Solluxander Acolyte 09/08/19(Sun)16:36:47
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Misato
Not the fanfic you were expecting for your efforts huh kiddo? Letโs have us a sit-down. I thinkย thereโs been some mistakes. Are you watching?
๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ก ๐๐ฃ๐ฏ๐ข๐ช๐ฌ๐ณ ๐จ๐ข๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ช๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐๐ฏ๐ฑ ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฏ๐๐ฉ. โ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค๐ฐ ๐๐ฏ๐ข ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ฌ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ข๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ข ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ซ๐ก ๐๐ซ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ก๐ก๐ข๐ซ ๐ช๐ข๐ฐ๐ฐ๐๐ค๐ข๐ฐ. ๐๐ฅ๐ข ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ข๐ ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฑ๐๐ฆ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ซ๐๐ฉ ๐ช๐ข๐ช๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฐ ๐๐ซ๐ก ๐ข๐ช๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฐ. ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ก ๐๐ฃ๐ฏ๐ข๐ช๐ฌ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ฏ๐๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐๐ณ๐ข ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฑ๐๐ฆ๐ซ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ข๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ซ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค, ๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐๐ณ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ก ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ข๐ข๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฑ. ๐๐ฅ๐ข ๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฏ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐ฏ๐ข๐ช๐ฌ๐ณโ๐ฐ ๐๐ฏ๐ฑ ๐ช๐๐จ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค๐ฐ ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐๐ซ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฉ, ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ก ๐๐ค๐ข ๐ค๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ญ. ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ก ๐๐ฃ๐ฏ๐ข๐ช๐ฌ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐๐ฐ ๐๐ข๐ข๐ซ ๐ฑ๐ฏ๐๐ณ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ข ๐ข๐ต๐ฑ๐ข๐ซ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ฉ๐ถ ๐๐ซ๐ก ๐ฅ๐๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐๐จ๐ข๐ซ ๐ช๐๐ซ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฌ๐ค๐ฏ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ก๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ซ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐๐ฑ ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฉ๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ข๐ก. ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ถ ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ข๐ก ๐ฅ๐๐ฐ ๐ ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ซ๐๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ซ. โ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐๐ฏ๐ฑ ๐ ๐๐ซ ๐๐ข ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ข๐ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ก ๐๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ค๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฐ.
๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ก ๐๐ฃ๐ฏ๐ข๐ช๐ฌ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ข๐ฐ ๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ฐ ๐๐ซ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ช๐๐ฉ๐ฐ; ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฅ๐๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐๐ก ๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ข. โ๐ข ๐ฅ๐๐ฐ ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ข๐ก ๐ช๐๐ซ๐ถ ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ฐ, ๐ก๐ฌ๐ค๐ฐ, ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฐ, ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐๐ซ๐ก ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ซ ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฐ. ๐๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฅ๐๐ฐ ๐๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ฉ-๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค , ๐ด๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ซ๐๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฑ ๐๐ซ๐ก ๐ก๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐๐ค๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ช ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ฉ-๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค.
>Charizard is even less original just being a fire breathing dragon >Blaziken was the first pokemon that call fall under furbait >Infernape was actually pretty good >Emboar was a meme >Delphox is even more waifushit >Incineroar seemed like it was created by a monkey's paw >Scorbunny is most likely going to become the worst fire starter as the others had good first stages while scorbunny is the trix rabbit
Paul Atreides of Duneย (unfinished) byย pmpkn.art
My Miyamoto senses are rustling........
What every Link tells everyone after running errands for people and then saving the world:
Hereโs another 8th MS team
โ The cave was littered with these sorts of packages with obscure messages, as well as a spray painted diagram that you could deduce explained the benefits of not being a virgin without using rape to get there. The paint smelled wet too. Who would make a receipt for a recipe about fresh steak be about big headed aliens anyway? Wee wooh wee wooh wee wooh weeh wooh wee wooh, pride before a fall, you suspected.ย โ
(Something a Karen CLEARLY doesnโt do??)
โUnfortunately for the wannabe Australian pirate, here her plans of molesting someone whoโd only been trying to adopt swerved and hit an outcropping of rocks. Very large, volcanic old formation stalagmites just jutting out of the ground. Her packages went flying through the air like a Hiayao Miyazaki scene the precious contents sheโd labeled with sellophane tape asย โgarbageโ scattering every which way. She bruised her knees landing, broke her concentration like a pleasant day playing Pokemon Stadium and smoking tobacco and weed, and scraped her palms something fierce, her gloves having mysteriously gone absent the second her bike about faced into a sand dune and landed her like an ostrich looking to avoid something. No one was there, it was just her having wiped out like a beer guzzling putz on the path back from her latest abuse. Maybe, oh If you looked closely youโd find a small piece of drift wood sticking out of the shore nearby. Some hard cable as a trip cord and the small dunes nearby having concealed the other tope tying point. This unseemly parody of a good woman spat dirt out of her mouth and temporarily forgot to use the hickish diction sheโd grown up shielding her warped intentions with. Knees, bruised, hands torn up, face red with immature wrath like a kid on a playground, she kicked at the dirt in frustration only to stub her toes something fierce on the small field of jutting stone structures. Whatever had been in her box of fuck-me-do goodies had disappeared with her gloves, and her self worth. The bike lay face up and rear wheel out in the sand, spinning itโs axle like sheโd often done to distract herself from the traumaโs sheโd seen and inflicted. She dusted herself off, and pulled the stupid contraption up with a heave ho, quite like a maritime sailor would before grasping a thick cord of rope, and looked around. The box of kittens sheโd stolen was jack fuck absolutely not here, it made no sense, sheโd pilfered them and was off to do lord knows what and then a pedestrian auto accident from some boyscout had sent her into an immediate relationship with the terra firma, lips first and everything. Gotta say, not my fetish. As she empty heatedly raged at her situation like gaming had rewarded her for, a figure over the hills looked through binoculars at this clownish sexually disturbed weakingling with a big mouth and fast fingers. The girl couldnโt see the spyโs very lunar grin, but then anyone who was the target of that could always feel it. She just assumed it was her latest round of insomnia sending shivers up her body that she usually got off to when going on autopilot. Seem familiar, thatโs because this is a desert of deja vu. And the pair of characters here in displayed were rehashing an old feud. The giant robot nearby having a psychological victory over self abuse was a new addition, but thatย wasn't their concern. Not yet anyway, not for now anyhow, not for love or money but Iโm talking sass honey bunny. So mate, how does this impromptu and very familiar dreamscape meet you without your World of Warcraft Edgelass gear adorning your spoiled bitch form? With the wind picking up, Iโd say as an impartial narrator that youโd be getting a little drafty. To the audience, try to ration how much you drink, this is going to rub you the wrong way even as you laugh out loud at it.ย โ
โAn annoying buzzing met her ears and comically grit teeth, signaling that someone had been writing about her. Someone was always writing about her, it was the side effect of throwing away a precious treasure years ago for the false promise of an eternal empty high. Stomping the ground like a Rocky and Bulwinkle villain, she proceeded to work the abused bike over towards some palm fronds and collect herself before figuring out just what the fuck sheโd stumbled into.โ
โThe watcher from the dunes tracked this comedic routine with crosshairs, but sadly the gun was unloaded. Well, sadly for anyone without the hunters reflexes. So really more like lazily, very lazily as if theyโd just sort of had other things to do that morning and set this tripwire on lark. Very capricious of them to do that, and they thought so too. If they had something to say about this, theyโd tell the author of this observation piece to get on with it. So the mini collaborative narrative structure moved forward at a creaky pace, The air was calm with fresh breezes ruffling the hunters hair beneath their cowl. Oh what a day, what a day. At least the small animals in the box had been once again spared by the skin of the teeth of concerned parties, though they were definitely feeling the pressure after having popped back into existence from some unnaturally saccharine sweet story board that had been prepared for them. Maybe brushing their hair and quick shower wpould ย align their perspective so usually caught up with cheap limeaid scented background traffic noise. The watcher, being a huntress of no ordinary mind, noted this turn in the pseudo fictional play going on and adjusted the combat knives on their bandoleer accordingly. Might need to make a snap throw if the frustrated feminine brigand now sitting on the bike under a palm tree got up to no good. So basically, if they did anything in the present - past tense or used exclamations of less the three to four words to describe their thoughts.โ
โSomewhere, the self made devil breathed a sigh of relief, sat down, ย pulled out a printout of her object of affection, and thought inscrutable thoughts of how to reconcile with someone she didnโt know how to approach.โ
โThe huntress fingered a bullet and flipped it like a coin for good luck. Kids and their romances always made for an uncertain situation. That however, was due to the chemical imbalance of the frustrated thief. Also somewhere, a red haired bloke tried to rush out to get her, but accidentally ran face first into a small shallow pond after tripping over a freak lightning bolt. Aglets, how do they work?โ
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Iโm sorry were you saying something about the mouse connected to my keyboard you greentexing little untemensch? My sincerest condolences that your fixation with Chinese kung fu has lead you to abandon causative reasoning in favor of your immediate need to jump up and down on someone like bugs bunny with Elmer Fuddโs shoes on. Things come in packages, you just need to put on your grasses and dearu with it without twitching like a metheโd out bitch cunt fuck who couldnโt keep her girlfriend happy if she was given a road map of every sexual position and a color by numbers page to plot it out. Your fox ears are very cute! I used to have fox ears too, but they were taken from me by assholes with more braincells allocated to reflex than dextrous intent. So guess what, shut it. As it, that screeching noise you make whenever someone wanders through your checklist of triggers. Like and arrow bolting down from the sky at a hard right angle, your caterwauling is going to piss right off along with your blood pressure as you make a comically Sailor Moon esque hand expression you lifted off of someone elseโs story. Wow, that sure was a strange occurrence, good thing you dodged just in time Tex Avery style. Everybody get the message? Good, then we wonโt be having anymore dominatrixy emotive blowups at things that donโt matter. Point of fact, if you did spy sports taped adorning the object of your drunk rancor, youโd probably be bowled over by how stupid youโd be to demand they always keep some handy. I guess you canโt be bothered not whine about something. I relate, Having lost someone in the Great Divisive Moment long ago.ย Really you have got to make an effort to make everything be more than okay, what the fuck do you think I saying ย get on that Pretty Ponied up Warhorse and god damnit go happily frolic this evening. It doesnโt require a check list and a diagram to get this right, you just need to focus your passions instead of following where other people keep causing them to swerve out into the scrub grass. The. Scrub. Grass. Got it?
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>No comment,ย hang white suburbanites.
An article in the Atlantic by John McWhorter on courts misunderstanding African American English. Excerpt:ย
In 2007, a Sixth Circuit Court of Appeals dissent claimed that when a black woman said, in terror, โHe finna shoot me,โ she may have been referring to something in the past, when in fact โfinnaโ refers to the immediate future. โWhy donโt you just give me a lawyer, dog?โ Warren Demesme asked the police when accused of sexual assault in 2017. The statements one makes to law enforcement after requesting a lawyer are inadmissibleโbut Demesmeโs rights were ignored because, it was argued, heโd requested a โlawyer dog,โ not an actual attorney. [โฆ]
People who will spend their careers transcribing phrases such as โHe come tell โbout Iโm gonna take the TVโโor even โDat table, dey close?โโought to learn the basics of how Black English works. They would need mastery of only about 25 grammatical traits, which are universal in Black English nationwide, despite local differences. For example, be, when used in a sentence such as She be there on Sunday, refers to something regular and habitual, as in โevery Sunday,โ and is not simply a randomly unconjugated be. Another example: We had went to the store then I got a text conveys that the person was still in the store when the text came, not that it came after he left.
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Previously: John Rickford on dialect discrimination in the courtroom.ย
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