#mendacious

[vocabulary-polls]

mendacious

adjective: not telling the truth; lying.

example usage: The government issued mendacious propaganda.

my favorite example:

an aged life mendaciously smiling, its lips opened by vacated agonies; an aged poverty rotting under the sun, silently; an aged silence bursting with tepid pustules, the awful futility of our raison d'etre. -Notebook of a Return to the Native Land, Aime Cesaire

[theyuniversity]

Let’s not forget about this other long-nosed character with a penchant for being mendacious:

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[cattimeswithjellie]

So I’ve been thinking about the way Joel and Grian cut their finale episodes and how different the energy is in each one. Grian said on the Imp and Skizz podcast this week that he really did want to win Wild Life but that Joel had already crowned himself the winner in his own mind and plowed through Grian like he wasn’t there. Looking at Joel’s episode, I believe that’s exactly what happened and that it’s also mostly Grian’s fault.

Grian was clearly on Joel’s side throughout the endgame, especially in Joel’s POV cut. He intervened to save Joel from danger, he promised Joel that he’d sacrifice his life for him. Heck, he came right out and told Joel that it was his turn to win. In Joel’s cut, the arrows Grian is shooting at the end do not seem threatening, any more that Pearl’s effort to take Scar out in Secret Life were more than halfhearted. Joel believes he is the winner because he thinks that Grian has chosen to help him win. With a more cerebral or theatrical player, this might have resulted in a dramatic standoff at the top of the tree where Grian revealed that it was now time for them to have a real fight to the death. But instead it was Joel, high on adrenaline and ready to win, and he clocked Grian right off the cliff before he could so much as begin a monologue.

So yeah, if we’re giving the guy a symbol, we could do a lot worse than “speeding car.”

[bernardellinewsagency]

“My philosophy forbids me to have faith in anything.”

“Really? So, I could not tempt you into believing in Xipe, or in Ena? Is only your precious Enigmata worthy of your devotion? In truth I should not find that so surprising, I suppose it’s not like a hound to follow two masters at once.”

“Ha! If you think even the Enigmata can be believed, then you really don’t understand a thing about it.”

“Silence, hound, I wasn’t finished. Of course the Enigmata cannot be trusted. And what does that make you, as one of THEIR servants? Certainly not trustworthy, that much has been proven true. Yet that is not the only reason as to why I don't quite believe the way you claim to be unable to have faith in anything. If I may offer my own perspective on the matter, it’s my belief that perhaps you simply have not yet found that which you may have faith in. And, if not the Aeons, I'd like to offer an alternative."

"Like I said, I can't follow anything you might offer me."

"Even if the offer is too good for you to pass up on? Even if what I'd like for you to worship... is me?"

"You? You're insane, birdie."

"Within the Dreamscapes, I am akin to a god. And you, the mendacious sinner. Should it not be the role of the sinner to appeal to those above him for leniency and forgiveness? Have some faith in me, Gallagher, and unlike your Aeon perhaps I can actually offer you salvation."

[the-ghostly-butterfly]

Snippet 1

At this point, I've given up trying to only post things I think other people will be happy with, considering it's been, like, a year. So enjoy.

Henchman staggered down the ally, dragging the back of their hand along their cheek as their foot sent ripples along a puddle, rain falling as a mist over the slumbering city. Street lights sent weak rays splashing across the exposed brick walls as movements sent spikes of pain through Henchman's body. They shivered, clutching a flannel to their shoulders that was at least one size too big.

Quick footsteps drew their attention behind them, towards the entrance off the street and away from the deadly silent streets on the other side. Nothing but empty night air met them, and Henchman set their jaw, turning back around and shaking off the adrenaline that shot through their system at the idea of another confrontation. Their prior meeting with Hero them in enough pain as it was.

"Evening."

Henchman leaped half a foot in the air, holding back a startled yelp as they came face to face with Villain, one eyebrow raised at their response. "What are you doing here?" Their voice was far too squeaky, the words far too callous. Villain stalked towards them, eyes already set on the darkening bruise on the side of Henchman's cheekbone.

"I saw the news," Villain answered, still focused on the already-midnight bruise. "I was wondering where you'd gone. No note, no mention, just keys on your desk and phone left on silent." Villain pauses, eyes narrowing as they scanned the rest of Henchman's body. "Then, of course, Right Hand shows me a clip of the news and a certain blondie trying to take down a hero that's been a thorn in my side for far too long. I figured you might run off this way."

"I was only trying to help, boss."

"By throwing yourself into combat unprepared. I wasn't aware you'd developed a death wish. I could've sent you to the cellar to satiate that; you needn't go searching for death at the hands of a hero I despise already."

Henchman floundered for a moment, mouth opening and closing like a fish, humiliation burning their cheeks hotter than any fire. "I don't--I didn't--"

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" Villain demands, cutting Henchman off sharply.

A short, hesitant, mendacious* shake of their head. Villain's eyes call Henchman on their lie, but their mouth stays shut until:

"I'll have Medic check you out at HQ then. Let's go." They offer one hand and Henchman hesitates once more. Another inquisitive look from the Villain as a car passes by the ally, illuminating Villain's eyes and the look of fury within them.

"I really--"

Villain reaches for Henchman's hand before they get the chance to finish, and within the length of a heartbeat, they're standing in the middle of the infirmary of Headquarters, Villain's angry footsteps and overly stiff posture leaving them to contemplate just how badly they messed up.

Next

[eghostsofdeadchildren]

Mendacious Visage.

[thequietabsolute]

i sometimes think about that post where some goop wrote your being watched and the CIA reblogged it with

you’re* being watched

[kitschyfemme]

i know i joke and jest about being psychoanalyzed by my friends but theres something else going on up here i know it

[technofinch]

Actually speaking of OCs one of your guys helped me finish the crossword the other day because I knew what mendacious meant

This might actually be my crowning achievement as a person

[scottbaiowulf]

i really wanted this to be true bc what am i if not a fishfag, but unfortunately i dont think it's so

on the wiki page they cite E. Cobham Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, but oddly they just link to a website that lists different books but that doesn't include Brewer's Dictionary at all. weird right?

so I found an online edition of Brewer's and looked it up myself

sorry yall

but if it helps here's the definition of fag

also lol

if someone else knows how to do things on wikipedia they should probably amend that. idk how and i wont learn

was gonna design a fishmonger character but now they are absolutely a fishfag

[gg-is-a-loser]

just watched concclave. holay molay

[mizelaneus]

https://www.washingtonpost.com/science/2025/04/10/evolution-research-deportation-fears/

Fearing paper on evolution might get them deported, scientists withdrew it

President Donald Trump’s orders haven’t targeted research involving evolution, but the authors’ unease about publishing reflects uncertainty in the science world.

And this is how Trump and his goons and minions work—he threatens so much and demonstrates his hostility with punishments to the extent that people start to internalize it and punish themselves in advance. This is tyranny.

[hballegro]

the evil little voice in my head has adopted the likeness of yzma and keeps calling me a 'mendacious twit' while im drawing this man's lips. not sure what to do about that

[dihalect]

me watching q**stion 4 ballot results get more and more fucked

[wyomink]

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