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merp-blerp · 10 months

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My updated opinions on Gaylor, from a lesbian Swiftie

Disclaimer: I will be linking to some Gaylor posts where I get my info; please do not attack anyone who made these post if you don’t agree with them. Just scroll away or click out of the post. And do the same with mine if you don’t agree with me. I don’t condone harassment of any kind to anyone who hasn’t done anything wrong.

So in this older reblog of mine, among others, I spoke out on my opinions on “Gaylor”, a sub-fanbase in the swiftie fandom based on the belief that Taylor Swift is a part of the LGBTQ+ community secretly, or half-secretly. However, my thoughts have evolved and I want to make my personal opinions clear. My feelings are always evolving and that’s okay. They may continue to change. This has been stuck in my drafts for months. I’ve always wanted to make this post since I began posting about Taylor so often around the pandemic, but for a while the time never felt quite right and more importantly my thoughts weren’t clear. Several events had made me want to make this post and I think I’m ready to finish and post this.

I’ve been a Taylor Swift fan since 2010, but I only began to consider myself a swiftie around 2018 because that’s when I started really looking into Taylor as a person. To me a swiftie is someone who not only occasionally listens to Tay’s most popular songs, but someone who is actively in the fandom and possibly knows some basic information on Taylor. At the very least, a swiftie knows more than what’s on the radio (doesn’t mean that you’re not a “real fan” if you’re not a swiftie by my definition of one). When I started to enter the fandom, trying to learn info on Tay, the first pieces of it I saw were the Kaylors, because I’m gay and my internet algorithm knew that all too well. I actually thought it was true at the time, in the sense that I didn’t know it was a theory and thought that it was just some info I didn’t know. I remember being confused on why I had never heard about Taylor’s girlfriend Karlie Kloss before. Once I leaned it was just a theory I somewhat distanced myself from that side of the fandom because I didn’t want to get too wrapped up in a conspiracy theory. I was literally in a class that was all about not doing that at the time.

I continued my journey to do my research and felt confident enough to call myself a swiftie by 2020. I started seeing what I now know were just fragments of how some typical swifties view Gaylors. Some seemed distant and unassociating (not really homophonic, though), so I felt subconsciously reassured to continue my semi distant nature towards them. When Kit Conner’s unfortunate outing happened I felt even more validated. I didn’t want to think Gaylors were bad, but I didn’t know what to really think of them and continued to stay distant. I’ve always respected respectful Gaylors. Eventually Jaylor/Toe broke up. I made a post about how this breakup affected me at the time. I am admittedly a very hopeless romantic. The general narrative of Jaylor/Toe was something I really connected to when it came to my wants for my own love life. So it effected me pretty greatly. But it did help open me to looking more into Gaylors. Maybe I was trying to get my hopeless romantic fix somewhere. But really I think I just felt free to do so while Taylor was publicly single; like I wasn’t “disrespecting” any relationship by doing so. I had already thought about looking into the Gaylors before, to the point where my paranoid anxiety disorder very very briefly wondered if I jinked Jaylor, so my Gaylor research wasn’t necessarily connected to the breakup. It just kicked it into full gear.

So, the idea of Kaylor to me. Pretty cute! It’d be a great story. And I think some theories are cool. There are some that don’t make sense to me, but there are some that are super interesting. I saw one that theorized that Taylor burning down the lover house was representative of her burning down this albums 1-10 era we’re closing in on so that the next era can begin with her entering a new phase in her career. Presumably in this theory, a phase where she’s out and gets to write songs about the people she wants to. I’ve seen the coincidences/Koincidences. All that sounds possible. I also get that Jaylor/Toe had inconsistencies in it’s assumed narrative, likely ‘cause you never know the full story of anything when it comes to celebs. I’ve heard the audio of Jack seemingly slipping up during that one interview. Yes, “Wonderland” could totally be about Dianna Agron. Yes, I want to take my future girlfriend to Big Sur now—what’s it to ya—it looks so cozy and sweet. Karlie and Taylor’s pasts are arguably more “parallel lines” than Taylor and Joe’s. I see the queer-coding and get that speculating Tay’s sexuality is arguably not invasive because that’s how queer people find each other in real life. We look for codes in other people. Hints they might give that they are queer. That’s a historical thing we do. She might queer-code a lot. I also see the evidence that Karlie didn’t betray Taylor (had no clue all this time the main source of evidence was Perez Hilton—the fuck? That’s not a good source). I also know that a lot of Taylor’s friends have referenced Gaylor lore very loudly, insinuating that Taylor doesn’t mind the theories. I’ve seen a lot. There is so much, and honestly, it’s fun to imagine all of this being right. I think it’s a possibility.

After all this research and contemplating, the only things I don’t care for in the fandom is the seemingly making fun of Taylor’s ex’s or beards that didn't do anything wrong to her. I don’t get what’s gained by calling Joe Alwyn rude names or censoring his name like it’s a curse word. I get and agree that bearding still happens and it’s super wrong, and you can hate what Joe might’ve represented in Taylor’s life if she’s gay and being closeted by managers or something similar to that. But why hate him or tease him personally? Especially since I’ve also seen some, typically half-hearted theories that Joe is also queer. Wouldn’t it be hypocritical to adore a closeted artist you admire, but personally hate her also queer closeted beard because… he gets in the way of a ship or narrative? Or because, by no fault of his own, Hollywood has a broken system that forces fake dating? Hate the industry, not him. Yes, he’s pretty aloof, to the point where when you tease him it feels like teasing a blank slate, but he is a human being with feelings. Maybe it’s the sensitive bullied kid in me, but it doesn’t seem light-hearted or no big deal to me. I’m not mad yet, just confused. Am I missing something or is sarcasm going over my head? Genuinely asking. This is really just a swiftie problem I think, as it happens in the general fandom too for similar reasons. I know this isn’t everyone in the fandom though.

I also don’t agree with the more… intense theories, such as Karlie’s son Levi (and her currently upcoming baby) isn’t real or not actually her’s. Or that she isn’t really Jewish and it’s all just a part of the bearding. That feels odd. Just… I feel uncomfortable touching that. Gaylors who believe these things seem to be in the minority though. I don't think being queer has much to do with being Jewish. Maybe she just wanted to convert and Josh also happened to be Jewish as well. And maybe Taylor could be like Levi’s stepmom-type figure and Josh is more like a sperm donor or something—I dunno…

If Taylor outright said that she was straight personally I wouldn’t label her as a queer-baiter because it’s not baiting to exist as you are. I think straight and/or cis people should feel comfortable with expressing things like gender-nonconformity or doing things like enjoying rainbows, and the fact that most don’t is rooted in that homophobia thing we’ve been trying to fight against since the 60s. And in my opinion real people can’t queerbait. But I get that this topic is a very nuanced one that can touch a nerve and you’re allowed to disagree with me.

I should also mention that all these opinions are exclusive to Gaylor. I’m not deep enough in other fandoms like the One Direction/Larry Stylinson or Fifth Harmony/Camren fandoms to really say anything on them specifically.

So am I a Gaylor now? I don’t know. Legitimately, do I get to call myself that? I do love, and always have loved, queer interpretations of Taylor’s music and other forms of media. I’m also confident in saying that I’m open to both Gaylor narratives and general narratives about Taylor being true. I can’t take either side as fully the truth while the other’s a lie, not because I’m shunning one of them, but because that just not how I work as a person. Nothing ever feels definitive to me unless it’s a fact in my face. I’m very factual. Not shunning Gaylors, this is just how I work. Would that count as a Gaylor? I truly don’t know.

So, Gaylors, I hope I was respectful enough to your community. If I said anything off, or anything that misrepresented your community, please kindly let me know and educate me. I’m still learning. I’m very sorry some of the swifties in this fandom are homophonic trash. I had no clue it was that bad till I saw what some people left behind in your post. Uncalled for. Taylor, queer or not, would not approve. Shade never made anybody less gay. If you’re a bigot what are you even doing in this fandom? Gaylors, just know you guys are safe with me.

Except me to now have a mix of general swiftie post and Gaylor post reblogged here (if I didn’t do that already—I might’ve without fully realizing). Thanks for reading and being respectful and kind!

🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

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jcisthebestfightme · 4 years

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BJYX Song #2: Nan Hai (Boy)

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Okay dd, I promised I will write Nan Hai for you so here we go.

Disclaimer: My own thoughts only. I overthink. Don’t take this seriously.

This song is so complicated to analyze because dd changed the lyrics multiple times. I initially didn’t believe in the lyrics changing thing but I went back to watch the videos carefully and if you look at his mouth’s shape, the lyrics are definitely changed. And “ending CAN be changed” is super clear, which mean it’s not completely delusional to think he changed “thinking of you” to “meeting you”.

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I think I will start with the original lyrics but also talk about why he changed the lyrics at where he did.

曾经意外他和他相爱 (Once upon a time, by accident, he fell in love with her/him)

在不会犹豫的时代 (In a time where people to do hesitate [to fall in love])

To me, the “accident” refers to love at first sight. We know that dd claims to fall in love at first sight and many clues (similar WB post, asking for wechat, handgun etc.) points to dd at least being attracted to gg at first sight. I think for “Nan hai” to fit, we must subscribe to the 2017 meeting love at first sight theory. The reason being dd singing this song first on 3/30/2018, which is 2 days after knowing he will play LWJ but before he got to know gg personally. It’s also possible he already likes this song and then later realize it fits gg and gave it to him. But then that means he’s thinking of someone else when he loves this song so much. And then he gave this song to gg? Wouldn’t he betraying that other person when he willing, unprompted gave the song to gg? This is why I stand the 2017 love at first sight.

The “accident” can also be referring to falling in love or being attracted with a guy. It’s definitely not very conventional and for dd who was only 19 when meeting gg, it must’ve been a surprise. This theme also carries on to the next line, “in a time where people don’t hesitate”. I think this also points to homosexuality in this context because it’s talking about a time where people are more open. The original lyrics probably just refers to people being more open to dating in modern times.

以为明白 (I thought I understood)

所以爱得痛快 (So I loved very straightforwardly)

一双手紧紧放不开 (A pair of hands, unwilling to let go)

I’m under the assumption that gg and dd did not actually stay in contact after meeting in 2017. The reason being that if adding the WeChat is true, then it’s also true they said in an interview that they already added WeChat and never talked. If they did talk, they would try to hide this fact and not mention the already being friends on WeChat at all. With that in mind, I think this part of the lyrics that original is describing a past relationship that he can’t let go of doesn’t fit our story in March 2018. We can only say that dd may be referring to his naiveness and that he “thought he understood” love so he’s more straightforward about his love. “A pair of hands unwilling to let go” may be about how he’s not willing to let go of gg, thus being persistent.

In summer 2019 when dd mentions this song again, dd may be talking about his initial bluntness when approaching gg. We can see in the bts how obvious he is about his adoration. But over time, he probably learned that love is more than just telling the other person. Because of their status and environment, they often have to hide their love so it can no longer be as straightforward so it was in the beginning. But even then, he’s still unwilling to let go of gg.

心中的执着与未来 (The persistence and future in my heart)

In March 2018, the “persistence” matches with dd’s persistence to try to get close to gg. He was persistent about getting the role of LWJ, putting in his picture twice and then auditioning in person. The “future” refers to the unknown that will come with filming CQL. In summer 2019, the “persistence” is his willingness to keep fighting for their relationship even though it’s hard. The “future” at this point has more longevity and is about them spending their life together.

忘不了你的爱 (I can’t forget your love)

但结局难更改 (But the ending cannot be changed)

The original lyrics here is the singer who already broke up with his lover and is reminiscing about their love. He’s sad that he cannot change their ending. In March 2018, dd is probably referring to not being about to forget gg even though they only met briefly. When he sang this song on 3/30/18, he changed “cannot” to “can”. He knew that he will be playing LWJ already so he’s changing his own ending by pursuing this role. Not surprise our little lion cub has decided to take destiny into his own hands and change a tragic ending into a happy one.

In ttxs recording in July, 2019, “忘不了你的爱 (I can’t forget your love)” is the line that he purposefully wrote, and then looked at gg right afterwards. This means that this is the line that stuck out to him the most at this point in time. He’s telling gg that he will remember their love for the rest of their life. Compare this to June 2018 where when prompted to sing the song, he chose to sing the first line “曾经意外他和他相爱 (Once upon a time, by accident, he fell in love with her/him)”. At that point, their love is just the beginning of the story and it’s more just dd falling for gg. Now in 2019, their relationship has developed into not being able to forget each other.

我没能把你留下来 (I couldn’t make you stay)

更不像他能给你一个期待的未来 (Unlike him/her, who could give you a expected future)

那幼稚的男孩 (That childish boy)

The original meaning of going through a breakup doesn’t fit again. But I think the second line refers to homosexuality. Dd feels like he can’t give gg an “expected future” because of their gender. Here, I think he’s coming himself to a girl, any girl, that can give gg what others may call a “complete, happy family.”

He can also be insecure about his age. Since he’s much younger, he’s not sure what kind of future he can give gg. The “childish boy” refers to himself. Dd has always been insecure about his age compare to gg, evident whenever gg calls him a “kid”. (Fun fact: “That boy with a mole” is a homophone here so people joke he’s actually referring to gg.)

你的关怀一直随身携带 (Your caring, I bring it with me everywhere)

无人的地方再打开 (I open it [the caring] only when no one is already)

Here, I think it’s amazing that dd may not have known gg well at that point but can already tell he’s a very caring person. And in my own opinion, I think gg’s meticulous care for dd is what makes dd falls hard for him.

想问你现在 (I want to ask if right now)

是否忧伤不再 (you are no longer sad)

像躺在阳光下的海 (Just like the ocean under the sun)

像用心涂抹的色彩 (like colors painted with love)

让你微笑起来勇敢起来 (Let you smile again, brave again)

Here, there are coincidental reference to gg: painted colors because is an artist and smile because gg has a beautiful smile.

On dd’s birthday in 2019, gg was in Abu Dhabi and he posted an image of the ocean on instagram. The photo was time stamp at 17:52, which is 1:52pm in Abu Dhabi. If you on QQ, the time at “1:52” of “Nan Hai” is the “just like ocean under the song”. I can just imagine gg, looking at the ocean on dd’s birthday, thinking of him, thinking of his favorite song and taking a photo of it and sharing it. It’s definitely something I would do but would be too afraid no one will understand. And gg is known to do this, as pointed out by his solo fans. He timestamp a song lyrics from the album Kepler for his fans (see Analysis of Blue Sky White Cloud.)

想你就现在 (Thinking of you now)

想你每当我又徘徊 (Thinking of you whenever I waver/wonder)

This is the part dd changed from “thinking” to “meeting” when he sang this song (4/2), the day before meeting gg for the first time on set (4/3). This is like fate has given him a second chance of meeting. To me, the way he sang this part is full of gratitude and unwillingness to let go of this love again.

所有遗憾的都不是未来 (All regrets are in the past, they are not conducive for our future)

所有爱最后都难免逃不过伤害 (All love will have some inevitable pain)

不必再重来 (It doesn’t need to be repeat)

This part gives me a lot of hope. The original lyrics is trying to use this part to let go of this past relationship and move on. However, I think to dd, it means that they have a bright future ahead of them that he’s not willing to let go. In 2019, it can mean that whatever pain/misunderstanding they may have in the past year, they will move on to the future together. What is interesting is that the third line doesn’t specify “they.” Is it the “pain” that cannot be avoided or the “love” that they shared that should not be repeated? I think the original song’s meaning is the past love but for ggdd, it’s the any pain in their journey.

现在我只希望疼痛来得更痛快 (Right now I just want the pain to come faster)

反正不能够重来 (Since [this love] cannot be redone)

In the original song, this ending implies that the singer has decided to wrap up this relationship with a nice bow and let go of it completely since he has determined they will not get together. What about ggdd? Their love hasn’t/can’t/won’t end, right? So what did dd do when he sang this song in April, 2018? He didn’t sing these two lines at all! He left the recording right before when this will come up in the song. He basically sang the whole song (the beginning was cut off but it seems like he was singing before the clip started) but left right before the very end. Why? Is it because he knows this love is not going to be in the past? Is it because he’s unwilling to ever let go of it?

You can argue that maybe he stop singing because he forgot the lyrics or that his throat was hurting (you can see him cough afterwards.) However, he was already lip-syncing some parts towards the end of the bridge. He could’ve continue to do so until the song ends, which is what people would logically do since it’s almost over. Probably my own delusional thinking again LOL

This is probably the most complicated analysis I’ve ever done since dd sang it during multiple time points and he changed the lyrics. But after writing this, I believe in their love even more, especially if you think about when and why he chose to sing certain parts and leave out others. Overall, I think this song is dd feeling insecure about his age and gender to be able to give gg a stable future. There’s definitely pain in this song but also a lot of love. Dd, you are the most passionate “nan hai” and will be loved by the passionate “nan hai.”

#bjyx #yizhan #nan hai

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caelum-in-the-avatarverse · 5 years

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Names!

Right so one of my favorite things about character development is the NAMING so now that I’ve completely fallen in love with The Rise of Kyoshi let’s take a look and see if FC Yee has any hidden meanings for us...

I’m not a language expert and I don’t speak anything besides English, but I do know how to do a quick bit of research. If anyone has any insights or knowledge to share, please do!

I generally use Mandarin Tools to look up Mandarin/pinyin definitions and CantoDict to look up Cantonese/jyutping, if anyone wants to check my work. Wiktionary can be pretty helpful too.

Kyoshi

Using the characters 虛子, Kyoshi’s name means “empty child,” which is...wow. Ouch. Bryke probably named her that before they knew what her backstory was, but wow is that apt. Anyway, that’s how her name appears on the mural in her shrine during Avatar Day. This version was also the pen name of Japanese poet Takahama Kiyoshi.

However, her name is written differently on her statue. The characters on her fans are 京士 and mean “capital samurai.”

Rangi

Rangi seems to be a Maori name that means “sky.” In the Maori mythos, Rangi is the god of the sky and the husband of the earth goddess.

That seems to be the best bet for Rangi’s name. While ran and rang are both pinyin for various characters in Mandarin, and gi is jyutping for a character in Cantonese, I don’t think they’d mix the two languages. I guess it might work if there’s a Mandarin suffix -i that acts as an extra syllable or a modifier or something that I don’t know about (likely) that doesn’t have a hanzi character (not sure if likely...?). Or if this is one of those instances in Avatar names where they kinda like...take the idea of the pinyin word and tweak it. But I think there’s a good chance Rangi’s name isn’t Chinese in origin.

Yun

There are a lot of Chinese characters that transliterate into the pinyin yun and without accent marks it’s hard to tell which one, exactly, they were going for - but I think the one that fits best is 允, which means “just, fair, to permit.” Another character for it is 殞, which means “perish, die.” :( Though I think it bears mentioning that there’s also 雲, which means “cloud,” and he’s from Makapu - the village where Aunt Wu will read fortunes in the clouds centuries later. ;)

Jianzhu

Okay I found a great page that gives us three decent options for Jianzhu’s name. I’m pretty sure the first character would be 建, which means “ to establish; to found; to set up; to build; to construct.” Given the fact that he’s the glue holding the Earth Kingdom together and that he has fantastic networking skills, it’s a very good fit. 筑 also means “build” and when you enter 建筑 into Google translate, you get “building.” Which is nicely symbolic - Jianzhu’s entire character is tied up into what he’s made of himself, his network of support, his cruel dedication in holding the Earth Kingdom together - and, on a more literal note, the house he built to keep the Avatar in. His earthbending style can be very architecture-based as well - the bridge he builds in mid-air to stop the pirate ships, for one. Not to mention the fact that he dies while literally trying to tear down a building.

BUT, there is also 僭主, which means “tyrant/usurper,” which is pretty perfect, even though I doubt his parents named him that. :P Still, I find that when naming my OCs, pinyin gives me a fun two-for-one advantage when it comes to meaningful names, so I wouldn’t be surprised if FC Yee was thinking of both meanings for this character.

And then there’s 箭竹, the second half of the name 龙头箭竹, longtou jianzhu, which is a species of bamboo. Jianzhu’s bending style kind of makes me think of splintered wood flying about, so I think it’s fitting.

Hei-Ran

A quick Google search shows that Hei-Ran may be Korean in origin, and may mean “graceful orchid.” However that’s just a bunch of baby name websites, and I don’t always trust those. Wiktionary shows that the Hangul syllable ran 란 does indeed mean “orchid” though, so they could be on to something. I can’t find a Hangul syllable that is hei. There’s hye 혜 which is part of eunhye 은혜 which means “grace” according to Google translate.

Mandarin gives us hei 黑 for “black, dark,” and a few options for ran including 然 for “correct” and 燃 for “burn, combustion.”

Kelsang

Seems to mean “good fortune, auspicious” in Tibetan. INTERESTINGLY, it was the name of the 7th Dalai Lama Kelzang Gyatso, who was identified as the real Dalai Lama while the 6th Dalai Lama was on the throne. The current Dalai Lama was actually a politically-sanctioned imposter who took the place of mysteriously-disappeared actual 6th Dalai Lama Tsangyang Gyatso, and Kelzang Gyatso was declared the true reincarnation. All this drama surrounding an improperly-identified reincarnating political figure sounds pretty familiar, hm? Kelzang Gyatso was apparently known for spontaneously composing poetry.

Kirima

Okay so fyi looking up Native American names is a pain because half the time they aren’t actually real. Back in the days of dime novel Westerns, white authors made up random words and assigned random meanings to them and called it a day. Then the baby name websites picked up those random names with random meanings and listed them as fact.

That said, it is possible that Kirima or some variant means “hill.”

Wong

Wong seems to be Cantonese, and can be jyutping for a lot of characters. However, the character 黃 is referred to as “big belly wong” when you need to differentiate between homophones, because it resembles a person with a big belly. Given Wong’s size and stature, I would say it’s a good fit for him. 黃 is a family name that means “yellow.”

Lek

From what I can tell, lek seems to be a Thai word เล็ก that means “small.” This is both really cute and really sad. Though I guess it could also relate to the fact that his weapon of choice is tiny projectiles.

Lao Ge

Lao and ge can be pinyin for lots of things. Fitting possibilities for lao include 醪, which can mean an alcoholic beverage in general, or 嘮, which means “to chatter,” but there’s lots of other options. Ge could be 轕 for “confused, disorderly” or 嗝 for “hiccup, belch,” both of which fit in with Lao Ge’s lackadaisical persona. However, 挌 means “fight” and 隔 means “to separate, cut off, divide” and given how often he splits off from the group to engage in his other job, that’s fitting too.

But of course Lao Ge isn’t his real name. His real name is Tieguai.

Li Tieguai, or Iron Crutch Li, is one of the Eight Immortals of Chinese legend. The name Tieguai 鐵拐 literally means “iron crutch.” I’m not sure what he’s doing in the Avatarverse as an assassin.

#the rise of kyoshi #the rise of kyoshi spoilers #kyoshi #rangi #yun #jianzhu #hei ran #kelsang #kirima #wong #lek #lao ge #caelum rambles #caelum does research

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justheretobreakthings · 5 years

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Voltron Ship Names - REVIEWED

Klance

Not good. Seriously, Lance gets his whole name in there and then we just slap a K onto the beginning and call it a day? This was not thought through at all. And the common alternative ‘Laith’ is a Scottish variation of ‘loathe’, which bodes terribly for the ship’s chances of successful relationshipness. I propose: Klanth. Evens it out a bit, and it’s fun to say.

Sheith

Better. It’s a homophone of “sheath”, which, for these two melee fighters, is thematically relevant. However, I still think that ‘Kiro’ is a cuter word. Unfortunately, thematic relevance wins the day.

Shance

Again, not bad. Although it’s not an exact homophone, it still sounds quite a bit like ‘enchants’, which is nice for a ship name, and all the sibilant consonants makes the word seem rather mysterious. Approved.

Shallura

Eh, I’m torn. Shiro gets two letters of his name in there rather than just one, which is nice, but I feel like the alternatives are under-explored. What about Alliro? That sounds like something I might name a rogue character in a tabletop game who multiclassed in bard.

Hunay

Slightly awkward. It feels like it’s a variation of ‘Honey’, said in some sort of unidentifiable accent - with emphasis on the first syllable - but the long ‘a’ vowel really should be the emphasized syllable in a word. But then it just sounds liking you’re trying to mispronounce ‘honey’ for comedic effect, and that’s kinda sad. But what are our alternatives? Shunk? Hay? Hunay wins by virtue of its competition being completely terrible.

Allurance

Once again we run into the problem of awkwardness regarding which syllable should be more emphasized - the ‘lur’ or the ‘ance’? Whichever one you go with, the other feels out of place. Lanceura or Allancea are more pleasing phonetically, but not in terms of spelling, since the ‘e’ needs to be kept with the ‘c’ in order to make the consonant soft, but it looks like it should be pronounced alongside the vowel immediately following it. I dunno, man.

Shatt

What the fuck? What the fuckity fuck is this garbage? Shatt? Seriously?! As in ‘shat’, as in the past tense of ‘shit’? Guys, there are some shitty ships in this fandom (Lance/Kaltenecker shippers, don’t interact with me ever) but this is not one of them and it does not deserve this sort of negative publicity. No. None of this. It’s Mattashi now.

Adashi

I like this one. It uses both of the names effectively and the word is melodious. And it’s leagues better than the alternative ‘Shadam’, which sounds like ‘shat ‘em’, so, there we go.

Heith

Although it’s not bad, the fact that a lot of people in the fandom have started using ‘Heath’ as Keith’s dad’s name creates confusion. (I personally am in favor of Kurt for Keith’s dad’s name, to keep up with the K theme, but I digress.) The alternative ‘Kunk’ is terrible, though. I think in this case we should forgo the first names altogether and instead go for the fanon surnames. Kogarrett. Think about it.

Lancelot

Okay, look, I get what people were going for with this, but it doesn’t work. The ‘lot’ in the name ‘Lancelot’ is pronounced with a short ‘o’, while the ‘lot’ in ‘Lotor’ is pronounced with a long ‘o’, so really Lotor’s name got a very raw deal in this one. Lantor would make much more sense.

Hidge

Works fine and I appreciate the fact that the fandom has decided to differentiate between the romantic Hidge and the platonic Punk. Passes.

Veronacxa

Honestly, who the fuck picked this as the ship name for the pairing? How do you pronounce this? Do you emphasize the second syllable, or third? Or both? Either way, it’s horribly unwieldy. Go ahead, try and say it out loud. There’s no way to pronounce it that doesn’t feel super awkward and forced. It should be Acxonica.

Lotura

Another good name. Both Lotor and Allura get three letters in the mix and it can be pronounced naturally without having to change any of the vowel sounds to make it work. Good job on this one.

Katt

Although the name is fine in and of itself, it runs into an issue due to the fact that, based on the existence of Kosmo and Bae Bae, it can be assumed that Keith and Matt are both dog people, so giving them a ship name that’s a homophone of ‘cat’ seems rude. The logical alternative would be Meith, but consider, for a moment: Math.

Romura

A nice, melodious name. Not to mention that it rhymes with Ōmura, a city in Japan with a major refractory brick manufacturing industry and which hosted the official 2011 Asian Basketball Championship for Women. This has absolutely no bearing on anything.

Jaith/Jeith

They’re both so lame that the fandom can’t even decide which one to use because it’s hard to choose between the lesser of two evils. In this case, I suggest going with the surnames again, giving us the ship name: Koffin. It’s a metaphor.

Plance

Like the formidable Klance, this ship name thinks that the proper way to do a portmanteau is to just plop one letter from Pidge’s name in front of the entirety of ‘Lance’. Yes, there are more puns available from this ship name - watering one’s Plance has become acceptable Voltron jargon - but the fact remains that Pince would make more sense. Especially considering that a ‘pince’ can be a type of fastener, which suggests a theme of inseparability.

Keitor

I can’t help but notice that this sounds incredibly similar to ‘keytar’, which makes sense as the keytar was only relevant back in the 1980′s, just like this ship.

Shurtis

Not exactly the most dignified-sounding word in the world, but this sounds like how people an hour’s drive southeast of my hometown would pronounce ‘sure this’, which as a phrase isn’t particularly meaningful but at least has a positive connotation, which works for the ship name. I’ll take it.

Coralfor

I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea what the ship name for Coran/Alfor is. I tried googling a bunch of variations and I got diddly squat. Alforan, Corfor, Alfan. Anyway, Coralfor is the best of the bunch, so I’m gonna go ahead and pretend it’s the most widely-accepted ship name.

Zezor

Okay, I have never actually seen anyone use this tag on a fic or post, but the shipping wiki has a page for it, and I think it should see wider use, because it’s a great ship name. Zezor. Go ahead, say it out loud. Zezor. Zezor. It’s fun!

Shklunk

Stop.

#vld shitpost #vld ships #voltron ships #voltron shitpost

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jewish-education · 6 years

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Hey, is Jewish American princess an offensive term? -a Jew with little knowledge about these things

The term “Jewish American Princess” or its abbreviation, “JAP” is references a stereotype founded in antisemitism and misogyny. I don’t think it can be reclaimed because I don’t think there’s much of a positive spin to these stereotypes.

I don’t think it’s ever okay for non-Jews or Jewish men to use the word. They aren’t in a position to reclaim the word. And their using it reflects antisemitism (internalized or otherwise) and misogyny. When non-Jews or Jewish men use the term, I generally shut them down.

However, I generally don’t speak up when other Jewish women use the term around only other Jewish women. I personally don’t think it’s right for Jewish women to use the term, but –disclaimer– I sometimes use it myself. I really do know a few Jewish women people who fit the stereotype, and sometimes I need a way to say “X reflects on Jewish people poorly by seeming like a ‘JAP.’” Or maybe I need to stop the lashon hara.

Below the cut are some reasons why I don’t think the word “Jewish American Princess” is okay.

Antisemitism often feminizes Jewish men and masculinizes Jewish women. The JAP stereotype masculinizes Jewish women in a several harmful ways:

JAPs are rude. JAPs are bossy (over inconsequential things, I’m all for reclaiming Jewish women as powerful in other ways).

JAPs reject feminine “duties” like cooking and cleaning. (Not bad to reclaim this actually, except for the fact it’s spun as lazy.)

The sexuality of a JAP is beyond male control; she is frigid, or occasionally very sexual. (I like the beyond male control bit, but the rest…)

Antisemitism also views Jewish people as subtly infiltrating “white society.” The word JAP reflects the fear of infiltration, while showing JAPs as trying too hard to fit in.

JAPs are wealthy and flaunt it to try and fit in. For example, they wear clothing that is overly trendy to the point of tacky.

A JAP’s beauty is artificial, never natural. She has a nose job to be beautiful and cares a lot about her appearance.

JAPs lack an understanding of social norms (re rude)

A JAP is lazy. (Jews as parasites of “white society”)

A JAP as manipulative. (Jews as trying to game the system and infiltrate “white society.”)

JAPs as having an identifying accent (preventing them from fitting in and being proper).

If you don’t believe me on this one, think about the connotation differences between “WASP” and “JAP.”

I’m all for reclaiming and loving how Judaism and Jewish culture structure gender, but I don’t think JAP does that. I don’t think characteristics of “a JAP” are positive ones in Jewish values or otherwise.

Use of the word JAP also creates some problems for Jewish girls and women themselves:

The JAP stereotype may encourage Jewish girls and women to break the stereotype. Which doesn’t sound so bad, does it? Well, it can be. She might feel pressured to be quiet and polite so no one thinks she’s a rude, bossy JAP. Or to have sex so no one thinks she’s a prude JAP. Or worry that caring about fashion makes her a vapid JAP.

The JAP stereotype may also discourage Jewish girls and women from breaking it. (I know this is the exact opposite of the first, but we’re talking different people having different reactions.) She may feel discouraged from pursuing interests in the outdoors or in STEM. It also might discourage her from appearing intellectual or belonging to an “alternative” culture (punk, nerd, etc.).

Lastly, the JAP stereotype erases Jewish girls and women who fall outside it. Most clearly, it erases those without economic privilege. But it also erases Jewish women who aren’t white-passing/Ashkenazi or who are queer.

Here are a few more articles with thoughts on the term JAP, including it’s history and roots:

“The Slur That Won’t Go Away” by Kayla Green (Moment Magazine) - a history of the word “JAP”

“Is It OK to Use the Term “Jewish American Princess”?” by Judy Bolton-Fasman (JewishBoston) - perspectives on the word JAP

“What Happened to the Jewish American Princess” by Amy Keyishian (Kveller) - some personal anecdotes on the word “JAP” and its archetype

“'Girls,’ Sex and the All New JAP” By Emily Shire (Forward) - a perspective on the complexities being introduced to JAP- archetyped characters in modern media

“From ‘Kike to Jap’: How misogyny, anti-semitism, and racism construct the Jewish American Princess“ by Evelyn Torton Beck - please don’t be intimidated by the fact this is an academic article, it’s one of the most insightful and clear perspectives I found

Reclaiming the word “JAP” is complicated for another reason. When said aloud “JAP” sounds exactly like “jap” (X X). I’ve talked about this homophone issue with an Asian-American friend (not of Japanese descent) who felt it wasn’t Jewish people’s place to reclaim the word because of the dual-slur problem. I’d be happy to hear the thoughts of any Asian-American (especially Japanese-American) Jewish folks, but right now I agree with my friend that it isn’t fair to reclaim at least the acronym.

As I said, the word “JAP” is complicated and I’d be happy to hear from anyone on jumblr with opinions. I’m also expecting some reasonable criticism for using the world myself…thank you for giving me something to think about as we head towards Elul.

#Anonymous #jewish american princess #misogyny #american jews #U.S. Jews #Canadian Jews #(I've seen the same stereotype in a Canadian context so gonna tag y'all)#U.S.#U.S.A.#antisemitism #ask the followers #jewish identity #I could keep writing this but I'm just going to post

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virmillion · 6 years

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Some Kind of Magical - Chapter 8

Chapter 7 / Chapter 9 / Masterpost / ao3

Warnings: Blood mention (not severe), food mention, fighting a monster animal, let me know if you have any more

Words: 4708

The last time Roman was awake this early, Pib had accidentally set their shared room on fire with a flaming fox experiment. They swore the mixture was controlled and the equations foolproof, but the charred remains of Roman’s closet door said otherwise. Long story short, Roman was out of the house before the sun rose, and he did not much appreciate it.

They don’t share a room anymore.

“Thyrrak, in the name of all that Ceth gazes upon, I am going to hang you by your feet on the board if you don’t pay attention.” Myjhyrr Pentheon taps a pencil on the board meaningfully, drawing a circle around an equation. “The answer, if you would.”

“It represents the average change in velocity from time ‘t’ equals three to time ‘t’ equals seven.” Roman allows a bored tone, perfected through years of practice, to slip into his voice. He may not understand a word of what he’s saying, but sure as Ceth shines bright in the night can he fake it. If nothing else, it’s nice for people to think he’s smart and focused, even if he’s more concerned with running his thumbnail over the folded piece of paper in his pocket.

“Oh. Okay. Well, yes. Very nice, Thyrrak. Thank you.” With a wink and a shrug, Roman’s attention returns to the notes on his desk. Entirely blank, mind you, save for the lazy doodles in the margins. To even call them doodles is mostly lip service—they’re more like vain attempts at putting pencil to paper while fighting the urge to fall asleep. In case it wasn’t blatantly obvious, Roman is losing that fight. Miserably.

Roman continues to lose this fight several times over, his eyes nearly crusted shut by the time lunch rolls around. Thinking back to that lost breakfast apple, his stomach floods with hunger and remorse. He should have at least grabbed a banana to go with it while he had the chance, since Pib is certain to tear through them all once they find the basket, leaving Roman empty handed.

When he finally makes it to the trudging lunch line, all of the bananas are gone. Such is the way of life.

“Thanks so much,” Roman says, pulling his loaded tray from the counter. Making his way to the usual table, he swerves his shoulders to and fro in a desperate effort to keep the precarious stack upright. Just as he reaches his seat, the whole thing crashes down, containers and utensils flying every which way.

“Need some help there?” Patton asks. He sweeps an arm over the table, knocking debris from past uncleaned lunches aside. “Here’s your fruit cup, your milk carton, and your obligatory napkin that no one uses.” Roman barely manages to grunt his gratitude, which his tired mind assumes to be an acceptable medium of appreciation. “How’s your day been, kiddo?”

“Everything sucks and I want to go home.” Propping his chin on the table, Roman slouches and listlessly drags a spoon in circles around his styrofoam tray. “Why were you and Logan up so early, anyway?”

“That’s on a need to know basis,” Logan says, appearing out of nowhere with his own tray. “Do you need to? No.”

“Maybe you should leave the wordplay to Patton,” Roman says. His opinion loses all credibility as Patton bounces in his seat.

“Logan, you just made a joke based on the pronunciation of hodoprones!”

“I think you mean homophone, and no, I did nothing of the sort. You’ve no evidence to insinuate the mere possibility that I, a well-respected member of society, could ever even fathom doing such a thing, let alone carry it out.”

“The lad doth protest too much, methinks,” Virgil mutters. He drops into the seat beside Patton, ignoring the hope on Patton’s face and turning to Logan. “Admit you made a pun and move on with it.”

Patton bites his lip, glancing at Virgil’s hands as he picks at a tray full of sandwiches, fruits, and chocolate chip cookies. “Virgil, I wanted to apologize for—”

“Water over the bridge, Pat.”

Logan holds up a finger, tilting his head to the side. “It’s supposed to be water under—”

“I know what I said.” Virgil stabs at a piece of fruit, clearly not interested in pursuing Patton’s apology.

Never one to be outdone with topic jumps, Roman talks over Logan’s frustrated rambling on the semantics of idioms. “More importantly, why hasn’t my question been answered? Waking me up that early has to be, like, some sort of crime. Punishable by giving me a cookie.”

Virgil smacks away Patton’s hand, which is already extended to offer one. “Your reward for surviving such an atrocity can be me not murdering you in your sleep, of which you obviously need so much.” The threat is accompanied by a truly fearsome transfer of food from tray to mouth.

“Oh, I’m so scared.” Roman raises his hands in mock terror, idly wondering whether Virgil can tell how much genuine fear his threat incurred. When he lowers them once more, his fingers come to rest on the outline of the folded paper in his pocket. He jolts.

“Says the guys who didn’t think to come back and get me.” Virgil raps the table, trying to swallow around a thick wad of cookie dough as protests erupt from everyone else. “Hold your horses, be stable, quit horsing around and what have you, I know you knew I’d get here eventually. Nothing personal.”

Patton takes a shot at dominating the conversation again, allowing a brief reprieve for Virgil to eat his lunch in peace. While the latter sets about peeling a banana—much to Roman’s chagrin—Patton changes topics. Roman’s protests about the apparent reappearance of the banana basket after her went through the line are ignored. “So, we’ve survived this much of the school year already. How are we gonna make it through the rest, and who do I need to schmooze to get us there? I’m armed to the teeth with candy bundles, and I’m willing to part with at least three. Maybe four, if someone else tosses in a few brownies for collateral.”

“Start by saying hello to this kid. Hope you guys don’t mind.” Logan gestures with his elbow as someone shuffles up to the table, their shoulders looking more like oversized earrings than independent body parts.

Roman, for all his outer glory and self importance, can’t find it in himself not to let his gaze linger on the newcomer. Their hair drops long and straight to their thighs, which would probably sound more impressive were it not for their barely scraping the bar at five feet tall. The dark green shock streaking the otherwise obsidian hair is rivaled only by the faint twinkle of mischief in their sage green eyes. They brush their hair aside as they draw near, revealing a parade of piercings marching up their ear. Where the line ends at the lobe is a lime green T.

“Everyone, this is Trilyo. Trilyo, this is Virgil, Patton and Roman.” Logan points at everyone in turn, shuffling his belongings aside when he finishes. Roman reaches for his pocket—and the paper inside—as discreetly as he can, trying to think of a polite exit strategy.

“Hi. Just so, um, just so you know, the T means, uh, it means to call me Trilyo. And they. Please.” In a voice hardly above a whisper, they continue, “on S-days, it’s Sage and she. Oh, and, um, Helsyirr and he. For H-days, I mean.” Their words gain strength as they start to defend themself from unasked questions. “If people want to get on my case about those things, then I’d, um, I want to make it less difficult than I—than it has to be.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Roman says, “but feel free to take my seat. I actually just remembered, I’ve got something to take care of. With someone. Somewhere else.” He slides his chair out, patting the seat like an invitation for Trilyo. “Don’t let these guys starve, okay? I hear that’s not always the best first impression. Don’t quote me on that, either.”

As soon as he’s through the doors and out of the building, Roman allows himself a disgusted groan. If he’d sounded any more stiff or closed off, Trilyo probably could have mistaken him for someone’s parent, trying to seem cool with the kids having none of it. Were it not for the unwitting damage control his friends would have to do now, Trilyo would probably never want to speak to him again. That’s the only foreseeable outcome within reason, as far as Roman is concerned.

He draws his jacket closer against the faint breeze, careful not to crumple the paper in his pocket any more than it already is. Whenever fall decides to officially announce itself, he’ll switch over to a heavy coat, but until that happens, a stubborn pout is all he can offer. The stubborn pout quickly turns to a displeased scowl as someone else appears at his side. Roman allows his eyes to slip shut, curious if it might deter any unwelcome conversation.

“Hey, Roman.”

Evidently not.

“Hey, Than.” His words are hardly more than a mumble, drowned out by a sudden gust of wind, which promptly whacks him in the face with a leaf. “Don’t tell me it was you.” The paper crinkles in his pocket.

“So you found my letter, I gather?” Than’s footfalls are accompanied by the soft crunch of dead grass under his feet. The breeze echoes his words. “The grass is going away quite quickly this year.”

“Don’t make me say it.” The answering silence is prompt enough. “Ceth, man, you’re really gonna make me say it?” More silence. More wind. A storm cloud grumbles in the distance. “Fine. Whatever. I’m not even mad. I don’t even care. The river reaps souls and swallows hopes.”

“All because it flows backwards.” Than exhales, an almost laugh that Roman doesn’t return. For all of the hassle Virgil’s been through with Than, the guy sure is thorough.

Roman has long since learned to take pride in his acting skills. Be it hiding a grade to not disappoint Pib or hiding a TryMyts to avoid disappointing his parents, he’s gotten arguably decent at putting up an unshakeable front. The latest obstacle from Than, however, has provided considerably more difficulty. Nothing Roman can’t handle, of course.

Coming home to a cold house has always been Roman’s reality. Operating separate from his family has always been Roman’s reality. Working his tail off for no reward has always been Roman’s reality. Finding random letters in his bag, even, has always been Roman’s reality—he’d once offered to be the middleman for hopeless romantics around the school. Long story short, the service petered off around the time he entered his junior year. Everything from senseless pining to obsessive stalking, he’d helped facilitate and, when the situation called for it, de-escalate.

Unmarked letters would appear on occasion. That wasn’t Roman’s concern. His concern was more in the contents of this particular letter. Sealed with a silvery dragon silhouette and scrawled in gold ink, he would have had to be a fool not to open it. Even now, knowing he was the recipient of thoughtful scribing from the likes of Than, Roman can’t really say he regrets opening it.

“The grass is going away

Quite quickly this year,” I’ll say

So just for me

If you’ll agree

Kindly answer in this way:

I know the line may fit many tropes

And writing this makes me seem a dope

But kindly answer

Thou fair romancer

“The river reaps souls and swallows hopes”

Roman smiles to himself, the harsh wind yanking him out of his ponderings. He holds up the letter from his pocket between two fingers, examining the crisply pressed fold. “You know, writing ‘tomorrow at lunch’ at the bottom was really ambiguous. What if I didn’t know where to go? What if I didn’t find it on the right day? Why are you demonizing the river?” Cracking an eye open, he glances at Than. “And ‘fair romancer?’ Really?”

“Don’t attack the messenger, I just needed a clever way to let you know that the magic is going haywire in more places than just the barriers by that zburator cave.”

“Yeah, I already—” Roman’s other eye shoots open as he whips his head around to stare at Than. “You saw the cave? How did I not see you? When were you there? By the brightest flickers of Cethyphyirr itself, Than, what happened to your face?”

Than grins, running the back of his fingers over his scarring cheek. “It’s healing nicely, don’t you think? I suspect it’s something to do with all this wind, making new barriers, sending rivers flowing backwards, all that manner of speaking.”

“Get to your point, Than, because I know you didn’t lure me out here to flirt over your limerick skills.”

“To tell the truth, I knew you weren’t about to talk to me of your own volition.”

“That’s fair.”

“But with the reversed rivers and the increased zburator activity, not to mention the storm situation over there, I figured someone with more swaying power than me ought to know.” Roman shuts his eyes again, quite finished with the painfully slow progress of said impending clouds. “Logan would have been my first choice, him being so smart and all, plus our mutual connection through Virgil, but I’d never get the chance to talk to him, even if I wanted to. He’s rebuffed every attempt at conversation I’ve ever made since he started talking to Virgil, so I was hoping you might be willing to—”

Roman backhands Than’s chest, halting whatever he was trying to request. At Than’s protests, he hisses a shushing sound. “Did you hear that?” The building behind them remains calm, save for the regular lunchtime bustle. The same dead grass making the same crunching sounds under the same relentless wind. “It sounded like a yell.” In the hushed silence, a distant shout. Roman casts a pained glance back to the school, from which the warning bell to end lunch chimes. Without giving himself a chance to reconsider, he shoves past Than and sprints in the opposite direction.

The few scraggly trees ringing the school property offer virtually no resistance as Roman surges past them. With the almost imperceptible cover of the leaves between him and the building, he traces his way around to what’s essentially the school’s backyard. By sheer luck or mere happenstance, he manages to avoid the hawk eyes of the teachers, who always seem relatively Kryntyk-bent on corralling everyone into a ridiculously cramped building. This has never quite made sense to Roman, who’s always been of the mindset that open doors allow for an open mind—that’s the polite way of giving his opinion, at least.

“You know,” a voice mumbles at his shoulder, “the teachers don’t care as long as you tell them you’re just skipping for TryMyts stuff. You don’t need to sneak around.”

Roman nearly leaps out of his skin, delivering a harsh elbow to Than’s stomach. “Warn a guy next time, why don’t you? And shut up for a hot second, I lost the source of the shouting.” As if in answer to his latest observation, the faint calls return, more of an echo than a discernible voice. Roman feels his ear twitch. “This way.”

With reluctance abundantly evident in his posture, Roman tugs Than along behind him, heading for the line of full trees closing the circle of dead ones. The yells crescendo, almost tangible by the time Roman yanks Than through the last of the green. Just on the other side stands a trembling Trilyo, their back to the boys. They raise a shaky hand before them, and that’s when Roman notices the demonic mockery of a bird perched on a branch above them.

“Why in the name of Ceth itself is a jynthykryk on school grounds?” Roman whispers, his voice a hushed mixture of awe and horror. Calling the creature would be flattery at best, and detailing just how utterly wrong it looks would be an offense in and of itself. Roman’s strongest repulsion is, always has been, and always will be that glaring quintet of eyes, the perimeters just barely distanced enough not to be a trio. Even if the one in the middle, alight in hues of gold, weren’t staring them down, the four framing it are unnerving enough on their own. They’re less like four pupils and more like two diamonds split through the middle and crammed into four separate sockets. All are gold, all are angular, and all ar staring intently down at Trilyo as if they were its next meal. Its head cranes at an unnatural angle, showing off its glinting silver beak in a gaping yawn, which reveals five teeth that may as well be knives crowding around a five-pronged golden tongue. The latter flicks in and out, in and out, as those piercing eyes size up Trilyo.

“Okay, you get Trilyo out of here, and I’ll go for the jynthykryk,” Roman murmurs. He regrets phrasing it like an order the moment the words leave his mouth.

“Are you kidding? Bossing me around?” Than huffs with what Roman finds to be an unnecessary amount of self importance. “I think not. Back it up, buddy, and take after me.” With his arms over his head, Than barges in front of Trilyo, easily commandeering the jynthykryk’s attention. “Over here, you pathetic excuse for a bird! What, did Ceth forget what a bird looked like when it spat you out of the sky?”

Grabbing its attention was the wrong move. Waving his arms about was the wrong move. Daring to make a sound in the first place was the wrong move. Taking all of this into consideration, the absolute worst thing to have done was to compare that monstrosity to a bird, especially to its face. Whether it understands words is largely unimportant—the wrathful gleam in its eyes is far more concerning.

With a sickening screech, it flares up a wing, showing off a coat of razor-sharp black feathers tipped in silver. The prongs crowning each wing boast gold talons, sharp enough to make Roman’s stomach hurt just from looking at them. It rises on stalked legs, which end in prickling gold claws that could easily tear out Roman’s throat at a moment’s notice. He swallows thickly.

“Get down!” The words rip out of Roman before he can stop them, his mouth reacting before his brain can finish comprehending what it doesn’t want to register. At another screech, the jynthykryk takes wing, swooping down from the trees to claw at Trilyo’s head. Tha shoves them to the ground, throwing his body over theirs like a shield. With his best imitation of bravery, Roman gives a shout, throwing his arms up to snag its attention.

To Roman’s dismay, it works.

The creature whips its head toward him, careening down from the sky to snap at his hair. Roman ducks, catching the plumage of its blade of a tail in his fist. Shards of glass would score his hands less, but it’s enough to faze the animal.

For a moment.

Than is no help whatsoever, still yelling directions over a clearly terrified Trilyo. In one of his rare moments of silence, during which Roman is still screaming bloody murder, they manage to scrabble under the cover of the trees. The leaves shimmer at the edges, just enough to declare the presence of magic. Taking this in stride as the reason for why no teachers have come to investigate the hollering yet, Roman returns his focus to Than and the jynthykryk.

As it ascends for another diving attack, Roman waves Than to his side, ignoring his protests and curses. “If we coordinate our idiocy, we might actually survive this thing, but that isn’t gonna happen unless you work with me and we get our acts together. So look up, keep up, and don’t you dare shut up, not on your life.” Roman wills the fires of Kryntyk into his eyes as he draws Than in by the collar. “If you endanger even one life in that school then so help me, as Ceth is my witness, I will end you. Go.”

He shoves Than back into the clearing, and he waits. Its feathers shower shreds of leaves down as it literally slices through the enchanted trees, its five eyes all focused solely on Than. Perfect for Roman, who darts out at the last possible moment and latches onto the sharp tail with all his might. The jynthykryk screeches, such a horrible sound to grate against Roman’s ears as it whips into the air. Than watches, stunned just before the point of silence, as it lifts Roman higher and higher, so high up that a fall could very well be deadly. Such is a fact of which Roman is all too aware. He digs his nails in deeper, yanking out more knife feathers as the tail whips him around. Too focused on keeping a tight grip, Roman hardly notices his ears ringing as his teeth knock together—certainly an ache he’ll feel tenfold later.

That’s when the tail snaps back up, too fast for him to adjust, and he loses his grip.

Roman feels himself tumbling through empty air, the only purchase his hands can find being the loose blade feathers he’s crushing in a death grip. As the ground rushes up, too fast, nowhere near fast enough, he can just barely make out Than’s voice, splitting the air to reach him. Having no idea what he’s yelling, Roman curls into a ball and sends out every prayer he can think of to Ceth, to another Ejnathryk, even to Kryntyk. How the enchanted trees have gone unnoticed for so long, and still work to this extent, is beyond Roman. He allows himself to uncurl a little as the jynthykryk speeds past him, its eyes locked onto the still ranting Than. Still screaming. Still diverting attention. Just like Roman asked.

Roman shoots out a hand, snatching the creature by its tail once more, but he’s prepared this time. As the trees thicken with the rising ground, he hooks his shoes around what looks to be a sturdy enough branch, and pulls up with muscles he didn’t even know he had. The jynthykryk hesitates for only a moment before beating its wings with a renewed vigor. The branch snaps.

Spurred on by Than’s incessant yelling, Roman manages to right his head, this time bracing his sole on the next branch and not waiting to yank. The one oversized feather in his left fist, shining in various hues of silver and gold, lashes about dangerously. In all likelihood, this is just an identifying feather—identifeather, he wants to joke, but no, this isn’t the time—a feather that indicates the jynthykryk’s gender. Nevertheless, something tells Roman to pull it out. He can’t.

The branch bows under the added force of a teenager fighting a demon monster bird, coming far too close to breaking for Roman’s comfort. That fifth gleaming tooth, curved and poised to attack, gets ever closer to Than’s face, which is bright red for a number of reasons. As the silver beak creaks open and the slithering tongue flicks toward Than, the feather bites jewels of red from Roman’s fingers. He could let go. He should let go. He does not.

As he screams out to “duck!” from the deepest recesses of his throat, finally, finally, the feather comes out. Roman finds himself launched into the air as his potential energy shatters into kinetic chaos, his stomach taking refuge in his throat. The jynthykryk, obviously unprepared for the sudden shift and the loss of a relatively significant feather, crashes beak first into the dirt. Than. who managed to listen to two whole instructions, is crouched over himself not three feet from where the creature’s scrabbling legs poke out of the ground. This is when Roman remembers that he is not, in fact, on the ground yet. By some miracle, the last branch he’d hassled was close to the dirt, but that little tidbit doesn’t keep his gut from trying to consume itself as he hurtles back down. Than breaks Roman’s fall—against both of their wills.

Trilyo appears from between the trees, their streak of green tangled in the surrounding leaves. They dart out to meet Roman, snatching the prominent feather in a sleeve-covered hand. He hadn’t even realized he’d managed to hang on to it, instead rolling over to hold his stomach and groan. Than follows suit, burying his face in his knees as he curls into a ball.

Without so much as a warning to either of the boys, Trilyo latches a hand around the blades ringing the jynthykryk’s neck and frees its head with ease. Trilyo doesn’t even allow it the mercy of one final screech before the plunge the feather tip into its center eye. The creature vanishes with less flair than a puff of smoke, leaving only the sharpest dagger of a feather in Trilyo’s hands. Every other blade-edged feather, from those in Than’s hair to the ones Roman stuck through his skin, every last one disappears. Trilyo turns to head back to the school.

“Woah, woah, wait, don’t you think we deserve an explanation?” Than demands. He lurches to his feet, curving over his core as he grabs feebly at their shoulder.

“The biggest and deadliest feather is, um, it’s the only thing that can destroy jynthykryks, and it has to be their own, in the, ah, in the center eye. Make it a set of six to split up the continuity of the, um, the quintets to destroy the creature.” Trilyo tosses their hair over their shoulder. “Everybody knows that.”

“Okay, but why were you dealing with a jynthykryk in the first place? How did you even know to go through the tree line? Ceth’s sake, Trilyo, I literally just saw you at lunch not twenty minutes ago!” Roman wrings his hands together, wishing he had enough strength left in his arms to tear his hair out.

“What, you’re really stuck on that? I don’t want to—I mean, I’m not about to just give it away. I don’t want to worry about people, um, about other people stealing—taking, I mean, taking my TryMyts idea. I can’t exactly have that, now, can I?” Ignoring Than’s demands and Roman’s pleas, Trilyo leaves.

“I guess that could’ve gone better,” Than admits. “But it could’ve gone a lot worse, too. For one, the majority of my face is still intact. At least, what was intact to begin with. I’d rather not think about how much worse it would be if I hadn’t already lost feeling from all those burns.”

“What Trytsu are you even aiming for, Than?” Roman turns from where Trilyo was to scrutinize his companion, ignoring how his knees ache from kneeling. It hurts too much to stand. “I know it’s out of nowhere, but it’s a fair question. I wouldn’t call that rescuing the creature, it definitely wasn’t hands off, and I’d be lying if I said that constituted actual fighting. If anything, you just covered for me. What Trytsu do you honestly believe is right for you?”

Than shrugs, letting his hands drift to his shoulders. “Maybe I’ll stick with undecided, work with Virgil and Myjhyrr Senthyirr. Don’t forget, impossible though it may be to believe, Thriyv did have a life before he walked into yours.” He pauses on his way to the trees, one hand resting on a trunk. “And I really hope you’ll pass on that stuff about the magic going haywire. I’m sure you and your friends can do way more with it than me.”

Roman watches in silence as Than vanishes, gone just like any trace of the jynthykryk. Something in him wants to call after the guy, to demand an answer, to apologize for misjudging him, to thank him for his help, but no. Roman says nothing. Alone again, still picking feathers from his skin, he goes inside.

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This determination to advance his musical ability grew to become a task that took quite a lot of onerous work and convincing; although it was Handel's mom that offered access to a clavichord hidden in the household's attic. The hours spent hiding from his father in the attic, protecting the strings of the clavichord with fabric to dampen the sound, allowed young George the time to observe his musical improvement and finally the knowledge of learn how to play both the clavichord and the organ.

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The younger Handel began taking lessons on the age of eight, and was simply able to conquer learning the violin, composition and principle techniques, harpsichord, and reinforce the organ taking part in abilities. By the age of 11, there appeared little that any music instructor might train George; it was at this level that George's father started angry and again expressed his want for George to cease taking part in within the music, and to return home and do as he wished.

Handel on the request of his father did actually return residence, solely to reach at his father's deathbed. This was a darkish interval of struggle for the younger Handel, compelled to honor his father's needs, George decided that it was best to maintain to his research in regulation; although during this same time he continued to additionally sharpen the musical skills that he knew he possessed.

It was during this time that Handel started to write down cantatas for the assorted churches that he was serving in as an organist. It was the service in music that known as out to Handel, and by the point he reached the age of eighteen, Handel had realized that it was actually his destiny to grow to be an incredible musician noting that he was destined to enhance his musical skills and his information of music.

Leaving his delivery city of Halle lead him on a sequence of travels that will form the musical aspect of the outlook that Handel would finally have on music. The varied travels and cities that Handel was to visit would begin to influence each aspect of music that Handel would come to know and admire, and it was his first destination in Hamburg that may lead Handel on the path of musical greatness.

It was throughout his time in Hamburg that Handel was really launched to opera, and it took no time earlier than Handel was given a place within the orchestra on second violin. The time at the Opera home playing violin was a period that will bring the beginning of what folks would come to see as a person that was described as a "giant and very portly man", one that was stuffed with a brief temper and one which had a normal appearance about him that was "somewhat heavy and sour.

The persona of Handel can be something that many really would see as a double edged sword, in one side he was a intelligent man that had a superb sense of humor, one which present a remarkable sense of integrity, reliability, and absolute honesty in all facets of his life; however on the same time Handel was an individual that possessed a short fuse, and hot temper. He was a person that was short tempered and vocal about is opinions of life in general, and especially music.

This personality could be a defining a part of Handel's musical career, as it was shortly after he began working in Hamburg on the Opera house, that George was given the chance to display his super talent at the harpsichord; although it was additionally this expertise that brought about young George (now roughly age 22) to vocally disagree with composer Johann Mattheson on a composition Mattheson had written.

It was this quick fuse of Handel's that nearly ended his career, and life; although this spunk Handel exhibited also gave him the chance to catch the attention of a younger prince, Prince Ferdinando de' Medici, which might develop into impressed with the music Handel was performing. This lead to Handel being asked to leave his dwelling, now Hamburg, and make the journey to Italy where he would once more be positioned in a situation of being surrounded by new composers and types of music.

The move to Italy was an thrilling time for Handel, as Handel was at some extent of the place his major motivation for traveling to new areas was that of gaining expertise, and in the case of the opportunity to go to Italy, the objective was to learn as much as he may from the composers of Italy, and their wonderful operas. It was in Italy that Handel made important strides in his musical career and general growth.

For when Handel made it to Italy he was exposed to the world's best forms of music consisting of compositions of the likes of Opera, Cantatas, oratorios, chamber cantatas, concertos, and sonatas. This was a period that Handel began the task of refining his knowledge and really defining the compositional abilities he had been using up to now.

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