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billyhargrovesupsidedownshadow · 2 years

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Okay, I'm making a longer rant (because if there's one thing that triggers my barking response it is fucking language) about how people who have never learned any language shouldn't be allowed to do it because @sepulchrally-handsome enabled me into this

Or How Stranger Things Fucked Up One More Thing

There are three specific I would like to talk about: Robin And The Evil Russians In American Mall, Hopper In Russian Prison, and El Can't Speak Properly

1. Robin And The Evil Russians In American Mall

So okay, you have a tape record of a code in a language you don't know even the alphabet to. First of all, you are so lucky that the sender was speaking this clearly with a good pronunciation and voice, and so fucking slow, and using full words instead of short versions and everything. You are also lucky as hell the recording is that clear and that your player is this good

So Robin hears this tape and manages to write it down using English transcriptions of Russian letters, then reverse them back into Russian letters to find them in the dictionary and translate them into English. She can do that because she know English (native), Spanish, Italian and French, according to the show

A. She know three languages from the same family and a language that is basically an ugly bastard child in its own family. Russian is from a completely different subfamily of Indo-European language family. It has completely different lexicon and grammar system (which is relevant), so none of this knowledge would've helped her, really, only maybe very vaguely to understand that different languages work differently. Learning three fairly closely related languages doesn't exactly show that you can pick up a language easily, it shows that you understood the system of this family, that's it (I know, I learned Dutch after German)

B. She could've figured out the consonants in Russian, but not the vowels. Russian, unlike a lot of Indo-European languages, has an extremely lazy pronunciation system. Unless the vowel is stressed, is in the syllable right before the stressed one, or is in the beginning of a word, it becomes just a sound. It's a sound all vowels become if they are in any other position than I mentioned before. They all become the same. You actually can't tell what letter it is, because in the writing they are all different, but they sound the same

Like молоко - milk - is pronounced roughly like [m'lak`o] which can be spelled малако, мелако, мылако (technically also мулако but there's a small difference) x actually using о as the second vowel. If you don't know the language, it's very hard to figure out which letter to use, which would be crucial in their situation, since they wouldn't be able to find a wrongly spelled letter in the dictionary

C. Russian has something English doesn't, that being inflection. This means the words have endings that change depending on the form it needs to be (like have/has, but basically all the words change). In dictionaries the words are give in their initial form (infinitive for verbs, singular male for all the other words). Without actually knowing how to decline words, you won't be able to figure out their initial form, even if you have a little grammar handbook in the beginning of the dictionary. You need to know the gender of a noun, and you can't always tell by just looking at it. Also, their dictionary is very small, so...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

All of this wouldn't have been an issues if they said she knew Ukrainian or Belarusian. The spelling is different, the pronunciation is different, the grammar is also different, but I still would've been like ehhh she probably could figure it out, she at least knew the alphabet and a lot of roots are the same. Hell, even if she said Polish or something, I would have found it so insane

2. Hopper In Russian Prison

I was willing the guy from Alaska slide (despite the fact that his language was kind of too complex, it's alright, maybe he reads a lot and talks to people who talk in such language a lot), but Dmitri? No

At first I was like hmm how likely it was to find a person who spoke English at all working as a prison guard in Kamchatka in what, 87? But then I figured out that it was actually possible, a lot of schools taught English and not German by then, and because of how USSR worked, there was always a chance to get a good language teacher pretty much anywhere

Okay, so there was a chance that people around Hopper knew some English. They could've been able to establish communication. But do people who don't know any foreign languages actually understand how much it takes to talk well? That it takes even more to understand someone? There's just straight up no way in hell Dimitri would've been able to talk the way he did. He actually uses complex constructions, words and even phraseology that he couldn't have picked up from Hop

You can not actually have a good command of a language without practicing it, reading and writing and talking and listening in it. Language goes away very fast. There was actually no reason for him to practice since school, so his language would've been very basic. To pick up complex phraseology you need to consume content in this language, and that was very much not a thing in USSR

He could've talked to Hop but just a bit better than the way Hop is shown talking in Russian actually, maybe with a few more words. Plus the accent dodjjd like no, he talks way too clearly for most people from general Russian population

AND does anyone even comprehend how hard synchronised translation is? It's impossible to do without prep, and that's what Dmitri was supposed to be doing when Hopper was telling his story to the guys that were supposed to fight the monster. It's freaking impossible, I know, I was trained to do it djdnjd

3. El Can't Speak Properly

This one is actually the one I'm the least sure about, since I'm not actually a specialist in this field, and my friend I discussed this with is just a pediatrician so she has some idea, but just enough to send someone to a specialist if she sees something wrong. Plus this can totally be explained as an individual thing for El and I actually would be totally fine with it, so it's kind of less annoying for me than the first two, but still

Okay, we have s1 El. She can't talk very well. Fine, it's her character, plus if we take that her powers are kind of like controlled epilepsy, then who know what kind of damage she gets and what triggers what, epilepsy is very unclear. It's still kind of weird how she doesn't use pronouns even in situations when she clearly needs them since English is her only language and English needs its pronouns, but okay, maybe she was that isolated

And then season 4 rolls out

And I go))) they just made all of it lose any sense

She is shown to have had fairly free communication with the staff, with other kids, all the other kids speak like normal kids. Henry and Brenner and the guards and the medical personnel are all shown to speak to her like normal. She's around 8 when the whole debacle happens. By then, her language and understanding of her vs the world had to have been developed enough for not to be able regress into actually not knowing pronouns, it's what kids at two learn to do when they are starting to separate themselves form the world, it's a very basic thing. Losing her vocabulary? Okay, but she would've snapped back when they got her out pretty quickly. However the show insists that she still has some trouble with her words , in the present for the show time

There's a chance that it's the consequences of her being the only experiment for a couple of year and them overworking her brain, plus using a lot of power for opening and closing the portals and stuff, or her just having individual language development issues, I'm even ready to take it that she spoke better in the flashbacks because she was projecting her teen self there, but it's never actually stated, so we can't know for sure

Still her understanding probably should've been better I think

I have a master's degree (with honours btw 😘) in this shit, so I'm almost qualified enough to speak about language here, plus due to personal reason I'm intimately familiar with the language situation in USSR. I'm not that good at child development, but these are things that my pediatrician friend and I agreed on

#stranger things #like a really long one<3 #that's definitely a post

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inkskinned · 11 months

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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

#warm up #this isn't good #writeblr #this is complicated by the fact i can't stand up too long or i fuckken pass out and <3 hit my damn head <3 #but i did take a deep breath and buy myself the stupid rice cooker #and!!! a very cheap sushi kit!!! i have been wanting to try making sushi for literally YEARS #the kit was only like 15 dollars!!!! and i haven't purchased it bc?!!??!?!?!?!!?#..... i didn't get the mixer tho that felt. like a lot. like too much.#on my list is a kitchenaid. one day when i get a check and i have paid off my student debt #and medical debt #i will put that first little bit of cash #into a kitchenaid 5qt stand mixer (with attachments)#i really do just go into their refurbished section and stare lustily at each option #but yeah i feel guilty about the rice cooker even tho i know for a fact this damn thing is gonna be a lifesaver #oh shit also fuck i forgot to mention . poached eggs

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puppyeared · 2 months

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basement guys

#hehehee ive been meaning to draw them lol #i have a bunch of comic ideas i wanna get around to but theyre gonna take a while orz #first one is based on a headcanon abt links humming coined by arystocat.. idk i had a really vivid interaction thinking abt it #the other one is longer but basically connecting the zonai are descendants of gods rumor with some zelda canon abt how #hylians have long ears to hear messages frm the gods.. rauru is really hard to draw though so i keep redoing it ugh #im also practicing how to properly draw faces and i think i like how these came out...!!!#i really suck at gettingthe 3/4 face angles right so rn i consider this a win #my art #myart #doodles #loz #legend of zelda #totk #tears of the kingdom #zelda #link #ganondorf #tloz #ok now i sleep

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coffeecatcraze · 4 months

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The fact that Vaggie knew it was a HORRIBLE idea for her to go to Heaven because there were so many things that could go wrong and so many bad memories there, but her girlfriend needed her and she couldn't say no to her cute face; the fact that the headstrong, optimistic, determined, powerful Princess of Hell knew she couldn't handle taking this huge step alone and the only one person she could imagine being by her side in that critical moment was Vaggie.

The fact that even when she felt so hurt, heartbroken, and betrayed and tried for a second to deny it, Charlie never stopped loving Vaggie, still referred to her as her girlfriend, and had full faith that she was completely succeeding in her task (getting detailed sensitive information from a weapons-dealing Overlord) while Charlie herself was struggling and failing with her own.

The fact that even with Charlie so upset that she intentionally threw a painful commentbat her (a comment with a subtle double meaning, though Charlie herself was definitely NOT thinking clearly enough to realize that implication and only meant to make a jab at the secret-keeping), Vaggie still wanted so desperately to protect Charlie out of love that she regrew angelic wings despite having been in Hell for years.

The fact that one gesture from Charlie told Vaggie everything she wanted to say to her, and that mutual understanding was so complete that she didn't hesitate to run to her knowing she would be accepted because her girlfriend still loved her and forgave her.

The support, love, and intimate understanding these two share even when things are hard and painful is so beautiful. They've been together for years; they've been through so much; and it's wonderful to have that respected and portrayed canonically instead of dipping into that easy, fan-craved trope of dramatically heavy relationship angst. I'm glad they left that angst itch to be scratched by fanworks instead, because these ladies aren't that type.

They are powerful; they are determined; they balance and complete each other; and most importantly, they are so head-over-heels and experienced in their love for each other that it took one day for Charlie to deeply consider everything and fully reconcile with Vaggie, who never doubted her even for a second. Their relationship isn't just established; it's stable, and I love to see that for a wlw couple. <3

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #vaggie #charlie morningstar #i usually caption my gifs but i am Tired and wanted to post chaggie appreciation on valentine's day #so have this before i fall asleep! <3 #not all queer couples need long dramatic relationship angst arcs!#we need more queer ships like this <3 #and don't get me wrong i love a good angst fic!#there are some really good post-s1e6 canon divergent ones on ao3!!!#but honestly this is their canon dynamic and i love that the show stayed true <3

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wilteddreamsofbaldursgate · 3 months

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Overindulgent father Astarion who tells his children they’re allergic to any kind of jewellery that isn’t made of the highest grade Dwarven crafted gold.

It’s not even because Astarion might have a certain aversion to silver, no, he just raises his children to have standards, thank you very much.

And it doesn’t end with shiny things, oh no…

The Ancunín brood is known to be dressed in perfectly woven cotton, silk and soft leather clothes, no matter the occasion.

They’re seen playing with expensive toys, reading artfully illustrated books that certainly belong behind thick glass, not in children’s sticky hands.

There’s even talk that one of the children is not as naturally inclined to music as his parents claim him to be, surely his lyre must be enchanted—the instrument certainly looks extravagant enough!

And then there’s always this air of effortless haughtiness surrounding the Ancunín children whenever their nannies and servants are parading them through town as if they were perfect little dolls; objects to show off the wealth their parents acquired in quite the mysterious ways.

So, it’s no secret that Astarion and Tav are pampering their children��some might say they’re even spoiling them rotten.

And maybe they are, especially Astarion.

But he doesn’t see why he should raise them any other way, nor does he want to.

When it comes to his children, Astarion has his own standards, and as long as Tav agrees with him nothing really matters.

Because, these people, they don’t know anything about the Ancuníns.

They don’t know that it’s not unusual for Astarion to wash out dirt and mud and strawberry stains from comically small finery, leaving behind only the memories of a day spent playing in the garden, chasing after ducks, picking flowers, lazing in the sun…

That any holes and tears the children’s clothes might suffer are quickly mended, making them look as good as new in no time.

Nor do they know that Astarion doesn’t mind fashioning a brand new dress to match that of a favourite doll, either. Or to embroider a pretty vest with the likeness of that stray cat the children seem to adore, although their father would rather they don’t touch the mangy animal.

No, those people know nothing at all...

“Not tired!” Astarion’s youngest cries; the vehement denial of her father’s earlier accusation is cut short by a telltale yawn.

The room still smells of fragrant lavender oil and peaches even when the bath water has already grown tepid, just one or two degrees above what Astarion would consider too cold to be enjoyable.

Amused, he raises an eyebrow at the protesting toddler before he lifts her out of the copper bathtub with little effort.

By now, he knows every step of this game.

“Tut-tut, my dear child, what did mama and I say?” Astarion kneels, quickly wrapping a soft towel around the child to keep her warm. “We only tell lies outside of this house.”

Unfazed by her father’s gentle scolding, the girl crosses her arms that haven’t yet lost their puppy fat across her chest, reminding Astarion a little too much of a very displeased Tav.

Suppressing a sigh, he leans back to consider the pouting child, wondering what could possibly be upsetting her this time—the list is growing longer by the day, after all.

“What’s the matter, dear?” Astarion asks gently, hoping it’s something easily fixable as it’s growing rather late.

“Want apple!”

Decades ago, Astarion might’ve rolled his eyes—he knows exactly which stupid apple the child wants, it’s been haunting him all day—but once he started to treat his children’s problems as if they were his own, his life has grown somewhat easier.

“Why, let’s get an apple on our way to bed, then. Would that be alright, Your Highness?”

The girl promptly nods her head, allowing Astarion to pat her hair dry before dressing her in a clean night dress.

She rests her cheek against her father’s shoulder as he carries her first to the kitchen to grab a fragrant apple and a knife, then to her bedroom where they settle on the cosy window seat, just like they do every night.

Soft moonlight is pouring through the windows; the child giggles at the way the knife’s blade is catching the silver light as Astarion peels and cuts the apple into even pieces.

“Here you go,” he finally says, giving the slice of apple one last examining look before surrendering it to the impatient little hands reaching for it. “A sweet treat for my little sweet. Doesn’t it taste so much better when we don’t eat it off the floor, darling?” And when it’s not crawling with ants…

The appeased toddler nibbles at the juicy fruit as Astarion carefully combs through her still-damp curls.

Her hair’s getting long, he notices, knowing that taking care of it will become more time-consuming each day.

Once, Astarion would’ve thought this task tedious, brushing out hair that’s not his own, oiling and braiding it for no other reason than knowing his children enjoy him doing it.

But that’s why he loves doing it in the first place, he supposes.

Astarion can tell by his toddler’s heartbeat that sleep is about to claim her.

The half-eaten slice of apple is still clutched in her little fist as he cradles the child to his chest, slowly rising from the window seat to put her to bed.

He’s just about to lay the child down that the fruit drops to the floor, his daughter’s tiny hand clutching at his shirt instead.

“Thank you, papa,” she mumbles, more asleep than awake.

Astarion pauses.

He breathes in the clean, yet unique scent of the little girl that is forever engraved in his brain, the same way he knows under which exact constellation she was born. When she took her first steps, what her first word was. Soon, he will have to memorise her favourite colour, and what she likes to eat when dirty apples won’t be that appealing anymore.

By now, Astarion knows this game by heart, knows that with every year that passes, he has something new to learn about his children.

And sometimes he wonders what it’s like to grow up with clean bed sheets and full bellies. Sleep filled with naught but warmth and happy memories. Ever open doors and tears that are dried by tender kisses. Living in a house where mistakes and anger are welcomed, safe.

He wonders what it’s like for his children to know that their father’s love comes without conditions. Not now and not ever.

Sitting down on the bed, Astarion holds his youngest a little closer to his chest, unwilling to let go of her, yet.

He’s often accused of spoiling his children when most people can only just grasp the very surface of his love for them, the bare minimum of what he feels for his one and only, precious family.

These baseless accusations are as unimportant to Astarion as the people voicing them.

He’s raising his children to have standards, wants them to take their father’s love for granted, to accept nothing less but pure devotion.

It’s the only way Astarion knows how to love them, the only way that comes most naturally to him.

Astarion looks down at his little girl, now fast asleep, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.

After all these years—all these children—he’s still in awe watching them sleep in his arms as if no harm in the world could ever befall them.

And it won’t—not if Astarion can help it.

“No, thank you, my heart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against the crown of the toddler’s head.

When it comes to his children, Astarion holds himself to the highest standard.

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byrdblood · 6 days

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so the UT fandom wikis are kind of ass and i got sick of tracking down dead links every time i wanted information on funny bone men, so i've been spending my limited free time picking away at this little project over on toyhouse - an AU (AM?) called MULTIVERSE TAU, AKA a place to compile all my info (and headcanons) in one place!

there's still a decent of writing left to go (and the profiles are private until then), but the art for them is now officially done! im hyped

#utmv #killer sans #dust sans #nightmare sans #horror sans #cross sans #abaddon byrd #multiverse tau #error is also going to be there but he got a different toyhouse theme so hes the outlier adn will not be counted #there's probably some egregious typo hidden in one of these screenshots but alas </3 #but yeah im living commission to commission right now so i have not had like. the time to write or draw for myself #like these are not long profiles really but like /none/#and my current money situation is also 'none' so ive been eating like once a day if im lucky and let me tell you #once you get above 20 the lack of food and sleep does not go over quite as well as it once might have!#hoo-wee!#anyway yeah man #my art #scopophobia

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dunmeshiminimumwage · 3 months

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#mod chilchuck #dungeon meshi #kabru #we have inventory tomorrow so i was asked to pick up a shift today #i really dont wanna #i already had to get xrays today and i have something else later in the evening #so today is a long day :(#this is usually my day off #i hate being one of 3 people at my store that isnt a highschooler (besides the managers)#< and one of the other 2 doesnt even work during the day so its really like. just me and another person that isnt good at very much

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crescentfool · 25 days

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the great seal <3

#persona 3 #minato arisato #makoto yuki #lizzy does art #for the splatoon plaza! because the splatfest theme makes me all sorts of bonkers #i say this but im on team bucket list and not save the world #it was really fun to play around with black bg and white lines <3 ths one fortunately did not take as long as the ryomina love wins #if you spot me in the plaza please send pics or let me know!! it would make me really happy!#i feel like i haven't drawn minato in forever. i love him to bits still...#i def wanna try something like this again for digital art sometime though.....#persona 3 spoilers

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francy-sketches · 30 days

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sorry I got posessed by the wattpad demon I'm normal now (lying)

+alt version that didnt fit the #aesthetic but it better represents my #vision of them ^_^ hashtag couplegoals

#I am not immune to 'she can fix him'-ism. jk that's not why I like them #got #game of thrones #joffrey baratheon #margaery tyrell #my art #sorry 2 the marg fans I haven't drawn her in so long and this is what I give you. if it makes you feel better I'm also disappointed #ok jokes aside im actually really happy w the like. messy scrapbook vibe it was so fun :3 I need to do it more ^o^#I'm so jealous of people who fill up their canvas like this n I finally did it yipeee #whats their ship name btw is it just a slightly misspelled version of one of their names that would be funny. does anyone even ship them #...I know what this looks like but um ackchually I like them in a ironypilled divorcecel way. it's different -_-#and I also like drawing them being cute but um its because ☝ um. well its fun :3

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markscherz · 1 year

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what's the stupidest/silliest looking frog you know of?

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[In order of appearance: Glyphoglossus molossus, Myobatrachus gouldii, Choerophryne proboscidea, Nasikabatrachus sahyadrensis, Pipa pipa, Litoria pinocchio, Triprion petasatus, Synapturanus danta, Breviceps verrucosus, Notaden bennettii, Hemisus guttatus, Hemiphractus bubalus]

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chaosinterlude · 1 year

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“lucifer is sadistic and mean!! he’s so serious and scary!!”

meanwhile,

he’s just a silly man who wishes for a domestic life with his partner and dog <3

#i love silly and soft lucifer #he’s not this serious guy everyone makes him out to be i mean he conducted a necromantic ritual #TO GET HIS DOG BACK #and then introduces said dog to you because you’re important to him <33 #which mirrors the way in which lucifer becomes more open to mc after they become close to his brothers!!#he just wants his favorite people to get along #this devilgram is one of the most precious things i’ve ever seen #family is so important to him!! and it really shone through in this devilgram <33 #and i love incorperating that into my writing as well <3 #gahhh stories that portray lucifer like this (in-game or fan-made) make me so so happy #gently holds him in my hands and shuts up before i ramble on for too long #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me swd #lucifer obey me

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inkskinned · 7 months

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you keep having dreams about the holidays. in this last one, everyone is happy again, and it is a good day for a moment, the way that sometimes peace could settle in restless clumps over everyone's head. your father is downstairs, everyone else is picking a movie to watch. your cat is still alive and in your mother's lap. you aren't afraid to go into the kitchen to eat, the guilt isn't there yet, and everything is free. your dog is lying down with your siblings, tongue lolling out his mouth. everything feels warm and silly.

you see your hand in the kitchen and you see the light of the fridge click on and some part of you says go back into the living room, you're missing the good part. this is how you spent most of your childhood: when you weren't in the room, it was alright. being in the room was the problem. you spent so much being present wishing someone would notice if you left. you love these people. there is something fundamentally wrong with your head. you stand in the kitchen and feel that rabid heart of yours; the one that tries to make you leave any situation, even when you're wanted.

you don't have this anymore. the mashed potatoes you pull out of tupperware containers spell out big letters on the counter. when you wake up, this isn't the life you have anymore.

sometimes that's an amazing thing - you are so glad you're out of this fucking house. when the peace breaks here, it shatters into months-long screaming. these gulfs and valleys are illusions. you're holding your breath even in the memory, waiting for the wrong thing to happen, the thing that splinters the family.

but sometimes... it would be nice to have this version of the house back. the fire is roaring. someone is laughing so hard it sounds like they're crying, wheezing through the story they're telling, michael buble is singing. in a few hours it will be time for pie, but in the meantime you're going to watch some fast and the furious something. you're all going to talk over most of it, quip lines at each other like it's mystery science theatre. you're all just about to start a board game or maybe a family art project. you're just about to hang up garlands.

someone asked you recently - what if you wake up and it's november of 2013. there are a lot of things that you would be horrified by. the things you'd have to relive, the bitter slow pain of recovery. and fuck, you'd still have to escape him, and the parts of this house that are ugly. to deliver yourself, mangled, into the long road you take in therapy. fuck that entirely.

but you'd also have this moment back, standing half in the kitchen and half in the living room, talk-shouting at your siblings, wiggling and dancing, throwing karate chops at each other and splitting the last crescent roll and gleefully telling college stories your mother really doesn't want to know. the house like this is warm, held in this space before-things. in this world it will be a few years before your family is splintered. these days you have to get in a car to travel to each visit, looping each person together in a little embroidery constellation. here it is loud. it will be a few years before the holidays are quiet, reserved, a little distant.

in the dream, you waver, your hand outstretched. for the love of god, go back the room. go back in and tell them you love them, tell them what this means to you. for the love of god, go now!

you're gonna wake up soon.

#writeblr #warm up #this is a real dream i had and in it i was like . this isn't how the memory goes.#i hide here too long.#i miss the moment :/#btw the reason this is a good memory is bc one person is absent from it <3 lol #i didn't really want to bring that into the post

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laurents-secret-diary · 6 months

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oh damen we're really in it now.mp4

#caprisun #captive prince #damen #damianos of akielos #damen of akielos #kings rising #prince's gambit #ITS HIM ITS MY GUY #also can i just say #i know i made him blush in the rip pitcher sketch because thats the correct interpretation of that scene. cuz he saw his thighs #but can we all agree that those must be the palest pastiest legs a man has ever put in direct sunlight #diogenes said to plato “this is a man” about that peeled chicken because he mistook it for Laurent in a chiton #i bet he burns like a lobster #you leave him in direct sunlight for too long and he starts heaving like an office laptop from 2016 booting up Baldurs Gate 3 #i am still in the middle of book 3 and when i tell you i am in DIRE NEED OF SOME LAURENT POV DECRIPTIONS OF DAMEN #TELL ME HOW LOVELY HE IS I NEED YOUR PASTY ASS TO SAY IT #I want to hear those rapid fire thoughts because you just know he is extinguishing them like summertime mosquitos #if the govart dies chapter is anything to go by #damen oh damen you really thought ancel was gonna shove that stick up his ass during that one performance. i love you.#you are THE funniest motherfucker in that book and your obsession with that blue eyed featherless biped only adds to it #who drops a pitcher when they see a white boy approach #god out of fear maybe #i would never live it down straight up never #that memory instantly became damen's dark horse in the championships for the most embarrassing shit that he will think about in bed at nigh

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thapunqueen · 8 months

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He must think he the king of foldin his arms and not givin a fuck 🙄

#but really why he always crossin his arms when i talk to him...cmon boobear its me man #also HELLOOO IM ALIVE #ive been MOVING and its taken up so much of my time and energy but after setting up my computer finally #i just..needed to draw..it was like a demon possessing me #so ofc i wanted to do another boone page :3 #its been too long since i did one anyways #fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout fanart #craig boone #new vegas #fnv boone

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xxrat--punkxx · 9 months

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Repair day

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kiitoskiitos · 7 months

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You can now buy my zine Mutilation grindset in my etsy store!!

It includes comics, essays and more. Many liked classics from me and also plenty new stuff only included in this zine. Read all the specifics in the item listing. Thank you for your support!

>>>link to store<<<

#transgender #comic #zine #sorry this took a long while... had to learn how etsy works and try mailing etc. very exited to share this one!!!#i've worked on this a lot this summer. it feels like a really good start to what i aim to do with art and my output.#tried to keep it affordable since it is my first zine and i am still learning.#if you have any guestions. ask away. i'm cleaning my ask box next #<3 #also keep in mind i'm going to start sending these next monday (13th)

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