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So hi

It's your fav ghost 😔

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them…..

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Holy shit it's been ages

How are you guys?

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lance no-

keith had a bowl cut when he was little and you can’t convince me otherwise anyways finally realized how to make the quality not shit

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oh my gdO CAN YOU DRAW GODZILLA MOMMA CARRYING LIKE A HUNDRED LIZARD BABIES ON HER BACK FOR TAKE YOUR CHILD (lizard) TO WORK DAY

oh SHOOT well i cant swing 100 but how bout

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I'm like,,, barely active anymore yet I keep gaining followers?

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finished some kl wips from my folder c:

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"Turtle person"

I'm dying XD

I don’t know my followers by gender or by blog name half the time. I know you guys by your profile picture. Like @qualquercoisa945 is club penguin blue dude @poppyflowerlesbian666 is voltron chick and like before i got close with @coffeeflavoredtears like back when the were anatramain. I knew them as angst. Because angst is what they wrote and I cried over their stories many times @xxfloatyourgoatxx formally talking-bout-you-not-to-you i knew as turtle person and later as lil Madison and @immigrantphenomenon when we first met i knew you as pretty john with scarf. Just something funny i thought about. This wasn’t suppose to be mean or anything i know you all are people and i know your names if you have told me.

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If you didn’t think men couldn’t stoop so low, you got it wrong. This is probably the saddest thing I’ve had to read in 2019.

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when you feel your clothes fresh out of the oven

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tips for writing bilingual characters

there are different types of bilinguals

the All Around: speaks, reads, and writes both languages pretty well

the Conversational: one language is stronger than the other; can speak the other language a lot better than they read/write it (a lot of kids of immigrants are this type)

the High Schooler: understands what’s being said to them in the other language, can’t really speak it

don’t have your characters randomly drop words from their other language mid-sentence around people who don’t speak it lol

languages are a mindset thing. like personally if i’m around english-speakers, i’m speaking english and i don’t really switch to my other language (which is portuguese)

so like if you’re writing a bilingual character who speaks spanish and have them say something like “hey chad let’s go to the biblioteca” to an english speaker i’ll probably spend 5 minutes laughing and then close your story lmao

exception: the character is speaking in their weaker language and forgot a word (”where are the…? uh… llaves…. keys! keys, where are they?”)

otherwise really the only time your character should be randomly switching languages mid-sentence is if they’re talking to another bilingual

like i don’t speak spanish but i’ve legit never heard a spanish speaker say “ay dios mio” to gringos lmao

conversations between two bilingual people can take a few different forms:

Pick One: they pick one language and kinda stick with it for the whole conversation (a conversation i might have with my portuguese-speaking mom: ”you okay?” “yeah, i’m good. how’re you?” “i’m fine, but your dad-”)

Back-and-Forth: someone says something in one language, the other person replies in the other (”tudo bem?” “yeah, i’m good. how’re you?” “tou bem, mas o seu pai-”)

Combo: they speak a combo of the two languages, a popular example being spanglish, though basically every bilingual has their own combo language (”tudo bem?” “sim, tou bem. how’re you?” “i’m fine, mas o seu pai-”)

when in doubt: just ask a bilingual to look at your stuff and tell you if anything sounds weird

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How does anyone hate kids they are so funny I sold tickets to incredibles to this little girl and her mom and she’s like mom are we sitting next to each other and the moms like ya and the kid screamed YES so loud it broke my ears

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Washington: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life.

Hamilton: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Jefferson: My will to live! I haven’t seen this in 15 years!

Burr: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Madison: Mental stability, my old friend!

Washington: Guys, could you lighten up a little?

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42 for the dialogue prompts looks fun!

uh SO this got a tiny bit out of hand at 6800 and i also posted it to ao3 as No Sky Like Home. it’s post-season eight (with some liberties taken with canon) and has a mix of angst and fluff so…enjoy!!

(42) “I’m only here to establish analibi.”

Pidge hesitated to say yes.

“I don’t think that’s…a good idea, Lance.” She shuffled the pagesin her lab notebook just for something to do with her hands, avoiding Lance’sgaze in favor of staring at one of the impeccably shiny buttons on his uniformjacket.

“Oh, that’s…okay, Pidge.” Lance scratched his ear and smiled,somehow looking both like the overconfident boy she met years ago and like themore thoughtful man he’d become. He stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets,further completing the picture of rakish yet upstanding Garrison officer, andwondered, “Can I ask why?”

Pidge shifted her feet and bither lip. “Well, we work together,” she said, “so I don’t think it would beappropriate.”

It was a bullshit excuse - herown parents’ marriage would contradict her - and she knew it, but he didn’t callher out on it.

But his eyebrow quirked, andthe slightest sigh that escaped him made something guilty twist in her gut. “I guess that’s for the best then,” he said.

Before he could walk past herwith a muttered goodbye, Pidge grabbed his wrist and tugged him back. “Wait, Lance,” she said, trying to smile when his eyes flicked upto her face, “we’re still…friends, right?”

“Obviously,” he said with a slight grin of his own, but his gazefell to her fingers wrapped around his wrist.

“Then I’ll see you for lunch?” Pidge wondered hopefully - anythingto calm the anxious pounding of her heart.

Lance gently pulled his wristfrom her grip and ran his fingers through his hair. “Not today,” he said. “I have a lot of exams to grade. See youlater, Pidge.” He flashed her one last smile and pushed his way out of her lab.

She knew it was an excuse butdidn’t call him out. Instead she watched the door swing shut behindhim with a heaviness in her heart.

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