#spell dictation

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

"In the first beginning of the year Morwen gave birth to her child, the daughter of Húrin; and she named her Nienor, which is Mourning." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Of Túrin Turambar"

[ID: an edit comprised of six posters in muted shades of grey, brown, white, and green.

1: A close-up of Charlotte Carey Tampubolon, an indonesian-british model with light brown skin and bleached hair. She is looking at the viewer with one hand raised to her face, and wears a jeweled ring and earrings. White text in the center of the image reads "niënor," and below it in cursive, "mourning" / 2: Rapids and a steep waterfall among outcroppings of rock and a few conifers. Same format as Image 1, but the text reads "níniel" and "tear-maiden" / 3: The hand of a white marble statue, reaching out from beneath sculpted robes. Same text as Image 2 / 4: A tan-skinned person in a white dress walking away from the viewer amidst tall shrubbery. Same text as Image 1 / 5: A close-up of the eye of an alligator. It is yellow with a slit pupil. Same text as Image 4 / 6: Charlotte Carey Tampubolon, this time facing the viewer with her hair fluffed out around her face and a worried expression. Same text as Image 3 //End ID]

[puppppppppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[scuorge101]

I probably will get hate for this which is why I will not tag the fandom tags but uh….

It’s very weird to me how people will make excuses for Calypso and even Antinous and even sympathize for the two of them yet….they will hate and blame Eurylochus for everything that happened.

It’s just very odd to me ngl :/

[ssaltlicker]

People applying american politics to arcane is the funniest shit. Whats even the point of watching the show

[watchingyoufromthestars]

Thinking about Lark again and how I think some people might be misinterpreting the nature of Rogue in the specific case of DnDads. From what I remembered, they’re playing it as the Rogue card simply predicting it would happen, rather than forcing the anger upon Lark. And then I got to ep59 on my Talking Dad relisten and Anthony said exactly that. The Rogue card didn’t force Lark to stab Henry, just as much as Willy didn’t force his hand either. Outside of the story, Anthony picked Lark because it’s the meanest option he could think of. Inside the story, it’s the consequences of Henry’s actions in attempting to set boundaries for once and that intersecting with the kids and Walter being attacked by mercenaries. Lark is understandably angry by what happens, but that hostility towards Henry was not forced upon him. It’s natural for him to be upset at this. Then there’s Willy and the message spell. The message spell has absolutely no effect on a person’s emotions in the sense of forcibly influencing them. It’s just a message.

Larks emotions are his own. Sure, there have been magical aspects to what’s guided him in certain directions, but it’s not the magic that made the emotions. Stabbing his father was entirely his own choice, no matter what actually lead him to it. Was it influenced by the card and Willy’s message? Sure, that can be said. But they did not force him to that action. They were more dominoes leading him to it than anything.

There’s a lot that goes into the shaping of the Oak twins and I feel like they get misunderstood a lot. Really, the kiddads as a whole, and I feel like that may be due to less ‘screen time’ and being NPCs. Sure, they’re major characters, but they’re all played by Anthony and are only there when necessary/relevant. We don’t follow them as closely as the s1 dads or s2 teens, so we see a lot of their exterior and not much of their interior.

[lavender-long-stories]

I think I will call this 'Fun with Dictation'

I have been using dication lately, and I was 'writing' notes for stories, and sometimes, it picks up me talking to myself. Usually, it just picks up me talking to my cats, but this one was funny of me trying to remember Shikamaru's father's name.

[randomnameless]

Thinking about muhritocracy again or as our Supreme Leader puts it, "rising and falling by your own merit" -

Isn't Cyril basically the poster child of this ideal sucking?

Both in Almyra and during his spiritual retreat in House Goneril, Cyril mentions that he had to "work hard", it's implied he had to work hard to earn whatever keep he could have (food, but even then that was not common).

Cyril embracing muhritocracy also wants to work "real hard" to repay Rhea, otherwise he feels like he cannot remain in Garreg Mach.

We know the Nabs would never kick him out for this reason (hell Hilda was enrolled and Manu is still a teacher) and both Seteth and Rhea (the latter only did so off-screen and it's basically mentionned in his S support with Billy bcs Rhea can't have screentime I guess) tell him that while repaying a debt is admirable, he needs to start on living now.

Aka, Cyril is allowed to "exist" and "live" even without overworking himself to the bone to have the "right to exist".

Now, FE Fodlan being what it is, the angle of GM being a safehaven/place where old people, children and basically people who cannot "rise due to their own merits" live is completely ignored bar that off-handed comment in Cyril's support with Claude that Rhea basically wants to make a place for people without status/who are vulnerable.

And that place is Garreg Mach.

CS introduces the Abyss that is basically GM+Asylum for people seeking it, even if Aelfric paints it with a Rhea BaD veneer, it's here to offer a shelter to those who are "persecuted" on the "surface" like Dagdans and Almyrans, the poor, the sick, etc etc - basically a "place for those who have nowhere to go".

Constance's family was demoted to nothing by Ionius because they failed to defend Adrestia against Dagda? Her house "fell" by its own "lack of muhrit"... so GM offers her a place to be, even if she (her house, but Adrestia always deals with Houses and not with people!) failed once.

Tldr : GM is the place that completely pissed on Muhritocracy, and where people who have no "muhrit"/status are supported/receive help by the Church.

Cyril works very hard to "earn" the right to remain in GM, but he has yet to understand (only with his supports with the Nabateans!) that he doesn't need to "earn" any right to be and live in Garreg Mach, it's just that kind of place.

[xkcdbracket]

Literal March Madness FINAL ROUND

Ides of March. Assassination of Julius Caesar

March of the Penguins. Nature documentary about Emperor penguins

[varian-ross-horror-author]

Fuck!! (positive)

I figured out a way to get dictation to let me fucking swear!

I had to switch over to Windows voice access rather than Windows voice typing. Some fidgeting around to set up, especially with my screen reader.

But now I can say all of the “ Offensive" words I could possibly fucking want to, and I won't have a manuscript riddled whip blanked out words.

[teamjlry]

Pictured: Ironwood's Literal Plot Armour

[lawrencegarte]

that "satire requires clarity of purpose lest it be mistaken as genuine" post but it's about e/delgard being an empirical dictator that kills everyone

[dragon-phoenix-along]

Things that Percy Jackson and I have in common:

Hair color

Eye color (sometimes)

We’ve both killed a teacher

[the-down-upside-finch]

The Time I Broke My Foot By Jumping Into a Swimming Pool

{"Eleven Truths and a Lie" Series}

For the context behind these stories: [X]

I was ten years old, or maybe twelve. My mom says I was probably eleven. Maybe it's a good thing I don't really remember when it happened—that the memory itself is vague and distant. Having a low pain tolerance usually makes these sorts of things more vivid in my brain, but not this time. (I wonder why that is.) The local rec center had two swim teams. I was a devil ray, having earned my spot after showing that I was faster than the dolphins that I had initially been grouped with. I had strong lungs, so I didn't have to breathe as often. I was made for the water—or so they said.

Sometimes the meets were every weekend, sometimes they weren't. I always had to go because I'd made a commitment, and they wanted me doing breaststroke for the IM race. We weren't allowed to have cell phones with us anywhere near "the deck" (as my coach called it), since it would be a risk to have electronics anywhere near the water. And so I handed my phone to my parents and left to go warm up. The team had been to this pool before—and we all knew the water was much colder than we were used to. It was lucky that they had a separate pool for the swimmers to warm up in. This particular place also had bleachers up on a balcony, making it feel more official than having the spectators crowded around the outer perimeter of the pool. I guess that's why they always held the local "championship" meets at this particular pool—because there was enough room for the thirty-and-something teams that attended. Eventually, it was time for my first event of the day. Had it been anything other than backstroke, I might have been all right. But it was backstroke, and you don't start on the diving block for a backstroke race. You start in the water.

At the ref's signal, I jumped in the water along with the nine other swimmers that had made it to the finals. I had forgotten that we weren't in the deep end. Instead of plunging into the nine-foot-deep water that I had been expecting to be beneath me, my legs buckled as I hit the bottom of the three-foot-deep shallow end. An entire foot of my height was still above the water. It hurt, but that was expected. I didn't have time to think about anything other than grabbing the handles on the diving block and pressing my toes against the side of the pool so I could launch myself backwards with as much power as I possibly could.

The garbled voice of the ref blared through his megaphone. "Set." We all pulled ourselves into position. The signal—which was kind of like a mix between the honk of a clown car, an angry goose, and an airhorn, all being played through an old intercom speaker—was given, and we all dove back into the water, dolphin-kicking with our whole bodies until we surfaced. I was always underwater the longest. The coach said that's what makes you faster. The longer you can stay underwater, the farther ahead you'll be when you get to the surface. When you see the flags, you start counting. I was short in height, but my arms were long—and I reached the wall in four strokes. It was a short race, so I didn't have to worry about flipping over and turning around. I just had to touch the wall. As everyone does if they care about times or scores, the first thing I looked at was the board with my name listed on it.

Third place. I didn't have much time to celebrate. The meet was running behind schedule, so they made us get out of the pool as soon as we slapped the wall. I grabbed the edge of the diving block and hoisted myself out of the water, exactly the way I had done a thousand times before. The pain that shot through my entire body when I tried to put weight on my foot was enough to take me to the ground. I couldn't walk. I couldn't even stand. Managing to half-hobble, half-drag myself to the corner where my team had set up camp, I collapsed on the slick stone floor and clutched my duffle bag, trying not to cry. I still had three more races that day—but my foot had been fine in the water, so it would all be okay. Right?

My parents were in the bleachers up on the balcony, completely unaware that their daughter had done something so bad to her foot that she couldn't even put weight on it. I wondered if my dad had gotten my collapse on video, since he recorded all of my races. My phone was safely away from the water, tucked in my mom's purse—completely useless. I was ten—or maybe eleven or twelve—and I had come face-to-face with a decision that I didn't have the mental capacity for: either tough it out for the team, or see to the needs of my own well-being. I was sobbing as I started trying to flag down my parents. I was so far away from the balcony, on the complete other side of the massive pool, unable to get any closer. I couldn't yell for help—couldn't make a scene bigger than the one I was already making. I had never felt so helpless.

Eventually, someone noticed. In a blur, I was suddenly in my dad's arms, being carried as fast as he could safely run to the car in the parking lot while my mom carried my bag. They put a towel on the seat, set me on top of it, buckled me in, and then we were off. I cried the whole way to InstaCare. "Does it hurt when I do this?" asked the doctor (or whoever was seeing to me), lightly turning my foot to rotate my ankle. She asked that same question several more times, doing something different to my foot each time she asked. I answered yes more than I answered no. Broken, was the verdict—more of a fracture, really, but still broken. I just didn't need a cast. We already had a pair of crutches at home for some reason, so that saved us an investment. There was no need to decorate my foot in brightly-colored bandage wrap—which we also already had a ton of, leftover from that time I ran over my own toe with a heavy metal door at school.

On the bright side, I got to wear a super cool boot to school—meaning I was the one kid that was allowed to wear something that wasn't a closed-toe shoe. And now I can tell people that yes, I once broke my foot by jumping into a swimming pool. I just thought it was going to be deeper than it was.

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[limelocked]

The coming ides of March may have instilled in me a spirit of thinking about monarchies

[infiniteglitterfall]

I have been watching Doctor Who since 1992

Wait that rhymed. Hang on.

(Walks over to poorly-tuned "Great Balls of Fire"-style piano, a twangy tinkly eternally-standing-forgotten-in-the-corner-of-a-cafeteria type of instrument; starts hammering out cheesy late-60s rock chords)

I've been watching Doctor Who

Since 1992

And let me tell ya, I can confiiiirm

That campy wacky things

Are whaAAAt give this show wings

So I'm so glad this showrunner learned

We! just! Wannaa!

SEE HISTORY

BE CAMP AND CORNY

(fast, uncoordinated piano run)

SEE HISTORY

BE QUEER AND SILLY

MAYBE MEET AN ALIEN THAT'S REALLY CHEESYYYYYYY-Y-Y-Y-YYYY....

...I may have just realized that this is basically to the tune of "Butch in the Streets," by legendary queercore punk rock group Tribe 8???

...huh.

DOCTOR WHO | SPACE BABIES & THE DEVIL'S CHORD + TUMBLR REACTIONS

[literaryvein-reblogs]

words for when your characters ______

Agree

accede, acceptance, accord, acknowledgment, acquiescence, align, avowal, bear, cohere, compromise, consent, contract, draft, enlist, give in/give up, go along/go along with, grant, negotiate, unanimous, yield

Deny

abjure, abuse, affront, attack, backstab, bad-mouth, belie, blacken, blemish, confront, curse, darn, defamation, defile, demur, denigrate, detract, dig, disclaim, discountenance, disgrace, disown, disparagement, downplay, explode, flout, fulminate, gainsay, gird, invective, jeer, lament, lecture, malign, minimize, mouth, needle, oppose, protest, put down, put-down, rebuff, refute, remonstrate, renunciation, run down, satirize, scold, show up, sit-in, slander, smear, snap, snub, squeal, sully, swearing, taunt, tirade, turn, underestimate, vituperation, write off, yammer

Explain

account for, admit, apprise, cite, clarify, come clean, concede, confirm, corroborate, defense, demonstrate, dilate, elucidate, enlighten, evidence, expand, explicate, gloss, illustrate, itemize, let on, palliate, plea, prove, recite, simplify, speak out/speak up, spell out, translator, warrant

Fabricate

aspersion, belie, disprove, profane

Inform

acknowledge, address, advertise, allow, allusion, apprise, bare, betrayal, blab, breathe, briefing, broadcast, chronicle, clue, come out with, confession, convey, debunk, define, detail, dictate, divulge, expose, feature, furnish, give, gossip, hint, intimate, issue, lecture, newscaster, orate, out of the closet, pass, post, proclaim, promulgate, publication, publish, release, reveal, show up, speak, spill, squeal, talk, tip, uncover, unveil, weatherperson, whisper

Instruct

bar, educate, prescribe

Persuade

advance, argument, bend, budge, carry, coerce, convince, discourage, draw, drum up, elicit, entice, forward, goad, hammer away/hammer into, induce, influence, invite, lobby, motivate, negotiation, pitch, prevail upon/prevail on, prompt, reason, spur, sway, urge, win/win over

Promise

assurance, avow, commitment, ensure, go back/go back on, oath, portend, vouch, warrant, word

Suggest

advice, advocate, ask, come up with, connote, drum into, exhort, fish for, get at, guide, imply, insinuate, moralize, move, nomination, pontificate, preach, propose, recommend, urge

Praise

accent, acclamation, accredit, adulation, apotheosis, applause, benediction, bless, champion, citation, commend, compliment, congratulations, credit, dedicate, deify, elevate, endorse, eulogize, exalt, extol, flatter, flattery, glorify, homage, laud, lionize, obsequy, plaudits, puff, salute, thanks, tribute, worship

Warn

admonish, alert, caution, caveat, defy, enjoin, exhortation, foreboding, foretell, page, remind, warning

NOTE

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary. Writing Resources PDFs

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