#cros sans

[tayakii]

idol cross : @astr00-b0yy

[its-paperd]

heres the before and after i drew the fangs cross

first one was a stylus test :)

[apathetic-graffiti]

I'm Underfell Sans. I never really talk about myself all that much.

Here's some junk.

I'm pretty scared of my Asgore since he's pretty damn brutal. I expected the same treatment from """og's""" Asgore as well. But I was obviously wrong.

It was comforting to know that the "original" one is a lot nicer than I expected... I like him.

Also, I'm friends with the ""og"" sans which is pretty neat too.

I'm not looking for anyone atm. Don't message me for nothin'.

[lesserone]

rip mello you would've loved molchat doma

[dasharedya]

[jaquelanterns]

It’s Cros- Sans! I meant sans! Who’s Crossbones?

[absolutepokemontrash]

Diavolo’s Food Cake

Diavolo is feeling nostalgic, and would like a taste of chocolate cake from his childhood, but his desires have left Barbatos feeling glum.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of poison

Masterlist

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It wasn’t a rare sight to see the future king of hell eating one of Barbatos’ freshly prepared desserts. Diavolo had a sweet tooth, he loved tarts, cheesecakes, brownies, parfaits, sherbets, the list went on. What was rare was the sight of Diavolo glumly picking at a piece of chocolate cake.

Ah, devil’s food cake… sheer, rich, chocolatey bliss…

Lucifer happily indulged in his cake, the frosting was perfectly smooth and not too sweet, the cake itself perfectly spongy, soft and flavourful. Nothing in the world brought the Avatar of Pride more peace than eating something sweet, drinking some tea, and sitting on one of the plush sitting room couches.

Though, Lucifer was being interrupted and couldn’t quite relax.

Diavolo loudly sighed, causing Lucifer to look up from his piece of cake.

“Diavolo,” Lucifer put his plate down on the table in front of him and tilted his head. “Is something wrong?”

“Is the cake not to your satisfaction?” Barbatos asked, the slightest tinge of panic on the edge of his voice as he turned to look at the crown prince sitting next to him.

“No, it’s wonderful…” Diavolo said, before he sighed again. “It’s just… not the cake I wanted…”

“You asked for chocolate cake.” Lucifer raised an eyebrow. Lucifer had dealt with enough picky eaters to remember exactly what Diavolo had asked for.

“Yes, and Barbatos made it wonderfully… it’s just not the chocolate cake of my childhood.”

At the edge of Lucifer’s vision, he saw Barbatos almost roll his eyes. “My lord, we can’t just summon her to make you a cake.”

“But why not?” Diavolo asked, his brows creased in thought. “Is she busy?”

“Hold on,” Lucifer put up a hand to stop them. “Who is this ‘she’ you’re speaking of?”

Diavolo’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, Barbatos on the other hand, stared down the hallway with the most unimpressed glare.

“Before Barbatos became my butler, I had a live-in governess as a child. She’s since left, but I could never forget the taste of her chocolate cake, it was a recipe she made just for me…”

The sound of a teacup being harshly slammed back onto a plate made Lucifer almost jump in his seat. Christ, what was up with Barbatos?

“Yes, yes,” Barbatos said, quickly gathering up the empty teacups. “Her cake making skills are truly incomparable.”

“Don’t be upset, Barbatos,” Diavolo said gently. “Your skills are second to none, but the recipe she used was just unlike anything I’ve ever tasted since…”

“So… you want to call your former governess over to make you some chocolate cake?” Lucifer asked, his voice laced with exasperation and a hint of confusion.

“Yes!” Diavolo snapped his fingers, he stood up abruptly and pointed at Lucifer. “Send out a Royal Summons, prepare the castle for her arrival!”

********

“Sooooooo,” MC lay flat on their bed. The brothers (sans Lucifer, who decided to do his paperwork with the chocolate cake he came home with and refused to share) were scattered around the room. Beel was eating some chips, Mammon was desperately trying to nab some, and Levi was tapping away on his Switch next to Asmo and Satan, who were scrolling through Devilgram. “Who’s this lady Diavolo’s inviting over?”

“His old nanny or something,” Asmo shrugged, not looking up from his phone. “We’ve never met her.”

“So, is she hot?” MC asked, that perked Asmo right up.

“We can hope~.”

“You two horndogs have a one track mind…” Belphie muttered from a mountain of pillows on the floor.

“You know you love it.” MC said with a smirk.

“So when’s she comin’?” Mammon asked, finally giving up on trying to snag a chip from Beel and deciding to watch Levi play Animal Crossing.

“They just sent out the Royal Summons.” Satan snapped. “Be patient-”

“EVERYONE.”

“AAAAAAAAAA-“

Lucifer stood in the doorway, his arms crossed, and a few crumbs of chocolate cake scattered around his mouth.

“Get up, all of you.” Lucifer growled. “She’s here.”

*********

“Lady Aynaet!”

“Lord Diavolo, my sweet boy,”

MC’s jaw hit the floor when they saw exactly what was walking down the hall towards the bouncing demon prince.

All the brothers were having similar reactions, Asmo’s eyes were as wide as saucers, while Mammon kept blinking like he was trying to reboot his vision.

A little old lady, hunched over and leaning on a simple curved wooden cane hobbled forward. She had warm, dark skin with eyes as black as the Devildom sky outside. Wrapped in a bright green knitted shawl, with a beige sweater and a long black skirt underneath, she looked like anyone’s grandma, not a demoness who helped raise the future king of Hell.

She and Diavolo met in the centre of the throne room, the demon prince bending over slightly so the lady could inspect him. She gripped his chin, turned his face a bit, then pinched his cheek.

“Well, haven't you grown up to be a handsome young man?” She said, her voice crackled slightly, but for such an old looking woman her voice contained a semblance of youthful sweetness. “And so tall too.”

“Thank you, Aynaet.” Diavolo said with a bow of his head, before standing up straight. “It’s such a pleasure to have you visit.”

MC, mouth still agape, leaned over and whispered to Lucifer. “She’s a demon..?”

“Yes, and a very old one at that.” Lucifer whispered back. “Be careful.”

The old woman turned, her deep black eyes carefully running over each and every demon, angel, and human in attendance. After a moment, her face broke out into a warm smile.

“Oh Diavolo, it’s so nice that you finally got that exchange program together, it’s going well, I assume?”

Diavolo nodded enthusiastically. “Very well!”

“Yeah I only almost died four times in the first week,” MC leaned over and whispered to Solomon, who quietly snickered.

“So well, I only had to help Simeon pull Luke out of the lake twice in the past month.”

“Alright!” With a resounding clap of his hands, Diavolo snapped MC and Solomon back to attention. “Lady Aynaet and I will be in the parlour if any of you would like to stop and chat!”

“Oh this and that with the ‘lady’ talk. I remember when your grandfather bestowed that title on me when I watched your father. Oh that boy never smiled…”

Everyone took a breath of air as Aynaet and Diavolo disappeared down the hallway together. MC locked eyes with Asmo, who looked disappointed to say the least.

“Sooooo,” Luke said, twiddling his thumbs. “What now?”

“Now,” Barbatos said with a grin, lightly pulling Luke and Simeon towards his kitchen. “We make the best damn chocolate cake ever to grace the nine circles of hell.”

***********

“Oh Diavolo, what have I told you about sitting up straight?”

“Ah! Right.” Diavolo straightened his posture on the plush red sofa. “My apologies, Lady Aynaet.”

“Oh phah,” Aynaet waved her hand and took a sip of her tea. “Don’t apologize, mercy knows all that paperwork can’t be good for your back.”

“You have no idea…”

The prince took a sip of his tea and grinned. “So, Lady Aynaet, about-“

“Oh my!” The woman gasped, Diavolo turned to the entryway to see Lucifer standing in the doorway. “Is that Lucifer? The one you told me about over the phone?”

Surprisingly quickly for a little old lady, Aynaet rushed out of her armchair and within seconds she had Lucifer’s face in her hands.

“Oh, so handsome. You have a lovely friend, Diavolo.”

“Damn, I guess I can’t even be the pretty face of the group anymore.”

MC appeared behind Lucifer, a teasing grin on their face. “I guess I never was, not with Asmo around.”

“My oh my, a human in the Devildom, I haven’t seen that in centuries.” Aynaet narrowed her eyes slightly behind her little round spectacles, gave MC a few cursory prods with her cane, then the smile returned to her face. “But strutting in here so confidently, and being so cute as well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, little human.”

“Lady Aynaet, this is MC, Solomon’s apprentice.”

“Very impressive, a young human studying magic at such a young age. Why, when I was about your age I was barely out of the throes of childhood.”

“Well,” Lucifer cleared his throat. “Demon and Angel lifespans are quite different.”

“Uhhhh, thanks.” MC said with a nervous smile. “So um… what’s up?”

“Indeed,” Lucifer looked over at Diavolo with an eyebrow raised expectantly. “What is up?”

“Ah! Right! Lady Aynaet!” Diavolo sprung up from his seat, nearly spilling his still scalding hot tea all over his pants. “I have a request to ask of you.”

“What could a little old woman possibly do for the future king of hell?” Aynaet asked, easing herself back into the armchair.

“It’s your chocolate cake,” Diavolo explained. “To this day it is the best thing I have ever had the privilege of tasting, please please make it for me again?”

Aynaet blinked a few times in surprise, then nodded. “Oh is that all? Of course I will, my sweet boy, since you’ve finally mastered the art of saying please.”

She then turned to MC, and jabbed her cane at the hallway to the kitchen. “Come along, little human, I need assistance in the kitchen.”

Turning back to Diavolo as she began to hobble down the hall, Aynaet cooed: “Do spend some time with your handsome friend, Diavolo. I’m sure he’d look lovely in one of the crowns.”

Lucifer made a noise that sounded halfway between choking and a sneeze while Diavolo let out a laugh as the door to the parlour swung shut.

The moment MC and Aynaet reached the kitchen, the doors swung open, and Barbatos was on the other side holding a massive triple layer chocolate cake. The decorating was extravagant, the cut fruit placed on the top looked juicy and delicious, and MC couldn’t help but openly drool.

“…cake…” the human whispered.

“Oh dear, pardon me.” Barbatos said with a tight smile. “I have to get this to Lord Diavolo.”

“Ah ah ah,” Faster than the snap of a finger, Aynaet had the bottom of her cane levelled at Barbatos’s nose. “Diavolo asked me to make him a cake, and it’s almost dinner, I won’t have you spoiling it.”

“Barbatos…” MC began, his eyebrows creasing in confusion. “How did you make that so fast..? It’s been less than an hour.”

“Oh, I started baking this when the summons went out yesterday.”

“Uh… how about you put that in the fridge, and then after dinner, Aynaet and you can both give Diavolo your cakes. The man’s got a sweet tooth, so I think he’d enjoy it!” MC said with a light clap of their hands.

Barbatos narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, but Aynaet nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds lovely, dear human. Now since your cake is done, Barbatos, do you mind if I make use of the kitchen?”

It was less of a question, and more of a politely worded command as Aynaet brushed past Barbatos and walked into the kitchen like she ran the place.

“You, angels, do you mind lending a poor old woman a hand?”

“B-but we just finished helping decorate a-“

“Of course, we’d love to help.” Simeon cut Luke off with a pat to the little angel’s head.

“Wonderful, MC I’m going to need your help as well,”

“On it!”

*************

MC cast a worried glance at the clock, it was past six and yet, Barbatos hadn’t come in to tell everyone to get ready for dinner in an hour. The human knew that he prided himself on always being on time with every meal in order to make sure that Diavolo never went hungry for even a moment. Biting the inside of their cheek, MC turned back to their mixing bowl.

“It looks wonderful, MC.” Aynaet said as she looked over into MC’s bowl of frosting. “I’ll take over here, do you mind going over to help the angels?”

“No problem!” MC gave the old demoness a two-fingered salute and walked over to Luke and Simeon, who were busily putting all of the cake scraps into a bowl.

“It’s weird…” Luke whispered to MC and Simeon, he cast a worried glance over at Aynaet. “I thought such an old demon would be more… adverse towards angels.”

“Now that you mention it…” MC pursed their lips and creased their forehead. “Yeah…”

“All the older angels I know are still bitter about wars that were fought when I was barely older than Luke.” Simeon whispered. “But then again… we don’t exactly know how old she is either.”

“Would it make a difference?” Luke asked.

“I’d sure hope so.”

“AAAAAAAAAA-“

The trio spun around to see Aynaet standing behind them, leaning on her cane.

“You don’t get to be my age without hopefully learning a great deal.” Aynaet waved her hand to signal for the three to make space for her at the counter. “And if you must know, I myself have no quarrel with angels nor humans.”

“You… really don’t?” Luke asked, tilting his head.

“No, this whole conflict between the angels and demons may have been going on for too many years to count, but it wasn’t always like this.”

“It… it wasn’t?” MC raised their eyebrows as they watched Aynaet assemble the cake with laser focus.

“While things weren’t always harmonious, between the three worlds, there wasn’t all out war.” Aynaet explained. “…then the fighting started. Petty squabbles turning to battles between the angels and demons with the humans caught in the middle. I can only hope what Diavolo is trying to do here can put a stop to it.”

“Well…” Simeon chuckled, casting a glance at MC “The brothers have certainly improved their behaviour at least.”

“Damn right.” MC smirked. “I’ve been straightening them out these past couple of years.”

“What a wonderful relief.” Aynaet sighed. “There’s nothing worse than a bunch of boys that are too caught up in their own legend to see reason.”

MC felt their eyes dart for the clock in the corner of the room again. Still no Barbatos…

Creasing their forehead, MC turned to Aynaet and inclined their head towards the clock. “Do you mind if I go and check on Barbatos in the other kitchen? I’m kind of… worried about him.”

Waving her hand like she was swatting a fly, Aynaet nodded. “Go on, off with you, go check on your friend, little human.”

******************

“Barbie?”

MC poked their head into the other kitchen, all the cupboards were open, and dozens of recipe books were scattered around the sleek grey countertops, all open on various food splattered pages. There was no sign of the butler, so MC took a hesitant step forward into the room.

“Barbatos..?”

“Ah!” The butler shot out from a crouched position behind the centre counter island. “MC! What are you doing here, I’m in the middle of preparing dinner.”

“Uh…” MC looked around, despite all the cookbooks lying around, no actual ingredients were out on the table. “Are you though?”

MC watched as Barbatos visibly sagged and dropped another book down on one of the countertops. “No…”

“Aw, Barbatos,” MC rushed forward, nearly tripping over one of the scattered books that had ended up on the floor. “Don’t be upset, what’s wrong?”

“I’m a very old demon, MC,”

“And you look great for your age.”

“Thank you, but that’s not what I’m concerned about.” Barbatos explained with an exasperated smile. “Since I’ve been alive for so long, I’ve had plenty of time to perfect my cooking and baking techniques, I’ve been hailed as the greatest cook in the three realms. But… but after all this time I’m still yet to best Lady Aynaet at making a chocolate cake that Diavolo could enjoy…”

“Oh Barb, come here,” MC gently placed their hands on the butler’s slightly slumped shoulders. “It’s not a failure on your part, if I had to guess, it’s just because Lady Aynaet has nostalgia on her side. Her chocolate cake is only special to Diavolo because he had it as a child and he associates good memories with it. Now come on, at least one of these books has to have something Diavolo would like for dinner.”

Barbatos straightened his back, then harshly nodded. “You’re right. This little outburst of mine was extremely unbecoming of me, I’ll get to work.”

*************

After everyone sat down for dinner in the dining room and began to eat, Barbatos didn’t touch his food until Diavolo took a bite.

“Mmmmm, Barbatos you’ve outdone yourself yet again! This is delicious!”

Nearly drooping with relief, Barbatos nodded in thanks.

“Yeah! Your food is always great, Barbatos.” MC gave the butler an encouraging nudge.

“Yes yes, it is quite excellently made.” Aynaet added as she handed Beelzebub another plate.

“It was a little late though,” Diavolo said with a tilt of his head. “Is everything alright, Barbatos?”

The butler stiffened, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. “M-my apologies, my lord, the lateness of supper was unbecoming of me.”

“Hey! Uh… at least after dinner we can get some chocolate cake, am I right?” MC quickly interjected with a quick nervous laugh.

“Hell yeah!” Mammon said with a fistpump. “Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake!”

“Quit your moronic chanting, Mammon,” Lucifer grumbled while he massaged his temples. “And if you’d please, Barbatos. It appears most of us are almost done, anyway.”

“Right. I’ll be back with the cakes.”

*******************

Everyone waited with bated breath as two plates of nearly identical looking slices of chocolate cake were placed in front of Diavolo. Barbatos kept his face as blank as possible, but he cast a quick glare at the elderly demon, who didn’t seem to notice.

“Mine is the one on the left.” Barbatos piped up as he watched Diavolo look from plate to plate.

“Yes, yes, I’m just wondering which one to try first…”

“Ugggggghhhhhhhh!” Mammon whined. “Just try one so we can have dessert!”

The Avatar of Greed was quickly silenced by a thwack on the back of the head by Lucifer.

“Quiet, Mammon.”

“I’m hungry.”

“I know, Beel,” Lucifer sighed. “I know.”

“Why doesn’t Beel get a thwack?!”

Finally, Diavolo dug his fork into Barbatos’ cake, and popped the morsel into his mouth. A smile came across his face as he gave a thankful nod to Barbatos.

“It’s near flawless, Barbatos. It’s delicious.”

“Thank you, my lord.” Barbatos said with a nod and a satisfied little smile.

Then, Diavolo took a swig of his drink, then took a bite of Aynaet’s cake. A look of childlike glee spread across his face, causing his eyes to sparkle and seemingly water as well.

“Lady Aynaet, it tastes just as amazing as it did all those years ago. Thank you so much for coming all this way to make this for me.”

Aynaet softly laughed and shook her head. “You’re a sweetheart, Dia.”

“So…” Belphie rested his elbow on the table and waved his hand. “Which one’s better?”

“I couldn’t possibly decide!” Diavolo put his hands up and gave Aynaet and Barbatos a diplomatic smile. “Barbatos’ technique when it comes to baking is pure perfection, and Aynaet has skill and nostalgic power. Both cakes are amazing in their own right, just as amazing as their bakers.”

“Shmoozer.”

“Shut up, Mammon.” Lucifer growled.

“Can we eat the cakes now?” Beel asked, already grabbing himself a slice of Aynaet’s cake and plopping it onto his plate.

“Of course, of course, eat up, children, eat up!”

“Lady Aynaet?” Diavolo looked over at Aynaet with a stunning display of puppydog eyes. “Do you think you could possibly share your secret ingredients with us?”

Putting a hand over her mouth and giggling, Aynaet shook her head. “No… I don’t think I can.”

“Why?” Luke asked with a mouthful of Barbatos’ cake.

“Is it because it’s love?” Asmo asked, resting his head on his open palm.

“No…” Aynaet said as everyone gleefully shovelled their desserts into their mouths. “It’s because the secret ingredient is four different types of demonic poisons.”

The room went deathly silent, no one dared to move a muscle as the old woman’s words slowly sunk in… then the table erupted into a complete panic.

Simeon spat out his cake, Lucifer pushed himself away from the table so quickly his chair screeched against the floor, and Mammon chugged his entire drink while blubbering about being poisoned.

“MC SPIT IT OUT!” Asmo shrieked.

“But this is Barbatos’ ca-“

“OUT!” Asmo slammed his fist right into the human’s gut and caused them to nearly upchuck dinner, but it succeeded in getting the cake out of their mouth.

“…Ow…”

“Calm yourselves down, I didn’t put enough in to be lethal.”

“WHAT IN THE DEVILDOM POSSESSED YOU TO TRY AND POISON THE RULERS OF HELL?!” Lucifer shouted, his wings and horns fully on display and bright blue magic crackling between his fingers.

“The same reason I’ve been feeding this cake to Diavolo since he was a boy. To make him immune to poison.” Aynaet said with a casual shrug, she took another bite out of her piece of cake.

“Lucifer, calm down,” Diavolo raised his hand, then turned to Aynaet. “You’ve been… poisoning my food in very small doses in order to build up a poison immunity..?”

“Of course.” Aynaet replied. “I did the same with your father. As of right now, you’re immune to practically every commonly used poison in the entire Devildom.”

“I’ve been feeling unworthy to be the young master’s butler because… of poison.” Barbatos sat shellshocked in his chair, staring dead ahead.

“Holy shit…” Belphie murmured.

After a beat of silence, everyone turned to Beel, who had continued to shovel cake into his mouth.

“It’s still good, guys.”

———————————

Author’s note

I’ve had this in my drafts forever lmao, I like to think that after Aynaet leaves, Barbatos makes a solemn vow to vet any ingredients that end up a part of Diavolo’s meals 🤣

[allthingslinguistic]

10 years of All Things Linguistic

I've officially been blogging on All Things Linguistic for ten years! This boggles my mind so much that I decided to also write a whole decade in review post for tomorrow, but let's start with looking back at some of my favourite posts and other things that happened in the past year:

Projects

I started a new project to read one paper per language of the 103 languages reported in a recent paper by Evan Kidd and Rowena Garcia surveying the languages represented in the four main child language acquisition journals.

Peeking face, palm up, and palm down - the emoji I proposed with Lauren Gawne and Jennifer Daniel are now officially in Unicode 14.0 and will be coming to your devices in the next few years!

Now that Because Internet has been out for two years, I can attest that people have successfully used it as a way of opening up cross-generational conversations about changing texting norms.

I set up a survey for anyone who's been using Because Internet for teaching - put in what you've been doing and I'll compile and share it with other instructors!

Interviews and talks

How Linguistics Can Help You Learn a Language - talk for Duolingo's DuoCon

I'm quoted in a New York Times Wordplay piece about ending texts with a period

Keynote at the Unicode Conference in San Francisco on "Taking Playfulness Seriously - When character sets are used in unexpected ways" (slides here, video here for similar talk at Bay Area NLP)

Keynote at Sotheby's Level Up in Los Angeles (not online)

Virtual talk for some internal folks at YouTube (not online)

Back-to-school virtual talks: The Internet is Making English Better at Yale with Claire Bowern and about Internet Linguistics and Memes as Internet Folklore with a student at the University of Oklahoma

Guest interview about internet language on That Word Chat, an online talk show for editors and word nerds

In conversation with Rosemary Mosco about her book, A Pocket Guide to Pigeon Watching at Argo Bookshop

Contestant on Webster's War of the Words, a virtual quiz show fundraiser for the Noah Webster House

Conferences and events

LSA 2022, the annual meeting of the Linguistic Society of America (Washington DC but a last-minute pivot to virtual, judged the Five Minute Linguist competition again)

WorldCon in Washington DC

Dictionary Society of North America conference

the annual meeting of the Canadian Linguistics Association

LingComm

The organizing committee of LingComm21, the International Conference on Linguistics Communication which I co-organized last year, wrote a six-part series on how we designed the conference last year, for anyone else who's been trying to figure out how to do virtual events that are actually social:

Why virtual conferences are antisocial (but they don’t have to be)

Designing online conferences for building community

Scheduling online conferences for building community

Hosting online conferences for building community

Budgeting online conferences or events

Planning accessible online conferences

I'm also very pleased to report that a new organizing committee is making the LingComm Conference happen again, in February 2023.

The LingComm Grants returned for 2022, giving out five $500 Project Grants and twelve $100 LingComm Startup Grants. These small grants to help fledgling linguistics communication projects get off the ground were sponsored by Lingthusiasm and several other generous contributors, and you can see the full list of grantees here.

Lingthusiasm

Lingthusiasm hit its fifth anniversary! I've officially been making a podcast that's enthusiastic about linguistics with my cohost Lauren Gawne and our linguistically enthusiastic team for five years now!

In addition to releasing our usual 12 main episodes and 12 bonus episodes, some Lingthusiasm things that happened this year included: a redesigned Lingthusiasm website (I wrote an incredibly long meta post about the website design process), a Lingthusiasm crossover appearance on the NPR show Ask Me Another (featuring two fun quiz segments, one on accepted or rejected emoji and one on famous book titles), and a Lingthusiasm liveshow, a sweary liveshow about swearing, on the Lingthusiasm Discord. Also, Lingthusiasm now has a LinkedIn page, in case that's somehow a thing you need in your life.

We also released new Lingthusiasm merch! You can now ask people which shape is kiki and which one is bouba from the comfort of your own scarf, tshirt, mug, and other items. And...did we do a whole episode on fricatives just so that we could release "what the fricative" merch? In the immortal sounds of another fricative: Shhhhhhh. Plus, we did a time-limited Lingthusiastic Sticker Pack special offer for people who support the podcast on Patreon.

Main episodes:

Making machines learn Fon and other African languages - Interview with Masakhane

A Fun-Filled Fricative Field Trip

Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Theory of Mind

That’s the kind of episode it’s – clitics

Corpus linguistics and consent - Interview with Kat Gupta

Cool things about scales and implicature

Where to get your English etymologies

Making speech visible with spectrograms

Knowledge is power, copulas are fun

Word order, we love

What it means for a language to be official

Tea and skyscrapers - When words get borrowed across languages

Bonus episodes:

Gotta test ‘em all – The linguistics of Pokemon names

Language under the influence

Sentient plants, proto-internet, and more lingfic about quirky communication

Q&A with Emily Gref from language museum Planet Word

Lingwiki and linguistics on Wikipedia

Linguistic 〰️✨ i l l u s i o n s ✨〰️

Linguistics puzzles for fun and olympiad glory

We interview each other! Seasons, word games, Unicode, and more

Emoji, Mongolian, and Multiocular O ꙮ - Dispatches from the Unicode Conference

Behind the scenes on how linguists come up with research topics

Approaching word games like a linguist – Interview with Nicole Holliday and Ben Zimmer of Spectacular Vernacular

What makes a swear word feel sweary? A &⩐#⦫& Liveshow

Selected blog posts

Communication:

It's Complicated/Because Internet on why teens socialize online

Conversation, cooperation, and dementia (from superlinguo)

"old people really need to learn how to text"

The origin of language and interspecies communication

Reduplication Bread Bread

Tumblr graffiti

Languages:

The fight to save Hawaii sign language from extinction

A McGill student and professor realized they both speak Mi'kmaq; it changed everything

Pitch, intonation, and the role of technology in language description

On standard dialects

A list of the languages mentioned on Crash Course Linguistics

Pronouncing words in English (by Chinese speakers)

When your accent is better than your vocabulary

Linguist humour:

The kiki to bouba pipeline

Dinosaur Comics on the "I dunno" hum

Kawaii Desu Innit Bruv

ancient translation to badger

xkcd: neoteny recapitulated phylogeny

Experts in a Sci-Fi Fantasy Setting

General linguistics:

I asked people for their favourite fun fact about linguistics and ended up with a delightful thread of replies

Fictional Gestures

Greenmeats

Peanut cheese

Finnish pronouns

Stomach is the truest Sundial

Eeyore Linguistic Facts

The art and science of beatboxing

Beatboxing in IPA

Linguistic jobs:

Technical writer

CEO of a SaaS company

Impact Lead

Social media lead (for NASA)

Senior Analyst, Strategic Insights & Analytics

Academic linguist

Online Linguistics Teacher

Customer Success Manager

Performing Artiste and Freelance Editor

I reposted a classic "how to twitter" (from a social perspective) post of mine from 2016, which people tell me they still refer to occasionally

How to write a successful pop linguistics book (an extremely long advice post)

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[claudehenrion]

Trêve olympique anticipée...

Ah ! Enfin le grand jour de l'atroce hidalgo est arrivé ! Avec un bon trimestre d'avance sur l'événement, et littéralement rendue ivre par son pouvoir de nuisance, elle vient de décider de commencer à emm... quiquiner les parisiens. C'est dimanche que cette autoritariste pathologique et ennemie de.. l'auto, va détourner les lignes d'autobus (ce qu'elle rêverait de pouvoir faire avec les lignes de métro !). Parisiens, mes frères, vous n'êtes pas sortis de… ce qui vous attend ! C'est LE sujet de toutes les con-versations (Oui, je sais, je la fais souvent, cette césure... Mais c'est tellement bon d'oser l'orthographe qui convient !) dans tous les dîners-en-ville... surtout germanopratins...

Parce que, comme le suggérait hier Alain Rémond dans ''la Croix'', on va finir par les avoir, en fin de compte et de conte, ces sacrés jeux olympiques. Vous en pensez quoi, vous ? ''Vous, je sais pas, mais moi (comme aimait à le répéter Anne Roumanoff)... c'est comme vous'' : je suis complètement d'accord. Même si... bon... y aurait sans doute à redire, ici ou là, même là-bas, sur ceci ou cela et le reste, mais c'est tout de même les jeux olympiques, quoi ! Faut pas déc... On va les avoir en France (et même partout, et de préférence n'importe où), et même à Paris, ce qui n'est pas rien, pour la première fois depuis 100 ans pile --et face ! Et même que... les plus coûteux de l'histoire !

Non ? Eh ! ben... si ! Attendez, ne me faites pas dire ce que je ne dis pas : vous avez raison de râler : on a toujours raison de râler. Par principe. Pour ainsi dire : préventivement : ça peut pas faire de mal, de râler. Et d'ailleurs, je le dis sans vraie fausse honte : moi aussi, je râle ! Dame ! On est français ou on ne l'est pas, non... et ''de souche'', dans mon cas ! Et si les français arrêtaient de râler, autant mettre tout de suite la clé sous la porte, quelle que soit la clé et quelle que soit la porte ! C'est comme si un ''rosbif'' se mettait à ne plus boire de cervoise tiède !

Mais bon ! Là, on parle des Jeux Olympiques : c'est pas rien, non ? La fête, le spectacle, le suspense, les records des autres nations et leurs médailles, les 3 nôtres dont on parlera comme si elle étaient 24 ou 48, les touristes, le bruit, les pick-pockets débarqués du monde entier pour piller les chinetoques et les japs, les imprévus (jamais dans le bon sens, vous avez remarqué ?), Edith Piaf massacrée (on prend le pari ?), les prix qui s'envolent à frôler le ciel (sauf le 7 ème)... tout ça, et tout... le grand frisson mondialisé, quoi.. On n'est pas aux jeux olympiques pour rien : ''i'' faut suivre... le train, et ''L'important, c'est de participer''. Et pour le reste... on pense ce qu'on pense qu'on pense, en général, même en particulier.

Mais si vous voulez que je vous dise ce que je pense que je devrais vous dire, je pense que si on n'avait pas eu à organiser les Jeux pour jouer à s'amuser à organiser des jeux, je serais aussi content de ne pas râler de ne pas avoir de raisons de râler... que d'avoir, aujourd'hui, raison de râler puisqu'on les a eus. Car si on ne les avais pas eus, qu'est-ce qu'on aurait adorer râler parce qu'on n'a même pas été fichu de les avoir ! Bon. Je crois qu'on s'est dit à peu près tout ce qu'il y avait à dire, non ? On est d'accord ?

Il ne reste qu'une correction à faire : tous nos cuistres-aux-manettes, nos pontifes, nos pros de ''l'énanisme'', nos gaspilleurs de sommes ''dingues'' dont ils n'ont pas le premier sou... confondent, à longueur de discours emmerdant, les Jeux Olympiques avec une ''Olympiade''. S'ils avaient ne serait-ce que la moitié du début d'une culture historique, ils sauraient que le mot ''Olympiade'' n'a et ne peut avoir qu'un seul sens : la période de 4 années qui sépare deux ''Jeux''. Et ''Les Jeux olympiques d'été'' qui seront célébrés à Paris du 26 juillet au 11 août 2024 seront ''les Jeux de la XXXIIIᵉ Olympiade'' (moderne). Et là, vous avez raison de râler : c'est stupide ! C'en est à croire que, comme le disait l'autre, ''la culture française n'existe pas'' !

Tout de même, on peut aussi trouver normal de râler contre le prix prohibitif des trucs dans le genre ''quoi qu'il en coûte'' qui fleurissent à en être, pour beaucoup, déjà fanés avant même d'avoir fleuri... comme hidalgo, d'ailleurs. Comme je l'avais proposé à de nombreuses reprises ici-même, il aurait été sage de prévoir une ''rallonge'', en multipliant les budgets initiaux par ''π'' (nombre dit ''irrationnel'', qu'on peut arrondir à 3,14159265358979323846264338327950288419710, pour simplifier les calculs)... Le coût final de ces jeux va être croquignolet à comparer avec les ''engagements'' (?) initiaux.

Mais bon... n'en faisons pas un ''pataquès'' : depuis que la France n'est plus qu'une socialie puis une macronie (la différence est vraiment minime)... c'est tous les chiffres qui sont devenus fous, les dépenses de l'Etat, le soutien à des causes qui ne sont les nôtres en aucun cas (cf les explications rigoureusement ''non-convaincantes'' du chef de l'Etat, hier soir...), et les impôts ! Et il reste encore deux ans à tirer... avec peut-être à la clé une vraie guerre, provoquée, contre la Russie... le temps qu'elle nous écrabouille. Décidément, on n'a pas fini de ''raquer'' !

H-Cl.

[rock-and-roll-hell]

August 19, 1977

Alive II photo Session (taken before the concert that night)

San Diego Sports Arena - San Diego, California

📸 Barry Levine, Andrew Kent, Mirage Inc.

A review of that night's concert: "A surprising show of popular support was displayed Friday night at the Sports Arena for KIϟϟ, a rock quartet that has parlayed a reputation for plebeian visual aesthetics into a multi-million dollar business that offers for sale everything from KIϟϟ records to KIϟϟ comics, makeup, belt buckles, T-shirts, posters and jewelry. A packed arena with the majority pubescent teens was showered with a boggling spectacle of pyrotechnics and rock theatrics... A huge KIϟϟ logo that flashed in synch to the music's beat was suspended in midair above and behind the stage. With such flashy visual diversions, the music became a secondary consideration. KIϟϟ delivers a crude, thoroughly forgettable metallic symphony... Compared to their peers of the hard sledgehammer-rock genre, KIϟϟ still is mired in the Stone Age, a sort of modern day Cro-Magnon skiffle band" (San Diego Union, 8/21/77).

[dada-and-clara]

La nouvelle chimio a de bien jolies couleurs 🎨... Si bien que j'hésite entre imaginer des formes dans les nuages ☁️ou dans les fils de la chimio 🧶!

Ce démarrage de la nouvelle phase de 3 mois sonne comme un bilan de la 1ere...

Et ce qui me frappe c'est les personnes extraordinaires qui s'y sont révélées... Celles et ceux qui n'ont pas froid aux yeux face à la maladie et qui sont au petit soin, ça fait tellement du bien.

Portrait d'une femme incroyable : Elo 🩷. Mère de deux enfants, dont une fille diabétique, capitaine d'une équipe de foot, cheffe d'entreprise, seule à gérer son navire (maison avec jardin), téméraire 💪 et très organisée ⌚.

Il y a quelques semaines, j'ai eu une tension très très faible, un affaiblissement général assez impressionnant, lié a un état de dénutrition pas repéré.

La chimio m'a tanné et coupé l'appétit, j'ai peu quitté mon lit pour m'alimenter. Résultat -5kg, ce qui n'a pas plu aux médecins (contrairement à mon miroir🪞!). Consigne médical : manger surprotéiné 🍲! Le livre de recettes spécifique remis par la diététicienne a frappé comme un coup de massue 🔨🤯

Comment trouver la force de cuisiner ainsi, quand on n'a même pas la force d'aller aux WC... Comment demander à son conjoint qui gère déjà les deux enfants 👨‍👧‍👦, son entreprise 🌳, l'intendance 🏡 de concocter des petits plats particuliers pour Madame La Malade 🎻.

- 'Allô Elo ?'

Elo comprend immédiatement... le lendemain elle me livre des plats 🍲, des barres de céréales , des gâteaux 🍰, des pancakes 🥞 (des sucrés et des salés, faut pas déconner!), de la viande 🍖, du poisson 🐟, des oeufs 🍳, le tout avec humilité et totale générosité (je soupçonne qu'elle a cuisiné toute la nuit 🌃...)

👏👏👏 poids repris en une semaine ! Well done !

Alors comment dire... Le mot MERCI semble bien peu...

Il y a des gens comme ça. Ils sont tout simplement in-cro-ya-bles.

J'en pleure de le raconter ici 🥲.

Merci aussi à ma chère amie La Grande Lulu l'artiste baroudeuse, venue deux fois pendant cette première phase, passer plusieurs jours à la maison, pour l'inonder de bouquets 💐 et de bonnes ondes ✨, et surtout de massages à rallonge 💆‍♀️

Hommage à mon homme, que j'aime plus que jamais, capable de tenir le cap dans la houle, sans sourciller 🚣💓

Merci à Laurence ma collègue d'amour...

Et j'ai d'autres alliés : Vive le yoga 🧘‍♀️, vive le diem chan, vive l'hypnose et surtout... vous tous !

Je me sens confiante pour cette 2e phase, les voisins gèrent les enfants les wkds qui suivent les chimios, quelle chance 🍀!

On va l'abattre ce 🦀, et tous ensemble.

Merci à vous les lecteu.rices 🥰

[everythingsbetterunderthestars]

Do you have any french songs reccomendations

Hiii sorry im answering so late but I guess it’s better than never huh😭 hope this helps!

So I’m gonna put artists and for each one three songs I like from them as examples but generally I like most of their songs :) and then I added some random songs I like as well, I tried to put lots of different stuff as I don’t know what kind of music you’re more into!

- Pomme : on brûlera / pourquoi la mort te fait peur / tombeau

- Angèle : ta reine / taxi / libre

- Brigitte : Palladium / Battez-vous / Sauver ma peau

- Alain Souchon & Laurent Voulzy : Oiseau malin / Bad boys / Derrière les mots

And here are some random french songs I like:

Je te laisserai des mots (by Patrick Watson)

As-tu déjà aimé (by Louis Garrel & Grégoire Leprince-ringuet) (this one is from a musical)

Comme un boomerang (by Etienne Daho & Dani)

Pull marine (by Isabelle Adjani)

J’en rêve encore (by De Palmas)

Les miroirs dans la boue (by William Sheller)

Ma préférence (by Julien Clerc)

Le chant des sirènes (by Fréro Delavega)

Mesdames (by Grand Corps Malade)

Voilà (by Barbara Pravi)

P’tit gars (by Suzane)

Et même après je t’aimerai (by Hoshi)

L’homme de sa vie (by Lili Cros & Thierry Chazelle)

Nelly (by Superbus)

Le vent nous portera (by Noir Désir)

Un garçon pas comme les autres (by Fabienne Thibeault)

Tous les cris les S.O.S (by Daniel Balavoine)

À la faveur de l’automne (by Tété)

Toute une vie sans te voir (by Veronique Sanson)

Sacré géranium (by Dick Annegarn)

Photos souvenirs (by William Sheller)

Monsieur (by Thomas Fersen)

Le mariage anglais (by Malicorne)

Gentleman cambrioleur (by Jacques Dutronc)

Le pays va mal (by Tiken Jah Fakoly)

Comme ils disent (by Charles Aznavour)

Tes yeux verts (by Feu! Chatterton)

Le Sampa (by Richard Gotainer)

Je dis aime (by -M-)

Clémentine (by Yves Montand)

Salade de fruits (by Bourvil)

Les mots bleus (by Johan Papaconstantino)

Le dernier jour de disco (by Juliette Armanet)

Les copains d’abord (by Georges Brassens)

Göttingen (by Barbara)

Vénus (by Joanna)

[lory78blog]

I vigili del fuoco hanno liberato due oche rimaste bloccate da tre giorni su un laghetto ghiacciato a Villar Pellice (TO)

Gli animali erano su un'isoletta, al centro del lago Cros, e i volontari di Luserna San Giovanni e il nucleo Saf (Speleo Alpino Fluviale) di Torino si sono muniti di mute e hanno usato un gommone per trarle in salvo poco fa e riconsegnarle al proprietario. (urly.it/3rt75)

[strxife]

TBHK x DEAR DERE Crossover

Episode 1~ Proof Emi is Straight.

(Proof Emi asked to watch Gay sex)

Tw:Suggestive language 13+

Cro knocked 3 times on the toilet stall “Emmett-San Emmett-San are you there.”

The door stall didn’t open as Cro wondered the punishments for getting caught in the girls bathroom

The door didn’t open.

Cro rubbed the back of his neck “Haha I knew it was a joke.”

BRRR goes the stall doors

“Oh. SHIT-“

“I am here~“ the wind passes by moving up cros skirt to get a nice view of his panties

“OwO” Cro exclaims surprised 😯

“I am Emmett San of the girls bathroom-“ he says before being cut off

“What kind of perverted make ghost haunts the males bathroom!” Cro pouts pointing at him one hand on his hip

“…” He slowly goes back into the stall closing the door

“WAIT! I can’t blame you I technically am in the girls bathroom.” Cro says as Emmett pauses

“Wait…Your male?” He says shocked

“YEAH…WAIT YOU DIDNT KNOW?!” Emmett San blushes of how he flushed his panties before not knowing he was a hot sexy male after all…

Cro puts his hands on his hips “SO ARE YOU GONNA GRANT MY WISH OR NAH!”

“NAH” Emmett says before fading deeply into the bathroom stall before cro rushes in

Cro puts his leg up to his right up to his stomach and hand to his left.

Emmett blushes being cornered by a sexy male love interest like this UwU

Cro whispers in his ear “Grant my wish and I’ll give you my body UWU SAMA.”

Emmett flushes trying to push up his hands to hide his embarrassed face out fails as he can feel cros hot smexy male chest pressed up against his.

“I-I-I!” HE STUTTERS MOVING UP AND DOWN stuttering.

Cro licks his lips as he says “Can you make me emo? UwU”

Emmett stares in shock cro is his type already…but emo makes it even better! Cro finally comes off him taking a couple steps back as he questions “Is that a yes or no?”

“Yes~ but you need something in return~” Emmett says

“I’ll do anything! Even…ARSON!” Cro exclaims

“Nah I just want to suck your bojonca donka for a bit!” He blushes at the command

Then he sucks his lolipop.

“Mmm cherry flavor?” Emmett says as he sucks his ring pop which was in cros pockets.

“Yeah! Anyways for plot purposes you have to ask me to become your assistant so we can get to the gay parts!” He smiles shyly

“Mhm yeah sure.” He replies

“YAY” he jumps up and down

“Mhm now ima go grope some teenagers.” Emmett says calmly

“AWH THATS PEDOPHILIA BECAUSE YOUR LIKE 50+” Cro says sadly

“Oh yeah that’s bad :(“ Emmett says sadly aswell

“I can change you!” He says brightly hands on his hips

“YEAH LETS GO HUNT DOWN SOME MORE PEOPLE TO ADD TO OUR HAREM.” Emmett says

“Yeah but I really have to go take a piss…” Cro blushes already wetting his pants.

“I have a piss kink.” Emmett licks his lips at the growing wet spots

“Let’s save the DEVILS TANGO 😈 for later in the story.” Cro says before rushing in the stall to piss

He slowly takes his pants off peeing in the toilet slightly before

“HEY!” The toilet says

Cro stops pissing even though he has to go bad

“You think you can do whatever you want because you YASHIRO!?” The toilet says

“I didn’t know toilets could talk.”

“Well Emi gave me this stupid role of being a toilet but I’m just mad I do actually enjo6 your piss senpapi…” The toilet says blushing a bit

“mmm~ what’s your name?”

“Hoshi.”

Cro continues peeing

“MMM FILL ME UP PAPI!” The toilet says getting filled with his pee before he flushes down the rich water.

“Don’t tell Emmett-sama ;)” the toilet says as cro begins to walk off

What will occur on this sexy adventure?

Ep-1 END

[nospainnogain]

Hi my name is Kaitlyn and I just wanted to share a little bit about what we did on day three in Madrid. We started the day off by going on a walking tour with Dr. Cros. The first place we went to on the tour was the neighborhood of Malasaña. She showed us the old church of San Antonio de los Alemanes which has beautiful and intricate ceiling and wall murals. Additionally, she told us about the female heroine of Madrid who gave the neighborhood of Malasaña its name for her actions in the war against the French. Then we walked over to central madrid and visited many of the old and famous restaurants of the city. Each one specializes in something unique and tapas are very popular in many of them.

After the tour, we then went back into Sol to take the metro to a local market. While we were in Puerta del Sol they had the early New Years for people who wanted to skip the crowds, and we got to watch this take place. Then we went to the Barcelo market where we ate lunch before running to the Prado Museum. This museum is the most famous in Spain and has many unique paintings. Dr. Cros gave us a tour of the museum and told us many unique facts about each painting and the styles used. For example, in one painting she explained that egg yolk was added to make the painting more vibrant. Additionally, she pointed out a painting in which octagons and diamonds were used to create an optical illusion. My personal favorite painting was one with Jesus and Mary in which Mary had fainted after Jesus was killed. They both were laying in the exact same way to show how Mary felt deeply connected to the suffering Jesus went through and really conveyed the feeling of empathy.

Finally, to end the day we went to a Flamenco show and dinner. The performance was very good and it was very cool to see this traditional Spanish dance. The women and men had amazing tap dancing skills and rhythm. Following the dance we came back to the hostel to watch the Gamecocks unfortunately lose to Notre Dame. However it was okay, because we still got the DJ to play Sandstorm for us. Tomorrow we have a free day and I am looking forward to enjoying New Year’s Eve in Madrid!

[punkrockhistory]

Happy Birthday to Harley Flanagan, drummer for the New York punk band The Stimulators and co-founder of the New York hardcore punk band Cro-Mags, born on this day in 1967, San Francisco

#punk #punks #punkrock #hardcorepunk #harleyflanagan #cromags #history #punkrockhistory #otd