i can make art but only after ppl poke me with sticks first
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i can make art but only after ppl poke me with sticks first
"He could have sworn the gargantuan height of the First Halo reached deep into the clouds, its barbed rocks tearing into them like teeth into flesh. They were spread wide, to the point of disappearing into the horizon on either side. The absence of lilting lullabies told him they remained unnoticed, for now. Though the mist obscured the lowermost parts of the western passage, he noted that it was oddly… clear. Brick assumed the mother of all sirens did not want her daughters tearing their tails as they feasted."
WHERE ARE MY BIKERIDER GIRLIES TO WE NEED TO TALK
forever appreciative of you degenerates sending me ideas and letting me work on them over time 🥺🥺
Ha nice
More talks about translation, regarding gender
So, more "heavily" gendered languages have this duality in whcih every noun has a grammatical gender but at the same time, gramatical gender does not equal actual gender.
Like, "una persona" is grammatically fememine, but it is totally normal to say "Pedro es una persona simpática" (Pedro is a friendly person). Even if the adjectives are female sounding, it doesn't imply Pedro's gender.
Still, at times it is difficult to find a good equivalent, especially for words that have the same base morpheme, but use a genered suffix, like "sobrino/a/e" (nephew, niece, nibling)
Let's take the words "child" and "sibling" as an example. And other ways of getting away with not gendering someone.
taller than the trees
for the @mixed-up-writer-fest with @sunshinemarauder
Although Lily is, without fail, vehemently defensive of her chosen profession, there are certainly parts of it she doesn’t like. Oh, she loves the children and the thrill of teaching a lesson that resonates with them, the summers off and the way kids come into her classroom at break time to talk her ear off about everything and nothing at all. But this part? Standing by a bus with a clipboard in her hand, hiking boots pinching her feet, her damp hair against her neck reminding her she’d taken her last shower in several days so early that morning the sun wasn’t even a thought at the edge of the horizon?
read on ao3
"Although fair warning that the next part will be very angsty" oh my god I can't wait to read ittttt I love some angsty angst
let’s just say Druig doesn’t hold back when it comes to confronting y/n about his new discovery…