#Simple Sentence

[divineandmajesticinone]

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA (2006) dir. David Frankel

[penhive]

Types of Sentences

Sentences can be classified into grammatical, semantic, and Philosophical sentences.

Grammatical Sentences are:

Simple Sentence

Simple sentence is the one which consists of one independent clause. Example is she dances well.

Compound Sentence

Compound sentences consist of 2 independent clauses joined by and, for or so. Example is I have done my homework and I am going home.

Complex sentence is  the one in which one dependent clause is joined by an independent clause using unless, until, and so on Unless you pay me money, I won’t let you go

Semantic Sentences come from culture and they are historical, cultural, and aesthetic sentences.

Historical Sentence

A historical sentence bears a historical aspect. For example: the holocaust bears witness to the sad plight of the Jews. Through Ahimsa Gandhi won the freedom of India.

Cultural Sentence

Cultural sentence is a cushion of connotation. An example is Coca Cola has become a piece of art for pop art.

Aesthetic sentence

An aesthetic sentence has a figurative meaning. For example: Eternity flies as Sadhus in white unveiling time on mystic flight. Here Sadhu is a metaphor for birds and times stands for streams of consciousness.

Philosophical Sentences

Philosophical sentences are synthetic sentences, analytical sentences and Meta-sentences (coined by me)

Analytic sentence and synthetic sentence comes from the philosopher Kant.

Analytic sentence

Analytic sentence is the one where the predicate depends on the subject. Example is all bachelors are unmarried men is analytic statement.

Synthetic Statement

A synthetic sentence is the one where the predicate need not depend on the subject. For example in the statement all women are blondes is only partially true and blondes need not necessarily depend on women.

Philosophical Sentence

A philosophical sentence carries an idea that is philosophical. An example: is Plato’s theory of forms is reference to an ideal world that exists with the physical world of the sentences.

Meta-Sentence

A meta-sentence is a combination of semantic meaning and a metaphysical truth. An example is: life given by God is a gift to live a life of celebration.

[iamhereinthebg]

I've been thinking a lot about Hakubo lately because of the season's annoncement and the importance of flowers for him.

His youngest appearance is him watering lotuses showned by the only thing he could have called his family

Flowers crowns have always been associated with Sumire in his life.

They are also always showed next to the Kannagi statuettes. He even brings flowers to Sumire's when he is not able to hold them for too long.

It's the first things he offers to Aoi, having the whole boat filled with them, to calm her after bringing her into an unknown place. Knowing that Sumire used to love them a lot and not understanding why she doesn't seem pleased with this offering.

Hakubo also spared the children who were weaving flowers baskets, creating the school rumor and tradition because of it.

He is the mystery confirmed to have been assigned by Sakura who is clearly associated to flowers (hence the Cherry tree in this chapter guiding Sumire to make them reunite)

Flowers are a leitmotiv throughout Hakubo's whole arc especially compared to any other mysteries which don't have any flowers in their boundaries, his being the only one with so many in it. (Yako's doesn't have flowers when it's under her command)

I just think it's so sad that he can't be in contact with something that has been present his whole life and reminds him of the only person important to him.

[tiddygame]

used to, ghost would always sleep on his side facing the door with his back almost pressed to the wall. in a room where the bed isn't in the corner? he'd either move the bed or sleep on the floor in the corner.

it doesn't take long for soap to figure out his lieutenant's sleep pattern and does his best to quietly help. the first time they have to share a bed (obvi before they're together cause this is fanfic, how else would it go) neither is really sure what to do.

the bed is in the corner, but during the typical "who takes the bed, alright fine we both will" argument, they come to an impasse. neither will let the other take the floor nor do they know the best way for both to be on the bed. either ghost has someone in the way of him and the door, or has someone at his back that he can't see.

they do eventually land on (without discussion bc ghost is a prideful bastard) soap taking the wall side, but ghost is still nervous. he surprises himself by being much more comfortable than he thought he would, it feeling less like there's a stranger right behind him and more like soap is watching his back for him, even though he knows soap is asleep. ghost himself doesn't really sleep, but that is to be expected.

something something they get together and ghost realizes he's most comfortable knowing soap is there, not to protect him cause he's still to prideful for that, but to help watch his blind spot without having to push himself against the wall.

(also ghost likes being the little spoon. hmm? what? who said that...)

[catominor]

[hilacopter]

I have given up at trying to get people to treat us with any sort of basic human decency. I'll see people wishing for Israelis to get killed, raped, tortured etc, people telling us to "go back where we came from" yet simultaneously talking about how violence and hate crimes are justified for any filthy Israelis who dare step foot in another country, people telling us we don't deserve a single moment of security or peace in our lives because we dared be born in the one country that's safe for us, and people ON JUMBLR will go "they're clearly using Israeli as a dogwhistle for Jew so it's fucked up" "half of the world's Jews are there so it's antisemitic and therefore fucked up" as if it wouldn't be otherwise. I've given up at this point because I've realised no matter how much we try we can't justify our existences to anyone. All I can really do is lean into the argument in the ridiculous hope people will at least see us alongside diaspora Jews, as a part of the Jewish community as a whole, because sure people don't really like Jews anymore but at least they have to pretend like they do.

[dogoftherevolution]

he flopped down on a barstool, swinging his satchel in front of him. he removed his notebook and placed it on the bar, taking out a pen and writing some things down - it was nothing really, he was just taking up time.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

“…nice to see you too, Sil,” Continuing to wipe a glass down and serving up something for a customer, he lets his eyes do a double take on his friend’s hunched form, worried. “rough day?”

[sanjarka]

i find it interesting that for some people the way suzanne writes romances doesn't work at all and they feel like those parts of her stories are the weakest but for me i need like two sentences tops and i'm sold. she just knows the way to my heart.

[antlerkitty]

Being late diagnosed and higher support needs is such a uniquely torturous struggle. Know people who have had same experience and it's always along these specific lines:

People don't believe autism as bad as it is because autism was "missed" (often not but to people who mattered, was missed, due to often willful ignorance)

Do not fit in with late diagnosed communities (LrSN dominated) so end up feeling extremely out of place or even feeling imposter syndrome due to it.

(This one am assuming was always HrSN and not due to regression like some.) Growing up undiagnosed was incredibly traumatic and very often included lots of abuse and/or neglect. (Do not know single late diagnosed HrSN without significant dissociation, most I know have DID/OSDD-1)

Grieving over life everyone pushing you so hard to have, so hard you thought you could do it. But can't, because life always involve live on own, be successful and fully independent. And that not possible for HrSN folk. Lots of grief, lots of pain. Still fall into cycle often.

[curiositymemes]

SIMPLE EMOJI STARTERS.

Send me:

❤️‍🩹 for an angst starter

🥰 for a fluff starter

📖 for a starter taken from a book

🍿 for a starter taken from a movie or show

🎵 for a lyric starter

🎬 for a canon dialog starter

💭 for a starter from my wishlist

🥇 for a first meeting starter

[tryingdoesnthurt]

— languages I wanna learn —

(in no particular order):

Japanese

German

Turkish

Icelandic

Norwegian

Russian

Ah Italian dialect (maybe a Northern one cause I'm more familiar with them)

Romanian

Nigerian (Actually idk much about African languages but I really wanna get familiar with at least one of them........)

Probably any language my mutuals speak (literally started learning Turkish (on duolingo) cause I recently became friends/mutuals with a Turkish guy lol)

Chinese maybe,,,,,

also,, Korean mayhaps,,,,

Polish seems very interesting too...

Hindi !!!! omg,,,,,

languages are so fucking cool help ?? lol

— languages I know/am at least a bit familiar with —

– Know:

Italiano (che ha senso, essendo la mia lingua madre)

English and that is pretty obvious lol

– Am a bit familiar with:

Deutsch — Ich spreche keine Deutsch, but I studied it for three years in middle school (and yeah, don't remember a single thing, lmao, i won't even try and write some in german cus yeah i suck)

　日本語　- 去年、六月間日本語を勉強しました、でも、何も覚えてません。すこすできます、でも上手じゃないです。日本語が好きです、とても面白いです！

Español - Yo no hablo español, pero lo entiendo un poco (because it's kinda similar to italian. I never studied it at all though, so like, I can't actually speak it, i can maybe understand some simple sentences, but idk nothing at all)

Norsk - Jeg snakke ikke Norsk, but I tried to learn it on duo for at least a year more than 5 years ago, I barely remember anything at all, and i'd really like to get back into the language

[gaylactic-fire]

I can't believe "you have to work to create art" is a controversial statement to able-bodied techbros

[sweetestflow3rs]

reading lapvona by ottessa moshfegh and i had to share this scene with the class

[berensreverie]

I have gained the ability to form a more complex sentences. Check this out.

[arsenicflame]

steddyhands modern au inspired by this post:

(1828 words, themes of kink but nothing explicit, established blackhands & gentlebeard-centric. Happy Pride!)

Stede picks up leatherworking in the wake of his divorce. He's not exactly sure how it ended up being such an important hobby for him, only that he had always admired the intricate designs on his horse's best bridles, and with little else to do with his time, he decides to give it a go.

It's rocky going at first, but he's having fun working with his hands for the first time in his life, and there's a sense of satisfaction in seeing the design come to life as he works. With practice, his skills improve, and he learns how to make things that are truly one of a kind.

He starts off posting his pieces online, as a way to reach fellow enthusiasts, but quickly finds himself with a rather large audience. Stede’s style is unique, and, after many requests from his followers, Lucius encourages him to make some more basic pieces he can sell. It's not about making money for Stede, but another way to meet new people who share his interests- as Lucius keeps telling him, it's sad that his personal assistant is the main person he talks to these days. 

So Stede sets out on a new adventure, and has quite the time designing a new range of patterns for the market. He makes purses, belts, bracelets, and, most importantly, dog collars- all still with his unique designs embossed into them, of course. He rents a booth at his towns monthly craft fair, and very quickly finds himself with a new group of friends in the other regulars- Pete, his usual neighbour, who sells an array of wooden figures he carves, Roach, who runs a stand for his bakery, and Frenchie, who isn't actually a stallholder, but is almost always busking near his friend Wee John’s stand of knitted goods, bringing life to the market even in the pouring rain. There's also Buttons, another regular at the market. Nobody is exactly sure what he does there- he doesn't sell things, or seem to buy anything either, but rain or shine, he's there with the birds.

Stede’s been doing this a few months by the time June rolls around. As he's setting up his stand, he notices that the area is much busier than it’d normally be at this time of morning. Lucius, who got roped into helping run Stede’s stall somewhere down the line (despite his protests that this is not what personal assistant means… But hey, he got a boyfriend out of it, at least), reminds him that there's the parade today, too- not realising that Stede had no clue there was a parade today, and especially not that it was pride. Stede immediately jumps to fretting about the amount of stock he’s brought, and Lucius takes the cue to escape, saying he’ll go and grab them coffee (but really, he's off to flirt with Pete)

Lucius is still missing when Ed stumbles across the little leather stall. Stede’s just ran back to his car to fetch his last boxes of inventory, and by the time he returns, Ed’s already begun to narrow down his choices. Stede greets him, starting to tell him that they're not actually open yet, but before he gets more than a couple of words out, Ed’s exclaiming “You're a Kiwi!!!”

The two of them smile at the shared recognition, and Stede says he’ll make an exception, just for Ed, and asks him what exactly he was interested in. Ed tells him that he's looking for a collar “for his boy”, and points out the particular design he was looking at. It happens to be one of Stede’s favourites from this latest run of work, a fact he mentions to Ed. It leads them into a discussion about Stede’s craft, and Ed’s Izzy, and then everything in between. Ed’s listening intently to the things Stede’s telling him, completely drawn in by the process, and by Stede himself. He watches as Stede stamps Izzy's name into the collar, and Stede even lets him have a go at one of the stamps. 

Lucius reappears sometime in the middle of this- only to immediately retreat again, seeing Stede engrossed with Ed. He sets up camp at Pete's booth opposite, watching this man flirt intensely with his boss- and Stede flirt back just as hard. Does Stede even realise he’s doing it? Lucius had known Stede was gay since before Stede even admitted it to himself, but this is on a whole other level.

The pair stand there so long that Izzy comes to look for Ed- the two of them are manning a float on the parade with their crew, and it's past time for them to get geared up. He's already worked up, frustrated to have been left to set up everything alone, when Ed had just gone to see if he could get them both coffee. So maybe he's a bit of a prick, approaching with a brash “where the fuck have you been, Edward”, to which Stede brings the same energy, giving a bitchy “Ed! Do you know this guy?” Izzy tenses, ready to snap, but then Ed cuts in, excitedly telling Stede that this is “his Izzy!” Which confuses the hell out of Stede. 

Forgetting his earlier attitude, he asks Ed if he “really named his dog after his friend”, only to be met with confusion right back from Ed at where the hell Stede got the idea he had a dog from. Stede gestures at the bag with the collar in it, to which Ed has to tell him, “oh, no, that's for him.” Ed tells Stede that they're here to run a float for their local leather society, and while Stede is certainly shocked by what Ed’s saying, he's not finding himself… uninterested. It's simply that he’s never even considered any of this before, especially not that people would use the things that he made for this, but Ed sounds so enthusiastic about it all. He tells him about how his friends would love to see Stede’s work, about how classic leather gear is always so fucking boring- but not Stede’s stuff, no, Stede’s stuff is “fresh” and “fascinating” and unlike anything Ed’s ever seen before. 

Ed's enthusiasm is incredibly infectious, so when he invites Stede to come back to see their float, he readily agrees. It’s a concept Izzy’s less than enthusiastic about. He doesn’t really want to bring this man who’s dressed like he just walked out of a HOA board meeting to their kinky little corner of the world, but he is having a lot of fun watching Stede squirm, so decides not to raise a protest. He does demand he gets his long-overdue coffee first, though (Stede pays for it- as “compensation for him distracting Ed from his job”, he says, not giving Izzy a second to process before he's tapping his card)

By the time they return to the float, Fang, Ivan & Jim are waiting for them, all already geared up. Stede is stunned silent at the sight for about 5 seconds, before he starts actually looking at the quality of Jim’s harness, and proceeds to go off about the poor quality of the craftsmanship, about how the hardware is tacky and completely the wrong choice with this leather, how his “ten year old daughter could do a better job!!!” 

There's complete silence from the group, until Izzy, of all people, bursts into laughter at Stede’s audacity (and, the fact he was staring at Jim's tits completely unabashedly, like he hadn't even noticed them in the first place). Izzy's laughter sets Ed off as he tells the group about Stede’s misunderstanding- “you didn't say he was a person!” “I mean, he's my dog”- and soon everyone's having a friendly giggle at Stede’s mistake.

It's somewhere in the middle of the retelling that Ed remembers that this whole thing happened because he was buying Izzy a gift. After a moments fumbling, he presents Izzy with the collar-  It's a rich, deep black, embossed with a rolling pattern that resembles waves. It’s made from a firm enough leather to take the tooling, and to remind Izzy that he’s owned while he’s wearing it, yet still soft enough for long term comfort. Izzy's eyes immediately lock on to it, an unreadable expression coming over his face, and Ed turns it; first so he can really see the design and Izzy’s name embossed into it, and then so he can see the small “Ed ♥” on the inside of the collar, right over his swallow tattoo. 

“I did the heart,” Ed says to him softly, intended only for Izzy’s ears. Izzy's eyes flick up to Ed’s, and he raises his chin to give Ed the room to put it on. Ed buckles the collar around his neck almost reverently, a test of the tightness turning into a caress of Izzy's neck. It's a perfect fit.

It's as though something comes over Izzy; so twitchy and abrasive earlier, now silent, staring at Ed with a look akin to worship in his eyes. He obediently tilts his head for a kiss as Ed's fingers move to his chin- It's a sight to behold, and one that has Stede intrigued. He wants to know more about this lifestyle, and these men in particular. He wants to be the one to put that expression on Izzy's face.

The moment breaks as Ed and Izzy pull apart, and Ed calls for the crew to finish the last bits of set up. Izzy shakes himself a little before running off to bark orders again, but even still, there remains a softness to him that wasn't there before. 

Ed turns back to Stede with an apologetic smile, already obvious that he has to get going. Before he can speak, however, Stede jumps in -“My business numbers on the card in the box… I'll be around all day”- Ed’s smile turns more genuine at that, promising to stop by if he gets a moment, and that he’ll send his friend's Stede’s way- “if he wants that kind of business.” Stede says that he does, actually- that he's seen a whole new world already today, and, while he was a little taken aback at first, he can feel the passion Ed and his friends have for this life. If there's one thing that's ever mattered to Stede, it's other people's enthusiasm. Maybe he doesn't completely understand yet, but he would like to try.

One year later, Stede’s back at the market on pride weekend again, far better stocked for the crowds this time around. Lucius is finally free to spend the day flirting with Fang & Pete to his heart's content, now that Stede’s roped his own boyfriends into helping him run the stall- and into modelling the merchandise. Ed loves that part, while Izzy needs a lot more convincing, but the puppy eyes Stede & Ed weaponise against him make a very good argument.

[rotzaprachim]

it’s been said by sooo many people before but it’s so unfuriating how Celtic languages aren’t overly difficult but learning them can be because they’re critically endangered, have undergone centuries of repression, are very very unusual members of the indo European family tree (yes I think they’re definitively Indoeuropean and hypothesized Semitic ties are all hogwash yes I also think Gàidhlig is fascinatingly parallel to Biblical Hebrew, and frequently suffer from having the worst teaching methods imaginable