Yoh!

a 5’7” white boy has been reported doing wall pushups outside a 7/11

now something bad is happening

jesus christ

he falled down

This might be unpopular but I’m not going to use simpler vocabulary in my writing if it’s out of character for the narrator. If my POV character is a botanist, he’s going to call a plant by its name. If you don’t know what it is you can either Google it or move on just knowing it’s a plant of some sort.

I don’t like this trend of readers being angry that not everything is 100% understandable for them. I want my characters to be believable as people and sometimes people use words people outside of their field will not understand. That’s not a bad thing.

You don’t have to understand every word to get the gist of what’s happening. I’m not going to slow down an action scene to describe every weapon because someone might not know them by name. They can just assume it’s a weapon because that makes sense in the context of the scene.

I just had a debate with myself over using the word mezzanine, wondering if I should describe it instead. Ultimately I decided the character would call it a mezzanine, and therefore readers could look up a new word if they didn't know.

It's how I learned words like myriad as a seven year old reading Lord of the Rings for the first time, why would I steal that experiance from someone else by simplifying language?

I don't know about y'all, but books are how i know my vocabulary in the first place

my favorite thing relevant to this is when a dumb character uses regional or obscure words completely casually, but i have to look them up. To me it's a big weird word, but to the silly town drunk in a story what else are you supposed to call that thing??

anyway, read outside your culture as well, even if it's just the state/city/country next door that you've never been to. you will expand your vocabulary substantially.

and like ... having different characters speak differently is good. It means they have unique voices. Characters with different backgrounds and life experiences will speak and behave differently - if they don't, you're not doing a good job as a writer.

And yes, you should work to make your writing accessible, but that doesn't mean making it too simple.

Also, how on earth do you want to understand new vocabulary if you dont expose yourself to said vocabulary being used?

this “bon appetit” meme has turned into some sort of bizarre telephone game where each incarnation sounds more and more different than the original. in what way does “bon appetit” sound like “osteoporosis”

i don’t know but it’s cracking me up every time i even think about it

bon appetit -> bone apple teeth -> bone ??? ??? -> osteoporosis

this has layers, man

Remember them? This is them now. Feel old yet?

it’s so evil when you KNOW a character is bisexual but the writers don’t. cmon guys get it together

Yep, back on tumblr alright.

The only vegetable I cannot defend is cauliflower

Mashed potato and cauliflower will sway you.

My perception of politics shifted drastically after the last elections in my country were contested between a borderline schizofrenic egomaniac and an actual murderer. As in, it gets hard to judge people for who they vote, both in favor or against.

happy (belated) thanksgiving

I have a fantasy novel in my brain inspired by a dream I had when I was in college, and I want to write about it someday.

The story takes place on a world that is a flat, infinite plane. Every morning the miniature sun of this world rises vertically out of the caldera of a volcano. Its light and heat allows a circle of the plane to be warmed, and it falls and sets in the same volcano every night.

Immediately surrounding the volcano is a world of blasted and blackened stone. Beyond that is a Goldilocks zone of temperate climate, where most of the populace of this world lives. And at the very edge of civilization is a ring of snow and freezing winds, where the very last of the sun's light and heat feebly tries to warm the world.

Beyond that ring - beyond the spotlight of life illuminated by the miniature sun - is a world of darkness and ice. No light, no life, no heat. Explorers say every day that there must be worlds beyond the one lit by their own sun, and venture into the shadow and frost to find them.

They never return.

And then one day in the village of Longshadow - a village at the furthest edge of the sun's light, where shadows only ever stretch in one direction - someone returns from the darkness. They say they found something in the ice.

They say they found a sun in chains.

I wish the woolly chafer beetle was as big as a rabbit and I could have one as a pet

Cascarudo peludo.