Conlanging: A How-ToAre you the sort of person who looks at Elvish script and realizes with excitement that those gorgeous squiggles actually mean something? When watching Avatar, did you find yourself trying to work out certain Na’vi words? Have you ever wished you could make up your own language, whether as something to share with your friends when you were young, or else a deeper element to flesh out your personal universe? If so, you’re damn weird. But you’re also lucky, because this article for the layman is going to make your linguistic dreams a reality.Conlanging: A How-To2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
We’re going to talk about language. More specifically, we’re going to talk about what happens when we take language apart into its little recognizable pieces, because it’s from these pieces of real, natural languages that we build our constructed languages, or conlangs. Essentially, you’re going to get a crash-cours
MvM: Strict's Classroom!TEEEEEEEEEEEEN HUT!MvM: Strict's Classroom!6 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
It's time for you to get another lesson of destroying these pitiful tin trash cans.
So seat your ass and listen carefully, because I am NOT going to repeat myself!
Every class has its advantages and disadvantages in a fight. But there is 9 classes and just 6 spots in the team! How to make the best choice of your teammates? You are going to learn it here!
Every team should consist of three different roles:
Firepower! It's the first line of defense and privates that are interested in ABSOLUTELY NOTHING but dealing as much damage as possible to the right targets.
Crowd Control classes:
Their job is keepi
laughing, magic manwhen i was little, i laughed with you.laughing, magic man1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
scrunched cheeks, watered eyes
carefree to the worries of the world,
enchanted with your magical mind.
i laughed, because i was happy;
you laughed so i would laugh.
that was your job.
as i got older, i laughed at you,
knowing at last the boundaries
of a flickering screen and the
fame that followed them.
i laughed, because you were funny
and i was still under the spell
you spun over a child's heart:
the only real-life magic is a smile.
you were our magician,
and we're still grateful.
when i grew up, you taught me again,
one last lesson about your magic:
sadness should never be a secret.
tearfully, i wonder
how long you let sadness eat
that precious smile alive,
before it spirited you away.
dear laughing, magic man,
i wish you'd shared your pain.
you gave and smiled so freely,
i never had a chance
There are galaxies in your eyesThere's a universeThere are galaxies in your eyes1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside of you-
it's been there quite a while,
and I only hope
you see the constellations
that scintillate in your smile
and I've heard
there's billions of galaxies
scattered in the sky,
but I swear
at least half of them
are resting in your eyes.
Vile UMVC3 MovesetVile UMVC3 Moveset4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Species: Robot (Maverick)
Game Series: MegaMan X
First Appearance: MegaMan X (1993)
Health: 950,000 HP Points
Power Ranking (Out of 7)
Energy Projection: 7
Fighting Ability: 6
He used to be a Maverick Hunter prior to the first X game and was ranked S-A Class in Sigma's 17th Elite Unit prior to his commander's rebellion against humanity. He appeared in multiple games of the series as a boss character and was playable for the first time in Maverick Hunter X, a remake of the first Mega Man X for the PlayStation Portable.
Vile will teleport himself onto stage, getting into his fighting stance.
#1: Disgusting human race I will destroy you.
#2: You think you can defeat me with a weapon like that?!
#3: I'm going to tear you apart!
#4: I've no time to waste with you
#5: You stand no chance of defeating me
Against Zero: I shall destroy
List of Dragons used in Naruto-Sasuke-LovetriangleIfri:List of Dragons used in Naruto-Sasuke-Lovetriangle1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Facts: first dragon from the reader
loves to tease
protective of the person who summons him
has a temper especially around other dragons
guardian of reader
Facts: third dragon from
Blame Me.It's my fault we met that afternoon.Blame Me.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's my fault that I wasn't looking for anything.
It's my fault that you were good to me then.
It's my fault that you told me that you would love me.
It's my fault that I fell in love with you despite not wanting to.
It's my fault you couldn't commit to me.
It's my fault that despite everything I had been through, I trusted you.
It's my fault I spoke about the rape.
It's my fault that I mentioned the pain.
It's my fault she died just when I had thought I could keep her.
It's my fault that you treat me like someone who needs you.
It's my fault you don't want me.
It's my fault that you never loved me.
It's my fault that all I am is a game.
It's my fault that I am damaged.
It's my fault that I am used goods.
It's my fault that I am unlovable.
It's my fault.
It's my fault.
It's all my fault.
Just Another Love StoryMilly was reading Water Babies. More accurately, she was trying to read it, while simultaneously ignoring her sister's obnoxiously loud rap CD and not stressing about her Psych test. Even more accurately, she was trying not to think about Jasper. It wasn't the best choice of novel for that.Just Another Love Story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She laid the flimsy paperback on her desk and looked at the bookshelf. She could give up on her set work and pick an old favourite. It wasn't as if she were failing Lit. Reluctantly, she picked the book up again. She didn't need anything more to feel guilty about. She was about to start reading when she realised that there was something caught in the back cover.
She slipped her fingers behind the pages and pulled out a sheet of notepaper. Something was written at the top in strong, loopy handwriting. She smiled bitterly. She'd thought it was Jasper's handwriting for moment. There was no escaping him. She absent-mindedly began reading.
I'm sorry. Forgive me, Milly?
MouetteMouetteMouette5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was a town built on the edge of the sea, a Venice that has become an Atlantis. It was called Port-à-la-Mer, and it was a sinking city. The sand underneath one side had been eroding for decades, and the flood that overtook the other side one year had never receded all of the way back with the tides. Port-à-la-Mer was slowly, but gracefully, sliding into the ocean. I remember the floor of Mouette's house being uneven because of this, the year before her family moved out.
I loved Port-à-la-Mer: All the little stucco houses with their open windows and doorways were built on platforms and criss-crossed by boardwalks, bridges, and canals. I envied Mouette for living there. I wanted to stick my feet in the water whenever I liked, watch the sea serpents gracefully undulate below the surface of the clear water, and ride in the little wooden boats that went beyond the town limits and fished for things with silver scales.
When the time came to move out of that
the thing about writingthe thing about writingthe thing about writing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is that it gets lodged beneath your skin
like your favorite dress caught
and tangled in the thorns
and all you can think about is
how it itches, how it hurts
how out of place, yet familiar it is
amongst your skinny bones
and stretched muscles
the thing about writing
is that you get lost in the metaphors
too often and too carelessly
to make much sense of the rest
and everything suddenly becomes a
breathing poetic device
the thing about writing
is that every story gets shifted
to the point where it gets
harder and harder
to tell the difference between
dreams and reality
HOW TO SUMMON CREEPYPASTASCHECK DESCRIPTION!HOW TO SUMMON CREEPYPASTAS2 years ago in Drama More Like This
How to summon him: (This works better at night)
Go into the woods, and carve a circle into a tree and put and X through it. press your face gently against the tree and close your eyes. This may also be done on a blank wall with a thick permanent marker. (Turn out the lights)
Chant: Slenderman, Slenderman, all the children try to run,
Slenderman, Slenderman, to him its part of the fun.
Slenderman, Slenderman, dressed in dark his suit and tie,
Slenderman, Slenderman, you most certainly will die...
Then, turn around.
JEFF THE KILLER-
How to summon him: (Note this must be done in your bedroom)
Wait until midnight. Take a kitchen knife and go up to you bedroom (Make sre everyone in your house is not awake, close the door and make sure there is moonlight shining in your window.
lay down on the bed and cover yourself with the blanket(s). Hold the knife close to you, right above where your heart is. Close your eyes and Chant:
Jeff The Killer
Jeff The Killer
IntetarAlguien dijo sin prisaIntetar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
que los hombres no lloran
yo no se quien lo dijo
pero quiero advertir
que le que siente en su pecho
que las penas afloran
tiene todo el derecho
de llorar y sufrir
El que calla su llanto
callara su alegria
el simetrico opuesto de reir es llorar
como el sol y la luna
es la noche y el dia
cuando mas has sufrido
mas aprendes a amar
Si contara los golpes
que me ha dado la vida
y las puertas que nunca
me quisieron abrir
seria enorme la suma
de la inmensa medida
de castigos y engaños
que aprendi a resistir
Cada "NO" que escuchaba
se crecio en mi memoria
y jamas el orgullo
me dejo claudicar
si al final del camino
encontre la victoria
se lo devo a una cosa
ENTRE PIEDRASSucedió que estando yo en mi vida sin tiempo en mi forma de lobo, mi mundo fue alterado, mis garras cayeron, mi pelaje desapareció, y mis colmillos dejaron pequeños dientes en su lugar.ENTRE PIEDRAS5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
En mi nueva forma de hombre vague por un mundo extraño tratando de olfatear algo conocido. En una ciudad desierta, hecha de piedra y metal, no encontré seres vivos, sino rocas, estatuas en las casas, los parques y escuelas, solo estatuas.
en el pecho de las estatuas había inscripciones; "mírame pero no me observes", "óyeme, no me escuches". Seguí buscando y encontré diferentes mensajes en cada estatua, "no me toques", "no me quieras", "no pienses en mi". Seguí buscando y desempolvando piedras, "no me hagas pensar", encontré en una.
"Ni siquiera lo intentes" decía otra, "NO. No lo hagas, no quiero vivir". Entre mas buscaba mas desesperantes y tristes eran las palabras que encontraba. "No quiero salir", "No quiero ver l
Small-Blade and the Mighty OakA blade of grass stares in aweSmall-Blade and the Mighty Oak5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at a towering oak.
All around him his patch-mates wave their young green sprouts,
greeting the wind in joy;
the gentle breeze swaying them back and forth, and they
laughing like schoolchildren on a swing.
They mingle, knotted and woven,
displaying their patchwork face,
when the sun is high and the wind is still.
as the rains wash over them,
into their neighbors,
And every day this enterprising young sprout
watches the oak in envy.
And one day he works up his mighty courage and asks,
"Isn't it nice to be a big, tall tree?"
At first the oak does not reply;
he is preoccupied
with oaky things, no doubt.
But eventually the small voice
catches his attention,
and he espies there the tiny blade
with long patience
and aged understanding.
And for three days
Every day the young blade looks up at him in glee,
hoping the great, big tree will hear him this day
OblivionIf you think too muchOblivion6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or breathe too hard
Your imperfections will show themselves.
They become immediately visible
And all you feel is
You look for a small thing in your mind
"you are the best that ever was or will be"
but all you hear is
"you're worthless and don't try
to know anything
Those voices make me want to claw at my
To empty my mind of that
Voice that sounds so foreign
But so like my own.
That tone is seared into my mind
And will not dissipate.
Hope for anything flees
And I'm left in a pool of self pity.
I hate self-pity.
I begin to hate myself.
I want all of the mirrors destroyed
I want my mind to go blank
I yearn for unconsciousness
I yearn for oblivion.
Del amor desesperadoDel amor desesperadoDel amor desesperado7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amarte es querer beberme el universo
y en suspenso desangrarte,
desearte con tanto esmero
que temo algún día poder encontrarte.
Amarte es romper los cristales
que atan cada fantasía,
e intentar recuperarte
de entre mis más tristes días.
Eres como fuego en mi
y al mismo tiempo, eres hielo,
pues congelas mi existir;
los momentos son eternos.
Amarte, lo juro, es verso
sin rima ni libertad,
sin decisión, sin tormento;
es poesía, nada más.
Todo es un preámbulo de ti,
de tus miradas, de tus silencios
me envuelves en tu vivir,
me robas los sentimientos.
¿Qué hacer ante el dulce amor,
que fastidia pensamientos,
que nos induce al terror,
a la locura y al sufrimiento?
Sin embargo yo te amo,
bajo la máscara y el telón;
atrás de los juramentos,
escondida en el perdón.
Y te deseo tanto que muero
en cada filosofía
que menciona que la vida
se va sólo entre unos besos
Poland10.04.2010 - The political and finest military leaders of Poland died in an aircrash in west Russia, when going to mourn alongside the russian political leaders, the Katyn massacre ordered by Stalin.Poland5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
We should mourn. And those who say "I'm not polish, i don't need to mourn, i don't care" know that not only you're not polish, you're also not a human beign.
Such tragedy is enough to destroy any country's will. Such tragedy is enough to destroy any human will.
Let us show the dying earth that humans still care for each other. Let us not cry on the streets, but be silent on our hearts.
In times of tragedy, human beigns should put aside any differences and help each other.
And all the help we can give to Poland right now is comfort. Comfort in knowing that they're not alone.
Prisionero_adiosLlora, lloraPrisionero_adios5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mientras se marchita tu esperanza.
La decisión está tomada,
Nada hay que te ayude.
Al infierno en un bote.
Mientras aun tienes voz.
Observa el horizonte
Enmarcado por la arena rosada,
Decorada por el sol mortecino.
Más allá se encuentra tu destino,
Tu fatal destino.
Las anclas se han elevado,
Y en el puerto solo un ave
Se despide de ti;
Adiós anhelos, adiós a tu libertad.
Tu vida pasada, ya no volverá.
Tus marchitas esperanzas se esfumaron.
Agonizando día a día, hasta que
El fin la fecha llego
El día de tu partida, el día del adiós.
La indulgencia a tu condena.
Baja la cabeza ante el juez inmisericorde;
Tal vez, tal vez cambie de opinión.
Tal vez sea benevolente contigo
Y puedas cumplir ti sentencia conmigo.
fear of butterfliesI have discovered that I am invisible.fear of butterflies7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I think about this in the middle of a crowd. It comes into my head, a gray and blue thought, and I hesitate and stretch my forefinger out before me. I wrinkle the skin on the side of my hand and I brace my knuckles, white and red. My bones leap out of their skin and I close my eyes, so the sun is a big silver-white flattened circle on my eyelids, and inside of it, I can see spots of black and orange.
I think about once, in the fifth grade, when I heard my first curse word: shit, uttered from a mouth with fork prongs for teeth. I think about the girls in middle school who called each other whore and then made best-friend necklaces. I think about PE and my best friend, who poked herself in the eye until tears came, and she would sit in the locker room and cry and wouldn't let anyone touch her. I think about boys on the playground chasing girls on the blacktop and I think about the two boys who ran behind the trees in the field and woul