#Devon Dialect

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Old Jönköping slang translated for non-Scandinavians (and other Swedes):

Gojja - beautiful woman

Smäck - hat

Smula - beanie

Gola - speaking loudly/yelling

Osj devon - oh damn

Tjabo - guy

Kaav me moos - Hotdog with mashed potatoes

Sulle - should

Bäss - beer

Gitta - leave

[colleybri]

Shitposting, Devon style.

[kiss-dumbbunnies]

they visited australia to pay nate a visit for his birthday :)

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nate, kess, and benjie have been good buddies since they were kids! nate had to move back to the ol' aussieland pretty early in their lives. they still usually kept in touch online, though!

apparently, nate and benjie had a bit of a falling out that kess was unaware of, and they hadn't spoken in quite some time. they seem to have reconciled, though...

they decided they'd all pitch in to pay for some tickets, and kick him out of his house for a few hours to prepare a super surprise party for his birthday!! :)

they had a lot of fun. he told them all about his wonderful [sic] adventures during his time in the outback. avery had no clue what he was saying half the time as she'd never once in her life encountered a man who could speak "english" without speaking english at all the whole time. she was awestruck. it was mesmerizing. devon didn't care because the girls were paying more attention to nate than himself. but he tried to be polite the whole time.

benjie and nate seem to be at least on good terms again. they had fun. avery had never seen so many different techniques for spider-killing and marsupial-clobbering. she vowed that the only time she would ever return to this country would be to study under his wing and/or marry him.

benjie and devon were sent to go get the tickets for the ride home while the girls stayed back and chilled with nate for a bit. it had only then dawned upon them that, caught up in their excitement of the idea of visiting a foreign land, they had completely forgotten that they had to pay for tickets to their destination AND the ride back. not only that, they had no local currency with them and no idea how to access their bank accounts without their cards. avery also probably forgot her passport somewhere in the bush. whoops! go figure!! haha!!! what will these crazy critters do to get themselves out of THIS sticky wicket??!!

[inuyashaluver]

Hi lovely I love ur stuff 🩷 I have a little request/idea - obviously feel free to ignore it

I was thinking R has a really thick accent (English - either Scouse (Liverpool), Geordie (Newcastle) or West Country (Devon/Somerset/Farmer) or Aussie or something really thick like hard to understand from native speakers let alone anyone else) but R plays in Barca and has a crush on a Spanish player (Maybe Patri? maybe Ona? Maybe Alexia?) and is tryna talk to them more and maybe ask them out but they just get looked at funny and they walk off and she goes to Kiera and Lucy and is like what have I done? Do they all hate me? And [Crush] overheads them and goes round to their house after training and is like I really wanna get to know u, I think you’re really pretty etc but I cannot understand a word that comes out of ur mouth to the point where I am questioning whether it’s English

qué? - alexia putellas

alexia putellas x reader

description: in which your accent proves to be difficult to understand

warnings: LONG!! swearing, misunderstandings, spanish in bold italics

a/n: i love this woman, your honour!! i was writing alexia angst but had to put out the fluff haha!! thank you so much for the love and request, lovely!! ily and enjoy ❤️

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you never thought your accent would get you into trouble but you were entirely wrong. and we’re not talking about trouble like criminal, we’re talking romantically.

—

you’re from liverpool, your thick, scouse accent distinct in your dialect. at home in england, the accent was understood most of the time, with an occasional person asking for clarification about your words but you didn’t mind.

even some of your england teammates had to ask you to repeat yourself occasionally when you got overly excited or stressed, your accent proving to be the hardest to understand at those moments.

you often needed a translator for even native english speakers if you spoke too quickly, lucy and later grace helping out when people were truly confused.

when lucy and keira moved from manchester city, you moved with them, having played in the club for 2 years and desperately wanting a change. and so, when the contract arrived from barcelona for the three of you, you accepted it without a second thought.

you had supported barcelona in liga F, having a huge appreciation for the way the spanish players moved, the quick passes and the goals that came out of nowhere. you were excited to pick up those skills to adapt to your own play.

and through your extensive research, you grew a special appreciation for alexia. in your eyes, alexia was the definition of perfect, not only her football skills, but her as a whole.

you would watch her interviews and videos for ‘research purposes’, claiming it was to practise your spanish. and it was, until you zoned out hearing the gentle hum of alexia’s voice, getting distracted entirely but you weren’t complaining.

when you got caught making heart eyes at your phone during england camp, the teasing was so relentless it wasn’t even funny.

—

“our little (y/n) has a crush on la reina! (the queen)” lucy exclaims in the change room, you immediately turn off your phone and look up at her with an icy glare, only making her smile at you affectionately with a pinch to your cheek that you were quick to swat away.

“you’re not much older than me” you glare, “5 years is 5 years” she shrugs, moving away when you launched an empty bottle at her.

“go on, tell us about your crush” leah smiles, millie and rachel pretend to kiss each other while looking at you and you heat up in the cheeks.

“i’m only watching so i can pick up spanish” you defend, lucy laughs loudly, out of the three transfers, she was definitely the one who picked up the most spanish.

“excuse me, lucia, and everyone in here,” you scoff, “is it such a crime to watch a video of my future captain?” your accent was so heavy at this point, everyone cracked a little smile at you.

“so you were watching videos of alexia then?” leah smirks, you let out a frustrated groan, “leah, shut up man” everyone laughs, the teasing continuing until keira and alessia told everyone to stop.

during the whole of camp, it wasn’t uncommon you got caught looking at photos or videos of alexia, the teasing was so bad you thought you would explode.

—

when the time finally came for you to join barcelona, you were incredibly nervous. the fear of underperforming playing on your mind, only becoming worse at the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of a certain blonde you couldn’t take your mind off.

lucy and keira assured you everything would be fine, but you weren’t convinced, unsure of how you’d react when you finally saw alexia.

when you all walked to the change rooms, it was shocking how welcoming everyone was. hugs and kisses to the cheeks had you feeling so accepted amongst your new team.

and funnily enough, the last person to greet you was alexia, sending you a charming smile that had your stomach erupting with butterflies.

“(y/n), yes? bienvenida! (welcome)” alexia grins, her arms pulling you into a warm hug, her scent enveloping you and making you borderline dizzy.

“(y/n) is a big fan of you” lucy teases as alexia lets you slip from the hug after you mumble a quick hello. alexia gives a surprised smile, looking between a cheeky looking lucy and a sheepish looking you.

“you’re very good, too, I look forward to playing with you,” alexia’s hand moved to give your bicep a gentle squeeze and you swore your heart stopped, your cheeks were tinged with pink and you could barely formulate a sentence.

“yeah, i’m excited to play with ya” you breathe out, you move to your new cubby and get changed into the barcelona kit, feeling at home already even though it was your first day.

due to you busying yourself with avoiding alexia, you missed the way her gaze lingered on you as you changed, she was intrigued by you.

what you didn’t know was alexia had done her own forms of research. she had heard your name countless times in the media, a rising star in the making.

she respected the way you played, a midfielder who wasn’t afraid to take risks but also managed to avoid fouls frequently.

she wanted to get to know you as much as you wanted to get to know her.

—

weeks and months fly by and it was easy to say you felt comfortable amongst the team. your spanish was surprisingly getting better, being able to go through training without a translator most of the time.

the girls reciprocated you well, you’d go to team bonding nights and laugh and joke around with them. it was obvious to everyone except alexia that you were harbouring a crush on the captain.

the ways your eyes would follow her every move with pink cheeks honestly exposed yourself. and what made it harder was that alexia and you were growing closer each day.

—

one day you were chatting with mapi and ingrid, more like you getting teased while you begged them to stop before you were interrupted by a certain someone.

“do you want to be my partner?” alexia questions from behind you suddenly, making you choke on your own spit as she looked at you with a kind smile. “really?” you breathe out, she nods, nodding her head to the pitch for you to follow her.

you’d both been able to converse easily as the months went by, she’d have to ask you to slow down a couple of times when you both talked about something you had in common but it worked.

as you both trained together, you chatted and laughed, talking about random topics.

when you both got to shooting practice, alexia analysed your every move. she would give little nods of approval when you touched the ball, sending you an encouraging smile if you made eye contact, your heart was fluttering around her.

“you should put more weight into your hips when you kick” alexia corrects, you look at her questioningly, she huffs out a little laugh and comes to stand behind you.

her large hands place themselves on your hips and she turns them slightly to the front. her front was pressed against your back and you certainly weren’t breathing. she noticed you tense but chose to ignore it.

“focus here before you kick so it’s stronger” alexia says next to your ear, squeezing your hips gently before letting go of you. “try again, vamos! (let’s go)” she exclaims, you do as she says with her corrections and it was a much better result.

she smiles proudly, “buena niña! (good girl)” she laughs, coming up to you to squeeze your shoulders encouragingly, your cheeks were burning.

the entire team watched the interaction with big grins, ready to tease you for how sheepish you looked.

“gracias (thank you), ale” you scratch the back of your neck with an embarrassed smile, she shakes her head, “it’s nothing, thank me with a goal next game” she jokes, pinching your cheek teasingly before walking off to get some water.

you’re left there in shock, lucy and keira approaching with cheesy grins. “you’re in love” lucy coos, poking your shoulder teasingly while you shielded yourself in a hug from keira.

“i’m so fucking stupid, why can’t i be normal” you groan, keira laughs, her hand rubbing up and down your back. “you’re just shy, which is weird to see because you’re the complete opposite” she laughs, you pull back to throw her a glare.

“it’s cute” lucy chuckles, “i can’t wait to tell everyone about the development” she grins, her and keira share a hearty laugh seeing your face go pale, while you attempted not to scream.

“don’t you fucking dare” you grit out, “i won’t” lucy winks, unfortunately she did and by the time training was over, your phone was blowing up with text messages talking about the interaction.

you looked at lucy with a stone cold glare while she blew you a kiss, alexia watched how angry you were, she could practically feel it radiating off you on the other side of the change room.

“estás bien? (are you okay)” alexia walks up to you, holding a cold drink out to you. you take it after a moment of hesitation, “uh, yeah, sí” you smile, “lucia is annoying you?” alexia grins, looking over at lucy to see her and keira whispering while looking at you. “yes, she’s very annoying” you grumble, your eyebrows furrowing.

alexia smiles fondly at you, her hand moving to your face, her thumb smoothing out the crease between your eyebrows. “wrinkles” she tutts, your breath caught in the back of your throat as you looked up at her.

“are you coming tonight?” she says like she didn’t just make you flatline. she’s talking about a team bonding session at her house. “yeah, i think so” you smile at her, “think or know?” she teases, was she flirting with you?

“know, i’ll be there” you mock, she nods with a pleased expression, “hasta luego, lindura (see you later, cutie)” she winks, moving to grab her bag from her cubby and leave, making sure to look back at you another time with a soft smile before walking out.

you get pulled out of your trance once you hear your phone blowing up again, checking it to see lucy had recorded you watching alexia leave. you throw your head back in frustration but chose to avoid letting the older girl feel your wrath, you were still on a buzz from the thought of alexia flirting with you.

—

when you arrived at alexia’s house, you brought her a bottle of wine with a sheepish grin. when she opened the door for you, she pulled you into the warmest hug, both of you fitting together like a puzzle.

“finalmente! (finally) i was waiting for you!” she grins as she pulls away, taking the wine out of your hands and grabbing one of yours to drag you into the living room where everyone was.

her hand was so warm against yours, soft against your skin and you really didn’t want her to let go. “you look beautiful” alexia smiles before she ushers you to sit down, you barely had the time to tell her how breathtaking she looked, dressed casually but still looking like she could be on the front of a magazine.

you sit next to mapi and she immediately bombards you with questions, “have you kissed yet?” she questions, you slap her knee, “ingrid, your girlfriend is a bully” you huff, ingrid laughs, nodding along with you with an apologetic smile.

everyone was watching a movie while eating, alexia sitting beside you, the two of you would chat back and forth with small giggles and smiles shared between you.

by the time the night was ending, alexia’s arm was resting behind you on the couch, basically over your shoulder while you were in your own little bubble.

when you left that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about all the interactions you had with the catalan, you needed to do something about it. fast.

—

on a match day for barcelona, you decided it was time for you to tell her about your feelings. it was clear you were flirting with each other. confirmed during the game.

in the second half, you managed to get a goal, using the technique alexia had taught you a couple of days prior.

she was the first one to you after, the loud roar of the crowd drowned out when you felt alexia’s strong arms wrapping around your waist.

you both smiled so brightly as she congratulated you, placing you on the ground, giving you an affectionate kiss on the forehead and squeezing your shoulders. this told you everything. it wasn’t just her being friendly, it was alexia making a move.

at the end of the match, the two of you lingered in the middle of the pitch, you were fidgeting so much alexia was worried.

“(y/n)?” she dips her head to make eye contact with you, “estás bien? (are you okay)” you nod, opening your mouth to speak but nothing came out. “take a deep breath” she smiles, a hand on your shoulder offering you comfort but also stressing you out.

“ale” you start, she nods with an encouraging smile, “i really fancy ya, ale, i’ve been wantin’ to tell ya for a while” you blurt out, alexia’s eyebrows furrow, she looks a little confused.

the silence was loud, why hasn’t she said anything back. if this was her rejection, it hurt more than anything she could have verbalised.

“you know what, forget i said anythin’” you run off before she could say anything. “qué? (what)” she was about to ask you to repeat yourself, one - because you were speaking too fast, two - she didn’t know what fancy meant.

you heard her call out for you but you ran into the change room, knowing keira and lucy were in there. “keira!” you yell, “fucking check my pulse!” you shove your arm in her face and she looks at you in shock. only a couple of people were inside, and the ones that were were shocked at how you tumbled into the room.

“jesus, your heart is going so fast” keira says as she presses her fingers to the inside of your wrist. “fuck, why couldn’t you tell me i’m dead and this is a nightmare” you groan, your hands running over your face frustratingly.

“what’s wrong with you?” lucy says as she walks out of the shower to see you in absolute shambles. “everything!” you explain each and every detail and they look at you sympathetically, understanding now why you were so upset.

what you didn’t know was alexia was outside, ear pressed to the door as she heard you explain that you were trying to confess. she feels her stomach tighten, cursing herself for not understanding what you were saying.

“whatever, i’m going home, don’t follow me” you grit, tears pooling at your waterline as you rush out. alexia had moved out of eyeline when she heard you, quickly going into the change room and drilling lucy and keira for your address that they happily gave her with sly grins. happy to know it was all a misunderstanding.

—

that afternoon, you hastily wiped your tears away thinking about alexia. you had misunderstood her intentions clearly, you were disappointed with yourself.

you heard the banging from the front door and groaned, knowing your fellow england teammates were probably on the other side with ice cream and apologetic smiles.

“i told you both not to follow me-” you huff, the door opening to see alexia standing there, a bouquet of bright flowers in hand. “hola (hello)” she smiles, “what are you doing here?” you ask softly, “can i come in?” you nod, moving back a little so she could step inside. she hands you the flowers and you take them with a confused expression.

what type of rejection was this?

“i heard you speaking to lucy and keira before” she starts nervously, both of you walking to the kitchen so you could put the flowers in water, they were beautiful.

“it’s fine if you don’t feel the same” you shrink into yourself, brushing the petals of one of the flowers between your fingers.

“hermosa (beautiful)” she calls out, moving around your counter to stand directly in front of you. “me gustas mucho, y quiero estar contigo (i like you a lot, i want to be with you)” she says earnestly, speaking in her mother tongue and hoping you understood because she was speaking from the heart.

you freeze, each and every word quickly translated in your head. “amor (love), you’re very beautiful and nice but you speak very fast, i did not understand a word you said before” she laughs, you can’t help but laugh too, shaking your head at how fast you fled the situation.

“i’m sorry, ale” you grin, “don’t be” she dismisses, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, relishing in the blush she just produced on your cheeks.

“me gustas mucho (i like you a lot), alexia” you smile, she gives you a dazzling expression, appreciating how you spoke her mother tongue to her so she really understood this time. “muy bien, preciosa! (very good, precious)” she coos affectionately, her hand cradling your cheek as she directed your eyes to hers.

“we will teach each other, sí?” she grins cheekily, you hum along with her words, “sí”.

she pulls you closer to place a sweet kiss on your lips, your stomach lurching at how soft they were against yours.

you both smile into it as she drew you closer, your arms wrapping around her neck while her free hand came to rest on the small of your back to press you against her.

she pulls away, not without pressing a few more kisses to your lips through the giggles and the small chatter between the two of you.

—

when you both came to training the next day hand in hand, sighs of relief were heard from everyone. lucy whipped out her phone as quickly as she could and sent pictures to the england group chat, your phone blowing up more than ever.

now that the team saw you interact, the teasing somehow got worse every time alexia would kiss you, or even hold your hand.

the pining drove everyone insane but the loved up versions of the two of you were insufferable. you were attached at the hip, just how you and alexia wanted.

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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you xx

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[literaryvein-reblogs]

Sorry if I asked I already asked but do you have anything on writing ‘pirate talk’?

Writing Notes: Pirate Talk

Our much-loved “pirate-ese” language bears little relation to the actual speech of 17th and 18th-century buccaneers.

In fact, evidence suggests that our modern impression of pirate speech is all down to Disney. Here’s why:

Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson’s adventure novel Treasure Island was published in 1883.

In 1950, the popular tale was adapted for Hollywood in what was Walt Disney’s first movie made with live actors only.

The movie starred Robert Newton as the fictional pirate Long John Silver.

Born in Dorset and educated in Cornwall, Newton based his pirate talk on his own native British West Country dialect.

His accent might not have been far off—the south west of England has long been associated with pirates because of its strong maritime heritage; notorious pirate Blackbeard was even said to have come from Bristol, in the heart of that area.

Newton’s iconic role as Long John Silver was so influential that a variation of his West Country English became the standard for portrayals of pirates on stage and in the cinema.

As historian Colin Woodard told the National Geographic in 2011, “Newton’s performance—full of ‘arrs,’ ‘shiver me timbers,’ and references to landlubbers—not only stole the show, it permanently shaped pop culture’s vision of how pirates looked, acted, and spoke.”

Pirates have been around for a very long time and come from many places across the globe. Julius Caesar fought them, and to this day, pirates are still taking ships off the coast of Somalia. Logic dictates that all these pirates would speak in many different ways.

In Hollywood, there exists only one way pirates talk:

With an exaggerated English West Country accent and a lisp.

"Piratespeak" is somewhat of an exaggerated parody of some English rural accents of the 16th century.

A "snapshot" of a moment in the language during the "Great Vowel Shift".

There are some who've argued the associating of rural English accents with seafaring folk be on account of Lord Nelson, whose contemporaries noted his heavy Norfolk accent.

But the standard "Poirate accent" sounds more like it be from the The West Country (Devon, Somerset, Dorset, Cornwall, Gloucestershire and Bristol), perhaps because of memories of famed Devon sailors like Sir Francis Drake and Sir Walter Raleigh. Treasure Island, which does indeed begin in that part of Englandnote , did popularise it.

It also has noticeable overlap with the distinctive "Ocracoke accent" spoken by some longtime residents of the Outer Banks of North Carolina, which were similarly frequented by sailors in the 18th century; it may or may not be a coincidence that Ocracoke Island was the site of Blackbeard's last stand against the British Navy.

Some Pirate & Seafaring Terminology

Ahoy! - Used from the 18th century to attract attention, for example, the sighting of a ship, but later to simply mean "hello there".

Avast! - In use from the 17th century, it was a command to stop a particular action like pulling on rigging to hoist a sail.

Bear Up - To keep the ship’s bow away from the wind. An expression that was then used to mean "remain cheerful".

Blackjacks - (also called bombards) Large drinking cups, originally made out of leather and stiffened with tar.

Crack On - To make good speed. The term derives from the cracking noise made by ropes and sails made taut by a strong wind.

Davy Jones’s Locker - A term for the “ocean’s bottom,” especially when regarded as the grave for all who perish at sea.

Down the Hatch - To put cargo through the hatch and into the hold. The expression was used as a toast when drinking alcohol.

Dredgie - In popular pirate tales, dredgies are the ghosts of traitor pirates who’ve met a nasty end at the hands of another pirate.

From the Seas - This was a typical pirate’s answer to the question "where are you from?" and was given to conceal their identity. It might also be given by pirate ships when entering a port for the same reason. In use from the 17th century.

Goose Without Gravy - A slang term to refer to a badly injured man who showed no sign of bleeding.

Grog - Often depicted as a potent potable popularly partaken by plunderers on the high seas. Grog may refer to any alcoholic liquor, but is often reserved for booze—usually rum—cut with water. The term came about thanks to English admiral Edward Vernon, who reputedly earned the nickname “Old Grog” because he often wore a cloak made from grogram (a coarse, loosely woven fabric made of silk or silk blended with mohair or wool). In Old Grog’s day, sailors in the Royal Navy were customarily given a daily ration of rum, but in 1740 the admiral, concerned about the health of his men, ordered that the rum should be diluted with water. The decision wasn’t very popular with the sailors, who supposedly dubbed the mixture “grog” after Vernon.

Hempen Jig - Hempen refers to something made from hemp, a plant with tough fibers excellent for making rope. In popular accounts of pirates, hempen halter is a hangman’s noose, and to dance the hempen jig means “to die by hanging.”

Hornswoggle - To swindle, cheat, hoodwink, or hoax.

Land Ho! - The cry uttered by a lookout on the first sight of land.

Salmagundi - A fancy meal of salmagundi might be served when celebrating a successful plunder: chopped meats (whatever was handy), anchovies, onions, oil—and cackle fruit (“chicken eggs” in pirate-speak). It’s a great word for “any mixture or miscellany.”

Scallywag - (or scalawag) An insult for any pirate deemed a “rascal.” Son of a biscuit-eater is “a son of solider or sailor,” with that biscuit-eater sounding an awful lot like it’s replacing a coarser word.

Shiver Me Timbers - Unlikely to have ever been uttered by an actual pirate. Instead, it is thought to have arisen from comedic literature as sailor-speak akin to “blow me down” or “by golly” or somesuch. In the 19th-century children’s novel Outward Bound, a character named Wilton is even humiliated (in brisk fashion) for attempting the phrase.

Talk Bilge - Meaning to talk nonsense. It derives from the filthy bilge water in the lower parts of a ship.

Where away? - A question meaning "in which direction?" and usually uttered in response to a lookout sighting land or another ship.

Yo-Ho-Ho - A fictional pirate expression with no particular meaning that first appears in Robert Louis Stevenson’s 1883 novel Treasure Island. It may derive from the phrase "Yeo heave ho" which mariners chanted while pulling on rigging.

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Writing Notes: Pirates

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You can find more terms and information in the sources. Hope this helps with your writing!

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi, I really love your posts, they are so well-structured and researched and I agree with a lot of your takes. I was wondering firstly if you had any headcanons about people’s accents outside of standard RP english (which there was an over-representation of in the movies)? i found a really good post on this by @lotstradamus. I also wondered if there are any characters you headcanon as PoC that are not explicitly stated like Blaise, Angelina, Kingsley, Dean, the Patil twins and Cho? Also, what are your favourite fic recs for HP (Tomarry, Gen or Harry/Others)? I am trying to expand my fic list. Thanks :)

Hi, 👋

Thank you so much!

Okay, so I found @lotstradamus's post you mentioned here and she explains UK and Ireland accents way better than I, a non-brit whose only time standing on British soil was in the London airport for a connection flight, ever could. Additionally, I'm shit at recognizing accents from hearing even when these are accents I know well. That being said, I have been thinking a lot about where in the UK & Ireland characters came from so I will use that (& the power of Google) to infer about the accents, since they tend to be regional.

I would love to hear about my attempt from any actual Brits who can help me with this. (Also, I'm not going to be mentioning the movie accents, as yes, there definitely aren't enough accents there, but also, I don't really know how to tell the difference between many British accents from hearing alone, so...) I also tried to add video/recording examples for how the accents would sound like for all the non-brits like me for whom the accent name would say literally nothing. Without further ado:

HP characters accents

Let's start with the characters we know for sure where they are from:

We know Harry is from Surry, so his accent should be southern but from an upper-middle-class area near London, so he should be close-ish to RP. (Tom Felton was born in 1980 in Surrey, so he's probably close to Harry's accent)

Sirius grew up in Grimmauld Place in London so as rebellious as he wants to be he still sounds like a posh-as-hell Londoner. (Example)

The Weasleys, Luna Lovegood, and Cedric Diggory all grew up in Ottery St Catchpole which is in Devon, so they all have a West Country accent.

(the children at least, the parents might have different accents. Like, Molly I think sounds a bit posher since the Prewetts seem at least upper-middle-class).

Albus Dumbledore was born in Mould-on-the-Wold before his family moved to Godric's Hallow after his father's arrest. As Mould-on-the-Wold might be based on Stow-on-the-Wold, I'd take it that it's located around the same area in Gloucestershire. As such his accent would probably be a West country accent for the most part.

Abeforth's accent is similarly West Country, except add some random bits of highland slang he might've picked up from all his years at Hogsmeade and without any smoothening over.

Google has informed me Hagrid's dialect written in the books is a West Country dialect, which is the same as the Weasleys, Diggorys, Lovegoods, and Dumbledores (there are a lot of wizards in West Country)

(West Country Example 1, West Country Example 2, West Country Example 3) - think movie Hagrid for all of them.

James Potter and the entire Potter family (and the Abbotts as well, actually, so Hannah too) are from Godric's Hallow which is somewhere in the West Country, but, James is also from a rich family, so he likely sounds closer to RP than the Weasleys. So his accent should be a general southern posh that isn't quite perfect RP but closer to it than to West Country accent. (Example)

Tom Riddle is one I have a specific headcanon about. Like, he grew up in an underfunded orphanage that was most likely in East End London — young Tommy had a Cockney accent and he spent his first month at Hogwarts learning to mimic all the posh purebloods around him. So Tom probably sounds like the perfect dictionary version of RP as he is actively hiding his accent. (Cockney example, another one, RP example)

Snape, probably does something similar. He grew up in slums in Cokeworth which is somewhere in the Midlands, so I think he is actively hiding his accent too so he could fit in with his posh pureblood peers in Slytherin better.

Lily probably has a similar accent to Snape, just, probably like a softer version of it, idk, that's what I'm thinking.

Now the midlands is an area that encompasses a lot of different accents, so I wanted to narrow it down a bit more. I found this post by @potions-and-potters that placed Cokeworth in the black country, and it sounds right considering the industrial vibe of the town and the descriptions we get. So, Lily and Snape had variations of the black country accent. The Snape we meet in the book speaks the same dictionary RP as Voldemort, probably (Example 1, Example 2 of Lily's and Snape's accents)

Draco and the Malfoy family are from Wiltshire which is also in the West Country, but because you know the Malfoys sound posh, it would be closer to RP (not too different from James' accent probably), but with a bit of a drawl since in the books they are described often as "drawling".

McGonagall is the most Scottish character there is so she has to have a Scottish accent. On Pottermore it's written she grew up in the Highlands of Scotland:

She grew up in the Highlands of Scotland

(from Pottermore)

So she has a Highlands accent (Example 1, Example 2). I find this sort of Scottish accent fits McGonagall quite well since it's very clear and deliberate.

Seamus Finnigan has to be Irish, as he is mentioned to be a fan of the Quidditch Team Kenmare Kestrels, he likely is from the area, which is around south Ireland. (Example)

Stan Shunpike is written as speaking in a Cockney dialect according to Google.

Dean Thomas is a fan of the West Ham United Football Club which is located in London, so Dean is likely from London and has a London accent. (Went for a South London accent).

We know Justing Flich-Fletchy had his name down for Eton, as @lotstradamus mentioned, so he's also a super posh RP-ish speaker. (More examples)

Tonks uses "wotcher" a lot which is common in North London dialects, so I'm going to go with a North London accent for her. (Example)

Now, for characters I don't know where they are from it's much harder to guess accents because I'm not British and can't get accent "vibes", unfortunately, so I'm only going based on locations and gut feelings.

I can say Hermione always sounds very RP and kinda posh in my head, I imagine books Hermione sounding pretty much like Emma Watson. As we know she comes from a well-to-do middle-class family, it even makes some sense. (Example)

(I also think it's funny to have Harry and Hermione both sounding all RP and Ron speaking more similar to movie Hagrid)

I kinda want to give Remus an accent that isn't RP, just because I feel like it and there are so many posh speakers on this list already and his mom is said to be Welsh:

On an investigative trip into a dense Welsh forest in which a particularly vicious Boggart was supposed to be lurking, Lyall ran across his future wife. Hope Howell, a beautiful Muggle girl who worked in an insurance office in Cardiff

(from Pottermore)

I decided I wanted Remus to be Welsh, so I gave him a South Welsh accent in my head. (Example)

Since there's no one on this list from the north, I'd like Neville to keep Matthew Lewis' Yorkshire accent. (Example)

Trelawney is a cornish name and JKR chose it on purpose:

I love Cornish surnames, and had never used one until the third book in the series, so that is how Professor Trelawney got her family name.

(from Pottermore)

So, I'll take it to mean Trelawney is from Cornwell and has a Cornish accent. (Examples)

I have no clue about Peter.

If any Brits are reading this, how did I do?

As for your other questions: not really.

I mean, Harry is pretty detailed with character descriptions (especially for the main ones, including himself and Hermione who are often headcanoned as having darker skin but are described as white in the books on multiple occasions) so I never really felt there was headcanon space there for the characters I cared for. Personally, I try to keep my headcanons as canon compliant as I can so if someone has a description, I won't come up with a different one.

As for fics, I don't really do fic recs, so I'm sorry I can't help you with that.

[fancyhalloran]

i keep seeing “devon is secretly lumon” theories and i think i need to talk about why it rankles for me. the thing about these theories is that they require giving her a personality and set of values utterly unlike what she is depicted having. devon is depicted loving her brother deeply, caring for him even when he is mean or unpleasant, listening to his innie when he doesn’t want to, reacting with panic and anger when she sees him injured. she is also depicted showing discomfort around lumon and its practices regardless of whether mark is present or not. she hides information from mr milchick and responds with disgust and anger when her husband reveals that he’s working with lumon to edit his book for the innies. for her to be working for lumon would go against her entire characterization thus far.

furthermore, it goes against the mechanics of the story. in severance, the world is mysterious, the reasons why things are happening is opaque, the motives of the antagonists are unclear; however, characterization remains consistent. past behavior, combined with present challenges, indicates future behavior. milchick’s insult to mr drummond is preceded by his slow disillusionment over the course of the season; cobel’s behavior as an ally follows from her behavior as an antagonist; ricken’s cooperation with lumon is foreshadowed by broader themes about capitalist recuperation of radical ideas, and is achieved by taking advantage of ricken’s existing desires. when characters change their behavior in severance, it is either through a dialectical process (internal or external contradictions leading to change) or through the severance procedure itself.

the obvious argument against this is that helly was actually helena at the beginning of the season and burt’s outie was actually a lumon goon, but in both of these cases there were inconsistencies (“helly”s behavior, burt’s statement about how old severance is) beforehand and the reveals matched what was already established about the characters (helena’s dehumanizing attitude toward innies and her cruelty, burt’s shadowy behavior as he watched irving).

[lorata]

This is so random, but what are some of your victors’ handwriting like? And how does their use of language differ from one another (regarding accents, vocabulary, cursing etc.)?

you know what, i've never considered their handwriting before

honestly they're probably pretty terrible! they're an uneducated bunch, most of them checked out around age 10-11, and everyone left school at 13. some finished their education post-victory (like odin or adessa) but most ....... did not*. a lot of them have undiagnosed learning disabilities as well (emory, brutus, claudius, likely others) and others have adhd (misha, devon at LEAST)

(*technically they have a super lopsided education because if you're a mentor you have to take stats, but you don't need like ....... the other mandatory high school classes, so they have these random analytics courses but have never written an essay longer than a hamburger)

odin and callista canonically have good penmanship. hera probably does also. adessa you'd THINK because she's so educated but no, she writes like a doctor's prescription pad, and only beetee can understand anything. emory has large, careful, childlike handwriting because she was illiterate and learned to write post-arena

the language question is REALLY hard to answer in an ask, lol. like, if you read a scene with a bunch of dialogue you'll see how the various characters speak, or even POVs will have their narrative voice, but trying to break it down outside of actual fiction is like ........... idk man

nero, brutus, emory and devon all have rural accents; the centre trains it out of them but they come back to it once they win, though devon is such a sponge that he keeps district standard more until he visits home and then suddenly oh there it is. lyme grew up with one but trained out of it herself, HARD. misha was a townie, ditto petra, enobaria and adessa. odin, hera, and calli all have the upper class accent. claudius would have if his mom hadn't kicked him out at seven - which hilariously means he sounds more like that in the no-Residential 14yo victor AU

vocabulary is more about persona. people expect adessa and odin to use larger words and so they do; brutus and nero, meanwhile, aren't, and so they don't, and this is mostly fine. but every so often brutus will drop a $5 word or adessa a real ugly swear just to remind you that what you're seeing isn't everything

(they can all perform district and panem standard as part of their official persona and mimic capitol dialect, though the latter is mostly for fun/mockery/sarcasm/making a point)

[lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers]

So, why do people care so much about Cornish identity? Cornwall’s just a part of England right? Another county with some distinct foods and a funny accent, and they moan about the tourists- when they should be grateful for the money.

Except it’s not.

Whilst the rest of England was forming with a character influenced by Germanic and Norse cultures, Cornwall was holding itself separate as an independent Celtic kingdom, with strong links with Wales, Ireland and Brittany- as well as trading with the wider Mediterranean. For a long time, this kingdom included parts of Devon, but eventually the Celtic people were forced back past the Tamar, and at some point started referring to the land as Kernow, rather than Dumnonia (probably).

Even after the Norman conquest, in part because Cornwall came under the control of the Duke of Brittany, Cornwall retained elements of its unique culture, and certainly its language. There are existing works of literature written in the Cornish language (also called Kernewek) during the medieval period. Due to the active tin mining industry and the Stannary courts, they even had a separate legal system.

All of this continued until the start of the Tudor period, when Henry VII, desperate for money for his wars with Scotland, suspended the operation of the Cornish Stannaries, and imposed greater taxes. This ultimately led to the Cornish Rebellion of 1497. An army of as many as 15000 rebels marched towards Somerset, and ultimately to London, where the rebels met with Henry VII’s armies. Unfortunately, the Cornish lost the ensuing battle, and the rebel leaders were captured, killed and quartered, with their quarters being displayed in Cornwall and Devon. From 1497 to 1508, Cornwall was punished with monetary penalties, impoverishing the people, and land was given to the king’s (English) allies.

However, this wasn’t the death of Cornish culture or dreams of independence from England. Until 1548, Glasney college was still producing literature in Cornish- when it was destroyed in the dissolution of the monasteries, during the English reformation. The following year, 1549, the Cornish rose again- this time to demand a prayer book in their own language, which was still the first (and often only) language of most people in the region. The rebellion was also about the ordinary people vs the landowners, as shown by their slogan “kill all the gentlemen”.

Unfortunately, this rebellion failed too, and this time, it wasn’t just the leaders who were killed, but up to 5,500 Cornishmen- which would have been a significant proportion of the adult male population at the time. These factors combined are widely thought to have contributed to the decline of the Cornish language- although it was still widely in use centuries later.

Despite the failings of these rebellions, the Cornish retained a distinct language and their own culture, folklore and festivals. Mining, farming and fishing meant that the region itself wasn’t economically impoverished, as it was today. Even towards the end of the 1700s, there were still people who spoke Cornish fluently as a first language (including Dolly Pentreath, who definitely wasn’t the last Cornish speaker).

However, over time, the tin mines became less profitable, and Cornwall’s economy started to suffer. Especially in the latter part of the 19th century, many Cornish began to emigrate, especially to places like Australia, New Zealand (or Aotearoa), Canada and South America. Cornish miners were skilled, and were able to send pay back home, and along with the Welsh, influenced culture and sport in many of these places. Many mining terms also have their roots in Cornish language and dialect.

Throughout the 20th Century, Cornwall went through an economic decline- to the point where, when the UK was an EU member, Cornwall was receiving funding intended for only the most deprived regions in Europe. It was one of very few places in the UK to receive this funding- due to the levels of poverty and lack of infrastructure.

Part of the decline was also linked to the decline of historic fish stocks, such as mackerel. In the 70s and 80s, there was a mackerel boom- and large fishing trawlers came from as far away as Scandinavia (as well as Scotland and the north of England) to fish in Cornish waters. The traditional way of fishing in Cornwall used small boats and line fishing. The local fishermen couldn’t compete, and ultimately stocks were decimated by the trawlers. Many more families had to give up their traditional way of life. One could draw parallels here with worldwide indigenous struggles over fishing rights.

Despite this, Cornish communities retained their traditional folklore and festivals, many of which are still celebrated to this day. And throughout the 20th Century, efforts were made to preserve the Cornish language. Although there may not be any first language Cornish speakers left, it is now believed that community knowledge of the language was never truly lost.

Cornwall has since become a popular tourist destination. This brings its own problems- many people want to stay in self-catering accommodation and, more recently, air bnbs. This, alongside second homes, has gutted many Cornish communities. The gap between house prices and average wages is one of the largest in the country. Land has become extremely expensive, which hurts already struggling farmers. Roads can’t cope with the level of traffic. The one (1) major hospital can’t cope with the population in the summer. All of last winter, most Cornish households faced a “hosepipe ban” due to lack of water- yet in the summer, campsites and hotels can fill their swimming pools and hot tubs for the benefit of tourists.

Does this benefit Cornwall? Only about 13% of Cornwall’s GDP comes from tourism. The jobs associated with tourism are often poorly paid and may only offer employment for part of the year. People who stay in Air BnBs may not spend that much money in the community, and the money they pay for accommodation often goes to landlords who live upcountry and aren’t Cornish. Many major hotels and caravan sites are also owned by companies that aren’t Cornish, taking money out of the local economy.

Match this with a housing crisis where it’s increasingly difficult to rent properties long term, and buying a flat or house in Cornwall is out of reach of someone on the average salary and it’s easy to see why people are having to leave communities where their family lived for generations. This damages the local culture, and means centuries-old traditions can come under threat.

All of this feeds into the current situation; it feels like middle class families from London see Cornwall as their playground, and moan about tractors on the road, or the lack of services when they visit. People talk about theme park Cornwall- a place that’s built for entertainment of outsiders, not functionality for those who live here. More widely, a lot of people around the UK have never heard of the Cornish language, or view it as something that’s “extinct” or not worth preserving.

The Cornish are one of Britain’s indigenous cultures, alongside Welsh, Gaelic, Scots, Manx and others. And it’s a culture that’s increasingly under threat economically and culturally. We’ve been clinging on to our homes for a long time, and even now it still feels like we might be forced from them (indeed some of us are). So yes, Cornish people can seem excessively defensive about our identity and our culture- but there’s good reason for it!

[apilgrimpassingby]

Creepy Dartmoor Folklore

Made for @arcenciel-par-une-larme and @merthwyn, who are both interested in creepy Devon folklore. So:

In the 16th century, Sir John Fitz was travelling to Tavistock when he became lost in the mist due to pixie-leading. He drank from a holy well, dissipating their tricks, and set up a granite cross next to it that still stands so that travellers would know what to do if they were pixie-lead. Pixies are pretty common on the moor, and favourite haunts of theirs are Gidleigh Common, Sheepstor, Huccaby Mor and Huccaby Cleave, and their mischief also includes replacing children with changelings. Even their good deeds are dangerous to accept; a maid from Tavistock who left out water for the pixies got seven years of lameness in one of her legs as a result of refusing to get up to give them water one morning.

Sir John Fitz's, Lady Mary Howard, is said to have murdered her four husbands (in reality, she was just exceptionally unlucky), and hence haunts the moor, riding in a black coach with the skulls of her husbands on its corners and a one-eyed black greyhound running ahead of it. She will be free of her torment when a certain hill on Okehampton is bare of grass, but since she's currently plucking one blade a night, that won't be any time soon. Her now-demolished home, Fitzford House, was haunted by spectral lights and two huge black dogs with tongues of fire who appeared at night.

The River Dart itself, and the River Tavy, are both evil spirits that demand human sacrifice; for the former, it's stated in the rhyme "River Dart, River Dart, every year thou claimest a heart".

Wistman's Wood is an oak forest home to the Yeth Hounds ("yeth" is dialect for "heath"), also known as the Wish Hounds (from "ill-wisht", which is dialect for "cursed). They are a pack of fire-breathing black dogs who hunt the souls of the unbaptised (in some versions, they are the souls of unbaptised children), accompanied by sounds of horn-blowing, whip-cracking, howling and baying, who vanish into the earth at the sound of the horn blown by their leader, a dark giant carrying a vaulting pole and the horn. The only way to escape from them is to recite the Lord's Prayer.

The Lych Way is a path which mourners used to take the dead to the parish church at Lydford; due to the length of the journey, there was a stop in the form of a granite slab called the Coffin Stone. The story behind it is that an unpleasant man was being taken to be buried, when just over the stone a lightning bolt from God (to prevent the man resting in consecrated ground) struck the coffin, burning it up with the body inside.

The ghost of Sir Francis Drake rides over the moors in a black hearse pulled by four headless horses and accompanied by demons and headless hounds (these are the Yeth Hounds in some telling), as punishment for making a deal with the Devil (to build Buckland Abbey in three days or to defend England, depending on who you ask).

In 1879, a farmer with sick cows responded by taking a sheep up a hill and burning it as a sacrifice to the pixies - the cows were healed. Don't think the clergy were any more orthodox; the West Country was infamous for sorcerer-clergy, and well into the 19th century it was common for parsons to cast horoscopes for their flocks.

The moor has its own version of the Beast of Bodmin Moor - unsurprisingly, it's called the Beast of Dartmoor.

Cranmere Pool, which is now drained, was used as a prison for evil spirits; a notable inmate was Bengie Geare, a wicked Okehampton mayor who returned as a black pony that took twenty-three parsons to exorcise.

In 1682, the ghost of a man and his wife appeared to their son's servant in the form of a black dog; the apparition is known as the Demon of Spreyton.

[delightingintragedy]

On the word "Wisht"

"This is a word to be encountered in the dialect of Devon, Cornwall and Somerset, describing the presence of supernatural influences, or all that is 'weird' or 'uncanny'. Here, pale, weak or sickly people might be described as looking 'wisht'; as though they had been ill-wished. Times that are seen to be 'wisht', including dusk, dawn, midnight, May's Eve and Midsummer's Eve, for they are 'uncanny' times during which all acts of magic, divination or charming might be undertaken with greater potency or success."

-Wisht Waters by Gemma Gary, pg 11

[daisyishedwig]

Oh boy, it's Wednesday and as we move approach the finalization of themes for Seblaine week, I pulled out a WIP from last year that I'm hoping to actually finish (or make decent progress on) in time to start posting in August. So enjoy, some of the Mrs. Winterbourne AU.

“Oh, I don’t speak Tagalog,” Blaine said. Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “Weren’t you raised in Manilla?” Blaine’s mouth parted for a moment before he was able to speak. “They mostly speak English there nowadays.” “And you never wanted to learn?” Sebastian pressed. Blaine swallowed harshly, the questions feeling pointed and mean, and Sebastian didn’t even know the insecurity he’d zeroed in on and was needling at. “Of course I did, it just wasn’t ever an option.” “Barry was fluent,” Sebastian said, “why didn’t he offer?” “I mean, he did,” Blaine floundered, “we just never had the time.” “Didn’t you meet two years ago?” Blaine reached instinctively over to Cookie in his bassinet beside him. His body was preparing to grab him and bolt the second Sebastian finally said what he was getting at. You’re not Devon, you’re not my brother’s husband, you don’t belong here.  “Two very busy years, I’m sure,” Grace interjected, shooting Sebastian a glare. “Of course,” Sebastian said, eyes still trained suspiciously on Blaine.  Why didn’t he just spit it out? He didn’t seem like the type to be nervous about being wrong, he could start slinging all the accusations he wanted until one stuck, but he was waiting for Blaine to give in, admit that he didn’t deserve to be here. Blaine had spent his entire life being told that. The bastard Anderson child, he didn’t belong in the high society spaces his father and Cooper occupied, no matter how much he wanted to. He’d had to carve out his own space his whole life, and fuck him if Sebastian Smythe would make him forget that.  Blaine squared his shoulders. “What about you, Sebastian? Do you speak any languages other than privileged asshole?” Blaine knew this game, he knew how to play it, was a master at it. He’d sent boys with families richer than Sebastian's fleeing off to their rooms licking the verbal wounds Blaine had inflicted. Blaine heard Paco snort from his place by the door and a glance to the side showed the Father was hiding a smile behind his hand. Sebastian didn’t flinch, simply raised an amused eyebrow. “I do, actually. French, Italian, Spanish, even Tagalog. Though privileged asshole is a dialect I’m fluent in in almost every language.” Blaine grit his teeth, hearing that even Sebastian could speak his language when Blaine couldn’t sparked shame hot in his stomach. “Wonderful,” he said icily, “maybe you can teach me sometime then.” Angry tears pricked at his eyes, anger at that smug bastard for thinking himself better than Blaine for speaking a language his own mother had been shamed for speaking. “I think I’m still tired from the accident,” he said, pushing away from the table and leaning down to pick Cookie up from his bassinet. “Thank you for dinner, Grace, it was lovely.” He sniffed slightly, and left.

And I know it's super late but I'll still tag @kurtsascot, @calsvoid, @lusthurts, @backslashdelta, @cryscendo,

@fallevs, @bitbybitwrite, @annepi-blog, and @sperrywink

[officiallordvetinari]

Here are 10 (more) featured Wikipedia articles. Links and summaries are below the cut.

Black American Sign Language (BASL) or Black Sign Variation (BSV) is a dialect of American Sign Language (ASL) used most commonly by deaf African Americans in the United States. The divergence from ASL was influenced largely by the segregation of schools in the American South.

Cai Lun (Chinese: 蔡伦; courtesy name: Jingzhong (敬仲); c. 50–62 – 121 CE), formerly romanized as Ts'ai Lun, was a Chinese eunuch court official of the Eastern Han dynasty. He is traditionally regarded as the inventor of paper and the modern papermaking process.

The Cock Lane ghost was a purported haunting that attracted mass public attention in 1762. The location was a lodging in Cock Lane, a short road adjacent to London's Smithfield market and a few minutes' walk from St Paul's Cathedral.

The indigenous people of the Everglades region arrived in the Florida peninsula of what is now the United States approximately 14,000 to 15,000 years ago, probably following large game. The Paleo-Indians found an arid landscape that supported plants and animals adapted to prairie and xeric scrub conditions. Large animals became extinct in Florida around 11,000 years ago. Climate changes 6,500 years ago brought a wetter landscape.

James William Humphreys (7 January 1930 – September 2003) was an English businessman and criminal who owned a chain of adult book shops and strip clubs in London in the 1960s and 1970s. He was able to run his business through the payment of large bribes to serving police officers, particularly those from the Obscene Publications Branch (OPB) of the Metropolitan Police.

The London Necropolis Company (LNC), formally the London Necropolis & National Mausoleum Company until 1927, was a cemetery operator established by Act of Parliament in 1852 in reaction to the crisis caused by the closure of London's graveyards in 1851. The LNC intended to establish a single cemetery large enough to accommodate all of London's future burials in perpetuity.

The Order of Brothelyngham was a group of men who, in the mid-14th century, formed themselves into a fake religious order in the city of Exeter, Devon. They may well have been satirising the church, which was commonly perceived as corrupt.

Phan Đình Phùng (Vietnamese: [faːn ɗîŋ̟ fûŋm]; 1847 – January 21, 1896) was a Vietnamese revolutionary who led rebel armies against French colonial forces in Vietnam. He was the most prominent of the Confucian court scholars involved in anti-French military campaigns in the 19th century and was cited after his death by 20th-century nationalists as a national hero.

The Tottenham Outrage of 23 January 1909 was an armed robbery in Tottenham, North London, that resulted in a two-hour chase between the police and armed criminals over a distance of six miles (10 km), with an estimated 400 rounds of ammunition fired by the thieves. The robbery, of workers' wages from the Schnurmann rubber factory, was carried out by Paul Helfeld and Jacob Lepidus, Jewish Latvian immigrants.

Volubilis (Latin pronunciation: [wɔˈɫuːbɪlɪs]; Arabic: وليلي, romanized: walīlī; Berber languages: ⵡⵍⵉⵍⵉ, romanized: wlili) is a partly-excavated Berber-Roman city in Morocco situated near the city of Meknes that may have been the capital of the Kingdom of Mauretania, at least from the time of King Juba II.

[royallygray]

Out of curiosity, do you have any song recs? :p Happy to give some back if you'd like as well

Hello! Yes, I do.

Have you by chance heard of EPIC the musical? I love all the songs in there. If you'd like a specific few, I'd recommend Open Arms, Warrior of the Mind, Remember Them, Luck Runs Out, Ruthlessness, Puppeteer, Monster, Suffering (aka the happiest song in Thunder Saga), Scylla, Little Wolf, and We'll Be Fine.

The Wisdom Saga (the most recent saga) was released two days ago. And we're all freaking out about it. All the songs there are Legendary (pun intended).

I have a few other recommendations. I don't know who you are, so I'm just listing a bunch I like. Some are gonna be Greek Mythology themed bc I'm obsessed and I have a playlist.

(in case anyone was intrigued, here you go)

Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons

Pomegranate Lips by Derivakat

Take The Reins by Vinny Marchi

the ENTIRE The Normal Album by Will Wood

more specifically, Marsha, Thankk You For the Dialectics But I Need You To Leave

and ...well, better than the alternative

Nothing New by Taylor Swift ft. Phoebe Bridgers

W.I.T.C.H. by Devon Cole, but Annapantsu and Chloe Breez both have great covers

so american by Olivia Rodrigo

Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan

Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives

Thus Always To Tyrants by The Oh Hellos

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Inertia by AJR

Steve's Going To London by AJR

Hit The Road Jack cover by 2WEI

Against the Kitchen Floor by Will Wood

All You Wanna Do from SIX

If you want more, or you want me to make this into a playlist, I can do that.

Happy listening! :D

[isabel-rubin]

Multiracial Companionship in Skate Kitchen

Skate Kitchen (2018) seamlessly integrates interracial friendships into its storyline. It is set in New York City and follows 18-year old Camille as she navigates her love for skating and a difficult relationship with her mother. Camille is Colombian and lives in Long Island, New York, with her single mother. She longs to be a part of “Skate Kitchen” which is a girls skate group in the city. After suffering a fairly serious injury due to skating, her mother prohibits her from doing it, but Camille continues her love for skating against the permission of her mother. She begins to sneakily take the train out to the city to meet up with the “Skate Kitchen” group and spend the day skating with them. Camille immediately befriends Janay, Kurt, Ruby, and Indigo, a racially diverse group of girls in their young 20’s who share her passion for skating. They all come from different economic and familial backgrounds, but come together under this one common identity and lived experience. 

Camille continues to lie to her mother about her whereabouts by telling her she is studying at the library, but eventually her mother finds out where she has been and confiscates her skateboard. This doesn’t stop Camille from going out to the city, and when she returns to the skatepark to tell her friends what happened they come together to help her assemble a new one. This is indicative of their relationship with each other and how they will do anything to help a friend in need. Janay also offers to let Camille stay at her house, which becomes more of a permanent move when tensions between Camille and her mother build. Her mother finds Camille at the skatepark and scolds her in front of the whole group, eventually slapping her across the face and humiliating her. Camille and Janay grow closer through their time living together, deepening their bond and their trust in one another. In a way, this was a sacrifice Janay made for Camille, but it was framed in an act of love and was a mutual agreement between them. 

After leaving home, Camille gets a job at a grocery store so she can start providing for herself. She befriends her coworker Devon, who is a part of the boy skating group that she always sees at the skatepark. They start to develop what seems like a romantic relationship, but is later proven to only be seen as romantic by Camille after she gets rejected by Devon when trying to make a move on him. Camille finds out that Devon also used to date Janay, which causes Janay to get upset and tension between them arises, ultimately harming their relationship and Camille’s status in the group. This leads Camille to move back home with her mother, and she finds herself reconnecting with her. Her mother encourages her to reach out to the group and apologize, which Camille does, and the film concludes with a cinematic scene of the entire group skating down the busy streets of Manhattan.

The Skate Kitchen friend group has a shared interest that brings them together and transcends their varying racial and ethnic backgrounds. Something that is important to note is that although this movie is depicting a fictional story, all of the actors are real skaters and play a character not too far from their authentic self. This is very telling in the way the film portrays their dialogue, interactions with one another, and overall lifestyle. It depicts real, authentic experiences of the cast members which is why the interactions feel so natural and realistic. Their individual races and ethnicities are not really talked about throughout the film, and it just exhibits them existing together as friends despite their backgrounds. Ed Guerrero, in his essay, “The Black Image in Protective Custody: Hollywood’s Biracial Buddy Films of the Eighties”, states “But in the future, perhaps the most important factor in broadening and equalizing the representation of all non-White peoples on the commercial screen will be the dialectical pressure exerted on Hollywood by the humanized, culturally complex, self-fashioned images of people of color in their emergent and independent cinema practices”. This film is directed by a woman and the crew is predominantly women as well, which shapes the lens that it can be viewed through. I think Skate Kitchen is a very authentic piece of media that depicts realistic relationships and conflicts between young adults and smoothly incorporates a diverse array of people into its story.

Discussion questions:

This film tells a fictional story but is based on a real group of people - How does this affect the way their characters and identities are portrayed on screen?

Do you think this is an empowering film for women?

Why is it important to have a diverse group of people behind the camera as well?

Can you think of other movies or shows that authentically depict an interracial group of friends? 

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You will occasionally see 'thee' as a nominative (like I/they) rather than accusitive (me/them) pronoun in certain dialects. Quakers notably used it that way until relatively recently, and it's still in use (at least among older folks) in some pockets of West Country English (it's supposedly standard in Somerset English, and I have an old friend from Devon who sometimes slips into 'thee' when he's drunk). So don't be surprised if you see it pop up! A lot of thee usage in literature, especially poetry, is intended to be West Country dialect or something inspired by it.

NO ONE knows how to use thou/thee/thy/thine and i need to see that change if ur going to keep making “talking like a medieval peasant” jokes. /lh

They play the same roles as I/me/my/mine. In modern english, we use “you” for both the subject and the direct object/object of preposition/etc, so it’s difficult to compare “thou” to “you”.

So the trick is this: if you are trying to turn something Olde, first turn every “you” into first-person and then replace it like so:

“I” →  “thou”

“Me” →  “thee”

“My” →  “thy”

“Mine” →  “thine”

Let’s suppose we had the sentences “You have a cow. He gave it to you. It is your cow. The cow is yours”.

We could first imagine it in the first person-

“I have a cow. He gave it to me. It is my cow. The cow is mine”.

And then replace it-

“Thou hast a cow. He gave it to thee. It is thy cow. The cow is thine.”