#vocab wise
Text
an american saying that apparently everyone outside of the US (read: western europe) is allowed to have an accent except americans, when i have in fact heard the "worst" spanish come out of americans mouths and no one has complained, just adapted to their accents
#this one guy has been living here for 5 years and he sounded like he was fresh off the plane#not vocab wise but accent wise i think he couldve put in a bit more effort#meanwhile in the uk i know of someone who said MU-seum instead of museum and nobody tried to understand him#z xarre
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
thinking a little bit more about why I disliked Red Rising so violently that I turned around and was like "I need to read something gay immediately for my emotional health" now that I'm not actively irritated by it
and I think it's because it just. right off the bat feels like it's written by a guy who doesn't see women as whole people as opposed to Females (TM). and when the response from fans of the book to critique on that front is "well, that's the point, it's supposed to show how dire the society is," it really brings home the way that the book, the author, and I guess a lot of these readers who are telling on themselves, also just see female characters as tools and objects, and that the role of femininity is that of purity to be either protected or damaged.
they're there to show the tragedy of the world, of course! that's the point! it motivates the masculine protectiveness of the main character so much!
the other argument I've seen a lot is "well, there are good female characters later on! just keep reading" and it's like 1) that's your opinion as someone who liked the first parts enough to keep reading so we're already starting from different places, 2) that doesn't actually fix the things already wrong, it just adds some more things that are maybe less wrong, and lastly 3) life is too short for me to slog through hundreds of pages of narrative-validated misogyny before I get to the parts people claim are better
I've read plenty of books that portray misogyny, dystopia, and sexual assault. hell, I just swapped to A Darker Shade of Magic and the female POV character gets attacked with the intent of sexual violence literally immediately when you first meet her. but it was a really fun scene in my opinion and it doesn't read the same.
anyway, absolutely delighted that I did swap to A Darker Shade of Magic and Prince Rhy was immediately and blatantly bisexual. the characters are delightful even when they anger me, and I no longer feel like I'm reading a weird caricature of western male rage.
#personal#can't believe I just used the phrase 'western male rage'#y'all have me out here pulling out the sociology vocab fr#fr tho I can NOT stop comparing this book to The Will of the Many in my mind#and how TWOTM did so many things right character-wise that Red Rising immediately got wrong#anyway. now that I've got that out back to books I enjoy.#meta#books#bel reads
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ever since I read that Washington Post article about veneers, I can't stop seeing them all over TV (and especially gif sets) and they really are bugging the hell out of me
#they ARE so unnatural!#uncanny valley for the mouth#it's been bugging me for a while#but that article finally gave me the vocab to understand and explain it#also wow but from the sound of it such a horrible decision for a person to make#health wise#when it is fully for cosmetic reasons
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
taking a stab at organising the notes i've taken this week for chinese digitally in preperation of my final—i'm very happy with how it turned out!
#chinese#study notes#notes#langblr#studyblr#mandarin langblr#indigostudies#汉语#indigo ink#most of this is review to me vocab- and grammar-wise but it helps me to improve my reading and writing
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
was writing and (re)discovered this word...
Steve 'Hips Akimbo' Harrington
uh-kim-boh
@every-dayiwakeup
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Woah did that language learning video from the girl that learned Norwegian reawaken my Japanese fixation
#That'd be fun#Last time that happened I filled a few notebooks with kanji and vocab. It was. Pretty impressive ngl#I sucked at anything vocal and grammar and comprehention and#I did know the basics of the language I think I could maybe pass that first exam? Just barely if I'm lucky.#Vocab wise I was going into the second or even third exam#Tbh I just really liked writing the hieroglyphics and stuff#Honestly the biggest thing I have trouble with in terms of language learning is being consistent probably but a huge thing is that#I'm afraid of people judging me when say stuff from the language out loud#I HAVE gained quite a lot of self confidence from the last time I learned Japanese/that quick Spanish thing#So I'm very excited where that's gonna get me#New fixation you can't get into right away (cause job) feels like restlessness from understimulation but positive if that makes sense?#Gonna buy a thick notebook when I'm off job though#//rambles
0 notes
Text
oh yhhhhh. the language of the sun 'rising' and 'setting' is deep rooted in ancient mysticism and adherence to religious beliefs over science bc like. the sun dont move.
#cosmos#carl sagan#gonna become a pretentious asshole abt this#removing those terms from my vocab#n making a mental note to correct anyone who uses them#just so i can seem wise n knowledgeable lmao#cloud nonsense
0 notes
Text
neteyam sully - midnight
➵ summary: "Just the tip", Neteyam is desperate to have you after a week of responsibilities.
➵ pairing: agedup!neteyam x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
➵ word count: 883
➵ warnings: pure smut/this work is nsfw and not suitable for minors, if you're under the age of 18, DNI
DON’T REPOST MY WORK
vocab; yawntutsyíp - darling, yawntu - love/beloved
You had a wonderful day of clan duties, fulfilled in tranquility and the company of your friends. Days like this when the forest was a tad more serene than usual were your favorite. These were the days when your responsibilities seemed weightless, simply sitting on your shoulder and relaxing their legs - just as you were.
Though, for your mate Neteyam, these days were rare. You hadn't seen him all week but were wise enough to leave him to his - much more important and slightly impressive - duties.
You missed him terribly. He was your mate, but finding time for you was getting harder and harder - it was evident in his tense shoulders, snappy tone, and thrashing tail.
You sigh as you sink into your nest. You and Neteyam had weaved it together to perfection, but your mate was nowhere to be found to use it. Your heart did ache, but you were aware of how busy things had become this time of year. As the temperatures got slightly colder in the forest, JakeSully liked to take early precautions.
Just as you're about to fall asleep, the fluttering of your flap makes you groggily crack an eye open. "Neteyam?"
"Yawntutsyíp..."
His rough voice causes an eruption of flutters in your stomach. It's been so long since he called you that.
Your eyes are still closed as you sense him shuffling around. The clunk of his armory falling, followed by a grunt. When Neteyam's chest presses into your back, you realize he's bare.
Your senses heighten all too quickly and any thought about sleep vanishes in an instant. "New weapon training?" you snicker.
"Funny," he chuckles, groaning softly when his hardening cock brushes against the small of your back. His voice drips of sleep, and his throat seems to provide nothing but rasps after all his training. "Ma ____," he murmurs into your shoulder, soft lips pressing into your skin deliciously. He rubs them on your neck as he pushes his thigh between your legs snugly , and from the way his tongue darts out every other second, you can tell he's imagining sucking your clit.
"Yes?" you reply softly. He's quick to hook your leg under his arm and his warmth does wonders to you. His balmy, soft skin against your aching body.
"Need to be inside you," he croaks, voice cracking with desire. He sounds so tired yet incredibly desperate that you start to feel slick between your thighs - getting wetter the second.
Fighting off sleep, you hum. "But it's so late, my love."
"Please baby," he whines, humping the plush of your ass. His ragged breaths hit the back of your neck and his arms circle at your front, cupping your breasts. "Please, please, please, need to be inside you."
He softly kisses your shoulder again, though it turns wet and sloppy, leaving him a fervent mess as he gets off on you. "Missed you so much," He's involuntarily grinding his thick cock into your back and it's taking too much of you to not turn around and stroke it until he begs for release.
"I missed you too," You grip his veiny hands and Eywa, they're attractive. They're strong and rough from all his years in training, yet incredibly warm and comforting. They're big too, completely engulfing your small one when he interlocks your fingers.
He murmurs incoherently into your skin while peppering soft kisses. "Just the tip, yawntu," he begs. "Please, just the tip."
"Okay..." you nod, pressing the palm of his hand on your breast. He pulls you into him until he's everywhere - your back completely engulfed, and your legs hooked over his arm as he undoes your tewng. "Yes...missed this pussy so much." he breathes into your ear. The breeze you feel on your cunt is momentary - Neteyam enters you torturously slow but spares no seconds for you to stay untouched. "Fuck baby, you're so wet like this. So warm around my cock, and I've only put the tip in."
Yet the thick head of his cock teases your entrance so deliciously that you buck your hips. The stretch is pure bliss, rubbing at your slippery opening. His warmth is evident, and you ache to feel it deep inside your walls. You feel yourself pulse around him, juices flowing down his tip and coating him just the way he likes it. He groans at the sight as he tells you all about it - teasing at how wet he made you with just this.
"Neteyam, please..." You feel yourself shudder as you beg for more. It's been too long, you realize. Too long of going without his erotic touch.
"It's been so long," he groans, burying his head in the crook of your neck. Your heart thumps wildly, did you speak your thoughts in a haze of sleepiness?
"Feel good?"
"Mmmh yeah," you arch into him as his warm palm presses down on your stomach. Slowly but surely, he enters you further, coaxing sweet noises from your bitten lips with rhythmic thrusts. He never gives you all of it though, because you both know he's going to lose himself and fuck you stupid until the sun peeks through your flap and tells your mate to contain his need for another day.
#neteyam imagine#neteyam sully#neteyam x reader#neteyam#neteyam fic#neteyam smut#neteyam x omaticaya!reader#avatar neteyam#avatar twow#avatar#avatar the way of water
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
TLDR; too long, didn't read
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Genre: Fluffy, minor angst
Word Count: 10K
Summary: you're dyslexic and it runs your entire life. peter's just trying to help, but sometimes it's a bit too much.
this was requested, thank you, thank you.
“Here, read this and tell me what you think.”
You let out a breathy sigh, like you’ve been here, done that, and heard that a million times before. Actually, it's because you have. And not just by Peter, everyone in your life. Teachers, parents, even friends that just tried their best to help. It just never worked.
It never, ever clicked in your brain.
“Peter, we’ve been over this. I can’t read.”
Peter rolls his eyes, “Chill with the dramatics, you can read. I know you can read, did it last night for me.”
He’s right. The last few weeks since you’ve been extra struggling in English Lit he’s asked you to read to him every night, over the phone or in person.
You hate it.
Not reading to Peter, it’s just embarrassing for you. The pauses in sentences you have to take to clearly read the line, or the stuttering, or worse when Peter can guess what word you’re trying to say so he says the word slowly and calmly almost as if he’s sounding it out for you.
You know he does it with nothing but love, but sometimes you just feel dumb and ashamed, and it’s nothing you can solve.
“No, like, I really can’t read at all.”
Peter pokes at your arm with a pencil, “You just need a little extra time, it’s no big deal. You even crushed our short story last week, you only slipped up on three words!”
Your brain is fighting against you because you have visual dyslexia. Meaning that letters jumbled around in your brain and on the page. You’ve struggled since you were a kid, it’s gotten easier through the years. Lots of intervention, reading and writing has helped you slow down and sound out the words softly and slowly until you know it’s right.
“If I ask you something will you be totally honest?”
Peter is a fucking genius, it makes you distressed when he helps you with this. He is solving grad school equations and helping you sound out kindergarten words for fun, it doesn’t make sense.
“I don’t like the way that sounds so I’m withholding until I hear it.” He taps his chin with his pencil eraser.
You don’t know why you haven’t asked yet.
“Why are you dating me?”
Record scratch, Peter looks offended.
“Huh?” The pencil is slack in his grasp.
You backtrack a little, you know why he’s dating you but you don’t understand it. You can’t help but feel inferior to him booksmart wise.
“Well, I mean, you know.” You wince and shug with one arm, you divert your eyes to the page and start to slowly read out to him.
“Jill went over to George’s for tea and cakes, when the doorbell-”
Peter cut you off with his hand on your shoulder, you peered at him from the side.
“No, I don’t know. I’d like you to explain that question to me, please.” Where the hell was this coming from?
You huff and push the book away, “You’re smart and I’m not. Do you ever think to yourself, ‘God, I wish I had known she was an idiot before I tapped that’? It’s not your fault but I feel so below you and I can’t ever be you so like, what’s the fucking point.”
Peter doesn’t know where to begin.
You’re not an idiot, you’re not below him and he’s so glad you’re not him. He also doesn’t like that ‘tapped it’ comment.
“Is that how you always feel?” Has he done a bad job of lifting you up?
You shrug, then nod.
“Jesus, Y/N.”
“I’m dating you because you’re lovely, you’re funny and despite what you believe, smart. You crush vocab like no other cause even if you get tripped up by the words you always know what they mean. You’re a knowledge god in history and the best chemistry lab partner, I have never thought you were dumb, ever.”
You roll your eyes, it’s his job to tell you that you’re smart, it’s in the boyfriend duties journal.
“I’m sure if you knew I was dyslexic before we started to date you wouldn't have.”
Pause, Peter did know. You didn’t know he knew, he’s kept that from you. He didn’t want it to seem like he dated you out of pity or because he knew you needed extra help. He dated you because he was absolutely in love with you and needing a little extra reading comprehension skills wouldn’t ruin that.
“I did know.”
You raise your hand as he’s proven your point, “Exactly! I always knew-”
You furrow your eyebrows at him, “Did you just say you knew?”
Peter nods with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
“Wait, I’m being serious right now, Peter. You knew I was dyslexic?”
He breathes in deeply, “Well, I mean, I had an idea. I knew you had trouble reading sometimes and when you started leaving class during tests I knew.”
You poke your cheek with your tongue, “Interesting.”
“I only knew because I knew a kid named Ben in elementary who was dyslexic, and he would go to a different room during tests and they would ask him the questions out loud so he could understand it a bit better.”
“And you never said anything?”
“Because it didn’t matter to me, baby. I love you no matter what, this isn’t a big deal at all, really.”
And there it is, that’s the fallback line for him.
‘It doesn't matter, it isn’t a big deal.’
Except it was, and it really did fucking matter to you. Peter would never understand it unless he dealt with it, and he didn’t. And it’s not his fault at all, cause you know if the situation was flipped you would most likely say the same things. But this is a real disability you struggle with everyday all the time, it’s not like you had a problem with math that could be avoided until you had to do it again.
This was every text, every written page, every passage you read. Every street sign, absolutely everywhere you looked, it followed.
It controlled your life, and he would never understand that.
“It doesn’t matter to you, you mean.” You correct his wording, he doesn’t get it.
“Of course it doesn’t matter to me, you’re my genius girl, no matter what.” He winks then points at the page again, “Okay, so Jill and George?”
You felt defeated inside, what was the point of trying anymore? It would stick and stay no matter what and no matter how hard you tried to keep it under wraps, everyone would know.
—------------
“Alright, hot stuff. I got this book at the library and I think we should read it together. I heard it was good from Tiktok.”
You took the book from Peter’s hand and turned it over, the words jumbled immediately and you recoiled inside from the size of the book alone. It was massive, it would take you weeks if not months to read it through.
“Yeah, about that,” You trail, Peter sets his bag down and sits on your bed with a pillow in his lap.
“About what?” He pats the pillow, he’s calling for your head to rest there.
“The reading thing, I was thinking, do you think we could take turns?” You bit your lip and leaned back, his fingers tracing in your hair.
“Take turns what, reading?”
You nod, you also feel where you made a knot in the back of your hair from rubbing the fabric.
“Yeah, it would be like the sisterhood of the traveling book. I would read and then you would, it doesn’t have to be chapter by chapter but then it’s even.”
Peter untangles some knots gently, “We could, but I really love hearing you read to me.”
“Yeah, but you never read to me, and I love your voice.”
Peter laughs airily, “Yeah, but I don’t-”
He stopped, he caught himself.
Not good enough, you know what he meant.
You tilt your chin up to look at his face upside down, you narrow your eyes.
“Go on, say it.”
He shakes his head.
“No, really, Peter. I want you to say it.”
“It’s nothing, baby.”
You push yourself up and face him, you huff.
“I’m serious, I want you to say it to my face, right now.” You feel your face get warm, you were right when you brought this up last week, he does think you’re stupid.
Peter breathes out hard through his mouth, he knows he’s fucked up, and this was going to brew into a fight no matter how hard he tried to settle it right now. If he ignored you he would make it worse.
“Yeah, but I don’t need help like you do.”
You wince and hiss in through your teeth.
“Ouch. That hurt.”
You sit back in silence and pick up the book he brought over, you look it over once more. Even reading slowly things still got a little jumbled, you felt like you were out of place.
“Baby, look at me.”
You shake your head, “It’s okay, Peter.”
He grabs your arm, “No it’s not.”
You shake him off, “No, really. It’s okay.”
He sighs, “I didn’t-”
You cut him off, “You didn’t mean it like that, and you don’t think I’m dumb and I’m amazing and talented elsewhere, and needing extra reading time is fine and normal and you were just talking without thinking and you didn’t mean it.”
Peter gave you a small smile, “I feel like it would be better coming from my mouth, since I’m the one that said it, but yeah, you hit the nail on the head.”
You give the same smile back and pretend it’s fine.
But it’s not fine, it’s actually so far from fine you cried yourself to sleep. You cried all night looking at the numbered book spine from the library copy your boyfriend brought to you, the same book spine that let you know Peter did notice how slow and difficult things were. You started at the title until it was burned into your mind, everytime you blinked it was etched into the backs of your eyelids.
You stared at the book and cried and cried and cried until you decided you hated the book. You hated it so much you wanted to rip out its pages one by one until it ceased to exist. You wanted to flush it down the toilet and you wanted to drop it in a bucket of wet paint, you wanted it to be used as first pitch at the start of the baseball season, you wanted it to be banned from every corner of the world, you wanted Peter to take it back.
Peter said the worst thing he could’ve said, and it came with no effort. Like he thinks it all the time, you made up your mind right then you wouldn’t ever read to or with him again.
—----------------
You were getting more and more frustrated with Peter by the second, he wouldn’t shut the fuck up for twelve seconds. He just keeps going on, and on, and on about reading this and how “he’s thinking about how we could split up the pages and make it more fair, cause he does understand how it can seem unfair reading all alone to someone else, not to mention-”
You rub at your temples, “Are you my boyfriend or my tutor?”
Peter stops, “What?”
You keep rubbing to stop the oncoming headache, “Are you my boyfriend or my tutor?”
He looks confused, “Boyfriend, right?”
You laugh dryly, “Could have fooled me, professor.”
Peter doesn’t know what to say, he’s just trying to help, is he coming on too strong?
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to throw this all on you. How do you feel about this, you read the first thirty pages and I’ll read the next fifty?”
You shove the book Peter placed in your hand into his chest, “I’m not reading the fucking book, Peter. If you want to read it so badly, do it yourself.”
Peter is genuinely speechless, he doesn’t think you’ve ever snapped at him like this.
All he can come up with is, “Huh?”
“You heard me,” You double down, “I’m not reading the damn thing, it’s your book, you read it.”
He shakes his head one more time, he’s thinking he’s got a concussion.
“What? Why?”
Because you vowed to never read to him again.
“Because I don’t want to.”
“Okay, that’s fair. I should’ve asked you, we can go to the library and you can pick out anything you want. Daddy will put it on his card.” He winks.
“Thanks, but I’m good.”
He pulls his head back and sets the book down, “If you don’t want to read today it’s fine, we can go get lunch, I know you’ve been begging me to take you to the new diner on 54th.”
You narrow your eyes and look him up and down, “Just lunch?”
He nods, “Unless you want to do something else, didn’t you say you wanted to see a movie?”
You grimace, “Next month.”
He grins, “Perfect, I’ll mark it on the calendar.”
—---------------
You frown looking at the menu, usually it was pretty easy guessing what things were off a quick glance from the pictures but this menu had no images.
It’s small accessibility things like that, that most people don’t think of, that make a world of a difference for someone that needs it.
You peer up at Peter across from you, his forehead and right eye are lit up from the sun peering in from the window, he’s sitting facing the door, like always. You asked him one time after he physically moved you when you tried to sit towards it, “I always want to see who’s coming in.” He claimed it was a safety thing, you didn’t mind. As long as you didn’t sit on the same side and you always got the booth side at a booth table combo table, you couldn’t care who sat where.
He has his lip pulled into his mouth, softly nibbling at the area. You wanted to pull it out because it always left an odd texture when you make out, you wanna ask him about the menu, to be sure. You also don’t want him to dote on you, make him read out the entire menu, just help fill in some words.
“Petey?” Start soft, he loves that name.
He flicks his eyes up and drops his lip from his teeth, “Yes, baby?”
You point to where you’re looking, he leans over the table to get a better look.
“Is that third word lettuce?”
Peter hums, “Correct.”
You grin, “Okay, thanks.”
Peter nods and goes back to looking, he’s already figured out what he wants but he knows it makes you flustered when he sits there while you're still trying to figure out what the first page says, so instead when you ask, “What are you getting?” He can say, “Hmm, I don’t know yet, I’m still looking,” You can let out a breath of release and not feel rushed to make a choice.
You make your way down the list, getting caught at one word. You read it slowly, even mouthing the word, you don’t think you’ve ever heard it before.
“Peter, under sandwiches, number 3, what the fuck is that last word? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.”
He lets out a soft laugh, “It says arugula, baby.”
You squint and hold the plastic closer, “That’s how you spell it?”
“How did you think it was spelled?”
“Not like that.” You pull the menu away and continue the search.
“It’s a tricky one, you’re not wrong.” Peter looks over his choice a few more times, he feels like his mouth is watering.
“It’s a hate crime, actually.”
He chuckles and sets his menu down, “I chose, got any ideas?”
You scan over the menu quickly, if all else fails you trust Peter, you’ll have what he’s having.
“What are you getting?”
He raises his hands above his head and stretches, “Classic number seven.”
You waver the option in your head, “That does sound pretty good, actually.”
“Damn, I was betting on you getting seventeen.”
“I was thinking about that one, swear to god!”
Peter leans in like he’s making a great deal, for no one else to hear.
“Get it and we spit?”
You think, “Okay, you get half mine and I get half your fries.”
He holds out his hand to solidify the business deal.
“And maybe a bite or three of your burger.”
You stick your hand in his and shake it before he can process what you said and groans, not that he minds, you are giving him half your waffles.
When the plates are brought out Peter immediately hands you his burger, he will always allow the lady the first bite. Also because he will eat the entire thing in two. You take a bite and set it down, you pass your plate to him and he starts the trade.
He slides two waffles on his plate, and scoops more than half the fries on yours, then drizzles half the syrup but leaves all the butter for you, he also doesn’t touch the whipped cream even though you know he wants it more than you do, you reach over and take a strawberry off the side and dip it in the cream, you bite down and push it back. You’re telling him to take it, he grins with squinted eyes to show his appreciation.
You pick his meal up and bite again, working on swallowing you pass it back. Peter eyes it as you work through chewing, “You sure?” You nod, just as he goes to take it you say, “Actually, sorry,” Then take one more, you almost regret not going with his. Until you take a bite of the waffles and you melt, they are the best damn things you’ve ever had.
—-----------
“I swear you aren’t even trying anymore!”
Peter was defeated, you didn’t care. He has tried everything to get you to work with him this past week, especially since you bombed an English quiz. You have done nothing, you absolutely refused to read to him, to do any practice work, to read to yourself, to study, nothing to do with reading in the slightest.
You were caught, and maybe a tiny glad he noticed. It just felt pointless, you would always struggle and no matter what Peter told you, feel like a burden. Like everyone had to help you with everything, it wasn’t Peter’s job to make sure you were reading and passing vocab and working on letter recognition, it was your job and you just didn’t care for it anymore.
You just shrug carelessly back, you have to look away. His stare of disappointment is making self guilt rise quickly.
Peter pulls back a little, he sounds lost. His voice is calm, “Hey, you didn’t give up did you?”
You shake your leg, why do you feel like crying right now?
Peter squats to get eye level with you, he places his hand on your knee to steady it.
He shakes his head like he can’t understand where you’re coming from at all.
“Hey, c’mon. Don’t do this, don’t do this to yourself. You worked too hard to just give up, you’ve gotten yourself here, right?”
You nod trying to keep from crying, it doesn’t work. Your lower lip trembles and Peter immediately scoops you into his chest and pats your hair as you sob into him. He’s right, you’re hurting no one but yourself but it’s impossible to feel like it’s a never ending process. It feels like you’re walking in quicksand, you’re pacing yourself but it feels like nothing is changing.
“I’m sorry,” You repeat into his shirt over and over, he shushes you, “You have no reason to be sorry.”
When you calm you pull away, he presses a kiss to your forehead and wipes away any stray tears.
“Wanna tell me what’s up?”
“I just, I’m done, Peter. I am so fucking done, this is so stupid and it makes me feel stupid. And I know it’s not my fault but it is because my brain fucked me over so hard. I am always playing catch-up and it never, ever ends. I am constantly working towards something that will never get fixed. I keep telling myself if I pass this test, or if I read half a chapter with no struggles it’s gone, but I know it's a lie. It’s such a lie because I’ll be like this forever.”
You start to cry again but stop yourself with a few deep breaths, “It will never get better, so why am I trying?”
Peter nods, he’s not agreeing, he’s listening. He understands what you mean, he understands the frustration. He wants to tell you it’s not dumb, and it’s not for nothing but he needs to focus on you being okay first.
“Okay, okay.” He pulls you in tightly and rests his chin on your head.
“It sounds like you need a break, baby. You’ve been working yourself too hard, and I probably haven’t been helping that. Let’s take a week off, huh? No reading, no questions, no studying, nothing. Just call it quits on words this week, that sound good to you?”
You nod into his chest and rub your nose against his shirt, an entire week with nothing about dyslexia sounds like just the break you needed.
“Good, now let me see your pretty face.” You pull from him and grin, he smiles brightly at you, “There’s my girl,” He cups your face and brings you in for a kiss, you lean into it and raise on your toes a little bit to get closer.
When Peter breaks away he rubs his thumb on your cheek until your eyes flutter open.
“I love you, you know that, right?” He whispers the words, delicate between you two.
You nod and lean up for a peck, “I love you too, and I appreciate you a lot.”
He winks, “As long as you acknowledge it.”
You groan as he moves away, he smacks your butt and points to his bed. You bounce down and watch as he grabs the book he checked out from the library, it hasn’t even been opened yet. You wait until he sits next to you and gets comfortable, he pats his chest to let you know it’s ready for you to rest your head.
“Petey, you just said no reading for a week.”
He nods, “I did. I said you wouldn’t read. You also said I never read to you, so, I think we can swap roles, what do you say?”
You grin and settle down next to him and rub your cheek into his chest, “Love it, genius idea from my genius boy!”
Peter kisses the top of your head and cracks the book open to the first page.
“Chapter one, Jenna is going to die. Well, actually, everyone dies, but Jenna is going to die first, then Sara, then Amberlynn, and finally Jesse. The boy Jesse, not the girl, she doesn’t die, not yet anyways.”
—---------------
You squint one eye open and bring the pillow over your ears trying to drown out the noise from the kitchen. Your boyfriend is going absolutely ham, singing from his entire being he has drowned out all the noise from the apartment.
You focus on the music and his wailing, you concentrate and the song clicks. You look around the room and mutter to yourself, “Is he singing fucking Cher?”
It didn’t end there, the rest of the week he was constantly playing Cher. You didn’t even know he liked her like that, and he’s been acting odd all week.
He asked you to watch almost every Robin Williams movie with him, and then begged you to watch The View with him, the entertainment news, because Whoopi Goldburg was awesome. You questioned him but gave in, it was odd sure but so was he, so you reckon nothing was terribly out of the ordinary.
Last night he turned off a Cher cd to turn on the TV, he watched the screen like a hawk. You blinked and looked around, “Why are we watching Anderson Cooper in Al Qaeda?” Peter threw his head back at you, “Why aren’t we watching Anderson Cooper in Al- Qaeda?”
You hummed in response, “Tushe.”
It all made sense today, the weird antics he’s put you through the past week.
“Babe, what do you think of Cher?”
You furrow your eyebrows, “I mean, I’m not a huge fan but I like her stuff a whole lot more when you sing it.”
“Aw, thanks. How do you feel about Robin Williams?”
“Actor god, one of the best from our lifetime. Every line he has is delivered perfectly.”
“Anderson Cooper?”
“He looks weird, like he has the same energy as an albino elephant. But he’s a damn good journalist, so no complaints.”
“Whoopi Goldberg?”
“Comedic genius. What’s with the questions?”
He ignores you, “Picasso?”
“A great artist.”
“Octavia Spencer?”
You gasp, “I love her.”
He tries for one more, “Albert Einstein?”
“A genius. Smartest man in the world, smartest man to exist. With the exception of ancient Greece.”
Peter hummed, content with all your answers.
“You know what you have in common with all of those people?”
You snort, “No, what?”
He looks at you, “They’re all dyslexic.”
You drop your jaw, “No?”
He nods, “Cher struggled growing up, her’s were numbers. Robin Williams got words mixed up, he used to day “Trick or Trout” as a kid. Anderson Cooper struggled his entire life until he spoke up about it, with reading specialists and intervention he got through high school, then went to Yale. Whoopi Goldberg says her advantage is that she can see things differently, and it’s more interesting than how other people see it, and that she really hated growing up that no one saw her as smart, she was. She just saw everything differently.”
You were speechless, you just looked at the ground and blinked, these great, amazing people all struggled with what you did. Celebrities, they're just like you!
“I’m not done. Picasso would flip things around, make art of how his brain saw things. Octavia Spencer struggled with reading out loud, but she was smarter in other places. She would crush mazes and had incredible deductive reasoning. She even wrote two books all by herself, with dyslexia. And Einstein? They thought he was a dumb boy and nothing more because he was so bad with reading and writing, and claimed that words or language, as they are written or spoken don’t play a role in his mechanism of thought. He said that imagination means more than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world.”
“It’s possible, Y/N. It’s okay to get frustrated, it’s okay to take a break but you also have to push through. And it’s not fair, and I don’t know what it’s like for you everyday. But, it’s possible to move on and get a good job, and go to a good college, and struggle less and less along the way. It’s always going to be there, and if I could take that from you sweetheart, I would. But it’s a part of you, and I love that part of you.”
“You do?” You whisper.
“Of course I do! You’re my girl, and if we have kids and you pass it along then it’s no biggie. Cause they’ll look at their mom and see her living a kick ass life with a disability. It’s all about how you let it define you, I know you see this as never ending but it gets better and easier, it just takes time. I know you hated it, but when you read to me every night I could see you change, you got more confident the more you did it, because you were recognizing words and didn’t freeze over them.”
“I did?”
“Yes! Remember how excited you were when I told you that you went three pages without questioning a word? We set that as a new record, when we first started you would barely make it through a paragraph.”
“Will you do it with me?”
If you needed to believe in yourself then you needed Peter, because he always believed in you even when you couldn’t understand why.
“Do what?”
“Be there for me, let me read to you and help me with word recognition and help me figure out where I’m smart for a boost of confidence.”
“I’m here for you, baby. No matter what, alright? I would love to help you figure this out, we’re life partners, right?”
“Right.” You grin at him and he exclaims, “Oh, I got one! Puzzles!” He crouches to pull a box from under the coffee table, “You’re great at puzzles, we can do one together and I’ll cry when you piece it together in an hour.”
You take the box and hold it against your chest, “Actually, can I read you a chapter of that book? I kinda want to see how Amberlynn dies.”
“At the rate you read it’ll really build the suspense.”
You narrow your eyes, “Thin ice, Parker. Thin ice.”
He raises his hands up in surrender and you grab the book and point for him to sit down, you sit next to him and clear your throat. You take a deep breath and open to the page with a bookmark poking out, you hesitate but ignore your thoughts and start reading, and you go until you can’t stand it anymore.
You turn to see Peter looking at you with the biggest smile you’ve seen from him.
“What?”
He shakes his head, “Not one, Y/N. Not one slip up.”
#peter parker x reader#tasm!peter x reader#peter parker blurb#peter parker angst#tasm!peter x you#tasm!peter imagine#tasm!peter parker fic#tasm!peter fluff#peter parker fluff#peter parker fic#mcu peter parker#my writing
861 notes
·
View notes
Text
Athena Pallas/Minerva Deep dive
I was going to originally say Athana, but due to respect to her late friend Pallas (not the titan/giant), she will be called Pallas Athena from now on, please forgive my ignorance. To the wisest of the wise, to the goddess that tells us the wisdom, may we all cheer for her, like how men and women and all equal in war would cheer after victory.
Herbs • Olive tree, Tiger lilies, geranium, oak, cypress, Hellebore (Christmas and Lenten rose), and citrus tree, walnuts, pears
Animals• owl, snake, rooster, griffins, horses (she taught men how to tame horses), female lambs, doves (as a symbol of victory), rams, eagles, tigers, leopards, and other cats (could not find why but many were in agreement.)
Zodiac • She was mostly celebrated in June/July so I would say, Gemini, Cancer, and Leo.
Colors • gold, orange, yellow, emerald green, and royal blue
Crystal• bronze, metal, gold, silver, Azurite, Iolite, ruby, star sapphire, turquoise, lapis lazuli, ivory, Amazonite, Iolite, Bloodstone, Clear Quarterrtz, onyx.
Symbols• owls, olive trees, snakes, the Gorgoneion, golden shield, and helmet, serpents
Jewelry you can wear in their honor• you can veil in their honor
Diety of • knowledge, knowledge in war, crafting, inspiration, strategy
Patron of• Military, justice, skills, close combat, good counsel, prudent restrain and practical insight, weaving, and spinning, crocheting, the defense of towns, heroic endeavor, and protection agriculture, she is known in the arts as well with Hephaestus, protectress of the phratries and houses, authority of the law, the order in the courts and the assembly of the people, mathematics, strength, asexuality, librarians, peace, judges, protests, metalwork, birds (called the goddess of the birds), teachers
Offerings• She was sacrificed bulls, rams cows, all female except a lamb, it must be a male lamb, Locrian maidens or children are said to have been sacrificed to her every year as an atonement for the crime committed by the Locrian Ajax upon Cassandra (do not do, just here for historic offerings.), Olives, Bread, Grains, Olive oil, Cakes, Olive tree branches, Owl figurines or imagery, Silver jewelry, Honey, Milk, Books, Strategy games, Quality chess boards, Snake figurines or imagery, Fountain pens, Handmade objects, Clay items ( ex- plates, bowls, vases), Yellow and/or white candles, Yoghurt, Daggers, Swords (including small decorative versions), Devotional poems, Studying, Learning something new, Using what you learn as a way of growing and developing as a person, Standing up for yourself, Improving yourself, Owl pellets, Owl decoys for gardens,Work out clothes/gear, Fidget toys for when you’re working, Brain imagery, Spider imagery, Crafts you have made, Certificates/degrees/awards for achievements, Favorite books/books on mythos or Greece, Knitting/crocheting/crafting materials, Needles, Your glasses, Coffee/tea, Nice pens/pencils, Journals/notebooks, Voting stickers/cards, Spears/swords/daggers/helmets, Protest signs, pears, walnuts, Garlic bread, Start a small side business.
Devotional• Read a book, become a librarian as a summer job, or simply check out or return a book, join a book club, host a book club, learn Battle strategies, learn Wars and how they were won, learn What led to wars being lost, read The Art of War by Sun Tzu, learn about Politics, Democracy in Ancient Greece, learn about Armor and weapons, Catch and release spiders in your home, do Pottery, learn about Cross stitching and knitting, Tutor someone/get tutoring for areas you need help in, Watch TED talks/listen to educational podcasts, Plan out your day/keep a planner, Thinking before taking action, controlling our anger, Learn new vocab words, Make your notes pretty, Learn study techniques, Take appropriate study breaks, Do projects for Her, Challenge yourself, Learn grounding techniques, Do your homework, Give up things that are unhealthy for your brain (ex- smoking cannabis, drinking.), work out, Learn basic first aid, take CPR classes, Take care of your body, Go to protests/advocate
Ephithets• will post later, postponed due to motivational issues, will come soon.
Equivalents• neith (Egyptian), thrud (Norse), Minerva (roman), Athena (Greek)
Alter• I would not put her alter near Heaphestus, be tried to violate her in a myth, I would not put her alter near Aphrodite because they are known to not get along in myths, but things could have changed. She does work well with heroes, so if you worship Hercules or Perseus I would put her alter near them, I would not put her near Arachne and keep her alter away from spider areas, etc. Keep her altar clean and orderly. She does not like the giant Pallas, he tried to ruin her chastity.
Signs they are reaching out• Encounters with owls, olive trees, or feelings of wisdom and inspiration, seeing owls in the day, going to the library more often, staying after school.
Vows/omans• to stay a virgin forever, and to change her name
Number• 6 or 7 and 5 (I couldn't find a website that could agree.)
Morals• Morally lawful
Personality• Strong, endearing, respected, smart, confident, practical, clever, a master of disguises, and a great warrior. Brings Harvard teachers to shame.
Home• Mount Olympus
Mortal or immortal • Immortal
Fact• Some say she invented the flute, she invented the plow, and the rake, borrows tools from Zeus to do war saves people when fate counts on it, she repels Ares, some say Athena’s full name is Pallas Athena, but they say she added the name Pallas to hers after she accidentally mortally injured her friend Pallas during a practice session in her youth. Athena was seen naked bathing, she felt bad for the man, she covered his eyes and made him blind, making him an oracle.
Curses• blindness, more spiders, spilling tea, dyslexia getting harder, losing ur glasses, no one knowing who you're dressed as during Halloween, getting into fights, unjust detentions, no one showing up to class, getting fired as a teacher or librarian (unjustly), dropping books and learning stuff all of the sudden, forgetting materials that you learned on your test, your quizzes and tests get lost.
Blessings• remembering test materials, witty replies in arguments, detentions all of the sudden going away, getting into your dream college, getting into a book club, finding ur books, getting a librarian or teacher or tutor job.
Roots• Greek, near the river Triton born after or in the Titanomachy era.
Friends• Pallas (her friend growing up)
Parentage• Some say Poseidon then she went to Zeus after a dispute and became his daughter, and some say metis and Zeus, some say Hepeastus.
Siblings• Artemis, Aphrodite, the Muses, the Graces, Ares, Apollo, Dionysus, Hebe, Hermes, Heracles, Helen of Troy, Hephaestus, Minos, Perseus, and Porus.
Children• She does not have any romantic lovers, but she has adopted children, who are, Erikhthonios/Erichthonius.
Pet• one white and three dark horse and an owl, (she shares a chariot with Artemis)
Appearance in astral or gen• a stately woman armed with a shield and spear, and wearing a long robe, crested helm, and the famed aigis with the the Gorgon Medusa on a shield
Festivals • The cleansing Festival/Plynteria and Kallynteria Festival, the threshing festival/Skira Festival, the festival of Minerva/Minor Quinquatrus, The panatheanaea/Athena Festival, The Vintage festivalOschophoria Festival, the artisans Festival/Chalkeia Festival.
Day • she does not have any day of the week, the 23 of each month, and the first day.
Sacred places• The Parthenon on the Acropolis of Athens is dedicated to her, and Athens.
Status• Wisdom goddess, One of the major theoi and goddesses in Greek mythology
What angers her • If you stop worshiping her, I would clean up and part respectfully and know she understands, she does not like the sudden removal of an alter and the trashing of one.
The music she likes• classical and lo-fi study music.
Planet• Pallas Athene (minor planet) and the Asteroids 93 Minerva and 2 Pallas
Her Tarot cards• queen of swords, queen of wands, justice card, balance card
Remind me of• the saying “hitting the books” and someone actually throwing books, twilight from My Little Pony, Dead Trees (books)
Scents/Inscene • Patchouli, dragon’s blood, musk, indigo, orange blossom, cinnamon, and cedarwood
My opinion • She's cool.
Prayers•
Prayer To Athena
by Liz “Morning Dove” La Posta
Oh, wise Athena with your spear and shield, protect me and my family from
injustice and harm. Council me with your wisdom so that I may make the best decisions. Grant me success in my endeavors, but keep me humble so that I might not become condescending to others. I thank you for the many times you have guided me on my Path. Share with me your mysteries and I will do my best to follow. Athena my Goddess, I pray this in your sacred name, and I vow to always be your faithful dedicant.
Prayer to Athena for Wisdom
Clear-eyed Athena, unrivaled in wisdom,
daughter of Zeus and Metis whose craft and wit
excelled among the mighty Titans: Athena,
I pray to you. Wise in all things you are, goddess;
your cunning and guile are well known. In time of war
you have no equal in tactics or in strategy;
many armies have you guided to victory.
In time of peace your blessings fall on those whose work
is of the mind–friend of the philosopher,
the scientist, the student. Advisor of kings,
patron of clever heroes and bold-hearted
adventurers, defender of the thinker,
mistress of reason and understanding, goddess
to whom a strong arm and a sharp sword are nothing
without the sense to wield them well and the insight
to know when words are worth more than weapons.
Athena, grant me a sound mind and steady temper,
bless me with good judgment, show me the long view.
Links/websites/sources •seleniangnosis https://www.theoi.com/Cult/AthenaTitles.htmlhttps://www.britannica.com/topic/Athena-Greek-mythology https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Athenahttps://www.perseus.tufts.edu/Herakles/athena.html https://www.theoi.com/Olympios/Athena.html
https://www.worldhistory.org/athena/#google_vignettehttps://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses/athena/https://olympioi.com/greek-gods/athenahttps://ilfiorello.com/athena-the-importance-of-the-name/https://www.theoi.com/Cult/AthenaTitles.htmlhttp://www.goddess-athena.org/Encyclopedia/Rituals/Festivals/index.htm ATHENA'S BIRTH ON THE NIGHT OF THE DARK MOON - JSTOR 881 Athene - Wikipedia Athena | Olympian Goddess of Wisdom | Born from Zeus SkullGoddess Gift https://www.crystalvaults.com/goddess-athena/#:~:text=Crystals%20such%20as%20Azurite%2C%20Iolite,Athena%20can%20bring%20to%20you.Athena: Greek Goddess Of Wisdom And Craftsmanshiphttps://www.museandmoonstone.com/blogs/blog/crystals-goddess-athenaThoughtCohttps://www.thoughtco.com › what...What Are the Symbols of the Greek Goddess Athena?numeralgame.64g.ruhttp://www.numeralgame.64g.ru › ...Numerology and ancient Greek myths. Pythagorean numerological number 5. Goddess Gifthttps://goddessgift.com › goddessesAthena: Greek Goddess Of Wisdom And Craftsmanship Number Seven Facts, Symbolism & Meaning - Study.com Holy And Unholy Numbers - Street Directory Athena: Greek Goddess Of Wisdom And Craftsmanshipseleniangnosis travelingthief Titanomachy Definition, Myth & Impact - Study.com Athena Siblings - 1379 Words | Internet Public Library - IPL.org Athena Justice, Mythology Tarot Enamel Pin - LitJoy Crate Inner Goddess Tarothttps://innergoddesstarot.com › go...Goddesses in Tarot: Athenahttps://www.hellenion.org/athena/prayer-to-athena/https://www.tumblr.com/tarotbee
#the gods#hellenic devotion#hellenic polytheism#hellenic worship#doing the research for you#greek gods#greek mythology#ancient greek#greek pantheon#athena#athens#greek goddess#greek tumblr#greek myth#greek posts#greek quotes#roman mythology#ancient greece#roman goddess#ancient rome
39 notes
·
View notes
Note
Tolkien is theology, epic poetry, and linguistic analogy. Of course, you can enjoy it as a good fantasy book, but you're missing out on the richness of it if you do that. You, for example, reduce Sauron's character to a slay girlboss stereotype. Stupid people can read the Silmarillion but they won't truly understand it. It's telling that you confuse fandom (silly kids online) with the Tolkien community as a whole. You should stick to Heartstopper, you're opinions in Tolkien are embarrassing 😂
Anon, are you really judging other people's reading comprehension when you can't even figure out that a blog with a name like mine contains intentional crack and nonsense?
Are you really judging other people's reading comprehension when you think me saying that people shouldn't be intimidated out of reading The Silmarillion is the same as saying to ignore the elements that make it up?
Are you really judging other people's reading comprehension based on them being “silly kids online” when you (supposedly oh so wise one) are also here online with us? What are you doing at the devil's sacrament?
And what difference could it possibly make to your reading enjoyment if someone who doesn't “truly understand it” takes a stab at reading The Silm (or any Tolkien)? Reading more is literally how you develop your analysis skills, your vocab and even your general knowledge base. You can't complain that someone is “stupid” and then block them from learning. That makes zero sense.
Get off your high horse, anon.
32 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi so I’m an incoming freshman I have autism and ADHD I was wondering do you have any tips for high school specifically for people with autism and ADHD like me? Thank you for your time!!
Hi there,
It’s been out of school since 2015, so I’m rusty with tips. However I did find one article listing 12 tips that might help:
1. You don’t need ONE study space.
A well-stocked desk in a quiet place at home is key, but sometimes you need variety. Coffee shops, libraries, parks, or even just moving to the kitchen table will give you a change of scenery which can prompt your brain to retain information better.
2. Track more than HW in your school planner.
Keeping a calendar helps you plan ahead—but you’ve got more going on than just homework assignments! Make sure you’re marking your extracurricular, work, and social commitments, too. (Tests, band practice, away games, SAT dates, half-days and holidays are just a few examples of reminders for your planner.)
3. Start small.
If you’ve got a big assignment looming, like a research paper, stay motivated by completing a piece of the project every few days. Write one paragraph each night. Or, do 5 algebra problems from your problem set at a time, and then take a break.
4. School supplies (alone) don’t make you organized.
Come up with a system and keep to it. Do you keep one big binder for all your classes with color-coded tabs? Or do you prefer to keep separate notebooks and a folder for handouts? Keep the system simple—if it’s too fancy or complicated, you are less likely to keep it up everyday.
5. Get into a routine.
When will you make the time to do your homework every day? Find the time of day that works best for you (this can change day-to-day, depending on your schedule!), and make a plan to hit the books.
6. Learn how to create a distraction-free zone.
A study on workplace distractions found that it takes workers an average of 25 minutes to return to what they were working on pre-interruption. Try turning off your phone notifications or blocking Twitter (temporarily) on your computer so you can concentrate on the homework tasks at hand.
7. Get real.
When you’re looking at the homework you have to get done tonight, be realistic about how long things actually take. Gauging that reading a history chapter will take an hour and writing a response will take another 30 minutes will help you plan how you spend your time.
8. Use class time wisely.
Is your teacher finished lecturing, but you still have 10 minutes of class left? Get a jump on your chemistry homework while it’s still fresh in your mind. Or use the time to ask your teacher about concepts that were fuzzy the first time.
9. Look over your notes each night to make sure you've got it.
Fill in details, edit the parts that don’t make sense, and star or highlight the bits of information that you know are most important. Interacting with your notes will help you remember them. You can also use Homework Help to get your questions answered 24/7.
10. Study a little every day.
Cramming Spanish vocabulary for a quiz might work in the short-term, but when comes time to study for midterms, you’ll be back at square 1. You might remember the vocab list long enough to ace the quiz, but reviewing the terms later will help you store them for the long haul.
11. Don’t let a bad grade keep you down.
A rough start to the semester doesn’t have to sink your GPA. Take proactive steps by checking your grades regularly online and getting a tutor if you need one.
12. Make a friend in every class.
Find a few people you can contact from each of your classes if you have a homework question or had to miss class (and do the same for them!). Then when it comes time to study for exams, you'll already have a study group.
The article will be below:
I hope this helps. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️
75 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hiii!! So I saw your art of Yona Yona and he looks so fucking cool 😍😍😍 I'm desperately curious and noisy af so I hope it's okay if I ask a couple questions?
Like he's the one who made the fake vongola rings (love how you filled that plothole (?) btw that's awesome) so is he a jewellry maker? (is that even a word? I don't have to vocab for this, just blacksmith but for jewellery?)
Also you said he's a menace to society, so I assume he's chaotic? On scale of 1 to 10 with 1 being an angel that would do no wrong and 10 being "I've blown up a city block and I would do it again" what would you rate him chaos wise?
sorry for just randomly sliding into your inbox 😂 but I couldn't help myself 👉🏼👈🏼
Omg, thank you for taking interest in my skrunkly little man!
For context: I am the CEO of (moon) Bunny x (sun) Lion Oc x Canon ships and because Xanxus is out there with his Lion/Liger box weapon, I was like: "he needs a bunny boyfriend to knock him down a few hundred pegs"
Hence, Mr Yona Yona here. I thought it'd be cute to have a Y motif/name character for the X motif character too LOL.
I am rewatching KHR with two friends and when the fake Vongola rings got brought up, I was sat there wondering WHO THE FUCK could've made perfect replicas? I was already thinking of making an OC so I had the idea of filling that plot hole.
At the moment, Yona has the mist/cloud flames attribute. Regardless, he has the ability to essentially copy and paste any solid object with his mallet/hammer. (he can't copy/paste living things though like humans and animals) It just costs a LOT of energy depending on how intricate the object is.
Eg. Duplicating money isn't much of an issue , that's mostly how he gets by. But if he tried to duplicate something like the rings or the ten year bazooka, he'd be out for a few hours / or days.
I need to brush up on my KHR flame lore (looks at shimon arc's flames and ugly cries at my memory) but I am the rabbit/moon OC maker ever so I've been trying to cook up a Moon Flame for him to possess too. Maybe it's a branch of flame of night or something idk, I really need to study the flames again HAHA
As for being a menace- He 'TRIES' to be lowkey because the mafia crowd are after him to take advantage of his ability. Cause imagine being able to perfectly duplicate deadly weapons. Yikes. But he also hates the mafia so if he is cornered and he gets the chance, yeah, he'd cause problems ON PURPOSE and make things worse for them and himself out of sheer pettiness LOL
So I think on the scale it'd be like an 8. He'd blow up a city if it means he could make the mafia that are after him groan in despair.
ALSO I should add, his backstory is that: he was involved in the same experiment Mukuro, Ken and Chikusa were in and as a result, he ended up with this copy/paste ability. They were basically using him to mass produce possession bullets until one day he just copy/pasted the master keys of the lab and made a run for it.
He's been on the run since and has BEEF with Xanxus after the whole fake vongola ring incident. He's kinda on the hit list because he's potential danger anyways but he doesn't pass up the chance to mock the Varia w
SORRY FOR THIS DUMP , I hope it's coherent . . .
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
Takamina Space 24.02.09
list of topics + timestamps
(just content list need to orgainze my notes)
He started by reading fans' comments and after the 1 hour mark it's more him just going off on what he thinks the job of a screenwriter is in relation to a yearly kid-oriented toku. All around interesting stuff. Lore-wise, answered Sayonara Moffun, Glodi's origin and how he decide to contrast Morf and Suzume. The character creating order part he mentioned before in the Ch2 start roundtable with KMH and Giramie.
05:58 record-breaking number of fans coming in as extras, high-five on the finale set at Kamihori's order
07:58 Q: Jeramie's facial expression change at ep46
09:10 Q: ep3 Hime signature line
10:48 Q: drawn in because of Gira's scene ep1, no him no kingoh
11:32 Q: love Goroge's silence wheng Bugnarok forms their nation ep26
12:15* Q: love that characters of every age, gender and race has a moment to shine
14:42 Q: thought Himeno was selfish but saw her defend kogane, like her from there ep1
15:30 Q: review from ep1, all of Racules's expressions and lines now have different meaning
A: Yeah, right! I was the only one that get to say "Amazing! Yano-san!" for a long time…
15:56* any clues you prepped but can't use?
17:26 op song is difficult for kids to sing along
18:53 hime gira scene ep46
22:40* TKM not involved in g-ro so he enjoy "ko not written by me"
24:54* sayonara moffun
26:52* difficult vocab/"Living is hell" line - only possible because it's movie not for tv, not sth you drink down with dinner
27:58 love pollinator combi -> 29:00 build chara order, who's who's contrast
30:25* Glodi origin
34:40* what do you think of ep28?
36:08* how do you come up with action scenes?
38:21 Q: I made friends because of KO!
A: the power of television providing a common conversation topic for ppl
40:25* creating Yanma
42:20 Why did the crown lance change to chikuwa by Goma? (It looks like one)
42:50 Bug soldier
44:10** on (not)resolving Rita's undisclosed gender.
44:40** Suzume & Moru
48:33 the subtext of D8's akarui line/writing process
54:11 Who is easy/difficult to write (lit. make them move)?
56:55 Did you mark in script when a clue will be retrieved?
1:00:58 Did you decide how Gira will call his brother from the start?
1:02:51 How do you fulfill bandai's ad target?
1:03:35 What it means to be a screewriter
1:05:20 "I can do the Kingoh dance. I did it at CEYS."
1:05:40 on widening target audience
1:07:07 CG use
1:09:45 shows made for kids vs made for adults
1:14:10 the position of "screenplay" in a production
#kotw#kingohger#takamina#the last space he answered the bugnarok rights problem actually but since then ep46+ has shown he answer that in show too
11 notes
·
View notes
Note
if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog ! (you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to!)
*points* ANOTHER ONE
luckily for you I loveeee to talk about myself :> (not really but also kinda lmao)
1. I have many stuffed animals stuff. I used to sleep with one every single night but the wear and tear of using her as basically a pillow forced her into retirement :( [‘She’ as in a stuffed Build-A-Bear bunny named flower, her fabric has flowers on it (i’m so original I know)]
2. I am ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS take song recs. I can’t and won’t promise i’ll listen to it like immediately (I have some decency to not lie compulsively) (rip into the lantern waste album that @/silvercaptain24 recommended awhile ago I never finished listening :’) ) but i’m a strong believer in how music is a super strong indicator of how you are as a person vibes-wise so I think that sharing music is like sharing your soul but in a way that society deems cool and not weird
I’m trying to think of something that’s like not quasi-deep lmao. These are supposed to be general-public fun not things I consider fun!
Okay okay I think i’ve got something
3. English/Grammar is something I deeply despise on a spiritual level. Perhaps i’m good at it, and perhaps i’ve gotten a few 100% on a few essays cuts to extreme celebration bc i’ve never gotten 100% on an english essay before this year but I LITERALLY hate english/grammar/reading comprehension/like most thinks in this vein. Should I consider creative writing apart of this medium? Maybe. But also creative writing doesn’t make me THINK ABOUT WHY JOHN ATE A RED DELICIOUS APPLE AND NOT A GOLDEN DELICIOUS APPLE he’s an idiot that’s why. I took german for two years, and the thing I struggled with most was how it all grammatically fit together. I did great on vocab, I have awesome memory retention for that kind of stuff. But grammar/english/whatever the fuck you wanna call this STUPID SUBJECT is the one academic subject that continues to elude and frustrate me to no end. Like, I’m in Calc 1 rn and while it’s hard it’s not *hard* hard? Math is something that clicks, science is something that clicks, art is something that clicks (on an intellectual level, not really a performance level if you get what I mean) BUT ENGLISH JUST SUCKS. Guh
ahem anyways I shall take my leave now
#man I always forget how much I venhemently hate english until I bring it up myself#lmao the rant#There’s a lot of stuff I consider fun to talk about#but a lot of people would probably think me weird#but also i’m on tumblr for goodness sake#idk I love rambles fr#if for some reason you wanna hear me ramble hmu#like fr if it’s a topic I feel something strongly abt I’ll do it
6 notes
·
View notes
Note
Do you have any voice headcanons for the afton's? Do they have any catchphases/phases they always say?
the only afton whos voice ive really ever thought about was Williams
i dont have one for evan or elizabeth with them being children and all, most kids voices kind of all sound the same to me, and mrs afton just sounds like a woman in my head lol, i know thats very general but its the best i got
for William, he sounds like this in my head, skip ahead about a minute the intros a bit long
and michaels always sounded like trent reznor in my head, if you dont know who that is hes the lead singer of this band, NIN
catchphrase wise... michael says eat shit a lot and williams always reciting bible verses, evan and liz's vocab half consists of the word "daddy" which gets very annoying to Will, and when Elanor was alive the thing she said most was probably "oh shut it Will"
this was a good ask! really got me thinkin lol
12 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
mariamariabea-blog
Daily Dose of Chorva
eccentricpaintface
I kinda like Fallout. A bit. A lot.
abelswoes
𝔧𝔧 ✨🌙
sheraandthemastersoftheuniverse
We’re Gonna Win in the End
tumblngphilopoet
Tumblng PhiloPoet