I know this isn’t really a linguistics blog anymore, but what do you call the “funny bone” (nerve by your elbow that tingles when you bump it) in Czech?

we call it "brňavka", which means

uh

"tingler" I guess

i love you singers whose vocals sound desperate i love you musicians who sound like if you don’t get this song out you’re going to explode i love you songs that sound like they’re dragging the vocalist with them 80 miles per hour down the highway tied to the back of a truck i love you voice cracks in emotional songs i love you unique voices i love you music that disturbs the comfortable and comforts the disturbed

pane. pane, nechci vám do toho kecat, ale... to není plně heterosexuální myšlenka.

design odznáčku, jež jsem vytvořil dle užasného coming outu Saturnina v této fanfikci, vytvorenou jedním z čumblů všech dob, @teplejtrouba

Je snad něco více saturninovského než pojmenovat sám sebe Saturnin?

@pigeonneaux

yes please

In my teen age there was (or still is) little to no sexuality affirming articles with healthy perspective on relationships and sex to read in my language so I’ve been reading that in English. Now I feel too awkward to express my thoughts about those topics in my language and constantly end up expressing them in English. I don’t want anglo-centralism or whatever it is called to eat up my right to express whatever I want in my language

I am afraid this is not helping with the "Will is not smol" debate

Florent Mothe in the music video for J'accuse Mon Père

Homosexuální pár?

Neeeee

To je jenom velmi intenzivní trampské kamarádství

Gentle reminder here that there are elder queers out there. Real elders, people in their 80s and 90s who survived, who are here. You can get there, old age does exist for us.

I know an old lesbian couple who have been married since the moment they legalized it. One woman can hardly walk anymore but she loves Hallmark ornaments, so her wife supports her against her walker during Christmas so she can look at them more easily.

I know a transgender man who started transitioning only 10 years ago at 60, and he's brilliant and funny and brings his grandchildren by to get sweets.

I know an asexual woman who, beamed and told me she absolutely loved not having a husband, and that she "never once regretted not getting married. I never felt that way about anybody! Why force it?" She lives with her parrot and loves salsa dancing.

Our elders exist. So many of us have been wiped out and erased on purpose, but we're here. And that means you can get there. When you're old and grey, when you're retired and done, there will be people who will love you and will care for you.

I’m really happy to announce that my photo “Pink Donut” First Place in the Still Life Category of the 2023 Chromatic Awards. Thank you to the jury for the honors. 

may I interest you in some old ass memes?

does anyone have. silly spock hcs. or spock facts. or wee pictures. idk anything cos the news is really starting to dawn on me

Some computer related jobs will periodically send you emails posing as phishing scams and if you open it you automatically have to take a web safety training seminar and I just think they should do that for tumblr except with reading comprehension

But there was a period of friction, when “hello” was spreading beyond its summoning origins to become a general-purpose greeting, and not everyone was a fan. I was reminded of this when watching a scene in the BBC television series Call the Midwife, set in the late 1950s and early 1960s, where a younger midwife greets an older one with a cheerful “Hello!” “When I was in training,” sniffs the older character, “we were always taught to say ‘good morning,’ ‘good afternoon,’ or ‘good evening.’ ‘Hello’ would not have been permitted.” To the younger character, “hello” has firmly crossed the line into a phatic greeting. But to the older character, or perhaps more accurately to her instructors as a young nurse, “hello” still retains an impertinent whiff of summoning. Etiquette books as late as the 1940s were still advising against “hello,” but in the mouth of a character from the 1960s, being anti-hello is intended to make her look like a fussbudget, especially playing for an audience of the future who’s forgotten that anyone ever objected to “hello.”

Because Internet, Gretchen McCulloch

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