Feb 28, 2015
IF THEY HADN’T TRIED TO RAPE SOMEONE THEY WOULDN’T HAVE SPIKES IN THEIR DICK
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IF THEY HADN’T TRIED TO RAPE SOMEONE THEY WOULDN’T HAVE SPIKES IN THEIR DICK
nosuchthingasfiction
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A very, very rough translation of  “I want to learn ASL because I love languages and I talk with my hands and also words get really heavy in my throat sometimes”.Â
First bit is a rhetorical question ("I want learn ASL why") before it goes into the actual reason ("I love languages" "I talk hands" and "words heavy speaking stuck bad hard. signing easy")
Bear in mind this is from ~a year of classes after six months off. And it's very much Pacific Northwest/Oregon dialect, which is a bit different than others. And I'm just a rather terrible signer as well.
Which is why I'm going to switch to french, even though I can understand signers rather well.
Sorry for being somewhat late with this witchlingfumbles. I got slammed with a cold yesterday, had a very busy day before that, and this is the first chance I had to do it. Hopefully it helps? Or at least gives you a starting point to jump off from.
Inspiring fanfic is in itself good motivation to write.
witchlingfumbles replied to your post:No, but really. That was four bottles of beer. My...
It takes you four bottles of beer to get drunk? Even when I could drink I was tipsy or buzzed after two and almost never drank more than that. o.o
Well, I'm sometimes inclined to see how drunk I can get when I'm on my own, mostly 'cause if I drink with Lollingaboot, he'll start stealing my drinks when he thinks I'm getting too smashed (*disgruntled pout*). Before this medication, it definitely would have taken me a six pack to get to this point.
I probably would have stopped at two (tipsy, where I was last night), but I was lying down, so I felt it less than I would have otherwise.Â
Speaking of, Pitch Perfect, hath thee seen it?
Hi, you don't know me but I saw your post in the #catholic tag and you mentioned you like podcasts and I thought if you don't know about these two wonderful sources, you definitely should. One is DarkerProjects, which has mostly transitioned into BrokenSea and a couple others--they all do full-cast audio shows in podcast form and they're gorgeous. The other is Podiobooks, which is free audiobooks in podcast form.
Thanks, kind internet stranger! I'll definitely check those out!
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witchlingfumbles replied to your post “THE GOOGLE DOCTOR WHO GAME IS THE BEST THING EVER OMFG”
Wait what is the game? Do you just google Doctor Who and see what comes up?
The Google graphic is a game atm and it's awsome
witchlingfumbles replied to your post: The obnoxious thing about...
*hugs if wanted* On the bright side, you have a brilliant insult for future use in those tags.
*hugs* THANKS I do think I will be revisiting "fuckballoon" for future occasions.
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We are all slaves to Imperfection Hiding under the stairs It's a shame it took but one of us To meet its watery stare. Grecian walls and paradise He saw what she had never seen Glowing towers across the sea Watching the moon, the fallen leaves. And silence Was like everything he had ever wanted Wrapped up in a slight mouse girl. And music Was like anything she could possibly want Piled up in a tall tree boy. And time goes by and red sheets learn He sees what he had never seen Tears and fears and distance grow Highways stretch and daylight knows And now all the dreams they've slept beside are wind.