#lave =\= lathe

[theluckywizard]

In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 72: Wicked Hearts

Summary: Rose struggles to survive the dark turn the peace talks gala has taken.

Fic Summary: Lady Rose Trevelyan's idle, aristocratic life blinks out in a haze of irrelevance when the breach destroys the Conclave. She may be soft and coddled when she joins the Inquisition, but there's a fierceness inside her she's yet to fully recognize. Armed with only a few relevant skills and the mark that makes her a legend, she is thrust onto a path delivering hope where it’s long been scorched away and finds comfort in the grumpy, handsome stick in the mud charged with her protection and training. As she stumbles her way across southern Thedas, she begins to realize she's tangled at the center of machinations she barely understands, and she's not alone in that. Enter Hawke. Excerpt below the cut 👇

Excerpt:

Florianne’s laughter leaves me cold. “If you’re going to hide, mind the trail of blood you’re leaving.”

Curled behind the wardrobe, terrified tears slickening my cheeks, wanting Hawke, wanting anyone to come for me, I tremble in wait.

And then she’s standing over me

“Make it quick,” I mutter.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she says, yanking the cloth away from my side and nudging the wound with her boot. Claiming my last shred of hope, she crouches to cut my pouch from my hip. “I want you to hear their screams when we come for her.”

Florianne dumps my remaining healing draughts on the floor and then stands to crush them under her boot. She takes a step closer and kicks me over onto my back. “A valiant fight, Inquisitor. But not enough.”

“You’re going to regret this,” I spit. “The whole world will hate you.”

Florianne turns, her thin, proud line of a smirk cuts through the shadows.

“The world already hates me.”

She walks out.

My mind drifts. Something like Jaime’s dandelion seeds, aloft on a summer breeze. I’m too weak and woozy to stand or run, but I can roll. I crawl on my cut up forearms closer to the puddled draught on the dusty tile floor and push my hands through it. The potion tastes like bitter hope as I suck it from my fingers and spit splinters of glass. Time swims and my head grows heavier with each lave of my tongue.

There’s no one else to stop him. I have to fight.

It feels so much like drifting to sleep, this last march to the Maker’s side. Peppermint and laughter. Snug thoughts of being pillowed in Hawke’s arms mix with flickers of Father and Mother and Jaime and Tom. It feels like something I’m meant to do— think of those I’ll leave behind and those I’m coming to. But other thoughts crowd in: Corypheus’ ruined face and corrupted eyes taunting me, the broken sky of that dark future, my friends, poisoned by red lyrium. Despair settles heavy over me like a funereal shroud and I lose myself beneath it.

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[olderthannetfic]

Totally unrelated to my other ask, I want to know something. Apart from the dramas that tend to happen on the English speaking fandom (and other few thingys) I don't know anything at all, so:

Y'all have a recurrent joke attached to "Bad Fic Writing™"?

To clarify what I mean: In the Spanish fanfic fandom, which takes place on Wattpad more than ever, there's a recurrent joke about how sometimes you are reading a fic on Wattpad and the author decides to put a sex scene that contains... heartwarming phrases for sure, like: «and then I bit her uterus, making her moan» or «I bit the ovum of her ear» (lóbulo mistaken for óvulo). Those are the most commons ones. The other is a dialogue: «Do you like 45 centimeters?» (referring to the LI dick, LMAO —but this is common everywhere I think, the exaggeration of the size, what's funny is the phrasing in Spanish: «¿Te parecen bien 45cms?»).

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Oh, like, are there bad porn writing cliches we mock? Absolutely, there are.

'Prostrate' vs. 'prostate'

'Lathed' vs. 'laved' (and the overuse of 'laved' in general)

'Dominate' used to mean 'dominant'

Weird purple prose metaphors for vag ("dewy caves" and such)

I'm sure there are many I'm forgetting.

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

laved- to wash, wash against, can be used like “his tongue laved over the exposed flesh”

lathed- a machine that spins wood, metal etc so it can be cut and shaped, and most importantly tongues cannot do this, even with OSHA supervision

[sinfulsigh]

𝙿𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴

summary : she came to this world undone

pairings : miya osamu x reader

caution warnings : smut, choking, exhibitionism, light food play, oral (female receiving), masturbation (male receiving)

word count : 1.5k

The Japanese Sago Palm, Weeping Fig Tree, Oyster plant, Monstera Deliciosa, Philodendron and Madagascar Dragon tree nestled in the corner of your balcony to feed from the nutrients of a tantalizing mid-afternoon sun. Basking in the heat of a new day as the leaves began to slowly unravel and vainly displayed their viridian leaves for all to admire. The bumble bees gliding across a tangerine atmosphere filled with glittering imprints of concupiscence—luxuriating on the oversized jade fingers of oblivescence as two mortals come together.

You were thankful that Osamu convinced you to rent this silver minka that resided on secluded river banks of the village you lingered eternities in. You were thankful for your abandoned home that gave you security from enticing glares at merlot evenings, because your flesh and impish decadence were only for him to witness. Only Osamu could strip you of the prodigality illusions that infected your apricot brain and bring you back into explicit, rose bronze realities with the flick of his tongue. And in these moments, he brought you down and watched you fall.

You stood bare center under an incalescent sun as deic rings laved over your skin to baptize you in resplendent refined. Pushed into the corner of domesticated forests, you were kept hidden from the neck down from your lucent greenery that coalesced together. Rebirthed leaves of halcyon exhaustion ghosted over your flesh, the sensation reminding you of amative fingers soaked in hypnotic lust piercing and probing against your skin and bones. Between salt stained palms, you cradled a ripe pomegranate that was split halfway down the middle in vertical slices (the smell of the verendus underworld falling in love as a lone goddess begins to blossom). Osamu sat prettily on his knees before you, his eyes coaxed in decadence as the tip of his cherry stain tongue brushed against his thin upper lip, phagomania a sin he couldn’t shed as there have been many a nights his molars scraped then devour your flesh.

Without warning, you tore the pomegranate apart, watching it’s sticky fluids coarse down your body like wine and blood. It seeped, soaked and stained as it dribbled slowly down your skin, the juice tickling your opalescent nerves as it carved cramoisy rivers into you. Osamu waited, his breath thick on your skin as he was a reverie of glossy, sempiternal raptures, his calloused hands secured at the back of your thigh (holding you a little too tight as his hand printed bruises of his obsession into you) while the tip of his tongue rested against your thigh to patiently wait.

You squeezed the pomegranate again, watching the seeds burst then die between your fingertips as it’s juices slipped down your frame. The crimson nectar dripping onto Osamu’s pale skin before falling into puddles beneath your feet; your beloved plants even splashed with diluted jam of a karmic fruit. You observed Osamu’s stares, watching face mold from pleads and desperations to euphoria as warm liquid collected on his tongue. His mauved pupils dilated in foils of pleasure as the hibiscus petals from the far corner of your balcony began to wither and tangle then adhere to the nectar that coaxed his skin. His tongue runs long laps against you, licking the ambrosia and salt from your skin in slow strides until his slime has pierced and embedded into you.

With the other pomegranate slice nestled into your heavenized palm, (the hardened skin of the fruit begins to patronize you, referring to you as a stranger ‘cause you’ll never be deific and archaic) you brushed it against your shoulder and squeezed hard. The juices gushing down like rapid rivers down your arm and blessing you with prelude eros. The warmth cascading down your arm and onto dainty fingertips, dribbling down like harsh rainfall before Osamu caught the nectar with his open mouth, his moans low and triumphant as it reverberated then quaked dramatically.

The rivulets of rich ambrosia hit the back of his throat, slowly drowning in crimson euphorias of a forbidden fruit. The taste seared his tongue with sour obscurities as the taste emitted silver salivas to pool in the caverns of his mouth. The tip of his tongue resting against your middle fingertip, collecting the juices of bruised fruit that endured your volatile violence. Taking your finger into his mouth, he lathed up the rivers of pomegranate nectar as his merlot stained hands met with his hardened cock. His hand rested at his base before tugging it upwards on his shaft, repeating again and again till he found the rhythm that felt of raptures beneath a midnight sun. Osamu moans as your finger pushes down his throat, slipping farther and farther till it rests in his esophagus.

Platinum peach blanketed over them, the addictive smell of rustic fruit and haze of euphoria was how icons evacuated from nude followers that tear on their hangnails to search for abysmal virgins to love. Quite literally, Osamu swayed you to create hell on earth with him because no other immoral nymph can make him feel subversive; no other nymph can split the soil like you could. You stood in the remnants of his deteriorating gleam, watched him scarred and felt his madness. He wouldn’t have it any other way, it was you, it had always been you.

You slipped your fingers out of his mouth as you weakly cusped dying pomegranates in your hands then squeezed the remaining juices. Your fingers dipping into the husk of the fruit that it’s seeds began to spill and adorn your body; some of them falling into the soil of your beloved plants and wondering if you’ll grow cataclysmic garden of Eden that could set the world in a disarray of achroous chemicals and apprehensive knowledge. Sharp inhales and hallowed chests, you steadied your balance with the heave of your heels as you grasped tighter onto the shell of the fruit—Osamu allowing his tongue to lick up your slick and elixirs from your love.

His tongue circled around your clit, tasting the tang that he craved on a diurnal paradise. Flicking the tip of his tongue around your bud, drowning in your soft moans before he plants the surface of his wet muscles against it to add more friction. You watched his jaw slack as he traced long laps across your love, carding your sticky fingers through his hair before gently caressing the contour of his cheekbones and resting against the sides of his face. Your thumbs swaying softly across the layer of skin beneath his eyes, encouraging him to drink you like fountains, as if he can seek immortality in your love. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the insects gnawing at the midnight wine seeds resting in the pots of your plants; followed by Osamu’s pacened hands around his hardened member.

In this moment, you were thankful for the house Osamu convinced you to rent with him as it provided sanctity and seclusion. You were thankful for it’s tall wooden columns that provided shelter, allowing the home to mold into the personal safe haven of floral pleasure that you two shared. You were thankful of how empty the riverbank was and how you can see only green from either side. You thanked your plants as you reached your climax, allowing them to hide your ecstasy as you melted against Osamu’s tongue.

His tongue gathered every juice flowing from you as you seized, your hips shaking in violent rhythms as your high lingered from your love and spread—down your thighs and traveling high into your spine. As you unraveled into rivulets of raptures, Osamu kept his tongue on your clit, swirling your raspberry jam bud in slow clockwise circles. You focused your breathing on the calm, feeling your lungs inflate with aether as you fought the aftershocks of instability and slight exhaustion. Osamu still kept his tongue on your clit even after your orgasm called down, hoping he would rebuild you up to seek another high. His tongue swirling to drink your elixirs whole as they dripped from your love love and bled into the crimson nectar of forbidden fruit.

You felt a burning heat coax your lower calf and ankles, making you sticky with a thick liquid that oozed down your leg slowly; followed by droplets hitting the top of your foot and toes. You peaked down at Osamu whose eyes were half lidded, flesh dusted in a wet peach blush that contrasted with his pale complexion. His eyes dilated from the ecstasy of his release as he stared at your naked frame, his tongue continuing to brush your clit as you grasped his face too tightly with shaken hands. The last thing he hears is your growing moans as they echo into the sky as the remaining nectar from your fingertips carve ancient rivers of wine down his face. Before he closes his eyes to seep further into this pleasure, he witnessed the husk of pomegranates laying lonely in the pots of your plants being devoured by insects.

[dulcetash]

I’m pedantic because I care

Hey, all of you writerly sorts.  Most of you are super savvy about eggcorns and malapropisms.  You’d never mix up “you’re” and “your,” you conquered “there, they’re, their” in the 3rd grade, and you know the difference between “lathe” and “lave” (only do one of those to my nipple, I beg of you).  But let’s talk a minute about “rein” and “reign.”

They are not interchangeable.  I think people trip on them these days because horses are just not a common mode of transportation anymore, and Americans aren’t very tuned in to matters of monarchy.

Reign: to rule.  The queen reigns over all the land. Addams Family Values reigns supreme over all other holiday movies.

Rein is a verb that comes from the noun depicting those two straps attached to a horse’s mouth (aka, the reins).  Riders or carriage drivers tug on them to direct the horse.  Keeping the reins tight limits the horse’s mobility, power, and agency to choose direction, so reining in emotions means you’re getting them under control, while offering someone free rein means they can do whatever they please.  I see “free reign” a lot, and while I understand the confusion (reigning does not imply restraint), that’s incorrect.

Isn’t it weird how expressions linger long past their peak cultural relevance?

[odetolove]

his miuth dries completely as he gazes at your half named body, completely and wholy stripped from the top up. no matter- no matter how many times he had imagined this moment late at night when no one was around, it could’ve never ever prepared him for the real thing.

all this, just for me?

he begs, licking his lips to remoisten them before he’s burying his head in the valley between your breasts and moaning at the feeling your soft flesh against his exposed cheeks. he rest himself there, a hand coming up to press either of your tits closer together, letting him snuggle up just where he wanted to- he could take a fucking nap- but that wasn’t the goal at hand, so he instead trailed his open lips up one of the mounds, letting his hot tongue lathe over you until he sucked the hardened pebble of your nipple between his lips, tongue swirling around it eagerly.

my birthday came early, huh, pretty puppy?

he spoke with your bud pinched carefully between milky white teeth, free hand coming up to mirror their actions on its twin, pinching and rolling while he looked up to you for confirmation that he was treating you fairly. the sight there almost made him say fuck it and speed the prcess along, with the way you were twisted in lust. he whimpered against your sensitive area, hips swinging down one, twice, more an an attempt to satisfy himself like you were being satisfied. -bokuto

the thought of him not liking what he saw quickly and wholly dissipated when he came down and laved his tongue over the swell of my chest- my head rolled back onto his bed, gentle whimpering tumbling out of my mouth when he touched me- pushing my tits together, and then his mouth- his dangerous mouth closed around my nipples and i was gone.

the feeling of his rough hands cupping me, mouth sucking on my tits had me staring up at his ceiling- his name tumbling out of my lips over and over. i could barely make out his words through it all- but i made a tiny noise of agreement.

my upper body nearly jumped off the bed when he pinched my nipples- i couldn’t stop the /loud/ chant of his name, my eyes quickly looking down at him- mouth hanging open as i panted, nearly drooling with how good he was making me feel.

each swing of his hips down against me made his bed groan and i cried- cried out his name for more with each one- breath knocking out of my lungs as he did, my hands tangling in his hair, not gentle in the way i wanted to tug him close and have him fuck me-

koutarou- fuck me, fuck me please! n-no more t-teasing please!

i wanted to feel the force of his hips against me, wanted him to drill me onto the bed, feel his weight on me.

[eirian]

..... now I'm confused in how u pronounce either lathe or lavender. bc lathe is pronounced like lay-th and lavender is pronounced like la-ven-der where I'm at. so if lave is supposed to be like lavender it rhyme with slav (of squatting fame)

oh i mispronounced lathe then LMAO its like lavender for sure

[mrkinch]

lave - to wash (possibly with a tongue)

lathe - a machine for shaping wood or metal

I doubt very much that character A is rotating character B very fast in order to shave bits off them, but who knows? 

[covetsd]

@sintrick​   >   watches fox through his fringe as tongue is lathed against heated length, ensuring that the metal bar there drags along the underside of fox's cock as hands hold hips in place beneath him.

how fox indulged in pleasures had once been considered hedonistic, at least, enough so to prompt a good - humoured eye roll from teammates. fox barely crossed the threshold from one night stands to friends with benefits. he didn’t date, and he most definitely didn’t fall in love. it wasn’t as if he wasn’t open to the idea by any means, but the right person never came along, hadn’t taken the time to invest in him. for so long he’d just been a temporary pleasure, and he’d been fine with that. sleeping with mercury once the wolf had been open to the idea of something that wasn’t rough, and fast, and impersonal was a taste of something different. mercury kept coming back for more, and fox, naturally, had kept giving. that was a facet of him that never changed ; the want to be wanted, to be needed, to be someone’s safe space and to be relied upon. mercury, who needed no one, but wanted fox made him feel special. for someone so starved for the adoration, he’d eaten it up. fox gave, and gave, and gave, and that had been enough.

this was new territory they were exploring. vulpes wasn’t used to being spoiled, being focused on. it had always been mutual get offs or fox had taken the reigns, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. his body quaked some, as it always did to some degree when mercury touched him, feeling that familiar aura pulse against his own. breath laboured and heavy cut to a sharp gasping noise as he felt the warm muscle lave over hardened length, shuddery moan cutting through the air of the bedroom. eyes closed and crown of head ground into the pillows as he threw it head back, heels digging into tousled blankets when the sensation of metal on flesh induced the bucking of hips, refuted entirely by mercury’s hands.   ‘   baby   —   ’   endearment fell from fox’s lips without meaning to, as did so many other half formed thoughts halted by the slide of his tongue on vulpes’ cock. a hand moved down to mercury’s hair, running through and lightly clenching into the roots, trembling grip making apparent how thoroughly fox was enjoying himself.   ‘   p - please, mercury.   ’   panted groan, slight strangle of vocals, something akin to a breathy whine.    ‘   that feels so fucking good.   ’

[ameryth74]

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Two letter words:

There are 107 acceptable 2-letter words listed in the Official Scrabble Players Dictionary, 6th Edition and the Official Tournament and Club Word List:

AA, AB, AD, AE, AG, AH, AI, AL, AM, AN, AR, AS, AT, AW, AX, AY, BA, BE, BI, BO, BY, DA, DE, DO, ED, EF, EH, EL, EM, EN, ER, ES, ET, EW, EX, FA, FE, GI, GO, HA, HE, HI, HO, ID, IF, IN, IS, IT, JO, JU, JY, JZ, KA, KI, KO, LA, LI, LO, MA, ME, MI, MM, MO, MU, MY, NA, NE, NO, NU, OD, OE, OF, OH, OI, OK, OM, ON, OP, OR, OS, OW, OX, PA, PE, PI, PO, QI, RE, SH, SI, SO, TA, TE, TI, TO, UH, UM, UN, UP, US, UT, WE, WO, XI, XU, YA, YE, YO, ZA

Two letter contractions: I’m, I’d

Four letter verbs:

abet, abut, abye/aby, ache, alit, ally, ante, arch, aver, avow (10).

baby,  bach, back, bade, baff, bail, bait, bake, bald, bale, balk, ball, band, bang, bank, bant, barb, bard, bare, barf, bark, base, bash, bask, bate, bath, bauk, bawl, bead, beam, bean, bear,    beat, beck, bede, beef, been, beep, bell, belt, bend, bent, bere, best, bias, bide(archaic usage), biff, bike, bilk, bill, bind, bird, birl, birr, bite, bitt, blab, blat, blaw, bled, blet, blew, blip, blob, blot, blow, blub, blue, blur, boak, boat, bode, body, boff(vulgar usage), boil, boke, bomb, bond, bone, bong, bonk, boob, book, boom, boot, bore, born, boss, boun, bowl, brad, brag, bray, bred, brew, brim, buck, buff, bulk, bull, bump, bung, bunk, bunt, buoy, burl, burn, burp, burr, bury, bush, busk, buss, bust, busy, butt, buzz (117).

ca-ca, cage, cake, calk, call, calm, came, camp, cane, cant, card, care, carp, cart, case, cash, cast, cave, cede, cere, chap, char, chat, chaw, chid, chin, chip, chop, chow, chug, chum, cite, clad, clam, clap, claw, clay, clew, clip, clog, clop, clot, cloy, club, clue, coal, coat, coax, cock, code, coif, coil, coin, coke, comb, come, comp, cone, conk, conn, cook, cool, coop, cope, copy, cord, core, cork, corn, cosh, cost, coup, cove, cowl, crab, cram, crap, crew, crib, crop, crow, cube, cuff, cull, curb, curd, cure, curl, curr, cuss (90).

dado, daff, damn, damp, dang, dare, dark, darn, dart, dash, date, daub, dawn, daze, deal, deck, deed, deem, defy, deke, dele, demo, dent, deny, dial, dice, died, diet, dike, dine, ding, ding, dint, dirk, disc, dish, disk, diss, dive, dock, doff, dole, dome, done, doom, dope, dose, doss, dote, dove, down, doze, drab, drag, draw, dray, dree, drew, drip, drop, drub, drug, drum, duck, duel, duet, dull, dumb, dump, dung, dunk, dupe, dusk, dust, dyke (75).

earn, ease, echo, eddy, edge, edit, emit, envy, espy, etch, even, exit (12).

face, fade, fail, fake, fall, fame, fard, fare, farm, fart, fash, fast, fate, fawn, faze, fear, feed, feel, fell, felt, fend, fess, fete, feud, file, fill, film, find, fine, fink, fire, firm, fish, fist, fizz, flag, flap, flat, flaw, flay, fled, flee, flew, flex, flip, flit, flog, flop, flow, flub, flux, foal, foam, foil, foin, fold, fond, fool, foot, ford, fork, form, foul, fowl, frag, frap, fray, free, fret, frig, frit, fuel, full, fume, fund, funk, furl, fuse, fuss, futz, fuze, fuzz (82).

gaff, gage, gain, gait, gall, game, gang, gaol, gape, garb, gash, gasp, gast(obsolete), gate, gaum(US), gave, gawk, gawp, gaze, gear, geld, gibe, gift, gild, gill, gimp, gird, girt, give, glad(archaic), glom, glow, glue, glug, glut, gnar, gnaw, go by, go on, goad, golf, gone, gong, goof, gore, gown, grab, gray, grew, grey, grid, grin, grip, grit, grow, grub, gulf, gull, gulp, gush, gust, gybe, gyre, gyve (64).

hack, haft, hail, hale, halo, halt, hand, hang, hare, hark, harm, harp, hash, hasp, hast, hate, hath(archaic), haul, have, hawk, haze, head, heal, heap, hear, heat, heed, heel, heft, held, helm, help, hent(obsolete), herd, hewn, hide, hike, hill, hint, hire, hiss, hive, hoax, hock, hoke(slang), hold, hole, home, hone, honk, hood, hoof, hook, hoop, hoot, hope, horn, hose, host, hove, howl, huff, hulk, hull, hump, hung, hunt, hurl, hurt, hush, husk, hymn, hype, hypo (74).

idle, inch, iris, iron, isle, itch (6).

jack, jade, jail, jape, jazz, jeep, jeer, jell, jerk, jest, jibe, jilt, jink, jinx, jive, join, joke, jolt, josh, juke, jump, junk (22).

kayo, keek(Scots), keel, keen, keep, kept, kern, kick, kill, kiln, kilt, kink, kiss, kite, knap, knew, knit, knot, know (19).

lace, lack, laid, lain, lair, lake, lamb, lame, land, lard, lark, lase, lash, last, lath, laud, lave, laze, lazy, lead, leaf, leak, lean, leap, lech, leer, left, lend, lens, lent, levy, lick, lift, like, lilt, limb, lime, limn, limp, line, link, lisp, list, live, load, loaf, loan, lock, loft, loll, long, look, loom, loop, loot, lope, lord, lose, lost, loup(Scots), lour, lout, love, lube, luck, luff, luge, lull, lump, lure, lurk, lust, lute, lyse (74).

mace, made, mail, maim, make, mall, malt, mark, marl, mart, mash, mask, mass, mast, mate, maul, maze, mean, meet, meld, mell, melt, mend, meow, mesh, mess, mete, mewl, miff, milk, mill, mime, mind, mine, mint, mire, miss, mist, moan, moat, mock, moil, mold, molt, moon, moor, moot, mope, moss, move, muck, muff, mull, mump, muse, mush, muss, must, mute (59).

nail, name, near, neck, need, nest, nick, nigh, nill(obsolete), nock, nose, nosh, note, nuke, null, numb (16).

obey, ogle, oink, okay, omen, omit, ooze, open, oust, over (10).

pace, pack, page, pain, pair, pale, pall, palm, pang, pant, pare, park, part, pash(Austral), pass, pave, pawn, peak, peal, peck, peek, peel, peen, peep, peer, pelt, pend, perk, perm, pick, pike, pile, pill, pimp, pine, ping, pink, pipe, piss(vulgar), pith, pity, plan, plat, play, plod, plop, plot, plow, plug, pock, poke, pole, poll, pond, pool, pore, port, pose, post, pour, pout, pray, pree, prep, prey, prim, prod, prog, prop, puff, puke, pule, pull, pulp, pump, punt, purl, purr, push, putt (80).

quad, quip, quit, quiz (4).

race, rack, raft, rage, raid, rail, rain, rake, ramp, rang, rank, rant, rape, rase, rasp, rate, rave, raze, razz, read, ream, reap, rear, reck, redd(dialect), rede(archaic), redo, reed, reef, reek, reel, rein, rely, rend, rent, rest, re-up, rice, rick, ride, riff, rift, rile, rill, rime(archaic)/rhyme, ring, riot, rise, risk, rive, roam, roar, robe, rock, rode, roil, rolf, roll, romp, roof, rook, room, root, rope, rose, rout, rove, ruck, ruff, ruin, rule, rush, rust (73).

sack, said, sail, sale, salt, sand, sass, sate, save, sawn, scab, scam, scan, scar, scat, scud, scum, seal, seam, sear, seat, seed, seek, seel, seem, seen, seep, sell, send, sent, sewn, shag, sham, shed, shim, shin, ship, shit, shoe, shog, shoo, shop, shot, show, shun, shut, sick, side, sift, sigh, sign, silk, silt, sing, sink, sire, site, size, skew, skid, skim, skin, skip, slab, slag, slam, slap, slat, slay, sled, slew, slid, slim, slip, slit, slog, slop, slot, slow, slub, slue, slug, slum, slur, smut, snag, snap, snip, snow, snub, snug, soak, soap, soar, sock, soil, sold, sole, solo, soot, sorb, sort, soup, sour, sown, spae(scottish), spam, span, spar, spat, spay, spec, sped, spew, spin, spit, spot, spud, spur, spurn, stab, stag, star, stay, stem, step, stet, stew, stir, stop, stow, stub, stud, stun, suck, suds, suit, sulk, sung, sunk, surf, swab, swag, swam, swan(brit), swap, swat, sway, swig, swim, swob, swop(brit)/swap, swot, swum, sync (155).

tabu, tack, tail, take, talc, talk, tame, tamp, tang, tank, tape, tare, task, taut, taxi, team, tear, teem, tell, tend, tent, term, test, text, thaw, thin, thud, tick, tide, tidy, tier, tiff, tile, till, tilt, time, tine, ting, tint, tire, toil, toke, told, tole, toll, tomb, tone, tong, took, tool, toot, tope, tore, torn, toss, tote, tour, tout, tram, trap, tree, trek, trim, trip, trod, trot, trow(archaic), true, tube, tuck, tuft, tune, turf, turn, tusk, twig(Brit), twin, twit, type (79).

undo, urge (2).

vade, vail(archaic), vamp, vary, veal, veer, veil, vein, vend, vent, vest, veto, vide, view, vine, visa, vise, void, vote (19).

wade, waft, wage, wail, wait, wake, wale, walk, wall, wane, want, ward, ware(archaic), warm, warn, warp, wash, waul, wave, wawl, wean, wear, weed, ween, weep, weet, weld, well, welt, wend, went, wept, were, wert(archaic), wham, whap, whet, whid(Scottish), whip, whir, whiz, whop, wick, wile, will, wilt, wind, wine, wing, wink, wipe, wire, wise, wish, wisp, wist, wite, wive, woke, wolf, wont, wood, woof, word, wore, work, worm, worn, wove, wrap, writ(archaic) (71).

x-ray (1).

yack, yank, yard, yarn, yaup, yawn, yawp, yean, yell, yelp, yerk, yeuk, yock, yoke, yowl, yo-yo(informal), yuck (17).

zero, zest, zinc, zing, zone, zonk, zoom (7).

IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT

(yes there are 28 ITs)

[gretchensinister]

tejoxys replied to your post:

Did Millennials Kill The Word “Lave”?

the reason that one always jumped out at me is because it sounds a little too close to LATHE, which, in the context in which ‘lave’ is used in fics, would be very messy indeed

Thanks, my whole skin just tried to crawl away and hide

[verecunda]

scribbler-spot replied to your post: Right, listen. I am willing to put up with a lot...

AND LATHING NIPPLES?! WHAT IN GOD’S NAME?!

EVERY TIME. IT’S LIKE LAVE. LAVE. THE WORD YOU’RE LOOKING FOR IS LAVE.

[krill-joy]

words you do NOT want to mix up when writing smut:

lave and lathe.

THANKS dictionary.com!

[eirian]

i have no idea if lathe is one of the words with like regional pronunciations so u might not be incorrect but that's not what is important. what's important is can lave slav squat? hes an alien so he doesnt have to live by the rules that say only slavs can slav squat bc their hip structures are slightly different

alksjdf sure

[voiceofmany-a]

Pulled out a notebook to take to my interview so I can look studious while taking notes. Forgot it was the one I made notes in during my developmental edits with my publisher. Saw the phrase “It’s laved, not lathed,” and now I have to go back and change all my nipply smut posts because DAMMIT IF I DON’T KEEP FORGETTING