Boring: they're all found
Better: the find the submarine empty
Even better: only one person left
Best: completely new person found alone on submarine
It’s D B Cooper
Boring: they're all found
Better: the find the submarine empty
Even better: only one person left
Best: completely new person found alone on submarine
It’s D B Cooper
Writing a fantasy story where the universal language is something referred to as "common", making it the native language of anywhere (and especially, making it "the human language") is kind of boring and implies imperialistic origins - there's frankly no other way to make almost every character in the setting speak the same language as either their first language or fluent second language than by implying that the native speakers of it invaded land all over the place at some point and forced the locals to learn it, to the point that peoples who never were invaded figured it's easier to just learn it too in order to engage in business with so many other peoples.
I think a more fun alternative would be that "common" formed as some sort of an ultimate pidgin that eventually developed into a more-or-less universal creole. The different peoples that mixed together started using loanwords from each others' languages because their own doesn't have a specific word for that oddly specific thing, and their polyglot kids are already losing tracks which word for "horse" comes from elvish and which one was the original human word for "anvil" or "ship".
While the spreading creole would definitely have local differences, being originally a mashup of dwarvish and gnomish at one end of a continent and a fusion of human tongue and orcish on one end, it would slowly mend together, becoming more standardised over time as the words that are the easiest for each people to pronounce become more common. Eventually the Common Creole becomes so consistent and uniform that almost anyone who speaks one or two of the most common five languages can vaguely pierce together what a conversation spoken in Common is about.
hits the bong and immediately becomes aware of the narrative
hits the bong again and looks directly at the camera knowingly
this is how eve got expelled from Eden
I like how bong can mean both penis and that big vertical disk that makes a lot of noise.
that's dong and gong. bong means neither of those things
This edible (fruit from the tree of knowledge) ain’t doing shit.
I’m naked.
get out of the fucking garden
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watching movies is so much more fun once your ear is trained to recognize the Wilhelm scream and the Dies Irae
If you would like to join the fun and train your ear (aka never be able to be normal during a movie again)
Avoid sci-hub too👀
If you want to read an academic article that's behind a paywall just email the author and ask politely if they will send you the article. Most academics will be thrilled that you want to read their work and will gladly send it to you.
PSA
Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep.
So paradox on paradox
the circumstances tell
of a hound who dwells in heaven
but lives his life in hell [x]
tma’s a horror podcast but sometimes it’s just like: but don’t you ever want to just throw yourself out the window to feel yourself fall? don’t you want to bury yourself in the earth and feel the weight of everything pressing down on you?dont you want to just disappear mysteriously and never speak to anyone again? don’t you want to run fast through the night with sharp teeth, to just lose control? don’t you just want to lose yourself? don’t you want to shed your skin, your name, don’t you want to remake your body into something unrecognizable? don’t you hate the sun? don’t you want to know everything? don’t you want to burn? to know and be known? to be fully consumed by what loves you? and i’m like 🤔