#haven't done one of these in a while and I missed it :)

[cherrychilli]

18+ Eddie Munson x f! reader, idiot friends to lovers, not exactly a meet cute because they already know each other but it's also not not a naughty little meet cute if you get me, face sitting, 69 just not in the way you might think(yet), lots of horny flirting, mentions of blood, minor injury and one tiny meta reference I couldn't help but slip in. WC: 2K

Say what you will about Carol Perkins but the girl's got one hell of an arm. You stare with simmering contempt in your eyes at your purse wedged between the branches of an old, towering hickory several many feet above your head.

You're not surprised by it though. You expected some kind of retaliation after your little spat when you caught her trying to shoplift lip gloss at the cosmetics counter you worked at.

Word travelled fast after that, everyone snickering about how she tried to pull a Winona. Unfortunately for you, the incident wasn't enough to make her swear off five finger discounts. Her sticky little fingers managed to get hold of your purse when you had your back turned for only a few seconds the next day, a crudely scrawled note left behind which read, Come to the woods behind the school if you want your knock off Gucci back.

So you went there anticipating some fight club type of shit to go down. You really couldn't rule that out with a person like Carol, an old school bully to many who went to Hawkins High, especially those unlucky enough to have actually felt the fiery sting of her open palm against their cheek.

Only you were kind of looking forward to this meeting. Now a graduate and a little fired up yourself, you didn't need to worry about anything like a potential expulsion if you were to strike her back, fixing the rings on your fingers so that if you needed to, you could scratch open her chin when you uppercut the bitch.

But Carol wasn't there, a little to your disappointment. Only her handiwork left behind for you to deal with.

So now here you were, a crackling carpet of brittle yellowed and browned leaves crunching under your converse as you try to figure out the best way to go about retrieving your purse, hoping she hadn't also swiped any of the money inside it.

Looking around, you can't seem to spot a stick long enough to try and dislodge it, all of them far too short and skinny like bony witch fingers. The few rocks you try to aim at the thing missed every time too, purse still firmly in place.

So, you knew what needed to be done.

It's been a while since you last scaled a tree but you haven't forgotten how, hiking the skirt of your flared midi dress higher up your thighs while you reach for the closest branch, dry bark crumbling in your palms.

You're as careful as can be, taking your time to test every branch before you bear your full weight down on it, winding your way higher and higher up the thick gray trunk as you remind yourself to not look down.

Sweat beads down your back making your dress stick to your skin and your hands began to feel raw halfway through the climb so the relief you feel when you finally reach your purse is immense. Freeing one hand to pop open the clasp, you're able to confirm that Carol had in fact pinched a 50 which you very much intend to get back with interest before you toss her purse into the middle of lovers lake.

Clamping your teeth down on your purse, you begin your descent, following the exact path you took to get up it only you make it just a few inches lower when you hear a distinct dry snap followed by the shifty sound of footsteps. Two sets of footsteps making their way through the fallen leaves in fact.

Quietly, you sit yourself down on a thick branch that looks strong enough to hold you up, your legs dangling as you try to remain hidden behind the greener leaves yet to turn a shriveled yellow and break off from its branches. The thought of being caught like this is something you're not keen on. Especially at the risk of giving whoever it is an unobstructed up skirt view of your panties.

You hold your breath until they comes into view, recognition dawning on you when you set your eyes on the familiar combo of leather and denim and a very distinct tumbleweed of wild hair.

Eddie Munson, your old classmate and some letter jacket meat slab following in tow. The two of them sit across from each other at the formerly vacant wooden table and bench below, the tinny sound of Eddie's lunchbox echoing all the way up to your ears when he sets it down between them.

You watch quietly and closely at them going back and forth when Eddie quotes his price for a considerably large portion of the devil's lettuce all wrapped up in a thin, flimsy little plastic bag, a little amused seeing him all business and no jokes or smiles. There must be a party happening tonight, you deduce, that much weed too much for just the one person, even for a guy as big and hulking as Eddie's new customer.

The meat slab is the first to leave after digging through his pockets for a few extra dollars until Eddie hands him the stuff, trudging away through the crisp layer of dried up leaves until his footsteps turn muffled and then completely silent to let you know that he's no longer in the woods.

Eddie lingers for a few moments, apparently in no kind of rush as he takes his time closing up the lunch box, pulling out a cigarette and lighter as he gets up from the bench, just about to pass by your tree when-

crack!

The branch you'd perched yourself on wasn't as strong as you thought it to be when it snaps, a choked scream stuck in your throat with your teeth still wrapped around your purse when you lose your balance, your eyes squeezing shut as you plummet.

The impact knocks the wind out of you at first. Luckily you hadn't hit any of the other branches on your way down but a pulsing dull ache weaves it's way through your muscles, your palms and knees dirty and scraped up but your face seems to have landed on something much softer.

When you try to pick yourself up, you find yourself face to face with a pair of black denim jeans, the zipper somehow upside down as your hands press down on a pair of meaty thighs while you try to steady yourself.

You rock back just a bit, still trying to figure it all out with your head all spinny when feel your clothed pussy come to rest on something hard, a puff of hot air blown right into your panties with a muffled exclamation sounding out.

The way you scramble away is almost comical, so frantic like a severed gecko's tail when you figure out that you'd fallen right on top of Eddie, your face in his crotch and his in yours.

"Oh my god oh my god, I didn't mean to- are you okay? Eddie I'm so sorry!"

He's far less jittery than you are, propping himself up on his elbows with a little groan, leaves tangled in his hair, his lunchbox knocked onto its side behind him. The fall had made him bite his cigarette in two, one end lying on the forest floor before it's joined by the other when Eddie spits it out of his mouth. You manage to find his lighter nearby, picking it up and handing it back to him.

"Still in one piece", he pats his chest and he huffs a laugh, placing the lighter back inside his jacket pocket. "Could get used to this. It's not everyday that it rains pretty women."

The flirt. Just as he'd been with you in high school though you're not sure whether to be charmed or embarrassed given the circumstances. So both emotions manage to sneak in before you can decide on which one.

"I- my purse- Carol, see she tried to shoplift, right? I caught her and so my purse-", you find it just behind you, holding it up in front of Eddie's face as you continue to explain. "She lifted it before I could notice and she tossed it all the way up there," you point up at the spot you fell down from. "I slipped. I tried to stay quiet while you were busy but the branch broke and my foot slipped and..."

And what? "I'm sorry I sat on your face, Eddie? It won't happen again?" God, you felt so stupid right now.

"Woah woah, take a breath. It's not like I'm going to press charges or anything", he assures you.

You knew he wouldn't do anything of the sort. Eddie was always nice to you. Still is it seems, even after you so rudely and abruptly body slammed into him so damn hard. Maybe your luck's starting to turn. Or maybe it's just because he's in a good mood after a big sale... Yeah, that must be it.

Feeling a little better about the whole thing, you manage to get yourself back on to your feet even if a little unsteadily, holding a hand out to Eddie so you can help him up too. He accepts it at first but when his eyes fall to your knees his hand slips free from yours.

"You're bleeding", he notices.

Looking down, you see that he's right, two open cuts on both knees. Nothing serious but the blood is yet to clot, trailing down your legs in thin red lines and staining your socks.

You don't have anything on you to help dab it with, looking around when Eddie begins to shed his denim vest.

"It's clean, promise. Took it out of the laundry this morning"

The gesture is so sweet, watching him attentively as he kneels at your feet. You attempt to help too, picking the leaves out of his hair because it's the least you could do while he carefully cleans away the dirt on your skin. The feeling of his hand wrapping around your calf to steady himself is nice too, pressing the denim against your wounds so gently that you barely hiss at the sting.

"Doesn't look too bad. That's a good thing. You always had nice legs".

Your face could not feel any hotter than it already feels right now. At this angle, he might even be able to catch another glimpse or two up your skirt again but this time you don't mind at all. He's earned it.

"Thanks", you tell him with a smile, your toes curling in your socks because there's something so nice about being taken care of after the the whole thing with Carol that it makes you want to shiver with delight.

In the past you knew not to take him too seriously just in case he was only being nice to you but at the same time, Eddie was never one to be shy or less than honest about what he thought or said. Maybe you just had trouble accepting that and in turn, accepting that you were more than deserving of that kind of attention.

"You shouldn't be walking around like this. I could give you a ride if you're cool with that", he offers when he looks back up at you, the deep brown of his eyes now a light cinnamon with the sun spilling down on his face from between the branches.

"Yeah, I'd really appreciate that", you accept eagerly.

The drive back to yours is more than pleasant, though you'd never actually lost touch it was nice for two high school friends like you to reconnect on a new level. Eddie even joins you in trashing Carol a bit too though now you feel you might actually owe that thieving venom spitting cobra of a woman a little thank you.

What were the chances of this all happening? the both of you in the same place at the same time, your branch giving way the exact moment he got closer to you? no sooner, no later. Whatever the reason might be, today feels kind of special.

"Sorry I messed up your vest", you hold up the bloody thing tentatively when he pulls up outside your house.

"You kidding? 's the best its ever looked. Pretty hardcore"

You giggle at that, part of you realizing that you don't want to leave his van, trying to stall and find a reason to stay a little longer and keep whatever this is becoming going.

Eddie looks back at you pensively as you do so.

He doesn't want you to leave either. He thinks about how absurdly fast he'd gone from securing a deal like any other day to having his nose buried in your panties out of nowhere. If he doesn't act just as fast he might never get this opportunity again.

"Y' know, I wouldn't mind seeing even more of you next time", he smiles, somehow coming on more sweetly suave than sleazy like you would find any other man who would say so.

"Eddie Munson, you hound", you play scold him back, swatting him gently on the arm. Any excuse to touch him. You can't help noticing how nice and firm it feels under that dark layer of leather.

Honestly, Eddie's a little surprised himself that his charm's actually working too but manages to keep it up.

"So, what do you say? dinner? movie?", he suggests hopefully.

"Sure. Dinner, movie and then, when you come back to mine, maybe we can pick up where we left off from when I was on top of you", you wink back.

[althecowboy]

TLT character heights

This has probably been done before, but I just have this collecting dust in my google docs. All of these quotes are from GTN with the chapter cited, not the page because I use an ebook. The quotes are in no particular order. TLDR at the end.

So firstly, I need to find an “average height” for the 9 Houses for a reason that will make sense later. The average height for a man in 2025 is 5’9 (175cm), but these books are 10,000 years in the future so would the average height be that different?

This chart is from a paper that I can’t find a free version of, so take this with a grain of salt. 10,000 years ago, in 8,000 BCE, women were around 159cm (5’3) and men were about 173cm (5’8). I haven’t found any data with consistent or significant numbers showing if humans have grown on average in the past 30 years, so I’d say that the 1996 data point is fairly up to date. These points show the average height of a woman in modernity is 164cm (5’5), while men are now 178cm (5’10). If we take these numbers at face value and say that the average height of humanity increases by about 2 inches (5cm) every 10,000 years, that will put our average height for women at about 5’7 (170cm) and men at about 6’0 (183cm). Now on to why this is relevant.

“the lovely twin took one of his ears between a thumb and forefinger and tweaked it unmercifully. He was not a short young man, but she had half a head on him, and a whole head if you counted her hair” chapter 9

I take "not short" to mean that Naberius is average height, so I'm placing him at 6’0 (183cm). Corona (and Ianthe, as they are the same height) are “half a head taller than him”. A head is 1/7th-1/8th of total body height and we’ll just use Babs’ head as a measuring stick which is likely 24cm (9in), making Corona and Ianthe ~5 inches taller than him, at about 6’5 (195cm). 

“He was about an inch shorter than her,” chapter 11-- about Naberius and Gideon (btw is it an “inch” in all versions or is this a localization?)

  So Gideon is 6’1 (185cm). 

“Coronabeth had crossed the floor to Palamedes, and though he was tall she towered a full half a head over him if you included the hair” chapter 21

As mentioned before, Coronabeth’s hair is half a head tall, so if you remove that, Palamedes matches Corona and Ianthe at 6’5 (195cm)

“as though Ianthe were not a head shorter” chapter 34, reffering to Colum

Colum is probably between 7’1 (215cm) and 7’3 (220cm). 

“Standing next to him holding a big wedge of broken sculpture and the flashlight was a tall, equally grey-wrapped figure with a scabbard outlined at her hip” chapter 12

Gideon describes Camilla as tall which is incredibly unspecific. The shortest height we see Gideon think of as tall before this is Pal and the twins, but I think it could just mean someone taller than her because Gideon is already quite tall. This is the only one on this list based partially in headcanon, but I think Pal is taller than Cam, so I’m putting her firmly at 6’3 (190cm).

I know this seems like a random selection of characters, but in my four readings of GTN, these are the only lines I caught onto as being something I could actually base height on. I haven't combed through HTN or NTN in the same way, so let me know if you guys have any lines that I missed.

TLDR:

Naberius: 6'0/183

Gideon: 6'1/185

Camilla: 6'3/190

Corona: 6'5/195

Ianthe: 6'5/195

Palamedes: 6'5/195

Colum: 7'2/217

[thatoneloudintrovert]

Summary of my session:

I leave the Wall™ for the first time this session and just a few minutes after I sink into the ground as I'm trying to walk. I wasn't paying enough attention and sank into the powdered snow on the ground. I freeze out of fear for longer than I should have and missed the time where I could have still made it out. I freeze to death there, alone and cold. (Just like I was in the cold desert night, up in that tower.)

I wake up with a start back under the tree I took my little cat nap next to last session and decide that I need to be useful to the team. I haven't done anything to be useful. I don't know how to be a good friends, but I should know how to be useful. I need to be useful. (the mushrooms... a gombák... azt mondták nekem)

I go to the village I heard so much about in search of some villagers but I find there are none left. My body is still cold and shaking from my death earlier and feel angry about how useless I am.

I burn the village to warm my body and take my anger out.

I make my way back to the Wall™ in hopes something that could make me useful would come up and it does, in the worst way possible.

When I get back to the Wall™ I see it covered in lava, out of the corner of my eye I see Manu running back towards her base with the Northlanders.

I run inside to see the fire spread to the trees. This is not what I wanted when I said I'm cold.

I try to at first get rid of the fire with water, but when that doesn't seem to help, not enough anyway, I start chopping a line in the trees to stop the spread of fire.

It stops the spread, but most of the forest is gone, the only thing left untouched is the shrine.

It must be divine intervention! The watchers or the mushrooms must have heard my prayers, they must like us! They are real, they have to be. They made it so I could be back in time to save the shrine!

I kneel in front of the untouched shrine and pray, to the watchers, to the mushrooms while the rest of the forest burns behind me.

As I finish my prayer Elephant gets a kill as the boogeyman. They love us, oh they really do! The mushrooms are on our side! I write him a message congratulating him on the kill.

A new boogeyman is chosen, I am relieved to find it isn't me.

I leave the still burning forest to find a purpose.

While I find no purpose I do find Rae and we make fun of Rachie together. It's fun until Rachie shoots at us. I leave when it happens.

On the way home I see Manu killed Kazan as the boogeyman, I don't like her.

I build another wall around the Wall™ for extra protection on the other side of the river. This will make sieges a lot harder for the others. I am usefull. (A gombák megmondták...)

I see in chat while building that Astoria dies to mobs, I send her a message asking thhem if they're okay. He says he's okay, so I believe them, like a good friend should, I think.

As I'm working on one side Ari pours lava on the other side. It doesn't do much with the wall as it's made of stone and there's a river on the side it was poured towards. She runs when she notices me still on the wall.

At the end of session Elephant comes home with news of a destroyed village. I take pleasure in telling him that that's my work.

What a session! My first death this season too, it was great angst potential, so I love it

The mushrooms are now speaking my native language to try and entice me into following them, not like I need enticement.

All hail the watcher wheel and listen to the mushrooms!

Fated Life session 3

Bluishspace aka me (He/Him) - 20:00

@a-sociopath-do-your-research aka Oli (Xe/Void/It) - 20:00

@bendy8me aka Bendy (She/Her) - 19:00

@juno0n aka Juno (She/Her) - 21:00

@raeistrying aka Rae (She/Her) - 21:00

@silverorchideon aka Orchid (He/They) - 21:00

@communistcatboi aka Catboi (He/They) - 21:00

@theblackglitch aka Glitch (She/Her) - 21:00

@kazanfamily aka Kazan (He/They) - 22:00

@twisttea aka Twisttea (She/Her) - 22:00

@cowgirlginger aka Ginger (She/Her) - 20:00

@thatlonelygirl07 aka Manu (She/Her) - 21:00

@lizzlylou aka Liz (They/Them) - 21:00

@thatoneloudintrovert aka Floracica (She/Her) - 21:00

@not-ready-for-gaster aka Bee (She/They) - 20:00

@whats-she-gonna-post-next aka Starfall (She/They) - 20:00

@frostywisp aka Fros (They/Them) - 20:00

@the-local-pineapple aka Tessa (She/Her) - 21:00

@spectresharmony aka Ari (She/Her) - 21:00

@astoriagalaxy aka Astoria (All) - 19:00

@3-pots-of-soup aka Soup (Any) - 19:00

@hayunjin aka Hayunjin (She/Her) -20:00

@craftingelephant aka Elephant (He/Him) - 20:00

@thejade-empress aka Jade (She/Her) - 20:00

@rachiecrown aka Rachie (She/Her/Any) - 21:00

First, the wheel for this session:

Lower chance of attempted monopoly and per aquisition as we are nearing middle of the season and higher chance of meetups, pranks and Adventure.

Session 3 begins:

Despite having lowered the attempted monopoly chance by a lot Kazan still attempts a sand monopoly.

Floracica gets stuck in powdered snow and dies. -1h to Floracica.

Juno finds an abandoned mineshaft.

Starfall breaks Twisttea's crafting table as she is using it.

Ras travels to the Nether to mine netherite.

Hayunjin also travels to the Nether but is killed by a Ghast. -1h to Hayunjin.

Elephant fills Jade's base with mushrooms.

Orchid and Bee meet Astoria near the Wall™ asking them to be a spy. They refuse(?).

Rachie steals from multiple factions.

Soup pranks Catboi using three simple steps: Don't do anything, act sus while near his base, paranoia.

Liz, Blue and Glitch work together as they wait for the boogeyman to be chosen.

Manu and Bendy work together as they wait for the boogeyman to be chosen.

Ari uses a fishing rod to mess with Ginger.

Oli, Fros and Tessa discuss the season thus far.

The boogeyman is chosen, It's ???.

Hayunjin trades diamonds to Rachie in exchange of materials that Rachie secretly stole.

Bendy ventures into the mines.

Kazan and Orchid make a secret alliance.

Floracica travels to the village but finds it empty of villagers and burns it down.

Fros finds a wolf and tames it.

Oli challenges Ari to a water clutch, they both survive.

Tessa, Twisttea and Blue prove their loyalty to eachother by trading their lives to eachother in a circle.

Manu covers the Wall™ with lava, the dark oak forest is set in fire.

Glitch and Rae mock eachother, Astoria is also there in a "live Astoria reaction" style.

Soup travels to the Nether to get blaze rods.

Elephant murders Liz revealing themselves as the boogeyman. -2h to Liz. +1h to Elephant.

I didn't know wether to reroll the boogeyman now so I put a poll in the discord with the options: Yes and No with absolutely no context and yes won so.

The boogeyman is chosen again, It's ???.

Starfall and Jade travel to the Nether and work together to get ender pearls.

Catboi, Juno and Ginger have a fishing competition.

Liz goes to the Nether, Blue and Glitch come with.

Hayunjin attempts a sand monopoly. (Not again not again not again not again-)

Orchid sneaks into the dark oak forest stealing some saplings and some mushroom blocks.

Ginger builds a cobblestone tower to build height.

Fros goes to the village only to find it destroyed.

Bendy asks Starfall to join their team, Starfall agrees.

Ari is killed by a spider. -1h to Ari.

Soup creates a fake treasure hunt across the server, Astoria falls for it.

Kazan and Jade encounter eachother in the forest and get into a discussion.

Oli sneaks in the Northlanders base but is caught by Bee and is forced to try to play it off as a visit.

Floracica and Rae make fun of Rachie, Rachie shoots at them.

Catboi finds a beautiful white horse and takes it home.

Manu, Twisstea and Tessa craft compassess for all members of the Northlanders. (Team specific adventure! Woo!)

Juno and Elephant challenge eachother to a race. Juno wins.

And that's the half way mark, to recap the time changes:

-2h to Liz, +1 to Elephant, -1 to Hayunjin, -1h to Floracica, -1h to Ari.

Back to the session:

Bee and Blue start a cult in the name of the goddess of blooms to fight off the mushrooms.

Hayunjin manages to get a music disk by trapping a creeper in a boat and getting a skeleton to shoot at it.

Juno travels to the Nether and manages to get a wither skull, there are currently three across the server.

Manu kills Kazan revealing herself as the boogeyman. -2h to Kazan. +1h to Manu.

Ginger and Catboi meet up in secret (In a scheming way, NOT a romantic way).

Rae creates a secret creeper farm.

Oli joins discovers the place of worship for the bloom goddess cult and slowly backs away.

Twisttea joins the bloom goddess cult. (Northlanders work together always)

Glitch travels to the Nether but doesn't get anything cool from the trip.

Liz, Starfall and Kazan fish together then Kazan attempts to con them of an hour each and is chased away.

Orchid decides to make a path between bases as no one has done it yet, literally no one he sees trusts the path.

Bendy sets herself on fire while attempting arson, she dies. -1h to Bendy.

Soup and Ari meet up while in the forest, they discuss the Wall™ people.

Floracica builds a wall around her team's base. (But her teams base is a wall. So like another wall around The Wall™) to stop the impure outside from entering.

Fros asks Rachie for an alliance imagining a secret two person alliance outside of the main teams and Rachie agrees interpreting the request as them wanting to be part of Rachie's team. I'm sure this won't cause issues.

Astoria floods Jade's base with water.

Manu, Tessa and Elephant tell stories around the campfire. Elephant weaves tales of spores and mycelium, Manu and Tessa are concerned.

Glitch steals the wither head from Juno and burns it to prevent a wither from being spawned. (Well that didn't last long)

Manu joins the bloom cult. (Wooo!)

Hayunjin messes with Bendy using a fishing rod, Blue joins in too at some point.

Astoria is cornered by mobs and dies, -1h to Astoria.

Ari places lava on Floracica's new wall outside the Wall™.

Tessa tries to fill Starfall's inventory with light gray glass panes but is unsuccesfull.

Liz makes an attempt at a sugarcane monopoly, it doesn't go anywhere but I appreciate that It's not sand.

Rae finds a abandoned mineshaft while mining but it has already been looted.

Soup finds a polar fox trapped in a boat and takes it home.

Elephant, Ginger and Bee all individually travel to the destroyed village. (I Imagine it becomes real akward for Ginger third wheeling to the leaders of the two major weird opposing cults in the server.)

Oli takes some time to make a secret storage room hidden in case someone tries to steal from void.

Rachie stalks Kazan. But like. As a prank.

Jade creates a base on top of Catboi's base, he does not appreciate. Jade runs away laughing.

Fros traps Juno in one of those iron doors with pressure plate in the middle traps.

Orchid and Twisttea spend the last few minutes of the session fishing as Twisstea definitely totally isn't trying to get Orchid to join a cult.

And uh

See you in session 4!

[cashmerecrow]

𝔐𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔫'𝔰 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔥

[littlemoriflower]

Since the tag has been a bit slow lately:

Tell me your favorite things about mori! ( •̯́ ᴗ •̯̀)♡

[undomesticated-animal]

Some tags from @hyenaboycunt, @darethebrave, and @seimsisk that really cut to the quick of what I was trying to do here.

Tag Set #1

#absolutely love this piece#it took a moment for me to properly catch on since i dont think ive encountered written spanglish before#relevant linguistic background for me:#monolingual english speaker‚ 3 years of latin in HS‚ & familiar with pronunciation rules for spanish#plus a few friends/acquaintances who've spoken spanglish around me (but they're not consistently part of my life)#so i did the monolingual thing and focused on the obviously english paragraphs first#but once i grokked what i was looking at i started over#when reading English i dont really have an internal voice. i usually know the words and what they mean#(i sometimes completely miss out on written puns because of this‚ funny enough)#anyway. i started over. and i know the pronunciation rules but i dont have much experience reading spanish.#so i had to sound out a lot of it (internally) while i was reading.#and i was surprised by how much i understood when i could “hear” the words#even if i absolutely couldn't translate them.#and i did have to look to the english paragraphs for help of course‚ but less often than i expected#it's funny too that i was reminded of two people in my life who i hear speak like this. one is a friend's mother and i can HEAR the way#the way she says “mijo” to her son (my friend)#the other is a family friend I haven't thought of in YEARS but this writing has me hearing her voice and seeing her mannerisms so clearly.#I'm enamored with how actually thinking about the *sounds* both 1) made this exponentially more comprehensible to me#and 2) brought to mind the voices of family friends speaking to their children#it feels so very much like *home*#not my specific home. but it's something I've personally only heard spoken in places that *feel* like home.#really wonderful writing here Domi.#there's more thoughts churning but ironically words fail me. and tragically i dont have any other languages i can try

Tag Set #2

#i haven’t used my three years of high school spanish in quite a while#but what a linguistically fun reading challenge!#also a very good poem OP thank you for sharing#it was neat to catch the little differences between the paragraphs#art#poetry

Tag Set #3

#this sentence applies to all languages I think#everyone go read op's tags please#I do not speak Spanish but I can read it more of less fluently because I'm Brazilian and it just works like that#reading the spanglish versions felt so good#and I related to so much of it even if my circumstances are completely different#I have been through the experience of trying to date in English and it was such a mess#how to explain to a gringo the meaning of carinho? carente?

I had a really public meltdown a few months back because something happened during a date that made me realize I had slowly let my entire love life happen in English. And while I didn't [and still don't] feel like the answer is to demand that my partners learn Spanish in order to talk with me, I did realize that part of why I felt so thoroughly alienated from affection in my relationships is because it is in Spanish and Spanglish that I feel verbal care and affection. English feels....sterile and professional. Which is maybe a reasonable outcome of a world where "home" welcomes my polyglot behavior and "the rest of the world" gets irritated with me for requiring extra work of them to communicate.

It somehow never seems to occur to people that the work they dislike having to do for me will have to get done regardless, and what they are objecting to is literally my attempt to not carry and perform all of that work alone and unsupported in relationships that are meaningful to me.

That's a dynamic that's hard to vocalize to others unless they already internally recognize the experience and can pick up on it.

My partners still don't speak Spanish. But these days I do. Almost universally in my relationships, Spanish and Spanglish are verbalized markers of my feelings of intimacy, care, and trust in another. I use more over time as I become comfortable, I rely almost exclusively on common MexíCalí pet names and diminutives for partners, and the more relaxed/less rigidly self-managed I am, the more likely I am to simply reach for Spanglish first and foremost.

When I wrote this, I wrote the English paragraphs first. It took a little while, but it was doable because I use English A LOT in my professional and personal life obviously. Next I wrote the Spanish. This was harder. I have few people to keep up with, so I was anxious about mixing up my spelling, my grammar, my vowel modifiers, etc. I did a lot more checking and rechecking of my work to ensure that I was not misremembering my conjugations and grammatical structures.

I wrote the Spanglish last. I wrote it in under five minutes. I wrote it without once feeling the need to confirm my grammar or vocab. I wrote it and immediately felt it conveyed my tone and intention far better than either monolingual version. It was the closest thing I've ever felt to not having to "translate" my thoughts for someone else, and I spent a little time after just quietly having a cry about reaching my 30s before ever letting myself write the way I think, before letting myself trust my partners and loved ones with this part of me that is so integral to how it feels to be at home with another person.

I actually considered recording myself speaking the poem aloud because I agree with @hyenaboycunt that the way I write is meant to be read aloud, not read in one's mind, and there were several times reading it to myself that I realized reading it would lose something too. Several words where my accent and pronunciation was not the same as the language of the word itself, or where the blending went further than simply mixing and matching words within a sentence. I still might take a recording, we'll see. I really do think it's the next logical place for this art piece to go. But I also know that speaking is so raw and vulnerable to me, and while I would typically just have someone else do the recording, this is a circumstance where that wouldn't solve the issue at all. It has to be me. And ironically, that's what may end up limiting me from being able to do it. Yet again, my relationship with language being complicated creates barriers to communication that even *I* can barely recognize without real intentional thought. How can I expect others to see how much I do to be understood when I can barely admit it to myself?

En íngles, y otra vez in Spanish

No sé to describe mi relationship con mi lingua. Complicado, I suppose. No sé qué the words that will come en mi mente primary, y sometimes es difícil traducir between las idiomas. Creo que most people figure translation ser word-for-word, pero no es menos un pequeño here and there. Sometimes I look for las palabras exactamente por way too long y sientame abrumado. People act like eres estúpido if words are hard for you. Y adorame cual ser talking down a mi en bed, pero tiempo otros I get so angry when people decide no es importante para mi tiene tiempo enough communicarse. I don’t know how to describe my relationship with language. Complicated, I suppose. I never know which words will come to me first, and sometimes it’s hard to translate between languages. I think people expect translation to be word by word, but it so rarely is. Sometimes I search for the correct replacement word for way too long and it makes me feel so overwhelmed. People treat you like you’re stupid if you struggle with your words. And I like to be talked down to in bed, but the rest of the time it makes me so angry when people decide it’s not important for me to have the time to communicate properly. No sé cómo expressar mi social relación con la idioma. Quizás complicado. Nunca sé qué palabras vendrán primero a mi mente y, a veces, es difícil traducir entre los languajes. Creo que la mayoria de la gente se figurarán que la traducción sea palabra por palabra, pero raramente está. A veces trato de encontrar la palabra exacta durante demasiado tiempo y me poniendo abrumado. La gente actúa como si fueras estúpido si las palabras están costarían. Y adoro que me traten con condescendencia en la cama, pero si no me airado mucho cuando la gente decide que no es importante para mí tener tiempo para comunicarme. I wonder often how it feels hablar o necesitar solamente una idioma, y inglés at that. ¿Reconocéis how much nuestro uso de language changes how nos entendemos y our place aquí en es? I often wonder how it feels to only use or need one language, and English at that. Do people realize how much our language changes how we understand the world, our place in it? Me pregunto con frecuencia qué se siente hablar o necesitar solo una idioma, y ​ lo que es más, inglés. ¿Reconocéis todos de lo mucho que la idioma cambia nuestra comprensión del otros y nuestras relaciones sociales? La idioma es all about relationships. La forma de la palabra implies más y mucho about la context sociales en el que it’s spoken. Crecí con myriad trozos de significado in each sentence spoken. English feels desolado en momentos. ¿Cómo se dice mijita como en una chica que es carnal para mi con el tono solamente? En inglés, estan mucho emphasis en the meaning of body language and I imagine los otros rarely notice this. Maybe por eso I have such a bad time entender mi role para las vidas de mis quieridos. Menos Mamá, lo no tengo con que hablar Spanish. Pero maybe menos los diminutivos y verbalizacion de relationships sociales en nuestro day to day conversacion, no créo sé how to fill la falta. Quizás part of el problema conmigo y my understanding of non-verbal communicación, and I figure it out claro que si, pero I forget how often no es necesito hacer que.

Spanish is all about relationships. The shape of a word implies so much about the social context in which the word is being used to communicate. I grew up with so many layers of meaning in every sentence spoken. English feels almost desolate sometimes. How do you convey that you are calling someone baby girl with the love you have for family with only tone? There is so much weight put on non-verbal communication in English that I think people rarely notice. Maybe that’s why I have so much trouble understanding my role in the lives of my loved ones. Aside from my mother, no one I love speaks Spanish well enough to use it with me. But maybe without those little suffixes and verbalization of social relationships in our day to day conversation, I don’t know how to fill in the gaps left behind. Maybe some of the conflict in how others speak and how I hear their words is the absence. I’ve never been good at reading body language, and I surely figure it out in Spanish too, but I forget sometimes how many little spaces it isn’t necessary in my mother tongue. La idioma del espanol es una cuestión de relaciones. La forma de una palabra expresarse mucho del contexto social en el que se habla la palabra. Crecí con tantas trozos de significado en cada oraciónes hablado. La idioma del inglés es desolado por momentos. ¿Cómo se dice mijita como en una chica que es carnal para mi con el tono solamente? En inglés se pone mucho énfasis en el significado que expresa el cuerpo y imagino que los otros ven es raremente. Quizás por eso me resulta difícil comprender mi ubicación social en las vidas de mis queridos. Menos mi madre, nul de mis quieridos habla español con sultura para usarlo conmigo. Pero sin esos diminutivos y la charla sobre relaciones sociales en nuestras expresiones, no sé cómo llenar la falta. quizás un componente del problemo en cómo entiendo a los demás es la falta de contexto. Soy malo para interpretar el expressiones corporal, y también lo entiendo en español, claro que si, pero olvido que con frecuencia no es necesario en mi lengua materna. Me pregunta how it is por la gente del otra cara. ¿How is it to see how much más acepción there is anytime una palabra cambia en español? ¿What do you notice changing when leé lo que está escrito aquí? I wonder what that is like for people on the other side of the coin. How does it feel to realize how many componants of a single word can be changed in Spanish to convey meaning? What do you see change when you try to navigate my language? What was it like to read this post? Me pregunto cómo será eso para la gente del otro cara. ¿Cómo es ver los muchos pequeños cambios en una palabra que tienen significado? ¿Qué ves cuando intentas interpretar mi idioma? ¿Cómo fue leer lo esto obra? Some say a mi está buenísima that I lapse en el español during sex. Some react poorly when I cambio en medio idiomas. Otros no tienen any reaction at all. No creó sé what I want people entender para mi behavior. Yo sé quiero to be loved en mi context. I know this makes la spoken idioma un dificíl way para mi aceptar love. I wonder how entendeís conmigo. Sometimes people tell me it’s hot that I lapse into Spanish during sex. Sometimes people react with visible discomfort whenever I move between languages. Others don’t have any reaction at all. I don’t know how to convey to someone what meaning I want them to take from this behavior. I know that I want to be loved in my own context. I know that I cannot be loved in a context others lack. I know this makes language a difficult form of love for me to accept. I wonder how others would come to understand that about me.

Algunas personas me dicen que está buenísima que hablo español cuando folo. Algunos reaccionan en contra de con desasosiego cuando cambio en medio idiomas. Otros no tienen ninguna reacción. No sé cómo decir qué espero que interpreten de esta acción. Quiero ser quierido en mi propio contexto. Sé que no puedo ser quierido en un contexto de lo cual otros es falta. Es difícil para mí aceptar la idioma hablado como una forma de cariño porque que esto verdad. Me pregunto cómo los otros entienden eso de mí.

[a-url-that-exists]

putting effort into things for the people who are importsnt to you: i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you

After they leave/once you're alone again: you assholes you assholes you assholes you assholes you hate me you hate me you hate me you hate me you hate me you hate me you hate me you hate me

[evilducks]

god. i miss my old classmates

[yekokataa]

ufo update: a leaker / larper on reddit is claiming that the tictac ufo is human-made and that he personally worked on it and other anti-gravity tech

initial r/UFOs link & redditors fact-checking the claims

[steinbit]

aughhoug h h .. . .. i've been SOO sick since wednesday.. . .

[fleeblesim]

Born to play sims all day, forced to write essays for uni ✋️😩

[adore-gregor]

Lol I keep on doing this, saying I'd come back to tumblr to only disappear again 😂😭

[famewolf]

spent my entire week thinking about hanging out with my friends and cooking together and laughing and having a grand old time

[souenkun]

Life update: my brain feels like scrambled eggs but I've also started going on short walks with my cat, and it turns out to be a nice routine. Apologies to messages and ao3 comments that I haven't been able to reply; I'll get to them soon! 🫂

[jetii-mando]

Cheecks last updated Sees it was 2 months ago

Oh, well, been a while lol

Finally decided to get myself back into actually using some form of social media again, cuz honestly I've been bored :/ anyways yeah hopefully this sticks :p

[starpros-sunshine]

I Need to get out of the habit of mindless scrolling I literally can feel myself zone out while doing that ATP I'm *this* close to just deleting any amd all social media platforms and returning to the times of radio and, well. YouTube should stay I need to watch my two hour long video essay /somewhere/....and Tumblr I can't abandon Tumblr..... there's people here that I can't just abandon.....