#( and no we dont know where she was born )

[basofy]

i think you can be as critical about the venezuelan opposition and maría corina and edmundo as you want but arent venezuelans allowed to choose for themselves even if the options arent perfect? are you willing to justify electoral fraud and police brutality, class inequality, bad management of resources, lack of maintenance of the country, breach of the law, lack of investment in health services and education etc etc just because the person doing it is someone you like or because you don't like the other option? are people at fault for wanting something different?

[faaun]

procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally

[sonknuxadow]

you know i do wonder how many sonic characters actually have living parents. like knuckles is the last of his kind so obviously his parents arent around anymore. both guys who could be considered shadows dads are 100 percent confirmed dead. sonic is canonically an orphan im pretty sure. and on the other side of the coin cream is like the only character in the game cast who has a living parent we actually see onscreen. but what about everyone else i dont think theres a straight answer for any other character. other than rouge's mom being mentioned a couple times i Guess but we dont even know anything about her or if shes still alive just that she existed at some point. are these kids constantly putting themselves in danger because they dont have parents around to stop them or because their parents just dont care

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

pls reblog

[hauntingblue]

ENIES LOBBY TIME!!!

Sanji's face here.... he Knows he is going to fuck him up

THAT IS SANJI??? 😨

Holding them in my hands again....

Sanji struck a nerve there akdjaoajkq

Increible trio btw.... look at the evidence

............ me next please 🙏🏻

That is love right there I can see it

What if we all killed ourselves (except usopp is telling her the opposite ajahkdhsakjd)

I need sanji to go insane like this more often.... after the timeskip it doesn't happen as much and I love to see him suffering

This is so funny.... there is no denying to her face card

"It's not like she actually wants to die" well yes she does, but no because you know she doesn't really. It is in a quantum state right now

Luffy is such a menace akdhaksjkaak

TELL EM!!!! THAT'S MY GIRL!!!!

Look at franky worrying about robin.... do not fret luffy is coming and he will NOT lose!!!!!

This is zoro remarking how usopps fear of being left behind makes no sense.... this is so good.....

This is so endearing but it also breaks my heart....

Who is that sultry binch... (I don't recall this attack AT ALL and i'm sure we never see it again)

They botched his bbl.... 😔😔😔

Luffy's face here... he was convinced she wanted to go with them but was compelled to do otherwise but no.... he thought wrong and he can't fight to her.... I've just been staring at this page for minutes like damn.

Nevermind.... this is something your mother would say "you want to die??? Just wash the dishes and you can do whatever you want later"

"If you wanna die, or whatever...." this is so good like he knows what he is doing.... he Knows.... look at her face. After knowing how luffy and ace were as kids this just makes more sense (oda didn't think about this i'm sure but damn does it fit) also the slight manipulation.... look at all of us we're already here and look how we all miss you already... you know that post about luffy being selfish but his selfishness is jusg kindness to others... yesh

Thinking about robin's cinderella lifestyle.... why did her mother leave her with that aunt and why didn't some archeologist take her in?? Because she doesn't complain about anything just like she doesn't respond when that mother accused her of hitting her child without reason... that's so fucked

Alright this is funny (and also true)... I'm sorry fellow women....

*Justin Bieber voice* I like your laugh... dereishi shishishi

SHE'S GONNA ASK HER MOM TO TAKE HER TO THE SEA WITH HER??? LIKE SHE DOES AFTER WITH LUFFY??? MY GOD!!! I just bursted into tears like I got punched in the nose I can't keep going ajdhakajk

I lied i can keep going... but head in my hands over this....

Find out how my emotional stability survives this arc in ennies lobby part 2. coming soon

[pears-trinkets]

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[genderdog]

every time i listen to ugly death no redemption i go fucking insane about ice the last generation again

[starphobe]

fh fandom back to wishing death on a fictional teenager for being mentally ill and not learning how to cope with that in a healthy way. what else is new

[princessmyriad]

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[waitinqroom]

2024 year of the dragon my ASS

[arolesbianism]

Y'know I know I've said like a billion times I don't want to know shit abt Jackie's past but erm. Hi klei. Please just tell me if Josephine and Alan are her parents or some miscellaneous relative this is so important. Did Jackie seriously come from a household with a colonel and another person with a doctorate or does she just happen to be related to them this is so important for how I decide to move forward with my Jackie hcs and with my aus in general I need to know so bad tell me right fucking now

[nerdneeniya]

Hope you dont mind my adding. Another fun bilingual thing that I don't see is english-ifying a non english word or vice versa to make a word that is neither english or from the other language. I'm not sure if it's the same for spanglish, but for runglish (russian english) we do this thing with the word "use" where we'll be speaking a sentence in full russian and then throw in this made up word that's essentially making the word "use" russian. It sounds like "use-ala", "use-ayet", "use-ayish", or "use-ayoo", depending on the verb tense. So for example: я не знаю как "use-ayet" это (ya ne znayu kak use-ayet ehto -- I don't know how to use this). There's technically a word for "use" but I legit don't know what it is cuz growing up it's always been this made up word. Sometimes even when speaking a full English sentence this made up word will get thrown in too.

Also the way your bilingual character speaks will be heavily dictated by whether they were raised speaking both languages, or if English is their second language, and also the age at which they learned English. If it's a dual learned language, more often than not (but not always) sentences will use a combination of the two languages like OP showed above. If it's a second language and they learned young itll be pretty similar, but I've noticed there's a lot more grammar mismatch if it's a second language (i.e. saying English sentences with the other language's grammar structure). (Be careful though if you write a character that speaks like this, cuz that could come off as a little racist.)

You know what’s cringe?

People who don’t know what bilingual people speak like. Cuz like I speak English and Spanish and you know “Spanglish” is super fun. (I mostly see this in fanfics).

But I never go: Yeah and I was at la playa, you know— sorry I speak Spanish and I mix up words! Silly silly me, no se hablar English!

It’s more like: Y estaba en la playa when my mom called me and she was yelling at me and I didn’t even know what I did! I was like ‘Mami, Que hice? Why are you yelling!?’ (More or less something I told my friend a couple of weeks ago)

Then theres the whole “character forgets a word because they’re thinking in Spanish!”

“No, no, the flecha! You know, the thingy that lights up! Like— ugh, what’s it called? Its like— its a flecha! I can’t think of the English word!” (Arrow, its a light up arrow)

Its so awkward to read those.

Idk but being bilingual isn’t just adding a random non-English word into a an English sentence.

Or like having characters just go: “you’re my hermano/hermana, man!”

Or (the very cringe) “come on foo!” // “ese!” // “vato!” // or literally any other word associated with cholos or Chicano gangs.

Like pet names I get. I understand those. I used to call my ex “mi amor” “corazón de melon” “Bebe” “lindó” “guapo” and nothing else in Spanish. Those are understandable cuz those are pet names.

Make Spanglish sound real! (hmu if you want someone to look over your Spanish, specifically)

[linogram]

seeing europeans talk abt how americans need to respect the culture + customs of the [european] countries they go to, like yeah, thats a good take, only for them to turn around and essentially just say that american customs (they dont like) are stupid and shouldnt be followed bc america doesnt actually have any culture

[perfunctory-satisfaction]

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[wensvol]

how do i stop reliving a moment where i said something stupid and got called out for it (rightfully so)

[thesundowncrew]

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe...

For a ghoul who used to have trouble sleeping, Samhain had long mastered the methods and exercises to help him calm his mind enough to fall asleep. It was like meditating but letting go at the very end and letting oneself fall... fall... fall...

He had to keep reminding himself not to get caught up in the illusion. Not to trust whatever the creature showed him. Remember, Sam. It's just a dream. It's just a dream... a dream...

Remember the music box spirit, trapped. All alone with nothing but her thoughts and remnants of what used to be. Don't get caught up in the illusion, Sam. Don't get trapped... Don't fall... Don't... fall...

“Sammy!”

The forest air was crisp and sweet, carrying the smell of pine and earth and wildflowers. The sun was shining but it wasn't too hot, and the grass felt warm between his toes. His fingers curled, gripping bits of grass and soil in between them. He remembered this feeling... He remembered this voice...

As if he'd just woken up from a dream (Was he dreaming? He couldn't remember..) Sam's eyes fluttered open and he gave a great yawn (He must've been asleep for a while if he was yawning like that. How long had it been since he had such a nap on a day as perfect as this?)

“Sammy!”

He heard her again, this time as clear as a bell, though his eyes and head still felt heavy. It was when she got closer that Sam felt like a wave of cold water wash over his entire being, stirring himself up from his very core. Her hair. Her eyes. Her smile. Just as he remembers it...

“I heard it this time!”

Suddenly a pang of guilt stabbed him straight through his chest (But why? What was he guilty of? What had he done wrong?)

“The oldest tree! I heard it speaking.”

He grabbed at his chest. It was hurting. He couldn't breathe (This is wrong wrong wrong wrong Something's wrong...!!)

“Sammy..?”

He snaps his head towards her voice, Liore suddenly just inches away from him. Her wavy locks that always seem to fall in all the right places. Her eyes that glowed like ambers in the sunlight... “Sammy, you all right..?”

(Eyes...)

He studied her for a minute, eyes wide and unmoving. He reached out and cupped her face, with hands of flesh and skin. His thumb gently caressed her cheek, now flushed a rosy pink, and he could feel her breathe on his palm. He brushed the hair away from her eyes, earning a confused flutter of giggles from her. “Sammy, what's the matter with you?”

(Nothing. Nothing's the matter)

"Nothing. Nothing's the matter," he replied, as if on cue. Finally he smiled and Liore smiled in return, looking relieved.

Finally she tucked her hair behind her ear and offered Samhain her hand. “Wanna listen with me?”

"Sure."

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Back in Sundown, Nightshade felt restless. The moment Samhain bid her goodnight, she felt the hair on her neck stand on end.

Though the circumstances of their 'bonding' was not ideal, there were some upsides to having shared spirit essence with one another. Not only were they connected on a physical level but on an emotional and spiritual level as well. Whatever Samhain felt, Nightshade could feel it to a certain degree. And with her feline sixth senses doubling down, Nightshade could feel it now; something was definitely wrong.

"Ah fudgeknuckles..!"

“His name…? It started… with an L, I think... or maybe… a C? I don’t know… I can’t remember…”

These memories fragmented and slipped beyond her reach. The shadowy silhouettes on the stage grew fainter. Dust drifted from the curtains.

With a shiver, the spirit folded her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Weariness crept in again. Samhain spoke, but his words flitted away from her; and when a soft weight settled over her shoulders, she couldn’t quite process where it came from. The sensation seemed far away. Still, the girl pulled the blanket closer around herself on instinct, seeking any warmth and comfort it could offer.

“My mother… must be so worried…” Tears slipped down her cheeks. Heavy regret coiled in her chest where her heart once beat. The spirit leaned her forehead on her knees, her words shaky and broken. “I left her all alone… I didn’t even say goodbye…”

She didn’t notice when Samhain left. His presence had already faded from her awareness.

—

Feldmire waited outside Samhain’s door.

It had eavesdropped on the conversation at the dinner table. It heard Samhain reveal he wasn’t quite human. Moreover, it heard Maude advise Samhain to leave soon. It would scold her for this later, but for now, it had bigger concerns. Tonight was likely its last chance to ensure Samhain never left.

But how could it reach him? It ruffled its feathers as it wracked its mind for ideas, its talons scratching the wooden floor impatiently. It couldn’t squeeze its way inside. The barrier shielding his room—

— the barrier dropped.

Feld hopped backward, shocked for a moment. Then thrill washed over it. It crept closer and tapped the door with its talon, just to make sure. Yes, the barrier was gone. Gone. Feld’s eagerness and hunger kept it from questioning the reason the barrier fell. It only cared that its absence meant Feld could enter.

What marvelous timing. Feld could barely contain its excitement. Regaining its wits, it forced itself to wait a little longer. It pressed against the door. Listened as Samhain’s breathing evened into the slow, steady rhythm of sleep. Then, silent as a shadow, it slithered inside, onto his bed, and sank into his mind.

How to create a dream?

It was simple, really, with enough practice (and Feld had years upon years of practice). The trick lay in letting the dreamer’s mind do most of the work. Feld simply nudged their focus toward memories laced with the delicious feeling of longing. These memories formed the main ingredients for the dream. Once the dream had formed, Feld tugged it into the perfect shape and sprinkled in other details and memories for extra flavor, like a chef preparing a lovely meal.

A meal for itself, that is.

The creature made sure the meal lasted long enough to satisfy its hunger. Of course, it was always hungry, so it never let the dreamer wake up. Simple.

This required control over their sleeping mind. After diving into Samhain’s dreams twice already, Feld brimmed with confidence in its abilities.

It couldn’t resist having a bit of fun.

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A forest.

Sunlight flickered overhead, and birdsong drifted between the branches. A red-furred squirrel darted up a tree trunk. A breeze rustled the leaves and carried the rich smell of moss and soil.

“Sammy!”

A girl bounded toward Samhain, leaping over stones and roots with deer-like ease. Her long black hair flew out behind her. She beamed upon reaching him, her words already tumbling out. “I heard it this time! The oldest tree! I heard it speaking.” Her voice, though a bit breathless from running, rang with excitement, and her brown eyes glimmered with delight.

With another warm smile, she tucked her hair behind her ear and offered Samhain her hand — a familiar hand, dirt-smudged but free from burns. A hand just as human as his own. “Wanna listen with me?”