way to avoid this is to be conscious of what you’re saying and why you’re saying it. If you find yourself using “internet” language, especially words that aren’t in your regular vocabulary, ask yourself 1) “do I know what I’m saying? or am I just using a word that I’ve seen floating around and vaguely understand?” and 2) “why am I choosing to use this language in this post at this moment in time? do I have a pattern of relying on it in specific instances? what role does it play in my post that I couldn’t use my normal speech patterns to do?”

Basically, think before you post and don’t use aave as a gimmick.

edit: this doesn’t mean you can continue to use aave as long as these things don’t apply. if you’re not african american, don’t use african american vernacular english. simple as that.

#anonymous #answered #racism #hof

[supercooladieu]

Pilot

Eek! The first episode. Full disclosure- the first season is my absolute favorite and always will be. I just love it. It always takes me back. The opening song “There She Goes” transports me to the earliest naught and makes me incredibly nostalgic for my childhood. Ugggggghhhhhh I love it.

The way Luke looks at Lorelai... 🥰💗💕 He’s feigning annoyance but you know he’s harboring this longtime, intense crush. 🔥🔥🔥 Whew! How he can be so smitten with her while she wears that hat is confounding but nonetheless... I wish a man would look at me like that. 

Luke’s baseball cap has an American flag on it which is weird.

The Independence Inn! I love the Independence Inn so much more than the Dragonfly. Sorry, not sorry. Drella was such a waste of a character. I love Alex Borstein but I am so glad that Melissa McCarthy got the role of Sookie and I honestly think Drella was completely unnecessary. 

I really love the way Michel and Lorelai play off one another in this scene. Their chemistry is so good, I wish they would have kept writing Michel’s character this way instead of the direction they ultimately went in. They really did the snooty, obnoxious Frenchman thing to death but he could have been so much more.

This might be an unpopular opinion but I actually like Rory’s oversized sweater look (or as Lorelai put it, her muumuu). 

LOL I cannot picture Lane listening to Eminem. Crazy Carrie is the Stars Hollow High English teacher. 

I know this has been said by many people before but it’s ridiculous that Sookie is supposed to be this amazing, experienced chef but she is such a disaster in the kitchen. The way she chops those peppers? Where are her knife skills?? She has the audacity to correct her bilingual staff on their English grammar but has absolutely no idea how to safely operate a kitchen when she is supposedly this incredible cook? What a joke. She starts a fire on the range and the other chef just puts a lid over it but doesn’t turn off the burner? I know, I know. It’s supposed to be humorous, but still...

One of Michel’s best, most relatable and most quotable scenes. “People are particularly stupid today. I can’t talk to any more of them.” I literally feel this in my soul every day at work.

There are so many plants in Lorelai’s house! She doesn’t seem like the type that can keep houseplants alive. How are Lorelai and Sookie so put together and responsible? They’re both single women in their early thirties and they both own their own homes. How is that possible? Was it just because this was pre-2008 housing crisis? I am so jealous of Lorelai’s house. 

Emily looks 10 years older in the pilot than she does in every subsequent episode. How did she age in reverse? Oh, Richard 💔 He’s kind of a garbage person throughout much of the series but he has those few redeeming moments which somehow more than make up for all the shitty things he does. I can't help but love him. And miss him. I know I’m getting old AF because I just caught myself thinking that he looks handsome in this episode 😱 He’s just so tall and masculine. His cheeky, smug grin when he says, “So, you need money.” 😍 Okay, I’m officially creeping myself out. 

I love first season Rory + Dean. They’re so cute. Teenagers do not talk to each other like that but it’s completely endearing even if it’s not 100% believable. Dean is so open and vulnerable with Rory right off the bat. No 16-year-old boy talks like that to the girl he has a crush on. Not any of the ones I’ve ever encountered, anyway. 

Lorelai and Rory are both eating salads at Luke’s. Weird! Oh, okay Luke brought them burgers. That’s more like it. But I feel like they definitely would’ve forgone the salads altogether in later episodes. The money Lorelai puts on the table to pay for the food falls on the floor and neither of them bother to pick it up. I always find it weird that Rory/Lorelai and Lane don’t acknowledge each other when they pass one another on the street. Not a nod, not a wave, not a half-smirk, nothing.

So when Lorelai realizes that Rory doesn’t want to go to Chilton because of a boy, Lorelai is understandably emotional. However, she literally says, “You are me,” and then proceeds to try and control Rory- doing exactly what Emily would have done in that situation. She doesn’t try and understand things from Rory’s perspective outside of how the situation could go badly. I honestly would have probably acted the same way, but Lorelai prides herself on being this “cool mom” who does things differently from her own controlling, suffocating mother. However, when she’s faced with Rory having a difference of opinion and acting like a moody teenager for once in her life, Lorelai’s first reaction is to “play the mom card” and fault Rory for falling for a boy. She basically tells Rory that she has no say in the matter and will be going to Chilton regardless of how she feels rather than talking things through. Again, I know she is just reacting to a situation in which she feels like the rug was pulled out from under her, but it’s funny to me that she reacts in the same way I would expect Emily to. And even though she acknowledges how similar she and Rory are, Lorelai reacts in a way that she would have totally resented if she were in Rory’s place.

I always thought it was weirdly out of character for Richard to fall asleep at the dinner table. He wasn’t that old- he would’ve only been 57 at that point.

Emily and Lorelai’s fight is so frustrating because I can understand where both were coming from. The two of them would have really benefitted from therapy. If Tony Soprano was doing it, why couldn’t the Gilmores?

I think Luke looks less attractive when he’s clean shaven and dressed up. It’s too jarring. He’s one of the very few men that look better to me with a baseball cap on.

Oh, the song they play at the end of the episode while it zooms out on Lorelai and Rory in Luke’s window from outside! Absolute perfection! Perfect opening song, perfect closing song. Great music choices all around in this episode.

Such a good pilot! I really, truly love it. I’ve watched it a million times and I could watch it a million more. 10/10.

#gilmore #gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #rory gilmore #emily gilmore #sookie st james #lane kim #paris gellar #richard gilmore #stars hollow #netflix #a year in the life #ayitl #gilmore girls ayitl #hep alien #luke danes #jess mariano #dean forester #logan huntzberger #team dean #team logan #team jess

[lacetulle]

82, 73, 61, 57 c:

82. How fast can you type? I just did a test because I have no idea! I think that's decent? More mistakes than I thought, but I think I did okay.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Yes and no. I'm a big grammar person but I'm not that obnoxious person who comments stuff like "you'RE" on a post. But yes, in the sense that I'm an instructor for new flight attendants and it's my job to correct mistakes!

61. Do you sing to yourself? I'll sing along to a song, but if there's no music playing I don't really serenade myself. I would if I had a good voice.

57. How long does it take to get ready? I know I answered this already, but all these asks are scheduled at different times, so I don't know if it's come out yet. 45 minutes for work. At home: 1.5-2 hours for a big event. And in covid times, 15 minutes because I didn't have to deal with makeup.

#get to know me #queued

[journalxxx]

By Hook or by Crook (2)

May 1st, 2270

“Hello, Izuku.” “Hi, dad.” Izuku hadn’t exactly been dreading this conversation, but he hadn’t been looking forward to it either. He’d hoped his mom would do all the talking, having to break the news to his friends had been hard enough. For him. Most of them seemed to have gotten quite the kick out of it. “How are you? Your mother told me you’ve been having a rough couple of weeks.” “Mh.” “Still upset over that visit?” “Mh.” “Speak, son. Sulking doesn’t translate well over the phone.” His father chided gently.

Izuku sighed. “The doctor said I’m never going to get a quirk. I’m sorry.” “Whatever for? It’s not like you have any choice in the matter. Quirks are innate, surely you know that.” “Yes, I do.” Izuku said, staring at the paused frame of All Might’s debut video on the computer screen. The reflection of his own miserable face was superimposed with the triumphant silhouette of the hero. “But I’m sorry anyway. You have such a cool quirk… and mom’s useful too. I could become a great hero with one of them, but I’m never going to get any.” “Again, that’s none of your fault. And I wouldn’t be so sure of that anyway.” “Uh?” Izuku gulped, gripping the phone tightly. “Y-you don’t think I’d make a good hero?” “No, that’s not what I mean.” His father chuckled. “I mean that I wouldn’t lose hope just yet. You’re very young, there’s still plenty of time for your quirk to manifest.” “But the doctor said that all quirks appear before one is four years old. And I’m four. And I have the extra toe joint-” “Tsk! Some doctor they assigned you. As if one could unerringly guess the nature and development of something as unpredictable as a quirk with a single test. An x-ray, of all things. Ancient technology.” “The doctor said there was a study...” “I have an extra toe joint too, you know.” Izuku’s father laughed hearing his son’s surprised gasp. “Studies like the one your doctor mentioned draw conclusions based on the analysis of hundreds, thousands of cases. Those conclusions may hold true for the majority of them, but there are always outliers. Having that oh-so-precious joint and a quirk is indeed rare, but not unheard of.” “B-But…” Izuku’s eyes burned with the feeling of impending tears. He hadn’t expected his father’s reaction to be like this. No one had even remotely doubted the validity of the doctor’s opinion. No one. It almost hurt to hope. “I’m also too old…” “My own quirk didn’t show until I was… fifteen? Maybe sixteen. Way older than you are, anyway. Another important point to consider, don’t you think?” Izuku sniffled. Then cried, quietly. His father remained silent as the boy let the tears flow freely, wiping them on his arm now and then. There was a tangled ball of emotions deep in his chest, that he couldn’t quite unravel. After a couple of minutes though, the sobs abated and he felt better. Better than he had been feeling before his mom handed him the phone. “...Do you really think the doctor was wrong?” “You shouldn’t believe everything doctors tell you. My personal physician keeps calling me ‘the peak of biological and anthropological evolution’, but that’s because he’s been fishing for a raise for years. Clearly you’d expect a Darwinian champion to be able to walk under the sun without protection for more than five minutes without turning into a peeling tomato.” “Uh? Does that really happen to you?” “Didn’t your mother ever tell you that I’m albino? My skin is very sensitive to sunlight, and it burns easily. I have atrocious eyesight too.” “I didn’t know that.” Izuku winced in sympathy. “I’m sorry. That sounds terrible.” “Not nearly as much as you think. I have plenty of skills and tools at my disposal to compensate. It isn’t an inconvenience at all these days, although it did cause me some grief when I was a child.” His father’s tone got softer. “Sometimes it does feel like our bodies are our own worst enemies, doesn’t it?” Izuku hummed in assent, very much agreeing with the sentiment. “I’m happy it doesn’t hurt you any more.” “And I’m glad you didn’t inherit this nuisance from me.” A sudden thought made its unwelcome way in Izuku’s head. “If… If I didn’t inherit your skin and eyes… maybe I won’t inherit your quirk either…” “Izuku.” His father’s tone was kind but firm. There were times when his presence, even just through his voice, felt way more real and solid than that of many people Izuku habitually shared a room with. “Your ability will emerge one day, I’m positive of that. Just give it time and don’t agonize over it.” Izuku nodded, even though he realized that wouldn’t translate well over the phone either. “...Okay.” “Now, what else have you been up to in this past month, other than brooding over a criminally incompetent diagnosis?” Not much, honestly, but Izuku told him anyway. As he kept chatting, his heart grew lighter than it had been in weeks. Mom did always say that his father was a good listener.

July 1st, 2272 “They were talking about it on TV yesterday. It’s an old incident from some years ago, before All Might met Nighteye!” “I see...” “Not many people know about it, because there’s no villain involved, and villains make all the stories more interesting! But it’s a great story nonetheless!” Izuku rattled on enthusiastically, taking advantage of his father’s unresponsive compliance. “Uh-huh...” “So this boy was having some big troubles, I think, and he jumped into a river because he didn’t know what to do about them. But luckily All Might was around! Do you know what he did?” “He offered to cover all the expenses for the years of therapy the boy would need afterwards?” “Uh… They didn’t say that on TV. I don’t know. I think he just rescued him from the river.” “That doesn’t seem to address the underlying problem.” His father commented icily. “Daaad, you’re ruining the story.” Izuku chided him. “Anyway, the funny part is that this boy had a quirk that could turn water into vinegar, and he activated it in a panic while he was drowning.” “Mh. A peculiar quirk...” “So All Might got all drenched in vinegar when he dove in to save him. He made this very silly face in front of the cameras, it was great! And when the boy apologized for causing trouble, guess what All Might told him?” “I’m sorry I’m the living embodiment of this unfair, hypocritical society that has driven you to the brink of despair?” “No. He said,” Izuku continued, breezing past his father’s petty remarks with practiced ease, “It is I who should thank you. My skin’s looking ten years younger now.” “Oh my God…” The man groaned, and a loud thunk-crash noise accompanied his words. “Oh, come on!” Izuku giggled, covering his mouth with his free hand. “It’s so funny!” “Just because they’re called ‘dad jokes’ doesn’t mean I’m legally obligated to laugh at them.” “But it is funny! All Might’s the funniest! Did you know that he just wrote a joke book? It’s called All Might’s Gags and Jokes: A Compendium. It already has amazing reviews! They say it’s warm and relatable and cy.. cyclical…” “He wrote a joke book. A veritable Renaissance man, this one...” His father muttered. Izuku heard something clink in the background. Probably the pieces of whatever his father dropped. “Mom says she’ll buy it for my birthday!” Izuku added, swinging his whole body on his chair in sheer excitement. “That is such a poor use of your remittance. I’ll need to have a couple of words with her…” “It’s for my education!” Izuku enunciated with solemnity, straightening his posture. “There’s a whole chapter of American puns and word plays! It will help me learn English!” “If you want to learn English on your own so soon, please choose a decent source. Start with basic grammar and alphabet books, watch some subtitled shows and movies to get the hang of the correct pronunciation-” “I’m learning a lot from All Might already! The catchphrase he used when he was in college in California was I am here! When he’s surprised, he says Oh my goodness! When he doesn’t believe something, he says Nonsense!” Izuku parroted, taking great care of imitating All Might’s confident, surprised and disbelieving expressions respectively. They would be lost on his father, but he needed to practice them anyway. “If that’s a good American accent, I’m the next Symbol of Peace.” “Dad.” Izuku said, suddenly very serious. He had a very important question to ask, and it had been a long time coming. “Why do you always make fun of him? It’s like… It’s almost like you don’t like him at all.” The words sounded so wrong he almost wasn’t brave enough to say them. Izuku would have been mortified if anyone had moved such an accusation on him. “I suppose he has a sort of… charisma about him.” His father admitted ruefully. “I can’t say it strikes any chords with me though.” “Are you just jealous of him?” Izuku asked shrewdly. “Kacchan also talks a lot of trash about All Might, but it’s obvious he’s just jealous. It’s all right if you are, though, I mean, he’s so-” “I’m this close to hanging up, Izuku.” “But- but how can you not like All Might?! Everyone likes All Might! Boys and girls, children and grown-ups! From age 0 to 100!” “...I guess I just don’t fit the target demographic then.” Izuku huffed. “You’re so boring, dad.” “Says the one who’s been talking my ear off about the same topic for the last forty minutes.” The boy frowned, nibbling at his lip. “...Sorry. Am I annoying you?” “I’ll admit I may have hit my monthly tolerance limit of All Might trivia. Don’t worry about it though.” Izuku did in fact stop worrying, his father’s amusement clearly detectable in his voice. “I think I’ll be able to bear with your unabashed enthusiasm until you hit your mandatory disillusioned teenage phase. Then we’ll see if that obnoxiously cheery act of his will still resonate with you.”

June 2nd, 2274 “His normal body temperature is about two degrees higher than the average. Around 38-39 °C.” “And what can you deduce from that?” Izuku’s father goaded. The boy stared at the scribbles in his notebook in deep thought. “Uhm… that it’s difficult to tell if he has a fever or not?” His father laughed, but not unkindly. “I wouldn’t think so. You just said yourself that that is his normal temperature. Therefore, I wouldn’t call Endeavor’s doctor unless his thermometer read more than 39.5 °C, probably.” “Right.” Izuku nodded. That was obvious, wasn’t it? Why hadn’t he understood that on his own? His father didn’t seem to mind his blunder though. “Try again.” “I think…” Izuku’s eyes were just about to bore a hole into his rough sketch of the hero’s costume. He gave up after the silence started to make him uncomfortable though. “...I don’t know. What can I deduce from that?” “Hm… You did bring up an interesting point. Do you know how fever works, Izuku?” “Yeah. Your body temperature rises when you’re sick. If it rises too much, you can get in serious trouble, you could even die. It never really gets that bad though.” “But why does it rise? What does your body accomplish by doing that?” “Uh…” Izuku frowned. He was sure he’d read or heard something about that, but the details escaped him at the moment. “To help you fight off the sickness, right? You feel worse at first, but it actually helps you get better.” “Exactly. Most bacteria and viruses that infect men thrive and multiply optimally at around 37 °C, which is the average person’s normal body temperature. But the growth of these microorganisms is hindered when the environment gets too hot. That is the principle that makes fever useful for humans. As your body gets hotter, it debilitates the invasors, so that your immune system can remove them more easily.” “..Oh.” It was a pity that his father called him only once a month, Izuku could have easily listened to him for hours every day. He always had so many interesting things to say about so many different subjects, and he always exposed them so neatly. “So. Can you deduce anything new now?” “Uh, uhm… He… I guess he...” Izuku snapped out of his reverie. Right, this was a conversation, not a lesson. He went over the new information in his head as quickly as he could. Higher temperature than normal... Fever... Microorganisms... Immune syst- Oh! “He heals quicker than- no, wait! He doesn’t get sick at all! Because he’s always too hot for the microorganisms! They can’t grow in his body!” “Excellent reasoning!” His father’s warm praise made Izuku’s chest swell with pride. “Obviously he isn’t completely immune to any and all infections, there are lots of exceptions to the mechanism I just explained to you. But yes, I do believe it’s safe to assume that our esteemed Flame Hero suffers from the occasional seasonal maladies far less often than the general population, if at all.” “That’s so cool…” Izuku immediately added the new data to his notes, almost breaking the tip of the pencil in his enthusiasm. “Is that what you wanted me to deduce? Or did you explain that just because I brought up the fever thing?” “I was actually thinking of something else. But, on second thought, it may be too technical a topic for an eight-year-old.” “...Can you tell me about it anyway?” “Of course.” Izuku would never not be grateful for the patience his father had, never denying him any clarification on anything. He was just about the only adult who never got tired of his questions. Even his mom sometimes hid her fatigue behind a mildly insincere I don’t know. “High heat isn’t exactly conductive to the activity of human cells either. That’s one of the reasons why you feel exhausted and achy when you have a fever, your body struggles to keep doing what it’s supposed to do above its normal temperature range. But Endeavor not only is at peak condition at 39 °C, he can also withstand open flames with a much higher temperature. This suggests that his cells must be fundamentally different from the average person’s on a biochemical level, that his quirk must provide some particularly efficient cellular mechanism to prevent heat damage. One example might be some dedicated enzymes to protect proteins from denaturation, but now I’m entering mere speculation.” A pause. “Did you follow me?” “...Kind of.” Izuku said, kind of lying but not entirely. He had followed most of that. He scrawled and circled a couple of terms he hadn’t grasped - Biochemical - Enzymes - Denaturation - on the page. He didn’t want to waste his father’s time by asking him to explain the meaning of words he could easily look up later on his own. “The gist of it is that Endeavor’s Hellflame has at least two facets. Not only ‘creating fire’, but also ‘not incinerating himself’. The first trait would be a fatal liability without the second.” “Got it!” Izuku cheered. Now that he had understood completely. “You sure know a lot about quirks, dad! Like, a lot! About anything, really!” “For the sake of intellectual honesty, it must be said that it isn’t difficult to impress a primary schooler.” His father laughed. “I’m just older than you.” “How much older?” Izuku asked, realizing for the first time that no one had ever told him his father’s age. “Oh, by a lot. Centuries.” Izuku cackled. “You can’t be that old. You still go to work. Our neighbors are 80 and they’re already retired.” “I do try to keep a youthful outlook on life. But yes, quirks fascinate me quite a bit. And they make for the perfect topic to distract you from your incessant yapping about All Might.” “Speaking of All Might-” “No, I-” His father sighed theatrically. “I just walked into this one, didn’t I?” “Yep.” Izuku grinned. “What about his quirk? Do you know anything about it? He never gives straight answers when people ask him about it…” “That may be the single sign of intelligence he’s ever displayed. The more your enemies know about your quirk, the easier it is for them to find your weaknesses. I’m surprised the other pro heroes aren’t as reserved.” “I wonder why All Might does that, though. His quirk is… pretty obvious.” Izuku pondered. “It just makes him strong. Very strong. Like, the strongest ever. But that’s it.” “Allegedly, yes. But as you noticed yourself, if raw power was all there was to it, there would be no reason to skirt around the issue in interviews, no?” “So there must be something else… What do you think it might be?” “I think it would be no less than cruel to deprive you of the thrill of carrying out your own research.” Izuku let out a dissatisfied moan, and his father chuckled. “You are already so very proficient at it. Your mother told me you’ve already filled a whole notebook with hero and quirk analyses.” “Oh, ehr… It’s just stuff I read here and there…” “Mh, I’ve heard enough of your ‘stuff’ to know that there’s more than random factoids in that head of yours. In fact…” Izuku felt his cheeks warm for the compliment. “I think you’ve gotten old and judicious enough to be trusted with my emergency number.” “Uh? What emergency number?” “It’s a phone number I’ll always answer to, on any day and at any hour, in case you may find yourself in a bad situation. Hopefully you’ll never need it, but better safe than sorry. Now…” His father’s voice raised slightly, drowning out Izuku’s impending interruption. “Can I rely on the fact that you are aware that desperately wanting to tell me that All Might saved a kitten from a meteor does not qualify as an emergency?” Izuku pouted. “I know what an emergency is, dad.” “Good. Ask your mother to give you the number then. Don’t save it on your phone or write it anywhere. Memorize it, and be responsible with it.”

December 3rd, 2275 Sorry for the long silence. I had an accident on the job and I won’t be able to speak clearly for a while. We can talk with the included devices. Use your ring finger to activate them. Usual days, usual hours. Hisashi That short note held the first words Izuku had received from his father in the last five months. The first month he hadn’t phoned, Izuku had felt slightly disappointed, but understanding. His father was a busy man, surely something very important must have been requiring his full-time attention. It was fine, Izuku was confident he could manage to sweet-talk him into a double-length call the following month to make up for that. The second month, he had started to worry. His mother hadn’t heard from his father either. It was unprecedented not to hear from him for such a long time. Since Izuku could remember, his father had never skipped one of their monthly calls. They often talked on the first day of every month, and he kept trying to contact them exactly once each following day if his calls were missed. He never failed to reach them past the third day. He always called from a hidden number, so trying to get hold of him was not an option. The third month, Izuku’s mother had decided to use the emergency number. She hadn’t been able to get through to her husband, but the polite colleague of his who had picked up had reassured her that he was indisposed but overall fine, and would get in touch with them as soon as possible… which could still take a while. Curiously, the coworker had also instructed them to collect a sample of their fingerprints and send them to a specific address. Izuku had been mystified by the request, but his mother had readily agreed, commenting that it was “not the strangest thing Hisashi’s ever asked for”. The silent wait that followed had been a little uneasy, but not harrowing. Izuku and his mother reread the message a couple of times before opening the box they’d just been delivered. Inside were only the two mentioned devices with their respective chargers, snuggled among waterproof packaging and stuffing. They looked very much like ordinary mobile phones, except they had no buttons or ports on any side. Some quick experimentation proved that they could be turned on simply by pressing the indicated finger on the touchscreen. The display showed a very minimalistic chat interface, with a fixed red dot on the top left corner. No amount of tapping on the screen could bring up the virtual keyboard though, which was puzzling. There was no way to access the rest of the phone’s functions, if it even had any. It was the third day of the month, so technically still within the familiar communication window. Izuku kept poking and prodding at the buttonless phone for the whole afternoon until eventually, shortly after dinner, the red dot at the top of the chat became green. A minute later, a message popped up. Hello, Izuku. Izuku almost dropped his cup of hot chocolate in excitement, which was quickly replaced by frustration because he still couldn’t type anything in any way. How was he supposed to- Speak. I can hear you. “...Oh! Nice!” Izuku exclaimed. “Hi, dad! How are you? What happened?” I’ve been better. I got decked by a hysterical ape. Izuku frowned. “That’s not funny. Mom and I were very worried.” That wasn’t really a joke. What? What even- “...How? Did you break into a zoo or something…?” Sorry, you’re right. Let me rephrase. I had a violent disagreement with a brute. “Oh…” Izuku was about to ask for further explanations but he waited. The three bouncing dots at the bottom of the screen signalled that his father was still writing. We will have to communicate like this for a while. I hope it isn’t too much of an inconvenience for you. Judging by how long it took him to type even the shortest messages, Izuku thought it was going to be much more of an inconvenience for his father. He felt sorry for him. “No, not all. Is it… is it really bad? Shouldn’t you come home so we can help you get better? It sounds like you won’t be able to work anyway…” I’ll receive better medical treatment here, and I can still get some work done while I recuperate. Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll recover fully sooner or later. Izuku picked at the lint of his blanket, choosing his words carefully. “You could… come home anyway. Even if you could work. When you’re feeling a little better. So we could spend some time together.” The three bouncing dots reappeared, but Izuku kept talking. He already knew what his father’s answer was going to be, but he wanted to take advantage of the delay to get a few more words in. “Some of my friends have parents that work far from home too. They’re away a lot, but… they do come back to visit sometimes. Usually for the holidays. At least… At least once.” At least his friends had actually met their fathers once in their whole lives, Izuku completed only in his head. You know how things stand. My job doesn’t afford me this kind of free time. “...What do you even do that won’t let you ever do anything?” Izuku muttered, out of sheer petulance. That was another familiar point of contention, to which his father replied with the same, word-for-word justification he always used. Every detail concerning my activities is classified by the government. We’ve been over this. Don’t be childish. And that was usually the end of it. Any further questioning after the ‘classified’ thing invariably turned Izuku’s father into a slippery wall of smooth deflections. But, considering the current situation, Izuku felt like he could get away with a little more nagging, if he played his cards right. “I know you can’t say anything. But how about…” He physically leaned forwards, trying not to let his tension seep through his voice. “How about I try to deduce something? About your job. Just… for fun.” No new message showed up, not even the typing dots. Izuku decided that it was as much of an approval as he was going to get, so he started to voice his thoughts as they formed. “...Your job is classified by the government. So it’s important, very important, so important that other people can’t know about it.” When he was very young, Izuku had obviously interpreted it as irrefutable proof that his father must be some sort of secret agent. He had exposed his conclusion to Kacchan and his gang once. They had… not-so-respectfully disagreed. Izuku had never brought up the matter with them afterwards. “Your note said that you got hurt on the job. So someone you know from work punched you so hard that, even after five months, you still can’t talk well.” Izuku paused. That was… a scary idea. It dawned on him, for the first time since the beginning of this whole ordeal, that his father may have really dodged a bullet there. What kind of a brute could possibly want to injure someone that much…? Surely a criminal… A villain, maybe…? “Your job is dangerous, and it leaves you almost no free time. It also pays well.” That last item was admittedly a shot in the dark, Izuku didn’t really know much about money handling. But he had noticed that his mother never denied him a gift or a treat on the grounds of its cost (his vast collection of All Might memorabilia was a testament to that), like so many of his friends’ relatives were wont to do. She didn’t need a job herself, and Izuku remembered overhearing a conversation she had with Kacchan’s mom where she had said that they were ‘well provided for’. “You know a lot about a lot of stuff, especially about quirks and heroes. You know a lot of things about quirks and heroes that I couldn’t find anywhere on the internet.” Izuku paused, racking his brain for anything else that stuck out. Before he could come up with more points to make, his father finally wrote back. You sure put some thought into this. I’m impressed. The lack of reprimands was an encouragement in its own right. Now came the hard part. These were all facts that he already knew, now he had to put them together… and no matter how much he tried to come up with different possibilities, there was only one explanation that rang true in Izuku’s mind. “Dad… are you some sort of… undercover hero?” Izuku waited with baited breath for the dancing dots to turn into a complete message. Definitely not. ...Aw, shoot. Although I guess I do happen to deal with heroes quite often in my line of work. Izuku gasped. That was the first real piece of information his father had ever shared with him about his job! And wow, he worked with heroes! And whatever support he lent them had to be pretty vital if he was always so busy and tight-lipped. “So you’re like… a policeman? An informant that tracks down villains for the heroes to catch? Or an engineer bound by trade secret? Or-” Enough, Izuku. I’m supposed to be resting. I don’t think being given the third degree by my own son counts as such. Izuku deflated. So close to the truth, and yet so far… Maybe he could manage to get some other clue out of his father later. But… there was one more thing he simply had to ask. “...Have you ever met All Might?” I’m just going to ignore you after this. Well, it had been worth a try. Izuku finally relented, reasonably satisfied with the result of his investigation. “Okay, okay. Sorry. No more questions. And no All Might stuff. Not that I have much to tell you about him. He hasn’t really been around lately.” Hasn’t he, now? Uh, odd. It wasn’t like his father to miss an opportunity to dodge All Might gossip. Izuku supposed there’d be no harm in taking advantage of this atypical spark of curiosity. “Yeah. It’s been like this for a few months. Rumors say he’s abroad, working on some large scale mission. Something very secret, that’s why there are no articles on him in newspapers from other countries either.” I wasn’t aware of this. That’s very interesting. Although I couldn’t imagine anyone less suited to hushed-up operations. Izuku couldn’t help but snort. In light of the recent revelation, he wondered if his father was so unapologetically critical of All Might because he had worked with him and they hadn’t gotten along… which seemed kind of impossible. How could All Might be the unpleasant type of coworker? Or maybe his father really was just jealous because he couldn’t work with All Might often enough. A sudden thought occurred to the boy. “...Sorry, I guess you don’t want to hear about hero stuff now that you’re, uh… on forced vacation.” Actually, I’d love to. I’ve been a little out of the loop lately, I need to catch up with the news anyway. Fire away all the information you have. Izuku smiled. “Even about All Might?” Especially about All Might.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #deku #all for one

[jjday10]

Okay, so I get that you couldn’t tell from my writing here, but I have a degree in Journalism. I once took a class called “precision language.”

It was basically grammar/punctuation boot camp. It made me even more obnoxious than I always have been. A point of reference on how obnoxious I am: I got in trouble in the 6th grade for correcting my teacher’s grammar in class. I DON’T KNOW WHY I WAS IN TROUBLE. I was correct. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I also got in trouble for reading a book in math class, which I fully understand.

I was in the car with my dad, my sister, and my sister’s boyfriend the other day. I honestly can’t remember now what my dad said, but a correction involuntary flew out of my mouth and everyone had a joke about my obsession with misused words and phrases.

My dad then said, “Actually, she’s pretty good at not reminding everyone all the time about how much smarter she is than them.”

And I know, because it was my dad, that he meant it as a compliment. But immediately I was like “NAH Y’ALL I AM NOT SMARTUR THAN ANYEEEEWON, AYE JUST KNO THEENGS ABOWT THIS WON THING.”

I definitely don’t mean to try to act like I’m better than anyone because I know how acutely that is not true. However, I do know that I’ve been fighting my whole life to prove to everyone (but really to myself) how smart I am. I think it’s because I’ve always felt a little behind because of the ADHD.

Now I’m worried that I seem like a blowhard that’s trying to make everyone know how smart I am. I have a friend like that and he drives people insane with it. Or maybe it’s just me. BECAUSE I AM EXACTLY LIKE THAT.

This is what happens in my brain when I wake up in the middle of the night and can’t fall back asleep and then suddenly it’s a normal human hour to wake up but I’m still trying to sleep. Help.

[darkpoisonouslove]

11, 12, 14 (no idea what this means but interested to learn your thoughts on the matter) and 17 :D?

Thank you! 😘

11. Write what you love

I completely agree with this. Writing about subjects/tropes/genres you love is the surest way to make the story engaging and entertaining because you are passionate about the things that you write and you can transfer all of that lively energy into the text. You can transcribe how fascinated and taken you are with your subject matter and fascinate the readers as well. Of course, that also hides its risks. It is probable that you might end up going off on tangents that people do not care about and I think the best way to avoid that is to make sure that you've hooked the readers first. They have to be at least somewhat invested in what you're talking about in order to give a damn about it so I think it is a good idea to start with the fun side of things first so that you can win the attention of your readers beforehand if you want to delve into intricate details. Like everything, this can have positives and negatives but, generally, I think that there is no harm done in following this advice as long as you can keep yourself in check or have someone else do it and tell you when you stop being cute and interesting and start being obnoxious instead. And I also believe that if you really think about it and take the time to figure it out, you can present everything in an interesting way no matter how dry the subject may seem.

12. Never use a long word where a short one will do

Okay, this is one that I have mixed feelings about. I generally agree that simple is always better than complex. I really hate it when people use "fancy" and "smart" words to show off and in the process manage to boggle down whatever they're trying to say or write to the point where it is hard to grasp. You know that Einstein quote that "If you can't explain something to a four-year-old, you don't understand it well enough" (or something to that effect). And furthermore on the topic, like one Bulgarian critic said, the idea of art is to be understood. That's why people create - to express what they haven't found another way to express. Art is a way of communication. So making your message clear is definitely a priority. And in that, I tend to agree that simple is always better. However, a shorter word does not necessarily make something simpler if it is not the right word. No two words or phrases mean the exact same so sometimes it is better to use the longer word if it is the correct one. Or simply if it sounds better in the sentence and it is still understandable. I do think that rhythm in writing is also important and somethimes a longer word helps that along while it also keeps the idea easy to grasp so that is the preferable option to me.

14. Never use the passive when you can use the active voice

God, I hate this one with a burning passion. No, the hell I won't. I will use whatever means of expression I'd like, thank you very much. This one is probably a good idea when you're writing an action scene or a scene that needs high tension because passive voice makes sentences longer and longer sentences take away from the suspense. However, if you don't need the reader to be on the edge of their seat the whole time, passive voice is completely okay. Sometimes the sentence just fits better into the scene if it is in passive voice. Also, it might help the rhythm of the writing again. Besides, I don't know about anyone else, but I am pretty sure I use passive voice very rarely in my writing so any time I use it, must be for a reason, you know. I just trust my writing instinct. And I don't think I've seen passive voice used excessively often anywhere so I think that that just develops naturally and you don't have to pay active attention to make sure you're not using it. Especially in a first draft.

17. Rules are made to be broken

YES! I agree completely with this! When you think about it, talking about rules in art is kinda ironic. And in writing specifically, grammar and punctuation are probably the ones that you have to stick to the most. Everything else can go out the window whenever you feel like it should. There shouldn't be any boundaries to art and, like I said above, I believe that if you really try hard enough, you can make anything interesting or, at the very least, functional. And I also believe that there are no fast and hard rules about writing. Everything is, at worst, bendable and, at best, very fragile and super breakable. And rules can always come in at the later stages of writing if they need to. A first draft, especially of a book, should be entertaining enough that you manage to get through writing it because that is no easy feat.

That's what I have for you on these at the moment. I'll gladly read (all) your opinions.

This was really fun so you can send me more from this ask meme.

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[diasporatheblog]

Heyo! I was wondering if you could tell us how the characters would text if they were in modern day? Lots of love to you guys and your writing!

Okay so firstly you should know that when I saw this ask I nearly spit soda all over my laptop so thanks for that, anon. :) For some reason the imagery was just hilarious. -Kiku

Cormac would be the kind of guy to hate phones, social media, the internet in general. In texting he would be brief, using loads of one-word responses with very little regard for grammar or punctuation, and he'd be pretty bad at texting people back. He'd be the type to often go places without his phone on him at all.

Aisling would text with grammar and punctuation and things but no capital letters. She'd be one of those people who got really anxious about the possible subtext of her emojis and would probably use older-style emoticons instead because for whatever reason that would feel more natural to her. I expect she'd also be pretty fastidious about texting back, and one of those people who was never sure when a conversation counted as over.

Izzy would know how to text without even looking at her phone, an immense multitasker, and when she actually had to focus on a writing a message, she'd do so with lightspeed fingers. Autocorrect is her nemesis. She wouldn't use emojis at all, and would instead have a fondness for repeating one letter in words waaaaaaaay too much.

Pan would I assume have a very good handle on all the relevant points of etiquette, and oscillate between extremely efficient texts and ridiculously over the top ones with intentionally obnoxious abbreviations and excessive emoji use, depending on the situation. Also they'd have a rather concerning affection for the knife emoji and include it (excessively) in contexts where it doesn't seem applicable. You know, just to keep people on their toes.

Sangarinus would absolutely text in complete, grammatically correct sentences only, and probably a minimum of them. Though to be fair, he'd also likely be more comfortable in a written mode of communication, and so more likely to take a risk of sorts and e.g. add more deadpan humor into his text exchanges than he would verbally. I'm guessing most devices would be annoyingly small for his hands, and I don't think he'd ever be a fast texter, but he'd send complete responses in one message instead of separating them out over multiple short replies.

#ask #characters #we love the weird things asks make us think about

[therealprincesszeanah]

I was tagged by @the-forest-library to do this fun Hogwarts house bingo and is anyone surprised I bingo'd on Hufflepuff? 💁🏼‍♀️

Also I know I marked green AND yellow as my favorite color but I love them both don't @ me. Another clarification: I only marked corrects other people's grammar because that is literally my job. I'm not an obnoxious grammar snob I promise. Okay that's all.

I don't really have any one in mind to tag specifically, but if you feel inclined to do it, tag me so I can see what you got!

[anxiousgirl]

how to be obnoxious: correct someone’s grammar at any opportunity you have, even in the most inappropriate of times, like at a hospital or funeral. people will just hate you for it. they will really really dislike you and wish you were anywhere but near them!

(This is sarcasm, don’t fucking do this)

[eldritchsurveys]

493.

Have you ever listened to the band Jet before? Do you like them? >> Yeah. They’re all right.

Do you ever miss being in the first grade? >> No...????

Have you got any brothers or sisters who annoy you? >> ---

Do you try to get involved in political issues? >> No.

As a younger teenager, did you have any older guys/girls hit on you? >> Yes.

Do you thing abortion should be legalized in the United States? >> Yes.

What is one country in the world you want to visit someday? >> Name any country and there’s a 90% chance I want to visit it.

Do many people confuse your name with someone else's? >> No.

How much time do you usually spend online in one sitting? >> I spend most of the day online in some capacity.

When you're at the movies, do you get popcorn & a drink? >> No, but I might get an alcoholic beverage.

Do you anticipate for a certain movie to come out on DVD? >> I was waiting for Spiderman: Far From Home to be released on DVD so it’d show up in Redbox, which happened a few days ago.

What are two songs that are getting too old for the radio? >> ---

Would you ever want to be changed into a vampire? >> Probably not.

Does the thought of living forever scare you in any way? >> It’s unsettling because it’s not the natural state of existence -- to live forever would be to forcibly remove oneself from the ecological cycle that governs all life on the planet, and not only is that an extremely alienating and unnatural experience, but it probably has some psychological repercussions that we have no social or cultural framework for. So, you know, for all our dreaming, it’s probably a good thing it’s not possible. (Yet?)

How many annoying people do you shun off daily? >> ---

Do you know anyone who is too random for their own good? >> What.

Have you ever tried to talk like a gangster to a teacher? >> No...

Have you ever done anything too embarassing to mention? >> Maybe?

Do you get up early to go to school, or do you get there late usually? >> ---

How many times has a dork asked you out before? >> ...

Does the thought of dying give you cold chills? >> Yeah, sometimes. Or it makes me feel disoriented and derealised.

How many times has someone called you boring, if ever? >> I don’t know.

Do you like to quote random people? >> No.

If you have myspace, what do you usually post bulletins about? >> ---

Do people ever have to correct you gramatically? >> No one corrects my grammar, thankfully, because I find that to be extremely obnoxious behaviour.

Do you think that some people are overrating celebrities fame? >> ---

What type of music do you just wish would fall off the face of the earth? >> ---

How many times a day do you usually eat a full meal? >> Once or twice.

Did you ever really like Pokemon or Yu-gio? >> No, I never got into either.

Did you like the band Muse before their song was popular on Twilight? >> I just liked Muse in general, I didn’t really think about them being on the Twilight soundtrack.

Speaking on Twilight, did you buy the soundtrack for the movie? >> I didn’t.

How many times daily do you talk to your signifigant other? >> At least once, because we live together.

As a teen, were you trusted to be alone with a boyfriend/girlfriend? >> ---

Do your parents both have a job? >> ---

Are you currently unemployed? If not, what's your job? >> Yes.

Name one lyric from the song you're listening to, if any? >> ---

Do you have a tendency to dance in the Dollar store? >> That’s oddly specific, but I’m not usually in a dollar store so I wouldn’t say I have a tendency to do anything in them.

Do you live anywhere near a hick-town? >> Probably.

Do you have a friend-with-benefits relationship with anyone? >> No.

What's the name of the one song you loathe the most? >> ---

Who's one person you think has a way with words? >> VI, who goes by coldalbion on tumblr.

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