#corri english

[cormorant-red]

My second English paper piecing project is done!! Modeled by @solmicans, the birthday girl recipient. All hand-sewn, started in May and finished last week, just in time to start spending all my free time on a KAL instead.

[horizon-verizon]

Because of course Israel can do whatever the fuck it wants, right? They purposefully crushed Rachel Corrie to death and there wasn't so much of a stink then, the government not trying to hold Israel accountable in any way.

Citizens of Western countries are expendable when they cross over those invisible boundaries. I mean, all they really want is their tax money, what's one more outlier?

[rasairui]

Hey guys, today my english professor showed us a video he helped make on the Palestinian Cultural Palace. It's on a small youtube channel called the Rachel Corrie Foundation, run by the parents of the American peace activist who was murdered by an Israeli bulldozer while protesting a demolition campaign. It's a small channel, but I wanted to try and spread it a little. I'm going to reblog with links since as far as I know tumblr still likes being weird about those. Once I do, I'd appreciate it if you guys could spread it too.

[laurasimonsdaughter]

I’m still thinking about riddles and riddle contests in folklore and I think that’s all down to the story of the Night Troll.

The Night Troll is an Icelandic folktale collected by Jón Árnason and tells of a young maid staying behind at the farm on Christmas Eve, even though most people who have done so before have ended up dead or driven mad. A troll attempts to gain entrance, but she keeps him at the window until the sun comes up and turns him to stone.

In the version I first encountered of this story, an English translation in The Enchanted World Series, the girl and the troll exchange riddles. One of which is the “thirty white horses on a red hill” riddle that Tolkien uses in The Hobbit. But in the version collected by Árnason there are no riddles. Instead the exchange is a rhyming back and forth, which reads like it ought to be sung:

The troll starts: “What a pretty hand you have, my quick one, my keen one, and diddly-doe.” The maid answers: “It has never raked the muck, my prowler, my Kári, and corry-roe.”

She continues to give a quick reply to every compliment, claiming her virtue every time. Until the final exchange:

“Day is dawning in the east, my quick one, my keen one, and diddly-doe.” “Stay and turn to stone, but be of harm to no one, my prowler, my Kári, and corry-roe.”

Of course this is a translation (by May and Hallberg Hallmundsson) and there are no notes provided on the significance of the rhyme, but this exchange is clearly about wit and quickness and – I extrapolate – the power of using the right kind of words in the right kind of rhythm.

It reminds me less of a riddle contest and more of the Welsh custom of the Mari Lwyd coming to your door at Christmas and singing the pwnco to deny access to the house. Here too the point is to answer quickly and cleverly (or amusingly), strictly following the tune and composition of a specific song (Cân y Fari). Although the festive Mari Lwyd does not need to be turned to stone, she and her cohorts can be plied with food and drink after they are let inside.

I love a good riddle contest, but I love the implication that some beings are just inherently bound by the power of words and song even more.

[another-lemon-tree]

How you meet them

pairing : non idol/txt x reader

notes : hiii it's my first time trying reactions/headcanons and i hope it will be okay T-T please keep in mind my first language is not english so it might have some mistakes 

Yeonjun

you meet him because your parents decide to sign you up to a dance class when you were in middle school

you never wanted to sign up for that class because you never really liked to dance

but they forced you to go so you go there

you entered that dance room and sat down in the corner of it waiting for the instructions of the professor

a lot of the people were looking at you like you were an alien...

maybe because you had a gun in your eyes saying

I WANT TO GO HOME. LEAVE ME ALONE

but one person dared to come to you since you had that face

it was Yeonjun

and he was intrigued

"Hi, I guess you are new here. I am Yeonjun."

you were taken aback by his big welcoming smile and his voice so soft for his look

but you answer him anyway by only giving your name

in the end of the dance class he asked you for your phone number and you gave it to him

after some time your parents didn't have to force you to go to your dance class because you were going by yourself

shocking right ?

but not that much because it was Yeonjun's fault if you start to like taking those dancing class

Soobin

you were on the same Discord server of your favorite streamer

to be honest the first interaction you had with each other was to insult each other on the chat of the stream

but none of you paid attention to the username so when you had your second interaction on Discord you didn't know

in fact you were yapping about your favorite character in the game

you have the same favorite character

you two were yapping so much about it that you spent the night to talk with him

the next night he finally adds you to talk with you in dm

and you talk all night one more time with him

Beomgyu

he was running without looking in front of him

you were passing by

BOOM

yeah he bumped into you in the hallway of the high school because Yeonjun was chasing him

for what? He was making fun of his hair that can stand up alone

he was feeling so awkward but he helps you stand up since he fell down on top of you

"You should watch in front of you when you run..."

you say and Beomgyu raised an eyebrow

"And you should watch in front of you when you walk. To be able to dodge someone who run for his life"

you were taken aback by his boldness followed by a cocky smile

you ended up laughing a little making him smile brighter

he looks behind him and sees Yeonjun coming closer towards him so he just shouts his name and runs away

"I AM BEOMGYU BY THE WAY"

Taehyun

it was your first year in high school and the teacher chose where each student would be seated

the teacher chooses that you will be sitting next to a certain Kang Taehyun that you didn't know before you sat next to him

at first you weren't talking a lot with Taehyun but as the months were passing you two started to talk together

first for the exercises you or he didn't understand

then because one of your forgets to do the homework and asks to copy

after it was just little talking about the weekend

and you ended up finishing high school always sitting next to him while being scolded because you were talking too much together

or because you were doing some doodles on his arm with his consent obviously

Huening Kai

he was moving into the apartment next to yours

you pass him when you go out of your own apartment and saying a polite "Hello" to him

and he gives you back a "Hello" with a bright smile

later that day when you go back to your apartment you find a little penguin plushie in front of his door so you frown but take it with you

you give a little shower to this plushie and take care of it

you even add a pink bow ribbon around the plushie's neck

you take pictures of it and print it

you go in the hall of the building to stick the picture on the wall with a note saying

I found this cute penguin plushie in the corridor. Text this number if it's yours

then the next day you had a text from an unknown number

it was Huening Kai and it was his plushie that he lost yesterday when he was moving in

you accept to meet him after 6pm to give his penguin plushie back

[portrait-paintings]

Portrait of Louisa Montagu, Viscountess Hinchingbrook, Later Countess of Sandwich (1781-1862), Full-Length, as Hope

Artist: Sir Thomas Lawrence and Studio (English, 1769-1830)

Date: 1804

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Property of La Salle University

Description

Louisa Montagu, née Lowry-Corry, was the daughter of the Irish politician and peer, Armar, 1st Earl Belmore and his wife Lady Harriet Hobart, daughter of 2nd Earl of Buckinghamshire. The dissolution of her parents’ marriage by an Act of Parliament in 1793 and their subsequent remarriages, meant that Louisa was sent to finish her education with relatives. In July 1804, she married George John Montagu, Viscount Hinchingbrooke, MP (1773-1818), who succeeded his father as the 6th Earl of Sandwich in 1814.

[prowlingthunder]

enjoy clear skies (yes, even then)

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Relationship: Alpha-17/CC-1010 | Fox Characters: Alpha-17, CC-1010 | Fox Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Wing Fic, wing fic, Trainer Fox, Planet: Kamino, Post POW!Alpha-17, Pining, Unresolved Pining Language: English Words: 850

Summary: Kamino is 94% storm weather, 1% typhoon, and 5% calm seas. That five percent are Fox's favorite training days.

For the @cloneshiprarepair Clone Ship Rare Pair: January: Alpha-17/Fox

Bingos: @badthingshappenbingo Bad Things Happen: Damaged Wing(s) @clonefandomevents Corrie Bingo: Free Space (Wingfic) @clonefandomevents Fox Bingo: Brotherhood, Free Space (Unrequited Pining) @clonefandomevents Commando Bingo: Planet: Kamino @clonefandomevents Kamino Bingo: Free Space (Wingfic) @clonefandomevents Specialist Bingo: Trainer Fox @starwarsrarepairbingo Star Wars Rare Pair: Wings (Card 1)

Also Gun/Cat/Razor/Law Bingo, which is wholly @grackle-draws's fault: Shrodinger's Law “You can’t know that things will go wrong until they do.”

[scotianostra]

May 1st 1690 saw the Battle of Cromdale, Jacobites defeated by government troops.

Only five years after he came to the throne, king James VII was becoming increasingly unpopular with his Protestant subjects. He became a Roman Catholic wanted equal rights for Catholics, but the Protestants feared that he wished to force Catholicism onto them.

William of Orange, prince of Holland, the son of James's sister and his wife, James's daughter Mary were jointly offered the throne on conditions set by the London Parliament, which they accepted. James was deposed on 4 April 1689, and a week later, William and Mary were crowned King and Queen of England, Scotland and Ireland.

John Graham of Claverhouse was a loyal supporter of King James, who in 1688 gave him the title of Viscount Dundee. When the Scottish lords went over to William, 'Bonnie Dundee' started the first Jacobite revolt with the support of many highlanders. He defeated the government forces under General Mackay at Killiecrankie on 27 July 1689, but died of his wounds.

The government forces finally defeated the Jacobites at the Battle of Cromdale on 1 May 1690. Bonnie Dundee's title, which had passed by now to his younger son, was forfeited.

The battle took place on the Haughs of Cromdale north of Claggersnich Wood. The 1500 Jacobite soldiers were surprised in their camp at dawn by Sir Thomas Livingston's government force of 17 troops of dragoons and 3 regiments of foot. About 400 Jacobites were killed. The rest escaped.

Over the following years there were several other Jacobite revolts, ending at Culloden, near Inverness, in 1745.

The song below sung by the Corries is taken from The Ettrick Shepherd James Hoggs Jacobite Reliques a two volume collection of songs related to the Jacobite Uprisings. But then an unknown bard, unhappy with the story of a lost battle, added an exaggerated description of Montrose's victory over the Covenanters at Auldearn in 1645. Despite the muddled history and the fact that Montrose had been dead for 40 years before the conflict at Cromdale, the ballad remained popular. Many a Highland regiment has marched to the tune of this song.

Haughs o' Cromdale

As I came in by Auchindoun, A little wee bit frae the toun, When to the Highlands I was bound, To view the haughs of Cromdale, I met a man in tartan trews, I speir'd at him what was the news; Quo' he the Highland army rues, That e'er we came to Cromdale.

We were in bed, sir, every man, When the Engligh host upon us came, A bloody battle then began, Upon the haughs of Cromdale. The English horse they were so rude, They bath'd their hooves in Highland blood, But our brave clans, they boldly stood Upon the haughs of Cromdale.

But, alas! We could no longer stay, For o'er the hills we came away, And sore we do lament the day, That e'er we came to Cromdale. Thus the great Montrose did say, Can you direct the nearest way? For I will o'er the hills this day, And view the haughs of Cromdale.

Alas, my lord, you're not so strong, You scarcely have two thousand men, And there's twenty thousand on the plain, Stand rank and file on Cromdale. Thus the great Montrose did say, I say, direct the nearest way, For I will o'er the hills this day, And see the haughs of Cromdale.

They were at dinner, every man, When great Montrose upon them came, A second battle then began, Upon the haughs of Cromdale. The Grant, Mackenzie and MacKay, Soon as Montrose they did espy, O then, they fought most valiantly! Upon the haughs of Cromdale.

The Macdonalds they returned again, The Camerons did their standard join, MacIntosh play'd a bloody game, Upon the haughs of Cromdale. The MacGregors fought like lions bold, MacPhersons, none could them control, MacLaughlins fought, like loyal souls, Upon the haughs of Cromdale.

MacLeans, MacDougals, and MacNeils, So boldly as they took the field, And make their enemies to yield, Upon the haughs of Cromdale. The Gordons boldly did advance, The Frasers fought with sword and lance, The Grahams they made the heads to dance, Upon the haughs of Cromdale.

The loyal Stewarts with Montrose, So boldly set upon their foes, And brought them down with Highland blows, Upon the haughs of Cromdale. Of twenty thousand Cromwell's men, Five hundred fled to Aberdeen The rest of them lie on the plain, Upon the haughs of Cromdale.

Meaning of unusual words:

speir'd at him=asked him

haughs=low lying ground

[vibrantshoyo]

Right so like you know how Torao -> Traffy in the official English translations. Would Cora be Corao -> Corazzy,,,? Corry,,,Coral,,,maybe just Traffy’s Dad? I can’t imagine he’d call him Roci lol

[pichiflu-draws]

(Give It) Another Shot!

Summary: After getting fired from my previous job, I get hired at 79's the clone bar on Coruscant.

Mentions of getting fired and cheating. Very OCs and dialog heavy. 1k words.

I'm sorry if this is complete nonsense, English is not my first language and this is the first time that I sat down and wrote an story, or at least I tried to. Also I wrote on my study breaks so I don't know if it makes it better or worse. When descriptions of myself are mentioned they are reference of my sona, which I hope to make a reference sheet for myself soon

"Okay, I think I finally got it!" I celebrated, pouring the bloody rancors into the glasses lined up on the counter. I watched as each of my test subjects took a glass and drank, well except Radio, who always had something to say.

"Where's the rancor bone?" the trooper asked referring to the sugar bone that usually was served with the drink. Which I didn't put on none of the glasses.

"Really, vod? That's what you—" a hiccup interrupted Choreo. "—That's what you're worried about?"

"We're here to help them improve and serve the drinks correctly!" Radio tried to defend himself.

Shailaja —the beautiful godsend that she was— stopped them before the two could begin arguing. I wondered briefly if that was the same tone she used with the preschoolers she taught when they started to get rambunctious. She probably sounded way more sober than how she did at the moment, though.

"You should use a bit less vodka, but other than that I think you got it," Whip said, nodding to his now empty glass and readjusting his wobbly girlfriend on his lap.

"You think so?"

I was hopeful of getting the hang of a couple recipes before Taungsday night, so Whip's reassurance meant a lot for my growing anxiety.

The thing was, to put it simply, that a few days ago I got fired because I slapped and yelled at a client. In my defense, that guy was being an absolute jerk, yelling to one of my previous coworkers —a highschooler working part-time. Maybe I should have handled less impulsively but I'm not the most rational being on Coruscant.

After that shitshow I had to find a new job. Luckily, Shailaja —my flatmate— and I had another month of our rent paid, so at least I didn't have to worry about that. Unfortunately, I was not having much success finding a new job and was starting to consider going back and beg to get hired back.

That was until Whip and his brothers told me that 79's was looking for new people and after a —ridiculously— short interview, my first shift started Taungsday night, so I had three days to fix my lack of bartender-skills.

Which lead to where we now were: with Gate Squad, a group of Coruscant Guard trooper we have befriended, and Shailaja sitting around our kitchen island and with me making drinks.

Thankfully for the Corries and Whip in particular, they had the night free of patrol duty so they could enjoy a free dinner and my subpar cocktails and would be able to stay the night in our apartment. Good thing Shailaja and I had a nice collection of pillows and blankets because, except Whip, they where going to sleep on our living room floor. On spare mattresses, of course.

"You don't need to worry so much, birdy" said Nexu, probably the most sober if you didn't take me into account.

"Yeah! You'll do great, sweetheart!!" exclaimed my Togruta friend, almost falling from her perch on Whip's lap.

"Okay, I'm cutting you off, Shailaja. You had way too much to drink," I said filling another glass with water and looking for something for her to eat.

"See! You even have the bartender attitude down!" cheered Radio.

"Besides," Disk, who has been quietly drinking, said ", our brothers in the front-lines are used to some nasty moonshine they brew themselves. I'm pretty sure that they'll happily chug whatever you serve them".

When I opened the door to 79's on Taungsday I was met with a human woman behind the bar. She looked over at me from the shelves of bottles and said:

"Ah, you must be the newbie"

She then introduced herself as Sira Borr, and was the main bartender of the bar. I hesitated when she asked me how much experience I had making drinks but at the end I decided to be honest. She nodded and patted me on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, kid" she told me even if we probably were close in age ", most of the time the troopers order a beer or a glass of spotchka, nothing too fancy. And you can always ask me if you need help, you're under my wing". She laughed. "Get it? Because you have wings?"

I chuckled at her attempt of humor. Maybe this won't be so bad?

Sira began showing me around the place as the rest of the workers began filling in. I wasn't able to remember all the names, as most of my attention was on the collection of liquors and tools behind the bar. For the most part they seemed nice.

According to Sira, it was going to be a quiet night —at least by 79's standards— since none of the most rambunctious battalions were on the front, which would give me the time to get used to how the things worked at the bar.

No sooner than the neon sign switched to 'open' clones started filling the bar.

Some went straight to the booths, looking like they had those distributed among them, while others went directly to the dance floor or the bar. Thankfully, Sira was right and the main thing I had to do was open beer bottles and partake in light conversation or clean glasses, which I was happy to do.

I was chatting with a silver haired trooper named Sinker when a human woman with tear stained make up sat suddenly at the bar.

"Give me the strongest thing you have" she ordered with a crack in her voice.

My ears raised and I felt my tail stiffen in surprise. "I- uh-" came out of my mouth, a very intelligent response I must say.

I looked over at Sinker, as if he could somehow help me.

"H- He cheated" said the woman before breaking into sobs on the counter-top. Sinker and I exchanged another look. He awkwardly gave two pats to the woman's shoulder, making her cry twice as hard.

What a way to start my first day.

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Blame @orangez3st because she was the one that gave me the little push I needed to try my hand at writing. And big shoutout to @scrappy-scrapper-scrapping-by cause I've been bothering him with beverage and bar culture questions.

[kino-rogers]

He is always a call away (Tangerine/Reader)

Word count: 825 (reasonably short and sweet)

Song: 0800 HEAVEN | Nathan Dawe, Joel Corry, Ella Henderson (listen, I know the vibes don't fit but the lyrics inspired me to write this aha)

Short summary: Bullet Train happens and everything goes down as it does in the film. Reader is trying to process that Tangerine won't come home again.

Warnings: Canon typical swearing, angst, (light) past trauma mention

notes: thank you @nocturnest for jumping on this to fix my broken English and being a wonderful beta!! what an intro but uh [coughs] i'm already excited to write more for this fandom (bits in which Tangie is very much alive ehehe) anywaayyy, hope you guys like this!! - 🥝

It's not been the… easiest time - it has to be said.

Since that phone call from Lemon, you've been struggling with sleep. It doesn't show in your work, of course. Keeping up appearances has always come to you rather naturally. Some of it being from your repressed trauma, that even years of therapy barely scratched the surface of, but also because of your line of work too. It doesn't sit well to be an emotional wreck after every kill you're paid to do.

The call was from a number you didn't recognise. The passing sound of traffic suggested it's from a payphone as Lemon sighed heavily down the line.

"You lost your phone? On a train?" You answered the call lightheartedly and you recognized his sigh immediately, you hoped it was just a release of pent up tension over a job well finished. Although, the fact that Lemon was the one to call, put you on edge, hoping it's not coming through your pretend jolliness.

"He's gone." His statement was simple and sudden. The tone, stone cold, as his voice was raspy, possibly from crying.

"Who's gone, Lemon?"

Your throat ran dry as you swallowed around a lump. Your chest quickly tightened as you tried to piece together what he could have meant. You couldn't- no, didn't want to think about the most likely possibility.

"Tan-" He took a pause, cleared his throat before continuing. "Tangerine, was shot in the neck, he is gone."

It's not like you guys were dating, no, it wasn't anything like that. Neither of you had the emotional capacity for that. What, with your jobs requiring you to spend weeks, months away from each other at a time, sometimes in different countries, opposite sides of the world. But he was the first person, in a long while, that you genuinely cared for.

~~~

You turn to your bedside table, glance at the alarm clock there. Its digital display shines in orange numbers, 01:54.

It's a month, today.

You suddenly have a stupid idea. What would happen if you called his number? Last time you checked it was still live, it'd probably just take you to voicemail. Weirdly, your therapist at your last session suggested writing letters to him, in your bereavement. Bereavement. Such a weird word. You're not even sure that's what this is. But maybe leaving a voicemail would be an equivalent. Maybe he can listen to his voicemails, wherever he is. You scoff at the fleeting thought but reach for your phone anyway.

Tangie is still in your recent calls. You tap the saved contact and wait for it to ring.

You're not expecting anyone to answer, of course not. Your grief hasn't driven you completely nuts. But as the phone rings, you can't help but think about getting to talk to him, just once more. By some divine intervention, you'd be connected through to him, in the afterlife and you could tell him everything you couldn't the last time you spoke.

"-after the beep BEEP"

"Hi Tangie," You scoff in embarrassment, not really sure why you're doing this anymore. "I uh,"

You sigh heavily, all too aware of the silence the machine is expecting you to fill. You sniffle as you start to speak again.

"I know you won't hear this. That… Isn't really the point." You draw a shaky breath. "I know who did it though. Well, knew. Lemon and I took him out last week. What kind of an assassin's name is Ladybug anyway?" You snicker. Can't avoid the tightness in your chest though.

"I just… I dunno. Apparently I should be writing letters to you, as if I could send them off with a pigeon and they'd get to wherever the fuck you are. So, this is the next best thing. If this was anyone else, you'd tell me to fuck off and to suck it up. We always were on the same wavelength, when it came to feelings." Your chest deflates with a long exhale as you realise you need to stop dancing around whatever it is you're trying to say here.

"I guess I just wanted to tell you I really fucking miss you." You sniffle again, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. "I miss your stupid grin, your teasing, your annoyingly cocky attitude, your… The way you looked at me."

"I wish you were here right now so I could tell you I love you. I wish I didn't, I really goddamn wish I didn't care for you so much but I fucking love you. And I hate that I can't see your face as I told you, for the first time. Please call me back."

You bury your face in your pillow and you howl into it, sobs shaking your body as the voicemail recording is saved and you continue to wallow in your bereavement. You're supposed to be feeling better. You need to stop paying your therapist.

[lonelyredfox]

Thorn and Fox - Pride lore

I have too much lore on the drawing and no one to vent it to so I’m going to post it here.

I think Fox would describe Thorn as his sun. They’re the one who brighten up his day, who make everything more bearable. Fox seems to carry the whole planet on his shoulders and Thorn is always there trying to help him in whatever way they can. The little golden sun (tragus?) piercing in Thorn’s ear was a gift from Fox. They don’t have many credits, so Fox saves up for many months before he can buy it (and spends all the credits he has.) He wanted them to know that they’re his source of warmth, his comfort and one of the few things in his life that still give him hope. When he gave it to them, he said that their love shines brighter than any sun could. Thorn never takes it out, only to clean it occasionally.

Fox is Thorn’s moon. He’s the brightest source of light during their darkest times. He’s the one who takes care of the whole Guard. Who protects their shinies from senators and the other evils on Coruscant, that no amount of training could have prepared them for. One night Thorn tells Fox exactly that. Fox replies that the moon can only shine because it reflects the light of the sun. If Thorn cried, no one had to know. They decide that they want to gift Fox something as well. It has to be something subtle that won’t be noticed and won’t get in the way (Piercings don’t matter because the Guard isn’t ever allowed to take their helmets of outside of their barracks). He gets him a (tragus??) piercing as well. A silver one that looks like it has thorns surrounding it. Fox is over the moon (HA!).

While buying the piercing for Fox (which also cost a significant amount of credits) Thorn finds the little fox earring. They can’t afford it, but the salesperson finds them so sweet that they gift it to them. (It’s the middle of the war and the shop is one of the few that still allowed clones. The owner is a nice Trandoshan. The piercings were objectively not expensive at all. The Guard didn’t really get leave and that’s the only time when the troopers are given money, hence why they all have to throw their credits together to buy a single bottle of alcohol. Also, Stone, Thire, Hound and the Corrie CMO (Break?) somehow found out about the gifts the two were giving to each other so they all secretly put some credits into the stash.) The little Fox will always remind Thorn of him. When Fox sees it he hugs them and doesn’t let go for a long while.

After the war and without the barrier the helmet provided Fox gets increasingly insecure about his scars. Thorn makes sure to remind him everyday that they’re just a sign that he survived and that he saved others. Thorn is not as confident with their scars at they let on but Fox makes sure they know how beautiful they still are

Fox calls Thorn tran (sun) or tranyc (lit. star-burned but translated with ‘sunny’). The first time he called them that Thorn’s smile was so bright it complemented the name perfectly.

Thorns tattoos are the wings that are also painted on his helmet.

The Guard crest was already there for a few months while the Mythosaur in Fox’s tattoo was added shortly before the end of the war when the Guard collectively agreed that Fox was more mandokarla than anyone else. The smoke between the symbols represents the shadows they had to walk through and the generally shady atmosphere in the Core. (The skull in between stands for the death they escaped.)

The ten-ten (his CC number) was tattooed on him by someone Palpatine hired. He wanted to make sure Fox would never forget his place. Fox despised the tattoo with every fibre of his being. He saw it as a symbol of all his failures for a long time but learned to live with it. When he had the option the get rid of it, he declines.

(please have mercy on my writing, English isn't my first language)

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Kelby Vera at HuffPost:

Far-right political strategist Steve Bannon is fed up with Elon Musk. Bannon promised to oust the tech billionaire from President-elect Donald Trump’s orbit in a new interview with the Italian newspaper, Corriere della Sera, published on Wednesday, where he called Musk “racist” and a “truly evil guy.” In excerpts of the interview translated into English for Breitbart News, Bannon vowed to “have Elon Musk run out of here by Inauguration Day.” “He will not have a blue pass to the White House, he will not have full access to the White House, he will be like any other person,” the former chief strategist for the Trump White House went on.

Bannon has joined a field of anti-immigrant Trump supporters who turned against Musk after he said he’d “go to war” over America’s H-1B visa program, which allows employers to hire foreign workers with “highly specialized” skills and technical education. Musk called H-1B immigrants “critical” to tech-driven companies like his own SpaceX and Tesla in a post on X late last month. The South African-born mogul was also once an H-1B visa holder himself. But in Bannon’s interview with Corriere della Sera, he slammed the program as corrupt. “This thing of the H-1B visas, it’s about the entire immigration system is gamed by the tech overlords, they use it to their advantage, the people are furious,” he said. Trump appears to have taken Musk’s side for the time being, calling the H-1B system a “great program” in a December quote to the New York Post.

Beyond Bannon’s policy dispute with Musk, he told the Italian paper he thinks the controversial CEO is “a truly evil guy, a very bad guy.”

Far-right bozo Stephen Bannon wants no part of fellow right-wing bozo Elon Musk. This stems from the MAGA-on-MAGA feud over H1-B Visas.

See Also:

The Dean's Report: Steve Bannon’s war against Elon Musk proves Musk is Trump’s Rasputin

[deepdeanvsweston]

Amina El Maghrabi headcanons?

Wrote the majority of these during breaks on a 7½ hour first aid course so ty anon for keeping me entertained (Would like to quickly point out that I listened carefully and demonstrated adeptly and first-aided responsibly to those potentially worried 🤨🤨🤨)

Also I haven't read Death Sets Sail in ages so please forgive anything that's like contradictory

- history buff but only about the subjects she really really loves, like the Napoleonic wars she could not care less about

- so history is actually her worst subject because it's all boring English kings and queens to her

- big believer in 'those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it'

- especially when she's pulling pranks, she can be like 'oh well can't pull that prank on Mrs so-and-so because Clem says she can't take a joke, but Mademoiselle loves silly things like this so I'll do it in class next Tuesday...'

- LESBIAN

- in a modern au she watches St Trinian's to prepare for English boarding school and essentially the lesbianism spiralled from there

- in canon, Amina is that 1 quote where it's like 'i can accept liking girls but I can't accept not liking boys'

- LOVES the soaps like corry street, eastenders and holby city

- can never watch them around George or Daisy though because George will point out medical bad practice and Daisy will work out like. who's having affair with who or whatever

- ("It's just logic, Min, I can't help pointing it out!"

"You could try!")

- really hates gossip and gossipers though, considers them the lowest of the low

- Daisy's academic rival. Not officially, because they're both aware of appearances and being seen as swots so they'll stay an acceptable middle of the class

- but everyone knows if it ever came down to it properly, those two would be neck and neck

- had a thing going with Kitty for about 3 weeks but it fizzled out to nothing

- there's no animosity between them but Kitty did swear her to secrecy

- I always headcannon Hazel as becoming headgirl, who then chooses Amina to be deputy head, of course

- she's a good deputy head because she's very passionate about nearly everything

- you could go to her just to simply complain that you'd been given an extra 50 words on an essay that week and she'd be like "that's absolutely DESPICABLE. How could she!?"

- terrible at most sports as she's quite uncoordinated, but noone has actually realised this as she's good at looking like she's doing something

- but has somehow managed to finesse her way into being a lacrosse coach because she's good at strategy

- and she's good at that from coordinating all the pranks she pulls

- SHIT at sewing, always comes back from darning class with pinpricks on her fingers

- really into haircare, finds it really therapeutic and calming

- does spend an absolute age in the shower though

- nearly keels over and dies when she sees Daisy drag a brush through her hair like, once and then leave the house

- (it still looks perfect somehow as this is Daisy Wells, but Amina stands by the fact that this is "absolutely not the point")

- will stay in bed up until the last possible moment in the morning not because she's asleep, but because she can't stand the cold of English mornings

- (doesn't help that Matron keeps the windows open in the dorm)

- do not wake her up before till the morning bell goes off, she will plot your death

Hope these are ok :)

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thank you for the tag @ithillia !!!!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

20

2. What's your A03 word count?

12,497

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Republic Commando and The Clone Wars. I have Touken Ranbu in my wips.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Dar'ad  (437 words) Kudos: 57 Commander Fox & Alpha-17 The Clone Wars Cin Vhetin  (407 words) Kudos: 49 Commander Fox & Corrie!Dogma The Clone Wars Dar'ad, part II  (417 words) Kudos: 36 Commander Fox centric The Clone Wars Don’t ever utter those words again, I’m begging you  (982 words) Kudos: 26 FoxThorn The Clone Wars And what about lads, Kal'buir?  (808 words) Kudos: 19 Kal & Nulls Republic Commando

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

YES!!! I think it is important to give back the same respect to the readers that they gave us with the commenting. I can't symphatize with writers who whine about not getting comments but don't bother to answer. If you want something, you have to set an example - that's my view on the topic.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angsties ending?

I think it's Dar'ad (437 words) I used the fan-trope where Alpha-17 adopted the Command Batch including Commander Fox as his sons, so disowning him as the title indicates is pretty angsty XDD

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hard to choose from all that hurt/comfort fics, but maybe this one: And what about lads, Kal'buir? (808 words) Starting with a tense situation which ends really wholesome. Wholesome in Null-standards :D

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nah, I'm not popular and not working with popular ships to step on landmines. xD

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I can see myself writing a sex scene that is part of a bigger fic and if it doesn't ruin the pace, but pwp in general is just not my stuff to write. Maybe one day I'll write when I get inspired enough.

10. Do you write cross overs? What's the craziest one you've written?

I DO LOVE CROSSOVERS HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Though never write one. Mostly just rp-d. A TCW/Repcomm x Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni crossover is tickling my brain for a while 👀👀👀

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. Someone preserved one of my old fanfictions for a different fandom, but they credited it so I didn't go after them to delete it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I attempted to translate some of my Hungarian fanfiction to english back then but I gave up. :D

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes. But I prefer to work alone.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Oh boy... My main brainrot is OrdoMaze But sometimes my own takes on OrdoMaze are just too intense for my brain so I need to take a break from them time-to-time. Then I go to my favorite secondary ships.

15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever wilI?

I have Commander Fox joins the Coruscant Guard themed story, but I don't know if I ever return to that. I'm too much in RepComm hell for that. And a RepComm!Fox already nested in my head so...

16. What are your writing strengths?

People are not generous with comments, so honestly I'm not sure. I'm good at getting in the characters head. Thinking with their head, feeling with their heart. Also I'm a better writer when I write in first person POV which is also strengthens the immersive feeling of the characters. Feeling the character is really important for me. Though I never published those ones before, but I really should try and see what people are thinking about them. So far I got encouraging responses privately <3

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel that language barrier often gets in my way and I just don't have the adequate vocabulary or grammar knowledge to express things.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Sure, why not, it has it's role. It gives the feeling of diversity. Just make sure you put the meaning in the notes or hide the meaning in the context somewhere in the fic.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Teen Titans (2003). I ship Robin x Starfire.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Currently it's Knife Game (407 words) (CW: Self-harm) I love this fucked up family of the Skiratas.

[last-tarrasque]

hey so even if that screenshot was real, calling an entire group of people evil because of the words/actions of a few IS racist. assuming youre american, by your logic if i found an american facebook group that spoke english and said racist things, would that make you racist?

Even if that screenshot was real

So you start out by tentatively accepting a boldfaced and obvious lie by a zionist, not a great start.

As for the rest, I did not say that everyone who is an Israeli is inherently racist. I correctly stated that this kind of settler colonial racism is an essential aspect of Israeli national culture, as a settler nation, Israel has an inherently racist national culture.

Also this is not an Isolated event, by and large your average Israeli is wildly racist, most Israel's at least passively don't care about palestinians, if they don't oppenly see them as subhuman monsters and wish death on them. Israelis by and large at best turn a blind eye to the apartheid system the actively benefit from, if not actively participating in it. This is the culture that turned Rachel Corry's death into an unofficial national holiday, celebrating her being crushed to death by bulldozers by making pancakes. Israel makes football music about raping little girls and turns rapists into national heroes. There are thousands of messages and tweets just like that one which show the common attitude of Israelis. So it isn't really the actions of a few but of the vast majority. There are a few good apples, Israelis who bravely reject their settler nation and stand with the oppressed Palestinian people, in the process giving up most of their settler privileges being cut off their nation. And ofc these people are subjected to vile and hateful attacks by Israeli sociality for their heroic deeds. I commend these people greatly, but they are a few good apples hanging from a rotting, stinking tree.

If you want to see what the average Israeli thinks about palestinians, watch some of these livestreams, you can here it right from their mouths.