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A tarot deck I’m working on
#489
Use the “character not recognized in this font” box as a grapheme for your conlang.
the best
#491
Your language consists of all rotationally symmetric IPA strings. For example, [θrɒzɑɹθ], [nbaɐqu], [ʃɴʃ], [ɛʎyɜ], [xχx], and [ʌːcɪɔːv] are valid words.
amazing
#494
A conlang in which there are genders corresponding to each of the Pokemon types. Transitive verbs are conjugated based on how effective the subject’s type is against the object’s type.
i.e.
“The sprinkler(water) watered(not very effective) the lawn(grass)”
“The boxer(fighting) punched(super effective) the statue(rock)”
i can’t stop wow
#498
Make a conlang with some noun classes:
a class for liquids, like water
a class for solid objects like the earth - people could also be in this class too (compare humus > humanus)
perhaps even a class for dangerous things à la Dyirbal, like fire
a class for abstract concepts and gases, like air
Then perhaps a grammatical shift can be introduced in which most air-class nouns start getting reanalyzed as fire-class nouns, except for one air-class noun, which could be anything, like /æŋ/ - perhaps this noun may preserve its marking due to a special circumstance such as a religious meaning, such as “an incarnation of a deity”. Perhaps due to its synchronic irregularity, speakers become confused as to which noun class it’s in, so in addition to taking air-class marking it can also be treated like a water-class noun, an earth-class noun, or even a fire-class noun.
nOOOOOOO
#510
A language in which the metaphor of time as a direction uses absolute directions (e.g. past is east); the direction uttered is always given in relative terms, so if something is in your past, you would say it is to your left if you’re facing south. Even if you’re facing west, you can’t know what your forwards holds in store for you.
Well, I have a new favourite poet.
why are parents allowed to yell and scream at their children and call them names and just make them feel like shit in general…
but when kids try to defend themselves…. its disrespectful?
what kind of fucking shit parents do you have
is this a new thing to you
This. This is golden.
i drew a pigeon on ms paint when my internet stopped working do you guys like it
i drew pigeon some papaya to eat
I drew pigeon a friend
he brings kiwi
crow brings a single cherry to the party because it was so last minute and this is all he had in his nest
robin was going to bring a slice of bread that she found in the park but she ate it on the way there
can greg come too?
you can actually see him go through all five stages of grief
protect neurodivergent kids with disorders other than just depression and anxiety 2k15
I have incorrectly been saying ‘burqa’ when I meant ‘niqab’ for maybe my whole life.
reblogging for informational purposes. i will come collect you if you reblog from me in a way that disrespects any of my sisters.
HAVE WE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH
these are all perfect
… So you deny that 90% of the Earth's population exists? Am I wrong?
i used to run a bar, back in the day. right about twelve years ago now. maybe that’s not what most folks would consider back in the day, but i aged fast. you would too, in my position.
it was a great place down in the south, decent sized joint with a close knit staff. always bustling with business. saw quite a few commotions in that tavern. more often than not, that’s where the town’s rumour mill would catch wind. despite being a northerner myself, the cowboys seemed to like me well enough. i made a handful of friends. god, i loved our cook. great woman, jess.
now, i closed the bar at the peak of its popularity. everyone had their own idea why, some of those ideas being the right one, but— anyway. i left. i got the hell out of dodge. closed the bar as quickly as i could, packed my shit and left as soon as the sun started rising, gossip and friendships be damned.
i just didn’t have any other choice.
i’m always waiting for sunrise these days. i never used to be a night owl, really, i was one of those “early to bed, early to rise” types. sure, sometimes my work kept me up, but i had some semblance of a sleep schedule goin’ for me. i was a productive member of society, for whatever that’s worth now. i suspect it’s nothin’.
i don’t take to the night too well. i find myself waiting in that darkness, sometimes clutching a knife close to my chest. anything i think could hurt someone. something. i don’t look out the window. i don’t do anything but look straight ahead until the first pieces of morning overtake the room, wash it in that grey-blue haze. i always feel like i’m waiting for the other shoe to fall. for the ax to finally land on my neck.
i moved back to good ol’ new england afterward, straight into the depths of the woods. i’ve really never been a paranoid person, but i can’t feel safe in a crowd anymore. can’t stand towns, really can’t stand cities. who knows what lurks in the hearts of men?
i do. that’s why i stay the fuck away.
it’s about 6:37am on a tuesday morning, and there are two knocks on the door. soft, in quick succession. an even softer falls against the wood, like it might be a mistake. like someone’s hand was shaking. i hadn’t heard a car, hadn’t seen one in days, even–
i open the door slowly. revel in the creak, how unwelcoming it sounds. my nearest neighbour is a good drive down the mountain, moved here to take care of her grandmother and didn’t relocate when she passed. nice woman with a faint boston accent, emotive dark eyes.
she’s standing on my doorstep, and her hand lashes out to grip the door frame. i don’t see a car. “hi,” she says, and there’s some edge in her voice i can’t identify. some cut to it. “hi,” she repeats. her eyes are wild.
“can i help you?” i ask, carefully measured with what i hope is the right amount of nothing, but she’s already pushing past me, stumbling into my kitchen.
she’s suddenly digging through my drawers, tearing the whole place apart. i notice she’s barefoot as she turns to me and hisses, “phone.”
“pardon?”
“where is your phone?” and her mouth is opened like she’s about to say something else, but nothing comes. a choked syllable seems to trail off to its untimely death. she only looks at me. she only looks past me.
a chill passes over the room and when i turn to shut the door, to tell her to get the hell out, i see it. he’s standing stock-still in the yard, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. the tall figure he cuts is still the same offsetting sharpness i remember from twelve years ago. his eyes gleam like disaster, like doom, like the ax about to fall.
i’m not afraid of him, i find. i’d like to make my morning coffee now. i’d like to have breakfast. i’d like him to leave.
“straightpeoplereceipts,” he practically sings, self satisfied and unbearable. “you deny that ninety-percent of the world’s population exists?”
i take a glance at the woman in the kitchen behind me. something seems to click then, and i don’t look back. i shut the door.
help
My head is splitting in half
i am in physical agony
Eew
When your stupid wizard parents force you to make the bed.
this is a fucking cinematic masterpiece
Fun fact: Kevin Parry, the dude in this vine works for Laika and did animation on The Boxtrolls and Kubo and the Two Strings.
Whaaaaaaat?!