#fluent-bit

[nondistinctmeganerd]

I know that its fairly common for Jason to have blue eyes that turn green when the pit is active, but I support that Jason's eyes are just bright green now. They don't necessarily glow all the time, but they are notably green.

The first time that Jason takes his helmet off in front of the family after his resurrection Dick won't stop staring at him and Bruce keeps glancing at him when he thinks Jason can't see it.

Jason starts taking off his helmet less because the blatant reminder that he came back different, changed, wrong.

Then Damian shows up and starts talking about how both of them inherited their mother's eyes (he refuses to listen to anyone trying to tell him it doesn't work that way)

Slowly but surely, when Jason takes off his helmet and looks in the mirror, instead of seeing wrongness staring back at him, all he can see is his baby brother's eyes.

[tennessoui]

every time generals kenobi and skywalker are assigned together on a mission during the clone wars, their troopers collectively breathe a sigh of relief. oh, the shenanigan incident reports are about to go through the roof, and both medical teams know by now to request a double shipment of bacta from the closest space port the moment they get their marching orders. but it's undeniable that no one knows how to look after their general like the other general.

general kenobi just knows when to give general skywalker a cup of caf, appearing suddenly at his elbow during a briefing with one already made exactly to skywalker's standards. he also, maybe even more importantly, knows when to take away general skywalker's caf, and skywalker moans on about it but lets him. no clone trooper has ever seen skywalker let someone do as much around or to or for him as he lets kenobi. clone trooper jax swears that during the last mission where the 501st and 212th teamed up, he saw general kenobi take away general skywalker's datapaad. just straight out of his hands, and skywalker just let him. and then he just--fell asleep on his shoulder. asleep. general skywalker fell asleep on general kenobi, if jax is to be believed. the general consensus is that clone trooper jax is a dirty rotten liar, as everyone knows general skywalker doesn't need sleep and has never even experienced sleep save for the handful of times he's been rendered unconscious on the battlefield.

and as for general kenobi himself, commander cody would be remiss not to use the situation to the greater benefit of the 212th (and his general). he doesn't really understand the situation, and he doesn't really actually want to. whatever the generals have between each other, or whatever their relationship is, or whatever reason they listen to each other when they won't listen to their medics or their troops or even their superior officers, commander cody does not need to know. not so long as he keeps being able to approach general skywalker in the ship's mess, relay to him general kenobi's latest incredibly foolhardy and needlessly convoluted mission plan, then show skywalker the mock-up of kenobi's weekly schedule so the other man can glance at it quickly and offer five to six suggested changes. things cody would never have thought of himself, like: 'briefing at 6.00's stupid--he's never actually awake and thinking til at least 6.30.' and 'schedule a fifteen minute block so he can eat a late meal. he gets fussy if he only has tea, even though he'll tell you he's fine.' and 'oh yeah, put a sparring expo somewhere on there. he gets restless if he goes too long without beating someone up, and if we don't provide enrichment, he'll find a sith to do it for us.'

obi-wan and anakin constantly marvel at how many missions they get put on together. they're not complaining, as they reserve complaining for the missions they aren't put on together, but they do have to wonder if the council remembers that anakin was knighted a few years ago and there's no reason for him to spend the war traipsing after his former master's troops--and vice versa.

(meanwhile the jedi council has received several long and thoughtful missives from the troopers of the 501st and the 212th, all of which are basically open letter petitions to keep assigning the open circle fleet to the same mission. 'it's less of a headache,' one of the letters says. 'and us troopers rest easy at night knowing our general is being taken care of.'

the council is just glad kenobi and skywalker and whatever they have going on can be someone else's problem for a little bit. mace windu, for his part, has had enough skywalker/kenobi related headaches in his life that he's incredibly sympathetic to the clones' cause.)

[kizzer55555]

DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

[sholmeser]

im possessed

[jetlaggedjetslag]

It's Snake Summer !!!!

[ectocosme]

me waltzing into the Mysterious lotus casebook ao3 tag

[aka-lonne]

LOF FANART (fanfic by @erinwantstowrite )

Soooo originally it was going to be just an illustration, but then I was opening the animation program and I made keyframes and then it was moving and I was confused and then I had this gif...you know how it is.

Anyway, usually I listen to music while reading and I was listening to my OCs playlist and I realized this song is just perfect for LOF's Peter, mainly in the way he thinks others think about him, and in general his situation is perfect for this song.

I had it very specifically for the MC of one of my story's but it's fine, they can share!

On that note...I also drew this!

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Daryl sign language compilation

[erinwantstowrite]

wait so do you know cajun french

i mean,,, a little bit? when my great grandparents were growing up, their generation weren't allowed to speak it. like, they would get in serious trouble at school for using cajun french (as in physical abuse most of the time), so they never taught it to their kids, and so on. it's sort of stagnated, inching towards becoming a dying language. there are common phrases or words that i can pick up on, most of which are already words that just exist around here. it's common down here to replace an "o" sound with "eaux". so you'd see things like "geaux tigers!" or "deauxnuts", etc etc

it's the little things i'd pick up from a relative who knew a relative who could speak it fluently. they only ever used it in the privacy of their homes when they didn't want their kids hearing something they had to say (mostly gossip). i've always wanted to learn but it's not easy, and cajun french, while derived from french, is pretty different.

there's an online glossary and dictionary on LSU's website that gathers vocabulary for students (they have classes for it!), but even they tell you that regional dialects and phrases vary a lot. that's because parishes can vary wildly down here. you can hop one parish over and you'll hear a whole different accent than the one you have. i'm sure there are some people who speak it a little farther down the boot but i don't often get to visit down there </3

a phrase i hear at parties is "Tu veux aller au bal avec moi à soir?" which means something like "will you dance with me?" or "do you want to dance with me?", and my great grandma would sing a "berceuse" (lullaby) for bedtime. and my uncles would toss around "Quoi ça dit, bougre?" which means "what's happening, buddy?"

edit: i forgot to mention cocodri!!! it means alligator!! it's one of my favorites cause it's fun to say

[sumireforpresident]

as president, i would like to demolish and reconstruct all animal care centers (i cannot believe it is legal to put down animals or the government officials could sleep during the night time after allowing this to continue)

how am i going to do this? i shall form a committee to generate possible solutions to keep unnecessary bloodshed. according to statistics from my team, thousands of animals are killed each year that would not have to pass away if the government just did the くそing job correctly

-akane sumire ✿

ׂ╰┈➤ 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞-𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭

°˖✧✿✧˖°

some parts of this broadcast from sumire-sama have been left untranslated, for the sake of censoring

-the villagers

[thechampagnesocialist]

NO LONGER HUMAN: THE MUSICAL MASTER POST

No Longer Human: The Musical is a musical theatre adaptation of Osamu Dazai's novel "No Longer Human," with music composed by Frank Wildhorn (Jekyll & Hyde, Scarlet Pimpernel, Dracula, Monte Cristo, Death Note, etc. God this man makes a lot of musical,) and Chinese lyrics by Ez-Ven, Huang Yajie, and Yang Jingyi, produced by RANSPACE.

It's an original musical in Chinese, so naturally I can't find much about it in English-speaking space, so I am making this post to yell into the void about this absolute masterpiece :) Linked below is a summary of the musical, as well as the entire soundtracks and their translated lyrics.

PLOT

The musical follows Dazai as he writes the novel No Longer Human, and the way his protagonist Yozo slowly takes on his own identity and grows as a person.

ACT 1

The musical opens with Osamu Dazai setting the scene for his novel No Longer Human, firstly describing the world (“No Longer Human”) and then introducing the protagonist Oba Yozo, who is an author surrogate for Dazai himself (“Birth/Meet Your Life.”)

We follow Yozo through his childhood, where he is scorned by his family (“The Family Portrait/Freak”) and abused by his old caretaker (“Flowers.”) While his father and brothers have a private discussion, on the other side of the door, Yozo begs his father for an answer to his suffering (“Below the Steps/At the Door.”) His older brother eventually emerges, revealing that Yozo is being sent to Tokyo to attend university.

(“Acting Class/Be a Clown” is a cut song wherein Dazai and Yozo meet for the first time on the train to Tokyo.)

Not used to the bustling atmosphere, Yozo feels overwhelmed (“One Hundred Views of Tokyo.”) Here, he meets Horiki, who points him to a communist meeting and convincing him to join the cause. The communists remain doubtful, but folded when Dazai and Yozo himself talk about using the money from his father to fund the operation (“Surprise Surprise.”)

("The Game/Be a Man" is a cut song wherein Dazai tries to warn Yozo to stay away from the communist group.)

When one of the meetings were raided by the police, all of the communists sell Yozo out to save their own skin (“Surprise Surprise reprise”)  His brother bails Yozo out, and warns him not to get into trouble again. Feeling adrift and isolated, Yozo wonders to himself how to proceed (“A Dust Falls Into The Sea.”) Horiki reconnects with Yozo. Sensing his trouble, he takes Yozo to a hostess bar, advising him to indulge in hedonism (“A Creature Called Woman/Gold Digger.”) Here, Yozo connects with Tsuneko, who feels similarly lost in the world (“Lullaby/Moonbeam.”)

They enter a relationship, which earns both of them a lot of judgement from their social circle (“Cutting Remarks/Monsters.”) Faced with scorns, Yozo and Tsuneko decide to commit a double suicide by drowning. Wherein Tsuneko successfully kills herself, Yozo feels an obsession with life and fights against his faith, much to Dazai's surprise. Dazai reveals to Yozo that he is behind all of his suffering, that this is only a story, and taunts Yozo with a better life he could have led. Not deterred, Yozo affirms his will to be his own person, no longer constrained by Dazai's writing. (“Summer Fireworks + The Author.”)

ACT 2

Yozo survives the suicide attempt while Tsuneko died. His family pre-emptively celebrate his suicide. Even when Yozo comes back, they maintain that he should be buried (“Pity Party.”) Meanwhile, Dazai ponders over Yozo’s will to live, and the implication it has on himself (“Trapped.”) Yozo turns to alcohol to cope with the guilt and pain, following Horiki’s footstep (“I Don’t Care.”) On Yozo’s way home from the bar, he meets Yoshiko, whose innocence and believe touches him. (“The Amazing.”) Dazai is determined to get his novel “No Longer Human” published, and deals with the jeering and criticism from his peers (“Legends.”) Yozo pursues his passion for art, moves in together with Yoshiko, and fantasise about a future with her (“Welcome home.”)

Horiki shows up, expressing an interest in Yozo’s art. Accompanying Horiki is an art dealer who sexually assaulted Yoshiko (“Flowers Reprise.”) Horiki does not intervene, holding to his world view and defence himself in front of Yozo (“I Don’t Care reprise.”) The event divides Yozo and Yoshiko. Yoshiko, depressed, committed suicide by overdosing herself (“Sins of the World.”) Yozo wallows, (“If I Had To Do It Again.”) and checks himself into the asylum afterward (“Pity Party reprise.”) There, he converses with the prisoners, who are characters from other work of Dazai, and Dazai himself. They tell Yozo their stories, the values of the stories, and that the weak also has the right to cry out. In the end, Yozo and Dazai sings about spring coming, despite it all. (“At the Door & NLH reprise + False Spring.")

[tanadrin]

holy shit, mariska hargitay is jayne mansfield's daughter.

also i love it when an actor speaks a bunch of random languages and they have their character speak the same languages even when there's no established in-universe reason for it. sure, why can't this random nypd cop speak hungarian, italian, and french.

[holloweiss]

megumi subconsciously switching to kansai dialect even though he’s grown up in tokyo is kinda cute lmao

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 44

PREV

The flight up to New York is a pleasant one.

The time in the airport itself had been less pleasant. Matt, as it turns out, is a firm believer in arriving with just enough time to check a bag, get through security, and get to the gate. He had claimed up, down, left, and right that he had it down to a science.

No matter how many times Smith had wondered about the scientific rigor of this 'science' he still kept it to himself. There was no need for Smith to voice his uncertainty with this plan because Kevin well and truly had it covered.

"You're giving us only an hour to check bags, get through security, and get to our gate?!" Kevin demands.

"Kevin, if you wanted to be there earlier then you could have asked Andrew to give yo a ride." Matt says. "We'll be fine."

"You know what Neil and Andrew get like when they have a long roadtrip ahead of them." Kevin argues.

"All lovey-dovey?" Nicky asks as Aaron makes a gagging sound.

"No, well yes, but no they always stop and buy all of the worst food too." Kevin reminds. "I'm just concerned about us missing our flight! We have barely enough time!" Kevin huffs crossing his arms.

"You're wrong anyways." Aaron says idly as he continues to text with Katelyn.

"How am I wrong?!" Kevin demands.

"We also have to park within that hour that Matt has left us with." Aaron says looking up from his phone.

"Matt!" Kevin squawks.

"It'll be fine." Matt reassures for the 2nd time.

"We all have checked bags!" Kevin exclaims, "What if we miss our flight?!" he wails.

"It'll be fine!" Matt repeats.

"No it won't!" Kevin exclaims.

---

It was fine.

The only real delays they met were at security.

Smith prided himself on being efficient in the security line. He has his watch off, his phone and ID secured in a zipped jacket pocket, his backpack and electronics in separate trays, and his shoes ready to be slipped off.

So he was shamed to have been the cause of the first delay when the TSA agent wouldn't wave Smith through the metal detector since she didn't realize he was there. That had been a whole anxiety attack and a half as the line had formed up behind him all wondering what the hold-up was.

Finally she seemed to startle as she realized that Smith had been standing there waiting and waved him through.

The other delay was that Kevin got patted down after he had forgotten to empty his 'emergency' water bottle.

It was probably for the best that they didn't have to be in the airport for that long. Every announcement that it was very important to not leave your bag unattended made him worry that with every blink somehow someone had slipped a bomb into his backpack.

While it was on his back.

As he was running with the rest of his friends to their gate.

"It just had to be the gate on the other end of the terminal." Aaron huffs.

"It would have been 100% perfect if someone hadn't left their water bottle in their bag despite the, let me check, 3,820 signs that said remove all liquids from your carry-ons!" Matt says as they continues to run.

"I said I forgot!" Kevin yells back from his spot at the front of the pack. Smith was under the distinct impression that Kevin was keeping pace with them since he had seen the Striker move much faster on the court and during warm-ups.

"We could have forgiven that!" Nicky pants, "Why did you have to slam the whole thing to prove that it was 'just water'?" he asks.

"Because I wanted to prove I wasn't a national security threat!" Kevin says. "I'll be going to the Olympics in a couple years and I can't have that on my record." he continues as he rounds a corner.

"What record?!" Smith asks suddenly worried that there was a record.

"Smithy, there's no record Kevin's just an idiot. An idiot who got patted down, tested for explosives, and had his carry-on searched." Nicky huffs.

"You don't know that there's not a record! The record everything nowadays!" Kevin huffs and their gate is in sight.

"Kevin, just shut up!" Aaron exclaims as they reach the line for their flight.

"Wait why aren't any of you getting shitty with Smiths?!" Kevin asks.

"His delay was like a minute and more importantly NOT HIS FAULT!" Nicky defends.

"He should have just walked through!" Kevin argues.

"Oh it's fine if he gets a record but not you?!" Aaron asks.

"So there is a record?!" Smith asks again.

They reach the line and the largely empty area around their gate is more than enough evidence that this was the final boarding. Smith breathed a sigh of relief as he took his place in line behind Nicky.

"The lines pretty slow, I'm going to go get a water." Kevin says and before any of them can say anything he is off towards a busy looking Newsweek store.

"I cannot believe him." Aaron huffs.

"All that water he just drank and is about to drink? He has lost window seat privileges." Matt pants wiping sweat from his brow.

"Agreed." Nicky says.

Smith laughed between panting breaths. His stomach hurt a bit from the stress of running but it was fine.

They get on the plane without Kevin and head to their seats. Most of the overhead storage is taken up at this point but Smith slides his bag under the middle seat in front of him after Matt

In the end, Kevin barely made it onto the plane in time since he got caught up in deciding on water. "You're in my seat." Kevin says as the only man not yet seated.

"I am not about to spend this flight getting up every 2 minutes because you have to pee." Matt says, "Abby didn't used to need to take all those pitstops when we're on the bus." Matt adds.

"I hate the aisle, the cart could hit my legs." Kevin argues.

"Then you can sit in the middle if Smith's willing to move." Matt says.

"You can have the middle Kevin." Smith offers actually preferring the aisle seat since then he doesn't have to ask anyone to move for him.

"I hate the middle seat, there is no room." Kevin crosses his arms.

"Smith is like only 3 inches shorter than you and he's not complaining." Matt continues.

"It's an important 3 inches."

"I bet it is."

"Nicky, are you serious?"

"What?!"

"There is an uninvolved member of the public, right there."

"He's wearing headphones it's fine!"

---

It's fine.

Eventually Kevin takes the middle seat if for no other reason than Matt stubbornly pretends to go to sleep but absolutely does not want the aisle seat either.

Smith gives it up and ends up with his own preferred seat while Kevin pointedly takes both of the arm rests, as is his right. The plane ride progresses smoothly from there. Smith has always liked flying. There is always a sense that the second that he gets onto the plane and the door closes he has absolutely zero control over what happens afterwards.

That is a nice comfort.

He pays attention to the safety briefing, finds his nearest exit, and that he should secure the bag over his own face before securing it on Kevin's.

He puts his headphones on and tries not to think about the anxiety of meeting the 'girls'.

He has heard much about the 'girls'.

Allison Reynolds. Allison was someone who's legacy existed even outside of the team. Smith didn't know much about fashion but a Reynolds bet remained a solid practice within Palmetto. She was, undeniably, absolutely gorgeous and if Kevin was to be believed 'kind of a bitch'. Nicky had swatted his arm but had said that it was not entirely inaccurate but like 'in the best way'.

Dan Wilds. He met Dan. Dan was nice. Also, if Matt was to be believed, the best human to ever walk the planet earth. The reason the sun rose in the east and set in the west. The gravitational pull that held the universe together. If Andrew is to be believed, she's fine.

Renee Walker. Renee was the one who taught Andrew how to use knives. His friend has talked warmly of her, in the way that Andrew talks warmly about anyone which is mentioning them at all. She was the one that Smith was the most anxious about meeting.

Kevin turns his nose up at the ginger ale that Smith gets but he's allowed these now per his actual doctors orders.

1 hour left until arriving at JFK.

He hopes this ginger ale is enough to calm his stomach since he's still not allowed Pepto.

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[sk-eveel]

The scariest part of the tmagp 38 statement is the sudden switch from the butchered, very english-sounding pronounciation to the surprisingly correct pronounciation of the nursery rhyme-esque part

[korpsewax]

always and forever thinking about the terror marines learning sign language from tommy. one of them saw him speaking to billy from across the room and was intrigued, so he brought it up to the others and they all thought that leaning a "secret" language would be cool as fuck, so they dragged him to their table one night at dinner and asked him to teach them. now, you'll walk around terror and see the marines having what conversations they can in sign language, and oftentimes you'll see them all crowded around one very flustered gunroom steward during their downtime (they're still learning, but dammit is tommy proud of them)