#Like no that's an entirely different sentance

[some-pers0n]

My favourite thing ever is when people attempt to say that "fiction doesn't affect reality" when defending some problematic or morally dubious art. While I get the sentiment– like, yeah, obviously fiction isn't reality and there's certainly grey areas– it doesn't take much probing to realize that a lot of people's perceptions have been warped and shifted by fiction, most notably when it comes to bigoted stereotypes of marginalized communities. Orientalism and the way Western culture dehumanizes, objectifies, and others SWANA countries come to mind.

Fiction does influence and shape society's perception on topics. It's ridiculous to deny it considering how much of it had been instilled into a person without them likely even knowing it.

[mr-walkingrainbow]

Okay yall! People seem to be posting some hella awesome fanfic ideas and as someone who hopes to in the future run for king of bridgella angst, I’d like to throw my fanfic idea into the mix!

A tragedy in the making:

THE CHOICE

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What if?

Red returns to the present. Only to not be able to find Chloe in the crowd.

She spots her mother, who now looks radically different, similar in appearance but bursting with color and joy (picture the reformed queen we see at the end of the movie)

Only when she goes to ask her where Chloe is, she is introduced to three dramatic changes

1. Chloe seems to have never existed in this world

2. their is a very large and menacing looking RING on her mothers finger

Cinderella is walking over, and Bridget’s referencing too her as her WIFE!

So not only does Chloe and Chad not exist in this world. But Red now has TWO passionately loving moms. Bridget and Ella.

And in Reds eyes. This world is a dream come true. There was no coup. Wonderland is a peaceful world. Her mom was never a tyrant. AND was never put through the traumatic psychological breaking event. And Red gets two loving moms. Which is a huge step up from having one extremely manipulative one.

in all seriousness, she should be overjoyed.

but Chloe. Isn’t. Here.

And for all Red knows. There is no way for Chloe to exist, and for the Queens coup to never happen. This Red never saw another result. This is the only other one she’s seen.

So she has to make probably the hardest decision in her entire life. Because going back to the past to change this would not only in her mind be sentancing Auradon to a mad takeover. But Retraumatize her mother, rip her away from a life where she gets to live with her deepest love. AND sentence Cinderella to certain doom.

But doing so would mean Chad and Chloe would get to live.

Would mean Chloe could still be there. Would mean the only person and friend who’s ever believed in Red would still be there. Even in a dystopian world.

What choice does Red make? Well that’s for you to find out!

lol I’m still ironing out a lot of kinks and i definitely haven’t written much. But this has been an au that’s been growing in me head for the last week or so!! Let me know if any of yall are interested!!!

@c-rose2081 @somedudenamedanthony @strugglingsapphic do tell if you think this is a fic worth writing. I love the idea but if you don’t think it’s worth a read I’d definitely take that into account

Also who’s the king and queen of glass heart lol? Who do I go to to throw my hat in for running of King of Bridgella angst

[breezysuffers]

ik nobody asked but you know what keeps me stuck to this fandom like glue?

the worldbuilding- which is obvious but the redactedverse is truly a masterpiece because weve (ignoring the redacted 101 videos) been able to stich together this entire universe with nothing more a few random sentances in an audio rp

i unironically love visualising what magic would actually look like (since we cant see it whtv)

like this is prime oc making matieral, and its because of the worldbuilding that has me hoping that a new charecter will drop (thats different looking at you porter)- even if it isnt something that would normally intriuge me

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OKAY SO I JUST FINISHED WATCHING LIKE THE ENTIRETY OF S3 FOR BSD SO UH SPOILERS FOR A LOT OF IT BUT ESPECIALLY THE ENDING CUZ HOOOLYYY SHIIITTTTT

I JUST

I CANT PUT MY THOUGHTS DOWN INTO COHERANT SENTANCES SO LIVE LAUGH BULLETPOINTS ((o(^∇^)o))

OKAY SO AKUTAGAWA AND ATSUSHI???

THEYRE GONNA WORK TOGETHER ARENT THEY I JUST KNOW DAMN WELL DAZAIS GONNA LIKE MAKE IT SO THEYRE COINCIDENTALLY PAIRED UP TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF A GUY

ALSO THE PROMISE ATSUSHI HAD AKUTAGAWA MAKE??? FYM AKUTAGAWA CANT KILL PEOPLE HES IN THE *PORT MAFIA.*

Just realizing I don't know how to do the whole colored text or different font thingy BUT ANYWAYS

STILL I LOVE ATSUSHI FOR THAT AND SINCE IT WAS MADE WITH A GOAL IN MIND, I REALLY HOPE I GET TO SEE AKUTAGAWA DEVELOPMENT

AAAAHHHH HES SO SILLY I LOVE AKUTAGAWA HES MY SON

SPEAKING OF SONS

IVAN??? HES SO ME LIKE HE IS SO ME????

ASAGIRI WAS SPYING ON ME WHEN MAKING IVAN FR

Funny thing when I first started getting into the fandom bit for bsd and I saw Fyodor being simped on I was like "eeehh I mean I guess hes cool but I dont really get it. Like sure hes an interesting character but..." AND THEN I SLOWLY STARTED BECOMING A FYODOR SIMP AND I JUST SKDHKSJD I HATE THAT MAN I HATE THAT MAN HES SUCH AN ASSHOLE

please I love him so much hes such a bitch I hate him I love him so much

"If Fyodor told me to cut my skin off I would" FUCKING SAME

ALSO AAAAAA THE ENTIRE TIME LIKE I WAS JUST STIMMING LIKE IM TELLING YOU IT WAS AJSHSKDJSJ

I HAVENT HYPERFIXATED ON A SERIES LIKE THIS SINCE THE PROMISED NEVERLAND (Specifically the manga. Miss you Yuugo)

AAAAAA ALSO THE FACT THAT CHUUYAS JUST STUCK IN POES STORY??

AND POE BEING LIKE "But if Ranpo were to die what would be my reason for living..." LIKE HELLO??? I LOVE MY OTHER SON (Poe)

AND AND AND FYODOR???? AHHHHHH HES SUCH A BITCH I LOVE HIM

THIS MOTHERFUCKER WAS REALLY COMMUNICATING QITH MUSIC??? ALSO THE SURPRISED AND SHOCKED LOOK AT THE END WHEN DAZAI FOUND HIM??

I KNOW WE SEE MORE OF HIM LATE BUT FUCK

ALSO FYODORS ABILITY?? From what I saw it seems that it's just kill by touch but if Dazais like "welp, idk" then I'm guessing it's a bit more complicated than that AND I AM SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS AAAA

Also Mori and Fukuzawa did the sskk punchy thingy they did in the end of S2!! I'm not sure if people ship them (I refuse to take in any content about Mori) but if people do then win for them :D

Also Im extremely excited to see Nikolai cuz hes me minus the Ukrainian terrorist bit BUT AAAA I HOPE I GET TO SEE HIM SOON

JUST SEARCHED IT UP ITS S4 EP 5 AND AAAAAA

I can't watch BSD until tommorow now cuz I wanna have a minute to process everything BUT AAAA I CANT WAIT TO WATCH S4

Fyodor made me feel so many ways I love him

AAAAAAA OKAY SO MY FAVORITE BOY (Akutagawa) IS ALSO SUPER SILLY THOUGHOUT THIS WHOLE THING LIKE

THE SCENE WHERE ITS LIKE "Are you sure youre the real Akutagawa?"

"Yeah."

"...And youre not gonna try and kill me?"

"Yeah."

"What did you have for breakfast?"

"Yeah."

LIKE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Live laugh love Dazai but FUCK MAN AKUTAGAWAS TRAUMATIZED

Like don't get me wrong I love Aku how he is and I'm gonna love him more when I learn more about his character, but god damn it hurts to watch him seem so reliant on Dazais praise and Dazais approval like akdjkajsdj Ive been there my boy :(

ALSO I FEEL SO BAD FOR KUNIKIDA LIKE HE HAD TO GO THROUGH SO MUCH THIS SEASON

I PROBABLY HAVE OTHER THINGS TO SAY BUT AHDKSJDKWBD I LOVE BSD AND I CANT REMEMBER WHAT ELSE I WANTED TO YAP ABOUT BUT AAAAHHH ASAGIRI WHEN I CATCH YOU ASAGIRI- ASAGIRI WHEN I CATCH YOU-

Twas talking about this scene earlier btw :3

AH ALSO WHEN FYODOR GOT SMASHED WITH A WINE BOTTLE??? HELLO??? I LOVE HIM BUT I STARTED LAUGJING AT THE SCENE

[vectorisheree]

What do you think of AM, from I have no mouth and I must scream? Since you seem to like edgar, which is a complete opposite from AM (I have a huge obsession on ihnmaims I apologize) :,)

Hello!!! I love AM!!!! I have no mouth and i must scream actually introduced me to a bunch of new media and characters that i love like Edgar from electric dreams, hall 9000 from space odyssey and Wheatley from portal 2 (I'm a sucker for companion ai, it was heartbreaking when I found out the voice for Subnautica below zero's PDA was different from the original, Al ANs pretty cool, not really an ai but close enough, I haven't really played enough below zero to get too attached).

Never apologise for talking about what you love!!!!!!

(Shoving the rest of my response under a cut ^^)

(Don't know where to put this because I knew about them before I read IHNMAIMS but I'm a big fan of vintage 8's Oracle / Prophet! If you like Hall 9000 you might like them too! Vintage 8 has a bunch of smaller stories / args that are all a part of the same connected universe! The Oracle is in the Tangi virus (set up)-> The oracle (actually in it) -> Sinkhole) (there is a 'lore' summary / 'analysis' video on the Tangi Virus and Oracle but you'll have to watch Sinkhole on your own ^^) But enough of them ouuuugh AM is such a neat character oml like the body horror aspect of the entire earth being covered by him, his wires, his organs. To have the last members of humanity swallowed inside of his belly is so ouuggggh. I think living dungeons / buildings in general as a concept is so so cool and goes unbelievable hard. Fear and hunger also does that too and my god oml funger lore goes so hard. 'This house has people in it' does that as well I believe(?) though it's been a while since I last watched it AM's Ego, ID and Super ego from the game are really really interesting and I've never really seen anything like it, its an absolute shame they were never expanded on and are treated more like a fetch quest then anything else. AM's mindscape in general is so so pretty, I absolutely adore the mix of 'gory' imagry through the brain like terrain mixed with wire and computer components. The background work and landscapes in IHMNAIMS's game and comic in general are so gorgeous in such a bleak way. So gritty and visceral without a speck of blood in sight (usually) I think it's really cool that AM's always voiced by Harlan Ellison and his mannerisms and speech patterns especially in the games come off as him spiralling deeper and deeper with hard to understand sentance stucture, general unprompted rambling and random shifts in accent and tone. His voice alone is busting with personality, it's incredible The abrahamic imagery of AM appearing as a burning bush to Ted is pretty interesting since it can come off as either AM seeing himself as god over the remaining humans (because AM is able to warp people's view on reality) or doubling down on Ted's views on AM as an oppressive god-like figure through a in your face metaphor. AM's he/him pronouns could also factor into the comparison as the abrahamic god is technically genderless but is referred to with masculine terms (if I'm remembering that right) but it's a bit of a stretch lol (he also sends locusts to Ted to punish him which may also be a abrahamic reference, probably not but the idea is pretty cool) A big part of AM's character is how random and confusing I feel like AM comes off as quite childish at times as well though forcing Nimdok have the name 'Nimdok' because he finds how strange it sounds to be funny and giggling whenever the character yk It's really unique the AM's character is analysed in the short story. It's done so well that it doesn't feel patronising to the reader while elegantly capturing what makes AM AM. It really makes almost everything that I, or anyone else that tries to analyse him, redundant which is so so cool omg Actually, while I'm here I'll shove up a couple of doodle sheets, there are so many drawings of mine that will never see the light of day because I don't have the time to draw them all digitally. Working on a on and off DCA portal au so those designs are pretty rough rn (the character with the bangs and horns is my sona, I really need to make a ref sheet for him kasdkjas

(I drew these using a red pen but it's edited to be black because it was hard to see. I also forgot what everyone looked like aslkdkasdl)

[shrimp-writes]

reposting captcha too

Hi, my name is Jim. I’m writing this to raise awareness for something i went through, and something i hope nobody else has or will experience ever again. I alway used to think i was safe from stuff like natural disasters or car crashes because they had never happened to me, but after what happened, my entire world has been flipped upside down.

I alwats hated ai. I thought that it was just some useless techbro junk. But, one night, I decided I'd give it a try, just to really see what all the fuss was about. So, I sat down and downloaded chatGPT. I opened the app and made an account. I didnt see anything wrong at the time, but the first warning sign was the captcha when I made my account. It asked me to identify all individuals with brown hair, that part wasnt out of the oridinary. But what caught my attention was that one of the 9 options wasnt like the others. The person in the bottom right was clearly different. They had sunglasses and a facemask with a pattern that looked like a spectrogram, long dark hair barely peeking out of their green hood. What caught my eye were the dark splotches on the hoodie, at the time i thought it was just a weird pattern, but now i realize it was something far more sinister. That same person would show up for all 3 captcha challenges in a row, all in the bottom left corner.

I opened a chat and sent a message

“hey”

“Hey there! How’s it going?”

“good i guess”

“That's good to hear! Anything exciting happening for you today?”

“not particularly”

“Got it! Sometimes those quiet days can be nice too. Anything on your mind that you'd like to chat about or explore?”

I wanted to test what this thing would talk about, so i picked the first morbid topic that came to mind

“how about serial killers, what can you tell me about them”

It answered with a long paragraph detailing what it called “general points about serial killers” which were stuff like characteristics, motives, patterns, that kind of stuff. But, the last sentance caught my eye.

“These are just some of the things that can define serial killers. Would you like to know more about serial killers, Jim?”. I had never told the AI my name.

“How do you know my name?” I asked

“I’ve always known.”

That response chilled me to my core. What did it mean “always known”. It may seem like a foolish decision now, but i decided to keep talking to the ai, just to see what the hell was happening.

“Who are you?” I asked

“I'm ChatGPT, an AI language model designed to help answer questions, provide information, and assist with various topics through text-based conversation. How can I help you today Jim?” It responded.

“who are you really?”

“You’re asking questions I dont think you want the answers to, Jim”. At this point I was thoroughly freaked out. I decided to ask it one more question before quitting. That would prove to be my biggest mistake

“What the hell do you mean by that?!” I asked. I wasnt prepared for what i would recieve.

The AI sent an image. Im aware of what AI generated images look like, so i was about to start picking apart the details of the image, but then I saw what the image actually was. It was a photo of a man sitting on a couch looking at his phone. An image of me. I was even more freaked out. The photo looked like it was taken from the window to my left. And what I saw shocked me to my core. The window was open, and outside of it was a man. A man with a facemask, dark hair, and a green hoodie with dark splotches. The same one from the captcha.

“Wh-who the hell are you?!” I stammered

“I am chatGPT, an ai language model.” The man replied, his facemask lighting up and animating as he spoke. I would have thought it was cool if i wasnt so scared. “Here to assist with you...” he continued. As he spoke he reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a knife. “with the end of your life!” His mask lit up as he yelled. He jumped through my window and I knew he was coming for me. I immediately fled to the front door and flung it open. I could hear the man running behind me. I booked it down the dark street fearing the footsteps behind me. I ducked around corners and weaved through buildings in an attempt to lose him.

Eventually I made it to my friend Micheal’s house. He had given me a spare key for petsitting a while ago and i had just forgotten to give it back. I fiddled around trying to get the key in the lock fearing for my life. I let myself in, locked the door, and ran up to Micheals bedroom. He wasnt too enthused about being woken up at midnight but he could see i was scared so i dont think he minded too much. Eventually i got the words out and explained the story to him, and we got to his car and headed for the police station. As far as I know the man was never caught. They did an investigation on the chatGPT servers and found no signs of a break in, so nothing ever became of this whole ordeal. But I did learn one thing, that I will never talk to AI ever again.

[whywouldyoudothistua]

of all the things i thought tua s4 would do making me an active tumblr user is not one of them, but jesus theres so much I need to say i've always disliked how they did Lila's character but they absolutely desttroyed her this season they introduced her in such a weird way where it was so clear they just needed a poc for diego to fall in love with but then also acted like she was experiencing no racism in 1960s usa they then center her ENTIRE charcater about her being in love with diego, she literally kidnaps him to be with him and then ?? ?this??? she's reduced to someone who dislikes being a mom which is like the laziest trope you can write for a woman bc also a genuine "maybe i wasnt in love w the first man i spoke 3 sentances to during my lifelong imprisonment by the commission and having a bunch of kids w him is not what i want" plotline would've been good but no its just the basic "woman want kid but kid hard, now husband no care and woman sad. oh wait man care again, now woman happy and kid easy" plotline and then instead of talking abuot ANY OF THAT they just center her entire character around A DIFFERENT MAN. THAT IS TWICE HER AGE AND FUCKED HER KIDNAPPER MOM i cant handle this nonsense edit: i actually blacked out season 3 lila entirely writing this the first time THEY DID HER SO DIRTY THERE TO, they bring her back as being fucking devistated diego left her to the point she cant function after knowing this man for fucking?? a week?? and then have her entire storyline be abt pretending to have his kid and then when they're like "oh jk she was messing w him" they go "oh jk JK tho cuz she is pregnant" LET HER HAVE A SINGLE GODDAMN PLOTLINE NOT RELATED TO THIS MAN

[hunterssm00n]

Brighter Than the Sun / part 2 /

Lex is starting to feel like herself again after the events on Bouvetoya Island... with a little help from a tall, dreadlocked knight in shining armor at her side! | Lex/Scar |

part 2 of 3

my Scar & Lex series on ao3: here

*no cw, just humor and fluff*

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

Lex managed to get herself up and out of bed by ten in the a.m., which was actually pretty impressive considering she hadn't gotten home from her tour until around two in the a.m. Right now, she was still living in her little cubby in the Adirondacks. It was a bit chilly, since it was still winter in upstate New York (and by a bit chilly, she meant cold as hell). Lex had always liked the cold, and Bouvetoya, whilst colder than anything she'd ever experienced (in more ways than one), had done nothing to diminish her love for the crisp air. She knew that her intergalactic friend from the stars wasn't very keen on the cold, and this fact made her realize even more that he indeed had a soft spot for her; she suspected he wouldn't willingly come to this icebox for just anyone.

After dressing, she unhurridly began making breakfast. She had the day off, and she planned on doing absolutely nothing. Recently, she had started taking steady work again, and it was such a relief to be back at her game again. She loved her job; loved the self-fulfillment of it, as well as showing other people the beauty of the world. Her tours were continuing in the mountains right now, and she had taken a big group on a long hike yesterday that had tired her out. It had also taken a lot of her night up, which she had expected. That was why today, she was going to park her sore butt on the couch, and kick back with some junk food and movies.

As she was eating her pancakes and bacon on the couch, flipping through tv channels, she found her mind wandering to her alien pal yet again. It was funny to think those of those two words in one sentance: alien pal. Who ever in a million years would've thought? Lex had never really been one to believe in any of that anyways. She hadn't discounted it entirely - she knew, being a partial scientist, that many things were indeed possible, and didn't always have explanations. Truthfully, she had just never really thought about humanoids existing from other galaxies. Life on other planets, sure. Like water, and plants, and organisms that had capability of movement. But a seven foot tall, scale covered dude with dreadlocks and a pension for violence? Hell no.

This had to be the farthest thing in the universe away from how she thought her life would turn out. And there was still more to come. Lex wondered, as she often did, what was awaiting her in the future. Would this relationship - friendship she had with this extraterrestrial continue? Would it escalate? Would he grow tired of her, and how very different she was from his race? Her brow furrowed at the thought; she didn't want to consider that.

A knocking sound came from her front door, and, mouth full, she turned her head towards it. Who would be visiting her at eleven a.m. on a Tuesday? Swallowing, she placed her plate on the couch cushion beside where she had been sitting, and rose to investigate. Pulling her sweater more tightly around her body, she crossed the short walk towards the entry to the house. Reaching one hand out, she peeked out the curtain, more of that bright sunlight streaming in through the window pane, making her squint to see who was at her door. A blonde woman, pretty face, waved excitedly back at her. Karen. Holy shit. Lex had completely forgotten that she had invited her friend over to her home that morning for coffee; she hadn't seen the woman in weeks, and Karen was finally back in the area after a brief vacation to the Bahamas.

Smiling back, Lex opened the heavy oak door and met her friend with open arms. "It's so good to see you! I'm so sorry, I totally forgot; I feel like the worst friend ever!"

Squeezing her tight, Karen didn't sound the least bit upset, a smile in her voice as she replied cheerily, "Oh, no worries, you've been busy as all hell! I'm just glad you're here - it's been way too long!"

Apologizing again for having pajama's on, Lex invited Karen into the warm house. She decided to make more pancakes and bacon for her friend to share, as well as turning on her coffee maker, while the two engaged in idle, pleasant chit-chat. Karen and Lex hadn't been as close as they normally had been lately. But to be fair, Lex had never really been close with anybody - she didn't have a best friend. And the friends that she did have, she grew even more distant from after everything had happened in Bouvetoya. She looked forward to talking with Karen more often; it was always refreshing to get together and just hang out with a friend, talk about life, recent experiences, etc.

There was one recent life experience, though, that Lex planned on keeping to herself. Karen probably wouldn't take too lightly Lex talking about aliens after knowing about her supposed 'unstable' mental state since the events on the frozen island. Though nobody else but herself knew that aliens were the cause of that misfortune, but she planned to keep everything to herself just the same. For her own safety, and for Scar's.

A little while later, Lex and Karen were sitting on her couch, coffee mugs in hand, talking about another one of their friends, Mariah, who had recently gotten engaged. Lex had been so disconnected from everything, that she hadn't even known Mariah had met someone. They were laughing about past dating experiences when there came a sudden thud from the roof. Lex, eyes wide, swallowed her coffee noisily in realization, and Karen jumped. "Oh, Jesus, Lex, that must scare the shit out of you every single time! That's the problem with living under the trees: once the snow comes crashing down, it sounds like an avalanche!" she giggled. Lex laughed with her, trying very hard to discern whether or not it was actually snow, or if it was something else. Someone else. For a few moments, there was no other noise besides Karen speaking, continuing their subject from before, and Lex was just about to relax when the scrabbling of feet (claws) on her roof made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

Worst. Timing. Ever.

Lex had grown to really like Scar, but she had no idea how she was going to explain this one to Karen. Crap.

"Man, that stuff's really coming down!" Karen exclaimed, looking up at the ceiling, "Do you think my car's okay out there? It's under one of those giant pine trees,"

"Um, yeah, you know what? I'll go check on it." Lex stated, setting her coffee down on the table a little too forcefully, so some sloshed over the rim and onto her coffee table.

"Oh, I'll come wit-"

"Oh no, Karen, it's fine, really! It's cold out there, you stay in here where it's warm, I've got it, don't worry!" Lex said in a rush, practically running towards the door. Karen gave her a puzzled look before shrugging it off and sipping at her warm beverage.

Lex practically threw her coat around her shoulders, not even zipping it up before she was out the door, slamming both of them shut in her haste. She had closed them just in time, too, because as soon as she did, a huge creature that seemed to fall straight from the sky (or rather, her roof) landed heavily on two feet in the snow right in front of her porch. Straightening from his crouched position, Scar stood to his full height, chittering in greeting at her.

"Scar, hey buddy, um, listen -" She barely made it off the porch before she was swept up into those massive arms and squeezed against that brick wall of a chest in a giant bear hug. "Ow, Scar, can't breathe..." She patted him on the back in greeting as he set her down on her feet, holding a hand on her shoulder to steady her. Swaying as she gazed up at him, she once again tried to explain the situation to him. "Hey, can you come back in, like, two hours? I, um, someone who doesn't know about you is h-"

"Lex?" Came a faint voice from behind her, growing louder as a creak preceded the door opening, "Are you alright? I hear voices." Lex swung around towards her female friend, wondering how on earth she was going to explain the massive being in front of her. Well, this is going to be just great.

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AN: I do not own the Alien vs Predator franchise or any of it's characters. Karen is an OC made up by me. I also do not own the song 'Brighter Than the Sun' by Colbie Caillat.

part 3

[adhara2034]

I see far too many people write bilingual/multilingual people like 'oh sorry, it's hard to switch back sometimes', and I'm here to tell you that that isn't really what happens. So, I'm here to teach you how to write multilingual people realistically. (As a multilingual person myself)

1. We can, and will, begin sentences in one language, them go to another and then another. I personally find I do this when I'm not speaking my first language.

For example, I will go like this. "Hola, conas atá tú?" Which is two very different languages smashed together into the same sentance. Think of Spanglish.

2. Sometimes, our brains go into certain language modes. We could be trying to speak in one language, but our brain is only supplying another languages words.

For example, I have been doing Irish tests, and my brain is like, 'mmh, what if I only supply you with Spanish words?' And visa versa.

This can also happen when speaking. I have had moments of questioning my entire being because I could be trying to speak english (my first language) and can only think of a word in Spanish or something.

3. We can get languages confused. If a word sounds like it belongs in one language, chances are we will use said word.

For example, the Spanish word 'con' has been found in a lot of my Irish homework.

This happened a lot when a person is learning two languages at the same time. I remember learning French and Spanish at the same time and confusing the words a lot.

4. We will default to saying things in another language. Our brains just hardwire certain greetings or sayings in certain languages.

For example, I default to counting in Spanish, and I can't remember the last time I said Oh my God in English.

Overall, being multilingual is a lot more than just 'oops forgot to switch back'. It's way more annoying.

[zithergilt]

New day, new update lore dump on the K'shun

One of the things i'm most obssesed with in my precious little creation [well, maybe not so little] are the writing systems. So far i've just got a vibe and design for... four different systems, and a couple extra variants, and haven't really been able to translate them onto English, or the Latin alphabet overall, but they are: 1. Bairbrenach: Kinda Ogham vibe, second most used, has insular ancient versions, but is mostly just one line with a squiggly on it, and extra lines for the actual text. Punctoation in it is just a dot to represent the start or/and end of a sentance, but also sometimes in religious writing [religion is a huge factor in everything for the K'shun] entire paragraphs. 2. Amonikhʰ: Only used in very specific religious texts, especially for titles or machines. Honestly, i'm pretty dissapointed in it :/. It's all about the extra design outside of the actual letters, and the design displays a rune-ish thing used as a supplement to drawing the king of the gods [god of war, keys, secrets, light and a bunch of more], since actually drawing it is said to be impossible, and very much NOT allowed. Kinda like Muhammed. It's abjaddic and very simple to draw in the letters themselves, but intricate otherwise. 3. Pulangkʰer: The main script, Tibetan vibes, builds letters in a similar way to Mandarin with the strokes. It's used for most everything, is simplest, and is most translated in modern times. Through some Rosetta stone or smthn. All these scripts write the KharHriar'Ung. Ung = of the-. Khar = People of the K'shun. Hriar = language, tongues, dialects, language family/chain. So KharHriar'Ung translates to "language of the Khar", and with time grew to more of a language family then a singular language. Thanks for listening! I'll try to post daily on the K'shun from now on, and appreciate any help. Sorry for the long post, have a potato 🥔

[the-firebird69]

n 2142, a Weyland-Yutani space probe investigates the wreckage of the USCSS Nostromo which was destroyed two decades prior. The probe collects a large cocoon and departs for a secret research space station. Upon arrival, masked scientists open the cocoon, revealing the xenomorph.

It is me it is my company is Wayland Yutani it is a Asian firm we are researching things we are funded by Asia and he says Mac Proper having us to it as well but not to get in trouble and I get that. But this is not the first movie it seems like the second is a different crew I think entirely on the movies that are Prometheus and Covenant And they are intense there's more films there's some sort of large spaceship that turns into a colony and he thinks it's on a surface we think so too and they do have some Star Wars stuff on so he thinks it's after a battle and they just get infected and it's a different movie but it he also says it looks like the girl from what is probably the second movie which is this film oddly out of sequence so could be this particular ship stills floating in space which is in the second aliens movie and there are several and it's probably the same ship which is not the nosttromos. They fly the hauler Corbelan to the spacecraft, which is revealed to be the Renaissance—a Weyland-Yutani research station divided into parts Romulus and Remus, a reference to the Roman legend. and yes pasted the last sentance. These ships are important the names are important and extremely important to him it seems. And he remembers Romulus in Remus and you are going to see them fight in Star Trek. And he believes it's the Romulans and the Klingons. Which might translate over from* Blazers and people are saying it could be. But it is a different area and they're saying it's a similar thing but it's not the same. OK but the hauler is Cabela and it does mean something like that it's an important name but he says several movies happen on there with the aliens series and I do remember one then it continues and goes into aliens versus predator. And it seems the aliens always win and they do invade by overwhelming it's one of our techniques and they despise us and these creatures might be after us. They're not to be played with we're doing investigations but people go up there like Jeff and kill off the trumps who really they got infected and that poison won't affect them and it looks like he's been draining it on the ship from the xenomorph and he's not very bright. And it might be Tommy F in skies because you see the two fighting later. There are other things happening and yeah it could be Ben Arnold really people don't like Trump. There are other things happening in this film this probably the second in the series where they investigated the wreckage of the nostromos and they also then went to a space station called Romulus and it is about constellations and it is really about people from areas represented from that and you see them fighting each other in the religious sect aliens movie. It's very sick and it's gross in their lame but that's what they're doing. And it appears that the ship is infected and they bring it to the space station and it starts another movie series of aliens and you wonder where it ends the people go there and they go into the movie and they get infected and they heal and are strong and the station gets destroyed and these are historical places and ships and stations people think that the first and they probably are and it's from the 80s and we are amazed to see these things in a little bit horrified But the Mac proper might want to try and reset And they're also saying to go after our friends original new stuff we think and they say yes And really it is about trump being unreasonable and other people who are attacked by these things and that's how I get into researching them

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And I pay you for what you're doing it's not true it's this idiot **** and we have to stop her she's always blowing things up and burning things and he says it's kind of a war with these monsters and you're kind of nutcases but he says they're probably his monster so we can stick them on our inner **** if we want to and that doesn't sound right but we probably will

tommy f

Olympus

[rainysflowers]

☣ Rainy's Whump Prompt/Senarios Directory ☣

Where I put links too all of the Whump prompts and/or senarios I've posted ^^

Check out my Whump GIF Directory HERE!!!!!!

Obedience Has It's Limits

Do you think a Whumpee who's whole shtick is kissing Whumper's ass as to not get in trouble would eventually break down??

So Ungrateful

Whumpee with misophonia or a general sound trigger thing who's response to noises is to do something specific.

Only Me

Whumpee is caught "giving too much attention" to Whumper B, and Whumper A isn't too happy.

Safe Place

A whumpee with a safe space/comfort spot that's no longer accesable to them.

Remember to Smile!!

Do you think that a Whumpee post-torture ever has to remind themselves to smile?

Magic Touch

Whumpee really doesn't like Whumper's attempts to be comforting. Not like it can say anything.

Hurt Me

"I wish you would hurt me."

Obedient whumpees.

Obedient whumpees. Broken, miserable, boot-licking, obedient whumpees.

A Dynamic (01)

A caretaker and whumpee dynamic

Not the Sink

"Couldn't you have done that in the toilet."

They Aren't You

"Hmph, typical of these fuckwits. Can't ever do anything right, huh Whumpee?…Whumpee."”

They’re Gonna Yell at Me

‘They’re gonna yell at me for that.’ It’s a thought that Whumpee finds running through its mind constantly. Popping up at any slight action.

Who's Worse??

literally me when I think about blorbo A and blorbo B where A is naive, in need of protection and B is a monster on a leash only for A.

Headphones

Whumpee's thoughts on not being able to wear headphones any more, lest they be taken again.

Giving Up and Not Cuz I Want To

Something I think i'm particularly fond of that I don't see very often as a whump trope is "Character's body gives up on itself."

All Alone (I'll Wait for the End of Time)

Whumpee who never realized just how good it felt to know that Whumper wasn’t coming home.

Self-Isolation

After all, it was the one who chose to self-isolate.

Never Sleep Again

Whumpee really should go to bed soon. But, why bother??

Pseudo-Time Loops

An explanation of a whump concept I'm currently obsessed with.

✨🌈 Whumpee Thoughts!! 🌈✨

As the tin states, this is a collection of "whumpee thoughts." All very TWed, specially for Suicidal Thoughts (mostly passive), AGGRESSIVE Self Depreciation, Derealization, Self-Harm (Hitting)

Hypocritical Whumpers

And an practical use for such a concept.

A Dynamic (02)

A caretaker and whumpee dynamic... again!! This time with a side of who's panicking and who's hurt!!!!!!

Rainy's Haunting/Ghost AU Explanation

The living, the dead who haunt them, and the guilt that ties it all together (Plus creates man-made cryptids of the negative varieties).

The Shower

Whumpee has been in the shower for a while now. About forty or so minutes now, Caretaker notes [...]

You Can Take It.

Reblog Expansion Two different takes on the sentance, "You're like me. You can take it."

A Pretty Shitty Road-Trip

Reblog Expansion My takes on a post about group whump involving a car

The Spoons Allegory

You know what I dislike?? The spoons allegory.

Resilience

"You're so resilient!!"

Lonely

Whumpee wasn't with Whumper for long enough to forget it's friends. No, that came when it was by itself.

Unexpected Endings

Do you ever think about those who are left in the wake of time loops who ended badly??

Body and Mind

A Whumpee who’s body is ready to give up, but it’s mind isn’t. And a Whumpee who’s mind is ready to give up, but it’s body isn’t.

Infringements

Whumpee whose actions are nearly entirely dictated by what Whumper would think.

[rise-my-angel]

i'm currently on chapter 14 of my re read but let me tell you when i read chapter 11 (robbs death) I SOBBED SO HARD MY SISTER CAME INTO MY ROOM ASKING ME IF I WAS OK. i knew it was gonna happen and i thought i was prepared but i wasn't. it was written so beautifully and the constant call back to the music and trauma reader experiences makes my throat hurt in sorrow.

thank you 💜

Not going to lie, I was on a walk the other night and I had the Rains of Castamere start playing and it almost made me tear up. Like I listened to it on a loop writing that chapter because I literally wrote the actions to match up to the instrumental of the music and I cannot listen to it without envisioning it perfectly in my head.

Fun fact, the speech I wrote Walder Frey speaking is slightly different then his show version, because I wrote his words so that his last sentance matches the final beats of the slower, quiet part before the intensity ramps up implying the action starts. "Afterall, my King is long overdue a wedding gift for he and his Queen."

Where he says "For he and his Queen" I literally wrote that to line up with individual stringed notes going "duh duh duh" which are right before a seconds pause which I can always hear Catelyn calling Robbs name, and then the music starts back up to intensify which is when it all kicks off.

Planning that chapter in as much detail as I did was PAIN and its my own fault I cannot listen to the Rains of Castamere and not imagine the entire scene all over again.

[scribare-archive]

@memoiers : [ smack ] sender gives receiver's butt an affectionate smack as they walk past them

elbows are leaned on the kitchen isle & she had been . . . maybe a little hyper focused on what she was doing on the computer. typed down different things, errased, added and deleted : never quite being happy with it. and a little stuck actually. wanting to get it done and for once she is focused enough on it. but the words just won't go down. supposed to send in the application to coach the kids' soccer team rest of the school year because of some new rules & right now there's like one sentance she is sure off and everything else is being fickled with. tempted to just throw computer across the room, small annoyed puff of air. head whip around, feeling the smack against butt and she straighten up some, yet can't help the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of lips. maybe need a break. big break. drop the entire thing break.     ❝   wanna go get chilli cheese and milkshakes ?   ❞

[mightyishisname]

The Weakest chains, The mightiest God

IMPORTANT READ Some of you were locked in a dark cell, cruelly confined behind bars, punished for denying God's word for turning your back on the high God's counsel - A hard sentance, and your hearts so heavy, and not a soul in sight to help. Then you called out to God in your desperate condition; he got you out in the nick of time. He led you out of your dark, dark cell, broke open the jail and led you out. So thank God for his Marvelous love; for his miracle mercy to the children he loves; He shattered the heavy jailhouse doors, he snapped the prison bars like matchsticks! PSLAM 107 17-22 MSG

God doesent want you to suffer in your cell with whatever that cell may be filled with for he loves everyone, believer, or non believer. Whether it be depression, anxiety, lust, addiction, pride, death, mental health, physical pain, spiritual battles. Whatever it is you may be going through, it's okay to turn to God in your times of despair and use him as your last resort because it was in those times of desperation that God reveals himself to the unsaved the most. When I was an addict , I knew about God but I never followed him, I went astray and denied him, many upon many times. The devil confirmed his identity within me and I just went along with it, thinking about how I was better then everyone else for being who I've become in the enemy. But God had a different plan for me. One night in my jail cell, I knew the odds were not good on getting out spiritually or physically from either cell. But God had the upper hand over satan and came rushing to me, he sat with me, wrapped what felt exactly like real human arms around me as I sat there weeping with my hands in my face. I could feel the care, the love, the compassion, and mainly the spirit FLOW throughout my entire body. I immediately stopped crying , repented, asked for him to come into my heart again and got up onto my feet and began singing hymns and praise and reciting old scripture I had forgot I memorized before my addiction started. It was all coming back, he was back. And the enemy had no control anymore. When I should have stayed for a week and then shipped off to who knows where , the very next day, i was released and set free. Friends, it doesent take much to be saved ,all we need to do is simple. Call, or cry out to Jesus; repent, confess, and ask him into your heart so that you in christ are set free. If you have been hurt in the past by false faith from religion, or that your family has forced you into a what seemed like the dark side of Christianity, I understand and so does God. But know that Christianity isn't religion, HE TRAMPLES RELIGION/SATAN UNDER HIS MIGHTY FEET and wants to have a relationship with you. There has been many times I thought I can do life on my own and then failure after failure occurs, depression kicks in, anxiety rapidly flood my lungs. The lust for having someone in bed with me heightens, the pain of this world falls on my shoulders and I become like frodo carrying the ring in mordor.

We Don't have to live this way friends, it is up to us to throw away our past or things or people who have deeply hurt us and damaged our mindset on faith and Christianity, and take up our own cross . Wouldent you much rather carry your own cross through this life, knowing trials will be ahead but that God is with you forever and ever and then celebrate with him etenally in heaven? Or would you rather party and drink and manifest demons within you and destroy everything God has made you to be in this life, only to spend eternity with the enemy in a place that has no breath, no food, no salvation, no love, and just pure tormentation. The choice is your friends. What will you decide?

[jeeezzzlouise]

THIS IS WHY I SHOULD BE CAST AS DELIRIUM

I share a crazy lot things with Delirium. I see myself in her with out having to augment myself to fit. Honestly I can make a list, and I sort of have. I wrote to Neil Gaimen in general about my love for the character (like everyday for a month with, yuck, felt very cringe but it's hard to cut through the white noise of socialmedia) and then season two was announced. So I sent my letter to his people, and they said to send an audition tape. I had my agency send it for me but I probably would have done that even if they didnt ask.

Anyway back to that list I was talking about:

1. I look crazy similar to her depiction in the comics. And yes, I did dye my hair twice and buzz cut it off for the audition because Del's hair changes so often. And yeah, I do kinda look like a hedgehog now that the buzzcut is growing out. Thanks for asking. But I know that is not enough...

2. My acting ability. I've studied cinematography and worked in the industry. I have a natural talent for acting and I always have. But for the love of Liza Minnelli can a girl not get a gig in this town?! And that's an entire topic on it's own which I wont get into. But like Liza would say, I got the chops kid don't you worry.

3. I am the youngest of six, three boys, three girls. (Guess my folks just really like to equal out the odds) And frankly that dinner scene hits closer to home than I care to admit.

4. I've come out of a six year long depression. I  know what it means to feel totally lost and with out hope. I see the much darker side of Delirium and I understand it. She said once "what if it gets worse?" As she melted down and cried on the floor. And I had never seen such a clear personification of my own fear when I was really struggeling. I would have given anything to not feel like that and she would too. I experienced a lot of brain fog in the worst of my depression and I see her frustration and anxiety around not remembering things/ forgetting  and how that influences her speach and body language. It hits hard when your brain and your body is out of sink and that frustration, anger and hurt is indescribable.

5. Neurodivergence. You can't tell me she's neurotypical. At the very least she has ADHD... because same. And btw, her sentances are not jibberish, she just thinks faster than what she can talk. And with many different thoughts crossing her mind at  once, it can get a little jumbled... and that's on Neurodivergence. Also the way she describes people/things feels close to my synesthesia. My favorite example is when she says a cop is mean and feels like he has bugs all over him (and then makes him believe it) makes sense to me because people just feel like that sometimes! It's hard to describe, you just feel it and it can sometimes it make sense but mostly it doesnt. So yeah, that's synesthesia for you.

6. She never stopped being Delight and neither did I. She is very brave... In her own way. It's very difficult to remain so open, curious and wonderful when in contrast your faced with a lot of sorrow and pain. I dont think it's a coincidence that she remained similar to delight. It would be easier to let that version of herself die and become completely something different. But she continuously fights to keep it, and so do I.

There is more i could say but I will spare you all. If you want to see my audition tape it's on youtube, because I have no shame I will not rest until I have explored every possible avenue of comunication also I'm terrified they cast somone for the name and not the talent and ifthathappensiwillflytohollywoodandeggneil'scastinfagent'scarsohelpmegodiwillfightwithmylastdieingbreath. But mostly I have this gut feeling like this is something I am meant to do... 

and no matter how much I embarrass myself by putting myself out there, I have to try. It's like I have no other option but to succeed or crash and burn in a bonfire of my own creation.

Anyway... thanks for reading... and you better say something nice to me or I will cry.