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Why are languages similar to each other?

Let's talk about the way languages are connected to each other!

First, the obvious one...

Language families!

Languages with a common origin form a language family. Language evolves and changes over time, so populations speaking the same language in different places will over hundreds of years form different languages since they evolve in different ways. Now imagine one of those daughter languages splitting again and again... Soon there's a whole family of related but mutually unintelligible languages!

So, are all language families big? And how many are there?

We have two giants with over a thousand languages each: Atlantic-Congo languages and Austronesian languages. Some families have a couple hundred languages, like the famous prototypical examle Indo-European languages. Most families have lots fewer though, only a sixth of all 237 language families contain more than ten languages.

Some languages don't have any relatives and they're called isolates. At present, 184 languages count as isolates, among them Basque and Sandawe.

Some languages are unclassified, as there's too little data to draw conclusions. Family membership is based on comparing cognates, words that have the same origin and whose sound changes can be reconstructed back to the origin (like English 'two', Swedish 'två' and German 'zwei'). It's also common for close relatives to have similar grammar or other features. An example is that Austronesian languages often have fewer consonants.

Language contact!

Two languages meet. What happens? Loans, probably.

Languages borrow things from each other all the time. Words, sounds, grammatical structures and features (like prefixes or suffixes), changing the meaning of something, literally translating words and making up words in the style of another language are all things that happen. Fun loan word facts might be its own post as there's a lot to say about them, for now I only need to establish the fact that language contact probably leads to borrowing stuff and that you can borrow more than words.

Did you know that English didn't have the sound v until it borrowed too many French words with v? Before that, v wasn't recognised as its own sound, just a variant of f that happened sometimes. That's why knives are a thing. Knifes.

There are more levels of similarity due to contact! In areas where languages from different families or different branches from the same family meet and mingle for a long time, they might evolve to become more similar and share some features that might be uncommon globally or uncommon among closer relatives in other areas. These unrelated (or not very closely related) languages share some features, like certain scounds and grammar things. This is called a Sprachbund with a German word. It's possible to say 'linguistic area' or something like that, but it's not as well established and in my opinion sounds worse.

Certain features of a language can also be common in some areas, but not in others. One example is tone; it's very common in sub-saharan Africa and southeastern Asia, but only exists sporadically in other parts of the world. Why? Related languages tend to share features, but language contact definitely plays a role, as unrelated languages have tone. It's language contact!

The point is: Languages that have lots of contact might be similar because of that. Languages are usually influenced both by family origin and by the languages they come into contact with, which makes things interesting.

Onto the last thing I wanted to discuss:

Contact languages!

These arise when speakers of vastly different languages meet and have to communicate, but there isn't a lingua franca. There are two major reasons why this happens: either for commerce or because of slavery or other colonialistic practices.

Anyways, they're pretty interesting! The first kind of contact language that forms is called a pidgin. Its vocabulary is limited and the grammar is simple. There are no native speakers and you can only use it in a few domains (like being able to talk about commerce but not politics).

Now, imagine a community of people speaking this pidgin, made by improvising until something sticks. There are words and a little bit of grammar. Over time it will get a bit more complex, but still no native speakers. Then some of them form families and have children, who grow up speaking the pidgin.

And this is where the magic happens: children have an amazing ability to invent language by making generalisations and improvise until they can speak about anything. There are examples of children deprived of language coming up with entire languages if left alone (like the Deaf school in Nicaragua which tried to teach lip reading and not sign language, but the children came up with a sign language on their own that they started teaching instead). Children will fill in the gaps in the pidgin and give it a more complex structure.

After some time of this the pidgin turns into a creole. The line between them is blurry and unclear, but a creole is a fully realised language that you can speak about anything in, just like all other languages. It also has native speakers.

There's a common way pidgins and creoles are structured: usually one language is used as the base for words, but they're changed and reanalysed to mean something else. This language has often been the colonial power's language: there are a number of English and French based creoles for example.

The grammar on the other hand is usually taken from the other language(s). In the slavery cases, slaves were often taken from many different ethnic groups that might speak similar but mutually unintelligeble languages, or just very different languages, which means that those creoles draw on features from many languages. Of course, words can be based on any of the involved languages, but it's common that one makes up an overwhelming majority. The creoles are still unintelligible for speakers of the language it's based on.

This was all for now! Languages interact with each other in interesting ways and similarities can have many reasons.

[teaboot]

Social anxiety level: Chatting with someone experiencing a schizophrenic episode and becoming increasingly self-concious of how I'm just saying "That sounds really stressful", "I've never heard of that but it sounds scary", and "You must be pretty worried about that" over and over again

[zevrra]

𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰?

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩: pervy!jayce gets caught in the lab being anything but a golden boy, so you have to tease him just a little bit.

𝐰𝐜: 3.8k

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: nsfw, fem!reader, pervy!jayce, lil bit of exhibitionism, jayce gets caught red handed being a perv, cunnilingus (oral f receiving), jayce is pathetic, reader tops jayce, clothed sex, foot-job, dirty talk, jayce makes a mess in his pants :3

𝐚/𝐧: part 2…hopefully soon…

Oh he was pathetic. It was just a jacket for fuck’s sake…but it was your jacket.

Jayce runs his fingers down along the hem of the lighter fabric, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as he caresses the jacket. It had been forgotten in the after hours of the lab but there was no reason to worry; for now it was in his possession. Where he’d worship it, take such good care of if. Treat it as perfectly as he would treat you.

And while he knew better than to let this possessive, weaker side of himself slip out when he wasn’t at home; he couldn’t help it. Your jacket was right here, in his grasp, and wanted nothing but to have you. And it certainly did not help when the only thing he could smell was your intoxicating perfume clinging to the cloth, fueling his need even further.

He lifts the closest sleeve of the jacket to his face, pressing it directly into the side of his cheek where he blends into the fabric. He lets his mind imagine it as your hand touching him instead of the cool of the jacket. He smoothes the fabric across his lips, planting a kiss against what he imagines is your knuckles. His lips trail along the seam of your jacket sleeve, pressing kiss after kiss into your arm, until he reaches the collar.

God, how sweet would your skin taste? Would you moan his name? How wet could you get just from kissing and him absolutely desiring you?

“Fuck…this is bad.” Jayce whispers under his breath, feeling himself grow, tightening inside of his pants.

He presses the collar of the jacket around his nose, taking in the deepest breath that he could; practically inhaling the perfume you wore. He imagines pressing his nose right up against the curve of your neck, breathing in even deeper against your skin, while his hands run up along the curve of your back. With the jacket clasped in his grip he can almost completely imagine hugging around you, enveloping you entirely within his grasp; and it makes him so fucking hard. Thinking about the front of your body pressed directly against his own. Getting to feel your heart pound directly through your ribcage as he kisses you. Fuck, getting to touch you, feel every inch of your body; would you tremble beneath his hands? How hard would you grip his biceps when he slipped a hand down the front of your chest and touched between your thighs? His very creative imagination and the huff of every deep breath he took of your perfume, oh god it was a recipe for disaster.

“I know I shouldn’t…” He mutters into the empty room, as if he’s trying to talk himself out of doing what his mind so desperately wanted…but fuck if he wasn’t going to do what he wanted. So there he was, in the lab, sliding into the chair he normally sat in during the day, palming the front of his pants while every single little voice in his head told him it was a terrible, horrible idea. Of course he had done other…promiscuous things…to the thought of you but never in public. Never in the lab of all places; where he had just spent the entire day trying his best not to think about you, fearing he’d get hard.

God, he really, really was pathetic.

He moves to lay your jacket across his chest, keeping the collar curled up as close to his nose as he could, while his other hand travelled down his chest. He inhales that pretty perfume of yours into his lungs with every breath he takes, undoing the front of his pants and slipping his fingers right beneath the waistband of his underwear. His fingers curl around the thick of his stiff base, taking a deep breath at the same time his hand rises to the head of his cock, where Jayce groans heavily at his own touch. He bites his bottom lip as he daydreams about your hand wrapped around him instead. He couldn’t help but wonder how your fingers would feel rubbing over his head instead of his own. How soft they would be, how reactive he would be to your touch. Would you use your mouth? God, just the idea of it makes his hips jerk and his fingers stumble.

“Jayce?”

He could almost imagine how sweet your voice would be calling out his name. The breathless whine that would slip between your lips as your tongue tastes every inch of him and his name. He softly grunts at the thought of you sucking him off; how much could you take of his aching cock without crying while he tried his hardest not to fuck into the back of your throat.

“Uh…Jayce?”

The ring of his name this time was different…more real. Suddenly, Jayce is realizing he wouldn’t imagine you calling his name with such confusion. He quickly turns towards where your voice comes from. And when his eyes find you, standing in the doorway of the lab, he freezes like an animal caught in headlights.

You had cursed yourself for leaving behind your jacket. Halfway home and shivering, you almost gave up on going back for it but then you’d never hear the end of it from Jayce or Viktor. Getting scolded first thing in the morning about leaving your belongings around in the lab was not something you wanted so you had no choice. Halfway home, you unfortunately have to turn around and sneak your way back into the lab. But when you get back to the lab, strangely enough, the door is still unlocked. And what you find inside is Jayce Talis, Piltover’s golden boy, stretched out in his chair, gripping your jacket as close as he possibly can, as he strokes himself off.

At first you can’t even find the words to speak to get his attention. On one hand, you almost don’t want to say anything; too interested in how far he’d go or how long it would take him to notice you were standing, watching him as he committed this unholy act. Wondering what scene he was imagining in that moment that made him huff and groan the way he was. But on the other hand, he was certainly imagining you…and that was something you needed more detail about immediately.

“Jayce?” You call out, stepping closer to the chair he has seated himself in. When he doesn’t jump at your voice, you speak up once again. “Uh…Jayce?” This time, your voice shocks him back to reality.

Jayce turns to you, fear glistening in his pretty eyes, as he stares at you with his hand thoroughly shoved under his underwear and wrapped around himself. Your jacket lays coddled against his chest and nose—oh he was in deep. And all it did was make you smile.

He had been ignoring you for weeks now. Short, curt conversations; fleeing the lab whenever the opportunity arose. He avoided your gaze anytime the two of you were in the same room, staring at something else to keep himself busy. You assumed he had found out about your own feelings for him and was avoiding you at all costs but no…now you finally knew the reasoning behind it all.

“This! This isn’t! I’m so…I!” Jayce stammers, ripping his hand out of his pants and away from his body, attempting to cover himself while he also yanks the jacket away from his chest. He moves to stand but you plant a hand firmly on his shoulder and force him to stay in his seat.

You take the jacket out of his hand, tossing it over onto the desk adjacent to you. It wasn’t going to be of use anymore. “I would’ve never guessed that the Golden Boy of the council would be doing something so…scandalous.” You hum, a wide smile stretching across your lips.

Jayce stares up at you, a nervous flush stretching across his face. And he knows he could break free of your grip but why would he? You caught him, could blackmail him with whatever you wanted…but all he wanted was you. So why would he run away when he could get even the slightest bit of your attention. He’d just continue to turn red and be embarrassed about it; as if he didn’t enjoy it.

“What would they think of you?” You continue, sliding your hand along his shoulder before fiddling with the tie he wore every day. You tug the clothing item out from its usual position, twirling the red tie between your fingers. “All that money they give you to fund this lab and here you are jerking yourself off in it. How shameful.” You snicker, letting go of his tie. Watching with a smile as he struggles to defend himself but never attempts to hide the tightening in his boxers.

Oh, Jayce loved this.

Without another word, you lift yourself onto the top of the desk, curling a single finger to order Jayce to scoot closer to you; and he does without an ounce of hesitation. You slip out of your shoes before pressing a foot right up against the bulge in his underwear. You add just a little pressure and it makes Jayce groan.

“Jayce Talis the Pervert.” You nickname the large man who trembles under your touch. Moving the flat of your foot across the length of his shaft still hidden beneath his underwear. Even with him hiding inside of his boxers, you can clearly feel how big he is. You could clearly see it in comparison to your own foot snug up against him. Brains, brawn, and well endowed? Jayce just had it all. And you were lucky enough that he wanted no one but you.

“I’m not!” Jayce starts to speak up, to attempt to defend himself from any further embarrassment but it falters with another press of your foot against his aching cock.

You chuckle at the way he shivers and effectively shuts up with just a little pressure against his lower half. He tenses under your touch, gripping the chair with both hands while his gaze struggles to meet your own; too afraid to look you in the eye now. All that confidence of him touching himself inside the lab, where anyone could have found him, is all but completely gone now. He’s perfectly golden and obedient once more.

“Jayce.” Your voice rings out and he begrudgingly lifts his eyes to meet yours, eyelashes fluttering as he stares at you. “Tell me what you were thinking about and take off my pants.”

Jayce hesitates now, worry coloring his gaze as he glances up at you in an attempt to see if you were fooling him. But you stay silent, waiting for him to act and when he sees that you’re not joking, that he isn’t dreaming, his hands move to the front of your pants. He adjusts himself the best he can as he begins to remove them. “I was uh…thinking about…you...” Jayce whispers with an awkward laugh following as he yanks off your pants in a hurry. Like you might change your mind if he isn’t quick enough. “I was thinking about your touch and maybe where you would touch me if I ever got the chance to…be with…you.” He admits in a shameful tone.

You stifle a laugh at his embarrassment, pressing between his thighs once again and causing him to grunt. “Touching you like this?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow and you can feel him twitch beneath your toes.

He whines, bottom lip trembling. “Sorta…” He mutters, turning his gaze away from yours. “I imagined your fingers and your mouth…”

“Oh poor pervert Jayce, this isn’t enough for you?”

“No!” Jayce blurts out, scooting even closer in between your legs, forcing your foot to fully weigh down onto his shaft. “It’s good! Please, it's good.” He begs.

You smirk at his eagerness. Raising a hand to caress the side of his face where he melts into your touch. Probably another thing he’s craved for so long. You rub your thumb across the high of his cheekbone while his eyes stare up at you, begging, yearning, waiting for you to speak.

“On your knees.” You hum, scooting closer to the edge of the desk.

He falls immediately to his knees, adjusting himself as close as he can to you. His hands grip either side of your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles as he waits for more orders.

Your reposition your foot up against his twitching cock once again while he nuzzles his head between your thighs, right up against your knee. He draws his fingers against your skin, pretty eyes staring up at you. He soaks up every second with you. Finally getting to touch you and he was desperate to keep you. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” Jayce admits, pressing a kiss against your knee. “I’ve wanted you so badly…please let me have you now. Even though I’ve been bad, I know I can be a good boy for you.” He mumbles softly against your skin before trailing kisses up along your inner thigh, his own hips rolling forward into the flat of your foot. Grinding into your foot like the depraved man that he was. His pretty hazel eyes stare up at you, pleading, begging you to let him make you his; but you wouldn’t break, not yet. He’d have to prove himself first.

“How good?” You ask, running a hand through the waves of his hair, as you give him a soft smile.

A red blush stretches across his face as he glances from your eyes, trailing down to your core just inches away from his lips. “I’ll be so good.” Jayce mutters before he leans forward, pressing his lips directly into your cunt, right over your underwear. His gaze returns to lock with your own, staring up at you as he does. “Please,” He mutters, hot and heavy against your clit. “Let me touch you…I’m begging. I’ll be good…” Jayce whispers as he continues to press kiss after kiss right into the curve of your core. His hips jerk again to further grind himself into your foot as his fingers grip around your thighs. “Please…”

You can’t help but chuckle again at his eagerness, softly groaning as he presses a kiss flush against your clit once more. “No. Perverts don’t get what they want.” You respond with a soft laugh.

Jayce whines but continues to rut himself against your foot. Pretty eyes pleading up at you as he does so, placing another steamy kiss right over your panties. “Not a pervert…” He mutters in an attempt to save face.

“No? Jerking yourself off in public? While thinking about me and using my jacket? Tsk, tsk. What if someone from the council saw you, pervert.” You respond with a smile.

Jayce adverts your gaze then, focusing on only lapping between your thighs instead. Didn’t want you to see it in his eyes how not-so-perfect he’s been, even if he admits that he isn’t as golden as he seems.

“I bet it isn’t the first time either.” You hum, pressing your foot directly into his stiff cock and forcing him to shudder. “I’ve noticed you staying late at the lab, just assumed it was you doing some overtime but no. You were touching yourself weren’t you? Pervert.” You chuckle at his weak, pathetic whine that slips from his lips at your touch.

“Can’t help it…you’re just so perfect…” He whines before looking away in shame before continuing to mouth at your cunt and grind into your foot. But you knew better, he wasn’t as ashamed as he probably should have been; no, he was entirely aroused, could feel it in every twitch under your foot. Could even see it in the blush that flushed across his cheeks like a red river. Sure, he was embarrassed about being caught but it was almost like he wanted to be caught…he wanted you to know how deprived he was for you, especially now that he didn’t have to pretend or sneak around.

But you’d drag it out as long as you could, just to tease him just a little more. ”And I don’t even want to mention the clothes I’ve been missing.”

This time with a little more force and roughness, you press into his head with your foot. Causing Jayce to harshly gasp at your words and from the pressure on his cock. A deep moan echoes from within his chest at the accusation…the rightful accusation.

“‘M sorry!” Jayce huffs, tears jumping to the corners of his eyes. “I was going to return them, I swear!” He claims, once again trying to save his skin.

Although you truly doubted he had ever planned on returning your clothes and that they would forever be used for his pleasure. His only bonus is that now he didn’t have to steal your clothes unless you wanted him too. You chuckle again softly, running your fingers through his hair and giving it a sharp tug, forcing him to look up at you. “Doesn’t matter right now, be a good little pervert and make it up to me. Please me and don’t use your hands.” You order.

Jayce is far too eager to please. He huffs against your cunt, using his teeth to yank your panties to the side and pressing his mouth against your wet core. He grunts, nose flush to your body as he sucks harshly along your skin. His tongue lashes out, pushing through the slick folds of your pussy. His tongue moves to dance against your clit, relishing the way you suck a sharp breath through your teeth, before diving back in between your lips.

Keeping his hands rightfully out of the way, gripping your thighs just like you told him, and he moans at your taste. Jayce presses his tongue inside of you briefly before licking right back up to your clit. He rolls any spit off his tongue back onto your cunt, whimpering your name as he dives as deep as he can. He’s messy eating you out, tasting every inch and every drop of your slick that he can. His eyes practically roll into the back of his head as he finally gets something he’s been craving for weeks or even longer. He’s desperately lapping at your cunt like a man finally getting the first sip of water after weeks of dehydration. You wouldn’t have imagined how sloppy Jayce is, smearing every drop of slick and his spit along his chin as he eats you out. He’s grunting, moaning against your core while his hips continue to jerk forward; fucking his cock right up against the foot that still presses into him.

A sob breaks from your lips, instinctively your hand grips Jayce’s hair tighter. Your own hips jerking as his tongue wiggles against your clit. “Fuck. You’re good at this pervert…you’ve been daydreaming about it for so long haven’t you?” You moan, sucking in a sharp breath when Jayce sucks harsh against your core. You bite down on your bottom lip when he responds with a whimper of his own. “Wonder what else my little pervert has been daydreaming about.”

Jayce doesn’t answer though, just whines because he knows how perverted he truly has been. You could imagine how many countless dreams he’s had of you, touching you, tasting you, getting to fuck you to his hearts desire; waking up with morning wood, having to hide massive hard on’s when you two simply stood in the room together. You could imagine it all.

“Mmph…please.” Jayce finally breaks, leaning back ever so slightly, letting you see how messy he truly is. Where your slick dawns his face and smears across his lips. Sticks to his smooth, flushed face; so wet you can even see the strings of his saliva gleaming, still attached to your cunt. He doesn’t give you the chance to answer right away though, desperately lapping at your core again in an attempt to persuade you even further. His breath slips in and out quickly, ragged huffs of air as he moves his hips faster and faster. He grunts heavy against your cunt, sucking harshly on your clit, wild and chaotic as he seeks out his orgasm. His big eyes plead with you while his mouth is busy, begging to let him come.

“Ugh…” You groan, trying your hardest not to pant as badly as he was, fingers tightening in his hair. It was so hot. How desperate and pathetic he was that he was willing to get off on just your foot, just because that’s what you wanted. God, you’re so glad that you came back for your stupid jacket tonight or else you would never have known this side of Jayce. “Mhm, go ahead. A good boy like you deserves a reward.”

Jayce hiccups at your approval, because finally, his fingers move to grip around your calf where he lifts his entire body up to fully thrust against your foot. He eagerly ruts into you while attempting to place kisses along your thighs but it’s all too much for him to handle. He’s hunching over, a mix of your name and whimpers leave his lips as he reaches his high. His orgasm hits him, hard, causing him to shutter and tremble against the sole of your foot. You watch as his mouth falls open with a strangled sob as he cums inside his underwear and directly against your foot. And he doesn’t stop moving until he’s finished entirely with his orgasm. His entire body trembles as his head hangs low but he continues to keep his hands on your leg. Running his fingers up along your calf before kneading into the thick of your thigh to ground himself as he calms down from his orgasm.

When he’s spent, his hazel eyes are glancing up at your pretty face. Where he dawns a lopsided smile that matches the euphoric glint to his eyes.

“Please,” Jayce begins to beg again, his voice hoarse from his previous sobs. “Let me fuck you. I know I’ve been bad but please, I’ll fuck you so good…I’ll be so good...”

You smile, bitting down on your bottom lip to try and contain your giddiness. Not only did you have THE Jayce Talis, a man wanted by so many, getting off on your foot alone; here he was, on his knees, begging to fuck you. You move the hand tangled in his hair down along his jaw, caressing his face once more. “Take the rest of your clothes off then. And you better keep your word, or I’ll have to tell everyone in Piltover what a pervert you are.” You respond. But no matter the threats, all Jayce could hear was that yes, he finally would get to feel you. No more imagining or stealing your clothing items to use for his fantasies. He could have you. And he didn’t care, or maybe didn’t even know, that you were even lying. Oh, lying through your teeth. You’d never tell another soul about this side of Jayce…it was for you, and only you.

@ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐙𝐄𝐕 | 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖/𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

[blackbatcass]

listen I know it’s kind of corny and inaccurate to act like every single person in the dc universe knows each other and is besties but it IS endlessly funny to me to follow the web of connections and see how many degrees removed from each other everyone is.

like look at the arrowfam okay. ollie and dinah are together, ollie is homoerotic best friends with hal, dinah is homoerotic best friends with babs. roy is dating dick, has a kid with jade, and is basically an adoptive father to both grant emerson and rose wilson. connor is dating kyle and is constantly followed around by eddie fyers. mia is friends with a lot of the second gen teen titans kids, had an on-again-off-again thing going on with steph for a while, and is currently dating sienna. emiko is besties with courtney and some of the other recent teen titans. sin has a small army of protective aunts from the birds of prey. the real question is how far does it go before ollie puts a cap on the number of people who are invited to family brunch on sundays

[xxplastic-cubexx]

waiting for marvel to take you up as their comic artist so that we can have amazing art with cherik official storyline

marvel hire me to draw professor x and magneto making out sloppy style for forty issues straight you will get a BAJILLION dollars i promise

[moeblob]

I spent 3 hours replying to this anon simply to say "everyone gets a Vaporeon (except Sylvain)".

[arseniy-arsenicum33]

Season 9 Hermits as DND heroes and villains... (Mostly villains)...

The Dungeon Master... The Warden Wrangler... The Frost Warlock... TangoTek...

The Gorgon King... The Statues Sourseress... The Undead Sculptress... ZombieCleo...

The Immortal King... The Forgotten Ruler... The Wealth Hoarder... Ren the King...

The Bone Mage... Axe of The Screaming Void Wielder... The Musical Necromancer... XisumaVoid...

The Vampire Lord... The Treacherous Backstabber... The Keeper of Vaults... Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo...

The Cursed Knight... The Honourable Hero... And His Inner Demon... WelsKnight...

The Elven Archer... The Magical Baker... The Mattress Store Owner... GoodTimesWithScar...

The Dwarven Warrior... The Realm Liberator... The King Slayer... ImpulseSV...

The Forest Protector... The King Maker... The Leshy... BdoubleO100... This whole project started long ago with an ask by @theshadiertwin two months ago... Shockingly, the Idea of using a DND-character creator for creating actual DND-characters instead of little vignettes never occured to me... But I really wanted to model every Hermit first... If you have any ideas of what class each hermit can be, please tell! And I will be making a part 2 someday... Bdubs one has a little bit of a backstory... It's conceptually based on this model of Inscription-Leshy Bdubs by my good friend @randomtotallyrealgirl... But made more akin to slavic view of Leshy as a Forest Guardian... It's not a cultural appropriation, if it's my culture... Rens also from slavic folklore, he was inspired by Koschey the Immortal who conquered death, hoarded enormous amounts of wealth and spent his forever life by withering over it... You can use them freely, play as them, put them as npcs in your homebrew, come up with stats and character builds, go nuts! And there are some nice secrets, if you view them in 3D... I just need to add them to the growing google doc of my models... And actually post said doc on my blog... Yeah... Soon...

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Results are in:

Scrooge outfit: Neil, Todd, and Cameron

Heart Boxers: Knox, Charlie, and Pitts

Pink robe: Meeks and Keating

I will forever be indebted to anyone who draws fanarts of them in these outfits

[faaun]

said goodbye to him feeling weird!

[ping-ski]

not enough people talk about "dont turn the lights off" ngl. this song + the daycare theme song have been ON LOOP for me. on loop while i draw. on loop while i do chores and cook. on loop while i work. on loop if i need to concentrate on something- no ANYTHING. it's such a comfort to me. this song has a DEATH GRIP on me. WHIMSY UNMATCHED. you don't understand how much this song fuels me to keep creating DCA content for myself ohhh my god.

"lights on" doesn't even compare for me (WHICH OFC i like the song + with the recent release of "best friend" im still giddy)

which, i feel the need to add, this song is pivotal for my motivation to write EBY (wip dca fic im working on rn). like idk i feel invincible when this song plays ig lmao.

[shunin-gumis]

Designs of Happiness - Track A14

L4mps Main Story Translation

Title: Imposed Blessings

Characters: Nagi

Summary: Nagi is working alone at his shop after abruptly leaving the Friday Film viewing. The protagonist chases after him, and he finally explains his unique predisposition.

Thank you aca @463ce6, jes @arcanecrayonn myun @/myuntachis and Niri for helping me with proofing!

Also a gentle request from me, please do listen to the chapter in-game alongside the translation if you don't do so already, the voice acting is very precious 🥺🥺

Location: Flower Laundry

Sonia: Nagi-shan, here ish all the flowers you can use! 

Nagi: …Oh no. This isn’t nearly enough.

Sonia: You came back all of a sudden from HAMA House, sho you have no right to complain! 

Nagi: Sorry. Please get whatever’s left in the storehouse too.

Sonia: Aye aye, Shir! Geez, I’ll bring back as much as I can!

*bell jingles*

Customer A: ‘Scuse me! Sorry for popping in last minute—

Nagi: Oh, that’s alright. What can I do for you?

Customer A: Just a quick question– Does the laundromat here accept IzuPay? 

Nagi: IzuPay… Ah, we don’t use that here yet. There were plans to add it as an option but it was delayed… Sorry about that.

Customer B: Darn… out of luck, huh. I guess it makes sense, not everyone would bother getting the ward’s special payment method.

Nagi: Other digital payment options are still available, and we accept cash too.

Customer A: Huh? Can’t believe there’s a laundromat that still takes cash… 

Customer A: I thought they’d all be gone with the ‘Valley of the Sky’ or somethin’. POTHARU! and all that. 

Customer B: Hey, don’t be rude… He’s standing right there, and that scene is long since over. Um, sorry about that. 

Nagi: …It’s fine. 

Nagi: (Right. I guess the film viewing would be over by now, too.)

Nagi: (...Why did I have to think about that now?)

Nagi: (I wouldn’t have lasted much longer in that situation… Just thinking about it gives me chills. I’m sorry I didn’t stick with Toi till the end, but I had no choice, I had to leave for everyone’s sake—)

Sonia: I’ve prepared the flowers for you!

Nagi: Thanks. —Let’s go, we need to leave right now.

??: Um, excuse me… 

Nagi: Oh, yes, welcome—

Momiji: Good evening… again.

Nagi: …… 

Momiji: Do you mind if we talk for a bit, Nagi-kun?

Momiji: …… 

Momiji: (I can’t believe he ran out of HAMA House during the viewing… I guess he must’ve hated it that much, huh…)

Momiji: (Maybe I was being too naive in thinking that he’d open up with enough time…) 

Nagi: …… 

Nagi: (I can’t believe she noticed I’d left… I might have messed this up worse than I’d thought. She must be annoyed with me…)

Nagi: (No, I shouldn’t jump to conclusions, maybe she’s just here to check up on me. I clearly suck at communicating with others, so that might have gotten her worried…)

Nagi: (Still, it doesn’t change the fact that I troubled the Chief… I’m worth less than a plant louse that preys on flowers. I mean, even plant lice are useful to ants, yet I’m…)

Nagi: (No one would want a Ward Mayor that’s worth less than a louse.)

Nagi: (I wanted to take responsibility and see this job through to the end, but…)

Momiji: …You see, Yodaka-san just informed me earlier. 

Nagi: Yes?

Momiji: That you haven’t slept at HAMA House even once, Nagi-kun.

Nagi: …… 

Nagi: (So he knew. He’s too sharp to slip past, huh.)

Momiji: …… 

Momiji: (Ah… He’s tensed up.)

Momiji: (I wonder if I should’ve approached it more delicately…)

Momiji: (I’d readily help him if he’d just let me know what he’s having trouble with, or if there’s something he’d like changed… But what if he says that he never wanted to be a Ward Mayor in the first place? Hrm… What should I say…)

Nagi: …… 

Nagi: (She looks really troubled… I feel guilty that she’s worried over someone like me.)

Nagi: (I should just explain everything, even if it makes me uneasy. I know it’s the right thing to do, but… If I really just blurt everything out, she’d probably think I’m some kind of weirdo.)

Nagi: (But if I keep quiet any longer, she might feel hurt instead. What should I do…)

Nagi: (...The cyclamen at the storefront just caught my eye… In flower language, they mean “resignation” and “words of parting”...)

Nagi: (And next to it are the anemone, meaning “abandonment,” and the calendula, “sorrow of parting.”)

Nagi: (I see… I get it now.)

Momiji: Um… 

Nagi: (I should… brace myself.) 

Nagi: …… 

Nagi: …If I don’t hand out flowers, it rebounds. 

Momiji: Huh?

Nagi: The other side of the Yajirobe*. 

Momiji: Uh?

Nagi: This is just a theory of mine.

Momiji: O-Okay… 

Nagi: I believe that, just like with human emotions, if a person experiences great fortune or misfortune, then they will eventually have to return to a neutral state.

Momiji: Uh huh...?

Nagi: In my case, the rebound is especially strong. If I experience any fortune, then misfortune is sure to follow soon after. 

Nagi: That’s what happened when I got caught in that bee trap before; I’m sure it’s because I’d won a set of tissue boxes the day before, at a raffle in the shopping district.

Nagi: This is my theory on the phenomenon I call “The Yajirobe of Fortune and Misfortune.”

Momiji: I-I see... It’s like when people say bad luck doesn’t last forever, or how something good is bound to follow after something bad… Is it like that?

Nagi: …Are you a genius? I feel embarrassed for making up a whole theory now. I’ll just use your explanation next time.

Momiji: No, no, I understood what you were trying to say with your Yajirobe theory.

Nagi: …To avoid having the Yajirobe go crazy, I need to avoid any situation that might make me happy, intentionally or not. 

Nagi: Even a single slice of cake is too much for me. That sort of kindness… is too much happiness for me to bear. 

Momiji: (So he’s saying the cake made him so happy that he had to avoid accepting it, and even ran out of the dorm just so he could avoid inviting misfortune…)

Nagi: But sometimes, no matter how careful I am, the happiness just piles up anyways.

Nagi: That’s when I bring these out.

Momiji: Flowers…?

Nagi: My special ability– Flower Power: Imposed Blessings*.

Momiji: …Um?

Nagi: By imbuing flowers with the energy from my accumulated happiness, I can impose the excess onto others. There's no limit to how many flowers can be handed out. The only debuff I have to suffer is embarrassment.

Momiji: (Oh…)

Momiji: (Is that why he was handing out flowers in the middle of the street the first time I met him…?)

Momiji: (Honestly, I’m not sure how much of this I’m supposed to believe… But at the very least, I can tell Nagi-kun is being serious about this.)

Momiji: I…see. So if you give away your flowers—

Nagi: The misfortune’s rebound gets weaker. 

Momiji: –The misfortune’s rebound gets weaker…… Right. 

Nagi: (As expected, she looks really confused.)

Momiji: Um, let’s see if I got this right– You felt that joining HAMA Tours, and living at HAMA House would—

Nagi: Accumulate a debt of happiness.

Momiji: Which is why you left.

Nagi: Yes. Something like–

Nagi: Something like working together, and living alongside others, just like a ‘family’... There’s no way to predict the amount of happiness I’d receive from just being there.

Momiji: (The amount of happiness…)

Nagi: Being surrounded by happiness like that… Holding hands, and shouting POTHARU together with everyone—

Nagi: It wouldn’t surprise me if an earthquake hit right after, and HAMA House ended up as a pile of rubble…! 

Momiji: …… 

Nagi: (She looks stunned. I guess that’s expected.)

Nagi: (It was just impossible for someone like me, who’s always avoided other people, to suddenly work with others and live alongside them.)

Nagi: (She probably thinks I’m a weirdo. It’s not something you can wrap your head around. It’s a natural reaction.)

Nagi: (I’ll just get myself fired right here and now, so I can return to my old lifestyle. A life with no big waves, just the mundane everyday.)

Momiji: I understand your situation now.

Nagi: …… 

Momiji: Can I have all your flowers, then? 

Nagi: …… 

Nagi: —Huh?

Momiji: You just have to reduce that, um, debt of happiness, by giving away your flowers, right?

Momiji: But it’s probably difficult for you to find people to give flowers to on a daily basis, huh?

Nagi: …Is that… where this conversation is supposed to go?

Momiji: I think so?

Momiji: Then um, maybe your costs increase because you have to give out more flowers?

Nagi: No, that’s not really a problem. I can get a good discount if I buy it in bulk, so… 

Momiji: I see. Then, it’s just a problem of who you can give your flowers to. Accosting strangers to give them flowers is probably taxing for you, and confusing for the other person too.

Momiji: But, since I know what’s going on, I can take as many flowers as you want to give away.

Nagi: I… I guess that makes sense. 

Nagi: Wouldn’t it be a bother to you…?

Momiji: Of course not. You can never have too many flowers! I mean, flowers give a feeling of a fresh beginning, you know? They’re always nice to have.

Nagi: …… 

Nagi: Here.

Momiji: Oh! A flower! Thank you very much. You popped that out like some kinda magician!

Nagi: …Flowers have always been a part of my life, before I’d even realized it. That’s why, it’s always there, right beside me, where I can reach for it whenever I want.

Momiji: Still, what a large flower! What’s it called?

Nagi: Peony.

Momiji: Aw, it’s so pretty! And it smells so good too!

Nagi: —......

Nagi: Next, this one.

Momiji: It has such a unique shape… What’s its name? 

Nagi: Serruria.

Momiji: It’s so peculiar and cute! I wonder what I should decorate with it… 

Nagi: Here.

Momiji: This is a crazy amount! It’s starting to look like a huge bouquet at this point!

Nagi: Here.

Momiji: Oh dear, the colors are clashing…!

Nagi: Here.

Momiji: I can’t see in front of me anymore…! *giggles* But—

Momiji: Thank you, Nagi-kun!

Nagi: I should be the one saying that.

Nagi: Thank you for taking on my happiness, Chief. 

Notes:

Yajirobe is a term used for Japanese balancing toys. The mechanism involves balancing the main body at a fulcrum and making sure it doesn’t tilt too far in either direction before it’s balanced again, swinging back like a pendulum.

The name of Nagi’s ‘special ability’ literally translates to “imposing happiness/good fortune onto others through giving away flowers” which is super long hence why it got changed. He’s the type to make up silly names anyways.

Flower Language:

Peony Bashfulness, Shyness

Serruria Yearning, Beautiful heart

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[be-the-creature-fan]

I finally got to go to WILD KRATTS LIVE!!!!!!!

AND I GOT TO MEET THE KRATT BROTHERS!!! (Faces covered to remain anonymous)

Besides having a good (though short) conversation, I got to ask them "What their favorite show to work on was and they both mentioned Zaboomafoo with Martin saying because they got to know Jovian (the real life Zoboomafoo) and both enjoyed seeing how the animal guests would react with the puppet Zaboo. They also mentioned how they loved Be The Creature as they got to stay and learn about the specific animal for the episode. Also got to talk a bit of how their shows lead me into pursuing an animal related major which made them happy.

They also thought my "I survived the Wild Kratts Season 7 Hiatus" shirt was really funny.

Overall it was an amazing experience and I finally achieved one of my longest dreams!!!

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I just want to ramble that I am extremely grateful for my family. That is all lol.

Tell someone you’re thankful for that you love them! Right now! You never know when they really need to hear it <3

[keiksy-cake]

Hetalia Collezione: America's pg 2

Tl;Dr: use this link for all my collezione tls so far!

Hi everyone, I've been thinking to upload my collezione tls to MangaDex (I've already uploaded "chapter 0"!) As you know, a lot of my early work is a bit unreliable, and most of my work is generally inconsistent haha. So because I wanna make sure my stuff is good quality before it gets auto reposted elsewhere out of my control, I hope to re-do a lot of said early work to improve, correct, and standardize everything as best I can. I've already done a few pages, and thank God I saved the vast majority of my cleans too haha. It also means I wanna try to finish the missing pages in order so I can upload chapters as a whole, hence why I finally have America's second page. (I'll still also work on the poll thing tho!)

I've also been meaning to have all my collezione tls available in one place, and bc I was unable to edit my previous post that I said would have "all" the tls far, and bc tumblr just recently made it impossible to upload more than 30 or smth pgs at once (I used a loophole before haha); I decided to make a google doc! You can add it to your drive, dl it as a pdf, make a copy, idc; but the link should be available to everyone and I'll be able to edit it in the future with new tled pgs and new version pgs! It's ofc in the link above, PLEASE lmk if it doesn't work for you! The first page btw is just a long disclaimer bc I always write too much haha.

[valeriannnn]

I know little of the Keepers and their cultural norms, but I suppose it should not come as a surprise that matters of grooming and personal maintenance should carry a more pragmatic connotation for those who live in such isolation - or perhaps our friend is simply strange, regardless of his context. I must admit: it was no small comfort to me, in those frigid days heralding the twilight of the Dragonsong War, to discover that our champion did not share our Sharlayan intuition toward personal space. Our more guarded companions don't always share my gratitude for the attention, but I believe that after our long estrangement, even the coldest of hearts could not fail to be warmed by such a gesture.

Wolcred Week 2024 Day 1: Warmth | Home

ok as mentioned in the tags i didnt have time to render a complete scene for this but i found this old mspaint sketch that demonstrates the Vibe. tyagoa just walked up behind him after cleaning up from their meal