#Learning C Language

[archangeldyke-all]

ANGEEEEEEL DO A LITTLE FUCKER AND ISHA FIC AND MY LIFE IS YOURS 🫵🫵🫵

okay okay okay long awaited but let's do it finally ehheehehe

as always with these fics, don't ask me the logistics of how the pregnancy happened. it's yuri magic. have some fun.

men and minors dni

jinx is twenty when she decides to go to college. after a few years of taking care of herself-- through therapy, moving in with you and sevika, isha's good influence, and vi and ekko's support-- jinx finally felt ready to look to her future.

she got into a good school in piltover; full scholarship, because she's a fucking genius.

you don't worry about the workload overwhelming her, though she's decided to enroll in a dual degree program, studying chemistry and engineering at the same time.

you don't worry that her demons will catch up to her; she'll be living with cait and vi, and she'll be within walking distance of her therapist. plus, she's done a lot of good work for herself.

the only thing you worry about is isha.

though the girl is older now, around eight years old and much more used to you and sevika than she was when you first met, isha's favorite person in the entire world is still jinx. and the feeling is mutual. so, while jinx will spend her weeks with cait and vi up top, on weekends she'll come back to zaun to catch up with isha.

it's still a rough adjustment.

isha's just... lonely. you miss the giggles that used to fill your home-- isha entertained endlessly by her older sister's shenanigans. and despite all you and sevika have done to keep her occupied-- buying her new games and pets and books-- you can tell that isha's bored all alone.

"what if we had a baby?" sevika asks one night after you've turned off the lights and cuddled into her arms.

"another cat?" you mumble. sevika laughs.

"i was thinking a human baby, but we could get another cat if you want."

you sit up in bed, reaching out to flick a light on and stare down at your wife. "where the fuck is this coming from!?" you squeal.

sevika shrugs. "isha's lonely! we should give her a little sibling."

"wh-- like our own baby?! like one of us gets pregnant!?"

"well unless isha drags home a stray kid i don't see how else we'll get one." sevika chuckles.

you gawk at her. sevika smiles up at you. "s-sevika, we already have two to five children, depending on the day." you say.

sevika snorts. "ekko, cait and vi are ours only in spirit, love, they won't ever need us in the way jinx and isha do." she says. you pout. sevika snorts. "and jinx is all grown up, now." she reminds you.

tears well up in your eyes. "no she's not." you say, your pout worsening. sevika giggles and swipes your tears away.

"look; i know we said no kids when we started dating. but we said a lot of shit back then. remember when we thought we'd go hiking every saturday? we were crazy." sevika says. you giggle. "shit happened between then and now baby. life happened. deaths and marriage and adoptions and moves-- that kinda shit changes people. you changed me. and... we bought this big ass house for our family. might as well fill it up."

"well fuck, sevika, how many babies are you planning on giving me!?" you ask through a sob of happy tears. sevika laughs.

"as many as you'll let me." she says with a shrug.

you go to the doctor to talk about pregnancy the next week, only to find out that you're already a month into your first trimester.

"wh-- i'm-- but--" you sputter.

"she's already pregnant!?" sevika squeals.

the doctor laughs. "it would seem so. good timing."

sevika bursts into laughter and scoops you out of the doctor's paper covered seat, spinning you around her office and sobbing into your shoulder as you blink in shock.

"what the fuck?" you ask. sevika cackles.

on your drive home, you look over at your wife with a suspicious glare. "did you plan this?"

sevika laughs. "you think i'm that diabolical?"

"no, i just-- you decide you want a baby and boom, i'm magically already pregnant?!"

"i can probably smell it on you or somethin'-- my instincts could sense it. like how i can smell when you're ovulating."

you giggle. "that's probably how you knocked me up in the first place."

sevika grins. "fuck yeah it is. i did the math. i think it was the weekend we sent isha up to spend with the girls."

at the mention of your girls it hits you. you're about to have a baby. another one. your own-- one that you know from the first shit it takes.

you burst into tears, and sevika laughs. "there you go, i was waiting for that to happen."

"we're having a baby." you cry, scrambling to grab the hand she reaches across the console. "oh, janna, sev-- i don't know how to change diapers! all our other kids came to us potty trained!"

"i'll change all the diapers in the world, for you, love." sevika promises, kissing your knuckles. you laugh.

"you're such a liar."

isha's one smart little shit. you and sevika decide not to tell her until the second trimester, when it's less likely that you'll miscarry.

she figures it out within a week of you and sevika getting the news.

it could be the way sevika keeps touching your stomach, or the giddy kisses the pair of you keep exchanging when you think isha's not looking-- but something tips her off.

she sits you and sevika down one evening with a frown and her arms folded in front of her chest.

is there a baby in your belly? she signs. you sputter. sevika gasps. isha's suspicious glare melts into an excited smile. is there!? she asks with a gasp.

you burst into laughter and sevika shrugs. "we thought you might wanna be a big sister." isha grins, tears welling up in her eyes as she launches herself at you and sevika, laughing and crying.

i do. isha signs. i'm gonna be the best big sister ever. don't tell jinx. or violet.

you spend your pregnancy being waited on hand and foot by all your girls. vi, cait, and jinx all come to visit once or twice a week-- all three of them enchanted with your swollen stomach and always bringing baby supplies in tow.

isha makes a count-down to your due-date, bedazzles it and hangs it on the fridge so she can keep perfect track of how much longer she has to wait before meeting the baby.

isha's also started to call the baby her baby.

how many more doctors visits do you have before you have my baby? isha signs to you one afternoon as you wait in your doctor's office. you burst into laughter.

"your baby, huh?"

isha nods. i'm her sister! she signs, before gently reaching out and rubbing your stomach.

"what makes you think it's a girl?"

isha shrugs. most of your other babies are girls.

you cackle.

isha must be psychic, because your little girl comes into the world kicking and screaming in the middle of a family potluck.

it's horrible. violet passes out. surprisingly, ekko is the most helpful, giving everyone instructions and calling an ambulance for you while you wail on the living room floor.

isha's watching with a disgusted fascination the entire time, her lips curled in horror and shock, her eyes big and sparkling as she witnesses the miracle of birth.

powder and cait help keep you propped up-- both of them toweling up all your... fluids... while sevika holds your hand and kisses your head.

one baby, a ruined rug, and an ambulance ride to the hospital later, and your family finally gets to see you in better condition, and they get to meet your little girl under better circumstances.

"aweee." your four grown kids coo as they shove into the hospital room.

"hey, no shoving around the baby!" sevika whisper scolds.

isha pushes her way through all her older siblings, crawling up in sevika's lap to look down at her little sister.

she gasps in wonder. she looks like big mama. isha signs.

cait chuckles. "she does."

"what a little fucker, comin' out lookin' like the parent that did nothin..." vi teases. sevika scoffs and you giggle in agreement.

"she really is a little fucker. ruined our dinner." jinx huffs. "i was looking forward to that potroast, y'know."

isha giggles, pinching her fingers together, then flipping off the baby and pointing at her. little fucker.

you all burst into laughter. little fucker's silver eyes pop open, and she bursts into tears.

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[puddleslimewrites]

Communication Error

Hero frowned. They signed with their hands as they spoke. "They don't have this on record."

Villain shrugged and signed back, "I doubt they think this is something 'important'."

"Of course it's important! There's such a huge difference between everyone thinking you're an asshole or just quiet and shy when you literally can't verbalize things." Hero abandoned their signs, hands waving in the air as they expressed their frustration.

"...I can speak."

Hero was startled. They turned to face Villain again. Their voice was so low they barely caught the words.

"I can't hear myself too well, but I can speak."

Hero blinked. "Oh. Oh. Hard of hearing, not mute?"

Villain nodded.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for assuming, then. It's still ridiculous, though! Surely they should have that on file and send someone appropriate to be your nemesis. I'm just a substitute! This shouldn't happen-" Their previous rant continued and Villain appreciated the expressive signs so they could easily nod along.

[hiding-in-the-vault]

maybe if I stare blankly at enough spanish streams, i will magically learn spanish

[somegrumpynerd]

Did you know tissue is the french word for fabric?

I didn't! :o That's cool, I wonder how it got used in english for the thing you blow your nose with, I guess cause handkerchiefs used to be fabric maybe?

I love learning about words :D

[python-programming-language]

Post #83: Tumblr Opinion Poll by Python-Programming-Language, Question: Which programming resp. script language do you prefer?, 2023.

[theirloveisgross]

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[theperksofbeingstupid]

more language things. the way i (as a spanish speaker) think of the grammatical structure of pt-br is that it's like speaking constantly in formal spanish (wherein você é functions as usted es, and not tú eres) which means the inverse happens where pt-br speakers learning spanish will default to formal spanish (sometimes not even realising that's a thing) when translating. all this to say that reading fics in pt-br and having characters accidentally talking formal spanish with each other is both hilarious and also really interesting because you can tell exactly what their thought process was

[solarianvoidthearoace]

Because of the mess that Duolingo turned out to be, I checked out a recommended app (list of recommendations here.)

I tried Busuu today and it’s great!

It actually uses the language skill levels of A1/ A2/ B1/ B2 that are used to compare language proficiency.

The assessment test was swift and didn’t feel pressuring, you can actually re-do the assessment for a language you already started whenever you feel like it!

However, one major point of critique (which is actually about accessibility): you can not turn off speaking exercises in Busuu. You can only repeatedly click “skip” whenever they pop up. But you can not just say “I don’t want/ can’t do speaking exercise at all.” And the same goes for listening exercises but worse because you can’t even skip those within your regular exercises/ lessons!

Disclaimer: I am not Deaf/ deaf nor mute. To me these things are annoyances more than actual accessibility issues but it does make Busuu feel rather inaccessible. Sometimes I just don’t want to deal with listening exercises. And I generally don’t like speaking “on command” or vocally replying to prompts. But, again, for me these are preferences.

I know speaking and listening exercises are important to achieve an actual comprehension for a language and I recognise avoiding speaking/ listening might slow down my progression in my chosen languages of study. I recognise that I need to and do consume media where I need to listen to the languages I’m learning.

To other people, it is an actual problem of accessibility that you can not universally turn off speaking/ listening exercises in Busuu.

I just figured this might be an issue people will inevitably notice now that we are changing away from Duolingo in droves and someone had to make a post about it.

[hello-delicious-tea]

For the love of all things holy please, please, if you are applying to an institute of higher education, DO NOT USE CHATGPT. I promise you that if I, a person who makes college application essays suck less in exchange for ready money, can tell within two sentences, an admissions officer reading thousands of the things can tell at first glance. We don’t even need the fucking AI detector. They’re just bad. They’re so bad. They’re appallingly bad. And they’re INSIDIOUSLY bad. It is so much harder for me to remove their insidious bland meaningless marketingese than it is for you to say everything you want to say, hammer it into a roughly organized form, and pay me six cents a word to help you tell your story in an organized, coherent, and effective way. I promise you, it is easier. And your essay will actually get through the automatic AI detectors and to a real human being.

And if you don’t wait until THE DAY OF THE DEADLINE, I can even teach you how to do the thing I do yourself, so you are never tempted to turn to that dealer of less-than-mediocrity again.

I’m very good at this. Trust me, you do not want to use ChatGPT at any point in this process, not for ideas or spell check or language tweaks. It will only make things worse.

[lunaracademia3]

⌕ borealis

(latin, english: boreal)

　　(𝑛).﹕an aurora that occurs in

　　　 earth's northern hemisphere.

origin﹕the words borealis and australis are derived from the winds of the ancient gods of the north wind (boreas) and the south wind (auster) in greco-roman mythology.

　　 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞ā𝐥𝐢𝐬, ⊱──⊰ boreās +‎ ālis.

　　 　 borealis¹ 𝜗୧. 보레알리스

　　 　aurora borealis ◌ 北极光

[msharkness]

i've spent 1.5 years studying and achieving a level of C/C++ literacy to go to a class, which is really cool, basis of machine learning and genetic based algorithms and i am a sucker for biology but we're applying those in python. what sucks is that now my brain and hands literally itch to put semicolons and curly brackets and indent the code to my needs and implement methods and functions when python doesn't even use those :( and now i can do more powerful things but the code looks like we've just discovered how to paint caves with our fingers

[kinglua]

I'm sad because I feel like I haven't been enjoying life and taking part in my studies as much as I could :( I should work harder and do more

[khaire-traveler]

I love when people use big words, especially ones I have to look up and learn about. Like, yes, speak big words to me; it's my love language. 🧡

[grymmdark]

just remembered when my mom told me ahe took one class on coding in C++ in college, and it effected her so much she'd sometimes dream in C++

[d0lolita]

Day number 10

I haven't talk to someone whose younger than 50yo since 10 days, except my lil' sister.

She has her life, I won't bother her. Also like one of my best friend is also really busy in his life.

It might be just me, whose really annoying, willing to have real human talk... I don't know if it can do worse, I installed again this dating app, it's boring, girls are having too much men loving them, and men have too much female bots to get scammed. There's match, but not even a single "Hello", it's just "ok" and... nothing more. If it's the future of real life conversation, I'd rather fall back on nowadays conversation even if it's not the best at all.

I've trained my Spanish and Russian this week. I ordered cyrillic stickers to get a bilingual keyboard, it doesn't look good yet... Because it was bad cyrillic stickers, so I ordered another one that looks "higher" in quality.

[uygfiug]

what the fuck is english spelling