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Haha, what a loser.

NO ONE knows how to use thou/thee/thy/thine and i need to see that change if ur going to keep making “talking like a medieval peasant” jokes. /lh

They play the same roles as I/me/my/mine. In modern english, we use “you” for both the subject and the direct object/object of preposition/etc, so it’s difficult to compare “thou” to “you”.

So the trick is this: if you are trying to turn something Olde, first turn every “you” into first-person and then replace it like so:

“I” →  “thou”

“Me” →  “thee”

“My” →  “thy”

“Mine” →  “thine”

Let’s suppose we had the sentences “You have a cow. He gave it to you. It is your cow. The cow is yours”.

We could first imagine it in the first person-

“I have a cow. He gave it to me. It is my cow. The cow is mine”.

And then replace it-

“Thou hast a cow. He gave it to thee. It is thy cow. The cow is thine.”

btw if you are friends with someone and you have the kind of dynamic where you can tease each other you also need to be nice. just so we're all aware. you also have to be nice with your words on top of it. like with your words. use your words. you should tell them with your words when you like something about them. if you are scared of being too sincere or vulnerable that is not an excuse to not be nice to someone. also you should work on that. ok are we all on the same page

would YOU (yes, you, whoever is reading this.) become an Avatar of The Web?

reblog to give the person you reblogged from the strength to complete The Task™

they wanted him dead for his sad brown eyes and his slut waist

I think there should tutors for this kind of stuff or something, because why is it so hard. :(

One day i'll learn how to flirt with woman over text

(I'm lying)

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

Hello fellow Malevolent artists!!

I have made a simple Arthur Lester diagram (as of part 46)!

I tried to stay as close to canon as possible. Feel free to use as a reference sheet!

A few notes about placements/shapes under the cut (no pictures, just rambles).

Some of them I have shuffled around for clarity on the diagram.

I will start sobbing violently no one look at me

Poem by Natalie Wee

why can’t queers just flirt like normal people

My elderly father started talking about how frustrating he finds “the pronouns thing” and I was like. Oh no. He had such a good stand on this, he’s been they/them-ing his cishet siblings for god’s sake! Is he regressing?? And he was talking about how difficult it is to remember, and how onerous it feels to expect strangers to keep track of it, and I’m like oh no oh no.

Then he says, “I mean, the problem isn’t the gender thing. The problem is four words: she, her, he, and him. We got rid of stewardess and turned it into flight attendant. It doesn’t matter if the flight attendant is a man or woman, so we got rid of it. We just need to get rid of those. I don’t need to know.”

“You don’t need to know… people’s gender?”

“No. I don’t care, I don’t need to know, and I don’t want to remember it.”

So we can relax. It’s just a continuation of his crusade to they/them the world. He doesn’t want to remember anyone’s gender. He’s abolishing the genders.

Listen, sometimes a ship is less about wanting them to kiss or have sex or whatever, and more about needing them to be so endlessly intertwined and connected to the point where they might as well be one creature.

I just found the funniest font ever

Like. What is this. Why is this. Who is the target audience of this?

My scrunkly man fanart. Can you tell I love him? Can you tell I’m obsessed? I bet you can’t.

Jhon helps Tim with Christmas shopping 🎅

Johnny Sims Fanart.

I’ve been seeing people drawing @potato-lord-but-not’s guys and I gotta get in on that

Watching movies like this would work out I think because Arthur can’t see and John is a chronic yapper

Last page of my sketchbook!

#a

The bees in my head are a buzzing so I bring yet another WTNV headcanon

So obviously Cecil is very much so not human, and I like to think that he doesn’t technically need to do human things to survive like eat or sleep. I feel like as long as he can do the radio show he can keep on going, if he goes without radio though he starts to not do so great. Adding on to that idea though I think that Carlos absolutely does not know this, and when they moved in together Cecil was too anxious to admit that he doesn’t eat all that often so he just started eating every day because he didn’t want to worry Carlos. And Carlos, being the wonderful boyfriend that he is, starts packing lunches for Cecil to take to work because I feel like Carlos is one of those people who shows affection via food y’know? So all of a sudden Cecil just starts showing up to work with like themed lunches like those people on TikTok make.

Later Cecil discovers that while he doesn’t need to eat food to live he suddenly feels so much better because his body is actually getting nutrients and as it turns out even eldritch radio hosts can benefit from eating their veggies

(Also I think when Carlos was in the Desert Otherworld Cecil went back to rarely eating only this time he was well aware of how horrible he felt because of it because his body had finally gotten used to you know not being incredibly malnourished. Carlos notices how the fridge is completely empty when he gets back and how nothing in the kitchen has moved at all, he doesn’t say anything but he absolutely makes sure that Cecil never goes a single day without at least one home cooked meal ever again)

Animatic incoming???

Rip my eraser.

Actually, yeah.

fuck it, at this point im just gonna buy myself a cupcake anytime my shit parents misgender me

Haha, too bad fuckers. I don’t actually have any followers so I’m going to shove down all your throats. >:)

The horrors in which our world is shaped—the way it fleets and falls, bends only to disrupt— are not so apparent when you grow so accustomed to humanity. Focusing on nothing else but your fellow species—how you guide or succumb to the very rules you aren’t aware you follow. Once everyday begins to feel the same with your mundane chores and work schedule, you begin to believe every single day is the exact same. Without noticing the person who called out to you hasn’t left their home in months.

Without noticing the dying plants beneath your feet that never regrow due to the traction of hundreds of others. Do you notice exactly how many people smile everyday, how many others lead destructive lives? No; how are you meant to? You focus on the exhaustion you feel, the pain you’ve learned to encumber. The learned smile that fades when no one is near, the anxiety you suppress simply to get by. How many others feel the same? How many others will never let in on the giant secret that everyone contains?

The horrors in which our world is built upon don’t lie simply in the humanity of it all. If you are especially empathetic, you may notice how wolves tear apart their prey, or spiders trap theirs. How certain species—what we’ve named—manipulate their food in order to live. Do we draw the line at survival, or is horror how we live our lives? Playing willfully ignorant to ensure our days run better.

The horrors in which our society is built upon—manipulation, deceit, mutilation, dread—go ignored in light of a better life; a world we deem perfect—impossible to en capture. The way we are all so uninspired— feigning happiness in our impossible-to-enrapture world. A house so filled with dread, a twin you feel magnetized to, a city encompassed in hate—they all become normal. A mundane piece of life.

Perhaps that is where our genres originate. A romanticization of our own world, a necessary form of escapism so our lives aren’t as apprehensive. However unenthused our genres become, how cliché and unoriginal our creations turn into, we all live the same lives where an escape is deemed a necessity.

Our authors and artists deemed hopeless in a world dependent on their creations—however dull they may be. A horror-stricken world that feigns self-reliance, one so positive it is built on self-assurance. Allow us our creations, no matter how depraved, allow us our intentions to bring forth the true dreads in our world.

We crave peace in a war-stricken earth and creativity where it is suppressed. We all wish our version of good in this world and we all tear our humanity away from our very souls. Those of us who crave violence and those of us who crave peace are all the same in our creative fields. In our obligations and moralities. We wish for light, we wish for dark; we all wish for our own contradictions.

The way we tear apart, bend, misconstrue and manipulate—how we bring satisfaction and trust to only those of us “deserving”—how we trap, misalign, subdue, willfully ignore… and destroy.

Perhaps that is what creates our horror—in which our world is shaped.

Haha, does anyone want to read a little thing I wrote?

Haha, does anyone want to read a little thing I wrote?