Julian is overwhelmed/excited and without realizing it he starts rocking/bouncing/flapping his hands and when he realizes he’s doing it he gets self conscious. He remembers his parents grabbing him and shouting at him to sit still and he feels bad that he couldn’t control it.
But his friends don’t look mad or bothered at all. Garak’s giving him the fondest smile, Miles just rolls his eyes and smirks because that’s just another thing lovable ridiculous Julian does, Dax tells him it reminds her of one of her previous host’s kids.
I feel like when Julian was taken to get “fixed”, they just enhanced him. They didn’t remove the autism. They just made him “better”. (You can try and tell me he’s not autistic but not only does he show traits of being autistic, but it’s pretty heavily implied in a few episodes.)
Okay, so my friend Chloe just pointed this out, and it’s amazingly accurate:
“Because of the scarcity of Dwarf-women, their secrecy and similarity in
appearance to males, and their lack of mention, many Men failed to
recognize their existence.”
Okay, so?
Well, Tolkien was a philologist, and a Norsist, and that means he knew Völuspá well enough to pull the names of every dwarf from Dvergatal and he had a pretty firm grasp Old Norse grammar.
In fact, he grasped it well enough that he knew if you dropped an n from a name ending in –inn, it changes from the masculine
definite enclitic
to the feminine.
Well, what the hell does any of this mean?
Well, I give you the names of the Dwarves from the Hobbit, as they appear in Dvergatal (stanzas 14-16) and in the order they appear:
Now, you notice something with the way those names got changed? That’s right, he changed the masculine -inn definite suffix to -in, which is feminine.**
That means that, at least grammatically, Dwalin, Dáin, Thorin, Thráin, and Glóin are female Dwarves.
Since we know Tolkien was meticulous about his grammar, this was done most likely as an in-joke (lol we’re so learnèd about Norse grammar that my comment on Dwarf women being indistinguishable from men is hilarious because of this grammatical funniness)
But there’s a not-inconceivable chance that the Dwarves were using the masculine pronouns in Westron because that’s what the Men who met them used, despite the fact that a third of the company was female, and
hey, it’s kinda neat to think he wrote a bunch of Dwarf-ladies going on an adventure.
given Tolkien’s general approach to women he’s unlikely to have intended this but I don’t care I’m going to accept it as canon anyway
isn’t there stuff in the appendixes about the Hobbit language having ’-a’ as a masculine name ending and ’-o’ as feminine but then he changed all the Hobbit names anyway?
Bilb-O
‘O’ and ‘e’ are feminine suffixes in hobbit-dialect Westron, which is not English.
Tolkien translated/Anglicized the names of all the hobbits into names that both sounded appropriate for their gender and reflected the aesthetic impression a native Westron speaker would get when meeting hobbits and hearing their language. It’s not about how The Hobbits Are Actually Girls (though that would be cool) it’s about how “Bilbo Baggins” gives a certain feeling when you as an English speaker encounter it – you get an idea of a character, perhaps, and it sounds just a little ridiculous – but you wouldn’t get that feeling from “Bilba Labingi”, the original hobbit-dialect Westron name.
(As to “Tolkien’s general approach to women”, yes, the man was sexist, I’m not going to deny that, but he was also meticulous and perfectionist when it came to language and there is no way this was accidental. No way at all. Not when he wrote an entire fake-academic-journal fanfic essay about why the Sindarin word ros had two translations, justifying it with in-universe linguistic drift.)
That being said, yeah, quite a lot of those dwarves were ladies. Headcanon accepted.
yknow the more jk rowlings world falls apart in america (race relations, international history, population, etc) the more i like to think that america just straight up doesnt have the statute of secrecy. european countries are falling over themselves hiding magic but come to georgia and theres a drunk redneck wizard wingardium leviosa-ing the shit out of a tractor to the delight of his drunk redneck muggle buddies in a walmart parking lot.
wizard on muggle violence is prevented by virtue of there being like a 50/50 chance that muggle is packing heat. muggle on wizard violence is prevented by knowing that wizard can give you boils spelling LIL BITCH on your forehead if you try to start something.
america is the weird redheaded stepchild of the magic world.
im not gonna stop reblogging this until this is the next Hot Fanon
english muggles come back to england and suspicious wizards meet them at the airport.
‘did you witness any strange or inexplicable acts while you were in america?’ they demand.
the english muggles just laugh in their dumb fucking faces. mate, it’s america.
what’s the difference between a werewolf and an animagus?
english wizard: *two hour lecture on legal history*
american wizard: six beers
@jumpingjacktrash congrats ive read hundreds of comments on this dumpster fire of a headcanon and yours is the best
thank you my patronus is a monster truck
I have reblogged this I don’t even fucking know how many times but I still completely lose it every time I see the words “My Patronus is a monster truck” because that is the most AMERICAN thing I’ve ever seen in 29 years of being ‘merican.
Variant: What with the International Statute of Secrecy being an international law, the American magical community suffered quite a bit at the hands of forcible attempts to make everyone conform to it, until anti-seclusionist magical forces got their hands on the sort of magics being used to hide the wizarding world from nonmagical society, and hid themselves and their communities from the magical government and its institutions.
That’s why Ilvermorny is “the only American wizarding school.” That’s why the American magical population feels like something the size of the British one pasted on something a couple orders of magnitude bigger. That’s why Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them is so white. That’s why nonmagical people have a persistent quiet willingness to believe in magic just enough to allow for the possibility of its existence, and fill their stories with it, and readily interact with the idea of it. It’s an elaborate homegrown smokescreen to hide hundreds of integrated magical communities from the magical community that demands magical communities keep themselves secret.
The forces behind the International Statute of Secrecy made themselves such an absolute nuisance that some 95% of the magical population of America stole their hide-from-the-muggles spells and locked them out of knowledge of their existence.
The International Wizarding Community: “You are now forbidden to let any nonmagical people know you exist.”
Six Gazillion American Wizarding Communities: *Jedi mind trick hand motions* “Fuck you, we don’t exist. Nothing to see here.”
The International Wizarding Community: “Looks like the problem’s been solved, I guess. Pip pip cheerio.”
Six Gazillion American Wizarding Communities And Their Muggle Friends: “OK I’mma cast Engorgio on my tires and invent Monster Trucking, hold my beer.”
This is the only explanation for “Ilvermorny is the only wizarding school in North America” that I will accept.
Faramir is a writing sort, but he’s not the type to waste words. Boromir, less of a scholar, less fond of writing, but more the sort to relate details and stories which may be less than relevant. Which I think has interesting implications on the correspondence between them.
so in my headcanon, Boromir’s the long-letter writer (his fellow soldiers are always like ARE YOU WRITING TO A GIRL WHO ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH and he just rolls his eyes because he’s writing to his kid brother) with the occasional short missives that are either military correspondence or completely irrelevant nonsense that he thinks will make Faramir laugh (and because they MIGHT be military correspondence, Faramir is obliged to open them as soon as he receives them. this leads to him making a lot of strange faces in front of his men.)
and Faramir is the one who can get across everything he wants to say in three sentences or so (like, short enough that Boromir has the whole thing memorized by the time he reads it twice) but sometimes he will sit down and write PAGES UPON PAGES, just to get out his thoughts, and when Boromir gets those he knows something is happening in Faramir’s head.
so when Faramir goes through Boromir’s room after his death, he finds all the letters in a drawer and so he brings out all of the old ones he’s kept and sits on his brother’s bed and reads them. he manages to keep from weeping until he comes across one of the short ones Boromir sent a few years ago, which contains a particularly stupid joke and came by the hand of a messenger who was under the impression that the letter was urgent. and he can hardly bear to think that the one who considered laughter so urgent is dead, and will never send him absurd letters again.
Seriously, married or not I reckon Charlie Weasley would be a riot at family gatherings. Just turning up, throwing Molly a casual “Wotcher Mum! Brought the kids, hope that okay!” And Molly turns round confused, sees what he’s talking about and – “Those are not ‘the kids’ Charlie, thOSE ARE TINY DRAGONS IN ONESIES!!!!!”
sure yes we see that I think there’s some better meta somewhere –
Fuck you, and also get the fuck back here, you don’t get it do you?
Cassian’s been in the fight since he was six years old. He’s a child soldier only they didn’t say ‘child soldiers’ on Fest, they just said ‘soldier’ because anyone big enough to hold a blaster is no longer a child, and you need all the soldiers you can get. Not all of us have the luxury of choosing when to care and you don’t know how true that is until your father is shot in the street.
He’s a soldier, and his hands run red with blood, and he’s ashamed of it, but he isn’t going to stop; because the Rebellion is his first and only love, and it’s what keep his heart beating and –
and he reprogrammes k2
It’s an experiment, he’ll say when asked to explain why. And that’s true. Sort of. The experiment is called: how does Cassian Andor make a friend. The answer: he literally makes one.
Oh no, no, I’m not saying that Cassian felt so desperately alone that he made an sarky salty imperial droid to keep him company. I’m just saying: what sort of soldier looks at an eight foot hunk of towering death and thinks hey that thing could maybe be on my side. The sort of man who, in another world, might have gathered friends to him like the Temple once stored kyber. The sort of man who, once, might have been able to smile and mean it. That instinct, that impulse: it shines through. Once I could have been a – and he isn’t he isn’t that man, he will never be that man; because war has taken him by the throat and shaken him into something else entirely; but there is mercy there, a shining kernel of something. Krennic, for example, would have killed the droid and delighted in it.
But Cassian doesn’t. It’s that impulse, that this thing could be something else that powers him through long aching nights, fingers cramping around his tools, squinting over the k2′s units burst-open brain. Brain. Yes: he calls it a brain. Now, what does that tell you?
The first time K-2SO called Cassian an idiot, suggested that he would be better off blindfolding himself and tap-dancing towards his intended target because that course of action is 23% more likely to succeed than this abomination of a plan Cassian had stared at him like a dumb bantha, barely able to believe it. And then he’d laughed. And K2 had flipped him upside down, shaken him, said are you choking human
Cassian, later, said it has been a long time since I laughed that well
K2 says you are an idiot
Cassian is a soldier. Cassian is a killer. Cassian wakes gasping and choking from awful awful dreams of the people he failed to save, of troopers gunning his parents down in the street, and K2 who does not have human emotions (or: K2 who claims he does not have human emotions) pats the back of hand and says I do not sleep, I will watch. No one will surprise us. You can rest. And Cassian, whose childhood slumber was a thin net, easily broken (they came for mama and papa and soon they will come for me) and whose adult slumber is, more or less, as bad – Cassian the solder and the insomniac, the man who could have been a hero in another story (or maybe he already is one. depends on who you ask. maybe don’t ask Cassian himself; he’s not a big believer in himself; he believes in the Rebellion, and nothing else) – this Cassian leans against K2′s cold flank and falls fast asleep.
Do you know what breaks my heart about k2? his last thoughts, his very last thoughts, were about Cassian. Here is a droid programmed to imagine likely scenarios to determining the best strategic viewpoint and he is warping his programming, forcing his circuits into new and strange shapes to imagine the impossible: that Cassian Andor lives. maybe he imagines – yes! imagines! he knows that no such thing exists and yet he tells himself it does, an elaborate lie droids should not be able to produce – that there is a last-minute evacuation order and the imperials take him with them and later he breaks out in a daring escape. or that there’s an escape pod secreted under the tower. or he grows wings. or anything. anything. anything –
k2 and cassian: friends.
It didn’t save them. They both died. It didn’t save them; apart from in all the ways it did.
Rey, who grew up on a desert world with probably minimal human contact, but surrounded by aliens and robots and the only lesson they ever really learned was survival of the fittest. The desert doesn’t care what’s between your legs – it will try its damnedest to kill you regardless.
Rey, who has very faint memories of their family, but those have been worn smooth by the sand. Old enough to remember, young enough to miss out on societal expectations. When they were younger, they were called ‘boy’, ‘girl’, ‘kid’, ‘human’, and many other, less savory things.
Rey, who learned to respond to any and all pronouns as a survival skill. When a drunk scavenger comes looking for a friend to share the prosperity of their new find with, you don’t care what you’re called as long as you get some of those rations.
Rey, who is considered just another weird one by most of the small population and is generally just referred to as ‘Rey’ because who even knows or cares anymore.
Rey, who loves the droids they occasionally find that sometimes have a bit of power left, who teach Rey how to understand binary and tell magnificent stories of the world outside of the sand dunes. Droids have no concept of gender, not really, and a kinship is formed between any and all that they find.
Rey, who doesn’t mention any of this to Poe or Finn or anyone else because it’s not really relevant in their mind; if the others want to refer to them as ‘she’ then that’s fine. Until one day they respond to different pronouns without missing a beat and Leia (who has been around for a while and has seen more than enough of the galaxy and its inhabitants) notices, and decides to talk with them.
Rey, who is confused by the question “what do you want to be called?” because they’re just… Rey. And Leia specifies “do you want feminine, masculine, or neither pronouns?” and Rey is still kind of confused but not as much. Explains that “they/them” fits the most comfortably, and Leia nods and puts a note in Rey’s file that reads “Gender: Nonbinary, They/Them”
i just really want more nb characters in everything but especially star wars okay
Second thought on Dagobah shenanigans: Bro has heard rumor that Mark Hamill actually argued with George Lucas about the X-Wing thing; Luke knows he needs to get back to the Rebel Alliance eventually and wants to, so he shouldn’t give up on pulling his only ship out of the swamp, why not do a montage of his repeated attempts and eventually success to lift it out of the swamp with the Force? But Lucas was all “lol no Luke gives up and Yoda shows off.”
Bro and I agree with Theoretical Mark Hamill so we’ve decided there’s an offscreen argument between Luke and Yoda where Luke wants to make a pulley system out of these trees and vines and secure his ship before starting training. But Yoda, who has a spent a long time on all his swamp topiary, refuses, and insists Luke can just pick it up with the Force and not ruin his Bog of Eternal Stench Solitude’s landscaping.
And therefore Luke’s “I give up I can’t do it” isn’t about pulling the ship up at all, just about pulling it up with the Force. Yoda hauls it up onto dry land because that last slip under the murk it just did means Luke “I grew up fixing farm equipment” Skywalker is about to hack up all these plants and make an actually pulley system to save his ticket outta here.
Bodhi enlisted as a pilot in the Imperial system a few years before the the conflict on Jedha reached a breaking point. From that point on, he rarely gets the chance to speak to his family. One day he gets a message from his family that they’re fleeing Jedha city to escape all the violence and that they can’t tell him where they’re going for their own protection. That’s the last time he ever hears from them. He doesn’t know where they are, if they’re safe, or if they’re even alive, but he misses them every day and hopes that they are somewhere safe and happy, even without him.
There's a Mirror on the Wall 