#not speaker related

[speakergame]

YOU'RE STILL AROUND???? I THOUGHT THIS BLOG HAD BEEN ABANDONED

I'm still here, neither Speaker or this blog have been abandoned

but bro, I am Going Through It™

[lesbianralzarek]

"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw

[eldergremlin]

ok. i desperately need high res versions of the ads from the chat program in a date with death because i could not stop laughing at “we are fucking under attack” earlier.

please @twoandahalfstudios ?🙏🏻 are they posted anywhere?

[glitchedcosmos]

You know, I would love it if we get to see shadows medical failure guilt expanded on, it makes sense he would have a lot , he has a lot of deadly, raging guilt inside of him, survivors guilt, creation guilt, the guilt of past mistakes that almost destroyed entire planets ect, and the guilt of failing someone you were medically responsible for. I want too see that guilt of failure expanded on, Shadow is the ultimate cure, he sees himself as a tool, a weapon, a twisted distortion of a miracle for someone else, a creation to surpass all else for no one but his friend, pushing himself through endless tests, doing anything he was told to do for the sake of his only friend, his best friend, the only true friend he’d know for a long time. The weight of pressure and anxiety crushing him out of fear of failing Maria , not being able to save her from the conditions she faced, not being able to cure her, not living up to the only worth he was created to have. I want to see that expanded on , I want to see how absolutely crushing that guilt of failure is, during their time on the Ark, and the awful , doubled up guilt of the aftermath , the guilt of it all rooted in his most familiar failure. its a important part of his story, and I for one would love to see it expanded on .

[sainz100]

Max at the 2024 Token2049 event on Wednesday ahead of the Singapore GP

[canisalbus]

I probably should have asked this in the other ask, but I forgot! I noticed the white preachers collar Machete wears sometimes; is he apart of the Catholic church or something akin to it?

He's a Catholic priest and a Cardinal.

His story is canonically set in the 16th century Italy, around the late Renaissance era. He was born to a merchant class family in Sicily but was abandoned by his parents at a young age for being sickly and grew up in a monastery (which sometimes housed orphans at the time). There he learnt to read (which was a big deal and a huge advantage, historically only a very small portion of people have been literate, mostly nobles and clergy) and he was bookish, meek and hardworking enough to be apprenticed to a local parish priest and was sort of pushed towards the ecclesiastical field from then on. He moved to mainland Italy and studied in a couple of different universities before being ordained. At that point he started to feel like he was suddenly in control of his own life, he had proved his self worth and finally had the knowledge, wealth and power to be the top dog. That just sort of kicked his sense of ambition into overdrive and he began rising in the ranks quickly. He briefly upgraded to a bishop status before snaking his way into Vatican, where he was appointed cardinal (the scarlet red details in his wardrobe come from this, it's the signature color of cardinals and symbolises blood and martyrdom). He's very effective, competent and clever but rather unpopular in his circles, mostly for having a reputation of being weird, uncooperative and dishonest, for his lack of prestigious family lines and just for never learning how to be a genuinely pleasant person.

[marsdemo]

THE BEAUTIFUL SIREN SONG OF TINNITUS RINGING #TINNITUSFOREVER

[striderl]

Ever wonder what Gearbriel's parents looked like?

Gearbriel's father actually had a genetic mutation, leading to him having three eyes and no frills. It passed on to Gearbriel which explains why Gearbriel has a mono-eye.

And yes, Gearbriel's father could manifest two pair of wings if he wished. I guess Gearbriel has some pretty good genes ; ]

Original Skibidi mimic ideas from @cosmica-galaxy

[mantisgodsdomain]

Fun note of the specific pronoun situation with the translation errors between Wasp and Bugnish: under normal circumstances, Jayde would get automatically assigned he/him in Bugnish, since she uses the standard "non-queen social bug" pronouns that roughly 95% of the Wasp Hive do, which get translated to drone pronouns in Bugnish due to a roughly century-old miscommunication. She gets assigned worker pronouns in Bugnish specifically because those are what Kabbu defaults to with social bugs, and other people picked it up from him during introductions. This Will Be A Point Of Confusion For Her Whenever She Asks About It.

[eliasdrid]

"it is the strangest thing..."

SPEAKER piece inspired by SAYER - Episode 43 - This Fear

[speakergame]

Sorry, do you know if there is something wrong with the Speaker's itch page? I'm getting "There was an error with your request" every time I try to see it.

there seems to be an issue with itch.io in general, actually! I've seen a lot of other games having the same problem, and I'm having issues logging into the site at all

[ataleofcrowns]

Türkçe biliyor musun?

Biliyorum ama baya basit, konuşurken bazı kelimeleri unutuyorum yada karıştırıyorum lol.

Like yesterday I forgot the word for refrigerator in Turkish and went around saying "dondurma" until my dad started laughing at me and refused to elaborate why 🧍🏽‍♀️

[splickedylit]

excerpting

Domestic Diplomacy II is turning out to be even more "splickedy gratuitously gets caught in the weeds of xenosociology and alien language barriers, the fic sequel" and tbh I'm not mad about it

--

“Oh, your moirail!” says Jade, and bounces upright, ignoring John’s wary little soft human cautionary hiss.  To your vague surprise, she’s apparently learned enough not to do the human holding-out-a-hand gesture they usually do when they’re introduced; she clasps her hands in front of her, nonexistent claws politely folded in, and ducks her head briefly forward and to one side, careful not to jab at him with her nonexistent horns. 

It's a pretty passable greeting—for a social equal, which is its own bizarre issue, considering he’s a highblood.  But relatively non-offensive, for a human, and fortunately for her she’s picked a highblood who isn’t likely to give a shit.  Gamzee laughs out loud and gives his own lazy-ass version of a greeting back, a vague twist of his wrists and dip of his head, condescending to use an equal’s greeting back at her.   When he says “Gamzee Makara,” there’s a hint of a threatening buzz to it, a testing you should know to respect me warning—you could have told him she’d show absolutely no sign of hearing it, which is exactly what happens.

“I’m Jade Harley!  I meet you,” Jade says, a carefully neutral statement-of-fact greeting—not fawning or hostile.  You don’t know if humans are out here just learning neutral address no matter what, or if this human particularly just doesn’t give a shit that your moirail’s a fuck-off mutant-huge highblood with horns that scrape the ceiling of the block—by the expectant way she looks up at Gamzee afterward, she wouldn’t give much of a shit either way.  Out of all of the humans, Jade Harley might actually win the prize for giving the least shits, no matter what Rose and Dave like to pretend.

“Yeah, I meet you too, motherfucker,” says Gamzee, looking incredibly amused, and glances down at you.  “She’s a rude-ass little motherfuckin’ toothful, huh?  I like her.”

“Of course you do,” you say, pained.  “Don’t take it personally, alright?  You’re not a highblood here, they don’t get highbloods.”

“Oh, best friend,” says Gamzee, and kisses your nugbone again, embarrassingly.  “I’m a highblood wherever the fuck I go.  It’s cool though.  Squishy-ass little motherfuckers won’t get any grief from me.”

“<Motherfucker>,” Jade repeats behind you, and switches back to English, in the bright, wide verbal tone you’re starting to learn means ‘smiling and happy’, weird interstitial ‘vowel’ breath-sounds further back in the throat through pulled-back mouth-corners.  “Hmm, <motherfucker>…  Oh, neat!  Is that dialect?  It sounds like, ahh, what’s that other word.  Kk—kkkht—  Uh, dammit.  You guys need to learn how to use vowels—  It sounds like <;brother>.”

“It is like,” you say, surprised despite yourself.  “&lt;Brother> is a troll, and <motherfucker> you put it all spots you want.  It’s a thing, it’s a troll, it’s a, tss, a doing-things word, it’s a name.  It’s bad, it’s good.  Any spot you want.  And he does want, for all those, all the time.”

[australet789]

Kinda telling how much people want to defend Sunny so much because she speaks in the language that colonize the server (English) and not Leonarda, who went through the same stuff, but she only talks in Spanish

[helsensm]

I need to stop getting to bed after 3am

[hozaloza]

"She knew she had a special talent with her eyes. Specifically, being able to see the signs a rift was going to open. It had always been something she noticed when she was a young girl. The first instance of this happening was when she was going to a haunted hotel with older cousins as a part of their little "vlog." She noticed something off about the building...the light flickering, the strange change in atmosphere...

She couldn't go in that building. She refused.

Annoyed at her, her cousin opt out of the overnight stay in spite of wanting to see ghosts. On the drive back, she would lecture Jasmine about really needing to face her fears eventually if she wanted to keep hanging with them. Jasmine scrunched her brows at her, 'I'm literally 10 years old, what do you want from me??'

Well, it didn't really matter what her cousin thought. Because when they came the next morning to pick up the others, they were in a deep coma. Jasmine never saw those cousins ever again.

Now, she was no longer scared of entering these places. She knew what to look for, when it'll happen, and if it extends out. Jasmine made her boss real proud. She was his proudest group member. This should have made her happy to be seen as important for the cause. But... she couldn't help but feel...empty." "......"

"A trick of the light"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Jasmine looked at Ryan, then to the paper she was being shown to her face. It couldn't be...this wasn't right...right? There was absolutely no way this was her boss's true intentions. She surely wasn't going to be disregarded after he gets the kids on his side, right?? He...he still needed her! She was the only one who could see the rift...

He...he needed someone to detect it so he doesn't get dragged in it. That was why she was by his side so often. She was the most important part of this plan, she had to have been there once the kids were fully convinced of the lie.

Right? Right?? ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"Where am I?"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ She stumbled on herself as she backed away, feeling her vision leave her. Come on, he had to be pulling her leg. Ryan was only pissed that she found out about his secret, he made this up, he had to had made it up.

She was going to be there. She wasn't going to be killed off after they succeeded in overthrowing the facility.

Jasmine looked up to meet the nurse's gaze, knowing he was a part of this sick joke. But he looked dead serious. No...nononononono...

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"Time fades away...like yesterday."

...

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Jasmine fell to the ground, tears blurring her vision. He had to be wrong. This wasn't real. She was having a bad dream. Yes! A bad dream. A really...realistic...dream...

She pinched herself, it stung. She tried again. And again. And...again...

It was real.

This was the truth.

She was used. Again.

She couldn't breathe. Her lungs couldn't get enough air inside. She felt like puking. Her body kept shivering unbearably as she held herself. How did she end up here? Why did she ever take this job? Would she had been happier someplace else?? Would things be better if she had declined his offer all those years back...?

"Jasmine..." ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"I DON'T NEED YOUR SYMPATHY!"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ She lashed out at Ryan, swatting away his hand from her shoulder. She forced herself to get up, almost falling over again from how weak she had gotten after the truth finally sunk in. The tears fell from her face, she couldn't bear it anymore. She was agitated. She needed to let this anger out on somebody... ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"Your vicious lies, they're killing me."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ She yelled, clenching her hair as she paced the room. Ryan deserved to be yelled at. He was a fucking loser who couldn't even make any other friends other than Thomas and her. He was a pathetic man who got angered easily. He was a wimp who was scared of being left out, so he applied to work at the same facility in the same group to...to.... ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"And things will never be the same"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ...He applied to the same hellhole just to be with his friends... He signed a contract with a corrupted government run facility just to see his friends. To see Thomas. To see...her. ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"It's over now"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ And here she was, yelling at him as if he was a stranger that agitated her. Jasmine had become cold to her own friend. Her friend who thought he lost the only people who he could trust in this hell hole. He was suffering in this place by himself, fearful for his own life... ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"And I'm to blame."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Because of her. ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗