Now some of you might think that there is just one type of German
And you are wrong. There are, in fact, a near infinite number of dialects in the German language.
There is, for one, Hochdeutsch (the “German” German, spoken by most Germans) the overly proper mum of the family who can’t quite understand the rest of them.
Then there’s the Cool Dad™, who actually just annoys the rest, spoken in Northern Germany.
Bavarian is the Grandpa who seems to be stuck in the last century.
Viennese Austrian German is the vodka aunt, and Lower Austrian German is the 5-year-old bratty kid who always imitates her while the rest of the family throws their hands up in fear of them becoming like her.
Upper Austrian German is the racist uncle who voted for Hofer and always drinks too much at the family get-togethers.
Carinthian is the incest cousin from the country who seems to be a bit on the slower side.
Styrian is the stoner son-in-law who, for some reason, no one wants to invite to family celebrations.
And Vorarlberg German is the old, senile Grandma who always mutters some stuff but no one is sure what and it’s not even close to comprehensible.
Your apartment is next to/above mine and I can hear you and your partner dancing and singing and the bed moving and you two laughing and talking in hussed tones and it won’t let me sleep so I bitch about it to you 24/7 and one day it stops and one day turns to one week and then months and I haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me in, I’ve been knocking for ten minutes.
I walked in on your ex yelling at you so you grabbed me and kissed me so she’d go away and I’m kind of freaked out I literally just met you last week.
I accidentally took your laundry but just so you know you have awesome taste in underwear.
The walls are really thin and i can hear everything you’re saying could you please shut the fuck up new neighbor.
One person keeps showing up at the others place because they claim there’s always pokemon lurking there but really they just have a massive crush and wants to see them all the time.
Plot where muse a is famous as fuck and creates a fake fan account on twitter/tumblr to feel kinda closer to fans and it’s all good and no one really knows it’s him and he’s getting to know what fans want from him but then enters muse b, who’s so completely in love with muse a and his music. The two begin to talk and they become friends and soon they’re texting constantly and she tells him everything and fangirls about her idol to him and they’ve both caught feelings really badly. So one day muse b gets a little scared that she’s being catfished so she asks muse a to video call her. Out of fear of losing her, he agrees and, surprise bitch, it’s her fucking idol.
We’re bandmates and we’re both straight as fuck but we’re currently on tour and it’s been a busy six months with hardly any time to go out and meet people, wanna hook up? It’s better than nothing, right? — But oh shit we’ve been at it for two months and the sex doesn’t really feel meaningless anymore and I have no idea what to do because aren’t we supposed to be straight?
I’m a radio host who indirectly mentions you and flirts with you on my show but you’re so goddamn clueless, please just notice me I’m so desperate for you it’s kind of sad.
(Not) Killing Your Darlings: Parallels Between ACD Canon and S4
I’ve slowly been working my way through a reread of the canon stories, and although I am used to finding phrases and plotlines among the stories that have been adapted within Sherlock, what surprised me towards the end of the canon is that the writers of Sherlock appear to be adapting the way the stories are written, as well. We’ve talked a lot about the idea that Mofftiss have Reichenbached the show in Series 4, but I’m beginning to think they have Case-booked it (and His Last Bowed it, a little, too). This will probably sound grim at first, but I remain an optimist when it comes to Sherlock, so bear with me. These are Princess Bride “pit of despair” times; I figure if we have to be here, we may as well look around.
As a quick reminder, Doyle published the short stories as:
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1892) The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes (1894) The Return of Sherlock Holmes (1905) His Last Bow (1917) The Case-book of Sherlock Holmes (1927)
I’m going to start at the end of His Last Bow and the later stories, because they best parallel Series 4, then look back very briefly.
Breaking the fourth wall
His Last Bow breaks the pattern of the Sherlock Holmes story collections in a few ways. It begins with a brief preface written by John H. Watson; he addresses the reader directly to explain that he and Holmes are still living, though ageing:
”The friends of Mr Sherlock Holmes will be glad to learn that he is still alive and well, though somewhat crippled by occasional attacks of rheumatism… Several previous experiences which have lain long in my portfolio, have been added to ‘His Last Bow’ so as to complete the volume.” (His Last Bow, preface)
random quotes from Super Best Friends play Final Fantasy XV
“I want him to just pick this thing [Carbuncle] up and eat it.”
“I remember that first trailer back when I was nine. This game took 85 years to come out.”
“Noctis looks like such an asshole I can’t stand it.”
In game: Find out what Gladiolus is weak to and let him have it. Matt: “He’s weak to insults about his performance in the bedroom.”
“Prompto is the most boyband of them all.”
“When Noctis’s Papa Roach CD is done, the game is over.”
Patt: “I will rescue you buddy.” *revives Prompto* Matt: “I rescued you with my magical boy hands.” Patt: “My magical boy hands for my magical boy bands.”
“When teaming up with your buddies nobody can stop the amount of dicks you draw on each others faces.”
*seeing Ifrit in the first cutscene* Patt: “The fact that it’s a perfect naked man that will not leave his chair–” Matt: “I feel like at the end of my life that’s what I’ll be fighting. And I will fail.”
*imitating Regis* “So your boybands doing shit huh, what, you’re gonna go on tour?”
“Gladio can you please button up your shirt it’s distracting everyone.”
“Gladiolus looks like he’s from The Bouncer. In fact he might be from The Bouncer for all we know.”
“Gladiolus and Ignis look like that one guy from The Bouncer in the cactaur outfit put into two people.”
*Matt, imitating Regis again* “Remember Noctis, every moment you live is a disappointment for me.”
“And please… do something about your hair. It’s a constant embarrassment.”
*Patt, now imitating Regis* “You look like such an asshole, but, you’re my asshole.”
“It would really suck if he was doing the deed with Lunafreya, and he yells out some other dumb girls name in the Final Fantasy universe. Like ‘Oh! Yunalesca!’ and she’s like ‘Who the fuck is Yunalesca?’ ”
Matt: “Push the fucking car losers!” Patt: “Push the car, and make sure that Gladio’s butt is the one that’s really in center there.”
“Why is Prompto always on the floor?”
“Wait, I don’t wanna play as Gladiolo– Gladiyolo, god–”
*after seeing Noctis summon his weapons* “No wonder she’s getting married, she probably saw that and went ‘Yes!’ ”
*sees Ignis walk off in the background* *Matt bursts into laughter* “Ignis is just like ‘fuck it I’m out of here!’.”
“I’m seeing photos people are posting of these guys taking selfies with themselves walking around in the background.”
Patt: “I just did a backflip slash for no reason, other than I think Noctis thought it was cool.” Matt: “Well it’s because he knew Prompto was watching.”
“That should be the Logo of our channel – stop bitching, start killing.”
*Prompto starts singing the FF victory tune* “AHH!!– AH YEAH! ALL RIGHT, YOU WON ME OVER!”
*Ignis explains the Crownsguard attire* Patt: “Oh, so that’s why. They’re forced to dress boyband.” Matt: “Or forced to dress like they just raided a Hot Topic.” Patt: “It’s the law… So the King, that King? [Regis] Was like ‘everyone has to dress like this in my army’.” Matt: “Okay, you know what? Fair enough. I never realize that.” Patt: “That King is the weirdest old man in the world.”
*imitating Regis* “I want all the hot boys to dress in leather in my army.”
“Cindy, and one of these guys, I wanna help that along.”
Matt: “You know what this place [Hammerhead] needs!? It need one of those big inflatable floaty guys!” Patt: “And it should be a cactaur.” Matt: “Yeah! OH!! That makes me so excited!” Patt: “There might be in here, who knows?”
Every Tuesday my parents go to Austin’s Bar & Grill with 25 or more other old people. My parents start talking about what they’re going to order on the Wednesday after they were there on Tuesday. Sometimes it’s going to be salad and onion rings. Other times it’s hamburgers and, perhaps, green beans. They tip bigger than they would because others in their group tip smaller than they should. It’s something to do when you don’t have all that much left to do.
On their way to Austin’s, they will pass Garmin, a complex that started out small and just keeps getting wider and taller. My dad worked at King Radio for most of his adult life. It was founded by Ed King, a K-State graduate who built a company that became the gold standard for small aircraft navigational equipment. I worked there during the summers when I was in college where I shipped more 170B transponders than you could imagine. (Coincidentally, Mr. King paid for the International Student Center on the KSU campus and this is where Pete took me on our first “date” where he ate the food in the refrigerator that was not his.)
Anyway, when he was at King Radio, Dad had a casual friend named Gary. They played softball together, talked about their young kids, got their hair cut by the same downtown barber. Gary and an Asian engineer at King went on to combine their names, Gar and Min, and formed the company Garmin. If my dad had been younger and less close to retirement, he would have gone to Garmin in those days when it was neither wide nor tall. Sometimes, as they drive to Austin’s for tacos and french fries, Mom and Dad mention Gary and wonder how things might have been had Dad been in on the ground floor.
Anyway, Austin’s and Garmin collided two days ago in my hometown. As you might have heard, two Indian engineers headed across the street from Garmin to Austin’s to watch what every sports bar in Kansas would be watching—the KU Jayhawks go for their 13th straight Big 12 conference title. A drunk, known to the Austin’s people, kept hassling the two men and was kicked out of the bar. He later returned, shouted something like “Get out of my country” and shot them. Another young man, who would have had no idea that he was going to become a hero that day, stepped in to help. One Indian was left dead, the other was injured along with the hero. Another day. Another angry white man with a gun. Another dead young man. Another time of us all saying we never thought it would happen in our town. Until it did.
And we’ll all begin the rituals that we’ve become so good at. A few days ago, I looked for a GoFundMe page so that I could donate to the desecrated Jewish cemetery in Missouri. Today I will donate to the GoFundMe for the Austin’s bar victims. Young kids and moms and teen girls will bring flowers to put outside the bar. Neighbors of the shooter will say that they knew their neighbor was a bit off but they never expected this. We will mourn the loss of a fellow human who was trying to make his way on this big earth. His body, paid for with GoFundMe money, will make its way home to his family. We are just really really good at this in America. Practice makes perfect.
Anyway, last night, with those words “get out of my country” that have been given more acceptance by Trump bouncing around in my head, I went to the town hall meeting at the church at the end of my street. Senator Jerry Moran was not there. To be completely fair, and I’m trying to be in these trying times, this was not an organized meeting. Moran had not set up this town hall meeting. He had not said he would attend the meeting. Rather, organizers set it up and invited him. Even on the website, it said that no one knew if Senator Moran had seen the invitation and no one knew if he would attend. So I can’t fairly say that he ducked out of meeting that he had never set up.
But his presence or absence isn’t really the story here. I live in Johnson County, Kansas. It’s not totally red like most of Kansas. It’s definitely not blue. But, still, parts of it voted for Hillary. Others voted for the candidates who could not win. If you add those together, more in Johnson County voted for someone not named Trump than voted for Trump. It’s not a purple area yet, but it’s definitely lavender. Olathe, though, is a red dot in that purple. It’s really red. Like maybe scarlet. And, still, the parking lot was packed. Perhaps with as many cars as would be there on a Sunday. It was dark and you could see the headlights of cars driving up and down aisles trying to find a place to park.
My high school friend Verneda was there. We talked about the meanness that we hadn’t known existed in America. We talked about the night Hillary lost. We talked about how all this political activism was something new. We agreed that we needed to keep it up even when it was hard.
The meeting room was full. The overflow crowd had spilled into the lobby. No one in the lobby could hear the speakers inside. What most surprised me was the demographic of those there. I had expected young people in jeans and sweatshirts on this unseasonably warm evening. I’d thought there might be some moms there. They were there. But also there were so many old people. Like really old people. And they, the old people, were the ones in charge. One bent-backed lady with silver hair kept shushing those of us in the overflow area because she wanted to hear the speakers. She looked like those women who always run the polling stations. Those women who show up, do their job, get it done, and go home with no thanks. I repeat. The majority of the people there were old. I was—-surprised.
These old people had us fill out 3x5 cards with messages to be hand delivered to Moran’s office. They had a whiteboard where you could write a message to Moran, take a picture of yourself standing next to it, and as the old women told us, post it to social media. Social Media? These suddenly tech savvy ladies and gentlemen were telling these teens how to use social media to ferment discord.
When I was a teen, there was a song by Buffalo Springfield that I loved and, when I hear it, I remember Vietnam and halter tops and Jesus freaks. The song said:
“There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.”
That’s how it felt last night in this church lobby in scarlet red Olathe where I mingled with angry riled up Kansans. There’s something happening here. And Senator Moran and others would do well to pay attention.
When it comes to capturing moments that give you all the feels, Sam Desantis has it on lock. The way that Sam captures raw moments in time and turns them into nostalgic memories is insanely inspiring. We can’t get enough of her moody “blue” photos and can’t wait to see SXSW through her lens as she captures the festival as a guest blogger for Vans Girls. Follow along all week on the Vans Girls blog and Instagram and get lost in Sam’s photography…
do you have any tips regarding writing john, jade, dirk, jane, or jake in pesterlogs?
The biggest tip I have for general pesterlog writing is to go find an actual canon pesterlog for whatever character(s) you’re going to write and read it, first. It REALLY helps with settling into the voice. Pesterlogs aren’t just specific quirks, it’s the way each character uses their quirk to change how their sentences flow and the kind of pool of vocabulary they each pull from. They each kinda have a different internet language. I use mspawiki’s links under the character portraits to quickly find conversations when I’m doing this cause it lets you quickly look up pesterlogs by act and characters involved.
other than that, for Dirk you have to remember that Dirk always wants to sound smart and capable and put together but his uncool nerdy side is constantly slipping through the cracks and undermining this goal. Also any time Dirk Strider has An Emotion Of Any Kind in a pesterlog he tries really hard to smooth it over with sarcasm or rambling joking (a lot like Dave but a little more self aware – Dave just lets himself drown in his own bullshit, Dirk is aware that he is about to drown and desperately looking for the ladder out.) And whenever he actually does snap at someone (he does it with Jake and Roxy sometimes off the top of my head – I seem to recall he’s generally more gentle with Jane overall) you can tell he always feels like immediate fried shit about it and even about being angry in the first place and all of his negative emotions are paired with like 18 flavors of guilt.
Jane is fun to write because she has a really nice, pleasant TONE to her pesterlog chat voice but she’s mad about half the time about something and is constantly struggling with like no I have to be cool I am collected and polite and in control versus WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS NERD I’M TALKING TO RIGHT NOW EVEN SAYING/DOING??? She tries so hard to keep a tight lid on everything and the dichotomy between Jane’s actual emotions at any given time and the pleasant way she’s trying to force her expression of them are what make her pesterlogs so funny. Oh and obviously sometimes the bottle overflows and explodes. Also you have to remember Jane outwardly is very sure of her own intelligence and understanding of the world to the point where she often misses very obvious things because she feels she already knows what is going on and takes situations for granted. Something I’d write her as actively Working On post-canon (along with the bottling things up too much stuff.)
And Jake, I think a lot of people struggle with or are intimidated by writing Jake because of his vocabulary quirk, but when I write Jake I just try to keep in mind who he IS, what persona he’s trying to perform as, because Jake in pesterlogs is always trying to put out whatever persona he thinks is most what the person he’s talking to wants to see. Some flavor of movie hero. What’s fun about Jake’s quirk is that he uses those old timey words/minced oaths in a way that like, makes it seem like he’s adverse to swearing (like, say, equius) but then he’ll just let fly a sentence with both a minced oath AND flagrant fucks or shits or what have you without a single care and it’s like BOY WHAT? lmfao god I love Jake. It REALLY helps to re-read some of his actual writing in canon. One thing I see a lot is that people just assign him British slang which isn’t quite right – if you want a more accurate vocab list to pull from for Jake look up like early 1900s American slang, it’s more the flavor. The other big thing with him is that you actually have to structure his sentences such that like, he doesn’t use punctuation a lot so he has this like long run on rambly tone punctuated with short clipped sentences, it gives him a really specific kind of manic barely controlled tone, which is VERY APPROPRIATE because Jake English is like five seconds from flying apart in every conversation.
I’ve never written john or jade in a pesterlog so imma not expound on them but I hope this helps a little 💪
For @dirkweek AU day: Humanstuck. The backstory of this picture is Leijons and Striders are sportsmen and take part in different competitions. Nepeta replaces Meulin for a while in Heart team and attend trainings and join little strifes Dirk arranges. But she doesn’t behave very professional: she doesn’t like when it takes very long and takes a lot of breaks. At first it was quite annoying, but Dirk is too cool to be bothered by this, especially by this friendly girl, who always find a good theme for a conversation or stuff to do. For example, today she has found out, that he has a “special someone” and wants to ask if she can add them to her shipping wall. He’s surprised.
And this is for shipping day, and it’s pretty old (was drawn on 01.01.17), but i’ve never posted it, but i think i should now. And this is also a redraw of my another very old 2016 pic, which i won’t show, ‘cause it’s cringy af
It’s been a month since I’ve posted an outfit, would you believe that! Spring has turned to summer in that time, and only the mornings are pleasant now. For summer ‘17, my primary style goal is to make the shift towards ethical, mindful, slow fashion. Coming from the scarcity mindset that the lack of options in plus sizes inevitably steers you towards, I always felt that ethical fashion sounded wonderful in theory but would be impossible to implement. And yes, I’d probably want to make the occasional purchase on ASOS (for example) but for the foreseeable future, I’m taking advantage of India’s dressmaking culture and getting everything I can tailored.
I went back to tailoring last winter after months of encouragement from Ushshi, for which I’ll be forever grateful because tailoring has fundamentally altered the baseline of how much I can do with clothing. I admit my motivations are rooted in selfishness - more than anything I’m dreaming of finally designing my dream wardrobe - at the same, given my current lifestyle, mindfulness feels natural to who I am. When I’m not working on blog-related stuff, I spend most of my time cooking, gardening, reading, and making things. It would be strange to not at least try to be mindful about the clothes I wear, considering how important they are to me.
Here’s what I’m planning to do this summer (and afterwards!) when it comes to my wardrobe
Shop locally and support local artisans.
Support independent makers with my wallet instead of big brands.
Recycle clothing in my wardrobe, which is to say wear stuff I’ve hardly ever worn instead of buying more. I’m especially guilty of this one because I tend to stick to just 5 or 6 pieces at any given time and then keep on replacing them with new ones.
Shop sustainably whenever possible, like vintage or second hand pieces instead of new. This is actually something I’ve been doing since I first started shopping online (I think about…15 years ago?) Some of my all time favourite pieces are second hand scores off eBay like my Brit Stitch satchel and Anthropologie jacket. Buying second hand clothing might not sound as glamorous as buying, say…organic, fairtrade clothing, but it’s a cheap, easy and useful thing you can do towards building a sustainable wardrobe. Whenever I buy second hand or vintage clothing online, it’s almost always from eBay (or Etsy) UK so I can get it delivered to my fiance and he can bring everything over in one go when he comes over. I would feel pretty awful flying over clothes one at a time halfway around the world even if I could afford to.
Invest more in quality pieces I can wear over and over again, now that I have a core wardrobe to see me through.
There’s also the fact that I can afford to do this now. There haven’t been a lot of times in the past 5 years that I could. Not to mention the question of access to a good tailor and the time needed to go fabric shopping and basically getting whatever I want to wear designed from scratch. Sometimes it takes a fitting session after the clothes are made to ensure that they sit well on my body. It’s time consuming and more expensive than buying the cheapest stuff on sale online and taking advantage of free shipping. It’s only recently that I’ve been able to afford both the budget and the leisure to do so.
I’m so obsessed with smock dresses I rarely wear any other kind these days! This is one of the two midi smocks I’ve gotten tailored recently. Ikat is such a springy and fresh look, and a pattern I’ve always loved. If you’re looking for similar styles in natural fabrics, there might not be a lot of options in retail but Etsy is one place where you’ll find dresses in a similar aesthetic. Sondeflor Shop and OffOn Clothing, both on Etsy, have many bohemian smock styles in custom sizes.
My shoes are also from Etsy, and I’ve gotten quite a few questions about them on Instagram! They’re from a shop called Bonjour Store, who are actually based in Jaipur. Having worn similar pairs in my childhood, I was expecting them to be the hard leather kind that you need to break in. I was pleasantly surprised when these sandals turned out to be really, really soft with padded insoles. I love how they look like clogs but feel so different on my feet. I also got a pair of strappy sandals from Bonjour Store that I’ll planning to style next, and I’m thinking of stocking up on some more styles from them over the summer!
My top is from ASOS, way back in 2011. I’ve styled itmore than onceon the blog and worn it many more times than that, so it exceeded #30wears a long time ago. The vintage purse has been on everydayrotation in my wardrobe since I got it. The pear pin that isn’t quite visible in photos is still a pretty little addition IRL and is salvaged from a dress I bought in 2007. I’ve linked to similar products on the widget below so you can re-create this look for yourself if you like!
Yes, if youve not seen already, this blog is on hiatus meaning I wont be posting as much anymore. I promise you there is reason for that.
During my ‘bad’ moment, I hit a sudden realisation that… Im not getting any younger. Im 23 and ive had so many dreams ive not accomplished. I wrote a letter to my 20 year old self when I was 13 saying I was proud of what id become and id knew that id make it as a performer.
If you follow me on twitter you’ll know this already, but if not, I want to act. Ive always loved acting even when I was on a Film course at university, I always preferred being in front of the camera, and I was good at it. I was the first choice for filmmakers in the college until I left.
I realise now that I want to persue that dream, I want to make more of myself and by god have I been working so hard to make that happen. Acting classes, auditions, applying for jobs, modelling, I even got an audition to be in a BBC comic relief show!! (cant go to that sadly bc its the same day as my nieces birthday)
But nevertheless, I’m more determined than ever to make this happen and open more doors for myself.
Please know, this hiatus is NOT negative. Im not wanting to leave you guys, I’m not done with the fanbase. On the contrary, you guys are the one who gave me that kick up the ass I needed to make this happen, and I cannot thank you enough for that.
Also thank you to Mark. You’ve given me this confidence to talk, to befriend, to network and to be creative. Without you, me wouldnt be me. If things go well, you’ll see me one day on the big screen.
I love you guys, THAT will never change. Again, please know that this hiatus is only for a positive reason. Im making things happen.