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I'm using Mando'a in a story I'm writing and I wrote myself into a little linguistic hole. A number of words and verbs (ba'buir, ba'vodu, ba'gedet'ye, ba'jurir, ba'viinir) have the prefix of ba', but I haven't been able to figure out it's purpose. Because when added to buir, it becomes grandparent (ba'buir), and when added to vod, it become ba'vodu (aunt/uncle), so it sounds like a...a lifting term, like "above parent" sort of, but the other words don't use this rule. Help, please?

Ba’ is the contracted form of bah, the dative prefix, used in compound words. Lots of Mando’a roots have special forms for compound words, and they typically alter depending on whether the word they attache to begins with a vowel or a consonant (compare r’/ru’, ge’/get’, etc). You could translate bah as “to” (as in I gave it to him) or “for” (as in I made it for her). It’s also used in lots of compound words to express “next order” meanings.

in case you wanted your sword to be a different colour other than purple:

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Not all of The Rules Of The Internet (origin of Rule 34 and, less remembered, Rules 50 (A Crossover, no matter how improbable, will eventually happen in Fan Art, Fan Fiction, or official release material, often through fanfiction of it) and 63 (For every given male character, there is a female version of that character (and vice-versa). And there is always porn of that character.) has aged well, but always remember a few other rules (boiled down to the basic meaning):

EXCUSE YOU

Purim: They tried to kill us, we survived. Let’s tell the story, wear silly costumes, and get wasted. (Optional: have a carnival or a play!)

A handy table for everyone:

PLEASE, PLEASE REBLOG THIS, WHETHER YOURE JEWISH OR NOT.

**As a disclaimer my brother is a cis straight dude who only dates the most basic white girls you can find. He's very emotionally aware but doesn't linger on his emotions, just processes them and moves on (this is wild to me)**

So we’re chatting and I’m teasing him about how he doesn’t sleep with people on first dates and he says that he’s changed his policy, it’s just that he won’t have sex with them if he’d rather be doing something else, so I joke that I’ve had that where I’d rather be watching the show Chernobyl (true) and he says “yeah or watching a movie with my housemate” and I say hey bud that’s kind of gay and he says yeah I actually had a weird gay moment last night

And then my cis straight brother goes on to explain that sometimes when you’re out with the homies and you’re having a good time and the vibes are right you just give em a little kiss, like just a kiss on the mouth between bros, “no tongue or anything like that but just to express that you’re close and having a good time”

So there we’ve got my brother having casual queerplatonic relationships with his homies at the bar, and he’s telling me this and I’m obviously speechless, so he goes on and he’s like “so because this guy and I were hitting it off I go in for a little kiss and he fucking swerves me” and I’m like yes my guy but because my brother is actually very good with respecting boundaries he was like “ok man great communication, won’t do it again"

And my brother ended the story there and was musing on it like "this guy obviously has some complexes to work through about his sexuality, no confident straight man kisses another confident straight man and then panics and runs away”

OH MY GOD AND

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#WILD#this is so validating for fic writers everywhere#your blorbo Can In Fact Be that oblivious

Doctor: $140,000 a year

It took doctor’s like 10 years to diagnose what was wrong with me, some insisting I was faking for attention while a furry artist I knew just went “that sounds like crohn’s” after hearing me complain once and ended up being right

This is why we punch Nazis. This is why this vile ideology must be stamped out viciously every time it tries to come out of its hole.