#to use the sock analogy

[alagaisia]

Stumbled on a weird website for a work thing. With no other context, what is your response when you hear this phrase:

Context: this is a phrase used by the organization that founded March 18th as “Global Recycling Day”, on a page introducing their position that recycling/recycled materials should be thought of as the Seventh Natural Resource.

The six natural resources that they claim “we” tend to think of as the most important are: water, air, oil, natural gas, coal, and minerals.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Children's Dialogue

Language is extremely complex, yet children already know most of the grammar of their native language(s) before they are 5 years old.

BABBLING

Babbling begins at about 6 months and is considered the earliest stage of language acquisition

By 1 year babbles are composed only of the phonemes used in the language(s) they hear

Deaf babies babble with their hands like hearing babies babble using sounds

FIRST WORDS

After the age of one, children figure out that sounds are related to meanings and start to produce their first words

Usually children go through a holophrastic stage, where their one-word utterances may convey more meaning

Example: "Up" is used to indicate something in the sky or to mean “pick me up”

Most common first words (among the first 10 words uttered in many languages): “mommy,” “daddy,” “woof woof,” “no,” “bye,” “hi,” “yes,” “vroom,” “ball” and “banana”

WORD MEANINGS

When learning words, children often overextend a word’s meaning

Example: Using the word dog to refer to any furry, four-legged animal (overextensions tend to be based on shape, size, or texture, but never color)

They may also underextend a word’s meaning

Example: Using the word dog to refer only to the family pet, as if dog were a proper noun

The Whole Object Principle: When a child learns a new word, (s)he is likely to interpret the word to refer to a whole object rather than one of its parts

SYNTAX

At about two years of age, children start to put words together to form two-word utterances

The intonation contour extends over the two words as a unit, and the two-word utterances can convey a range of meanings:

Example: "mommy sock" = subject + object or possessive

NOTE: Chronological age is NOT a good measure of linguistic development due to individual differences, so instead linguists use the child’s mean length of utterance (MLU) to measure development

The telegraphic stage describes a phase when children tend to omit function morphemes such as articles, subject pronouns, auxiliaries, and verbal inflection

Examples: "He play little tune" or "Andrew want that"

Between 2;6 and 3;6 a language explosion occurs and children undergo rapid development

By the age of 3, most children consistently use function morphemes and can produce complex syntactic structures:

Examples: "He was stuck and I got him out" / "It’s too early for us to eat"

After 3;6 children can produce wh-questions, and relative pronouns

Sometime after 4;0 children have acquired most of the adult syntactic competence

PRAGMATICS

Deixis: Children often have problems with the shifting reference of pronouns

Children may refer to themselves as "you"

Problems with the context-dependent nature of deictic words: Children often assume the hearer knows who s/he is talking about

AUXILIARIES

In the telegraphic stage, children often omit auxiliaries from their speech but can form questions (with rising intonation) and negative sentences

Examples: "I ride train?" / "I not like this book"

As children acquire auxiliaries in questions and negative sentences, they generally use them correctly

SIGNED LANGUAGES

Deaf babies acquire sign language in the same way that hearing babies acquire spoken language: babbling, holophrastic stage, telegraphic stage

When deaf babies are not exposed to sign language, they will create their own signs, complete with systematic rules

IMITATION, REINFORCEMENT, ANALOGY

Children do imitate the speech heard around them to a certain extent, but language acquisition goes beyond imitation

Children produce utterances that they never hear from adults around them, such as "holded" or "tooths"

Children cannot imitate adults fully while acquiring grammar

Example:

Adult: "Where can I put them?" Child: "Where I can put them?"

Children who develop the ability to speak later in their childhood can understand the language spoken around them even if they cannot imitate it

NOTE: Children May Resist Correction

Example: Cazden (1972) (observation attributed to Jean Berko Gleason) – My teacher holded the baby rabbits and we patted them. – Did you say your teacher held the baby rabbits? – Yes. – What did you say she did? – She holded the baby rabbits and we patted them. – Did you say she held them tightly? – No, she holded them loosely.

Another theory asserts that children hear a sentence and then use it as a model to form other sentences by analogy

But while analogy may work in some situations, certainly not in all situations:

– I painted a red barn. – I painted a barn red. – I saw a red barn. – I saw a barn red.

Children never make mistakes of this kind based on analogy which shows that they understand structure dependency at a very young age

BIRTH ORDER

Children’s birth order may affect their speech.

Firstborns often speak earlier than later-born children, most likely because they get more one-on-one attention from parents.

They favor different words than their siblings. 

Whereas firstborns gabble on about animals and favorite colors, the rest of the pack cut to the chase with “brother,” “sister,” “hate” and such treats as “candy,” “popsicles” and “donuts.” 

The social dynamics of siblings, it would appear, prime their vocabularies for a reality different than the firstborns’ idyllic world of sheep, owls, the green of the earth and the blue of the sky.

MOTHER'S LEVEL OF EDUCATION

Children may adopt vocabulary quite differently depending on their mother’s level of education.

In American English, among the words disproportionately favored by the children of mothers who have not completed secondary education are: “so,” “walker,” “gum,” “candy,” “each,” “could,” “wish,” “but,” “penny” and “be” (ordered starting with the highest frequency).

The words favored by the children of mothers in the “college and above” category are: “sheep,” “giraffe,” “cockadoodledoo,” “quack quack,” the babysitter’s name, “gentle,” “owl,” “zebra,” “play dough” and “mittens.” 

BOYS / GIRLS

One area of remarkable consistency across language groups is the degree to which the language of children is gendered.

The words more likely to be used by American girls than by boys are: “dress,” “vagina,” “tights,” “doll,” “necklace,” “pretty,” “underpants,” “purse,” “girl” and “sweater.”

Whereas those favored by boys are “penis,” “vroom,” “tractor,” “truck,” “hammer,” “bat,” “dump,” “firetruck,” “police” and “motorcycle.”

Tips for Writing Children's Dialogue (compiled from various sources cited below):

Milestones - The dialogue you write should be consistent with the child's developmental milestones for their age. Of course, other factors should be considered such as if the child has any speech or intellectual difficulties. Also note that developmental milestones are not set in stone and each child is unique in their own way.

Too "Cutesy" - If your child characters are going to be cute, they must be cute naturally through the force of their personality, not because the entire purpose of their existence is to be adorable.

Too Wise - It’s true kids have the benefit of seeing some situations a little more objectively than adults. But when they start calmly and unwittingly spouting all the answers, the results often seem more clichéd and convenient than impressive or ironic.

Unintelligent - Don’t confuse a child’s lack of experience with lack of intelligence. 

Baby Talk - Don’t make a habit of letting them misuse words. Children are more intelligent than most people think.

Unique Individuals - Adults often tend to lump all children into a single category: cute, small, loud, and occasionally annoying. Look beyond the stereotype.

Personal Goals - The single ingredient that transforms someone from a static character to a dynamic character is a goal. It can be easy to forget kids also have goals. Kids are arguably even more defined by their goals than are adults. Kids want something every waking minute. Their entire existence is wrapped up in wanting something and figuring out how to get it.

Don't Forget your Character IS a Child - Most of the pitfalls in how to write child characters have to do with making them too simplistic and childish. But don’t fall into the opposite trap either: don’t create child characters who are essentially adults in little bodies.

Your Personal Observation - To write dialogue that truly sounds like it could come from a child, start by being an attentive listener. Spend time around children and observe how they interact with their peers and adults. You can also study other pieces of media that show/write about children's behaviour (e.g., documentaries, films, TV shows, even other written works like novels and scripts).

Context - The context in which children speak is crucial to creating realistic dialogue. Consider their environment, who they're speaking to, and what's happening around them. Dialogue can change drastically depending on whether a child is talking to a friend, a parent, or a teacher. Additionally, children's language can be influenced by their cultural background, family dynamics, and personal experiences. Make sure the context informs the dialogue, lending credibility to your characters' voices.

Sources and other related articles: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Writing Notes: On Children ⚜ Childhood Bilingualism More: Writing Notes & References

[katapotato55]

yeah but when tumblr users don't behave it's actually fun. Yall earned the privilege to be degenerates. when twitter users don't behave, lives are ruined and society falls apart in a bad way. think of it like D&D we don't let the bard mess around because its a bard. if something can go wrong the bard of the party is sure to cause it to happen. but we let the little goblin mess around because the little goblin is fun and cute and their antics are actually funny. Also the bard gets offended really easily to make up for his subconscious addiction to moral validation lol

IMPORTANT PSA TO THOSE NEW TO TUMBLR OR REALLY ANYONE ON THIS SITE IN GENERAL:

IT IS OK TO REBLOG SPAM AND LIKE SOMEONE'S CONTENT ON THEIR BLOG NO ONE HERE IS GOING TO BE WEIRDED OUT, IN FACT IT IS ENCOURAGED THIS IDEA THAT SOCIALIZATION = BAD IS A TOXIC CAPITALISTIC TOOL DESIGNED BY HELLSITES LIKE TWITTER TO LEACH MONEY AND GOODWILL FROM YOUR BODY. I honest to god have no idea why "ratioing" on twitter is bad, like the act of engagement is considered a bad thing as if twitter were trying to encourage your toxic rage. oh wait that is exactly what twitter is doing. Twitter's entire business model is to encourage you to get outraged and to profit off of your rage induced engagement.

TUMBLR. DOES. NOT. HAVE. RATIOS. REBLOGGING IS A GOOD THING HERE. NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR THAT, AND HONESTLY MY MEMORY IS SO CRAP I FORGET Y'ALL RESPOND TO MY STUFF ANYWAYS.

All you need to do is change your profile pic and post something, and congratulations you now have a valid Tumblr citizenship. also to you twitter users: you can't cancel people on tumblr. this is a website full of eccentric weirdos. We are so far away from the mainstream that tumblr struggles to find advertisers for this site. At one point tumblr was very toxic, and the toxic tumblr people would eventually move to twitter during the porn ban. Twitter + the pandemic simply gave the toxic weirdos mainstream power to ruin people's lives. politely fuck off with your toxic crap, no one here is afraid to call you out on your obvious bullshit like on twitter. We don't have anything to hide here and even if we did your impact means NOTHING here. If you try to make tumblr toxic again then you will not be welcomed here by the community. Behave.

[loveinhawkins]

“Why are you wearing cologne?” Dustin asks after barely one second in the van.

“I’m not,” Eddie says, and promptly wants to die at how unconvincing that was. It’s not even technically a lie…

He makes it out of the school parking lot with Dustin saying jackshit, so for a little while, he thinks he’s gotten away with it.

More fool him.

Dustin abruptly lunges to the side, all up in his face like the world’s most dedicated sniffer dog.

“Ew, gross! Get off, man, I’m gonna crash,” Eddie says, even though they’ve been at a stop light for the past minute.

“Okay, correction,” Dustin says, drawing back. “Why are you wearing Steve’s cologne?”

Eddie stares into the middle distance, prays for The Upside Down to come and swallow him up.

An agonising silence.

“Oh my god,” Dustin whisper-screams. “Oh my god.”

“Look, just—”

“Oh my god!”

And yup, ow, that’s definitely become a full blown scream now, and double ow, Dustin has just socked him one in the arm.

“Hey!”

“What the fuck, Eddie?! How could you not—”

“Jesus! Take a damn chill pill, Henderson, I swear to—”

“Since when you do you say shit like—oh my God, Steve says shit like that. You can’t let him get to you like this, Eddie, you’re too young to die.”

“What does that even mean?”

Dustin keeps jiggling Eddie by the arm as he pulls up to Dustin’s house. Even when his stomach is jangling with nerves, he can’t fight a smile at the kid’s antics.

“Holy shit, this is big,” Dustin says with wide eyes, and it bothers Eddie that he can’t get a hold of what sort of expression is on his face. “This is huge.”

And all of a sudden, it doesn’t seem all that funny anymore.

“It’s not,” Eddie says quietly. “It’s really not. It doesn’t have to be, like… look, Dustin, can we just—if it bothers you, just drop it, and we can pretend like—”

“Wait, what? No.” And now Eddie can read the remorse on his face. “Shit, sorry. Eddie, I didn’t mean, like… big in a bad way, I swear.”

And goddamn it, Eddie trusts him. Of course he does.

“Okay.” He lets out a long sigh, tipping his head back in his seat. “Okay.”

“I just meant… like, you know The Royal Family? In England.”

…What.

“Oh, please, run with this analogy,” Eddie says, a mixture of curious and hysterical, “I’m dying to see where it goes.”

“You know, when they have news, they put it outside the… Palace? Like, on a stand. So people know.”

“Are you fucking implying that you are the public to our… wow, I’m so sorry, Henderson.” Eddie can’t take it anymore; he wheezes with laughter, can’t hide how relieved he sounds. “Next time I’ll ruin your front lawn and put a huge fucking sign there, then you’ll know that—”

“I didn’t mean it literally, asshole. I just…” Dustin shrugs. “Just meant if you wanted to, like… mention it. It would be cool. It is cool.”

“Cool,” Eddie echoes faintly.

“Cool,” Dustin repeats, emphatic.

Jesus Christ, I love you so much.

“Aw, Henderson,” Eddie says, “were you gonna make us a card or something?”

“Do you want a card?” Dustin says dryly.

And yeah, he’s being a little shit about it, but there’s also a note of sincerity hiding in there that has Eddie fighting a lump in his throat. He chuckles through it, flicks Dustin’s forehead.

“C’mon, get out before your mom thinks I’ve kidnapped you.”

“She thinks you’re an angel now, and you know it. It’s horrifying.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a Saint.”

Eddie waits until Dustin’s at his front door before reversing, watches him with silent fondness as he greets his cat.

He says through the side window, “Hey, Dustin?”

Dustin turns back. “Yeah?”

“We’d have told you first anyway. We were gonna, I swear.” Eddie scoffs. Smiles. “Not our fault you’re Sherlock Holmes, man.”

Dustin smirks, but his eyes are soft. “It was pretty elementary.”

[foone]

Has anyone ever noticed a fetish just... Vanishing? Not a personal one, one on the internet.

Like this is difficult to explain because I'm not even going to slightly hint at what fetish I mean, but I was in a community for a kink back in the 90s, and like all good kinks it had subkinks.

To explain by way of analogy, let's use the ISO standard kink: feet.

When you're in the Feet World Forums, there'd be separate forums and such for the assorted feet kinks. Like some people are into footjobs, some like barefeet, some like sandals, some like socks, some like tickling feet.

It'd be like if you came back 30 years later and there's a whole new set of people into the same things except the people who like socks are mysteriously missing.

Where did they go?

My theory is that the fetish wasn't as big as it seemed: there was probably one prolific author/artist/commissioner who was really into that subfetish, and they made it seem like it was a whole subcommunity just because of how much stuff was made by/for them. They've died or moved on in the meantime, so it seems like a whole fetish has disappeared.

Like if the wonderbread/deforestation guy ever kicks the bucket, the number of fetish images of white women shopping for baked goods will go WAY down (I could name a few more guys like him but I will not)

[qin-qin16]

We need more Classic in this household and I'll help you with that.

How about this, just Sans being himself, punny and funny skeleton in reader's house but then they suddenly ask him to let them see his soul and touch it.

Getting his permission and they do just that, bcuz they are just being curious about how soul works while making sure not to make Sans uncomfortable.

Just fluff and mild suggestive to satisfied reader's curiosity. I'm counting on you with your beautiful writing 🤭

cw.: Classic Sans x Reader, Alphys is mentioned, fluff, bam! Kabedon scene, they're both a blushing mess... 

note: I'm trying out a new type of writing, let's see how it goes. I'll make a part two of this! So let's say this is a prequel :D

In the past days, a recurring question haunted your thoughts from time to time: what would Sans's soul be like? Sure, in a way, you knew exactly what a monster's soul looked like; there were no mysteries! An upside-down heart with a pattern color.

Even though it was fascinating to imagine that monster souls might, though rarely, have a color other than white, it still remained an impossible theory — at least, that’s what Dr. Alphys told you when you pondered the differences between human and monster souls out loud.

You can still hear her stuttering in an endless loop, a never-ending monologue filled with technical terms and theories that she contradicted during the conversation (which you participated in only as a listener later). Unfortunately, you could barely remember half of the information she threw at you — if your memory serves you right, Alphys deliberately mixed the topic with some shoujo anime she was watching at the time. If that served as some kind of analogy, you don’t remember.

In any case, one of the few pieces of information Dr. Alphys shared that really stuck with you was that viewing someone else's soul is an extremely intimate act — on a level of interpersonal relationships that spans years or even decades, according to research conducted in the Underground.

Since then, you found yourself constantly watching Sans, following him around the rooms until he went to work or locked himself in his office — always using the same excuse of working from home, but you were beginning to suspect that he simply didn’t want to handle the paperwork outside the house. 

He seemed to take pleasure in vanishing every time you gathered the courage to ask the long-awaited question—only to open your eyes and realize you were speaking to yourself. But this time, Sans wasn’t going to escape.

You had devised the perfect plan, and the moment to put it into action had arrived.

"Well, my break’s over; looks like I’ll have to work to the bone now. Heh." Sans remarked nonchalantly, shrugging as he made his way to his infamous hideout, the office (which had originally been a recreational area until Sans had slyly taken it over with his stacks of paper and dirty socks).

Time to put the first part of your plan into action.

Before Sans could even touch the doorknob, you rushed toward him — almost losing your balance as you had to sidestep his favorite pet rock.

Bam! The door slams shut with the palm of your hand, startling both you and the skeleton, who was still facing away with one hand on the doorknob. Without hesitation, you press your other hand against the door as well, pinning both of them against the wooden surface and effectively trapping Sans.

“Nah-uh!” you counter, watching him turn around with one bony eyebrow raised, looking more intrigued than surprised by your stance. “I know your meeting schedule for today, and you don’t have any meetings right now!” Your triumphant smile doesn’t escape Sans’s notice.

He chuckles before turning fully toward you, leaning his weight against the door. “Heh, looks like someone’s been watching too many anime.” He gives you a lazy wink, glancing at your arms pressing against the wall, one on each side of his head.

Even though he was the one cornered against the door, it was you who felt your own face burning, probably flushed after receiving such a rare wink from your boyfriend. Despite your composure slipping slightly, your hands stayed firmly pressed against the wall as your eyes roamed over Sans’s face — from his relaxed smile to the bright dots in his eyes.

“N-N-No, it’s not that, it’s just that—um…” You hadn’t expected to be this nervous when you came up with the plan, especially under Sans’s attentive gaze. “I-I…” You stammer once more before letting your eyes drop to the floor, focusing intently on it.

“C-Can I… see your soul? Please?” You never thought your voice could come out so softly, almost like a whisper meant to go unheard, timid and gentle.

You didn’t want to repeat the question, but after receiving no response—not even a half-hearted laugh — for a while, you glanced back up at his face, hoping to see his bony eyebrows furrowed in confusion or a hint of hesitation in his signature smile.

But all you see is a skull bathed in blue, with Sans’s eye sockets looking more widened than usual (was that even possible in a skeletal structure like his? Apparently, yes). As if mirroring him, your own eyes widen in surprise at seeing such an unusual expression on his typically relaxed face.

“What?” Unlike you, Sans spoke in a loud whisper. It seemed your question had completely unsettled him..

You inch closer to him, careful with your approach — as if you didn’t want to startle him further with your “unusual” actions. One of your hands glides down the door until it gently presses against Sans’s ketchup-stained shirt. Without realizing it, your face is now only inches from his, nearly brushing against him in a touchless caress.

“I want to see your soul…” you repeat, a bit louder this time, but still gentle and tinged with shyness. “I can show you mine first, if you’d like…” you add, gazing intently at the fuzzy lights within his eye sockets.

For a moment, you close your eyes, trying to muster the courage you had before. When you open them again, Sans is no longer in front of you — vanished like every other time you tried to ask that same question to him.  All that’s left is the office door and the rapid thumping of your own heart.

Inevitably, you let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of defeat on your shoulders. You gently bump your head against the door, knowing that sooner or later, Sans would have to face you, and if he were a good boyfriend, he would answer your question with some decency.

This turned out worse than I thought, you think aloud as you step away from the door and return to the old sofa in your home — your solace after the failure of your meticulously planned (or at least, in your mind, meticulously planned) scheme.

[mychlapci]

Using a disposable dropper to fill tinyformers Prowl right between the legs with thick, warm custard

Hanging tinyformers Prowl out with the laundry by clipping his doorwings to the line with clothes pegs

Shaking tinyformers Prowl's little fishtank

Stuffing tinyformers Prowl into a lubed up onahole

Tying tinyformers Prowl with some hemp and taping the end to the centre of the ceiling fan so he can spin in place

Swaddling tinyformers Prowl with a polishing cloth

Pouring melted wax all over tinyformers Prowl

Massaging tinyformers Prowl with a cotton bud/qtip

Using tinyformers Prowl as a finger puppet

Taping tinyformers Prowl to the bells of an analog alarm clock

Pinching tinyformers Prowl with plastic tweezers

Crucifying tinyformers Prowl onto a noticeboard

Tinyformers Prowl trapped on the seaf of a vibrating recliner

Tinyformers Prowl yelping on a metal trolley every time the built up static discharges into him

Applying makeup all over tinyformers Prowl's face, doorwings, chest and modesty panel

Tinyformers Prowl being forced to wear cute dresses in a dollhouse

Tinyformers Prowl getting licked within the inch if his life by a cat

Stuffing a marble into tinyformers Prowl

I... have a problem (-🔌)

aeghhh you know the prowl toy i have is perfectly palm sized and now i keep looking at him and thinking about these Things i would do to him.

i love how half of this is silly torture and the other half is unbridled horny shining through. Just shows the variety of the fucked up shit you can do to a pocket sized Prowl. But it's okay, he likes it when his tiny little valve gets bullied by big thick fingers and qtips and pencils and marbles and pens and.

Puts him into a sock and swings him around.

[writergracethepanda]

Let's play the ask game :)

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

Describe your favorite pair of socks

Do you like smoothies?

What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

How do you like your eggs?

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?

What color dominates your closet?

Do you collect anything? If so, what?

What sounds or scents calm you down?

What’s your favorite kind of uquiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc)

Do you wear glasses or contacts?

What’s something about your best friend that you love?

Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?

What are some places where you feel most at home?

Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

What’s the last thing you ordered online?

What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed?

What’s your favorite Halloween costume from when you were a kid?

What kind of math are you best at?

What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!

Iced or hot drinks?

Which songs do you like to sing in the shower?

Are you a good driver?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Are there any that you want?

Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!

Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming?

Did you play with Legos as a kid? What was your favorite set?

Is your closet organized? If so, how?

What’s the last music video you watched?

If you could dye your hair any color, regardless of how you think it would look, what color would you choose?

Headphones or earbuds?

Can you read analog clocks?

Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid.

What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at?

Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about?

What was the best part of your day today?

What’s your favorite kind of tree?

What scent is your deodorant?

Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite?

Do you shower with the lights on or off?

What do you do with spare change?

Do you have good handwriting?

What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

Do you like to go on walks?

Do you have a favorite plate or bowl?

What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

[artist-issues]

multiple times you've used toys as an analogy for people's relationship to God... so what do you think of Toy Story?

It’s true! I have! Mostly because I couldn’t think of a better second analogy.

I love Toy Story. I think you’d have to be the kind of person who likes to walk through kitchen puddles wearing socks and pours milk in before the cereal not to love Toy Story.

I don’t think any of those theories where Andy is supposed to represent god, or whatever, are correct. I think very simply the Toy Story movies are about being selfless. Living your life and finding your purpose in how you can love others with your whole self.

In the first movie Woody loves Andy the way Oural loves Psyche in C. S. Lewis’ “Til We Have Faces:” he loves Andy, but what really matters to Woody is how much love and adoration Andy can show him. When Buzz threatens that, Woody shows his true colors. Then he realizes that real love is sacrifice, and that’s what a toy is; something made for the enjoyment of others. And in having to teach that to Buzz, when Buzz is disappointed in being a toy, makes Woody remember what his purpose really is; and it’s selfless love. Whether Andy wants him or not.

Then in the second movie that’s tested again; Andy really might not love Woody anymore, or even get any use out of him. And Woody is faced with an alternative; he could go through life being self-protective, instead of self-sacrificing. But then he realizes that’s no way to live; he’d rather be there, present, for Andy and all his toy friends, even if it’s just to watch and love them from a shelf. He’s holding fast to that in the third movie. The whole time. But then eventually it’s Andy, the person who loves Woody, who lets Woody go. And in that way, (even though it’s not quite a 1-to-1 analogy because he doesn’t know Woody is alive) Andy finally gives Woody back that unselfish love—here, go to someone who will play with you and need you. I don’t have to be your be-all-end-all anymore. And Woody goes back for his friends, as usual, and sticks with them even when he’s not the leader of the room anymore.

It’s an incredibly good movie series. Not Toy Story 4. But the rest of the series.

[strange-august]

Tag Yourself as Aesthetics I resonate with

Changelingcore: Broken insect wings, wildflower meadows, catching tadpoles, lingering mist after it rains, wet shoes from the damp grass, the feeling of moss under your hands, collection of strange trinkets and objects, taking your stuffed animals on adventures, doodling on your clothes, busy hands, wading knee deep into a lake, screaming into the air to ease frustration, organizing and reorganizing your treasures, bird calls, animal howls, digging in the mud, chewing on your lip until it bleeds, bruises and scrapes, the urge to live in the woods and never return to regular society, knotted hair, forest shrines, putting flower blossoms in your hair, flooded swampy areas, jumping from short cliffs

Suburban Gothic: Hot muggy air sticking to your skin, the buzz of florescent lights, flickering street lights, budget popsicles, late night drug store visits, muffled arguments, an old clock ticking, guady wallpaper, gossamer curtains, dusty cotton sheets, faded quilts, dog barkings, milkshakes in an empty diner, broken windows and graffiti, abandoned train tracks, 24/7 laundromats, rusty swingsets, shadowy silhouettes, semi-abandoned malls, sounds of far off traffic and train horns, driving around at night while soft music plays on the radio, tv static, junk yards and pick-n-pulls, holding hands with a stranger, urban legends, varsity jackets, broken glass on the road, crumbling buildings, local television channels

Cuddle Party: Excited giggles and hushed whispers, condensation on drinkware, running through an empty field hollering and whooping in the dead of night, sitting on the porch in rocking chairs, drunken "I love you"s, old cartoons, classic disney movies, five dollar pizza and breadsticks, singing out loud in the car, finding new places to explore, county fairs and arcade visits, eating fair food and screaming your lungs out on rides, trying to earn as many tickets at the arcade and still winning cheap prizes, being the last one to fall asleep, casually sleeping all together in the same bed, holding hands in crowds, if one of us isn't having a good time none of us are, wondering how long these days will last

Cryptid Academia: Listening to video essays while sketching cryptids, exploring abandoned buildings (legally and illegally), pocket knives, blackout curtains, newspaper clippings, viewing the night sky through a telescope, visiting natural history or science museums, old typewriters, info dumping conspiracy theories on friends, making plans to investigate that never come to fruition, tearing yet another hole into your clothes climbing over fences, shoddily patched up clothes, keychains and aluminum pins, novelty socks, analog watches, Buzzfeed Unsolved, cryptid podcasts, sprint training so you can outrun whatever is chasing you, rubiks cubes, sore fingers from mending, thrift shopping, essays only about cryptids

Desertwave: Billowing winds, sandstorms, wind chimes and suncatchers, succulents in handmade clay pots, aloe vera plants on the kitchen windowsill, the distant howl of a coyote, faded winnebagos, the soft hiss of patio misters, campsites and trailer parks, large rock formations covered in graffiti, picking up trash, the crackle of a bonfire, cacti and joshua trees in the backyard, never getting the sand completely out of your shoes, dusty clothes, laying in a hammock watching the stars, water balloon fights, hot springs, mexican ice cream bars, rocky desert mountains, plots of sand and plants that stretch on as far as the eye can see

[honeyrotting]

I made a list of character quirks to give my characters and then decided to share it. So here:

A LIST OF CHARACTER QUIRKS/TRAITS:

Knock yourselves out ig.

‌unknowingly uses childish language to refer to inanimate objects or animals, like Mr. Sun

‌always has gum in their mouth but never the packet

‌attack hugger

‌sleeptalker

‌sleepwalker

‌giggles at nude statues/paintings

‌always has an unusual lucky charm on their person

‌cannot drink coffee but eats coffee flavoured toffees all the time

‌makes random noises

‌has a habit of adding background noises and sound effects to normal conversations

‌bites their nails frequently

‌always wears odd socks

‌fluent in a dead language

‌tries learning new languages on a whim but always gives up

‌talks to their plants

‌has absolute shit spice tolerance

‌has a godly spice tolerance

‌has random facts that they tell others when they are bored/feel awkward

‌adjusts their glasses all the time

‌constantly licks their lips (they are always dry)

‌does a silly little dance when happy

‌quotes the books they read

‌gives names to their possessions and refers them as such

‌can't say no to someone

‌always makes sure to say good morning etc. to everyone

‌hides cash in different places on their person

‌insecure about their height

‌doesn't understand sarcasm

‌terrible driver but knows all the rules

‌sits cross legged on chairs and stools

‌verbally talks to themselves

‌has an unusually good sense of direction even in places they have never been to

‌has absolute shit sense of direction if not in places they frequent

‌chronic insomniac

‌chronic sleeper

‌zones out a lot

‌able to copy origami by just looking at the finished product

‌never has their hair down

‌doesn't like eating food made by others

‌takes hours to decide hairdo's because they constantly redo it

‌writes/draws on their skin

‌narrates their life to themselves/others constantly in 3rd person

‌always slouching

‌cannot sit right

‌cannot sit still/always fidgeting with whatever they get their hands on

‌gushes at any baby animal they see

‌will fight someone for a bagel/pizza slice/donut etc

‌speedwalks all the time

‌never remembers people's names

‌never remembers people's faces

‌gives ridiculous nicknames to everyone

‌has a 20-step skincare routine that they follow religiously

‌horrible at spelling, doesn't care

‌horrible at spelling, insecure about it

‌cuts their own hair

‌amazing chiropractor

‌can draw a perfect circle free handedly

‌cheats in any and every game

‌is a god at board games

‌wins card games by remembering individual cards (they don't know the rules)

‌keeps blackmail material on everyone

‌always has bandaids on themselves because of cuts and scratches they don't know where they got

‌addicted to buying stationery but never uses them

‌flinches at loud sounds

‌makes up words

‌yells at TV and books

‌a god at bottle flip

‌knows how to spin pens

‌always wears a certain hair accessory

‌always sits on the floor

‌horrible liar but lies all the time

‌can carry 12 different things in one hand

‌carries a pocket dictionary everywhere

‌doesn't know how to whistle

‌whistles all the time

‌sews extra pockets on their clothes

‌always carries a pen around

‌owns way too many keychains but not enough keys

‌always has a few toffees in their pocket

‌unwilling to try new foods

‌wears whatever clothes are closest to them every morning (looks godawful everytime, doesn't care)

‌writes a lot of random things they found funny on sticky notes or notebooks, but never remembers the context

‌keeps a journal that is unreadable at this point

‌likes bread (just bread with nothing else on it)

‌writes on walls

‌has only one sock of each pair they have (they don't know where the other went)

‌hungry 24/7

‌thinks food of the same colour taste good together

‌first reaction is to lick it

‌makes friendship bracelets for everyone

‌cannot read analog clocks

‌has trouble understanding 24 hour clocks

‌hums songs all the time

‌doodles everywhere

‌has 5 shirts of the same design but different colour

‌all their clothes is 1 colour

‌obsessed with a number

‌sings when drunk

‌always has to go to the washroom in the middle of the night

‌chews on hair

‌wears a dozen hairclips

‌sleeps with their favorite blanket even in the summer

‌doesn't like pizza

‌always crushes the toffee in their mouth the moment they put it in

‌always barefoot if they can help it

‌keeps a comb on their person

‌always ends up rolling their sleeves up whenever they wear long sleeves

‌wears gloves all the time

‌puts on in order: sock->shoe->sock->shoe

‌has a CD/DVD collection

‌owns a couple hundred books

‌owns a couple dozen fridge magnets

‌keeps 20 pens in their pencase

‌can eat a whole lemon

‌always has a headache

‌puts on shoes without untying laces

‌their clothes are never ironed

‌has a fear of mushrooms

‌knows how to do various types of card shuffles

‌has a list of places they want to visit

‌owns a dozen different wristwatches

‌dyes their hair every other month

owns a bed, sleeps in the bathtub every night

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Don't know if this will help anyone but just putting it out there.

I'll post another list if I come up with more.

[meowzfordayz]

what makes the weight worth it; writing for a single feeling

Author’s Note: to every writer (and reader) out there; thank you for all that you are, for all that you do, and for how much light and life you bring to the not-so-simple act of existing. 💞 (if you've ever wondered what writers often go through emotionally—especially in today's culture of consumerism and "content"—then read this)

what makes the weight worth it; writing for a single feeling

Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: none

~faqs~

“You’re frowning again,” Giyuu murmurs, cool hands resting themselves on your hunched shoulders as he stands behind you.

“And?” you mutter, swivel chair creaking when you lean back into his touch, “It’s called a resting bitch face.”

Cracking a faint smile, he kneads at the tension in your muscles, “And your tea’s half finished,” pecking the top of your head while tacking on, “I’m quite familiar with your resting bitch face, and it’s distinct from your frowning face.”

“Shouldn’t you be more concerned if I ever do finish my tea?” you chuckle lightly, nose scrunching as you let out a long sigh, your desk feeling more and more foreboding as its clutter stretches out before you, “I’m just tired.”

“Tired of?” he prods gently, glancing at your browser to make sure he’s safe to reach over you and carefully close your laptop’s screen, “It’s only 11pm.”

“It’s stupid,” you mumble, feet cold as you spin yourself around, Giyuu’s lazy ponytail and concerned gaze a sight for sore eyes, “Let’s get in bed, m’kay?” waggling your eyebrows, “I forgot to wear socks.”

He grimaces at that, well acquainted with your gleeful usage of his thighs for warming your toes (and his poor stomach for warming your icicles fingers), but doesn’t protest, wordlessly slinging an arm around your waist. Your head flops onto his collarbone, pausing for a quiet moment of hazy dew and newly blossomed bluebells — familiar scents drifting from his freshly showered skin to your thoroughly worn, cotton sweatshirt.

—

Giyuu knows something’s up when you willingly brush your teeth, even allowing him to hand you a tiny cup of mouthwash, afterwards leading the way to bed, your tired face shining with night cream as you crawl under the blankets, promptly tucking the sheets beneath your chin while you fix a cute smile on him.

“Thanks for turning off the light,” you chime, giggling at his deadpan stare, quickly replaced by his silhouette, stark and limber as darkness and moonlight fills the room, decisive footsteps padding toward the bedframe.

You scoot over when he reaches the mattress, rolling into him as soon as he’s horizontal, eagerly cramming your toes into the crooks of his knees, grinning at his groan of resignation as he stiffens from the temperature difference. 

“So,” Giyuu begins through gritted teeth, breathing shallowly (helplessly wishing you had better blood circulation), “What had you frowning?”

Your lips purse, exhaustion muddling your thoughts as you slowly process his question, fingertips like tiny pricks of ice as you tap them across his chest, goosebumps raising along his forearms even as he allows you to snuggle closer.

“I know I should be creative for the sake of being creative, for myself… but it’s hard when creativity also feels like something that exists for the sake of being shared. What is art in a vacuum? What’s the point of talking without anyone listening?”

He hums into your hair, finally relaxing as your limbs and his establish an equilibrium of warmth, catching your wrist and pressing a grounding kiss to your veins.

“It’s not that I feel uninspired, or that I don’t want to be creative, or that I’m burnt out from being creative… I’m just, wearing down from lack of use,” nose scrunching at your own analogy, “Not that I want to be used either,” rambling now, “But sometimes I feel like I’m offering samples of my heart at a grocery store, and everyone’s simply walking by. Nobody owes me a try, and hey, maybe you’re allergic to an ingredient, or ate lunch recently… I don’t know. I guess just, what’s the point in going to a restaurant if you only order a glass of water?” 

A hollow silence passes as Giyuu waits to ensure you’re finished, his pulse steady and loud, throat constricting with a strange thickness. You exhale shakily, eyes glistening and bright as you peek up at him, the sharpness of his jaw made fuzzy by the weight of the night.

“I would hoard all of your samples,” he says roughly, voice scratchy with sleep, “Even if I was allergic to them, even if I was already stuffed.”

You snort, lungs expanding with emotion as you drawl, “You’re sooo romantic,” blinking confusedly when he places a delicate finger to your mouth, shushing you.

“Someone cares about your creativity, someone needs your creations,” he continues firmly, “Please keep creating them. I’m here, I can always be that someone, and I… I would like to help teach you that you can be that someone too. You can create for yourself, and listen to yourself, and cherish yourself. I know that isn’t really the problem, but… did I just make everything worse?”

Your expression contorts at Giyuu’s hesitation, endearment bursting in your ears as you make a fond, strangled noise, clinging somehow tighter to him, managing to squeeze a contented, surprised squeak from his drowsy body.

“I don’t think everything’s better,” you admit, “But thank you for loving me and my creative woes.”

“Of course,” he replies, cheeks noticeably pink despite the midnight hour, “And thank you for trusting me with your feelings.”

“No more, ‘kay?” you yawn into his armpit, “Dream time.”

“‘Kay,” Giyuu agrees, yawning in return, his whisper barely audible as unconsciousness looms on the edge of your blurring vision, “I hope I dream of you.”

[haroldherald]

media i hc harold likes

most of them are stuff i like/liked when i was younger 🦔

garfield (he probably has the infamous landline phone and wears garf on his socks and shit)

wallace and gromit

fnaf (his favourite is either baby or mangle)

junji ito (it scares him shitless but he's so interested in it he can't stay away)

analog horror

putting these 2 together because EVERYONE uses them but lego ninjago and minecraft

probably also the lego batman movie and the regular lego movies

weird obscure events in history like the emu war

this one is last because i never know if it actually works or if i just like to think it but MAYBE sanrio???

[heeseongism]

Ok I'm gonna need more enha dick analysis from u

Shits too funny

Heeseung has been WRECKING me lately can we get one of him please?? I feel like he would rock our socks off fr

omg im so glad you've enjoyed them bby!! jakes, jay and hoons can be found here 🤍

first things first, lets start by stating the obvious

heeseung has the most BIGGEST THICKEST FATTEST LONGEST MOST SCRUMPTIOUS DINO DICK IN THE ENTIRE INDUSTRY IF YOU THINK OTHERWISE YOUR OPINION IS INVALID IDC 😙

even when this dude is soft it look like theres a whole ass baseball bat in there so for the sake of my mental sanity im not gonna imagine how big he gets when hes hard

NOW LOOK AT THOSE PICS AND TELL ME THAT HE COULDN'T DRILL A WHOLE ASS FUCKING TRENCH IN YOUR WOMB WITH THAT THING

i internally debate with myself on whether hes hes got one of those pornhub dom daddy dicks or a subby petite camboy cock,,, i blame his ridiculous duality and his VERY OBVIOUS SWITCH BEHAVIOR but some of you guys arent ready for that convo

like hes either VEINY AF with one of those cocks that literally droop bcs of how heavy they are OR hes got one of those zucchini like dicks I SWEAR I MEAN IT IN A GOOD WAY 💀 ik you guys are probably sick of my analogies ever since i said jake has an inverted ice cream cone cock BUT LISTEN TO ME by zucchini i mean that his cock is smooth and thick but also he has a pretty big tip just google what a zucchini is and you'll understand what i mean 🧍‍♀️ LIKE????????

anyways I think his balls would look rlly cute too- pink and petite yk AND THEYRE CIRCULAR DO NOT TELL ME THEYRE SAGGY I SEE SM PPL SAYING HE HAS SAGGY OLD MAN BALLS NO HE DOES NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP 💔

now heeseung is actually pretty tanned and has a gorgeous amount of melanin but those stupid white washing filters hide it from us ‼ and so i feel like hes the same as jay and has a pretty tanned cock BUT heeseung seems like his tip goes more on the pink side than the red side

in conclusion: heeseung has a big ass fucking dick and its a mfing crime that hes not throwing me on his bed, whipping out his cock, and re-arranging my intestines to the point where i can't even remember what my own name is and the only thing i can think or do is moan his name ALL BEFORE dragging me down the stairs, bending me over the kitchen table and fucking me again from behind whilst putting me in a chokehold with his bulging biceps and pulling me head back by my hair and spitting in my mouth.

im filing a lawsuit.

[bettsfic]

hi beth! i've got a fic that i've been struggling with for some time, and i think i could feasibly it scrap for parts and come out with a few smaller and (more likely to be finished) oneshots. i loved your advice that nothing is wasted when writing and not to be precious about ideas/words, so do you have any advice on whether it's the right idea to scrap a fic, and if so, how to do it?

i think if you're considering scrapping a fic for parts, it's worth it to try, just to see if you like the result better than what you already have. you really have nothing to lose, you know? either you'll get some good one-shots out of it or you'll get some new insight into the form you've already chosen.

one of the hardest skills to develop in writing is being able to feel and acknowledge when a story is working and when it's not. it's so amorphous and clouded by either doubt or enthusiasm, and you never know for sure until you get to the end.

going back to my knitting analogy, it's the point at which you realize the sweater you're knitting is not going to fit its recipient. so do you undo the whole thing and start over? use the yarn for socks to give to multiple people? or do you find someone slightly smaller to give it to, knowing you'll be a little disappointed in yourself for not doing what you set out to do?

i think the activity i'm about to lay out is good to do not just in this situation but also any time you feel very lost about a big project that you've been working on for a while. i've done it many times and i hope it helps you as much as it has me.

step one: go through the piece and highlight all the parts you like. this can be anything from entire chapters to maybe just a single sentence. these are parts that make you go "yeah this is working" or that you're particularly proud of. your darlings, if you will.

optional: in a different color, you can do this also for the parts you really don't like, that you'd be embarrassed to show someone else. what's left un-highlighted is what you feel neutral about.

step two: either zoom very far out on the document or do a multi-page view, however you can to see as much of the work as possible at once. notice the ratio of highlighted to un-highlighted text.

step three: brainstorm. i have to do this part with pen and paper, but however you get your big-picture ideas down is fine. at this point you haven't made any major decisions yet. it's just an experiment. IF you were to scrap a story for parts, what would it look like? and so you can start writing down your one-shot ideas.

at this point, you should have a better idea about how you want to proceed. maybe the highlighting activity brought to light the fact that there are really only a few spots you don't like and maybe you can rewrite or cut those; or maybe you have an idea for some restructuring. or you really like the one-shot ideas you've written and want to start the first one.

it's important to remember that there's really no loss here. you can write the one-shots, post them, and then come back to the longer version of the fic maybe years later and finish it. it's fanfiction; your audience will not complain about overlapping parts of stories. they'll just be happy to have more to read.

so if you've decided to play around with the one-shots, here's how i've done it in the past.

step four: open a new document. i call this document the stitch draft. the stitch draft is used for situations like this, but also for major structural edits. you need a bridge between the old draft and the new one. the sole purpose of this draft is to copy and paste over the parts you've already written that you want to keep for your first one-shot, in roughly the order you want them in.

step five: open another new document. put it side by side with the stitch draft. start writing the one-shot by bringing in the work from the stitch draft while also writing the connective tissue of the new context of the story. this may involve editing the stitch draft elements at the same time to make them relevant to your new story.

the stitch draft method has never really steered me wrong. in fact when you're very stuck i think highlighting and moving stuff to a new document is a way to help inspire new ideas, simply because you're fiddling with the text and getting out of your own head about it.

[chryblossomjjk]

bts fic recommendations | 03.07.23

→ hi friends! this is a little segment i do every tuesday (reviewsday get it, aren’t i funny, pls tell me how funny i am) where i read and review two-three fics. as a content creator, i know how big of a role other creators play in your growth, therefore, i want to do my part in making sure everyone gets the recognition they deserve! so with that being said, please check out the amazing fics listed below. make sure to like, reblog, and leave feedback! ♡ #reviewsday #kikirecs

stardust - @euphoricfilter (jjk x reader | fluff, smut, f2l)

summary:  if jungkook would have known an unintentional orgasm would have led to this, then he would have begged you to work out with him sooner.

naur bby when i tell you i loved this from the first paragraph...

"If every living being’s foundation is made of stardust, scattered when born, then Jungkook thinks the two of you were made from the same star."

and the way you continued the analogy throughout was pure literature gold (or should i say diamond teehee). its stuff like this that i read and im like damn, the moots are really out here posting fics that could easily be published best sellers for fucking free!! how lucky are we!!!

OOF AND THE PILLOW PRINCESS COMMENT HAD ME LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM BLUSHING BC HOW DOES HE KNOW ME LIKE THAT I FELT CALLED OUT LMAO

and the whole workout scene hits even better after his workout live like i legit was able to visual everything... and sex in the mirror will never not be top tier :')

i love this jungkook dearly. this is how i imagine irl jk yk? just that hopeless romantic vibe, feeling that he has someone on this earth that is meant for him and he's meant for them. thats encapsulated so beautifully in this fic. such beautiful writing, thank you for blessing us with this fucking masterpiece!!

knee high socks - @minniesvenus (jjk x reader | smut, college au)

summary: after being obsessed with you and your knee high socks for forever, jungkook can't believe that you finally notice him.

okay so do you ever just hear a song or smell a smell that feels so incredibly nostalgic and fills your head with dreamy thoughts and stars and stuff... that's exactly how i felt while reading this! like i just kept thinking of the arctic monkeys song and the way you characterized jungkook's crush is just so authentic. its just that pure school crush feeling where you anticpate seeing this person and the more time you see them you pick up on little things and it makes you fall even deeper oof. there's just something so fimilair about the way you wrote this and it's probably one of the most realistic depictions i've seen of the natural progression of a crush like uGH THE FUCKING TALENT !!!

and it makes you root for him so much like i was internally cheering for him when she asked him to sit next to him. it was so fucking wholesome and sweet i screamed

and then shit got unwholesome real quick whew

her giving him praise actually made me so happy though! like you definitely inspired me to write more of that bc its so refreshing and cute!! and the smut was saur naughty but so sweet bc she was just guiding him through the motions and once again it just felt so natural which is no easy feet!! like you really hit the nail on the head with this one and it will be added to my comfort fic list asap!! so so so lovely!!

in the seom: love for dummies - @thvhoe (jjk x reader | smut, fluff, angst, fwb, college au, camping au)

summary: always the friend, never the girlfriend. jeon jungkook doesn't date. at least that's what he thought until he met you, a chemistry student who seemed to have it all—except for love. meeting at a mutual friends frat party, you hit it off right away. however, due to both of your stubbornness, it has never progressed beyond being friends with benefits. the annual camping trip with your friend group was supposed to be the turning point in your relationship with jungkook. but what happens when your best friend of 18 years unexpectedly comes back from busan and confesses to you, further complicating matters?

OoF WHAT A FUCKING OPENING SCENE LMAO!! i was horny from fucking JUMP!!! and kook juggling between pet names and not knowing what to call her made me giggle but always made me extremely soft like aw :') &lt;3

and y/n really whipped that fuckboy into shape we love to see it!! he better buy gifts n work for the coochie!!! >:(

"Pookie🩶: Can't sleep. Send me a pic of your boobies?"

this had me cackling bc this behavior is saur... annoyingly endearing like he legit is a big baby and i love him lmao even though unholy he is extremely cute.

^y/n and i both having immaculate taste and listening to ditto

and i am so thankful things turned out well for this pairing. i felt so sad for him like ugh the protectiveness and worry over her. he was generally just so wholesome throughout this entire fic. def a fav protrayal of jungkook. thank you so much for sharing this beautiful peice with us my love!