#homonyme

[madoo-net]

Teekesselchen - Homonyme

Alle Karten werden verdeckt auf dem Tisch ausgebreitet. Ein Spieler zieht eine Karte und erklärt die beiden Bedeutungen ohne das Zielitem zu nennen. Der oder die jeweiligen anderen Spieler versuchen den gesuchten Begriff zu erraten. Dann ist der nächste Spieler an der Reihe.

[thatsbelievable]

[achromatophoric]

In Principal Weems’ office on Wednesday, February 22, 2023.

Weems: You were ‘observing the religious holiday.’

Enid: Yup! And then a building just mysteriously caught on fire. Totes weird.

Weems: Mysteriously.

Enid: *enthusiastic nod*

Weems: *pinches bridge of nose* Did you at least call the fire department?

Enid: Well, uh… super conveniently, they were like, already there.

Weems: 🤨

Enid: 😗

Weems: *grits teeth* She set fire to the fire station, didn’t she?

Enid: *innocently* I’m sorry Principal Weems, but I’m not sure who you’re talking about.

Weems: Of course she—

The principal angrily turns her gaze onto a soot-coated Wednesday Addams.

Weems: Miss Addams. Just— why?

Ash Wednesday: Irony to go with my homonyms.

Weems:

[petermorwood]

Words that sound alike...

...don't always have the same spelling (though for extra English-As-A-Second-Language fun, sometimes they do), and they hardly ever have the same meaning.

But, despite those different spellings and meanings, they're all Real Words and a spellchecker won't catch them.

That's where careful proofreading pays off, and why I was surprised to see Less Than Careful proofing happen on a Very Famous Writer's blog post not once but twice.

That sort of H is spelt HOARD, not HORDE, and always has been.

They're not derived from the same root word or even from the same language.

If George R.R. Martin can make this mistake and let it get away unnoticed, anyone can.

Proofread with care. :->

[kirkendauhl-v2]

I heard someone call fake hippies with rich parents "Trustafarians" and I haven't been the same since

[poupon]

omg piss on the poor guy is still using this site after 12 years...(i have too but under so many blogs) mad respect for hanging on to the same account this long...

Listen im not an american congressman pretending to be a normal working class protestant to court the conservative vote. I was born into a privileged username with a rich history of saying dumb shit to strangers and I am not gonna hide it

[livefastwritetrash]

“That ferry ride was brills. I’ve never ridden a ferry before.”

…WHY DID YOU LOOK AT EDWIN LIKE THAT—

[alyruko]

🔪💕

[desigrrrl]

The difference is in the sound. Kala as in dream is pronounced with the l in leaf and Kala as in art is pronounced with the l in parlor said in a southern american accent.

The l in కళ also occurs in many other languages, like french, and in indian languages like marathi (ळ).

[synth-spinner]

Just had an awesome naming moment the stars aligned and my neurons fired <- girl who sucks bad at naming ocs

[silentnaiad]

some of my favorite poems and excerpts by mahmoud darwish lately 🤍

[officialpenisenvy]

best thing about the fellini satyricon was giton's 19yo actor being high off his ass on hallucinogens for the entire duration of filming and then immediately going on a spiritual retreat in a scottish monastery

[heartvisor]

シン・仮面ライダーカード 88 Ruriko and Hiromi on the Phone

“Hello” “Hello” Sitting side-by-side, Ruriko and Hiromi look like they’re having fun talking on the telephone. As children, they were always together, and every so often they would have their disagreements. At such times, when they couldn’t talk face-to-face, the two would sit on the same seat and make up over the phone, just like this.

[politedemon]

i also think it's funny that there are new zealand and australian versions of this show and through tmnz and tmau i have come to recognise several comedians from both countries and you would think the tmnz contestants would be on the nz version and the tmau contestants on the australian version. and yet.

[bitchslapblastoids]

them making their Saturdays their “fryday” instead of…… their Fridays ………is himbo dumb and annoying to my brain

[dionysia-does-stories]

The Tale of The Rabbit of Caerbannog

Cringetober 2023, Day 17: "It was a dark and stormy night. . ."

On AO3

Rating T - 592 words - Monty Python and The Holy Grail

Summary: The rabbits of the forest of Caerbannog tell the tale of the night when one of their own became the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog.

Story:

“It was a dark and stormy night.” they whispered, many voices becoming one voice. Their breath was a wind that battered its way through the trunks of the old Caerbannog forest. 

“The dark was complete black. There were no stars. There was no light. Nothing existed in the woods. We ourselves stopped existing in that dark. 

“The storm was unexpected. A shattering of meteorological forces that was everywhere and nowhere. We dragged ourselves through thick air. The atmosphere was laden with water and electricity. Our fur clung to our trembling bodies. Our long sensitive ears were deafened by the greatness of the thunder.

“We were rabbits before that dark and stormy night. Now we are something else. A rabbit can fight, but doesn’t. A rabbit runs. A rabbit hides in the burrow. We were born with sharp teeth and sharp claws. But they weren’t meant to taste blood. They were to dig and chew and build the burrow. We were architects of safety before we were remade as machines of war.

“We have tasted blood.

“It was a dark and stormy knight who stumbled through the forest then. He was huge (as all humans are huge). Slow (as all humans are slow). His clanking metal skin would be warning enough any other night. But the thunder had been so loud and the storm so sudden.

“Many of us were out on the forest floor foraging for food. Among them was a new mother from our burrow, a lovely lady fair of feature. The storm frightened her (as it did all of us). She tried to calm her heart and find her way home. She was blinded by the darkness (we all were). She was deafened by the thunder (we all were). She was unable to smell anything but the drowning rain as it poured into her. 

“The knight came upon us. He was a lumbering useless fool. But he was hungry. He grabbed at any of us within his reach. His meaty arms flailed. His grotesquely bent fingers grabbed.

“We ran. We’re rabbits. We ran. We are the fastest creatures on the forest floor. Faster than wolves. Faster than human witches. Faster than human gods. But the storm. The knight kept pace with us in the storm.

“He followed us through the shrubbery. He followed us to the burrow. The lady fair was the last of us to make the dive. He saw her bright white fur, even in the darkness. We thought we escaped him into the safety of the burrow. Until, the knight began to dig.

“He dug up the burrow. He dug up the children. He laughed. His laughter was like the thunder. He grabbed the lady fair’s kit, crushing it in his terrible human hands.

“As her kit drew its final breath, something changed within the lady fair. She raised her nose to the heavens. Her ears alert and haunches raised to fight. She called to any god listening to give her the power to kill any knight who crossed her path.

“Her call was answered.

“A violent new strength took up residence in her body. The lady fair’s teeth and claws had a new purpose. She devoured the knight. Blood mixing with the downpour of the storm.

“She made a new burrow, a giant burrow. Where we are all eternally safe. A burrow big enough that knights could walk right in. And her God would lead the knights to her. Wolves to the slaughter. Entertainment to satiate her bloodlust.

“But there is never enough knight’s blood spilled to appease the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog.”