#Poor grammar

[alex2xander]

Be nice and don't mock tumblr users that communicate differently.

Examples:

1.) Typing quirks

2.) No punctuation

3.) Random Capitalisation

4.) Long run on sentences

5.) Frequently misspelled words

6.) Missing spaces between words

7.) Repeating words and sentences

8.) Posts audios and videos instead of typing

9.) Express themselves through custom emojis

10.) Use an AAC (Augmentative and alternative communication) device

Some users have intellectual disabilities, use speech to text, struggle with grammar, have hand tremmers, have high support needs, etc.

Regardless of how they communicate and their reason why, they still deserve respect. They are trying their best.

[dijidweeeb]

😳 ... "the fuck is this shit?" (In my Slim Shady voice.) 😂 ... I shouldn't respond to retarded, uneducated grade school drop-outs! Never/Ever but I did anyways. 🤦‍♂️

[womp-womp-waa]

SBG FIC

Basically I got tired of the lack of Aiden-centric fics so I decided to do some short one shots for a quick read because I can't ever seem to finish a fic.

This is for the everyone waiting for the next episode (I'm scared)

[silkythewriter]

i love your fics but theres a few grammar error i think u could fix no offense. does is not the same as dose, dose is for a quantity of medicine or something similar like that in the medical field usually. whereas does is for an action that is preformed, like what you're supposed to use in your fics instead of "dose", again, no offense :") i just think that it might sound entitled if i said it on the comments

NO PLEASE I UNDERSTAND

I have dyslexia plus me being a fast typer is definitely something that comes into play with this. I am working on it! I feel like I have made some improvement, with the last fic with Vox and alastor.(I’m surprised its doing so well) I definitely fumbled A BUNCH. But it’s mostly because tumblr wouldn’t let me edit my draft, so I had to go on safari and do it from there which I’m not use to using it in a different format if that makes sense. I’m really embarrassed about it but I always polish my fics the best I can! It’s just I give my self a deadline to post before 5 so I always rush myself. Which doesn’t help my case a bunch either (╥﹏╥) you don’t sound entitled at all! I understand how poor spelling and grammar can effect enjoyment of said fan fic so please don’t feel bad!.

But yea I just wanna clear this up so everyone understands I just have trouble sometimes and I will do better in the future! (If tumbler fixes the bug as-well that is) anyway thank you for being honest and I promise to do better!

I still hope you enjoy my content!

(っ´ω`)ﾉ(╥ω╥)

(I’ll probably remake it in the future cause I still can’t edit it :(. )

[the-kitten69]

[jane-crow]

ah yes...grammar..

i went out trick or treating with friends- WHEN I TELL YOU I HAD POOR GRAMMAR TONIGHT MAN- my friend said something i said "vaild honestly honestly." like idk what my brain was thinking- BUT YK IT DID THAT??? oh also i fell at one point because there was a hole i couldnt see-

but yk tonight was fun as fuck >:]

[thelordlovesthee]

((Hello! This is an rp/character account made by @petergriffingaming69420 enjoy =) ))

Hi tumblr dreidns my nakes hikari i hope we can becone friends 😊 here is some info about me:

-im a 21 year old girl who lives with my cousin. He is super rich!

-my best friend is my black cat name skin stealer. Tairitus helped me name him! (for thise who dont know shes my cousins gf and we are great friends 😊) dont worry i will post pics of him 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

-i love chocolate cake, God, my family and friends, and travelling to places. One day i hope to see the world!

-i dont really like spiders.... 😰 they are icky (also tairitsu sometimes does questionable things she says bad words alot)

Thats about it. If youd like to know me more dont be afraid to ask! I really hope we can become friends!! 🥰

[typootrying]

Consequent

sounds like adulting, doesn't it?

I have to stick to the plan. stay resilient. build my mental strength.

but then I change my mind every few hours AND THEN I LOSE IT

[nightmarekilljoy]

Thank you! This is true. /gen

Be nice and don't mock tumblr users that communicate differently.

Examples:

1.) Typing quirks

2.) No punctuation

3.) Random Capitalisation

4.) Long run on sentences

5.) Frequently misspelled words

6.) Missing spaces between words

7.) Repeating words and sentences

8.) Posts audios and videos instead of typing

9.) Express themselves through custom emojis

10.) Use an AAC (Augmentative and alternative communication) device

Some users have intellectual disabilities, use speech to text, struggle with grammar, have hand tremmers, have high support needs, etc.

Regardless of how they communicate and their reason why, they still deserve respect. They are trying their best.

[hiddenwritter]

So I made a small thing, not proof read, probably misspelled and poor grammar, but honestly don't expect anyone to see it anyway

Vena was never the best with emotions, but even she could feel the tention in the air when she was Thel, her first thought was about diplomatic relations, she feared they deteriorated, as he seemed uneasy around her, she had been alone most of the day, and her battle torn mind couldn't think of any other options, as she watched him walk towards his next meeting, casting a almost longing glance at Vena, she couldn't understand why he would look at her like that, she hated to think into it, because it would make her think about how she felt about Thel, and she didn't like thinking, much less thinking about relationships, platonic or otherwise, but she did, she looked into why, as she looked out the view port in the Pillar of Autumn, unsure, and slightly afraid of facing her mind, knowing the demons that lurked in the depths of her dark and twisted mind, and as she had thought, the thoughts in her mind scared her, but not for the normal reasons, she had forgotten that she had once been a hopeless romatic, forgotten how easy conntections formed, she had been keeping her distance from Thel, but was thinking the reason was Thel, up untill two months ago, had been her enemy, abite that she and Thel had both helped the other escape the vision of their respctive factions, she had done it out of respect for when he'd saved her life, unsure why he'd ever help her, but grateful all the same, when she, as she put it, made the mistake of reflecting into her mind, realized she found his act more then something she respected him for, Vena hadn't had anyone look out for her in years, much less someone of a different species, she couldn't help but wonder why Thel had saved her, even he seemed unsure of himself at the time, and was surprised when she returned the favor, saying the cave Thel was sitting in was clear, her expression hidden by her helmet, Vena wasn't sure why she saved him, she know she respected him helping her the first time, but hadn't bothered, or had time to look into anything more, and relatively unwilling to look into her mind, it had always been a little twisted, but she hadn't realized how much worse it had gotten after her run in with the Gravemind, she would never get that out of her head, anyone who walked by her would have thought she was just doing her normal detached stair out the window, watching the void of space as if it would answer some question no one knew even existed.

As soon as Thel's meeting was over, he walked, albeit slower then normal, to where he knew Vena would be, standing in front of bay window three, staring out the window, as if she could hear it speaking, "Vena..." Thel said hesitantly, as he took a spot beside Vena, looking out the window as well, Vena hummed in response, casting a brief glance at Thel, "I am sorry to bother you," he started, unsure, Vena interrupted him, "I appreciate any and all distraction from my mind," she said, her voice low, and slightly slower then normal, something Thel picked up on instantly, becoming more unsure of this being a good time to confess that he had developed feelings for the Spartan, "what is on your mind? You appear more distant than normal" Thel notes, looking at Vena, this was only the second time he'd seen her out of her amor, and their paths had crossed, or rather, he walked past her many times, Vena sighs softly "my normal thoughts... Just worse, and ... I don't know" she said, a slight show of vulnerability, one Thel realized she wouldn't say she didn't know to just anyone, Thel hesitantly put his hand on her shoulder, she seems unsure of the touch for a moment, before smiling slightly, not much, but enough to change her always grim or bored expression, "I ... Want to tell you something, but I do not wish to upset you" Thel said slowly "I appreciate your concern, Thel ... I'm sure whatever you have to say won't be that bad" Vena says, casting her gaze to Thel, looking fully engaged with the conversion, Thel hesitated "I believe I have developed romantic feelings for you, Vena, I do not know how your species shows this to one another... But mine offers a small gift, a traditional one is a rock, as it is what our ancestors used, but fancy or upper class Sangheili tend to use weapons or jewelry, depending on the job of said sangheili," Thel rambled slightly, but Vena didn't seem to lose entrust in what Thel was saying, as he hesitantly reached in to his bag, "if a sangheili accepts the gift that is offered it means they accept the feelings and return them," he says, still hesitate, as he offers her a small blade, clearly well made and sharp, a purple and blue desine covers the handle, making it a very oranate knife, Vena hesitated slightly, looking at the knife, and reflecting on how she felt, before accepting the knife, a soft smile gracing her lips, Thel was clearly surprised by her accepting his gift, and subsequent feelings, Vena reached into her pocket, and pulled out a small charm on a chain, a necklace chain "I do not know much about courting or dating, as its more commonly called in human terms, but, I'd love to learn with you...as hesitant as I am to admit it, you not only entrust me, but remind me of a feeling I can barely place, I care about you...You've made me reflect on how I feel, something I don't like doing, my mind...is warped, and twisted, and turning inwards is just inviting the problems I do not know how to solve, back to the surface, I also know this doesn't look like much, but-" Vena had started to ramble, before Thel carfully reached out, and took the charm necklace, Vena seems slightly surprised, but Thel gave her a chance to keep talking, but taking the gift was his way of saying he was committed to the Spartan, even if it was a little more then he'd bargained for when he approached, he knew Vena was troubled, no one who would stair out a bay window, at nothingness for hours on end, has a clear mind, "it has sentimental vaule to me...my mother gave it to me, said to give it to someone I care about" Vena finishes, smiling slightly Thel smiled slightly, "I am glad to be that person," He says softly.

[exorbitant-interest]

Here’s a tip: never end a sentence with a preposition.

[invinciblerodent]

btw yes, I'm also still stuck thinking about how in the cutscene at the start of the attack of Astarion's siblings, Astarion himself is standing right next to your bed.

Every time that scene is mentioned or brought up on my dash, I just keep thinking about how the bed the PC is shown using in the long rests (which seems to me like the top left one as you enter that side-room), and the one in which he's presumably been resting, are basically on the very opposite ends of the room.

like... sure, it already has me scratching at the walls to think about how, when unromanced, he probably felt something was wrong and went immediately to wake you and let you know (trust!!! friendship!!!), but it has me extra feral to think that he had abandoned the bed he had originally claimed in favor of yours, and was sprung from his lover's embrace by the arrival of his siblings. (Because you can't talk about cuddling, and cuddliness, and call yourself "cuddly Astarion" in the same scene, without actually cuddling sometimes lol.)

I kind of like to imagine that even on top of it being self-defense, springing to his feet so fast, there could also be something instinctively protective in the fact that he so quickly puts his own body between you and danger.

I mean,

right before the camera would focus on him, he's bent forward, snarling at them to get away, coiled to strike even unarmed (well. as unarmed as a vampire can be), and only relaxes into the conversation-pose when you stir, and Aurelia speaks.

And like, that doesn't feel like a conscious action, or even much of a purposeful decision from a mechanic standpoint (most likely the devs needed him to stand there-ish for there to be enough room for the PC to get up, and stand next to him for the conversation's camera angles to make sense), but I do like to imagine that at this point in the relationship, he just... acts without thinking, and puts himself into the more dangerous position on instinct. It lines up very nicely with that sweet, rather earnest line he says in the Wyrm's Lookout scene. (PC: "All that matters to me is that you're safe." Astarion: "I know you do. It matters to me, as well. I want to be able to protect you, too.")

... The rest of his "this is for us, this is to protect you, we're a team" lines are of course calculated, manipulative bullshit, and taking them at face value would be a mistake even if there is a kernel of truth at their core, but I think that one is genuine, and it's corroborated by this unthinking jump to your defense.

[half-asleep-star]

I'm no wordsmith, but I'd love to help if I can. What parts of grammar are you struggling with?

Why is there no fucking website that can change the grammatical order of a sentence to whatever other one you want. Seriously. That helps me 1. Because I'm making up a language and I don't get grammar so I'm guessing most of the time and I don't know what I'm doing and nothing helps, and 2. I don't know what I'm doing and nothing helps and school didn't help btw so i can just hope I never get asked about subject verb and object ever again in my life I guess??? And I can't code for shit yet and I also obviusly don't know about grammar which is the reason taht I need this thing so I can't make it myself

Conclusion: why is there no website that can change the grammatical order of a sentence or at least highlight each thing of a sentence in pretty colors (this blue word is the subject and this green word is the object), because if there was that would be really cool thank you

[licorice-tea]

I Wish You Knew I Was Real

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x reader

Content: strawhat! reader, fluff and feelings, confessions, midnight snacks (literally), mentions of WCI but no huge spoilers, reader has no specified gender

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: first fic of the new year! i don’t usually write for sanji so i hope this isn’t ooc… anyway, enjoy! also lmk what you think bc idrk how i feel about this one 🤷‍♀️

It’s well past midnight when you sneak into the kitchen of the Thousand Sunny to fix yourself a snack. It wouldn’t really matter if you get caught, seeing as it’s your ship too, but you’d rather not wake up or bother your crewmates.

“Y/n?”

You pause your chopping to find the source of the voice, Sanji, standing in the doorway. He yawns behind his hand as he walks in, “It’s the middle of the night, what are you doing up here?”

“I just got hungry.” But as soon as he’s close enough to see your hands working on cutting up fruit, he seems appalled. “What’s wrong?”

In Sanji’s mind, you should never have to cook for yourself. At least, not when he’s there on the same ship. Not when he would always be so willing and ready to help you out; to use his skills to please you.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? You know I can do it for you, sweetheart-“

“That’s why I tried not to wake you up. You need to get your rest, but I guess I was too noisy, huh?”

Sanji shakes his head determinedly, then gently moves his left hand over yours to take the knife while also holding your waist with his right so that he can maneuver you away from the cutting board. You let him, and he explains, “I get plenty of rest; if you ever need something, y/n, you can come to me. Day or night.”

You hum in acceptance of his statement, and feel content with simply watching him cut the apple into slices from your place beside him. He finishes creating the perfect little slices quickly, then goes the extra mile by carving small triangles out of the peel of each. A smile grows on your lips as you realize they’re meant to look like little bunnies; and they do.

“Cute,” you muse quietly at his creation “Thank you, Sanji.”

The cook smiles to himself before looking over at you, “I thought you’d like them more this way.”

This makes you laugh before replying, “Like a kid who only eats dinosaur shaped nuggets?”

“No, no,” he chuckles as well, “but I know you have an appreciation for aesthetics. Besides, I was right wasn’t I? You think they’re cute, so that’s all that matters.” Sanji says while plating the bunny-apple slices.

You scoot closer, so that your sides are pressed against each other, in a futile attempt to reach across and grab the plate. But, Sanji stops you again with his gentle touch (he’s always so very soft with you, rather than overbearing and borderline obsessive. But, you’d like love him either way.)

His right hand stays on your wrist as his left reaches up into a cabinet to grab the honey jar. He makes a display of lifting a generous amount of honey using the honey dipper over your plate, and drizzling it over the apples. Enough to satisfy your sweet tooth, but not so much it will create a sticky mess.

“Perfect.” he gestures for you to go sit at the kitchen island, but you insist you can “carry the plate just fine.” To which Sanji replies, “I know, but I don’t mind. I like taking care of you like this.”

There’s a faint tinge of red on his cheeks, but you’d never mention it. Especially not when your own, not so platonic feelings for the cook seem to constantly be in the back of your mind these days.

You take a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen island, and Sanji presents your midnight snack with a flourish. “Enjoy, y/n.” He’s walks away to wash his hands, and you expect him to return to sit beside you, but then he walks toward the door.

“Sanji…” He pauses and looks back at you, “Do you want to stay?” You feel sort of awful asking, really, because he’s probably tired, but something inside you just can’t let him go.

And sure enough, his lips curve up into a smile. “I thought you’d never ask!”

He pulls out the stool next to yours and slides onto it, then rests his arm on the back of your seat. The proximity is not unwelcome- you felt it never could be when it came from him- but even if he was, he’s not invading your space. More so creating a kind of link between the two of you, and a feeling of closeness beyond the physical.

You take a bite of one of your apple slices, only to frown slightly when you pull the half eaten slice away from your mouth and realize you’ve destroyed the bunny. Sanji nearly laughs, for he has a similar empathetic disposition and knows how you feel, but then he notices something.

There’s a smidge of honey left behind on the corner of your mouth, which you have not taken notice of, because if you had you surely would’ve licked it up. Even the thought of that sight could make him act a fool, but he’ll try his best not to (just for you.)

“Look here.” he says in a near whisper, and you do. With no other words, he cups your chin and wipes the honey from your lips with his thumb. Your eyes go wide at the first action (when he touches your face to begin with), but they seem to soften when you realize what he’s doing. Sanji takes notice of this too, and just offers a smile. Because what else can he do?

He’s a flirt; he knows that, and so do you, and everyone else he’s ever met. So if he ever were to make a move on you, there’s no way you’d take him seriously. Then again, that’s why he tries to tone down his flirting with you in the first place. He can’t stand the thought of you being under the impression that you’re the same as every girl in the world is to him; because you’re not. You’re… special, in a way. He feels bad saying you’re his favorite of the many objects of his affections, because he has genuine love for so many people (you are though.) But, he can say with certainty that his feelings for you are the only serious ones. No matter how many women he tries to woo on all the adventures of the Straw Hats, he’ll always come back to you. Sanji will always choose you.

“Um, Sanji?” His hand is still on your jaw with his thumb on your bottom lip, so you pull it away with gentle force. “Sanji?” Hearing your sweet voice pulls him out of his stupor (the first time, he was concentrated on simply the sound of your voice.)

“Sorry, sweetness, I uh… Your pretty lips distracted me for a second~” Sanji purposely exaggerates his tone a little, so you just accept his reasoning with a giggle.

“Sure thing, Sanji.”

You eat your apple slices in comfortable silence for a bit, thinking of the aforementioned feelings you’ve been harboring for the chef since… Who knows- but you didn’t realize these feelings until you saw him for the first time after 2 years spent training apart. There had never been such a strong excitement in your voice as when you called his name that day, and he launched himself onto you in a tight hug. You had walked to the predetermined meeting place and entered the bar together, hand in hand. It felt so natural, too; like your hands were meant to fit together. Of course, you’d never voice these feelings, because if Sanji had feelings for you surely he’d tell you. Eventually, you hope. This brings about another question in your mind;

“Why do you like women? I mean, like, every woman we meet, even if she’s an enemy?”

He shrugs slightly, “At one point, the only people who were kind to me were women. Remember I told you about my mom and my sister?” During the Whole Cake Island experience, Sanji had in fact explained more about his relationships with his family members, and you recalled how his mother and sister were the only ones that showed him any sort of empathy.

“Mhm… That makes sense.” a moment of silence passes, as you’re a little nervous to ask this next question. “And why do you like me?”

The cook’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights, and he glances at you before concentrating on the surface of the island table. “I… I like this crew because you’re all my nakama. But…” It’s unusual to hear the typically very passionate man say something so quietly. You tilt your head as if to say, “Go on. I’m listening,” so he continues, “You’re important to me, y/n.”

“Good, you’re important to me, too.”

“Really?” Sanji seems a little shocked, “You know, I… I try not to be the way I am with women, with you, because I want you to take me seriously. I want you to know I mean it when I say nice things or do favors for you. I want you to know that it’s real.”

“I do take you seriously.”

Then, he takes a deep breath and puts both of his hands around one of yours, “And I want you to take my feelings for you seriously, when I confess them to you.”

“…Didn’t you just…?”

He grins and shakes his head, “No, y/n. When I confess the type of feelings I have for you and the extent of them, I’ll do it much more romantically than this.” Sanji looks positively giddy now, smiling and tightly (but not uncomfortably) holding your hand. “I just want you to know that what I feel for you is real.” And with that, he plants a chaste kiss on your cheek. It’s nothing like his occasionally vulgar and pg-13 methods of wooing women, but it makes your heart skip a beat. You’re sort of at a loss for words…

This time you’re the one pulled out of a daze by the other’s voice when he says, “Goodnight, y/n.”

“Oh, goodnight Sanji.” You smile at him, and he smiles back before nodding at you and leaving.

Even if that wasn’t a real confession, and maybe the timing wasn’t quite right, you were still biting back a smile as you rinsed off your plate and placed it in the dishwasher. But now you have a real confession to look forwards to, according to Sanji.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

I know it's only been one episode so who knows what's to come for these characters and what we'll learn about them, but I can't help but think of Timmy as serving as a reflection of Trudy's own childhood, in a sense. Trudy having once been a child full of her own aspirations and passions, which very evidently were shut down in favor of her subordination and compliance. "Nobody cares about Timmy" and I doubt anyone ever bothered to care about Trudy outside of her potential as a mother and a housewife.

Of course there's an important difference between Trudy and Timmy; where his interests may be neglected in the context of his home, by virtue of having been born a boy, Timmy will ultimately be free to pursue what he pleases throughout the course of his life. Do you think Trudy feels some level of resentment towards her son who is so deeply invested in his novels when she herself was barred from the right to learn to read? [<- a matter which @nat-without-a-g brought up in this stellar little post] Do you think she feels ashamed that she wouldn't be able to engage fully with her child's interests even if she wanted to?

Also, not related to Timmy but... Mm, something something, Trudy not being allowed to freely pursue her own interests (Tucker choosing them for her, even), something something Kelsey being keen on trying and experiencing everything before allowing herself to write about it in her encyclopedia (not to mention of course Kelsey writing a book and being a teacher vs. Trudy being illiterate and uneducated), love the important contrast there. Idk, I suppose it's thinking about Trudy hour! I just want her to get the chance to live her best life and read with her son.