#thank you for the accents
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"
Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.
imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws
#tintin#adventures of tintin#comic#captain haddock#archibald haddock#snowy#milou#fanart#the crab with the golden claws#i remember tintin crafting a trumpet to communicate with an elephant#and he remarks he must get the accent correct#very odd scenario but it shows he would be a stickler for that sort of thing#i also have to say accents do not indicate how smart someone is#a lot of pundits use an english accent to sound more credible#but i have to say there are a lot of fucking idiots here#me included#thank you 2011 film for validating my scottish haddock headcanon#any french speakers who have read to this point i wonder what your hcs are for his french speaking accent
12K notes
·
View notes
Text
"You comin'?" — FALLOUT (2024-)
#fallout#fallout series#cooper howard#lucy maclean#ghoulcy#the ghoul#vaultghoul#barking and growling over how he drops his accent for this conversation with her#the actual film grain in this show so so tasty#thank you j nolan#falloutedit#*
692 notes
·
View notes
Text
New AU Idea
(Click for better quality I beg lol)
HI HELLO! For the past couple of months me and @childdevourer1 have been losing our minds over and au where Jay became the green ninja instead of Lloyd (we saw that one fun fact about how it was originally gonna be Jay and went fucking feral).
Anyways I made a comic about it. We may write a fic about it one day but for now it's just a lot of strung together ideas.
#ninjago#lego ninjago#ninjago jay#jay walker#ninjago kai#kai smith#kai jiang#my art#digital art#Green Jay AU#Just making a tag now#This boy goes through sooooo much shit lemme tell you#let Green Jay sleep 2024#Oh and a quick detail bonus round#Kai and Jay's eyes are really dull in the first page cuz they havent reached their full potentials yet#but Jay's eyes in the 2nd page are that neon teal color#Thank god The 1st version of the green suit has silver accents#cuz every one after has gold accents and Jay is 100% a silver guy
405 notes
·
View notes
Text
his moon coded sun
#lance mcclain#voltron#vld#my art#okay now about that caption.#im just saying that lance is basically the sun in appearance but hes moon coded in terms of his actual personality .#EVEN IF I SAID THAT LANCE MCCLAIN IS MOON CODED IM THE BIGGEST APOLLO LANCE TRUTHER I WILL DIE IN MY GRAVE BELIEVING THIS.#thank you#i love you tumblr tags#also im really lazy to color but please imagine his outfit as like. moon themed but has yellow accents specifically on the sun corset and#the braces and accessories#thank yew
289 notes
·
View notes
Text
Summertime Sasha
#rook art#psychonauts#sasha nein#let him wear his sandals.... pease...#literally he spills coffee on his threadbare x-files tshirt while fixing the tumbler at 3am and says [monotone german accent] oopsy doodle#and milla is like if i cannot kiss this man i will go insane. thank you for listening
439 notes
·
View notes
Text
Thanks to a conversation I had with @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe and @stevesbipanic about this post by @piratefishmama about Scott Clarke helping middle schoolers with sexuality crises I wrote a lil something :)
Scott Clarke has been worrying about Eddie Munson ever since the boy first set foot into his classroom. He was tiny for his age and thin on the verge of being scrawny, with big, scared eyes in a pale face. With his long, dark curls he was the kind of boy who would unavoidably be called names for being too much like a girl, and Scott wasn't surprised that it only took one week before the boy came in with his hair all buzzed off, pulling even more attention to his expressive eyes instead.
Scott was known for worrying about the nerdy kids, and even though it wouldn't be obvious to everyone right away, he immediately noticed that Eddie was one of those. He wasn't the kind of nerdy kid who would sit in the front of the classroom, hanging onto Scott's every word while avidly scribbling down the secrets of the universe that Scott liked to share. No, Eddie was the other kind of nerdy kid: the kind who would often be called dreamy, or imaginative, or quiet, or lazy. The kind who would retreat to the back of the class and get low scores on their tests because they were spending their time sneakily reading comic books underneath the table or staring out of the window with their mind completely elsewhere for hours on end.
Middle school wasn't an easy place for kids like Eddie, as Scott knew all too well. The only thing he could do, as a teacher, was try to make it a little bit more bearable for him. He was glad when the boy took him up on his offer to spend his lunch breaks in the science classroom instead of the cafeteria or the playground. Soon, it became a habit that Eddie would be on the other side of Scott's desk reading his way through some big book while Scott was grading papers or preparing his next lesson.
Scott knew that with patience and kindness, all kids like Eddie would eventually come out of their shell and start trusting him. So he asked about the books Eddie brought first, proceeded to topics like music and games he liked to play later, and eventually could ask him about his home life.
Whenever he'd talk about his books or his music, Eddie's eyes lit up and his smile widened. Scott soon found out that, when Eddie was at ease, he could talk a mile a minute and bounce around the classroom, caught up in his stories with all kinds of excited hand gestures. At those moments, he was nothing like the quiet boy with the haunted look in his eyes who Scott met two months ago.
But Eddie never disclosed much about his personal life. He didn't mention his mother even once and he didn't tell Scott much more than that he was living with his uncle in Forest Hills because his dad was “unavailable” to take care of him.
Scott doubted whether Eddie was much better off living with his uncle than with his father. Judging from the meager lunches he brought with him, the shabby and ill-fitting clothes he wore, and the fact that the man never once came to drop Eddie off or pick him up at school, Scott was skeptical, to say the least.
He started worrying even more when one day, Eddie lingered in the classroom after the last lesson of the day, saying he wanted to ask him a “science question” with a certain dread in his eyes that Scott had never seen there before.
“There's nothing I love more than a good science question,” Scott quickly reassured him. “Tell me, what is it?”
“The other kids,” said Eddie, “Brendon and Mark and, you know... They call me names.” His voice was soft and his eyes were aimed towards the ground as he spoke. “Queer. And fag. And...” He shrugged. “Y'know.” He raised his head up again, big scared eyes meeting Scott's.
“I – I think they're right,” he said, almost in a whisper. “How can you stop being gay?”
And oh, this was a conversation Scott had experience with. He had been a teacher at Hawkins Middle School for almost two decades and there had always been kids he worried about, who would open up to him about this exact topic.
So he sat Eddie down at his desk and patiently talked him through everything the boy needed to know; God knows his trailer park uncle most certainly wouldn't. He told him all about science and nature and feelings and, most importantly, being perfect the way you are, no matter who you love.
More than two hours later, Eddie finally left the classroom with relief in his eyes instead of dread. But Scott kept worrying: Eddie's uncle hadn't so much as called the school to inform where Eddie was. Who was looking out for him after the last school bell rang and the kid rode his bike out of Scott's sight?
Not long after that conversation, Scott finally got to meet Mr. Munson for the first time. He was one of Scott's last appointments of the yearly parent-teacher evening, and Scott half expected him not to show up. But he was right on time, even though he looked almost comically out of place when he walked into the science classroom.
He was exactly what Scott would've imagined of a man living in Forest Hills: washed-up jeans and a worn-down flannel, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and a gruff frown hidden underneath a faded gray trucker's hat. He walked up to where Scott was seated behind his desk in a few big strides, and Scott couldn't help but think that there was something almost intimidating in merely the way he carried himself. Not exactly the kind of man who radiated safety for a boy like Eddie.
They shook hands and Scott felt rough callouses press against his own chalk-stained fingers.
While Scott talked Mr. Munson through Eddie's grade list – a list that at this point was barely enough to get him into the next grade – Mr. Munson didn't say anything. Only when Scott asked him if he had any questions, he opened his mouth.
“How're the other kids treatin' him?” the man asked him in a thick southern accent.
“It's not easy for him,” Scott answered in all honesty. He wondered how much Eddie told his uncle about what his days at school usually looked like.
Mr. Munson bowed his head. “I know,” he mumbled.
“Eddie is a sensitive kid, he –”
“I know what kinda kid he is,” Mr. Munson interrupted him immediately. It sounded sharp and Scott wondered if he should be worried about Mr. Munson having a temper.
“Of course,” he cautiously retreated. “I just assumed, since I've never seen you at the school before, sir, that you might not be aware of what exactly he has to deal with in here.”
“Maybe you should do less assuming, then,” Mr. Munson answered bluntly. “You think I should be at the school more? Drop Eddie here in the mornin', come pick him up in the afternoon, all that?”
Scott wondered if Mr. Munson was mocking him.
“Well, I think it might be good for Eddie if –”
“You know why I ain't never at the school? 'Cause I'm tryin' my damned best to keep that boy's stomach filled. When should I be at the school, exactly, between my day shift at the quarry and my night shift at the plant?”
“I – I'm sorry,” Scott backpedaled. Suddenly, the frown lines in the tired face of the man in front of him had gotten a different meaning. “I didn't know. You're right, I shouldn't have made assumptions.”
“Look, I dunno how much he shared with you, Mr. Clarke, but I know he looks up to you. So I think you should know that he's the kinda kid who got in trouble at home for bein' “too sensitive.”” He shot Scott a meaningful glance. “Boy was cryin' to me on the phone, 'cause of what his daddy did to him, so I picked him up and drove him here and I made it my mission, as his uncle, to protect him, to shield him, and to take care of him as best as I possibly can.”
Scott had always prided himself on being a good judge of character. He wondered if he had ever been more wrong about somebody before in his life.
“I know he thinks highly of you, Sir,” Mr. Munson continued. “And I'm very grateful that you're keepin' an eye on him when I can't. But at some point, he may trust you with some very personal information about himself, and you better have his back when he does.”
He knows, Scott realized with a shock. He tried to give Mr. Munson a reassuring smile, but his heart was beating in his throat with what he was about to tell him.
“I was a sensitive kid, myself, Sir. I promise you Eddie is in good hands with me.”
Scott wondered whether Mr. Munson caught the message in those words while a long silence stretched out. Their gazes were locked: Mr. Munson's eyes were bright blue, completely different from Eddie's but just as expressive. His gaze softened while the seconds passed and underneath his graying beard, his mouth twitched.
“I was a sensitive kid, too,” he eventually said.
And Scott's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. This man, with his big calloused hands and his trucker's hat and his undeniably manly demeanor?
His feelings of astonishment must have been visible on his face, because Mr. Munson chortled softly.
“Didn't see that one coming, did ya?”
Scott laughed, too, making the last bit of residual tension between them disappear. “I'm sorry, Mr. Munson. I had no idea.”
“'S okay,” Mr. Munson said. “'s good to know that Eddie has someone lookin' out for him here. Um –” He scraped his throat. “I um...” He abruptly averted his gaze back to his lap again, where his fingers were nervously fumbling with the cap he was holding between his hands.
“I always make Eddie dinner,” he finally said. “'S one of the few things I can do for him, y'know. It'd probably be better for me if I took a quick nap 'tween my jobs, but it's the only time of the day we got together. I'm not much of a cook, but I try to get him to eat somethin' healthy and warm, and we talk about stuff, whatever it is he wants to talk about. So um... If you ever wanna join us – that is, if you don't mind comin' to the trailer park... We don't have much, but I'm sure we can fit another chair 'round the table. I think it could be good for Eddie.”
Scott could barely believe what was happening. To think that only a few minutes ago, he had been worried about this man having a temper or being neglectful towards his nephew...
Wayne Munson was shy and soft-spoken and he loved Eddie with a passion that sparked a fierce protectiveness. And after having Scott judge him based on the way he looked and a bunch of false assumptions, he showed him nothing but genuine goodness.
He felt his lips bend into a smile more authentic than he'd been able to give in a while.
“I'd love to join you sometime,” he told Mr. Munson. “For Eddie – but I also wouldn't mind getting to know you better,” he added in a sudden spur or braveness.
And he could swear that something suspiciously like a smile matching his own was hiding beneath Mr. Munson's beard.
#thank you noelle for providing the worms#and thank you b for telling me that clarkson should always be brought up <3#it's past 1am so idk if this is any good but here ya go#yeah i stole that speech from the joel stoffer interview about wayne#i love him#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#scott clarke#wayne munson#stranger things#scott clarke x wayne munson#clarkson my beloved#fruity ficlet#bluffing my way through that southern accent again 🙃
701 notes
·
View notes
Note
I love Carvey, he's so great! Can you tell us more about him??
He's a
He's A just a little guy...
#my art#anthro#furry#my ocs#oc#carvey#carvey kiplinger#talkin pasm#also thank you!!!#another Carvey Fact: he was born in the Bronx and as a result has a New Yorker accent#and an accute fear of getting in people's way
202 notes
·
View notes
Note
What would Zack and Taylor look like if you swap their color scheme like you did with Vilmr and Debbie?
taylor looks so so so so weird with different colors. zack owns it though I think.
#i was so uncomfortable coloring in specifically taylors eyebrows i have no clue why#maybe because i had to zoom in close and he was just too in my personal bubble#he just hits differently with out his black accent#brambleramble#anyway this was fun to do thank you anon
83 notes
·
View notes
Text
You know what I need? I need Batman to be minding his own business, y'know just taking part in a league meeting or being forced to (urgh) socialize. And just in the corner of his eye see one of the batkids start doing something they know they shouldn't, presumably something incredibly dangerous seeing as he gave up on stopping them from hanging from chandeliers and going out as vigilante children. .
And I need him to just suddenly having the thickest new jersey accent the other heroes have ever heard as he fusses over them when they do get hurt.
#batman#dc#bruce wayne#dcu#robin#batkids#batdad#we need to use the fact that gotham is in new jersey more#batfamily#let characters have their local accents dangit#but also let them use it for shenanigans#Dick purposely gets a thick romanian accent whenever someone is being an ass while he's civilian and pretends he doesn't speak english#even though everyone knows he can and has seen proof of it#Also let Bruce get a british accent when he scolds someone thanks to being raised by Alfred#Do you see my vision#do you#batman au#or is it headcanon
289 notes
·
View notes
Text
Mamushi~ ☆
#artists on tumblr#megan thee stallion#mamushi#megan thee stallion mamushi#megan thee album#megan pete#digital fanart#my fanart#don't repost or edit btw#please and thank you#she looked so fuckin' hot in the mv so ofc I had to draw her again 😜#also the album itself was fire bruh!!#my top fav songs are: Accent--Mamushi--Where Them Girls At--B.A.S.--Miami Blue--Paper Together <3
77 notes
·
View notes
Text
alternate reality cowboy kon-el you are everything to me
#dc comics#dc#kon el#superboy#conner kent#kid kon-el..........#the written in accent#thank you comics#even in a different universe he cant shut up abt his ttk#superboy issue 64
144 notes
·
View notes
Text
yall holy shit he's finally real (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)
one step closer to writing fics about him agsnfgshnfs im Vibrating with excitement. give me his personality so i can write smut. immediately
#please hyv give him a southern accent PLEASE#ROBOT COWBOY SAVE ME#i need boothill and his lc. Desperately. IMMEDIATELY.#this means ill probably have to skip aventurine uegfhsgnfs oh well#but this timing is good actually because i just maxed out jy and i had no one to farm for because i already got everything for gallagher#except the abundance mats obv#amen hyv. thank you#boothill....... finally........#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr boothill#boothill#boothill x reader#୧ ‧₊˚cat isn't writing!
134 notes
·
View notes
Text
Somewhere in New England, United States. 🌊
#LISTEN#i have never been more proud#I am so in love with it#The outside is really cute too! But the color of the lighting didnt match the interior pictures so it got left out#In real life I love dark woods with lots of white fabrics and here and there some blue accents so that's what I did in this build#I am particularly proud of the gallery wall with the tv#since it's in brindleton bay I wanted it to have a coastal vibe and now I love it so much that I might start a new current household just#because of this house#it also has a small stable for the horses <3333#everytime I build I always finish when I'm about to starve so I'll be going to make lunch now <3 thank you for reading#ts4#ts4 simblr#the sims 4#sims 4#the sims 4 simblr#sims 4 screenshots#pixelglam#ts4 screenshots#ts4 interior#ts4 builds#ts4 build#bay*#my builds
476 notes
·
View notes
Text
what if i combined both of my main interests right now. what then
warning for a mile long rant of cookie flavor speculations in the tags
#i debated whether or not i should give enid her wolf ears since. you know.#ended up going with it because she is so fucking cute with them#confetti cake is so perfect for her too. obviously shes a cake werehound!#i was gonna do black spaghetti for wednesday but i think black dahlia was just too perfect. and i love the red accents.#i feel like a genius for both of their flavors. i am literally the best artist that ever lived#i'll probably draw more of the wednesday cast as cookies later.#bianca as a gem mermaid who can transform into a land cookie mayhaps? im thinking sapphire or zircon#eugene as honeycomb toffee.#tyler as a cake werehound as well? or maybe a cake wraith with a cookie form?#xavier as charcoal cookie maybe. since his drawings seem to be charcoal.#morticia as vanilla bean cookie? gomez as black tea cookie?#weems as petit four cookie duh#thornhill as sundew cookie#thanks for the 5 wednesday/cookie run fans listening out there.#ok im done.#pchii art#enid sinclair#wednesday#wednesday addams#wenclair#crk fanart#cookie run
54 notes
·
View notes
Note
I wanna eat ur artstyle tbh
Thank you!! 💜 💜 💜 😳 Genuinely a little odd to hear I 'have' an artstyle as so much of my job is based on fulfilling another artists/directors vision for a project and your work vanishing into a wider whole! but its really nice to hear there is something recognisable about my work :))
Here's Medic bringing you a beer - one for you, one for him!
#asks#tf2#tf2 medic#i guess im doing that 'i have an accent??' thing but with artstyle#thank you for the kind words!!!#ive only just figured out how to add emojis to posts...you have to copy and paste them right?? is there an easier way
698 notes
·
View notes
Note
I absolutely love your art! I was in awe when I first encountered your profile so I immediately had to follow.
Can I ask that you’d draw a Deathly Galeslash (a hybrid of a Deadly Nadder and Stormcutter). They’re one of the coolest dragons!
Waaa thank you so much!! <333
Here's your little guy! He is very happy to see you :)
Dragon #71 - Deathly Galeslash (Titan Uprising Hybrid)
#httyd#how to train your dragon#httyd fanart#httyd deathly galeslash#httyd hybrids#dragon 071#asks#dragon request#thank you for the request! <3#I know the game needs the dragons to be monochrome so they can get sorted into the color categories#bit a little bit of accent color never hurt anyone#... as far as I know
145 notes
·
View notes