#sari's words

[scereksdraeden]

Currently thinking about how Teen Wolf would be nothing without Peter. His bite transformed Scott and Lydia, his claws transformed Kate, he's part of the reason Malia even exists. And by Derek killing him, he gained the alpha spark that allowed him to transform Jackson, Isaac, Erica, and Boyd. And there are probably many more examples but you get the point.

[saryasy]

he should be more of a bitch actually 🫶 (part 2)

[steamingstewchunks]

Had a thought

The bots don't like it when Sari isn't at base.

As in, when Isaac comes to take her back after the nannying, their so.... What's it, empty?

At home, it's clean, it's quiet, they can do the stuff they wanna do as well as the things they've been accidently putting off, like reports, and paintings, and practicing a new pose or a new track in the game that just dropped.

But it's too quiet. It's too clean. Their all waiting for Sari to come back, especially after Bumblebee started taking videos and pictures of their time together. Something like a clip of Sari laughing will slowly have all the bots trickling into his space to watch, commentary of all kinds about one video, but content sad silence in the other.

Bulkheads usually the first one to join, walking into his space at the first video and plopping down next to Bee to paint and watch, mostly watch, the paint on his pallette has nearly dried out by now. Prowls next, quiet, oh so very quiet as he just... Appears really, right next to Bumblebee, not touching, but his presence is felt as he watches, pretending to meditate when really he's just gotten used to doing his yoga and practiced with a little baby trying to copy him.

Ratchets next. He's standing by the doorway though, nodding to those who noticed but not making any moves to get closer until Optimus catches him and thus, sees their all watching the clips and looking at the photos. He ends up sitting near bulkhead, who's covered in that specific yellow and red. He's doing his reports, but he stops, since his audials are straining to hear the videos. Ratchet finally joins them when Optimus pipes up about what happened before a video, something about her throwing an orange at him,

"I gave it to her." He sits himself behind Bee, in a way, still choosing to stand but resting comfortably.

Just missing their baby is all.

[samdragons-official-art]

It's been nearly a month since I've been able to draw anything, and I came back with this jvjvjjd

[inquisimer]

i think the b plot of this fic i'm planning will be the thing that finally gets me to read the last flight

[ceciliathecabinwitch]

I think ramie is officially my favorite plant based fiber for spinning

Even after plying (bracelet, so 2-ply) it’s definitely one of the finest things I’ve ever spun and I wasn’t even trying that hard

The texture may seem a little sketchy at first but by the time it was all spun/plied/rested a little bit it’s very nice

And although I think I’d stick to wool if I was doing something like trance work, I found meditating while spinning this to be very pleasant (once you get into it a little bit) and I would definitely like to explore that more

[scereksdraeden]

Nothing brings me joy like blocking someone who hates Scott (or only use him to make another character seem better)

[saryasy]

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Beautiful ~

The way to your eyes Is always rainy with poetry…

Ali el-Sari, from The Gateway to Modern Arabic Poetry

[steamingstewchunks]

Don't leave Sari with Ultra Magnus.

It's a feeling to him, not a thought. Not as he can see the way his Magnus, his commander, his leader, stretch out a palm in such a way the seemed so final but so....

Foreboding. Like she was being taken away, instead of being held gently by someone who cares.

(he does... He should care about her.)

Sari was sitting in her little corner, a new one, now that they didn't have to stay in the Ark anymore, being tended too by prowl and bulkhead, sunlight beaming down into them from the window they built it next to, who In turn do stare between him and Ultra Magnus.

For once in his functioning, he couldn't decide if what his leader said was an order.

"I would like to hold the Sparkling, Optimus."

"bwuh- uh, yes sir, you will be able to hold her, sir, but human infants," lying is easy, lying is easy, say something, "they have a lot of rules to follow when handling them."

A white lie works too.

"Surely not, all I would need would be the pillows and mesh contraption," he points his head towards prowl, who wasn't in holoform like Bulkhead, who had the dipped mesh contraption they've had since the beginning. "I know organic young have rules to follow when handling, but it is not nearly as rigid as you imagine. I won't have her long."

The old mechs smile doesn't reach his eyes, it's spread a little too wide.

prowl, I need a distraction. The mentioned starts to sniff around just a little just after the private comm, and cringes. Almost perfectly.

"bulkhead," he stands, letting his vents clear the "smell" from his olfactories," she needs a diaper change."

"oh, sorry Ultra Magnus, maybe some other time?" Optimus smiles at his commander, keenly examining him for any sort of reason, again, why he felt the need to say no. Why it was so scary to see his servo reach towards Prowl.

Almost like magic, Sari starts to cry, with the toy in her hand dropping to the floor.

"and it's almost nap time too!" Bulkhead cradles her, heading into the changing room connected to the baby corner. Unaware of the ruse the other two where putting up.

"oh well, heh. Maybe some other time." Ultra Magnus let his servo fall, but seemed to search the two. "I have business to get back to on the Steelhaven, and you," he stares pointedly at Optimus, "still need to fill out those incident reports about the decepticon attacks."

"aah, yup, yes sir, Magnus sir...!" He saluted, a toothy smile making it's way across his faceplates, dermas splitting so awkwardly he could feel prowls despair without needing to dig into his field.

"at ease soldier." The Magnus says, almost stalking out of the room.

"Optimus." He turns to look at Prowl, "what. Was that."

[kaalbela]

Ikkat is a traditional textile printing technique originating from India and Southeast Asia. It's known for its unique, blurred, and feathered patterns. The word ikat is derived from the Malay word mengikat, which means to tie or bind. The ikkat fabric is created by tying the threads in a specific pattern and then dyeing them in various colors. Once the threads are dyed, they are woven into patterns and designs. Ikkat patterns have soft, blurred edges due to the resist-dyeing process, and often feature feathered or cloud-like designs, which are achieved by binding and dyeing the fabric. Ikkat prints typically feature geometric patterns, such as stripes, dots, and chevrons dyed in vibrant and bold colors. Ikkat print is used in various textiles, such as scarves, saris, dress materials, and home decor fabrics.

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 | textile series

[yeoldenews]

While we’re on the subject of names, is there an explanation for how traditional nicknames came about that are seemingly unrelated to, or have little in common with, the original name?

ie- John/Jack, Richard/Dick, Henry/Harry/Hank, Charles/Chuck, Margaret/Peggy/Daisy, Sarah/Sally, Mary/Molly, Anne/Nan, etc

I am actually over a week into researching a huge follow-up post (probably more than one if I’m being honest) about the history of nickname usage, so I will be going into this in much, much more detail at a hopefully not-so-later date - if I have not lost my mind. (Two days ago I spent three hours chasing down a source lead that turned out to be a typographical error from 1727 that was then quoted in source after source for the next 150 years.)

As a preview though, here’s some info about the names you mentioned:

The origins of a good portion of common English nicknames come down to the simple fact that people really, really like rhyming things. Will 🠞Bill, Rob🠞Bob, Rick🠞Dick, Meg🠞Peg.

It may seem like a weird reason, but how many of you have known an Anna/Hannah-Banana? I exclusively refer to my Mom’s cat as Toes even though her name is Moe (Moesie-Toesies 🠞 Toesies 🠞 Toes).

Jack likely evolved from the use of the Middle English diminutive suffix “-chen” - pronounced (and often spelled) “-kyn” or “kin”. The use of -chen as a diminutive suffix still endures in modern German - as in “liebchen” = sweetheart (lieb “love” + -chen).

John (Jan) 🠞 Jankin 🠞 Jackin 🠞 Jack.

Hank was also originally a nickname for John from the same source. I and J were not distinct letters in English until the 17th Century. “Iankin” would have been nearly indistinguishable in pronunciation from “Hankin” due to H-dropping. It’s believed to have switched over to being a nickname for Henry in early Colonial America due to the English being exposed to the Dutch nickname for Henrik - “Henk”.

Harry is thought to be a remnant of how Henry was pronounced up until the early modern era. The name was introduced to England during the Norman conquest as the French Henri (On-REE). The already muted nasal n was dropped in the English pronunciation. With a lack of standardized spelling, the two names were used interchangeably in records throughout the middle ages. So all the early English King Henrys would have written their name Henry and pronounced it Harry.

Sally and Molly likely developed simply because little kids can’t say R’s or L’s. Mary 🠞 Mawy 🠞 Molly. Sary 🠞 Sawy 🠞 Sally.

Daisy became a nickname for Margaret because in French garden daisies are called marguerites.

Nan for Anne is an example of a very cool linguistic process called rebracketing, where two words that are often said/written together transfer letters/morphemes over time. The English use of “an” instead of “a” before words beginning with vowels is a common cause of rebracketing. For example: the Middle English “an eute” became “a newt”, and “a napron” became “an apron”. In the case of nicknames the use of the archaic possessive “mine” is often the culprit. “Mine Anne” over time became “My Nan” as “mine” fell out of use. Ned and Nell have the same origin.

Oddly enough the word “nickname” is itself a result of rebracketing, from the Middle English “an eke (meaning additional) name”.

I realized earlier this week that my cat (Toe’s sister) also has a rebracketing nickname. Her name is Mina, but I call her Nom Nom - formed by me being very annoying and saying her name a bunch of time in a row - miNAMiNAMiNAM.

Chuck is a very modern (20th century) nickname which I’ll have to get back to you on as I started my research in the 16th century and am only up to the 1810s so far lol.

[rubyvhs]

bittersuite | d. winchester

synopsis. you & dean are having an argument, you use your powers to do something he doesn’t approve of tags. 1k words, slightly religious talk, angst, angry dean, talking about wanting a family series masterlist

"I don't know why it's wrong, Dean!" You're not shouting, you haven't ever actually raised your voice so it's not surprising, but Dean's is sure getting loud.

"Because the leviathans are on our ass every fuckin' day! If they sense angel activity and we're found out it'll be your fucking fault." He points at you, aggressively and you have a feeling in your chest you just don't understand. Well, you understand it but it feel horrible. How could anyone ever want to be human? Even interacting with them is detrimental to your intellect. Especially the way he’s swearing so much.

You should apologize, and you're about to, but he's even angrier now. "Every time I tell you to do something, you never goddamn listen—" You shut your eyes and you immediately think of heaven's gates. When you open your eyes, you're in… Kansas? Lawrence, Kansas to be specific. And infront of the Winchester's house, no less. 

There's a woman inside, she's running after a child and you can't help but smile. You're not sure what's so amusing about it but it's almost like you can imagine that being Dean and his mother. Her running after him, this house being their own, him growing up not hunting. 

You know that's not possible, you know he was chosen before he was even born, you know vessels are made before they're even human, but it's comforting you in some way. It comforting to think that there could be another universe where the Winchesters were just themselves.

You don't notice it but you're somehow in front of the door, knocking. A man opens the door, "Hi. I'm…" an Angel, is what you've learned to say when you, Sam, and Dean meet monsters. An FBI agent when you meet any type of authority. Just a Guardian Angel when you meet other Angels.

"I'm Cherry." You make up. "And I… I am a friend of the Winchesters. They used to live here." When you were assigned to come down to earth to kill Cass for disobeying Heaven, you had to study Dean fully. You watched his entire life, every single second he's been alive until you met is engrained into your memory. 

It feels horrible, you know if he ever found out he'd be angry at you but you didn't know you'd grow to like the Winchesters as much as you did. 

"Honey," he yells for his wife, you presume. The woman who dean and Sam helped when they came here years ago shows up with a smile. "Friend of the Winchesters."

Her eyes widen. "Of— why? Is something wrong? We haven't felt anything." You shake your head, looking down at the seven year old. 

"Hey, little boy." He smiles at you and then hides behind his mother's leg. "I'm sorry, your son is just adorable. There's nothing wrong with the house,I only…" but you have nothing to say. You have no idea what you're doing or why you're ruining this couple's evening or why you're like this. You miss Dean. 

It clicks that's you had left mid-argument just now, on their porch. And that if you close your eyes, your bound to get back to dean. So you don't blink, just look up at them and see them moving to make room for you. You smile and enter the house.

"We were just about to have dinner, wanna join us?" You nod eagerly, looking around. You remember all four years of Dean's life in this house so vividly, way more than even he does, and it's exhausting. Because in taking his memories, you absorbed his emotions too and they are painful. They're too strong for a man to bare.

You sit down on the table as they plate everything and when they sit down, they offer you their hands. The woman, Jenny, smiles. "We pray." You take her hand immediately, connecting your other one with her older Son Sari, and he does the same with his seven year old sister, Richie. 

"Lord, thank you for the food we are about to eat." And then it ends. And then they eat and your hands are mostly still outstretched waiting for more. It takes a minute for Jenny to snap you out of your trance. "Cherry, you okay?"

"Yes. Yes, I'm sorry, I— Dean needs me. I need to go see him." She doesn't say anything, just takes your hand before you run out of the room, closing your eyes once you reach the door. 

"Did you find her? Well do it faster, Cass—" it's familiar. It's everything you've been craving ever since you left. It's only been a few hours but it's dark now, which is probably why they were having dinner. Right. They. Because you had dinner with a family.

A family that prays. Or pretends to, it’s only being gratefulness for being given something. But have they prayed as they make the food? Do they ask god to give them strength? Do they study the books? Why did you pray with them? Who would you pray to?

They’re the people you turned your life around for. You’ve been alive forever and these humans, who are only sometimes grateful, are who you’ve rejected order for. Especially this human.

"Dean?" He turns around, his gun automatically pointed at you and you can't help the smile on your face. He released a breath before talking two long steps to you and pulling you into his chest. 

"God, Angel, where were you? Are you okay?" He lets go, taking a quick look. When he realizes your fine, his eyes become furious. "What were you fucking thinking? Don't you ever do that again," you're about to stand up to him, the same way Cass sometimes does, but then he says, "don't run away when you know I can't chase after you."

"You were shouting."

"We had a disagreement, it's normal." Is it? Are the loud voices and anger normal? "Please just talk to me before ever doing that again." 

"Okay."

"Where did you go?" He asks, his voice still slightly tense. Maybe he doesn't trust you after all this time, thinking you're just waiting for the angels to rise after Cass's disappointment as their leader. 

"Lawerence." He doesn't ask anything after that. But when he hugs you again, he hears your soft mumble. "They had a family." Yeah, they did. You never will, though. 

&. notes !! guys I promise he’ll be nice next time (maybe)

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[smallestapplin]

Have you tried asking nicely?

This turned into tfa Optimus x dragon beastformer reader, but also we shitting on tfa Sentinel today cause fuck that guy.

For my moot @rabotimagines for the silly suggestion, love you bro.

It was clear as day to anyone that you hated Sentinel, you hated his cocky attitude, how he breaks the rules just to get a leg up, and most of all his treatment of every bot around him. You loathe having to interact with him, but you don’t make it easy on him much to the amusement of your team.

“Optimus, recall your oversized rust bucket!” Sentinel yells trying to stand his ground, which shakes beneath him at your heavy steps, your claws digging into the dirt below as a low guttural growl rumbles from your chassis

“Sorry, Sentinel, I don’t have command over them. Honestly, my words are just suggestions for them. Maybe if you ask reeeeal nicely they might step back.”

Optimus shrugs, trying to come off as more sympathetic in front of Ultra Magnus, who merely stares at the sight with a fed up expression.

“I am not sure why he thought kicking them was a smart move, but he is a Prime, he should be able to handle himself.”

Optimus and Ultra Magnus share a knowing glance with the same tired sigh before returning to the topic at hand, and while Optimus informs Magnus of the collection of All-Spark shards along with any Decepticon activity, you stand in the background in your towering form, glaring down at the cocky bastard before you.

“Go on you dumb flying mech thingy, I have far more important matters to deal with than you.” He tries to shoo you away with his servos, but you tilt your helm as if his actions were supposed to do anything so you simply ignore it, keeping between him and Optimus, ensuring he can’t get close to the other Prime.

“Optimus!” Sentinel tries once again, “I know being a good leader must be hard for someone like you, but you could at least try-AH!”

You swiftly take one of his pedes in your jaw and start swinging him around, slamming him down to the ground breaking the crust below with violently thrashing. With Bee and Sari’s laughter accompanying Sentinel's shrill screams as he’s whipped around.

Optimus stifles his own laughter until he sees Ultra Magnus look at him with an expecting gaze, sighing, he rushes over to your imposing form.

“Hey now, calm down there, spitfire!” The nickname was spoken with the affection you adored from your leader.

Optimus pats one of your large claws, getting your attention. You stop swinging your helm around, but you refuse to open your intake, keeping your denta clamped firmly on Sentinel's pede. Optimus chuckles at the sight of your draconic form holding the other Prime like a chew toy, even with said Prime looking dizzy, dazed, and dented from your thrashing.

“I know how you feel, but I need you to put him down, okay?” He smiles even though you narrow your optics at him, letting him know good and well he is going to be hearing about this when Sentinel and Ultra Magnus leave.

His spark, however, sinks when he sees a look of realization flash in your gleaming optics, with a deep huffed chuckle rumbling in your chassis.

“Oh no.”

Is all he could manage to get out, watching you whip your helm around for good measure before opening your intake, letting Sentinel go just as your leader had asked of you, and sending the other Prime flying in the opposite direction right into the sea.

You purr, looking very pleased with yourself, so pleased you transform into your robot mode to sure that pleased grin. Looking down at your Prime, your purr grows louder as he crosses his arms and gives you a disapproving look.

“I let go of him as requested, my Prime.”

“Yes, you did, but you know good and well that’s not what I meant.”

You tilt your helm, feigning innocence.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

Optimus huffs, only to yell out in surprise once your arms wrap around his waist and lift him up, holding him to your chassis and nuzzling your helm against his like an oversized cat offering affection.

“My apologies, Ultra Magnus, but I’m sure Sentinel is fine! He wasn’t too injured.” How embarrassing, he’s being snuggled in front of his boss who does not look that impressed with him right now.

“Sentinel should be fine, if he’s not back within the hour I’ll send Jetfire and Jetstorm to search for him, since your beast seems not too fond of him to aid in such a search.”

The older mech takes his leave, allowing Optimus a moment to ex-vent with relief.

“I know you don’t like him but did you have to do that?” He leans his helm against yours, trying to sound stern in his questioning, but it’s hard when it was kinda funny.

“Maybe he shouldn’t speak to you like that, he’s lucky I allowed him to keep his pedes.” 

“Yeah, chill out boss bot, they were just doing what everyone’s been thinking.” Bee chimes into your defense, not that it was needed with how the majority aren't fond of Sentinel either.

Optimus tilts his helm back with a groan, he knows Bee is right but in front of Ultra Magnus, really? Not that he can blame you, not when your first instinct is to defend him, he’s an easy mech. What can he say?

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Hi could u write max x sunshine desi reader where she is his teammate and everyone (all drivers and team principles)adores her and she is known for wearing saris to events and award ceremonies and max and her having a grumpy x sunshine trope

Also like pr games for insta or smthing where he pronounce hindi words or muhavare and its cutee and fans love them!!!!!

I loved superstitions!!!!

swear words ✧˚ · .

Summary: Based on the anon's request!

⟿ mv x desi!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

⟿ fluff ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

masterlist ☾☼

max was not grumpy. he was fun, and he was slightly unhinged, but he was not grumpy. though, in comparison to his teammate, y/n, everyone else seemed grumpy. she was quiet literally sunshine embodiment.

the two had been teammates for two seasons now, and everyone loved her. as they should. secretly, max also loved her. he would never say it out loud, though.

his favourite thing about her was the way she dressed up for any and all non-race event. she was always in a kurta or a sari. max had not known what her attire was called till he heard her talking about it once to charles' girlfriend. he could have done the sensible thing and just asked her himself, but finding out the way that he had done was easier.

max and y/n's relationship had really changed from teammates to more after max had attempted to anonymously gift her a sari for an event. y/n had looked radiant, max was speechless, and the rest was history for them.

it was during one of the PR events where max had gotten unhinged again and cursed a few times. the managers were furious, but she could tell that he didn't really give a fuck. to save him from future scoldings, y/n had come up with a plan that she really thought could save him.

"max," she called out.

"yes, my love,"

"i'm going to save you from future pr nightmares," she said confidently.

max laughed, "right, okay. how are you going to do that?"

"you're always getting in trouble for saying swear words on live tv. what if you say them in a language people don't understand?" there was a glint in her eyes that told max that she was going to be trouble. but, he loved her for it.

"how are we going to do that?"

"baby, i come from a country where we have a wide range of swear words. we've got different categories too."

max laughed. he did that more around her. he would never let anyone from the outside world see or know that.

"i'm serious! we've got swear words for moms, sisters, animals, body organs, animal body organs. you name it, and we probably have it!" y/n insisted.

"okay, okay, i believe you. teach me some of the words, and i'll see if it works for me,"

y/n clapped her hands in excitement, and began going through her list, explaining their meaning.

max had never been more in love.

a few months later, when the desi f1 fans caught what was happening, they made a compilation video. it consisted of every hindi swear word that max had said in interviews and such, with y/n laughing in the corner, and the interviewer being absolutely clueless on what was being said. the video had compiled all of those moments with the least to worst swear words, purposely not adding the meanings to keep the rest of the world confused.

it was a long time before anyone else, especially the red bull pr managers caught on, and only then did y/n get yelled at for the first time by them.

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this is the first max verstappen imagine I've written! idk if this is what you wanted, anon, but honestly, I couldn't see max saying muhavre and stuff, but I could see him saying a lot of curse words in hindi, so I went with that! also, I love the fact that when I went on Pinterest to look for pictures of max, almost every picture was of him smiling or laughing. i've also got a link for my taglist and requests that you can find here!

[scereksdraeden]

Hi here's some comfort Scott for those of us panicking 💜