#before they have either of my languages

[westernsunshine]

Also I forgot to mention I just quit Duolingo with a 120 day streak. It’s kind of sad, I was hoping to keep a streak going for the whole year and finish both the Italian and Arabic courses, but this news that they’re going AI-forward is just not acceptable to me. The overall quality of the app has depreciated so much over the past couple of years and I was kind of in denial about it because I couldn’t find a good alternative that had so many languages and no paywalled content but like… the current content is not that good, and the content that will be added in the future will likely be AI slop. There’s better options for both of my languages at this point. I’m out.

[they-didnt-last]

anyone interested in talking about the iconic 2000's middle-grade-bordering-on-ya book series gallagher girls??

[mossiestpiglet]

chewing the walls about the way sunakawa reacts to the ogre story btw like. everyone else sees what the blue ogre did as this unbelievably selfless tragic sacrifice, to leave his home and only friend so that that friend could have the happiness he wanted. but not suna, OF COURSE not suna whose concept of friendship is entirely based around how he feels for takeo. to him, it’s only natural to make a choice like that. it’s the only choice that would make sense.

Who wouldn’t change the entire course of their own life to make their friend happy? That’s just how friendship works guys

[niamhthefae]

there is a boy from lithuania in my science class.... thinking i might have to try and talk to him to see if he knows/what he thinks about Katarsis

[yeonban]

I've been watching tons of videos of speeches from serial killers, cult leaders, (confirmed) psychopaths etc today and Tobias does plenty of the subtle things they do, from tone and phrasing to body language. It makes it x100 scarier for me to then look at how Tobias has made every single person he's come across like him to some degree or another, sometimes simply by existing and other times by tailoring his manipulation strategies to their psyche

[nelscnssullivan]

very tiny tsitp season 3 episode 4 review in some strange format!

(spoiler warning i guess?)

the plot: it’s as close to the book as it can get with all the established show!plot lines and even though i just want to see conrad happy, i love it! i get laurel’s reasoning and love that she doesn’t just change her mind, and that’s not just because i’m team conrad lol. the flashback to belly’s new room and laurel staying with her til she fell asleep still broke me. taylor and lucinda are dear to my heart and i am so happy to see taylor’s back story. and belly not wanting to go to paris anymore? what the hell? no??? in some way i think both adam and john are handling this the right way, or at least their right way. & at this point jere with his arrogance and his exaggerated optimism just annoys me, simply because i want to stay in my sad (for conrad) mind for a bit :(

conrad: the MAN. my heart hurts watching him trying to be okay with everything. the tiny flashback of both of them from christmas 2.0 !!! so happy he has agnes supporting him and on his side, she’s so important to me already! as loud as i screamed at him to go into belly’s room and comfort her, he was right not to and BAKE instead (i love it). would love to know if he just postponed leaving after seeing her crying or just won’t leave at all (i’m guessing he just stays). i can’t wait for him to narrate an entire episode, i know it will hurt so much, but it will be worth the pain in the end i guess?

the music: i loved that it was calm and quiet i the beginning, no big songs or loud noise, just conversations and quiet background music. hearing heartbeats in a jelly scene made me mad, in my head it’s reserved for my number 1 sitcom couple simmosa, but we’ll have to get through it. the way it ended so abruptly when she saw conrad had me giggling. landslide hurts, but was perfect for that scene, i guess it was made for the stressful and annoying (and in this case: sad) parts of tv lol. and halley’s comet, gosh, if there was ever a song written by conrad fisher, it would be this one. and with conrad’s narration, even better. this one hurt, like it was intended to.

conclusion: idk, i would’ve loved to see conrad way sooner, but it was worth waiting for him. it will get worse but it will also get better. i also enjoyed episode 3 because of that. maybe believing that is also the exaggerated optimism i was criticising about jere, probably is. i liked the episode, it was fun and heartbreaking, i laughed a few times (honestly don’t even know why) and can’t wait for more!

[sicdicitnequamdeus]

the problem with having a hobby as stupid and expensive as collecting vocal synths is i'm old and dying so all my favorites are old and dying. so i don't have the option of thinking twice about it when i could literally wake up the next day and they'll be gone forever

[incineraryperiphery]

silly little headcanon: aether and lumine changed into khaenri'ah clothing when they first arrived in teyvat and never bothered/completely forgot to change back out of them after everything happened

[the-deadlock-south]

as pleased as i am that we're getting a new support hero, i can't help but be disappointed that she looks like d.va's and tracers's models just got mashed together (i literally thought it was just a new skin for either of them for a sec). i kinda want to know what the lore behind her is, but... at the same time i lost interest in new characters lore after bap :( let us know if she's at least fun to play when you get a chance to test her out!

i havent been interested in OW lore since like. idk maybe ramattra: at this point i am just here to see if the chara plays nice and if they look nice while liking the old ones LOL juno looks real fun to play with the space theme, so i'm optimistic she'll be a joy :^)

regarding juno about her appearance, i don't think she looks too much like a mash up of dva/tracer like some of the gal heroes usually do (kiriko genuinely does just make me think of tracer sometimes, for instance)..

...but i do like her 'preview' model before. at the very least, her eyes made her stand out with how sharp the lashes were coupled with her smaller face

in the model we have now, they like. nerfed her lashes LOL??? i could be coping but her old eyes looked more 'rectangular' than the rounded shape we have now also. if they kept the eyes from before, i think that would've helped make her stand out, at the very least the lashes. they have a particular style to them that just isn't translated into the in-game model now

[undead-moth]

I know I’m being a hater and this is a 100% harmless thing that’s just a pet peeve of mine but truly one of the most annoying brands of post is “I don’t care about writing, grammar or punctuation rules. I do what I want!” And then the examples they give are. Completely in line with grammar/punctuation/writing conventions. And it’s like oh ok. You don’t even know what these rules are but you’ve decided you’re against them even as you follow them without knowing it. You are the writing equivalent of people who think Taylor Swift is punk just so you know.

[sysig]

Dr. ZEXenstein (Patreon)

[depressedtheatrekiddo]

WHO THE FUCK DECIDED IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO PUT MY FINALS THE WEEK THAT COMES AFTER ARCANE ACT 3 COMES OUT 😭😭😭😭😭

[deus-ex-mona]

starting the year ✨wrong✨

[abyssembraced]

Where did Ghost really go before returning to Hallownest ?

Frankly, the question that was asked of them was one that Ghost wouldn't mind knowing the answer to themself.

Their memories... Even their early ones from when they first returned to Hallownest were hazy and fragmented. The more challenging fights they'd faced in the Crossroads and their first encounters with the bugs they'd come to call their friends still existed in their mind, yet lay scattered and untethered from each other with unknowable gaps in between, with no certainties as to even the order in which any of the events occurred.

Before that? They knew hardly anything of their past.

What did they do in the vast, endless wasteland outside Hallownest? What caused them to return to the fallen kingdom? Why did they even leave it in the first place?

They didn't know.

They typically didn't care to think on those questions much, either—it made more sense to focus on the present, and the things they knew now, rather than dwell on an unrecoverable past. Yet, here they were, being asked to recount those lost memories.

They... Could at least make an attempt?

Grasping at those memories was hard. Though they knew for a fact that they had spent much of their life outside the kingdom's bounds, it was as though the memories of that time had never existed in the first place.

But... They could fight. Even before coming back to Hallownest, they already knew how to wield a nail. So, then... They must have met someone out there. Travellers, perhaps. Someone who taught them how to fight—or at least the basics of it, anyway. Perhaps they were even the one to gift them the nail that had since carried them through many battles, or maybe that was a different Someone.

But who? Ghost couldn't picture them. They didn't even know for sure that such a person had even existed, but it only made sense, right?

...

There was only one time that they had ever managed to recover a long thought lost memory, and that was with the Dream Nail. If they were to enter their own dream once more, unlock the hidden secrets within their own mind... Would that give them answers? Would it do anything at all?

Although... Did it even matter? The stranger's curiosities aside, they... Didn't particularly care about discovering their past. It wasn't as though whatever it was that had happened back then could be changed. Nor did they think that learning anything new about it would affect their present life. They were happy where they were right now, with their family and friends in the recovering Hallownest.

Yes.

They didn't remember what they did before their return to Hallownest, but that was okay.

[therentyoupay]

“This year has been kind of wild, hasn’t it?” Anna muses much, much later that evening, well into the second round of dessert. Elsa looks up, startled by the wave of somber thoughtfulness from Anna’s side of the table. She isn’t quite sure what’s going on in her own headspace, let alone her sister’s.

“I mean,” Anna’s face crumbles, and she hides it poorly, “between me moving around so much, and finding my new job, and. You know. Dealing with Hans.”

Elsa’s fingers tighten imperceptibly on the handle of her fork. She lets Anna talk, and offers her a single encouraging nod, precise and controlled. Anna’s mouth is brave, tiny smiles and courageous words, but her eyes glisten with disappointment, with fear, with countless questions that Elsa cannot answer.

“I guess I wasn’t expecting my life to really… turn out like this?”

That makes two of us, Elsa can’t help but think but doesn’t dare let the thought rise any closer to the surface. These thoughts are not fair, she knows. They are not real, or maybe they are, but perhaps they shouldn’t be; Elsa has made her own decisions, and Anna has made hers—because Anna is an adult, because she’s starting to think like one—and now the two of them are left to pick up the pieces.

“I can understand that feeling,” Elsa shares, reluctant to offer anything more encouraging, such as no one does, really, or there’s still so much more, and your life isn’t over yet. “Sometimes plans change.”

Anna makes a face. “Sometimes for the better,” she mutters darkly, grimacing into her cup of cold tea. Elsa faintly wonders when Anna will think to reheat it but lets her make that choice on her own; she tries to keep a tally in her head, these days, of how many choices she consciously relents to Anna. She knows Anna does not notice. “Like. A hell of a lot better.”

Elsa cracks an amused grin at the grit in Anna’s voice, of fire and violence, and you won’t fool me again, and allows herself a deep sigh of unexpected relief.

“It’s okay to blame me, you know,” Anna’s confession cuts through the contented haze of Elsa’s awareness. Her sister’s eyes are so honest, and all over again, Anna is breaking, breaking her heart. “You gave up your doctoral program for me.”

Elsa turns her gaze to the contents of her mug, still warm. Whatever she says next will stay in Anna’s heart forever; she wants to make sure the words are the right ones.

“I did,” she answers eventually. “But I left for me, too.”

“But you’ve been waiting for that opportunity your whole life,” Anna insists, and her cheeks are dry but there are tears in her voice, in her throat, in her essence. “You want it. And you gave it up, because I’m a mess.”

“No,” Elsa corrects. “I withdrew because life is a mess.” She thinks in sudden waves and flashes—of freedom, of feeling trapped by four walls and a bedroom set of furniture, of opportunity, of wanting escape but not knowing how to find it, of feeling crowded and alone, of realizing that control is relative and everything and nothing, and says, “It may not have been the best thing to do, but it was the best decision we could have made at the time. It happened because it needed to happen.” Elsa lets that sink in. “And I’ll go back someday.”

“When?” Anna wants to know.

But Elsa still doesn’t really have an answer.

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start from the beginning of livable 🎄🎁❤️

[phagodyke]

weekend melancholy is starting to kick in >~<