it's sometimes just one

slavic languages gothic

You see a sentence written in cyrillic. Some of the letters are familiar. You see the meaning shimmering underneath the surface. You almost grasp it, but it slips away. The letters on the page mock you silently.

You know this Czech word. You’ve already learnt it in Polish. It is not the same word. It is a grave insult. Your slavic friends are shocked and embarassed for you when they hear you speak it.

There is a sentence in Croatian. There is a sentence in Serbian. There is a sentence in Bosnian. They are all the same sentence.

You have to write about your day in Slovak. You spend the night polishing the draft. You fail your assigment. It’s written in Czech. You don’t know Czech.

P is not what it seems. You have to remember that.

The Croatian sentence does not mean what the Bosnian sentence means. They both mean the same in Serbian.

That word has a diminutive. The diminutive has its own diminutive. The diminutive of the diminutive also has a diminutive. Nobody knows what the final diminutive of a word is. Some say the knowledge had been lost in centuries past and matrioshkas are the echo, the tangible warning left for us to remember. No living creature should hold the means of diminishing something into nonexistence.
Others say you may still find some of them in old soviet textbooks, if you dare to look in abandoned schools of Chernobyl.

Someone is speaking to you. Is that a he or a she? You aren’t sure. It’s an abstract concept. Why does it have gender.

You see a word in a dictionary. It has seventeen letters and only one vowel. You close the dictionary very carefully not looking at the phonetic transcription. The shape of it haunts you in your sleep. You wake up face damp with tears, a bitter taste on your tongue. The clock blinks 3:03AM. You do not dare look up that word again.

This word means the same thing in the five slavic languages you’re familiar with. You use it in the sixth one. That word does not exist in this language. It never did. There is now a word-shaped void in the fabric of this language. The natives look at you uneasily. There is a new quality to the silence and your palms start to sweat.

H is not H. H is not H. H is not H. H is not H.

One day you flip through your dictionary. A page is missing. What was the word? You can’t remember. There is pressure building at the back of your head. The clock blinks 3:03AM.

You write my name is in cyrillic. There are shadows dancing on the walls. They grow longer with each letter you write down. It is not cyrillic you’re using. You keep writing my name is. The shadows now bleed from the tip of your pen. It’s irrelevant. You need to remember the right letters.

N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not… If only you could remember the letters. The letters are important. What was it, that wasn’t N?

There are nine different prefixes you can add to a verb to change its meaning. There are fifty three different suffixes you have to add to a verb to make it work. In the end the only thing left of the original is a vague shape of one of its middle consonants. You can feel the anguish radiating from the verb’s mutialted form. A desperate sob escapes through your clenched teeth. You’re so, so sorry, you didn’t meant to. You didn’t. It doesn’t matter.

You now read a text in Russian. You’ve never learnt Russian. Why are you reading that text? The words burn your eyes, the meaning searing your mind.

There’s a shot of vodka in front of you. You don’t drink alcohol. You don’t care. All existence is meaningless, your soul’s in eternal pain. A broken matrioshka lays at your feet. There is no salvation, she says boring into your eyes. You open your mouth to answer, but there is only a burst of harsh rustle. It dies in whispering echoes a moment later. Your glass is empty again.

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
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  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*

Royalty AU - Crown Princess Marinette of the Dupain-Cheng Twin Kingdoms

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(Adrien, Alya, Nino, Chloé, Sabrina, Juleka, Rose, Nathaniel, Alix, Kim) (other classmates coming soon)

sketch of some sort (๑ↀᆺↀ๑)

i’m sure you can only grow these in the bae area though

A preview of this kenhina doujin💞💞💞

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Leading Suspects: Master Post

Hooray for completed fics! As promised, my final post regarding this story, now that I’m caught up with cross-posting it, complete with links! For your convenience and reading preference:

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And for those of you who have too much time or just prefer tumblr reading or whatever: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Epilogue.

Enjoy! And…Platypus!!!

A few things I’ve learned in life

1. just because they are older, that doesn’t mean they are better than you

2. just because they are older does not make them “more right” than you

3. Always listen to the other side of the story

4. Diffusing situations with comedy works a lot of the time, but sometimes it doesn’t 

5. Its okay to cry for someone, to cry at funerals, to cry because something is sad. Crying doesn’t make you weak it makes you human

6. But also not crying is fine too

7. some people will just not like you, its not always your fault and sometimes you can’t fix it

8. Everyone has a story, if you look at everyone like book you haven’t read yet then life becomes far more interesting 

9. School is important, but not the most important

10. You should take mental health days

11. Don’t let people give you shit for taking care of yourself, you are important 

12, You’ve probably changed someone’s life in some way, no matter how small. 

13. If you love someone you should probably tell them, even if its platonically, people still need to hear that they are loved 

14. Sometimes frienships don’t last, its no ones fault. Sometimes it just happens

15. Helping people does feel good, 

16. Smile at people, compliment them,  maybe just say hi

17. You will regret something, but you can’t waste your life thinking about what you regret. 

I’ve recently seen to many cases of people being forced out of the closet by their friends. Straight people have this idea that because they “know” that no one will care if someone is gay or not, they think outing their friends is not an issue, and completely acceptable. Possibly thinking they are helping their friend. This needs to stop. Let people come out of the closet when they want to and how they want to. There is no wrong or right way, or time. Just because you don’t think it is a big deal, doesn’t mean it isn’t for the one who you outed. Coming to terms with your sexuality can be a difficult time, please don’t push someone before they are ready. To anyone who has ever outed someone without their permission: you don’t always see all the consequences to your actions.

anonymous asked:

So, I had this idea of a werewolf au with Dark, Anti, and the reader, but that's about as far as my brain would go with it. Would you be interested in thinking something up for it? If not, that's totally fine.

Hmm, I’m sure I can come up with something. I feel like a bulleted list would help better in organizing ideas. Perhaps if this AU is in high demand, I might actually write something for it.

  • Dark and Anti have been competing with each other so much that they’ve recognized and actually look out for each others’ smells. They also get unreasonably angry when they smell the other on you.
  • “What have you been doing with him?” “Just hanging out.” “Well, don’t. The mangy mutt will ruin you.”
  • “̨̰̮̲̲͈W̦͙̱̘̗̱o̙w͇̜̜̜̦,͖̲̝ ̲̙͠ỵ͇͔͔̖o҉̼͓̦̝̟̤u̺̪̩̺̱͚͜ͅ ͇̪̣͇͠ͅs̬m̙̰̀e̴̟̺l̡̝̭͈̻̠̳͍l̟ ̮͡a̲w̩̫̯̖̗f̫͓̺̳̣̱u̘̯͚̪l̥.̖̤̕ ̨̗̪͓D̶̯̤͈̼̗á͕̭͖̳͎͓̻r̨͉̮͚ḵ̶̩̭̯̹̭y͎͓͎̬̼ ̴̬b͖e͕e͓͖̻̯̘͘n̺͔̠͔ ̦͉͓a̧r̗̟̗͎̳̮͔ou̦̯̭̺n̻͈̦̹̻̠̝d̦ ̰̱͇͓̀a̠̹g͙̮̺a̝͘i͢n̵̯͙̰?͚̗͖̼͎̮̘"̱̼͙̫ͅͅ “What’s it to you?”  “̤̞̕W̫͚̩ḥ̩͝a̰̜̞̺̯͙t̜͇͙͕ ͔̗ç̗̦̦ͅa͏n͕͖̘͚̘̩͔ ̭̝̀I̼̗̖̟̖̟̠ ͢s̀a̭y̨͎̰͕, ̷̞͓͔͙̪̳ͅĮ͓͉̮͙'̤̰̖͎ͅm̱̱̘͇̖ ̦t͔̹̯̣́e̘̮͔̙̻͝r̛͚͍̩̗r̦̪̫͈̥̤̖it̥͇̫̞͈̼o̝̩r̶ia͕͈̝̳l̺͢.͚̠ ̤̭͘ͅDơ̘n̩̭̼'̵t͇̲̯̳̖̦ ͖̭̱̖̟̺ͅĺ̥̤̬̫i͠k͕͖͠ẹ̺̪̝̖ ̸̪̮̫̱̤̙̝h҉̦i̵̦̠̫̭͚̜m̘̫̯̯̹ͅ.̴̫ͅ"̺̱̙͕̪̰
  • Those two have been in more scraps than you could imagine. Anti’s probably got a chip missing from his ear, and Dark’s got scars on him that he tries to keep hidden.
  • They could just move on, but that’s basically losing, and neither of them wanna admit defeat.
  • Dark as a wolf tends to have more fur on him, but Anti’s actually warmer.
  • Dark is also the bigger of the two. He’s bulkier.
  • Anti is the faster of them, probably because he’s more lean and agile.
  • Anti also smells like blood a lot. Dark tends to keep himself clean to mask any sort of unpleasant scent.
  • Anti nuzzles. A lot. That’s his affection, and he’s certainly more affectionate than Dark.
  • Dark shows his affection through gifts. He’s a more refined hunter than Anti is so he pulls this off better anyway.
  • Anti is more likely to howl.
  • Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, he’s more in tune to his canine habits than Dark, who tries to hold on to his more “human” side. Not that he was ever really human in the first place. He just prefers sophistication.
The first and last words of each song on 1989.
  • Welcome To New York: walking through york
  • Blank Space: nice name
  • Style: midnight style
  • Out of the Woods: looking good
  • All You Had to Do Was Stay: people stay
  • Shake It Off: I shake
  • I Wish You Would: it's back around
  • Bad Blood: 'cause hey
  • Wildest Dreams: he said pretend
  • How You Get the Girl: stand the girl
  • This Love: clear to me
  • I Know Places: you stand with me
  • Clean: the drought was clean
  • Wonderland: flashing in wonderland
  • You Are In Love: one love
  • New Romantics: we're free