ProvidenceDiscord

my name is May 28 she don't send me that Gaza spam shit

[corellianhounds]

I love the idea of a kid who was raised in Mandalorian society and knows Mandalorians to be the people they trust/are generally good with kids, getting lost somewhere and being on their own for a while

But the moment they see a Mandalorian in the market— one they do not know and have never met— they’re running up and crashing into them, clinging to their leg the second they get there or reaching up to them with those uppy hands, asking for help. Mando in question is looking down at this itty bitty thing like “excuse me” but then the kid calls them ba’vodu and looks up at them with these big wet eyes and asks for help in Mando’a and— “okay, okay, calm down, let’s find who you belong to. Yes I will pick you up. Yes I understand you. Thank you for not touching things you know you’re not supposed to. Hey Zar’gax the Destructor—” *hulking Trandoshan bounty hunting partner turns around* “I have to do a side quest, I’ll meet up with you later”

[corellianhounds]

Zar'gax (in Dosh): “[lf You're Going to Cook That Thing I Want a Cut. I'm Starving.]”

Mandalorian: "It's a KID"

Zar’gax: “[Makes No Difference to Trandoshans]”

Zar’gax can’t tell if the Mandalorian is glaring or not and frankly does not care. He tilts his head at the thing in the Mandalorian’s arms, nictitating membrane flicking over his remaining eye in curiosity as his tongue coils in the air past slick fangs, getting a scent, and ohh they smell plump and juicy—

The Mando cub sticks out their tongue at Zar’gax and the Trandoshan barks a coarse laugh— Mando yanks the kid back from the approaching bounty hunter, slapping a hand over their mouth and scolding them quietly as Zar’gax approaches, looming over the both of them. Mando halts his approach with one arm raised, their fist curled and the flamethrower on their gauntlet aimed at the reptilian’s chest.

“[This Hatchling Challenges Me.]”

“That is not what they did.”

“[It Is Old Enough to Mimic; It Is Old Enough to Fight.]”

“It wouldn’t be a fair fight.”

“[I Will Win.]”

“I wasn’t worried about you.”

“[The Victor Will Eat the Other, As Is Customary.]”

“The kid didn’t and doesn’t want to eat you.”

Kid: “I WILL IF I HAVE TO”

Mando: *exasperated sigh* “Can we all just take a moment and r e l a x here?”

“[Let the Hatchling Fight, Mando.]”

[providencediscord]

Hiding the snacks in the bottom cabinet again are we?

[eerilyshimmeringsilhouette]

[parkchanwoohoo]

[adz]

reddit is having a glitch where it puts the wrong captions over photos and it’s the only thing i care about right now

[dietspam16]

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish. 

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond. 

Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.

[yellow-hatco]

Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it

[221b-hound]

Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.

[kaffeepottwal]

[dalishious]

Making Up Elven Names

This is a compilation of some Dragon Age elven names I’ve been adding to sporadically. I was hoping to have a longer list before sharing it, but hey, I can always update and probably will.

Sources include the DA Wiki, Katie’s Best Guess at Elvhen, and this thread.

Keep reading

[providencediscord]

Hello my friend 💔

My family’s escaped Gaza, and bring them to safety

If you can read or share our fundraiser, it would mean the world 💛

Thank you so much 🙏 and my apologies if this ask is a bother.

@mohamad-family

Fuck off and read the tags dumbass

[izzy-hands]

Geraskier Incorrect Quotes [18/∞]

[writing-prompt-s]

An old woman will arrive at the station at 2:47 AM, she will not have enough money to pay the fare, let her in anyway. She will then board an unscheduled train at 3:00 AM. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO TURN HER AWAY UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.

[zrooper]

It was either a joke or some train executive's wife, that's what I thought when my manager gave me those specific instructions.

He proceeded to stress them again three more times during orientation. No biggie, I figured, and set a reminder on my phone for 2:45 just to be safe. Other than that I was just shown how to work the ticketing machine and where to find the spare D Batteries for the ancient flashlight they provided me with.

At 11:50 PM the last scheduled train departed. By 00:20 AM all the disembarked passengers had milled off. There was only one other person at the platform, a young homeless man missing a leg. Probably a veteran of one war or the other, there had been so many recently. He was sleeping on one of the benches. My manager had said I was to politely urge any passengers remaining after midnight to leave. He did not seem like a passenger so I let him sleep. It is how I was raised.

At 2:45 AM my alarm went off. I put aside my book, made sure my booth was tidy in case the executive's wife or mother or whoever would come was going to inspect it.

At 2:47 AM she was there.

I did not hear a car, nor approaching footsteps. The Babusia was simply there when she had not been before. A heavily wrinkled old woman, with a crooked nose and a scarf tied around her brittle-looking grey hair. A knobbly wooden walking stick was held by an equally knobbly left hand. She did not seem like the mother of some rich rail tycoon. She reminded me of my grandmother.

But I had never met my grandmother.

"One ticket, please." she requested in a firm voice, placing a small handful of coins on the counter without looking up at me. Most of the coins were obsolete Kopeks, and even counting those it was not enough for half a ticket, but as I was told before I nodded my head and accepted her money. "Of course. "

It suddenly occured to me that I was not told how to print a ticket for this unscheduled train. Before I could remark about it, I saw that the ticket was already at the mouth of the machine. It was green, with red lettering, something the black-and-white printer should not have made. But yet it did. The printing seemed in cyrillic of some sort, but I could not read it.

"Your ticket." I presented, and without thinking added "Do you require assistance to climb the platform stairs, grandmother?" It is how I was raised.

"Yes. Assist me." she replied curtly, beginning to shuffle slowly through the dark station towards the platform. I locked up my booth, and caught up with her just before the stairs. I switched on my heavy flashlight with my right hand, and offered the woman my right to brace herself. Her grip was strong. She probably would have had no issue climbing by herself, but assisting a grandmother was always the right thing to do, even when her sharp fingernails dug painfully into my palm.

We arrived at the platform. The clock hanging from the ceiling read 2:56. She released my hand and took a few steps, then looked at the sleeping man on the bench. "A friend of yours?" she asked. I thought about lying; if she was truly an executive's family, perhaps hosting a friend would be a lighter offense than turning a blind eye?

"No, grandmother." I responded truthfully. "He is not breaking the rules, so I left him alone." It is how I was raised.

The woman hummed. She seemed taller than before. Taller than me. The night draped her shoulders like a shaul and my torch did not reach it. Her gray hair shone like woven starlight, and her eyes were the night sky. I could not look away.

"You are a well-mannered girl." she said, her voice echoing in my ears like silence. She placed something small and hard in my hand.

A train arrived. It had only one car. I think it had a steam engine. It may have walked on chicken legs. I could not look at it.

The Grandmother boarded her train without another word. I was alone in a perfectly dull train station. Almost. The homeless woman behind me mumbled and stretched her legs in her sleep.

In my hand was a wrapped piece of hard candy.

[zrooper]

This makes me happy in particular because that's exactly what I was going for

[zrooper]

Every time someone leaves kind words in the comments it makes my day! Even if I don't reply to each and every one (mostly because I can't think of something to say usually) I love it, so thank you all!

[systlin]

So recently I discovered that there is a historical recreation group that runs a local park. That park is a old abandoned quarry that a local man bought and then started rebuilding historic buildings in. Like, an old doctor's office. An old farmhouse. A period blacksmith's shop. That sort of thing. He did this for 50 years, puttering around on the property happily and indulging his special interest in re creating period accurate nails and horseshoes. We stan a local flourishing autistic king.

ANYWAY. He donated it to the local city when he died and now a local historical reenactment society runs it. IDK why I didn't know about this because I got married there. The only recent revelation is that the reenactment society will accept, say, any local madwoman who messages them out of the blue going 'hey u need someone who can spin on a period wheel?'

Long story short, yes. The previous lady who could hand spin was 87 and died recently. Peacefully, of being 87, and they've been going mad trying to find someone else who knows how the fuck to refurbish and work a spinning wheel. I'm eyeballing Frigga rn hardcore for that 'hey I should google that place' thought.

HOWEVER. I encountered a reality check.

Namely, Liz, the lady who runs the group, texted me 'omg do you know how to work a loom?'

Me, who has been marinating in a bubble of fiber artists online for years; I mean not like super well? I've dabbled but I've not attempted anything more adventurous than a regular plain weave, fair warning.

Liz; what's a plain weave

Me; .....

Me; Okay so like what kind of loom is it.

Liz; it's a big one (sends a picture of an antique floor loom)

Me; oh shit six pedals, nice, well, the heddles look in good shape so...

Liz; what's a heddle

Me;

Me; Yes I can clean it, set it up properly, and warp it. What do you want to weave.

Liz, after sending about 48 delighted emojis; rag rugs to sell in the gift shop omg omg thank you so much it's so complicated looking all of us have been afraid to touch it

Me; this is that xckd relative familiarity comic isn't it

[neon-junkie]

A list of Mando’a words and phrases to use in your writing! (both fluffy and smutty)

Elek - Yes Lek - Yeah Nayc - No Jate - Good Ori'jate - Very good Dush - Bad Ner - My Bid - So Ori - Big, extreme, very Ra - Or Jatne - Best Daab - Down Shaadlar - Move Sheber - Sit Gedet'ye - Please Vo’re - Thanks Ba'gedet'ye - You’re welcome

Murcyur - Kiss Jatisyc - Deliscious Ka'rta - Heart or soul Ka'ra - Stars Tracinya - Flame Tracyn - Fire Kandosii'la - Stunning, amazing Dral - Bright, glowing, strong, powerful Cyar'ika - Darling, sweetheart Cyare - Beloved, loved Mesh'la - Beautiful Mirdala - Clever Verburyc - Loyal Yaihi'l - Full Iviin'yc - Fast, quickly Ekur - Choke Etyc - Dirty, filthy Haav - Bed Haavlaam - Bunk

Tion'jor - “Why?” Tion'tuur - “When?” Udesiir - “Relax, calm down, take it easy.” Copaani gaan? - “Need a hand?” Gar serim - “Yes, you’re right.” or “That’s it.” Ret'lini - “Just in case.” Me'copaani? - “What do you want?” “What would you like?” Haar'chak! - “Damn it!” Gal'gala - “Let me buy you a drink.” Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - “I love you,” literally “I will know you forever.”

[stimutax]

I’m legally required to post this every Halloween

[writing-prompt-s]

Everyone must make a pledge to God at 16 declaring what they live their lives for. Any contradiction to their pledge results in immediate death. Most pick simple pledges, like happiness or an occupation. On your 16th birthday, you made a pledge to usurp God. A voice echoed in you. “Interesting”

[writing-prompt-s]

This weapon requires someone worthy to wield it. You are not worthy. But it's the only weapon within reach, and there are people who need saving.

[providencediscord]

If I can't pull this fucker from a Stone to stop that spell, I'm swinging the whole damn thing like a mace, just watch me.

[annabelle--cane]

[scrolling through a fandom tag] wrong. wrong. incomprehensibly wrong. wrong but harmless. nice style and color palette but I don't care about that ship. mildly entertaining liveblog update. they whitewashed my girl :( . good joke, reblog. wro--well that's my mutual so I will politely look away. fifteen posts in a row by an innocent rp blog that I don't have the heart to block. take I agree with but op was annoying about it. chapter twenty-eight of a longfic wip. !! GOOD POST !!, instafollowed. bot. technically correctly tagged but uses this acronym for something completely different. museum worthy art piece by a sixteen-year-old from the philippines. wrong. wrong but in a new and exciting way that provokes thought.

[tim-official]

there are two competing sects on this website - one that uses the word "spicy" to mean "neurodivergent" and one that uses the word "spicy" to mean "sexual content." i do not like either of them

[anarcho-gamerist]

I use spicy to describe food

[catgirlforeskin]

my food is mentally ill and I’m putting my dick in it

[fruitviking]

Twilight

[unholyblissafterdark]

[geosabor]