#poe tay toes

[theredbookofwestmarch]

Going into Hobbit food mode for Gondorian New Year. Just started the FotR extended edition and will watch all three today. Happy new year to all of Middle-earth!

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

Hi ok this is a weird one so feel free to pass on answering it etc,

For Dusk and Dawn

How.. would they pronounce Potato/Tomato?

I have asked my French Consultant (@petitfarron, although he speaks hobo French) and he says they'd say it "like tohmat, pohtat." Is this proper? I have no idea.

I play with French voiceover you see (even though I don't speak it :D), so my dumb brain thinks elezen Dusk and Dawn speak French too. If that is a Quebecois quirk of Petit's, assume it's because the twins have lived in Gridania for so long (my FC has collectively decided Gridania is the Kwehbec to Ishgard's Fronce). But I'm sure if they were speaking English, they'd say it the way the English voice actors do, which I assume is poe-tay-toe and toe-mah-toe since the dork Ishgardian elezen are all dork British English (I speak garbage American English).

Post-Apocalypse Dusk and Dawn (their original versions) are American as fuck, though.

[444namesplus]

Ba Baa Baas Bae Baes Bais Bam Ban Bao Baos Bau Baus Be Bees Bei Beis Bem Ben Beo Beos Beu Beus Bi Bias Bie Bies Bii Biis Bim Bin Bio Bios Biu Bius Bo Boes Bom Bon Boo Boos Bou Bous Bu Bua Bues Bui Buis Bum Bun Buo Buu Buus Chi Chia Chias Chie Chies Chii Chiis Chim Chin Chio Chios Chiu Chius Chu Chua Chuas Chue Chues Chui Chuis Chum Chun Chuo Chuos Chuu Chuus Da Daas Dae Daes Dais Dam Dan Dao Daos Daus De Dea Deas Dee Dei Deis Dem Den Deo Deu Deus Dha Dhaa Dhaas Dhaes Dhai Dhais Dham Dhan Dhaus Dhe Dhea Dheas Dhee Dhees Dheis Dhem Dhen Dheo Dheu Dhi Dhia Dhies Dhiis Dhim Dhin Dhio Dhios Dhiu Dhius Dho Dhoa Dhoas Dhoes Dhois Dhom Dhon Dhoo Dhoos Dhou Dhous Dhu Dhua Dhue Dhues Dhum Dhun Dhuo Dhuu Dhuus Di Die Dies Dii Diis Dim Din Dio Diu Dius Do Doa Doas Doi Dom Don Doo Doos Dous Du Duas Due Dues Dui Duis Dum Dun Duu Fa Faa Faas Fae Faes Fai Fais Fam Fan Fao Faos Fau Faus Fe Fea Feas Fee Fees Fei Feis Fem Fen Feo Feus Fi Fia Fias Fiis Fim Fin Fios Fius Fo Foa Foe Foi Fois Fom Fon Foos Fous Fu Fua Fuas Fue Fues Fui Fuis Fum Fun Fuos Fuus Ga Gaa Gaas Gae Gaes Gam Gan Gaos Gau Ge Gea Geas Gee Gei Geis Gem Gen Geo Geu Geus Gi Gia Gias Gie Gies Gii Giis Gim Gin Gios Giu Gius Go Goe Gom Gon Goo Goos Gous Gu Guas Gue Gui Guis Gum Gun Guo Guos Guu Guus Ha Haa Haas Hae Haes Hai Hais Ham Han Haos Hau He Hea Heas Hee Hees Hei Heis Hem Hen Heo Heu Heus Hi Hie Hies Hii Hiis Him Hin Hio Hios Hius Ho Hoe Hom Hon Hous Hu Huas Hui Huis Hum Hun Huo Huu Huus

Ja Jaa Jae Jaes Jai Jais Jam Jan Jaos Jau Jaus Je Jea Jeas Jee Jem Jen Jeo Jeos Jeu Jeus Ji Jia Jias Jie Jies Jii Jiis Jim Jin Jio Jios Jiu Jo Joa Joas Joe Joes Jois Jom Jon Joos Jou Jous Ju Jua Juas Jue Juis Jum Jun Juo Juos Juu Juus Ka Kaas Kae Kai Kais Kam Kan Kao Kaos Kau Kaus Ke Kea Keas Kee Kei Keis Kem Ken Keo Keos Keu Keus Ki Kia Kie Kies Kim Kin Kio Kios Kiu Kius Ko Koe Koes Koi Kois Kom Kon Koo Koos Kou Kous Ku Kua Kue Kues Kum Kun Kuos Kuu Kuus La Laa Laas Laes Lais Lam Lan Laos Lau Laus Le Lea Leas Lee Lees Lei Lem Len Leo Leos Leu Leus Li Lia Lie Liis Lim Lin Lio Lios Liu Lo Loa Loas Loe Loes Lom Lon Loo Loos Lou Lu Lua Lue Lui Luis Lum Lun Luo Luos Luus Ma Maa Mae Maes Mai Mam Man Mao Maos Mau Maus Me Mea Mee Mei Meis Mem Men Meo Meu Mi Mias Mie Mies Mii Miis Mim Min Mios Miu Mius Mo Moa Moas Moe Mois Mom Mon Moo Mous Mu Mua Muas Mues Mui Mum Mun Muo Muu Muus Na Naa Naas Nae Naes Nai Nais Nam Nan Nao Naos Naus Ne Nea Neas Nee Nees Neis Nem Nen Neo Neos Neu Neus Ni Nii Niis Nim Nin Nio Nios Niu No Noa Noas Noe Noes Noi Nom Non Noo Nou Nous Nu Nua Nuas Nues Nui Nuis Num Nun Nuo Nuos Nuu Pa Paa Pae Paes Pai Pam Pan Pao Pau Paus Pe Pea Peas Pee Pees Pei Peis Pem Pen Peo Peos Peu Pi Pias Pie Pii Piis Pim Pin Pio Pios Piu Po Poas Poe Poes Pois Pom Pon Poo Poos Pou Pous Pu Puas Pue Pues Pui Puis Pum Pun Puo Puu Puus Ra Raa Raas Rae Rai Rais Ram Ran Raos Rau Raus Re Reas Ree Rees Rei Reis Rem Ren Reo Reos Reu Reus Ri Ria Rii Rim Rin Rio Rios Riu Rius Ro Roa Roas Roe Roes Roi Rois Rom Ron Roo Roos Rou Rous Ru Rua Rues Rui Ruis Rum Run Ruo Ruos Ruu Ruus Sa Sae Saes Sais Sam San Sau Se Sea Seas Sees Sei Seis Sem Sen Seos Shi Shia Shias Shie Shies Shii Shiis Shim Shin Shio Shios Shiu Shius Shu Shua Shuas Shue Shues Shui Shuis Shum Shun Shuo Shuos Shuu Shuus Si Sia Sii Siis Sim Sin Sio Sios Sius So Soe Soes Sois Som Son Soos Sous Su Suas Sui Suis Sum Sun Suo Suu Suus Ta Taa Taas Taes Tai Tais Tam Tan Tao Taos Tau Taus Te Tea Teas Tees Tei Tem Ten Teo Teu Thi Thia Thias Thie Thies Thii Thiis Thim Thin Thio Thios Thiu Thius Thu Thua Thuas Thue Thues Thui Thuis Thum Thun Thuo Thuos Thuu Thuus Ti Tias Tie Tiis Tim Tin Tio Tios Tiu Tius To Toas Toe Toes Toi Tom Ton Toos Tou Tous Tu Tua Tuas Tue Tues Tui Tuis Tum Tun Tuo Tuu Tuus Va Vaa Vaas Vae Vaes Vai Vam Van Vaos Vau Vaus Ve Vea Veas Vee Vees Vei Vem Ven Veo Veos Veu Veus Vi Vie Vii Viis Vim Vin Vio Viu Vo Voa Voe Voes Voi Vois Vom Von Voo Voos Vou Vous Vu Vue Vues Vui Vuis Vum Vun Vuo Vuus Wa Waas Wae Wai Wam Wan Wao Waos Wau Waus We Wea Wees Wei Weis Wem Wen Weos Weus Wi Wia Wias Wie Wies Wii Wim Win Wio Wiu Wo Woa Woe Woes Woi Wois Wom Won Woos Wou Wu Wua Wuas Wue Wui Wum Wun Wuo Wuos Wuu Wuus Za Zaa Zaas Zae Zaes Zai Zais Zam Zan Zaos Zau Zaus Ze Zea Zeas Zee Zees Zei Zeis Zem Zen Zeo Zeos Zeu Zeus Zha Zhaa Zhae Zhaes Zhai Zhais Zham Zhan Zhao Zhaos Zhau Zhaus Zhe Zhea Zhee Zhees Zhei Zheis Zhem Zhen Zheo Zheos Zheu Zheus Zhi Zhia Zhie Zhies Zhii Zhim Zhin Zhio Zhios Zhiu Zhius Zho Zhoa Zhoas Zhoe Zhoes Zhoi Zhom Zhon Zhou Zhous Zhu Zhuas Zhuis Zhum Zhun Zhuos Zhuu Zhuus Zi Zia Zias Zim Zin Zio Ziu Zius Zo Zoe Zoes Zois Zom Zon Zoo Zoos Zou Zous Zu Zuas Zue Zues Zuis Zum Zun Zuos Zuu

[theinvertedtangent]

Poe-tay-toe with a side of baby Zucchini

[macwantspeace]

The RFT reached out via text message and asked McClanahan if he was the man pictured in front of the burning cross in the image shared by Dogan. McClanahan replied, “It's an invisible empire Yes it's me.” He also says that he has had "honorary memberships" in the Knight's Party Ku Klux Klan and the League of the South. He also writes he "did attend in 2019 a private religious Christian Identity Cross lighting ceremony falsely described as a cross burning."

you say poe-tay-toe, I say po-tah-toe. you say burning, I say lighting Most of us say racist bigot.

[hauntedfalcon]

has any single movie ever been memed as thoroughly as The Two Towers

[rohadefunctblog]

CONGRATION ON 500 FRIEND, YOU DESERVE THEM ALL! May I request one (1) dirt man, Aragorn

the dirt man….has arrived….

[loremastering]

trespassers will be made into overhang decor

[daredussy]

Don’t think about Arthur teaching his kids to read and letting them look at his journal full of sketches (a new, nice one, just for drawing)

God he’d raise a family of writers and artists with a wild appreciation for animals and nature

Just don’t think about him taking his family on camping trips, each of them with their own sketchbooks and journals and them sitting round the campfire together

[strqyr]

some answers directly from RT that hopefully clear up some confusion what "canon adjacent" means in this case, since they apparently can't delve into it that much due to spoilers:

"Great question and I've seen a ton of feedback on this. To us, an AU means a completely different universe than the mainline story. IQ is NOT a completely different universe from our mainline RWBY show. I can't delve too deep here because SPOILERS. My general read on this question is this is a "poe-tay-toes/poe-tah-tows" situation: while y'all may see the text and classify it as an AU, none of the creative team involved with the project feel that way."

"Because it's a fun new adventure made by a world-class anime studio with incredible talent that will do things/go places that RWBY never has before. Think of this as a side-story to the main series. Trust me, fans are going to have a great time with this new take on the series. If you're personally not interested, that's ok! You'll still have the mainline RWBY show to enjoy."

"I can't get too into the weeds on this question just yet unfortunately, but I will say that I wouldn't compare IQ to What If...?."

[secretmessages1983]

i could talk about the english language for ages

my favorite thing is the schwa sound it's the most common vowel sound in english but it's also unpredictable at times

it's a lazy vowel sound what that means is we don't speak the actual sound the vowel should see it's incredibly common in 3-syllable words and up

here's an example potato breaking that up into syllables it's po-ta-to so in multi syllabic words in english if the syllable ends with a vowel the vowel is supposed to become a long vowel aka say it's name but when i say potato i say puh-tay-toe so the first syllable should say poe but because i don't it means it's a schwa

it makes pronounciation really difficult especially for non native speakers i could also talk about how schwas work depending on the dialect of english youre speaking but that's like for another post

i love languages and especially seeing all the different parts that make them up it's super fascinating

[sepdet]

oh no

(just saw this on twitter, description below)

Image set of six square screenshots from Peter Jackson's The Two Towers tiled in 2 rows of 3.

Top row shows 3 closeup views of Sam Gamgee's face from the meme when he says with emphasis: POE TAY TOES. But only the third screencap includes a caption, the final syllable in large capital letters: TOES

The second row starts with the scene at the edge of Fangorn Forest in which Aragorn kicks an orc-helmet and falls to his knees howling in frustration.

The first screencap is a closeup of actor Viggo Mortensen's face grimacing during the exact moment when he kicked the helmet.

Screencap 2 returns to the "potatoes" scene, showing Sam Gamgee leaning to the left towards Gollum offscreen, with caption in all caps that reads: "mash em."

The last screencap pulls back to show full view of Aragorn scene. Legolas stands a few paces to his left half obscured by smoke. Off to the right is a spear stuck in the ground with an orc-head impaled on top. The camera is at ground level. A cloudy grey sky fills most of the screen, tufts of yellowish-brown grass at the bottom.

Aragorn is mid-frame facing left, arms at his sides with hands cupping the air, head and body from knees up tilted slightly backwards towards the sky as he crumples into a kneeling position with an agonized cry, acting through and with the pain of the toe that Viggo just broke when he kicked the helmet.

…

Poor Viggo.

[macwantspeace]

* Sigh Chick Has Answers *

Well, I have questions. Is it 'poe tay toe'? Is it 'poe tah toe'? Only the psychic can tell me why her yard has sudden poatie toes.

[swilmarillion]

Some soft JonMartin for @poe-tay-toe​ and let’s face it also for me, probably mostly for me

#1: Small kisses across the other’s face

              “And we have food,” Martin said cheerfully, keys jangling as he balanced the bag against his hip and turned to shut the door.  “Just some essentials, you know, but I thought we could do a more thorough run when we’ve had a chance to settle in.”

              “Mm,” Jon said, standing up from the couch and stretching.  “Well, we might have to venture a bit farther out.  That place didn’t have much of a selection, and anyway, they shorted you five pence on change.”

              There was a tense silence as the two of them listened to what he had just said and then, a moment later, realized what it meant.

              “Damn,” Jon said, grimacing.  “I didn’t mean to do that.”

              “It’s alright,” Martin said, turning and walking to the counter.  He set down the bag and started to unpack.

              “I didn’t do it on purpose,” Jon said.  “I swear I’m not trying to, you know, know things.”

              “I know,” Martin said.

              “It’s just hard,” Jon said, sighing and running a hand through his hair.  “Christ, I never thought it could be this hard not to know things.  It’s like they just show up in my head, and I have to make a conscious effort not to let them in, and if I’m not paying attention—”

              “Jon,” Martin said, cutting him off.  “It’s alright.”  He walked over to where Jon stood, leaning back against the ratty old couch.  “I know you’re not doing it on purpose.  I know you’re trying.”

              “But that’s not good enough, is it?  God, if Basira were here, she—”

              “She’s not, though,” Martin said.  “And it doesn’t matter what she thinks.  What matters is that you’re trying to be better.  That’s not an easy thing, and it’s not something that happens overnight.  It’s something you have to work at.  It takes time.”

              “I am trying,” Jon said, and Martin smiled at the earnestness in Jon’s voice.  He reached up and stroked Jon’s cheek gently, fingers passing lightly over the scars that had come from the Desolation, the Hive, the Buried.  So many wounds, healed too fast and never quite enough.

              Martin kissed the places where corruption had gnawed, where the flame had burned, where the earth had pressed too close, his lips gently touching Jon’s temple, his cheeks, the curve of his jaw.  “It’s alright, Jon,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to Jon’s lips.  “It’s going to be alright.”

# 13/36: butterfly kisses across the other’s cheeks; starting with eskimo kisses that turn into soft kisses

              It was well past midnight when Martin stirred, the cadence of his breathing changing abruptly as he shifted to look up at Jon. “Are you still awake?” he asked, his voice thick and raspy from sleep.

              “Oh,” Jon said, frowning.  “Yes.  I don’t sleep much these days, to be honest.”

              “I know,” Martin said, eyeing the deepening lines of Jon’s face with habitual concern.  It had been a week, and he had hoped that the time away would soothe things, if only a little, that maybe Jon could finally get some rest.

              “I didn’t wake you, did I?” Jon asked, cutting across Martin’s thoughts.  “Because I can move, if you like.  I don’t mind.”

              “No,” Martin said, shaking his head.  “You’re alright.”

              “I don’t want to keep you up,” Jon said.  “You need to rest, Martin.”

              “So do you,” Martin said.

              “Yes, well,” Jon said, rolling his eyes, “I doubt that’s going to happen, so I’ll just—”

              “No,” Martin said, shifting closer and throwing an arm over Jon’s chest, laying his head against Jon’s shoulder.  “Don’t go.”

              “Martin,” Jon said, and Martin felt an ache in his chest at the familiar, gentle exasperation in Jon’s voice.

              “Don’t go,” Martin said again, snuggling closer. “I sleep better when you’re here.”

              Jon looked down at him, surprised.  “Do you really?”

              “It’s comforting,” Martin said, breathing in the scent of Jon’s skin, which, while growing more familiar, still sent a thrill of pleasure through him.  “Being with you.”

              “I suppose it is,” Jon said, as though he hadn’t considered it before.  “Well, if I’m not bothering you…”

              “I’m not bothering you, am I?”

              “Not at all,” Jon said, laying his cheek against the top of Martin’s head and putting an arm around him.  “I get a lot of—well, they aren’t exactly thoughts, not really, more like noise, I suppose.  But it’s quieter when I’m with you.  In my head. It’s calmer.”

              Perhaps it was the hour, or the lingering trauma of the Lonely, or just the unimaginable relief of having Jon with him at last. Martin felt tears sting his eyes, and he blinked them away, burying his face against Jon’s neck.  

              Jon felt the gentle brush of Martin’s eyelashes tickling his skin, and then he felt the tears, warm and wet against his neck. “Oh, Martin,” he said, shifting aside, laying a hand to Martin’s cheek.  “It’s alright.”

              “It is now,” Martin whispered, pushing himself up on his elbow, nuzzling his nose against Jon’s, smiling with the giddiness that only comes that time of night.  “It is now,” he whispered again, and kissed Jon gently on the lips.  

[hunterscoffee]

The Days of Ficmas

Masterlist Day 13: Long Distance Anakin Skywalker x Reader, Yoda, Mace Windu, Obi-Wan Kenobi Summary: Long-distance relationships can be hard, especially when they aren’t allowed. Warnings: Mentions of killing. Word Count: 876

You were the black sheep of the family, both of your parents were highly esteemed and your older sister was lined up for the throne. You, however, were a bounty hunter, an expensive one at that, you were one of the best.

I guess that’s what happens when you get kicked out of Naboo for killing a man… Or two. Who’s counting anyway. You know, other than the Jedi Council and what not. You spent some time in Mandalore, a separatist ship and were taken in by Mother Talzin. Now you sit in the underworlds of Coruscant, top seat of the Assassins Guild and an asset to the Jedi Council. 

Your sister was Queen of Naboo and her and your parents clearly wanted nothing to do with you. So you took a new name and sit on your throne and waited, waited for a job, waiting for something, anything. Jobs were what made you feel alive, most people who sat on the throne, any throne, didn’t move. You were a different story, hunting was what you lived for.

***

“Y/l/n, sit.” You stared out of the window, Mace Windu and Yoda sat on the cushions in the room, meditating or trying to.

“I know Jango Fett, we aren’t in contact and he isn’t part of the guild, but he’s a Mandalorian or wears there armour. You’ll find him on Kamino.” You say. You were in your usual attire; one-shoulder plate on your right shoulder, a breastplate covering your chest and stomach, every inch of your legs were covered in armour. A rifle was strapped to your back and two lightsabers were attached to your waist on the utility belt that hung there. 

The lightsabers you adorned weren’t yours and you didn’t make either of them. You got them from Grevious, of course, he had just replaced the arms you had shot off and had killed three other Jedi to replace the lightsabers you had stolen.

Even though they were rightfully their property, you had only returned one to the Council and kept the other two. Sword combat was something you learnt with the Mandalorians and lightsabers were fatal weapons, so you were an idiot to lose an opportunity like this.

The Jedi were too peaceful and you were too valuable of an asset for the sabers to be fought over. When you died someone just replaced you, someone who was probably not willing to work with Jedi as you were. Most of the Guild disagreed with you working with the council and you had just killed all those who opposed you. You saw the Jedi’s ways to be right, even though you at times had trouble following them.

“Troubled you are.” Yoda dismisses everything you said, though he probably took in the information. Sighing you spoke. “My sister is no longer Queen and has become senator instead. A lot of people would pay good money for her head on a stick. They will question me if I do not take a job this high paying. The impulsive one Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan say is the chosen one has fallen in love with her. She is not safe here even with he and Obi-Wan protecting her.” 

Yoda and Windu were over questioning how you always knew everything, you had always said that you have ears and eyes everywhere. That worried them of course and you had said that as long as you were in command no Jedi was harmed.

“Kamino, the clones and Lama Su are not what you once thought they were.” With that said you left without a sound, as soon as both Yoda and Windu were no-longer looking at you.

***

Rain hit the starfighter heavily. “Gosh, it really is cold here huh?” You smile and both Kenobi and Skywalker turn on you. In a second Skywalker has you pinned to the ground, a lightsaber against your neck. “Wow, the Council really doesn’t tell you anything Impulsive One?” You lick your lips, the blue colour of the saber reflected in your eyes and no sign of fear.

“I’m going to tell you what we’re going to do from here. I’m going to count to three and you’re going to remove the super hot stick from my breathey tube.” You smile flirtatiously. “Or you’re not going to like what happens next.” Anakin scoffs and you roll your eyes. “One.”

“Anakin get off,” Obi-Wan said from a couple of meters away. “Two.” You continue. “That one over there is smart.” You point to Kenobi. “What’s going to happen, I’m a Jedi and…” He starts.

‘Three.’ You count in your head, moving quickly, you moved the lightsaber away from your neck, using your leg as friction you flip the two of you over, took the lightsaber from his hand and held it against his neck. “And I’m the Lord of Assassins.” You finish his sentence, then throw the lightsaber to the ground and stand.

Obi-Wan Kenobi stands off to the side with a guilty look on his face and Anakin Skywalker stands behind you with an embarrassed look on his face. “Do not trust anyone in here and Skywalker, chosen one or not, keep your hand off my sister. I don’t need more bounties on her head.” You growl. “Fett is mine.”

Yes, I catfished you and there is no Reader/Skywalker relationship within the contents of this post... But I mean... Poe-tay-toe/Pa-ta-toe...