Honey practices yoga and pilates, plays tennis, and cycles (or walks) everywhere if driving is an avoidable option. Olive Oyl jokes aside, the ingenuity she showcases with her chem-balls asks for a lot of physically strenuous work—skating across ice, jumping high, leaping far, landing correctly so her knees and ankles don’t shatter—she has a lot more stamina, and is much stronger, balanced, and capable than she appears. She’s gymnast-springy and circus-flexible, with a strong core and even stronger legs, though she may not look it (she’s a fan of layering up—she likes feeling cozy!). Underneath her cardigans and vintage 60s tent dresses she’s built like your typical yogi: trim, compact muscles, and flat, long planes.
While she can’t crush a man’s skull like a robin’s egg the way Gogo may be able to, she has a strong grip, and what she lacks in, say, durability, she makes up for in swiftness.
language proficiency (across most verses), with some commentary/HCs on language diversity in san fransokyo
Honey was raised in a trilingual household, so she grew up hearing English, Spanish, and Japanese. However, even in spite of living in such a diverse city as San Fransokyo, and having one parent fluent in the language, she’s not as proficient in Japanese as she is in English and Spanish.
Her paternal grandparents are a constant in her life since they live in the city (as do her parents), and between them and her father (all of whom are community organizers in SF’s Little LA, where they live, which was a staple in her childhood), Spanish became a far more dominant language in the Miyazaki-Bengochea household (her parents met at a Caribbean music night). Plus, weekends with her grandparents meant telenovelas on the T.V., baseball games on Spanish networks, and Spanish oldies—boleros, salsa, merengue—on the radio. While they’re bilingual, they speak almost exclusively in Spanish amongst family. This is why her pronunciation of words, even if they aren’t Spanish words, is Spanish (Hi-ro, foto).
Honey’s experiences with Japanese language and Japanese culture are through a blended Japanese-American lens. She’s learned to cook Japanese dishes, celebrates some holidays, and enjoys Japanese media, but she’s definitely an outsider when she visits her maternal grandparents in Fukuoka, being so obviously American, and so obviously mixed. It doesn’t help that her reading/writing comprehension is so-so at best. About the only thing she has going for her is her pronunciation (since Spanish and Japanese are similar phonologically).
This is actually a point of embarrassment for her, being the personal perfectionist that she is. Her mother insists that it isn’t a big deal, though she tries to help where she can. Her mother grew up in Japan and the U.S., so she’s a master code switcher and tends to forget (she’s also pretty proficient in Spanish; she’s skilled at language acquisition).
San Fransokyo is a diverse city with braided Japanese and U.S. American roots (will repeat: following the earthquake in San Francisco, Japan extended its earthquake tech innovations to the city and helped rebuild it), and being located in California there is a large, specifically Mexican American, presence—with Central American, Chinese, Filipino, and a growing Korean population.
Because of that, I posit that a Japanese Pidgin English exists (as it does in Hawaii). It differs greatly from standard Japanese, as I also headcanon that Mexico sent workers to help with the reconstruction of the city, so while not as great a presence as Japan at San Fransokyo’s inception, still prevalent enough to influence the Pidgin language that arose.
This Japanese Pidgin English is the language that Honey grew up around, and slang is dependent on what part of the city you’re in. This is also inspired by the language/accent exchange that tends to happen in big cities, like NYC and the surrounding boroughs and areas, and how it shifts depending on where you’re at and who you’re surrounded by.
And, while they teach Japanese in school, Honey opted out after entering middle school in order to take Latin instead, as she thought it would help her with her budding fascination in chemistry (it did, but she regrets this).
What does your muse carry in their pockets ?
( Repost, do not reblog ! )
(i did BAG because she wears pocketless skirts)
phone / long wallet / coin purse / hand sanitizer (a second, separate one for wasabi) / 2 tubes of lipstick, 1 tube of gloss / n a p k i n s (she mom-grabs) / phone (duh) / keys & key card / a planner / granola bar / hair bands / an assortment of bobby pins / wet wipes / emergency pair of earrings / collapsable selfie stick / gel pens / earbuds
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i don’t know why i get like this (yes i do, it’s called anxiety, lmao), but i always feel apprehensive about sharing my cross!verse thoughts publicly since they typically involve a select few RPers, and i don’t want to just...DUMP ON THEM (my brain translates this as being selfish, which makes no sense. whatever!). but! i’m feeling very ‘fucketh that’ right now, so i’m going to write ‘em out.
garrison!honey S5 thoughts
honey doesn’t find out commander holt is still alive from commander holt himself. in fact, she doesn’t find out right away--after all, there’s his wife he’s come home to, and messages to deliver to once-mourning parents, and a garrison--no, a planet--he has to warn. she’s not a priority. that isn’t to be disparage her place in their lives, but there’s clearly a lot going on--i wouldn’t expect her to be privy to any of it at first.
she finds out from colleen.
after everyone disappeared--died--she became even more of a staple at the holt’s home, for mrs. holt (because imagine losing your entire family--or at least believing that you did). honey is especially skilled at downplaying her grief for the benefit of others.
but, sue me: i love imagining the immensity of her joy at seeing mr. holt, sitting with him and colleen and getting to watch the video matt and katie made for their mom. commander holt knowing her well enough that, while shiro and keith didn’t make a video (presumably), he tells her that they’re alright (or as alright as they can be fighting an intergalactic war). and he’s so proud of all of them, that’s evident.
i’m not sure how easy commander holt’s return to the garrison will be considering what shiro went through--but he does have more clout. he does have shareable evidence, and honey would absolutely throw herself into the work that would follow (me brain: like being poached by weapons R&D!!!).
and, honestly, i just imagine her being not only happy, but hopeful for the first time in, what? 2 years? and carrying a blanket outside to lay under the stars, knowing they’re out there.
i know san francisco was rebuilt as san fransokyo following the 1906 earthquake, but that was well after the u.s. manifest destinied all over mexico with their stupidass war. considering SF irl is a major city and has a latinx presence, i’m going to assume san fransokyo also has a decent latinx presence.
all that being said, no one is going to fight me over my HC that san fransokyo has a little LA (latin america) and that they regularly shut down a couple of blocks for parades, block parties, and celebrations, including 3 kings’ day.
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