#language manipulation

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

When you can’t use “is,” "identifies as” is a way of hiding “is not.”

[airedelalmena]

at first i thought that that post was criticizing the overuse of the word “artist” to mean anything but that, in a musical context.

what seems to’ve happened there is that prince the singer had to fight for creative control with his record label, since he couldn’t put out music as often as he’d like under his actual name (which they had rights to deny him to do). he said “fuck it” and called himself “the artist formerly known as…” just so it wouldn’t infringe on their copyright over his own goddamn name.

then it seems like the whole music industry decided that this pretentious word would be amazing to apply to everyone who’s ever been churned out by a label to mass-produce autotuned top 40 hits.

at this point we should call them all “content creators” or more like “bologna-makers” and call it a day……….

[kid-cat64]

New catchphrase alert!

"Tech" rhymes with "heck", and that means...

If you ever mess up with tech, just say "Effin' tech!" to save face!*

[girlbloggerbby]

Body language/mental tricks that hot people use and know

Consider learning more about "the halo effect"(i will do a detailed post soon)

Triangle eye contact!!! Marilyn Monroe used this tactic for flirting and it sure works

If a person its telling you a story and look to the right they're telling the truth and trying to remember the story, but if they look to the left they're lying(creating that story)

Doe eyes for getting what you want and siren eyes to play someone

Mirroring the person you like is a an unconscious thing that happens to us when we like someone, so try to do it on purpose to attract someone

Keeping your chin up can be perceived as confidence

Tell a joke or just show a funny thing in a group of people, then look who everyone looks at when laughing, usually people look at who they like or who are more intimate

Whispering on someone's ear it's a form of creating intimacy with someone in a innocent way

That's it for the day, If you have any ideas or what topic you want tips just ask, luv ya❤️‍🔥

[quinnmorgendorffer]

it's called a term of endearment

[lesbianpaulnewman]

THE SOPRANOS Season 3 Episode 11 - "Pine Barrens"

[aho-dapa]

I'm just gonna say it, ACOMAF Tamlin's outburst is literally a panic attack and it has physical consequences for Feyre BECAUSE OF MAGIC

irl, without magic, Tamlin couldn't have even done that

Also Feyre was only able to shield herself from a magic outburst (not a physical attack) BECAUSE OF MAGIC

[anxiously-sidequesting]

This is a weird useless post but if wizard101 was ever officially animated by experienced animators well versed in body language, symbolism, and design I would be dead. Impactful animation and movement and dynamics between characters and the plot itself IS my hyperfixation

[ravenzeppeli]

Stained Red Prequel - Before The Pain |Yandere DIO x Reader Fluff|

Warning: strong language, threats. MA.

      Your red high heels clicked against the hardwood floor gently as you carried two empty wine glasses in one hand, the other hand gripping a wine bottle. You wore a tiny little black dress, the dress hugging all of your curves perfectly.

       You entered Dio's room without knocking - it was now the room that the two of you shared together. "Master?" You called out, closing the door behind you. You sat the wine down next to his bed. It was dark in the room. Only a faint light glowed next to the bed from the single white candle. "Are you in here?"

      You let a gasp escape your lips as you felt cool hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into the familiar large form of your lover.

      "You've kept me waiting for a long time, and that greatly displeases me," his velvet voice called out as he dropped his lips to your ear. "That's very naughty of you, and I also saw that secret conversation you had with dear old Hol Horse. Asking about who the Joestars are." He squeezed your hips tighter.

       You let a low gasp escape your lips, shocked that he found out. Dio never informed you of much. He liked to keep you as clueless as possible in case you had some moral compass. He didn't want to lead you away from his arms. Despite the power he had, he still wanted to keep your feelings towards him true.

      "I keep having to be upset with you, and I don't want to keep getting upset with you. I've been too lenient with you; I suppose that this is all my fault." He let his arms drop from your waist, but he kept his body pressed up against you. You could feel his dark yellow irises on you as his hot breath tickled your ear lightly. "What do you want me to tell you?"

      "Who... who are the Joestars? Where did you get that scar on your neck?" You asked him, trembling softly as you waited for a reply. You hoped not to upset him, for him to keep calm.

      Dio spun you around, gently pushing you to sit on the edge of his bed. "How can I trust you not to leave me? What if the truth casts your love away from me?" He asked, standing in front of you as he placed his palm on top of your head, carefully rubbing your head. "I'll never let you leave me."

      "I know that you are an evil guy, but I don't mind. I love you, and my feelings are true. Until the end, I am by your side," you told him. Though deep down you were a little uncertain but you pushed that feeling aside, casting it away.

      "I wouldn't call it evil, just misunderstood." He removed his hand, sitting next to you as he wrapped his strong arm around you. "I am about to tell you a very long story, buckle up."

                              🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

        "Do you still love me?" Questioned Dio as he stared straight ahead, not making eye contact with you. He had told you everything from start to finish without leaving a single detail out.

      You were honestly both shocked and terrified, but you shook that feeling away. You loved him, and he loved you - he would protect you from all harm, and you should be thankful. Right? "Yes, I still love you. Thank you for telling me everything."

       "Now that all of this is over, I do believe that you are due for a punishment. You went behind my back, and worst of all, you spoke to Hol Horse. I'm upset," he spoke softly as he stood up. "But I don't know how I should punish you.. do you have any ideas?"

"I don't want to be punished, I was simply just curious and too afraid to personally ask you." You hardly asked Dio anything personal, always being much too terrified to ever ask him anything.

       He shrugged his massive bare shoulders, walking over to you as he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pressing his smooth lips against yours. As he pulled away, he smirked down at you. "I never thought that I- Dio would have such a soft spot for a mere human, but here you are, proving me wrong for the first time in my 122 years of existence."

You let a gentle blush appear on your cheeks as you looked into his cat-like gold eyes. His smirk shifted into a soft smile as he pulled away from you, reaching in his black pants pocket as he kept eye contact with you. He pulled out a shiny diamond ring, holding it up to you. "Y/N.. be my fiancé. When I defeat the Joestars, we will then marry, and on our wedding night, I will turn you into a vampire."

      "Okay," you whispered, tears filling your eyes as he slipped the ring delicately on your finger. This was.. it was so beautiful. The fact that he planned to turn you into a vampire the first night that you lay husband and wife slipped your mind as you stared at the ring with soft eyes, clearly touched that he proposed to you.

       This was a rare moment when you got to see the more softer side of Dio Brando, the side that he so desperately tried to hide as if he was ashamed of loving someone other than himself. "You are my fiancé now.. you don't have to call me master anymore. You can just call me any nickname you can think of."

      "Kitten," you quickly spoke, a smile appearing on your lips as you giggled lightly. You haven't laughed in so long.. you don't remember the last time that you actually laughed at something.

       Dio rolled his golden eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Do I look like a kitten to you? If anything, you are the kitten," he spoke softly, wrapping his massive arms around you, pulling you into his freezing bare chest. "Just.. I'll ask you again in 24 hours. How about we drink some wine and celebrate our engagement a little? I can run us a hot bath." He combed his sharp nails gently through your soft hair, chin resting on that top of your head.

       "That sounds good," you softly replied back, burying your head in his cool chest as you wrapped your arms around him. "My love."

      "I like that.. you may call me that in private," he whispered in your ear, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. "Let's get in that bath.. I can wash your hair for you."

     You blushed fiercely as a giggle yet again escaped your lips. "That sounds perfect." You loved him like this.. loved him when he wasn't so sadistic towards you. Was he changing into a different person right before you very eyes? You truly didn't know, but over time, you hoped to know the truth.. for now, you were just simply just going to enjoy this precious night, pushing every worry that you had to the side.

[science-lings]

"A Magician never reveals her secrets!" is the rule but Trucy's family has always been completely made up of other magicians. They've taught her all she knows, cards and throwing knives and sawing people in half and how to smile no matter what. So she may call Phoenix 'daddy' pretty much immediately but when she starts really thinking about him as her family is when she starts to teach him some magic.

She can tell that he's already a bit of a performer as well, his false smiles are practiced and perfected, he appreciates some theatrics, he knows the security that comes with an act. He's her father now, so she teaches him some sleight of hand and how to throw knives so he stops coming back from work all bruised from a card game gone wrong.

Just... the Wrights being a completely in-sync duo who above all, are performers, acting out the life they want others to think that they have. They have smiling iron masks that can only be seen through by each other and they're all each other has.

Phoenix didn't adopt Apollo when he figured out his parentage, no, he figured it was too late when Trucy started making him her magical assistant.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

FYI, "gay" is also correctly defined as "own sex"-attracted, rather than referring to "gender" (opposite sex). Unclear if this was previously corrupted.

The fact this is even a thing is ridiculous but also indicative of where we are.

[cult-of-lambs]

punching you in the face then licking your blood off my knuckles >>>

[neuroticboyfriend]

gentle reminder that gaslighting isn't always an abuser blatantly calling you crazy. they may lecture you about how you're misinterpreting something. they may say something very serious is no big deal. they may get passive aggressive and leave you feeling irrational. or they may get furious at you for being overdramatic without ever directly calling you that.

gaslighting is a form of manipulation, and manipulation is most effective when the victim doesn't even notice it's happening. "you're just insane" is a lot more obvious than "i don't remember that happening, are you sure it wasn't just a bad dream?" and whether it's over or covert, both are horrible. both are dangerous. both are abusive, and oftentimes neglectful.

be careful out there, and know you know yourself best. you are the expert on you - your mind, your body, your life. no one can change that. not even the people who wield so much power over us.

[melloween-candie]

Teen pregnancy [P.3]

A Carl Gallagher x Fem Reader fic

Summary

You only started dating Carl for about 2 months. That was right around the time when he and Dom broke up. Deep down, you knew you couldn't compete with her. He would always choose her before you. Yet you were only 16 years old when you discovered he got you pregnant. This news terrified you so much. You didn't want to lose him, and you knew he was already going through so much shit stuff with his family and his "business." Better yet, you were scared about how your family would react, let alone his. At least you have Debbie, your best friend, who's also pregnant with you.

Warning! Small spoilers, Cussing, Fake friend, Mention of cheating, Verbal abuse, Mention of bullying, Manipulation, Small mention of alcohol, Slight mention of isolation, Paranoia, Lying

Note! If any of that makes you uncomfortable- DON'T READ THE STORY!

Word count: 854

[Angst/Fluff]

Part 1, Part 2, PART 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (Completed)

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

It has been about 2 weeks since all that happened. You've been avoiding Carl the whole time. Always giving him excuses, saying you have a girl's night with Debs or how you're too busy with your studies. When really you and Debbie had been planning on seeing a doctor for the both of you.

Meanwhile, Carl worked on getting out of his situation. He removed his Cornrows, gave Fiona his money to pay for the house, and he stopped doing his runs entirely.

This caused a certain someone to notice. How could she not when Carl has recently been working with her father to become a cop.

That's right, Dominique Fu*king Winslow, Carl's ex and your worst nightmare.

You two used to be friends until she found out that you liked him- Now she'd do anything to destroy your life. Throughout your time dating Carl, she has constantly tried to break you guys up. Of course, Carl being oblivious, never noticed. In fact, he's still friends with her.

His reason for breaking up with her was because she did, in fact, cheat on him. Though the only reason why he chooses to stay friends with her is that he wants her dad to like him so he can become a cop. Or at least that's what he told you.

But that all doesn't matter now. She wants him back, and she will do whatever it takes to get him back.

Time skip!~

***Carl's Pov***

It has been about a month and a half since all that went down. You and Carl hung out occasionally, but you both mainly focused on yourselves. You and Debbie became inseparable again, and Carl had just been doing his thing until Dominique approached him.

"Hey, Carl~" Dominique looked at him. "Carl!"

Carl jumped out of his thoughts to find Dominique in front of him. "Oh hey."

"I just wanted to ask, how's your pregnant girlfriend?" She asked with evil intentions. "Oh, and your sister's pregnant too, right? What luck!" She giggled.

"H-how did you know that?" Carl looked around, making sure no one heard.

"Oh, you know, rumors spread quite quickly in the southside~," She said nonchalantly.

Carl started panicking. He didn't want to stress her out even more. He knew if his girl found out that the school was spreading truthful rumors about her, she'd flip.

"Who started these rumors?!"

"Who knows..." When Dom realized Carl was about to leave, she grabbed his arm. "Hey, listen, Carl. I know you're in a really stressful situation right now and everything, but I was wondering if you wanna attend this party with me?"

Carl looked at her for a second in complete disbelief at what she just said.

"I get it if you don't want to, but I figured it would be a good way for you to relieve your stress and everything. You know, since you're gonna be a dad soon, I'd figured you'd at least want to have fun one more time." Dominique smirked, knowing that what she had just said ultimately convinced him into going. "I'll text you the details later. Also, don't bother bringing your girlfriend. There's gonna be alcohol."

Then she left, leaving him to contemplate his thoughts.

***Y/n's Pov***

Throughout your weeks of school, people started acting differently towards you. Every time you walked down a hallway, people would start whispering. Your other friends started avoiding you, and people started staring at you more and not in a good way.

It made you even more paranoid. You knew you weren't showing; it's been only a month since you found out after all, and besides, Debs and Carl both agreed to keep your pregnancy a secret since you didn't want the whole school to know.

You decided to go talk to Carl about it. When you found him, you saw Dominique walking away from him with a smirk on her face.

What's that all about? You sneaked up on him.

"Hey, what was that about?"

"Huh?" Carl turned to look at you. "Oh, nothing." 

"Oh, um, ok."

You couldn't help but feel uneasy about the whole situation.

Why would he be talking to Dominique of all people... a-and why now?

You looked at him while you two walked down the hall. You remembered reading something about body language and how to tell if someone was lying to you. You weren't entirely sure if it was true, but you had a bad feeling that Carl was gonna lie to you soon.

Ding~ Carl looked at his phone. Stopping in front of your classroom door.

"Hey, listen, I won't be able to hang out with you tonight."

"What! Why?" You asked, devastated. "You promised you'd come to me and Debbie's ultrasound checkup!"

"I know, and I'm sorry, but I can't go tonight."

"Why not?!"

"Uhh-" Carl scratched the back of his head. "Look, I gotta meet up with Sargent Winslow for something..."

Carl then left you hanging in the hallway alone.

Sargent Winslow? Since when was Sargent Winslow more important than our kid?

You weren't an expert, but you were pretty sure that Carl just lied to you.

[toonztown]

Mafia husband! x (GN) reader Part 2

It has been about 3 days since you've moved into the mansion, your 'fiancé' is constantly busy with work so to your delight you hardly see him. You still couldn't believe it just a few days ago you were a normal high schooler, average grades but now your staying in a house you couldn't afford in your lifetime to be married off to a member of the mafia.

You sat up in bed, you spend most of your days in your room, sleeping the day a away, hoping that this is all just a bad dream; only to find yourself disappointed every time you wake up.

just before you were about to go back to sleep, there was a soft knock at the door. "excuse me mr capone has requested you come down for breakfast at once." the voice on the other side said. you made an audible groan and you make your way out of bed, the last thing you wanted was food much less breakfast with Mr. capone. You knew denying would be a- foolish decision, he could kill you in a heart beat. You open the closet and are stunned by the amount of expensive clothing, not a single one of them looked worn, could it be? he bought them for you? You felt your heart warm ever so slightly at the thought, you shook your head. You pick out something that you liked and changed into it, not bothering to fix your hair, maybe if he finds you unappealing to the eyes he'll let you go? its a small chance but it gave you hope. now here you were, seated at a large table full of various foods you've never tried before and across from you was the man who brought you to this hell, Mr capone. Maybe this is a good time to question him when the time was right? you picked up your glass of wine, you didn't take a sip just stare at it then back at him. You gather the courage to finally ask him "so why me." you asked, your cold gaze fixed on him. your question seemed to catch him off guard for a moment, he tilted his head in confusion with a sly grin. "i have no idea what you mean dearest." he replied, downing a glass of wine, his voice had a hint of playfulness, he was totally taunting you.

now he was playing dumb? who does he think he is. You clench your fist into a ball before slamming it down on the table "dont act dumb! why did you chose me! why did you bring me here instead of just killing me! why do you want to marry me?!" through all your questioning and ranting he just stared at you silently, tapping his fingers on the table. He was going annoyed, maybe going on a rampage was not a good idea. once your anger died down you were filled with deep regret- ohh why did you do something so stupid, you sat back down. You grabbed the bottle of wine and drank it, if your going to die, might as well die intoxicated. Mr capone got up from his seat across the table and made his way over to you.

your cheek was met with a harsh slap that would have your face stinging for a while, he grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back forcing your eyes to meet. Oh he was pissed.

"let us get one thing straight you little bitch. Firstly i didn't 'chose you' your father just didn't have the ability to have more attractive offspring, second if i wanted to kill you i would have."

his grip on your hair tightened. He then slammed your head onto the table, you could feel blood drip down your nose from the impact, you struggle to get away but this only made him do it again but harder.

" Finally, marriage is the ultimate way to have claim over you. this isn't some dumb little fairy tale where i 'fall in love with the innocent damsel.' your my slave, im the master. If you EVER, have that attitude with me again, i will send you home to your old man in a fucking body bag you worthless whore."

His words and the buzzing pain in your head made it hard to do anything but nod, he threw you to the floor and gave you a beating that you would never forget. you dont remember what happened next or how you got to bed. When you woke up, you found that your wounds were treated and a bouquet of expensive looking flowers on your bed accompanied by a note. you did not have to open it to know who it was from, i guess this was Mr capone's twisted way of apologizing after injuring you to the point of you having to passing out.

inside the note was the basic im sorry, please forgive me, i do it cause i love you and how he promises to never lay a hand on your ever again, you scoff at the thought, that was a obvious lie, did he think you were that stupid?

you crumpled the note and toss it across the room not caring where it landed, your head still hurt from how hard he grabbed your hair. If he was willing to beat you that badly for just questioning him, you fear what he will do if you try to escape. you lay back down in bed, silently cursing your dad and his stupid gambling addiction, if it wasn't for him you would be in school right now, even the worst of your bullies were better than being stuck with him. you turned and faced the wall, holding your now bruise ridden body. Pulling the covers over your eyes you drift off to sleep, dreaming of being back home with your parents, even your dad. ignoring the fact that you were to be wed, in just 5 days.

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

ieytd cast love languages attack GO

Phoenix: receiving gifts [giving], quality time [receiving]

Handler: words of affirmation [giving], words of affirmation [receiving]

Prism: quality time [giving], words of affirmation [receiving]

Robutler: acts of service/quality time [giving], any [receiving]

Juniper: quality time [giving], receiving gifts/quality time [receiving]

Fabricator: acts of service/words of affirmation [giving], quality time/words of affirmation [receiving]

Solaris: quality time [giving], quality time [receiving]

Zor(?): words of 'affirmation' [giving], acts of service [receiving]