I did go to school for Marine Biology, but the cool thing is… the greatest thing for me is that Polynesians, our gods, Kahoali, Maui, all these water gods, so it’s really cool and a honor to be playing a [water] character. And there’s not too many brown superheroes, so I’m really looking forward to representing the Polynesians, the natives.
My family are some of the greatest water men on earth. I’m not, but I’m going to go train with them. But it’s really an honor just being a Polynesian. And water is the most important thing in this world and we all know it. It’s cool be a part of DC’s universe.
"honey this is our dream home!" YOU LIVED IN A HORROR MOVIE. I’m almost afraid to ask you to tell any other scary stories because spooky but at the same time…if you have any you want to share haha
WeeEEEeeell… That tv my grandmother used to watch as I fell asleep used to scare the heck out of me. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and see a face in the screen just watching me lie there. Sometimes it felt like my grandmother was protecting me from that thing.
When she passed away, I got the hell out of there and moved all my stuff to another room. I didn’t tell anyone about the face because I was either scared or embarrassed, I guess. Point is, nobody knew. Which is why it was so freaky that the aunt we gave the tv to saw the exact same thing watching her in the dark, her description matching perfectly with what I saw as a kid. Only this time there were more faces, not in the tv, but standing in the room.
When I was little, my grandmother used to sit at the end of my bed and watch tv until I fell asleep. One night I felt a cold hand grab my ankle from underneath the blanket. I thought it was my grandmother checking if I was asleep, but when I looked up she still had both her hands in her lap and whatever grabbed me hadn’t let go yet.
So I’ve decided fandom will forever be confused about Natasha’s name. Not, uh, coincidentally, comics writers have been confused about it for even longer.
The tricky bit is this: Natalia and Natasha are both forms of the Russian name Наталья. The Natalia/Natasha equivalency doesn’t exist in English, leading to all kinds of tail-chasing confusion re: which is real and which is fake. Natasha is a diminutive form of Natalia the same way Bill is for William. “Natalia” is not more authentic or more Russian, it’s just a bit more formal. And “Natasha Romanoff” is not an alias the way “Nadine Roman” or “Nancy Rushman” are.
The Romanoff/Romanova issue is just a question of transliteration. The Russian surname is Рома́нов, which is written as Romanoff or Romanov depending on your history book. Traditionally, Russian ladies take feminine endings to match their grammatical gender— Ivan Belov becomes Yelena Belova, Aleksandr Belinsky becomes Aleksandra Belinskaya. But the feminine endings often get dropped in English translation, e.g. Nastia Liukin, not Nastia Liukina. It’s a matter of preference.
If that’s too confusing, don’t worry, until about 1998 the comics had no idea what they were doing either.
“Another time, Jack took a call. A voice on the other end said, ‘There are three of us down here in the lobby. We want to see the guy who does this disgusting comic book and show him what real Nazis would do to his Captain America’. To the horror of others in the office, Kirby rolled up his sleeves and headed downstairs. The callers, however, were gone by the time he arrived.”—
Mark Evanier, Kirby: King of Comics (via nerdhapley)
It’s Jack Kirby’s birthday, so here’s that story of him being bad ass all of the time.
I wonder if there’s any tumblr themed creepypastas. Like a blog rec that keeps popping up on your dash even after you’ve blocked/ignored it. There’s a different name attached each time, all from clearly abandoned accounts, but the photo is still the same; A person sitting in the middle of a room that looks just like yours. But then you notice the picture is actually changing… The figure is getting closer and closer to the camera each time you see it and blah, blah, curse, ghosts, whatever. SOMEBODY WRITE THIS FOR ME.