made up languages

Sun letters and Moon letters in Arabic 

In the Arabic alphabet, there are 28 letters; 14 of them are the so called Sun Letters (حُرُوف شَمْسِيّة), the other 14 are the Moon Letters (حُرُوف قَمَرِيّة). Depending on whether a word starts with a Sun Letter or a Moon Letter, the article ال is pronounced differently. 
The rules for this are quite simple: 

If a word starts with a Moon Letter, ال is pronounced al. 
If a word starts with a Sun Letter, you do not pronounce the ل (lam; like the english letter l) in the article ال. What happens here is that the ل is assimilated. Instead, you pronounce the first letter of the word, the Sun Letter, with a ّ - a shadda; that means it’s pronounced twice, like in the word الشَّمْس (ash-shams; the sun) for example or in الرَّجُل (ar-rajul; the man). 

These are the Moon Letters: 

أ ب ج ح خ ع غ ف ق ك م ه و ي

And these are the Sun Letters: 

ت ث د ذ ر ز س ش ص ض ط ظ ل ن

Now, technically speaking, you have to memorize them. There’s not really a way around it; but maybe you can make out some patterns as to which letters are Sun Letters and which ones are Moon Letters. For example, you might notice that a lot of Moon Letters tend to be pronounced in the back of your mouth or your throat whereas your tongue plays a more important role in pronouncing the Sun Letters. They’re pronounced in a way that would make it difficult for you to pronounce them together with the letter ل. Try saying al-schams (الشَّمْس; the sun) instead of saying ash-shams or al-rajul (الرَّجُل; the man) instead of ar-rajul and you might realize it’s more difficult than saying for example al-qamar (القَمَر; the moon) or al-bait (لبَيت; the house). 

I do recommend you practice these if memorizing things isn’t for you. To help you, I have compiled a list with words that start with Sun Letters and words that start with Moon Letters. Knowing example-words that start with the letters in question helps me personally remember which ones are Sun Letters and which ones are Moon Letters the best so maybe it’ll help you too! 
(Feel free to point out mistakes or suggest corrections and bear with me because of the transliteration. I’ve only ever learnt how to do it in German.)

Edit: it’s الْفيلم, I forgot the ي! Sorry :)

tjlc has always been a vocal minority because a) it is unbelievable and people cannot and do not believe it, so b) everybody who DOES needs to post their thoughts and ideas to find everybody else and corroborate as much evidence as possible in order to c) further convince ourselves, because, as ever, it is unbelievable and difficult to believe

i understand that this episode seems to prove that this is delusional behavior that creates and confirms itself, but to me, the show remains written in a language that i can read, and i’m not convinced that i’ve just made up a language, not yet–especially when that language is telling me “the show is in hell” and “don’t give up after three.”

as ever, posting about and believing in tjlc is not a slight on anybody else. everyone is entitled to their own opinions and feelings, but so am i–i am entitled to enjoy the experience of watching sherlock and to continue to trust mark and steven. i can’t put myself in the shoes of an outsider, and i’m sure it’s uncomfortable and knife-twisting if you’re hurt and it feels like it’s all over, but it’s also deeply hurtful to me to see my friends suggesting that i’m a bad person for theorizing about this, or delusional, or that i don’t care about the harm that has just been done. i’m a lesbian myself, and of course i have my own opinions about how these decisions might impact queer viewers. do they differ from yours? probably. do i think that anyone who feels differently has brought these bad feelings upon themselves? of course not.

given the ending of the final problem, i think the idea that anybody would “wait til series five” to see if johnlock happens is fucking ridiculous and won’t occur. tfp as a whole is designed to downplay johnlock as much as possible, and if that’s the resolution, then, well, fuck! they basically said, “up yours, tjlc!” damn! my having hope for the show right now has absolutely no bearing whatsoever on how the show will be critically received. bbc one received thousands of complaints, the media is tearing the episode to pieces. people hate it. everyone hates the show and its terrible finale! if this is true, and tjlc is running on fumes until it gets kicked off a cliff on january 29th, shouldn’t your primary emotion for the people still holding out hope be… sympathy? i don’t even WANT sympathy, but it’d be much kinder than the vibes of resentment and annoyance that i’m feeling right now

tjlc is not about changing minds or winning followers or excusing the show of its every flaw. it’s about reading sherlock like a puzzle and deducing that an emotional and romantic climax is on the way. i understand if you don’t believe it. it’s unbelievable. people have been telling me how unbelievable it is for three years.

but it’s been three years since tjlc, and five days since the final problem–please do not fault me for holding out hope (although, of course, i cannot stop you).

How concise Latin is! The language, like Roman architecture, is sturdy, carefully fitted together, built to withstand the incursions of time. Roman edifices and bridges have weathered millennia, one heavy stone placed next to or atop another, their mortar the architectural equivalent of declensions and conjunctions. Everything fits snugly, compactly. Thats what gives the language its ponderous feel and its grandeur.
… Language, like architecture, is an ever-evolving structure that we create and re-create throughout our lives. The new always incorporates what came before. No attempts at a made-up “universal” language have ever taken hold. Nor has classical proportion been replaced by “modern proportion.”
—  Ann Patty, Living With a Dead Language

i love when new words like “genderfluid” or “pansexual” are added to the dictionary, ignorant people complain that they’re not real, actual words because they’re “made up”
i don’t know how to tell you this but all words are made up
that is how languages are developed

Joker x deaf!Reader Part 10

A/N Sorry I haven’t been updating often, I’m off for Christmas break in about a week so hopefully I’ll have time to write then.  I have a lot things in my inbox that I’ll answer after school, so I got your messages but I just haven’t had time to reply.

Y/N creases her brow and shakes her head as J moves his fingers. She’s trying to teach him sign language, and so far he hasn’t been taking any of it seriously. He’s been making inappropriate hand gestures for the last five minutes. Right now he moved his fingers in a walking motion before making them leap off of his leg. They landed on whatever J was seeing on their carpet. He then pointed to her.

“I’m- jumping off a cliff?” He smiled and shrugged. She had to admit, she liked that they made up their own little language between them. He was in one of his good moods today, as they usually spent time together when he wasn’t angry. Sometimes it was board games, the lessons of sign language that she tried to teach him, or sometimes it was just them staring at each other, as creepy as that sounds. But, he was beautiful. She loved his tattoos, bad boys were always her type. Of course she was too good to have any.

“I want a tattoo.”

J grunted in response. Or at least it looked that way since his his body moved.

“Like, one of yours?”

“I’ll think about it. What would you want? Your move.” He moved his piece on the board, already winning. J seemed to forget she was deaf sometimes, because he spoke with his head turned downwards.  Y/N tapped his chin up. She knew he was ok with it because he has done it with her before. It seemed like he was always pulling her hair or gripping her chin. At first it was annoying, but now it has become their thing. Even though J hasn’t learned sign, they sometimes don’t even need words to communicate.

“A butterfly, maybe? A heart?”

J laughed at how ‘good girl’ those sounded.

“Why don’t you just tattoo on your forehead, ‘I’m a good person’?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

………..

Y/N fidgeted as J prepared the tattoo gun. He wouldn’t let her back out after she begged him.

“Will it hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. How much?”

“A lot.”

“You know you’re suppose to help me feel better.”

“Are you sure you want it here?”

“Yes.” She let out a shaky breath while he got to work.

After he was done, she winced at the burning on her wrist. It was possibly the smallest tattoo J has ever seen, but it was her request. It was a cute little crown, and J rolled his eyes when she told him it would always remind her of him.

“Ok. My turn.”

“What?” She gave him a confused look as he sat at the chair she previously sat at.

“You’re going to give me one.”

“What?” J rolled his eyes and extended his arm.

“Draw a crown.”

“I-I can’t really draw….”

“Do your best. Right in the same spot I put yours.” She thought it was cute how he was willing to let her give him a girly tattoo. He barely flinched, and she may have gotten too excited because the tat was slightly shaky. He assumed theirs looked the same so he shrugged.

“Do you like it?” She looked giddy, slightly bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“It’s my favorite.” He replied and pulled her into a kiss.

…..

Y/N noticed she’s been feeling different lately. Just going down the stairs made her lose her breath and her back started hurting. She tried to think nothing of it, but the nagging thought in the back of her mind couldn’t be ignored.

She sighed, feeling the anger build up as she looked for J. He always left her and she spent most of the day alone. On the bright side, J was supposed to teach her how to shoot a gun today. She noticed he made her a lot more angry lately and her patience with him has been thin, another thing that added to her suspicions.

As she was getting some french fries- a craving she has been having lately- she screamed as two hands settled on her shoulders. She rolled her eyes when she felt a kiss on her cheek, the body behind her slightly swaying with his arms wrapped around her stomach. The idiot was probably whispering things in her ear. She slammed her plate down and elbowed him in the stomach, hard enough to make him let go of her. As she was walking away he ran up behind her and lifted her up, spinning her around before setting her down and taking her face in his hands. He kissed her before she could pull away, and felt her melting under his touch. He was relieved when he saw she had a smile on her face. She wasn’t the only one who had noticed her mood swings.

…………………

“Like this?” Y/N was hesitant as she held the gun in her hands, J standing behind her.

“Go ahead, doll, daddy doesn’t have all day.” Y/N spoke up when she didn’t see him give any confirmation because he wasn’t in her line of sight.

“Like this?” She said again, and he rolled his eyes and shoved her shoulder, causing her to fire the gun. She missed the target completely, and she didn’t want to tell him it was his fault. Turning to him, she gave him apologetic look while he looked less than amused.

“Sorry, sorry!”

“I thought you were deaf, not blind.” Y/N blinked, not sure she read right. Clenching her jaw, she shoved the gun at him and angrily walked away. J rolled his eyes and grabbed her elbow.

“Let go of me.” J was a little shocked, he’s never heard her sound so angry. She snatched her arm from his grip and walked out of the room.

“Baby, you know daddy adores you- fuck.” He doesn’t know why he expects her to react by calling after her.

Later, he found her on their bed, reading a book. He carefully approached her and hesitantly pulled on a lock of her hair before releasing, as if she would bite him. He did it again and then jerked his arm back. Her face scrunched up, and she glared at her book. J sighed before poking her on her cheek. He kept doing it until she smacked his hand away.

“Stop it.”

J let out an angry purr and laid his head on the bed. He was on his knees, and his hands were spread out on the sides of his head. She should have seen this coming. Low growling noises were coming from his throat, and he pounced on her, knocking the book from her hands.

“J!” He tackled her off the bed. Being sure to press her head to his neck, he snarled and purred. Placing a knee to her stomach, making sure to not put any weight on it, he holds her hands above her head.

“Well, well, what’s my prize?”

“Let go of me.”

“I think it should be a kiss.”

“Oh, well, I might not know where your mouth is, since I’m blind too.” She snarkily replies. He leans his head back, laughing.

“O-ho-ho-oh, are you… mad at me?” He puts his face close to hers, nipping at her nose.

“Stop”

“Ma-a-ke me” He sing-songed. She huffed, and he saw tears threatening.

“Aw, my unresponsive little minx. My little deaf daredevil. My sweet-”

“Leave me alone.” The tears overflowed, and he made sure to kiss them away.

“Aw, baby. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He nuzzled her face like a cat, purring and relentless until she forgave him. “Baby.” He kissed her face until she gave a shaky sigh.

“Alright, alright, let me go.” He moved his head like a snake, giving her the best pouty look he had.

“You’re still mad at me.” His teasing tone went unnoticed, and she sniffed.

“No, now let me up.” J dramatically sighed and rolled off of her, curling on the floor beside her. She could tell he was in a playful mood by the way he landed, his hand coming up to paw at her shoulder.

“Hey, hey, Y/N, hey, hey Y/N” He kept pawing at her until she looked at him. He was laying on his side with his hair falling in his face, while wearing a big smile.

“What?”

“Whatcha reading?” The smile made it hard for her to read what he said, so she irritably sighed and shrugged him off with an,

“I don’t know.” She continued to read the book on the ground, knowing he would pull something if she stood up. He wanted her attention, so he usually acted like a child until he received it. Pushing himself up on his elbows, he wormed and wiggled his way over to her. She made the mistake of having the book too far from her, giving him space to worm over her lap.

“J-oh my god- J!” He wiggled in her lap, laying on his stomach, her arms pinned down beneath him.  

“Does my butt look big from this angle?” He tried to turn his head towards her, but she still missed all of what she said. He sighed and maneuvered himself so that he was sitting in her lap.

“Read to me.”

“What, you forgot how?” She snapped, in no mood for his childish antics. His hands went to her sides, and he took note of how she tensed.

“Oh, ticklish?”

“Leave me alone.”  J threw his head back and groaned, deciding she would need more coddling. He slid off of her lap and then pulled her between his legs, her back to his chest. He kissed every piece of her face he could reach.

“You’re so grouchy.” He chuckled as she continued to glare at her book. “Read to me.” He slammed his head against hers, in what he thought was an affectionate way.

“Ow! Would you stop? Can you not leave me alone for five minutes? Let go of me!” She could feel the anger in the pit of her belly, and she was more than done with him at this point. He was getting tired of her attitude as well, so he tightened his grip on her.

“Doll, read to me. Let me hear that beautiful voice.”

“Don’t you have someone to torture? You sociopath.” He smacked her thigh, causing her to yelp as he let out an amused laugh.

“Woah-ho-ho, Isn’t it interesting how honest a little deaf doctor can be when they’re angry? Were you keeping that diagnosis from me ever since Arkham, pumpkin?”

“Leave me alone. I’m serious, Joker.” He let out a loud laugh, and she clenched the book tighter in her grasp as his grip on her tightened.

“OH! Joker now, is it?” He put his face beside hers and stared at her as she glared at her book. “Hoooonnnneeey” He smacked her thigh again, which was the final straw for her.

“Leave me alone!” She turned around and slammed the spine of the book in his face. His arm shot out and grabbed her wrist, saving him from a broken nose. It didn’t stop the total impact though, he sure felt that and the blood dripping down his nose. It made him smile knowing that his innocent little girl just hit him with her book. He started laughing at her expression.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I’m so sorry.” She started sobbing, trying to wipe the blood off of his face while he laughed.  She kept repeating, “I’m so sorry” and he grabbed her hands to stop her trying to clean him.

“Doll, who knew you had it in you? You really are my little deaf daredevil. But now I get to punnnish you!” He sang as she continued to cry, not catching anything he’s said. She hasn’t been trying to understand anything, really.

“Awww.” He placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her to his chest, her still sobbing.

When she calmed down after all of the coddling, he grabbed her chin and made her look at him.

“You’ve been moody lately, baby. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.” She sniffled, and he growled at her playfully.

“Oh, my naughty little girl. I’m gonna get you for that, doll.” When she didn’t smile, he leaned in as if to plant a kiss on her cheek. When his lips made contact with her skin he blew a raspberry, and held her down while he tickled her sides. It brought a smile to his face when he heard her squeals and giggles, and he playfully grabbed her hips and pulled her over his lap.

“No! Let go!” She giggled and tried to worm away, but he held her in a firm grip, laughing as she squirmed. He playfully smacked her butt and she squealed, turning around to knee him in the stomach. They wrestled with each other for a minute before she was able to straddle him while he was still in a criss-cross position. He felt her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath, a permanent smile on her face. Feeling daring after their little moment, she stuck out her tongue and licked the blood she smeared on his face. J growled, an animalistic sound from the back of his throat, and didn’t bother trying to make it to the bed.

anonymous asked:

At lest his hearing going out make sense, it's not like skeletons have ears. :3

I’m not very good yet, so I hope I didn’t flub up too bad. It’s really useful when talking to Raj though, since they’re mute. Figured it would be a good way of bonding with them.

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Favorite BDJ moments in Something Rotten! (Brian’s final SR! performance countdown 9/10):  2 - God I Hate Shakespeare

“They say ‘Will you’re such a genius and your writing is divine!’
‘A rose by any other name is such a clever line!’
And they’re all ‘OOOH’ and he’s all ‘STOP’
and they’re all ‘YAY!’ and I’m all ‘UGGH’
and I’m REALLY GETTING SICK OF IT!
”  

What About Hearing Impaired Junkrat

Junkrat having piss poor hearing after years of  detonating explosives at such close range

Junkrat constantly and obnoxiously yelling “WOT WAS THAT, MATE??” when speaking to softer-voiced characters such as Mei and Zenyatta

Junkrat and Roadhog having their own made up form of sign language only they understand, mostly involving crude and disgusting gestures that offend and horrify the other heroes

Mercy trying to give Junkrat an actual hearing aid but he won’t wear it because it’s not metal and cool looking like his prosthetics and he insists it’ll make him look as old as “Soldier Gramps over there, ahahahahaa!”

And some shippy stuff under the cut…

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anonymous asked:

Your dialogue grammar is terrible. Just saying.

          are you ???   referring to the way chloe’s dialogue is worded ???   because if you are ???   do i need to remind you that chloe’s   FRENCH   and sometimes she words things a little weird.   it’s simply how she talks.   french grammatical structure is vastly different from english.   people who don’t speak it as their native tongue tend to word things in a way that native speakers might deem odd.   but ???   it doesn’t make what they’re saying   WRONG.   maybe ???   don’t expect everyone to speak perfect english ??