#Conscious language

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Conscious Language

The Impact of Words

Words have power. Where and to what degree that power has an impact will inevitably depend on who the reader is.

Words can drive a story forward and compel the reader to turn the page.

Or they can disengage readers, even hurt them, and compel them to, at best, reject the novel; and at worst, review it negatively.

Doing the awareness work prior to publication can help to prevent this while at the same time improving knowledge and craft.

Learning what we don't know

Conscious-language work - involves considering our own unconscious biases and uncovering what we don’t know (even if we thought we did know), reviewing our assumptions and asking questions of the novel we’re writing or editing such as:

Are those the best words?

Are they necessary words?

Are they saying what we think they're saying or might they be construed differently by some readers?

Are they - even if unconsciously - perpetuating stereotypes and misrepresenting those whose lived experiences is something we can only speculate on?

And if the decision is made to leave in words that will be offensive to some, what is the purpose? Are they serving the story and the reader or are there other ways of achieving the intended result that would be more effective?

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[gatewayofhealing92]

How Your Words Shape Your Universe (and Beyond!)

Delve into the profound impact of language on shaping reality and explore how your words can shape your world and influence others around you. Discover the transformative potential of mindful communication.

[chlodovetch]

[consciouslanguagecreations]

💜How Can Conscious Language Can Change Your Life?

Language is more than just a means of communication; it's a powerful tool that shapes our reality, influences our mindset, and impacts our overall well-being. By becoming aware of the words we use and the intentions behind them, we can harness the power of conscious language to create positive changes in our lives. Here are some ways conscious language can transform your life:

Shift Your Mindset : The words we choose reflect and reinforce our thoughts and beliefs. By adopting positive, empowering language, you can shift your mindset from one of limitation to one of possibility and abundance. For example, replacing "I can't" with "I can" or "I will try" with "I will" sets the stage for success and opens up new opportunities.

Enhance Personal Growth: Using conscious language encourages self-reflection and personal accountability. By articulating your goals, values, and desires with clarity, you can align your actions with your true intentions and create a path toward growth and fulfillment. Statements like "I am capable" and "I am worthy" reinforce self-belief and motivation.

Manifest Your Desires : The language you use sets the tone for what you attract into your life. By speaking in a way that affirms your goals and desires, you can align your energy with what you desire to manifest. Phrases like "I am attracting abundance" or "I am open to new opportunities" can help bring your aspirations into reality.

Increase Self-Awareness : Conscious language promotes mindfulness and self-awareness. By paying attention to your words and the underlying thoughts they reveal, you can gain deeper insights into your subconscious patterns and beliefs. This awareness is the first step toward making intentional changes and breaking free from limiting habits.

Create a Positive Environment : Your words affect you and those around you. By using language that uplifts and inspires, you can create a positive, supportive environment that encourages growth and well-being for yourself and others. Compliments, expressions of gratitude, and affirmations contribute to a more harmonious and joyful atmosphere.

By integrating conscious language into your daily life, you can unlock a powerful tool for personal transformation and create a more fulfilling, harmonious existence. Start today and witness the profound impact of your words on your life and the world around you. Click here  to view our recorded classes from Robert Tennyson Stevens that can help you begin your new life today!

[jojo-schmo]

I'm updating my personal ref sheets and it's really hitting me just how SMOL Kirby, Bandee, and Elfilis really are compared to the rest of the cast.

[sh1nsoukoku]

chuuatsu…. you just know chuuya is spoiling that tiger boy completely rotten. lavish gifts, romantic dates, texting all day. all atsushi has to do is look at him with his big ol sunset eyes and chuuya CANNOT say no. at first atsushi really struggles with accepting all of these displays but eventually you have him batting his eyelashes with a little exaggeration when he really wants something and chuuya can do nothing but plop his wallet on the table immediately.

[cynicalmusings]

no thoughts… just xiao quietly murmuring ‘i will keep you safe’ into your hair when you’re drifting off next to him on the balcony of wangshu inn…

[graynide]

you guys noticed all the times I drew Krupp with a loosely tied knotted cape? well, heres a terribly made humble guide to Loosely tied knot CU: (by @possessable)

the idea of Cap being tired and mentally shaken from existing just simply gives Krupp his Hero role and leaving him to deal with all the heroing stuff is just so funny and interesting to me ohooho yes weRE BACK TO THE OG CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS ANGST BABY!!

[canisalbus]

Do dogs in your au ever bark or yip? Or do they mostly just talk like normal? :0

They mostly talk like normal, but sometimes some additional dog vocalizations slip in. I think unabashed barking or howling would be a little too obvious, but they might snarl a bit when angry, or maybe speak in a snarly tone, and unintentionally whine and whimper when they're sad, scared or in pain and so on. The canine sounds are more instinctual than spoken language and pups that are only learning to talk use them more than grown adults. In some circles they're considered somewhat uncivilized and people might think you're rude or not in control of your emotions if you're acting uninhibitedly doggish.

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

wacced out murals • squabble up • luther • man at the garden • hey now • reincarnated • tv off • dodger blue • peekaboo • heart pt. 6 • gnx • gloria

Spotify ♪ SoundCloud ♪ YouTube

[snkyou]

Drabble Prompt: Post-canon Levi, struggling with chronic pain and mourning his dead loved ones, being visited by his still alive loved ones

Anon, you knew how to talk pretty to me <3

hihi requests are still open btw

I feel like I gotta put a disclaimer or something lmao. So, the length of my drabble requests is usually something between 100-400 words. This request is just an incredibly unexpected exception. it just happened to fit into this idea I already had been thinking of, which was how the remaining 104th would ask Levi to be part of important events in their lives because well, they like the dude lmao, so expect that sort of one-shot soon. Additionally, since I kept reminding myself that this was supposed to be a drabble, I might have glossed over the chronic pain and mourning bits so I'm sorry about that ;;

that being said, 2.4k words of Levi and Gabi be upon ye <3

Now on Ao3!

The angry hissing of the kettle makes him flinch. It brings a loud ringing to his right ear. Instinctively, he places his right hand over it, and gives his ear a couple of gentle taps; it's more of a grounding gesture, a distraction from the buzzing. He usually keeps watch over the kettle, so that he can lower the heat just right before it gets a chance to scream at him. 

He realises then that he must have spaced out while waiting. It’s alright, he thinks. It’s been like that a lot, recently. He’s been like that. Lost in thought-- lost in time, if he allowed himself to be precise. The last days, weeks even, as the temperatures started to drop, blended into each other. There’s a little calendar on his bedside table, it had been a birthday gift from Armin – or had that been Mikasa’s? He isn’t sure, he had received an absurd number of presents from the kids last year, it had been hard to keep track of who gave him what and now the fact escaped him. Turning the pages of the little calendar, with its delicate botanical illustrations on each day, quickly became part of his morning routine, and so he was sure that time was passing at all. The stillness of the routine, he guesses, made him like this.

His vision blurs momentarily while he scoops the tea leaves into the teapot. He squints, trying to will his good eye to focus, but all he gets in return is a throb in his right eye. After putting the tea canister away, he presses the inner sides of his wrists to both eyes, placing just enough pressure to relieve the discomfort. When he opens his eyes again, he is pleased to find he can read the small print on the canister an arm’s length away. 

There’s a loud slam coming from the front of the house, followed by footsteps coming further into the house.

He quickly recognizes the heavy stomping as Gabi’s gait. She’s always been so loud.

Gabi crosses the arch into the small kitchen and dining area. 

“Don’t slam my doors,” he says as a greeting, slowly turning his head to his left side, trying to catch a glimpse of her in his periphery.

“Aye, aye,” the kid waves her hand, shoots him a teasing grin, “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Levi hums in response but doesn’t say anything else. He busies himself with placing everything they need for their morning tea and coffee on a metal tray on the counter, which Gabi takes from him as soon as it’s ready and sets it on the table.

He grabs his cane from where he had hooked it on one of the kitchen drawers. He has been leaning against the counter, his right leg supporting most of his weight all this time. He braces himself for the sharp pain that will surely surge from his bad knee, through his left hip and up his spine. Cold mornings like this one and being still in one place for long will do that to him. It’s not so bad. It could be worse.

It takes 4 steps to get from the stove to his chair, which Gabi has already pulled out for him. It sits at an angle that allows him to easily slide down on it and rest his right elbow on top of the table, leaning back and against his good side.

“I have something that will cheer you up,” she holds a couple of envelopes in her hand and waves them at him, “You’ve got mail!”

He nods at her in acknowledgement but does not take his attention away from preparing his first batch of tea of the day. There’s a ritual to it, it almost feels like, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. Not when the ringing in his ear is still there, the building pressure in the upper back part of his eyeballs, and the cold air seeping into his bones through his thick jumper. Oh, how he needs a good cup of tea right now.

While Levi waits for it to steep, he grabs the papers that she had shoved in his face, squints his eyes at the first envelope and finds that he is unable to make out much of the handwriting. He brings it closer to his face, squints harder, steals a quick glance across the table and hopes Gabi isn’t paying him any mind, too preoccupied with choosing from the bag of pastries she brought with her. It is with an impassive expression that he hands the stack of envelopes back. 

“Read it for me.” A beat and then he adds, a little reluctant: “Please.”

He knows Gabi prefers coffee in the mornings, and black tea in the evenings, so he makes sure to have a fresh brew of the former whenever he knows she’s coming over; so, with shaky hands, Levi gets to prepare her cup of coffee. While he enjoys the aroma of it, he remains faithful to tea; at first, he thought he didn’t like it because he had butchered his first attempts at brewing it. But even after Onyankopon had taught him how to do it properly and he had enjoyed his cup, it didn’t bring the same comfort as tea. It just never hit the spot.

She shoots him a mischievous grin, “Oh, you sure? What if I read something personal, hm?” 

Levi just shakes his head, scoffing at the idea of Gabi finding his junk mail fascinating.

“Is this how I find out you have a secret lover you’re exchanging raunchy love letters with?” Gabi teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

He lets out a tired sigh and rolls his eyes, “just wanna be done with it, ” he stirs the milk into Gabi’s coffee, which now has turned into a cup of milk with coffee. “We have a lot to prepare for tonight.”

She clicks her tongue at him, but still rips the first envelope open, “Mr. Levi, your reading won’t improve if you keep doing that,” she jokingly scolds him.

Although Levi mentally recognises handing her and Falco stuff he couldn’t be bothered reading before, that’s not the case this time. He’ll let her think that for now, though, because he doesn’t want to mention the pressure building in the back of his bad eye, it’s not important and she, a kid, doesn’t need to know his newly found ailment of the week. He can see just fine around him right now. He can see Gabi’s big eyes and playful smile at the other side of the table, and that’s good enough; smaller details, he doesn’t feel he can do them, not without making himself go dizzy with a migraine.

Levi slides the cup of coffee to her and is pleased with himself when she approves of the colour of her drink.

“It’s from Armin,” she announces as she scans the letter. 

From this angle, the soft morning light illuminating her face and thanks to his faulty vision, Gabi’s image stirs his memory. His heart faintly constricts as he is reminded of the many times Hange read their research reports to him during breakfast in the mess hall before presenting them to Erwin. Levi always wondered how they could read so fast, sometimes he even doubted they were actually reading at all, their words barely being able to catch up with her eyes; he never asked about it, maybe reading came easy to them as numbers did to him.

A high-pitched squeal from Gabi startles him, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Oh… ohh, Mr. Levi,” she starts, her smile widening by the second “This is good news!”

Gabi makes a show of clearing her throat and then starts reading “Dear Captain, I hope this letter finds you well and in good health.” 

Levi can’t help but let a sardonic huff at the irony of the greetings but doesn’t let himself be bothered by it. He has written only a handful of personal letters throughout his life, and by now he knows it’s just something you’re supposed to say because jumping straight to the point isn’t acceptable, or so that’s what he had been told. 

Gabi continues reading Armin’s words to him. For the most part, it’s a standard letter coming from him: he asks Levi how he’s dealing with the changing of the seasons, how Gabi and Falco are faring, if business at the tea shop has been good, if there’s anything Levi needs that he can’t get in town so that Armin or the others can get it for him. He tells him a little about the country he’s writing from, he even includes a photograph. Then, after the expected pleasantries, Gabi can barely hold her excitement and starts reading faster, trying so hard not to trip over her words.

“If I’m being sincere, we would prefer to ask you in person,” Gabi stops for a second to look up at him from the paper, gauging for a reaction and finding nothing, she continues. 

Armin apologises for not being able to visit him before the holidays, Annie included, and so it is implied that he won’t be attending tonight’s reunion. 

Sometime during the last five years, the Alliance brats had decided to make showing up at Levi’s doorstep together once a year a sort of custom; the first time it happened was during an early winter, a blizzard had stopped them from leaving Levi’s until the next morning. It had been a really nice evening despite the awful weather, Levi remembers, after everyone pitched in one way or another, they all shared a simple but hearty meal together. It was Connie who jokingly said they should do it every year. The following year, Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco joined them. 

This year would be their fourth, and the first someone wouldn’t make it. That fact sits heavily in Levi’s chest, stealing the spotlight from his throbbing eye.

“...Annie and I have decided to get married. The both of us would like you to officiate our ceremony!” unable to contain her excitement, she tears her eyes away from the paper and looks at Levi. “Huh?! This is good news! What’s with the constipated face?!”

That doesn’t sound right. It figures that Annie and Armin would be the first to marry; in a way, he is happy for them, they clearly care for each other. No, that part is easy to understand. Their union is logical to anyone who knows the couple. What Levi can’t figure out is why they are asking him such a thing.

He clears his throat, assumes it’s been 3 minutes and his tea is ready to be poured and so he distracts himself with that.

When he doesn’t answer Gabi, she picks up where she left off. 

He isn’t… well, he isn’t that close to either of them. He’s sure Annie must have other relatives that could step in his stead. Maybe a brother, a cousin. Even Jean or Reiner would be better options than Levi. He isn’t good with words or people like they are, he couldn’t possibly give them a speech about something foreign to him as it is that kind of love, that’s what people expect, right? His title of Captain is obsolete in this new world, so it can’t be that either. Hell, he has never been to a fucking wedding. 

Just… why him?

As expected, Armin doesn’t really go into the details of their choice but does let Levi know they do not expect a fast answer and that they do not want him to feel pressured to accept it, despite how much it would mean to them if he did. Armin asks if there’s anything in particular that he would like for his birthday, as it is a month away, and closes the letter by saying he looks forward to seeing him and everyone then.

When the letter is closed and put back into its envelope, silence falls around them. For a moment the only sound that can be heard is the clinking of tableware as Levi places the teacup back on its saucer.

It bothers him, that he knows he will be letting Armin down by refusing something that any other well-adapted person would consider an honour. But the thought of embarrassing him and himself, because he gave an awkward, most likely insensitive, speech, mortifies him. No, he can’t put them and their guests through that. He will find a way to make it up to the couple, maybe he can… he doesn’t know yet, but he will come up with something.

As he finishes his first cup, Levi realises that at some point while he was lost in thought, the ringing in his ear has subsided and now it’s back to that muffled, cotton-in-ear sensation he’s used to and he doesn’t feel his eyeball pulsating anymore. Glancing at Gabi, he notices she is trying really hard not to say something, her brow furrowed as she takes a sip of her own drink, followed by a big bite of her pastry. Flakes stick to the corner of her mouth and for once it doesn’t disgust him. Instead, it makes his lips twitch as if going into a smile.

“I can help you... if you want,” she says eventually, sounding uncharacteristically careful and small of her.

Levi quirks an eyebrow “Help? with what?” 

She shrugs, “How to… tell them you don’t want to,” she avoids looking at him for the first time, finding the flakes on her plate more interesting. She shrugs again and tilts her head to the side, a thin line of a smile appearing on her face. “...or prepare for the ceremony.”

Not unlike many times before, Gabi’s words render him speechless, if only for a moment. He spares his tea a glance and he thinks: it’s bold of her to be so upfront about offering her help to him, and had it been any other morning, one where he couldn’t think past the constant ache in his body, he would’ve chewed her head off for simply trying to help him because he himself doesn’t know how to accept that kindness.

This kid is trying her best and he can’t help but feel somewhat proud of that.

“You have shit on your face. Here,” he points to where the flakes would sit on his own face and picks his refilled teacup back up.

Gabi quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting most of the flakes off. Levi gives her a thumbs-up with his free hand.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally concedes and tries to ignore the little happy dance she does in her seat.

This time, when the amber liquid touches his lips, it’s remarkably sweeter than before.

[gatewayofhealing92]

How Your Words Shape Your Universe (and Beyond!)

Delve into the profound impact of language on shaping reality and explore how your words can shape your world and influence others around you. Discover the transformative potential of mindful communication.

[chicago-geniza]

Took meds, changed into clean clothes, checked email, replied to some emails, refilled prescriptions via MyChart, Experienced Asthma, had to fill out annual paperwork for building management company, Experienced More Asthma, cooked and ate a reasonably nutritious "meal" (I scrambled two eggs with bagged salad greens and "cooked" them in the microwave), cleaned and changed the bandage on my infected eyebrow piercing (had to remove the piercing itself, RIP), and this has exhausted me beyond all reasonable measure. On the bright side I should be getting malic acid supplements and The Vampire Lestat: Russian Edition delivered today; the former will hopefully help with fatigue and the latter will hopefully help with my 24/7 I'M THE GUY WHO SUCKS. PLUS I'VE GOT DEPRESSION attitude lol

[bucklikethedollar]

all the critiques of the “male presenting” bit in the star beast are valid and true (patronizing, kind of bioessentialist, etc) however i think we’ve been ignoring the funniest part of the whole thing which is like. he was a woman like three hours ago. you don’t need to give him a lecture about What Women Are Like. he knows. and even when he was a woman he still bottled shit up so your argument is moot anyway

[apfelhalm]

i'm trying very hard to get back into writing without being too hard on myself, but sometimes it's just so frustrating. i do know i can do this shit passably. in german. and then i try to do it in english and it feels like having one of your hands tied to your back.

[fafodill]

English isn't my first language so if you see me making obvious and repeated mistakes, feel free to tell me, I'm always willing to learn.

I'm aware I sometimes (often?) construct my sentences in a very french way, like a direct translation.

Also some days my brain is not functioning right and I can barely find my words, let alone construct a sentence. So thank you for bearing with me.