so i'm just gonna post it and leave it here

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.

He thrust a hand out, palm open to Ritsu. “My name is Teruki Hanazawa. I’m the esper who’s better than you.”


I had the urge to mix my PS and MS Paint works into one image. And this scene from ABoT didn’t want to leave my thoughts so here it is!

* Don’t use without my permission, and please do not re-upload/re-post this anywhere <3

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anonymous asked:

Fenrys is a wolf, right? Fenrys is also mixed, right? So Fenrys could be called a mutt. Here's what I'm saying. "Mutt" was used an a derogatory word for mixed people of color. So basically, Sarah J Maas, wrote a mixed character and his animal form could be called a mutt. For mixed representation Sarah gave us a mutt, two mutts if you want to add in Connall.

Just gonna leave this here. 

It’d Take an Army

i’m sorry that this took so long ;-; i’ve been pretty busy this last week and my brain was having issues with the beginning of this one. but here it is! i’m glad you guys liked the last one, and i hope you enjoy this one just as much ♥

warnings: slight body horror

( @unprofessional-writer ♥♥)

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Three (more) characters per MBTI type:
  • INFJ: Merlin (BBC Merlin), Remus Lupin (Harry Potter), Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)
  • ENFJ: Riley Matthews (Girl Meets World), Mariana Adams Foster (The Fosters), Regina Mills (OUAT)
  • ISFJ: Ted Mosby (HIMYM), Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls), Ann Perkins (Park & Recreation)
  • ESFJ: Cersei Lannister (Game Of Thrones), Peggy Carter (Agent Carter), Karen Page (Daredevil)
  • INTJ: Sherlock Holmes (BBC Sherlock), Ben Wyatt (Parks & Recreation), Snape (Harry Potter)
  • ENTJ: Barney Stinson (HIMYM), Tom Riddle (Harry Potter), Rachel Duncan (Orphan Black)
  • ISTJ: Dexter Morgan (Dexter), Elsa (Frozen), Dwight Schrute (The Office)
  • ESTJ: Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Jack Thompson (Agent Carter), Red (OITNB)
  • INFP: Belle (Beauty And The Beast), Ellie Nash (Degrassi), Amélie Poulain (Amelie)
  • ENFP: Amy Pond (Doctor Who), Ariel (The Little Mermaid), Rebecca Sutter (HTGAWM)
  • ISFP: Shawn Hunter (Boy Meets World), Callie Jacob (The Fosters), Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson)
  • ESFP: Ron Weasley (Harry Potter), Foggy Nelson (Daredevil), Jasper Jordan (The 100)
  • INTP: Elliot Alderson (Mr Robot), Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds), Leo Fitz (Agents of SHIELD)
  • ENTP: Moriarty (BBC Sherlock), Gregory House (House MD), Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)
  • ISTP: Megara (Hercules), Raven Reyes (The 100), Jessica Jones (Jessica Jones)
  • ESTP: Han Solo (Star Wars), Nathan Scott (One Tree Hill), Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
  • Part 1:


act one,  part one.

-  ‘ flood will get you if the fire don’t. ‘
-  ‘ any way the wind blows. ‘
-  ‘ there ain’t a thing that you can do when the weather takes a turn on you. ‘
-  ‘ ain’t nobody gonna stick around when the dark clouds roll. ‘
-  ‘ set out walking and you don’t look back. ‘
-  ‘ where you going, there ain’t no one knows. ‘
-  ‘ don’t ask where, brother, don’t ask when. ‘
-  ‘ it was a world of gods and men. ‘
-  ‘ it’s an old song, it’s an old tale from way back when. ‘
-  ‘ it’s an old song, but we’re gonna sing it again. ‘
-  ‘ they were always singing in the back of your mind. ‘
-  ‘ it’s a sad song, but we sing it anyway. ‘
-  ‘ it’s a tale of a love that never dies. ‘
-  ‘ come home with me. ‘
-  ‘ i’m the man who’s gonna marry you. ‘
-  ‘ i’ve met too men like you. ‘
-  ‘ i’m not like any man you’ve met. ‘
-  ‘ you see the world? i’ll make it beautiful for you. ‘
-  ‘ only the gods can change the world. me and you can’t change a thing. ‘
-  ‘ are you always this confident? ‘
-  ‘ when you look at me, what do you see? ‘
-  ‘ so, why should i become your wife? ‘
-  ‘ what else you got? ‘ 
-  ‘ times being what they are, hard and getting harder all the time. ‘
-  ‘ lover, when i sing my song, all the birds gonna sing along. ‘
-  ‘ we’ll lie down in eiderdown, a pillow ‘neath our heads. ‘ 
-  ‘ so, what’s your song about? ‘
-  ‘ they lived off the land. ‘
-  ‘ it was sometimes famine, sometimes feast, depending on the wind. ‘
-  ‘ well, go on. sing your song. ‘
-  ‘ gather ‘round, you vagabonds. ‘
-  ‘ i’ll sing a song of a love gone wrong. ‘ 
-  ‘ and the sun, in turn, burned twice as bright. ‘
-  ‘ it’s not finished. ‘
-  ‘ i’m as free as a honeybee in a summertime frame of mind. ‘
-  ‘ when my man comes around, i know he’s gonna bring me down. ‘
-  ‘ for now, i’m living it up on top! ‘
-  ‘ you think i give a damn? ‘
-  ‘ why would he trade the sunshine for a couple of nickels and dimes? ‘
-  ‘ no one here’s a millionaire, but we’re living it up. ‘
-  ‘ what we have, we have to share. ‘
-  ‘ give me the sky. that you can’t buy or sell at any price. ‘
-  ‘ oh, i’m just getting started! ‘
-  ‘ who says times are hard? ‘
-  ‘ anybody want a drink? ‘
-  ‘ brother, pass that bottle around! ‘
-  ‘ if no one takes too much, there will always be enough. ‘
-  ‘ let the world we dream about be the world we live in now. ‘
-  ‘ he could make you see how the world could be, in spite of the way that it is. ‘
-  ‘ i was alone so long, i didn’t even know that i was lonely. ‘
-  ‘ i was cold so long, i didn’t even know that i was cold. ‘
-  ‘ this is how it’s always been. ‘
-  ‘ all i’ve ever known is how to hold my own, but now i wanna hold you, too. ‘
-  ‘ you take me in your arms and suddenly there’s sunlight all around me. ‘
-  ‘ for a moment i forget just how dark and cold it gets. ‘
-  ‘ i don’t wanna ever have to let go. ‘
-  ‘ say that you’ll hold me forever. say that the wind won’t change on us. say that we’ll stay with each other and it’ll always be this way. ‘
-  ‘ as long as we stay with each other, then it will always be like this. ‘
-  ‘ better go and get your suitcase packed. ‘
-  ‘ those who go, they don’t come back. ‘
-  ‘ i’ll be bored to death. ‘
-  ‘ takes a lot of medicine to make it through the wintertime. ‘
-  ‘ everybody dresses in clothes so fine, everybody’s pockets are weighted down. ‘
-  ‘ the wage is nothing, the work is hard. ‘
-  ‘ you’re early. ‘
-  ‘ i missed you. ‘
-  ‘ seems like he owns everything! ‘
-  ‘ kinda makes you wonder how it feels… ‘
-  ‘ the wind. it’s changing. winter is coming on. ‘
-  ‘ we have work to do. ‘
-  ‘ well, find me when you’re finished. ‘
-  ‘ and young love, too, grew old. ‘
-  ‘ if you wanna keep your head, you gotta keep your head low. ‘
-  ‘ in the coldest time of year, why is it so hot down here? ‘
-  ‘ it ain’t right and it ain’t natural! ‘
-  ‘ lover, you were gone so long. lover, i was lonesome. ‘
-  ‘ when you feel that fire, think of it as my desire. ‘
-  ‘ every year they have this fight! ‘
-  ‘ see, i’m putting myself through. ‘
-  ‘ all the pretty songs you sing ain’t gonna shelter us from the wind. ‘
-  ‘ in the darkest time of year, why is it so bright down here? ‘
-  ‘ when the gods are having a fight, everybody else better hold on tight. ‘
-  ‘ fire ain’t gonna light itself. ‘
-  ‘ every year it’s getting worse. ‘
-  ‘ i recall there was a time we were happy, you and i. ‘
-  ‘ everything i do, i do it for the love of you. ‘
-  ‘ if you don’t even want my love, i’ll give it to someone who does. ‘

just wanted to let y’all know

i’m leaving the tcc - i’m still very interested in true crime and will still sometimes post tc content, but this community and all the recent bullshit happening in here is getting on my nerves to an unbelievable extent…

i unfollowed most of the tcc people in my following list (except for the ones i consider my friends - y’all are here to stay, lmao) and will start following new blogs so, if you think your blog’s sugar and spice and everything nice or whatever, like this post and i’ll check your blog + probably follow you.

so, @ the true crime community as a whole: thanks for all the fun stuff that happened during my two years of being a part of this shitshow, but whatever, adios.

Secret Santa!AU

Pairing: MinKey (but really… my OT5 feels were out of control)
Length: 1k~
Rating: PG
Warning: This will make more sense if you’ve watched One Fine Day. Its set in the December following their OFD recordings (which happened in November for MinKey). I guess this is canon? Also… this is probably part one of three? But I don’t know yet lol

Summary: Minho’s gonna get Key the perfect present this year. 

“Nooooooo!” Taemin whined loudly as he unfolded the small slip of paper in his hands. Instantly, the rest of the band knew who he’d gotten for Secret Santa. Jonghyun and Jinki chuckled at Taemin’s misfortune and Key rolled his eyes. At the very least, this was the first time that it happened to Taemin.

They’d started doing a gift exchange during their trainee days because they were all short on money, but they’d kept up the tradition even after they’d received their first paycheck from SM. The five of them were all oddly sentimental about all the struggles they had been through as a group, each tradition they upheld and even the new ones they started were pleasant reminders of where they started and how they hope to grow together.

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Marissonshipping scenes that are important to me (long post, be warned)

TSME act II:

Alain spontaneously jumping to protect Mairin from Draco Meteor and getting injured in the process (cared about her well being more than his own)

TSME act III: 

Mairin first asking about Alain’s shoulder and then trying to stop Alain from going after Kyogre and Groudon (”But I don’t want anything to happen to you”) and Alain telling her to go home so she’d be safe

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it’s cruel irony, isn’t it?
to love a boy whose heart still beats,
lungs still breathe,
soul still keeps.

but he travels on.
so you write poetry for a poet
and wait.
—  on falling for travellers (e.p.)

mmmmmmfhggjjgjg i really want to keep going, but there’s a huge chance i have to stop at a bad point when i have to leave home for my flight. and i don’t want to do that, especially not for such an important trial.

so i think i’ll stop here and start playing again when we’ve settled down. maybe. unless i die from jet lag or something

like i said, from this point onward, assume that 1) my trip may not permit me to play the game as freely as i used to; and 2) videos will be rare or non-existent, so please don’t ask me to record anything.

thanks for your attention! hope you enjoy your day!

Uhh.. I’m just gonna leave my shitty writing right here for @ask-the-icelandic-little since I just basically spilled everything about the AU and it could possibly be a distraction of sorts? 

I should also tag @chinaichooseyou because I bet Dari would kick my ass if I let something from the Fantasy AU slide past her.

It’s no where near done, obviously, and I kind stopped mid sentence so…
Yeah. uhh… Here’s SwissAus? It switches perspectives a couple of times. I also haven’t read through it myself in a while, so prepare for cringyness 

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TMNT 2012: Ghosts that we knew (will flicker from view)

Summary: Raph and Mikey, in the wake of loss and grief too deep for words.

A/N: Not the tag to “Annihilation: Earth!” I had originally been thinking of writing, but. I’m going through a pretty significant loss of my own right now, so this is what’s come of it. Let’s just say Mikey’s actions in this fic are pretty much exactly what I’ve done with a voicemail I have saved on my phone from my aunt.

Anyway. Yes. Major angst. Some comfort, but really, no happy ending. (AKA no speculation of what could happen next in the show plot-wise to make things happy again.)

Major spoilers for the season finale. Inspired by this glorious art by @danyellser - make sure to go leave some love! Title from Mumford & Sons. Not sure if it fits - not sure if anything about this fic works really, so let me know what you think.


The engines of Honeycutt’s ship gives off a constant underlying hum – a low vibration that was hardly noticeable when they were first beamed aboard but now settles into Raph’s bones in the quiet, and no matter how tired he is, it won’t let him sleep.

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  • shipper reblogging cute zutara fan art: ohmiGODDD this just made my day, i really like this ship and yeah ok it's not canon but it makes me really really happy aghhhhh my firewater babies <3 <3 <3
  • overly-dedicated attention-seeking anti-zutarian: omg u guys are literally SO bitter about zutara not being canon like it's been 10 years when will u guys STOP lmao. Like omggg get a life pls ur ship is NEVER gonna be canon& ur all just butthurt and salty even if i'm the one here who always feels the need to be defensive af even if i already ship something canon L O L so ya anyway bye im gonna go and exert actual effort to look for zutara posts and post hate on the zutara tag just so i can shit on ur fake-ass ship haha i have no life u guys r all just so S A L T Y