#-lextured

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-lexechoric: A suffix for Kenochoric Lexegenders/Kenochords related to words

-lextura: A suffix for Ruptura Lexegenders/Ruptuns related to words

-lextured: A suffix for Gorture Lexegenders/Gorture genders related to words

[candyredappledragon]

Cant wait for the chaos to ensue :] anyways are you excited for Florian and his friends to arrive :D ?

..wh what...

.......y es? bu tno... iff im n ot si ck by the n.

[sebs-studies]

12.3.23

Yes I'm in the library again at 1 am don't judge.

[fagdykefrank]

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoeveer is rightoeus , let him be reightous still. Whoeverr is filthy, let him be filthy still. Listen to the words long writteb down.

[bitbrumal]

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REGRATOR  chin to the back of his wrist / fingers idle despite their grip on a fountain pen. it’s sleek & glossy just like its ink. the purple of his gaze finds the blue of another’s. “many politicians are all about an ego divorced from reality.”

             not... just politicians. “they need the illusion of getting things done; the people’s illusion that they do.” & while the fatui’s upper ranks are meant to understand this well enough to use rather than be used by it - there are those among their number who could do with a crash course. all too much effort for alyos. “anything more they cannot handle.”

         but, where it concerns the tsaritsa’s whelp... a harbinger yet fledgeling - it’s not an ideal situation. chaos chases his heels & the vanguard is where he is found; too often will tartaglia exist in the same space as their business & be the one controlling its tide. it doesn’t pay to refuse to teach at this point. her majesty sees to it that he will not remain blind or malleable, & so it is just... a bother. a smaller bother than him blundering through the bank’s business.

“you must have noticed them flounder in your wake by now?” the corner of his mouth kicks up for the first time. “nothing like a good disaster to have the authorities scrambling for purchase.                         the moment people no longer believe they are achieving things, they no longer are. their only real achievement is control- and control is created more within those controlled than by those doing the controlling.”

with a little sigh, he rests his chin on his palm. the tip of the pen scritches his cheek, nudges his glasses askew just a touch. his nose wrinkles. “i realise this material is dull, but it has value.” what was once a smirk & then a frown now spreads sharply around a sugary tone:            “i could offer you a cookie-?    to keep you focussed.”                                 or a taunt.

a single finger pushes the dish of small pastries to the edge of the desk he’s using. he might bat his lashes, once, & the spark of vitriol that keeps his black heart beating might have bled out into vague amusement.

[iicraft505]

i think that if someone else knows something and is able to do something for a class and you don't understand what they were doing/did and they try to explain it to you that you should try to learn it to be honest. willful ignorance isn't cute.

[ericaand]

Eddie thought of the day.

Sitting in class, dozing off to another boring lexture. You hear the cricklimg of paper against your elbow and lift your head from you hand to see it’s a note. You open it.

“Hi my queen. Care to join your king in a extravaganza tonight after the D&D sess tonight?” Hearts scribbled throughout the paper and two crowns over the king and queen words.

You turn to look at his desk, in the back of the class of course. Your eyes meet and he smiles wide, as you mouth “yeah”.

He giggles innocently, and goes back to writing.

[proto-language]

Much appreciated!! I have not taken a course in Minimalist syntax - my introductory stuff only went as far as G&B/X-bar theory and I was a firm hater of the field until my dissertation turned me onto it - so explanation is very helpful :)

this is so unnecessarily brutal kjsdghklsdlkgd i KNOW i'm bad at syntax

[remusawoooo]

in the process of answering a recent ask... anon, I'm sorry this is turning into a lexture/essay. I wish I was normal about race and ssexuality in fandom 😟

[beldamsgarden]

9/24/24

This night was rough.

When I had gotten home, I crashed immediately (around 9 PM?) and woke up at 2 AM to do my night routine. And then I crawled into the free twin-sized bed in my grandma's room, since her room is closest to the bathroom. I was trying to switch to back-sleeping because it's apparently better for posture. Naturally, I got sleep paralysis. Twice in one night.

I'm good at separating dreams from reality. I often know during my dreams that I'm dreaming and can sometimes manipulate the events. It was different this time. Everything was so realistic that I was confused. And scared.

These are the dreams I can remember

DREAM 01: It Starts Off Mundane

My friends and I were hanging out in LA. I had to join them later because I was busy with something, so I didn't get to go to the arcade with them. I met up with them at some fusion between Spirit Halloween and a coffee shop. It was a good time. I went home and to bed.

I woke up IRL but was very confused. I wasn't even sure if I had actually fallen asleep or just been awake this entire time (it was 3-4 AM at that point), but deduced that I did sleep and dream because my friends had been in the dream and there was no way we hang out that very same day. After that initial confusion, I went back to sleep

DREAM 02: The Face

I was dreaming of of me waking up. The dream was set in my same bed, same night, same everything. It felt like a continuation of Dream 01.

Every time I shut my eyes, I would see a face. You know how whenever you're watching TV or a bright screen in the dark and then you close your eyes after, you still see the after image in the back of your eyes? Yeah, it was like this, except the afterimage would not go away, no matter how many times I blinked. The face resembled a theater mask, split vertifically down in the middle. One side was black and one side was white. It was smiling.

I couldn't move no matter how much I tried twisting my neck. I think I was awake at this point. And then I somehow went back to sleep. Dream-me was able to break out of sleep paralysis and then switch bedrooms (back to my actual room), where I finally went back to sleep in the dream as well.

DREAM 03: What Kind of Fucked Up Super Power is This?

I was back in that twin-sized bed, since I never actually physically left it in real life. I was confused though, because I could've sworn I went back to my bedroom. I was mistaking Dream 02 for reality.

In this dream (at least I think it was a dream), I was waking up, and something felt very wrong. Stomach dropping wrong. Whenever I closed my eyes and thought about anyone, they would begin to appear extremely vividly in my head. From the lexture of their hair to the lines in their skin. I felt wrong, and I knew that if I finished that thought and fully rendered them in my mind, they would die.

I was originally thinking of my high school best friend, but I then switched thoughts over to my grandmother. She was sleeping in the bed over to mine, and I was terrified that I would kill her just by thinking about her.

Somehow, I was able to shut off my brain. I was definitely awake at this point.

I tried to call out for my grandma but nothing would come out of my mouth. I breathed in and out deeply, wiggled my toes (took a lot of effort. Reminded me of that one Kill Bill scene). And then I actually called out for her. She didn't respond because she was asleep.

My mom heard me and burst in the room. She was up early to do something (5-6 AM?). She was like oh my gods what's wrong and I kinda just waved my hand and told her it was another dream.

And then I overslept and skipped my first lecture. Again. My psych prof probably hates me atp. What can I say? I struggle to get up because of how sleep deprived I've been.

[deusvervewrites]

Future Izuku: When Midnight is announced to be the lexturer for the sex ed lesson, Izuku is the only one to not panic or be excited, as he already know she keeps herself in check when health is on the line.

He's already done this lesson once, and the good news is that he won't be flustered because of her putting on the Midnight Persona for this lesson.

The contents of the lesson will be enough, though

[dullahandyke]

love loses my laptop is abt to run out of battery in the middle of a lexture.... bro dont laeve me w my thoughts

[kira-roulston-process-enquiry]

VESSELS WORKSHOP

Most definitely my least favourite workshop due to the initial usage of sugar paper which I soon found out left my hands feeling like sandpaper due to my hyperhidrosis, this lets me know that type of paper is not something I'd probably use in the future in sculpture (unless it's for pulp). However this issue did not stop me from making one of these sculptures with sugar paper, Louise did get me and Sophie cartridge paper which was much easier to use and not as uncomfortable. This led to me using Indian ink to give it a bit more personality compared to the multiple colours used in the sugar paper one. The initial lexture at the start of the workshop was very eye opening to what can be made with paper, which i would like to look at further down the line, possibly next year.

[fluffyzoey]

wait do you listen to tma???

No i just kinda know what it is

I don’t like podcasts cause my brain doesn’t do good on em, I’m an auditory learner at school so podcasts make my brain shut off and think its a lexture

i do wanna know what entity i am tho

[skyllion-uwu]

THEY DID NOT GIVE SEX ED LEXTURES IN THE 50S AND IF THEY DID THEY DID NOT CALL IT THAT!!!!

[troonwolf]

it’ difficult to figure out what I want to eat when I can’t grasp the taste/lexture my brain is hankering for. it’s fried??? fried what?? like a fried meat? but with what?