sometimes i just like to look at my things

anonymous asked:

Hey there! I'm currently renovating and redecorating my place, and I'd like to order a commission from you when I'm done to hang up but I have a question! I love the sketch style you do but I also would like something with a little color, would you be able to do a sketch+color instead of a lineart+color? (Not that ur lineart isn't good!!! I just love the look of sketchy things 😍😍)

[ !!!! yes i can totally do that for you! but you’re cool i totally get that, sketches sometimes look better than lineart bc they are more fluid!! ty!

final fantasy xv sentence starters ( part three.)

  • “ the roads are perilous at night.”
  • “ you okay? wanna take a break?”
  • “ c’mon. break time! break time!”
  • “ i’ll miss it once this road-trip’s over with.”
  • “ so that’s what this is about.”
  • “ try to hit them from behind!”
  • “ that was close.”
  • “ focus. knowing your enemy is half the battle.”
  • “ a big weapon like that’ll leave you wide open. try another.”
  • “ ever thought about taking your own advice?”
  • “ let’s not give ourselves away.”
  • “ safety first.”
  • “ nice. now it’s time to go down.”
  • “ give ‘em hell, __!”
  • “ let nothing stand in your way.”
  • “ you’ve got my back?”
  • “ any plan of attack?”
  • “ plow right through ‘em.”
  • “ enough talk, time for some action.”
  • “ ugh. watch where you swing that thing!
  • “ they’ve got everything here.”
  • “ oh, my aching back!”
  • “ ready for more?”
  • “ let’s hit it.”
  • “ well, i’d say that’s far enough for today.”
  • “ how do you always know?”
  • “ i have a favor to ask.”
  • “ take care out there.”
  • “ i know. you’re not gonna tell me.”
  • “ then don’t ask.”
  • “ what was that about?”
  • “ well, look who it is. i really owe you one.”
  • “ can’t seem to catch a break.”
  • “ looks like they found another one.”
  • “ wait, uh- found another what?”
  • “ us ___ keep ‘em on our person at all times as identification.”
  • “ ___ lead a life of danger, and sometimes these are the only things that make it back in one piece.”
  • “ it’s our job to deliver them to the families of the fallen.”
  • “ as it were, i came out here to do just that.”
  • “ if you happen to find any lying around out there, could you do me a favor and send them my way?”
  • “ they certainly carry emotional weight.”
  • “ we’d best find and return them.”
  • “ and give the families peace of mind.”
  • “ let’s start by following up on that hot tip.”
  • “ those things are downright unsettling.”
  • “ how does it feel now that it’s finally happening?”
  • “ c’mon, you can’t fool me.”
  • “ yeah, not a fan of mushy desserts.”
  • “ feels good to be back at work, y’know?”
  • “ well, good for you.”
  • “ how’s it going?”
  • “ we’ve got it on it’s last legs.”
  • “ let’s put it out of it’s misery.”
  • “ could really use a bath.”
I 💗 MY EPIC NOOB SON

He’s really great. Not as great as me, but I love him. I love my epic noob son. Everyday I log onto Minecraft to visit my epic gamer mansion, fondly recalling the countless hours I spent on it day and night. It took me the entirety of my sons’ impressionable developmental years to build, I’m so proud of it. Sometimes I let him come on to visit, just to have a look around. Show him what he could have, what he could be. But unfortunately he’s a noob. I know this. I make sure he knows, too. This mansion is my pride and glory. My life’s work. You have to be a pro gamer like me. You can’t just *be* that. I’m raising a strong boy, one that learns you have to earn things in life. You have to work for it. No charity cases in this household. Sometimes he logs on to minecraft and starts trying to build something. I make sure to come on immediately when he logs off and blow up everything he’s created. “It’s a power move, son. Pro gamers grief noobs”, I tell him, patting his head. “If you weren’t a noob, you’d understand.” He’s crying, but I know he understands. It builds character. He doesn’t look at me in the eyes anymore. I love him so much. 

echothroughme  asked:

How do you keep your art style so consistent??? I'm struggling with mine but it still turns out somewhat close.

Art style is one of the HARDEST things to pin down, and even now, I’m still struggling. It may not seem like it cause I have a uniform look to most of my pieces, but I still look at things I’ve done this week compared to things I’ve done a month or more ago, and I see this huge gap. Sometimes, my newer art is LIGHTYEARS better than my old stuff, and sometimes, it’s the other way around. (I’m going to post a commission batch soon, so you’ll see a little bit of variation over just a couple of weeks lol)

But my best advice? (Which is probably not even great advice, tbh, you should always experiment with art and styles and trying new things BUT):

Figure out your “formula”. I know that sounds really vague and abstract, but for the past year or so, I’ve stuck to, and added to a specific formula for how I draw/ink/color my art. Granted, my proportions and anatomy and faces sometimes look really off and super stylized/cartoony, or more “comic book realism”, depending - you can still almost always tell it’s my style because I always sketch, ink, and color based off of that “base” formula. I sometimes do more, or less, depending(recently, I started coloring sketches and using flat colors again) but practice a bit, and figure out: What few things do you do that you really like in your art? Are they steps that you try to incorporate into each piece? Example: I always line hair a certain way, or I shade with certain colors, or add highlights on the face, etc. (I have such a specific routine, that some people who’ve watched my speedpaints have easily replicated it just for fun or practice over the past year or so. lol. which is fine, for practice, but not full time stuff.)

THAT BEING SAID: Once you’ve got your ‘formula’ down, however basic it is, don’t be afraid to deviate from it. Try new things. Do work that’s inconsistent and looks nothing like your original stuff. Mess around. If you create a certain routine, and never deviate from it or try to add onto it, or further your skill/style, you’ll fall into a creative rut. Know your formula/routine, but don’t be afraid to try other things. Idk if this is even helpful, or if it makes sense… Lol.

Dear Anyone,

Huh, pretty soon I’m going to have to keep track of how many times I write to everyone here, it may rival my ex but not come close to AM.

Does anyone ever feel like the things around them aren’t real? Whenever I think of school I think of senior year, I don’t think of my college classes. Going to classes seems to just be a habit now, and I sometimes don’t even realize just how close I was to the class or how I got there. I do look at my phone sometimes to make sure the class I’m going to is the right number. Is this was disassociation is? I’ve been doing that a lot.

I try to pay attention to my professors, but even when I’m looking at them and listening my mind is a blank. I don’t even daydream, because usually when I daydream I’m thinking of something else. I’m just blank and sitting there. Sometimes classes just go by in a blink of an eye. I’m bored in math class because I find it too easy. Sure there are some things I had to "relearn" from what we went over, but after an explanation I’m good to go.

I usually pay attention in English class, but I hate being called on to read. The class is so small, so the professor makes us participate. (I don’t hate him for it, I just hate reading out loud because of my speech problem.) I worry that my classmates will judge me if I can’t pronounce a word or if I read too fast. (I’ve gotten better at going slower when reading out loud.)

I have to force myself to pay attention in history because most of the notes are based on what the professor is saying, as well as his PowerPoint/outlines. I’ve been good at note taking via lecture because of my history teacher for Junior and Senior year.

After that I have about an hour and 15 minute break. I usually don’t eat lunch until about a half hour or so later because I wait for my friends. Today I was roaming around campus and by the time I knew it, 20 minutes passed me by. Eventually my friends came and we went to eat. Time slowed a bit there.

Afterwards I went to Psychology class it was hard for me to pay attention. It’s my major, and I should be paying attention. (Especially since I haven’t even read the stuff we were supposed to read, but that’s a different story.) I just find myself just being there. I usually just question if what’s going on is real or not. I’ll try to be engaged and be interested because I do love psychology, I love knowing how the mind works and how it functions.

The last class of today was my First Year Experience class. Usually I worry about getting there on time because I have to go a slight distance. Today I was just like, “You know what, whatever happens happens. If she starts teaching before class is supposed to start I don’t care.” When I got there, she was waiting for everyone to come and I made it there quicker than usual. (I try to be there earlier since my name is at the start role call, if I got there late I would need to see her after class and tell her I was there. Not a big deal since that’s my last class of the day, just an inconvenience.) I can usually pay attention in that class because she heavily engages us with questions and group work.

…Don’t know where I was going with this actually. I’ve been in college for about 4 weeks now, and I still can’t believe it. When I’m sitting there, I still think I’m this 13 year old girl who just started high school, and now I’m almost 19 and a freshmen in college.

During classes, even those I try to engage in, I feel like I’m disassociating. Like my mind goes blank and I don’t hear what my professor is saying. Technically I do, but I don’t retain what they say and before I know it they’re on the next thing.

One time as I was going to class I was questioning, “What am I doing with my life?” Even with being in college, it feels like I’m just there. It feels like I’m just surviving, and not living.

….This got pretty long so I guess i’ll end it here. Anyone else feel this way? If so, tips I guess? I don’t know to be honest.

~AB

10

happy birthday to our dearest jungkook!
thank you for being you 

gentiles on this website: “The Old Testament God is cruel and vengeful!”
actual Jews in my synagogue yesterday: “My favorite part of the reading is when it says the Torah is not in heaven so it’s too far to reach, it’s not across the sea so we can’t get it, but that it’s in our hearts… the idea of having that be so close, of being so close to something divine, that thrills me.”
“And here, where it says ‘the Lord will delight in you as he did in your fathers’, that’s such a beautiful thing. You know, God is this all-powering being, and God delights in us.”

gentiles on this website: “You can’t be an atheist and religious!”
actual Jews in my synagogue yesterday: “I’m just not buying any of this. I was born during the Holocaust and I could never wrap my mind around this omnipotent all-seeing God, and usually I’m a little moved by this, I try to be hopeful, but when I look around the world now, I just don’t buy it! If I really believed there was a God, I would resent him.” [still wears a prayer shawl and attends synagogue regularly]

gentiles on this website: “Religious people never question what they’re told, they just followed blindly!”
my actual rabbi: “Sometimes the Torah can be like an older relative whom we love dearly, and who has a lot of wisdom to give, but who also says things that cause us pain, that we find offensive or wrong. And I think the wrong instinct would be to pretend we don’t hear what they’re saying, or to cut them out entirely, or to be guided by them into thinking and behaving in offensive ways. What we need to do is engage the Torah. We need to wrestle with it, and try to understand it, to figure out where it’s coming from and learn how we can progress from it, because the Torah is not unchanging. It belongs in each of our hearts, and it changes for us as we study it, as each generation challenges its old assumptions.”

“make the princess speak and you will have the crown of kings.”

my knees hurt, as usual, from scrubbing. technically i’m too high of Maid Station to help out with these things, but i like seeing what happens when you clean. the development of things. how a lot of effort can make something. i like learning and trying and working hard to get towards something.

and i’ve seen them, from the back of pillars, from behind cracked doors, from beside her (on the best days) the way they talk to her. oh beautiful won’t you just look at me. oh darling. if you speak i’ll be your prince. if you speak i’ll be your king. 

the princess, i know, finds the lines of suitors boring. it’s in the way her hands are always moving. she hides yawns, leaves early, we make her apologies. once, a man comes and tries to startle her into screaming. she rolls her eyes and looks directly at me. i have to hide my smile behind my sleeve. he is taken away while still screaming.

by accident, i find her once, crying. when we imagine princesses, they always cry daintily. hers is hoarse, angry, and something in it breaks me. in my station i should apologize and bow and leave. instead i am frozen, watching her shoulders heaving.

she looks up and spots me, her cheeks ruddy. i know i should go but instead i make a big show. i act as one of her princes. i make grand gestures and speak in deep voices. i frantically offer her handkerchiefs and trip over my own two feet. a smile crawls up over her, slowly. i dab my sweat away and offer her the used rag. i feign a fluster, turn a terrible cartwheel, make shadow puppets. the sound of her laugh, raw and rusty, sends shivers through me.

for a while, i do not see her after this. but then i am called to her chambers. she is crying again. i offer silly gifts, pebbles and dusting rags and a candlestick from her own kitchen, pretend to steal it, use it as a hat, rock it as a babe. she laughs more easily this time, gladly, and when she laughs i am taken by more important maids, thereby officially Excused.

it goes like this for months. the winter comes. i rarely see her. i spend my week thinking about ways to please her. i knick interesting cookies, show her shiny buttons, learn to cartwheel in a full skirt, and then promptly how to make it look foolish again. i learn how to juggle hot bread and dance as a man would, i learn how to balance on a ball and how to fall down without hurting myself, how to fake a fight with my own body, which colors she likes and which don’t please her.

i show up on a cold eve with a knotted line of scarves hidden down my sleeve, worried and breathless, wondering why she’s been crying. the door opens and she is sitting there, happy. at first i’m confused, but she waves me in. next to her is her small dessert, in two containers. i’m not sure how to respond, so i fake a fall to hear her laugh, and then sit at her feet. she gives me ice cream - so rare a treat. i know what went into making it - the hours of shaking. it’s smooth and tasty. i don’t feign my reaction, but she laughs anyway, kindly. 

it goes like this. i see her more frequently. she likes giving me new things, watching me discover i hate kiwi and love oranges and would die if it made her laugh breathlessly. i’ve made her keel over with cackling and she’s put a fire in me. sometimes we just sit there, quietly, enjoying each other’s company. 

it’s in her hands, always moving. little things i thought were just her, fidgeting. here’s how she says she’s thirsty, this is what her hands do when she needs a second to think, here’s how she shows she’s happy. this is how i learn to speak back to her. around her i spend much of my time smiling. i feel every visit is a gift. a new part to unravel. i find out she doesn’t respond to spoken things, that she needs to be looking in order to know you were speaking. sometimes she has me talk and she holds her hands to the base of my throat, her eyes wide and wondering. sometimes she just looks at me and i forget that i’m her jester in chief. i get caught up in her eyes, in how expressive they are when she’s happy, in how when she’s sad i feel like i’m drowning.

i never see the king or queen, but i know when she’s had a visit with them, because she never comes back happy. two winters i have known her, two winters and now we dine frequently. i am often called to stand beside her, to whisper translations of her desires into the ears of someone more important than i, someone who gets to be the voice of royalty. i can’t decide if i’m her friend or her plaything, but i don’t know i care much of the distinction. every moment i’m near her is a moment free of friction. i take stock of suitors and curtsy to them in daylight only to mock them in the candle’s eye later.

she asks me one night to stay. it has been a bad day. it’s completely not okay. i cannot say no but i cannot, by my station, stay. but she begs with her eyes and her hands and i know i’ll take the punishment. 

we lie beside each other. i make sure to turn to her when i speak. in the dark she can’t see me, so i move my hands in the way i’m learning. she asks if i am ever lonely. i cannot tell her that i am always lonely without her beside me, so instead i say i think all people are very lonely and just are pretending. she laughs a little at that and says she thinks her parents are the two most lonely people that ever met. her mother was like her; broke a fairy curse and talked, just once, although nobody knows what she said. well, excepting her father, who was the only one around, and who won her hand in marriage.

from her mother she learned the art of hands, of speaking without words - from her father she learned that who she was included a curse. that she just wanted someone who would make her open like a rose - someone who could fix her. how she stared out into the royal garden and wished on flowers to be what her kingdom needs.

she fell asleep pressed against me. i couldn’t breathe. i was still awake in the morning. 

the punishment never came. we spent nights like this. the handmaidens had grown to know me. whenever their princess was stubborn, i worked magic and made her lovely.

it was a terrible thing. i did too good a job, i think. the princess glowed too much or shone too brightly - or at least, i saw it that way, so who knows what the truth is. every day it felt like we were being rushed with princes. 

her father’s temper at hosting failed. it was the day before her twenty-first birthday and first time i’d ever seen him. he stormed in at the end of the session. “just speak!” he said, “it’s not that hard! do for others what your mother did!” 

“tomorrow is your last day of this,” he warned her, “either you pick a prince or i pick for you. i’m done with it.”

he stormed off. she was left shellshocked and trembling. that night she didn’t ask me to come, but i waited outside, just in case she changed her mind. i understood why she needed space. either she’d speak and be married tomorrow or she’d be married shortly. i heard her crying and it took everything in my power not to rush in and hold her, cradle her gently. but i cannot come into a room of a royal person without being invited. i stayed there, tears in my own eyes, thinking of treason.

the next day was a huge festival. what had been a birthday celebration was turned into a day about princes. i watched her shake her head. i tried to cheer her up. i tried everything. i frequently came inches from causing public humiliation, toed the line of mocking and failing to acknowledge my station. she wouldn’t smile. not once. not even for anything.

the day was long. the bonfire wore down. i watched her crumple into herself. i was out of ideas. i knelt at her feet. her eyes barely looked at me. just wait, i said to her with my hands, i’ll be right back. i took off running.

the price of stealing is losing my hands. these things that i spoke to her with. these things that mattered so much to me, that helped with my comedy and cleaning. 

i didn’t think of them. i bloodied my fingers when i ripped the royal roses from their stems. and then i ran, as fast as i could, back to her feet. i picked them to show you, i said, as she gasped, looking at my treason, they’re beautiful and nobody told them to open to reveal their secrets to the bees. they are unbroken. as you are. as you always will be. 

she fell off her throne and for a second i was beyond speaking, worried something had happened, or she’d fainted, or i’d said the wrong thing. but then she was on her knees, her arms around me, and i heard it. i heard the soft croak of her speaking. just one word, and it sent shivers down me. my name, in her voice, awkward and unwieldy, but full of love and passion, burning fire through me.

i felt a hand on my shoulder. i was pulled away from her. they already had me in handcuffs while i struggled to get back to her, to tell her i loved her, to beg her to run off with me or maybe just hold me around her, maybe just have her for a moment, because i couldn’t live without her for a moment longer.

they put me in the cells. i rotted in there, for a while or for no time at all, i’m not sure. the thorns scarred my palms. i watched the scabs build up and flake off. every time someone came down, i flinched, wondering if i would be the next to be taken and chopped into bits.

but one day the light was different. not the smoky torch of the jailer, instead a bright light in a lantern. at first when i saw her, my breath caught in my throat, mistaking her for my princess.

but she was my queen. at first we stood in silence. and slowly, i moved my hands to speak. is she married? is what came out, even though i should be more worried about me myself and me.

she is not. she bit her father on the arm when he tried to make her. then she fought him. and then ran away. it took us a bit to find her, i’m afraid. she threatened her own life and the life of everyone in this place. the queen was smiling. i was told there was a young woman who could make the princess speak, whom she would die to save, who brought roses to her feet. someone in a cell, rotting. are you her?

the memory of her voice rang through me. i’m she.

yes, her hands said, for even now, aren’t you speaking to the silent Queen?

she opened the door. come, she said, let’s get you cleaned up for the ceremony.

the crown of kings. when she wraps her arms around my neck and laughs next to me, i am royalty. when she smiles or makes a joke or asks to see my cartwheel again, i’m lost in her. i kiss her whenever i can, which is often. we have roses in a vase at the base of our bed, and for all of the kingdom, i’d give my hands if it would keep her laughing.

the next time she spoke was just once, at our wedding, where she said the two words i do to bind us for eternity. she had learned from me, from holding her hands over my voicebox, the way i learned from her how to use hands to speak. sometimes at night she says my name, just because she likes what it does to me.

i’m more blessed than a king. every day i spend with her is a day i spend happily. 

a common myth that circulates in queer and trans communities and that i hear often is the idea that going on T will change you, make you more angry, more aggressive, etc. I have heard this mainly from other queer and trans people who are not on hormones. This is not only false, but is very transphobic. Testosterone, like any hormone, can affect your mood but the extent of this is really just like how your mood changes sometimes during puberty. Testosterone does not affect your personality, your general behavior and who you are as a person. The physical effects of T can definitely affect how you see yourself and may make you more comfortable being assertive and things like that, but actually ive noticed that its less that my personality has changed from being on T and more that people perceive my actions and behavior differently because I look physically more “masculine”. There is no proof to say that T makes you an asshole or more aggressive, or that it give you “T rage”, that is all completely unfounded and honestly transphobic. This rhetoric just further stigmatizes transition and anyone who choses to go on T in order to feel better about themselves and their body.

  • Me: *despises thinking about myself in sexual situations
  • Me: *finds other people pleasing to look at but gets wierded out at the thought of sex
  • Me: *is generally uncomfortable when it comes to sex
  • Also me: but am i really asexual
How i study languages

A couple of days ago @bonbonlanguage asked if i have a post about what i do in order to learn a new language so i thought i should try to make a post about that.

The beginning

As a beginner i always do the same stuff. I research a couple of apps or i just see if my favourite choices have a version for my target language. Usually i use: 

Memrise
Fun Easy Learn
9000 words
50Languages
HiNative
babbel, busuu (rarely but i still have them on my phone)

+some sites and specific apps only for my target language

I choose a grammar book and i take notes from from it. So far i chose books from 3 collections: Teach Yourself, Colloquial and For Dummies.

How i take notes from a book

I ignore the excercises, in my notebook you will see only grammar notes and sometimes irregular verbs at the end, but you will never see exercises. (i’ll say later what i do with the exercises)
If the book has a pretty good structure, i just copy what’s in there. (when i say good structure i mean that i can’t extract main ideas or just a formula              e.g. stem+ending)
The theory is written in black or blue, the examples are written with a pencil and if there is a keyword, i highlight it. When i have languages with articles based on the gender of the words, like French, i use a pink and a light blue pen so when i study the articles i can see the difference. 
Now, i said that in my notebook you won’t see exercises, true, that’s because i solve them on another notebook or just on a blank sheet of paper. If your book has exercises after the grammar lesson, solve them. If half of them are wrong, you will take a break of 1-2 days (in which you will study the grammar rules) and when you feel prepared, you solve again those exercises. (you are allowed to have mistakes but try to have at least 70% of the exercises correct).
What i do after i finish a book
After i finish that grammar book, i take another one. However, this time i don’t copy-paste like i did the first time. I read what informations are there and if there are new rules/exceptions, i just write them on a sticky note and add it to my notebook. After i finish my 2nd book i usually move on to the next stage but if i feel that i missed out something, i take a 3rd book and do what i did with the 2nd one.
As a beginner i have the habit to read my notes once a week, as an intermediate learner i rarely do that.

Don’t understand that as a beginner you only take notes! Sometimes when i get bored i just study on memrise/vocabulary app and that sometimes can last 1 week, sometimes 2. I even like to use InternetPolyglot with my target language and an old target language. (e.g. I learn new words in Spanish through Danish) 

After i have a proper notebook

Usually when i finish my book and i add all the exceptions/rules that i found in the 2nd book i also have learned 1.500-2.000 words in that period of time so i want to test my skills.

When i feel confident enough, i start using duolingo. I use it as a test tool, not as a learning one! I take the shortcuts and usually in 2 days i finish a tree. (at the last part of the tree you don’t have a shortcut for everything so you just have to take the shortcut of every skill there which gets boring)

Since Duolingo is pretty advanced with his lessons, at the end i can consider myself a B1 learner. (if you have an amazing memory and skills, you can say you are B2, but Duolingo can’t get you further than that)

The intermediate stage

Whoever followed my blog for a while knows that i have 2 nightmares in my language learning journey, the intermediate stage and the irregular verbs.

For how to overcome a plateau in the intermediate stage i made a post here. (sooner or later you will hit a plateau)

Back to what i do. No book anymore, duolingo is done, this is the moment when i start to use my skills. If i didn’t use 50Languages as a beginner, i use it now. It has 100 audios so i use them to get used to the sound of the words in case i don’t know them and i also use it as a resources to learn new words. On Memrise i try to find advanced/intermediate and i use 9000 words and Fun Easy Learn. 

At this level the main problem is the lack of vocabulary so i try to learn as many new words as i can. However, since using apps can get boring after a while, i use the classic method of learning vocabulary, reading.

How i memorize/learn new words

Most of the time i just use apps/sites. However, everyone had moments when we couldn’t remember a word regardless of how many times we tried to memorize it. When i have to deal with this, i usually make a mnemonic. (e.g. afslutte = to finish, to end, to conclude; in order to remember the meaning i think at a key sentence: If you don’t study you’ll END up as a slut. [harsh example, i know, but it stays in my mind])

If my mnemonic method doesn’t work, i write the word a couple of times, sometimes with my left hand too since i focus more then. (i’m right-handed) and if i still can’t remember the meaning, i’ll start making some sentences where i’ll use that word.

How i read in my target language

Just as a side note, if i feel confident with my skills (that has happened only once) i read books, if not, i read comics until i feel confident enough to try books.

I have 2 methods because sometimes the first one doesn’t work. So, for French i just read and try to guess the meaning of a word and if i can’t, then i search it. Why i do this for French? It’s easier somehow and i can guess the meaning very well. Sometimes i even highlight words and search the meaning later just to analyze them more.

However, this method doesn’t work on Danish. For Danish i have to read once the entire paragraph and then see what i understood from it. If there is a certain word that it’s unknown, i’ll search it. Since Danish has a lot of structures, i tend to use HiNative to translate those because normal online translators aren’t good for these. After i have all the unknown words, i will look over the paragraph again.

With all these unknown words, i usually make flashcards on Quizlet and practice them from time to time.

Sometimes when i’m in a hurry or i’m not in the mood for studying new words in big quantities, i use WordBrewery or Clozemaster. When i use these i always write the new words on a piece of paper or i just add them directly to Quizlet.

HiNative

I mentioned it above so i should tell you how i use it in order to improve since many might not be familiar to it. It’s an app where you ask questions and natives will answer.  I use HiNative mostly after i read, watch a movie or learn something from memrise.

For what i use it?

- ask for differences
- ask for examples with new words that i didn’t find a context for
- ask for translation from target language to English since not everything is easy to translate as a beginner/intermediate

Listening skills

Listening is a very interesting skill because you can combine it with speaking and reading or just focus only on it.

Listening+reading

In this category you find movies/cartoon/series with subs. Usually i don’t do anything when i watch series/movies because i guess the meaning of the unknown words but if there is a certain word that i can’t understand, i will write it down and search it’s meaning.

Listening+speaking

This involves 2 things. I either talk to someone or i just talk to myself/a toy/the cat. I tend to use the 2nd method most of the time. (it’s not that i dislike talking, i just don’t feel confident enough to use my skills until i’m not sure that i know most of the things/vocab i need to know). I start the conversation like “hey, how are you?” and then i ask myself “how was your day?”. For this question i have to make 2 answers, the reality with what has happened, and an imaginary version for my other side who’s “talking”.

Listening

Here i just watch videos on youtube, listen to 50languages, a podcast or songs. If i do listen to songs, sometimes i try to find the lyrics and see if i understand everything, if not, i’ll look for the unknown words and after i start to sing too. (disney songs are great because most have lyrics on youtube already)

Writing skills

Here i have 2 choices, i either find someone or i just write in a notebook/diary. The purpose of this is to figure out what vocab/structures/expressions i don’t know. 

Speaking skills

It’s not that i dislike talking, i just focus on this skill at the end usually. I improve my other skills and the speaking one improves in a weird way too. However, at some point i just ask people who i know for a long time and i feel comfortable with to talk to me on skype/on the phone.

Extra

Idioms are everywhere in a language. At some point you have to deal with them. If i find them on memrise, i study them there, if not, i’ll look for them and make flashcards. These flashcards have only the idiom in my target language on them and that’s it. I don’t write the translation. I force myself to remember the meaning.

Also, when i don’t know the pronunciation for something, i use Forvo.

The advanced stage

Here i just learn idioms and some advanced vocabulary at the beginning. After these, i stop caring. I consider my learning journey almost done so i just enjoy my life using the language. I read without worrying that i don’t know words, i watch shows without worrying that i don’t understand what i hear, i can sing without worrying that i just say words with no meaning but similar sounds to what i hear.

Note: This is how I learn languages. I can’t say it will work for everyone but it works for me.

p.s. sometimes Fun Easy Learn and 50Languages are set in another language, not my native one or English.

Yes, Sir // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Collab With The One And Only @stilinski-jpeg

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Violence (like seriously some crazy shit goes down), Oral (69), Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Choking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 9,859 

Song: Young God by Halsey

A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to day 2 of #MitchWeek! Yes, this smut is completely inspired by that bathtub scene from the trailer. I came up with this idea and immediately told Nia about it to which she said and I quote “if you don’t write this, I will.” And so we decided to turn it into a collab! I hope you guys love how intense this is as much as we do. We really felt no need to hold back.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Mitch snarled at Stan Hurley as the pair walked down the long hallway.

“If anyone needs a babysitter, it’s you.” Stan chuckled at his least favourite trainee’s expense.

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Rap Battle: Anti Vs. Dark

Dark:

You know I rule the Earth, what are you yapping about?

You? Control the world? Maybe you should try a different route.

Giving hints of your existence like you’re Santa Claus,

Yet they joke and they provoke you and that’s all because:

You’re a loser, Anti, he can always shut you up,

Don’t you get it? In his show you’re just a lousy prop.

You say you’re always there, always controlling him,

But, Anti, let’s just face it, all you do is scream.

I took over, I stayed longer and the proof is here,

So why don’t you just glitch away and disappear?


Anti:

You know, it’s funny, you want me to fucking disappear,

But I don’t remember seeing you in the past full year.

So sit yourself down, Dark, and let me show you how it’s done,

With some glitches, and eye itches and a whole lot of fun.

You think you’re scary with your deep voice and shit,

But you can only manipulate your way into a stupid skit.

You’re all bark and no bite, I make the others shake with fright.

I killed the owner of this body the first time I took over

With me around, you’ll wish for that one lucky clover.

I glitch my way into existence, I corrupt the files,

They’re guessing and messing, going a thousand miles.

They’re doing their best, trying to build my personality,

And I keep changing, piece by piece, I’m breaking their reality.

You’re old news, Dark, why don’t you get it, man?

I suggest you talk your way into the trash can.


Anti:

VHS cunt!


Dark:

Glitch Bitch!

Both:

You can’t win this, you better ditch!

This fight is really overdue,

We both know it, and they know it too.


Dark:

You can’t do anything right, can’t even kill yourself,

You say I’m bark and no bite, at least I don’t look like an elf.

Take those earrings off, you’re not an angsty teen,

It’s time to finally wipe off that stupid grin.

Someone should teach you how things work around here,

And for a job like that, I gladly volunteer.

The element of surprise was gone from the beginning,

Sometimes you need some time off to get their heads spinning.

Look into my eyes when I tell you that

You’re acting like a bitchy little brat.

Come on, Anti, just stop with all this glitchy fuss

And let’s see what the future truly holds for us.


Anti:

Oh, I’m sorry, you wanted me to look into your eyes?

With all that makeup on even I can’t see past your disguise.

Wearing suits and classy shoes, yet all you can do is lose.

We showed them who we are, and now it’s their time to choose.

I’m the main event, from down below,

Gave you a ticket, so enjoy the show.

They’re all in the back, I’m in the front row,

You see the truth, so hear my flow.

I’m the only one they want to know,

You’re pretty much a goner, so

You built the castle, now I have the keys

So bow your head and get down on your knees.

You think only glitching is my expertise,

Come on, Darkiplier, wake up, bitch please.


WHO WON? WHO’S NEXT? YOU DECIDE!@therealjacksepticeye@markiplier

did I ever tell yall about Source?bot because what the hell

back in the day some absolute madman allowed me to have an iota of power in an IRC chatroom and I introduced a bot named Source?bot, who, no matter what you said, would reply “Source?”, therefore implying you were a liar and a scammer no matter what you were saying

this was mostly funny but when a lot of people were in chat it got kind of annoying because “Source?” would get spammed and like, sometimes people would say things like “sorry I wasn’t online, my granny just died” and in would come Source?bot, with the comforting cry of “Source?”

anyway you could shut Source?bot up for a while by posting a link with “google” in the URL because obviously Google is the Uncontested Proover of Facts so people would have a link handy to just drop whenever Source?bot did its thing, and it turned into a chat meme because people would Google weird shit so if you clicked it or looked at the url you would see some really questionable stuff

so one day this new person signs in and is like “hey, I’m new” and Source?bot shows up like “Source?” and the kid’s like “???” and then I show up  like “sorry about that” and drop a link to shut it up

the link, in keeping with the chat meme, was a Google search for “step by step masturbation guide?? help ”

and this was the new guy’s first interaction with a literal chat admin so like. there you have it.

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some pics for the new star special!! cause like, it was super fucking good and i had to draw something for it, something turned into two things and now i’ve been doing nothing but drawing from 2 till 8,,, but ya kno, sometimes thats just what you gotta do.

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bernie wolfe + @ao3tagoftheday (2/?)

bonus:

Sometimes I’ll Just Type A Single Letter ‘H’ And Get Too Scared To Finish The Word: 5 Questions With Stephen King

With dozens of best-selling novels, many of which have been turned into acclaimed film adaptations, Stephen King is unequivocally one of the most beloved and well-known storytellers in America. We recently sat down with this legendary horror writer to ask him five pressing questions about his fascinating life and incredible career.

1. What is your personal favorite film adaptation of your books?

Without a doubt Oh Great, A Boat Came Alive. They really nailed the part where the boat comes alive and everyone is bummed out about it.

2. How did your interest in writing horror begin?

A friend of mine in high school severed both of his legs in a car crash and put them back on using only his mind. Unfortunately, he hadn’t mastered telepathy and he switched left with right, plus they were backward. I immediately started writing about it, and my novel Erik The Scary-Legged Teen was published less than a year later.

3. You famously struggled early on in your career. Knowing what you know now, what advice would you give to your younger self?

What really set me back, initially, was that I kept pitching these stories about terrible things happening to an editor of a publishing house. The actual editor who I sent my novels to said that he hated that all of my stories included him being disemboweled by a dog or murdered by a car. I would tell my younger self that the main characters in my novels don’t always have to be the editor that I send my manuscript to.

4. How do you feel about Stanley Kubrik’s legendary adaptation of your novel The Shining?

I have come around to the film in recent years, but originally, I felt a little betrayed. During filming, I would ask Stanley over and over, “You will add in some things where viewers can turn pages like in the book, right?” And each time, Stanley would look right at me and say, “Yeah, yeah, Stephen. Definitely.” So imagine my surprise when the film comes out and there are no pages at all.

5. Do you ever get scared by your own writing?

Oh, big time. Sometimes I’ll just type a single letter “H” and get too freaked out about what’s coming next to be able to finish the word.

Hello hello, Jess here! I thought I’d try this “advice post” thing out and see if it’s something I could do again in the future. Because honestly, the more advice we can give each other the better, am I right?

So buckle up kiddos, I’m gonna give you some advice for straight A’s that took me far too long to figure out.

1. Pay attention in class

Not just for the curriculum either, sometimes your teacher will give you handy tips for your assessment. Like, last semester, my English teacher mentioned that looking up from your palm cards for majority of your speech would almost guarantee you an A. It was so simple, and I reckon not even half the class heard her.

Also pay attention when your teacher is actually teaching you things. That way you won’t end up having to teach yourself the classwork at home because you weren’t paying attention. There’s a reason it’s taught in class you dummy, so use that time wisely and save your own studying session for something worth your while.

2. Use a planner

And don’t just use it every week or so, use it every day, even if it’s to briefly check what’s due soon. Find a planning system that works for you and use it. Actually write down when your tests are and you assignments are due the day you find out.

But don’t forget to use it to plan as well! I use a bullet journal weekly spread to set plans for things like when I have to finish this chapter by and when to start studying for a test, etc. Give yourself dates to finish certain chunks of work by, it will save your life I promise.

3. Be organised

This is tied in with no. 2 but be organised. Know when that essay is due, know your schedule, know where your books and equipment are. It doesn’t matter if you have a clean and tidy room or your bedroom looks like a bomb hit it, as long as you know where everything is and you feel organised as a whole, it will work.

4. Do not ignore your assessments

This is the thing that took me the longest to learn. Even if you’re not going to actually work on your assignment, allow yourself to think about it, don’t push it to the side for “later”. Bring it to the forefront of your mind as often as you can.

It’s much more productive to grit your teeth and face it early, than build up a wall against it and freak out a day before it’s due I’ve had far too much experience trust me.

5. Make sure you understand everything

At the end of every lesson, ask yourself if you understood everything. If not, either ask your classmates or a teacher to explain, or go home and study that area until you do understand. And make sure you catch yourself early! Make sure to check with yourself at the end of each and every lesson so it doesn’t build up and you fall behind.

6. Always hand in drafts

Idk why it took me so long to start doing this. Seriously, you’re able to get feedback and pointers towards an A before you get given a grade and it goes in the system. It’s practically cheating! So. Do. It.

7. Dedicate time to your studies

I’m blessed enough not to have any extra curricular activities outside of school, so I’m aware that this can be a little harder for others. But if you can, try to do something each day, even if you have no assessments. Go over your class notes, watch a crash course video, read the set novel ahead of time. It sets a routine.

And if you come home absolutely exhausted and it’s impossible for you to do something, make sure to write down all of the things you need to remember to do for the next day. Then, get some sleep and go over the list in the morning when you wake up to remind you.

8. Balance

This is possibly the most important one. Make sure you have a balance in your lifestyle. Don’t overwork yourself, but don’t slack off. Get enough sleep each night, drink enough water, listen to your favourite bands while you write your essay. Balance work and play, health and treats.

Because balance creates a good mood, and your attitude towards your work changes so much of your outcome. I know it sounds so cliche and unrealistic, but it genuinely does. With negative emotions comes negative grades (yeah idk what that meant either haha).

So those were my little tips towards straight A’s. A lot of them are things you’ve probably already heard before, but it’s for a good reason. They’ve worked for me so far, and I hope that they will for you too.

Good luck!

I LOVE MY FAT DISGUSTING PIG-WIFE

I’m Josh, and I love my fat disgusting pig-wife.

I’m a freelance author and lifestyle blogger. My wife is a fatass and tub of lard. I met my wife Charlotte at the county fair when I mistook her for one of the prize hogs and started feeding her corn out of my palm, careful to keep my fingers curled in so that she wouldn’t gnaw off the tips of my fingers. About a full four minutes into feeding her, I realized she wasn’t actually a hog, but was actually a very fat yet somehow sexually attractive woman! We quickly fell in love, even as she never kept her eyes off the corn. We’ve been inseparable ever since, partially because I always have a little bit of corn in my hand and she’s always sniffing and licking it. She’s so cute like that.

I love my fat butterball wife, disgusting curves and all. I love the way she really fills out her sty. For me, there is nothing sexier than this woman right here: thick thighs, big booty, bunch of chocolate sauce in her hair ‘cause she fell asleep in her sundae, contact lenses made of Necco wafers, sometimes eats out of the recycle bin if she’s too tired to get to the fridge. This gorgeous girl I married fills out every inch of her jeans and is still the fattest one in the room. But hey, that’s just me. I’m a feminist, and so is my big-as-a-house revolting wife.

As a teenager, I was teased for being attracted to things that didn’t even look human, like women fatter than a size 4 and big rocks and like those old timey bikes with one big round wheel. Then, as I became a man and started to educate myself on issues such as feminism and farm animals, I realized how many men have bought into the lies of the media. A woman doesn’t have to be tall and thin to be beautiful! A woman doesn’t even have to have a name or personality! She can just be a shapeless blob with no distinguishing marks about her like a pile of condensed milk. That’s how I feel about my gorgeous, disgusting wife Carly. Wait, is that her name, “Carly?” That doesn’t look right. What’s her name? Definitely something with a C. I’d ask her, but her mouth is full right now, as she is eating Thanksgiving dinner in August.

Sure, my wife isn’t going to be on the cover of Cosmopolitan, except when she sits on it because I’ve lined her kennel with issues of Cosmopolitan. Because when she sits around the kennel she sits aroooound the kennel. Which is fine! But Cindy is so kind. Cindy has the biggest heart of anyone I know. Even her heart is plus-sized. And I love it for that. Whether my wife is finding an old bagel tucked underneath her cute side rolls or devouring a whole chocolate fountain even the metal parts before the guy we rented it from comes to take it away, she’s always being true to herself. She’s always just being Claire.

Guys, rethink what society has told you that you should desire. A real woman is not a porn star or a bikini mannequin or a movie character. She’s perfectly unique. She has stretch marks. She has big flat teeth that she uses to bite you if you try to cut when she’s waiting in line for soft serve. She has cute little dimples on her booty that she fills with hard candies and bouillon cubes to keep for later in case she gets hungry at the DMV. The twelve teats that run vertically down her front might not all be the same size. She’s real.

Girls, don’t ever fool yourself by thinking you have to fit a certain mold to be loved and appreciated. There is a guy out there who is going to celebrate your turgid sausage of a body for exactly who you are, someone who will love you just like I love my disgusting wife Chappie. I love you, honey!