#grammer help

[arson-09]

tonights acotar thoughts are with the Illyrian women and how rhysand has utterly failed them despite his supposed efforts

Hes ‘allowed’ them to become warriors if they wish. But thats not even the bare minimum. from my memory he acknowledges that he doesnt enforce the wing clipping laws (smooth move) so that’s basically useless and as to be expected of a man, he misses the point of feminism and equality laws. WHERE are the laws and protections for women in marriages?? if the illyrian are so ‘brutal’ and ‘backwards’ the assumption can be made that divorce isn’t a thing unless the man requests it. No women requested divorces and probably no such thing as no fault divorces. As well as forced marriages (which also brings up the consent age) Adding on, what about abortions and other pre natal and natal laws and protections? again, assuming women arent allowed to have abortions or simply any bodily autonomy, where are those decrees rhysand? Im not even getting into the potential of LGBTQ+ illyrians and their rights (Logically there are LGBTQ+ illyrians but ofc sjm wouldn’t mention them)

He makes such a fuss about it being a womans choice (a hypocrite as we see in acosf) yet unless a woman is able too or wants to fight he doesnt seem to care. Which is also a major flaw of sjms writing, women only gain their independence if they can kick ass and fuck as they want. Which is of course valid but thats a very shallow way to view feminism and equality. The whole point is that a woman can choose, wether its to be a warrior or a stay at home mother, but theres nothing done for those women who want that lifestyle.

This has influenced me in my fic writing a lot to where a this topic has become a major focal point in my fic somewhat by accident. I think that logically there would be a rebellion from mostly illyrian women against rhysand, hes promised them so much yet has delivered so little.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #anti rhysand #anti night court #anti inner circle #im not anti feyre but im disappointed in her character #sjm #sjm critical #an acotar thought exercise if you will #In my fic i have it planned that a prominent female illyrian revolts against rhysand lol #She along with her mates (yes mates) leads a large group of illyrian men women and lgbtq+ out to the spring court with tams help #Shes such a fun character to develop along with her mates and if i can work with my adhd i will hopefully be able to write about them in my #fic i ran out of characters fuck you tumblr let me yap #its late so forgive me for any grammer errors or mistagging #rhysand #this is also a genuine criticism guys i know how yall rhysie fans like to tussel

[tmgstudios]

[long post, sorry, theres a tldr at the end but i really recommend reading the full thing if you can]

i really wish there was more like. narcolepsy awareness stuff in the world. that teaches people the actual symptoms and not just the stereotype. the amount of people i have talked to both online and in person about my experiences with narcolepsy who have been shocked at how much they related to my experiences is staggering. 

narcolepsy is so under-diagnosed and also very often misdiagnosed as something else because so many people, even within the medical field, don’t know the actual symptoms of narcolepsy (i am not pulling this out of my ass, my sleep specialist has told me this several times. its a real issue that sleep specialists continue to battle to this day). up until relatively recently, the past 5-10 years or so, narcolepsy and other similar sleep disorders weren’t even considered real by a lot of the medical field!!

narcolepsy is not “falls asleep at random” disorder. narcolepsy is a disorder of sleep cycles, causing the brain to enter rem sleep much quicker and more frequently then it should. 

this causes things like excessive daytime tiredness/chronic fatigue, extremely vivid dreams, sleep paralysis, hallucinations while waking up/falling asleep, and in the case of those with narcolepsy type-1, cataplexy (aka, while feeling intense emotions the brain will enter rem sleep while awake, causing muscles to lock up. this is where the “falls asleep at random” stereotype comes from, but the person experiencing it is not actually asleep, just unable to move their muscles. i can’t really speak more on this specific part of narcolepsy, since i have type-2, aka narcolepsy without cataplexy, this is just the basics i was told by my sleep doctors. EDIT: someone who experiences cataplexy has added their experiences in a reblog, if youd like to learn more please go take a look!!) [note: these are not the only symptoms of narcolepsy. not all people with narcolepsy will experience all of these symptoms, and everyone will experience them at different frequencies. for example, i only get sleep paralysis once every month or so, and my hallucinations tend to be limited to auditory] according to my sleep doctor, narcolepsy also has links to both adhd and chronic strep throat as a child (i have no idea how that last one works. but. thats what my doctor said and hey. she was right. i had chronic strep throat as a child and look at me now.) EDIT because i forgot to add: narcolepsy can not only co-exist with insomnia, but cause insomnia as well! excessive daytime tiredness --> more naps during the day --> harder time falling asleep at night

so yeah. i guess this is me doing awareness. if you relate to any of these symptoms, please talk to a sleep specialist if you’re able to. it might not be narcolepsy, but chances are it’s something, since none of these things are normal (to repeat, excessive daytime tiredness is not normal. that means there is something wrong). theres nothing wrong with asking a sleep specialist about narcolepsy and getting tested for it, even if you come back negative. 

my dms and askbox are open anytime for any kind of questions about narcolepsy, the diagnostic process, treatments, etc. while i am not a doctor, i have learned a lot through my own experiences, talking with my sleep specialist, and also my own research, since i’m currently studying to hopefully make narcolepsy research my career! whether you are questioning having narcolepsy or not, you are not bothering me with questions, i promise, you asking will probably make my day

TLDR; narcolepsy is a very misunderstood and underdiagnosed sleep disorder, and i highly recommend everyone learn about what it actually is and what the symptoms actually are, and if you relate to any of them, talk to a sleep specialist

[other narcoleptics feel free to add on to this post with your own experiences(and also to message me i always want to talk to other narcoleptics ASJDKHJ), and non-narcoleptics please please feel free to reblog! i really want to start spreading awareness for this disorder, since again, severally under/misdiagnosed and most of the world is still under the impression that the narcolepsy stereotype is true]

#GIRL HELP I KEEP FINDING TYPOS/GRAMMER ERRORS AFTER IT ALREADY HAS SO MANY REBLOGS #narcolepsy #narcoleptic #sleep disorder #chronic fatigue #disabilty awareness #narcolepsy awareness #disability #disabled #please reblog. i really dont want this to flop lol i am So Passionate about this stuff

[theres-an-endless-starry-sky]

fuck grammar help

which is correct????

"He didn't doubt that X wasn't strong enough to carry him" "He didn't doubt that X was strong enough to carry him" I want "he" to NOT DOUBT X, he thinks X is strong enough

#gramma #help #grammer #grammar

[viceversasramy]

Hey! That character you drew for @nia1sworld? Akira Ayden? The murderous Yandere Vampire? He's so perfect and his smile is creepily amazing!! The way you drew him is fantastic!! @nia1sworld is so happy!!!

I wonder if you can make more creepy smiles of him

https://nia1sworld.tumblr.com/tagged/akira%20ayden

Of course I drew her for my lovely mutual @nia1sworld she made Akira well I know you know already lol but, giving credits is yeah fair :D

here's another fanart of Akira, anon and also to you my dearest friend @nia1sworld

fun fact: the link you send me is my art of Akira since 2023!

#my grammer help lol #give nia all the love #Akira Ayden #fanart #oc from a dearest mutual

[summersmithlatinxgyatt]

Again...could they have found a more perfect person to practically BE Summer? Where does the voice actor and the character start/end?

#rick and morty #summer smith #respect spencer grammer broh #spencer grammer #i always wonder if she helps write her too #she adds so much

[sonicagnt]

ATTENTION FELLOW PEARLINA FANS I NEED YOUR HELP

EDITS: SB FOUND THE ARTIST LOOK IN THEE COMMENTS

alright yall basically its a tumblr comic series im looking for, well now the comic series it has unfortunately been deleted but I tryna find the admin page cuz my dumbass forgot to follow it(look my brain works where it knows i need to do something but I never it) but point is i need ye help. I’ll give u the little i remember about it so yk which comic i was talking about and who im looking for:

im pretty sure the comic itself was like gay-sapphiclopods

the main characters nixie and they i were the daughter of pearl and marina (best parents btw)

the other ships were marie and agent 4 (who was buff as shit in this comic). they also had a kid.

Agent 28 was another ship, also the characters had names and 8’s was april if tht helps. 8 was also pregnant

lastly it was callie and deadfish. they were in the last part of the comic before it deletion.

other things agent 4 got with callie before getting with marie.

agent 3 and agent 4 were half siblings

the mc/ oc nixie made like 3 friends and was mute

nixie was hinted at having feelings for and octoling girl

theres was a plot line with other agents having gone missing

callie is captain now

thts all i can think but pls help a fellow pearlina fan in need😩🙏🏾

#pearl x marina #pearlina #pearl houzuki #marina ida #help me pls #jesus my grammer was terrible

[mongeesemeese]

Google, what are you doing, sweetheart?

#auto-correct #google #internet #grammer #spell check #screaming crying throwing up #send help

[dommarhooober]

Okay general question

Which usage of they is grammatically incorrect, if any?

I've been taught since the third grade that they/them is one of those genderless pronouns such that you can use them if the gender of the subject(s) are unknown. Do you agree?

#Grammer #Ask #Pronouns #They/them #Help

[fizz-wizz-dizz]

Hehe

Cups

#cuphead oc #my art #cddwtd #finally gettin better at drawing cup n mugs #HOW DID I SPELL BIRTHDAY WRONG #my grammer is not okay help

[mushroombossa]

Wondering how many seasons the Frasier revival will last, considering it takes a very good ensemble cast to make any premise around a character like Frasier Crane work

#the classical saying of ''nobody watches frasier for frasier crane'' #and also doesn't help that kelsey grammer is pretty terrible (which hurts as he's legit talented as a performer but well) #thankfully the rest of the cast is much better which saves the og show for me #but none of them are involved aside from a cameo of roz and lilith from what i heard so why bother

[haleyrose19]

Can I have you honest opinion of a script I am writing

The Heart Of A Middle Schooler

Actress: Narrator/Future Middle Schooler Actor: Middle Schooler & Counselor * On The Bus *

Narrator: There I am, Middle School me. So fragile, you may as well stick a “Fragile” sticker on me. Everyone used to tell me how sweet and caring I was to EVERYONE around me. Yet, the funny thing is, no one ever returned that feeling EXCEPT my family, well… kinda. They had good intentions but they weren't the best at showing it. I find it fascinating how I could have been around so many people at one time, yet still feel so alone.

Possible Intro *

Actress: Hi, Im _ and I play the future Middle Schooler

Actor: And I'm __ and I play the Middle Schooler and the counselor

Actress: The Heart Of A Middle Schooler

Actor: By Haley Marstein and Travis Strecker.

Narrator: I wasn't the “Coolest “ Person in school, quite the opposite really. I wasn't an outcast. To be an outcast, people would have to know you exist. I didn't stand out among the crowd and didn't talk much until I was with my friends. My friends couldn't quiet me down no matter how hard they tried. Looking back on it, I realize how hard they really tried…

*Actor Stomps foot on the ground *

Narrator: People started making fun of me because I had put on a few pounds. After a while of bullying from others I started wearing a coat or a heavy sweatshirt everyday to school. I did this because I realized if I wore a coat or a baggy sweatshirt that it would hide my size. People started making fun of me because I wore a coat to school everyday, but I just shrugged it off as nothing because “at least I'm not being bullied about my weight.” I had to take the lesser of two evils in this scenario. The bullying had gotten so bad that I would go home and cry about it every night. No matter how I acted nothing would change, I finally reached out to the counselor in desperation.

Middle Schooler: I have been getting bullied quite a lot the past few months. And whenever I go home, those thoughts just sit on my shoulders. No matter how hard I try I can't seem to escape this loop. I am sinking further and deeper into something dark and terrifying.

Narrator: As I was sitting in the Counselor's Office I felt my body tense up, I felt my heart beat accelerate at a concerning rate. “What was this feeling? Was it normal? Was my heart rate supposed to be this fast, No… This isn't normal.” I needed someone to pull me out of my spiral, I was sinking at an exponential rate. And all I heard was:

Counselor: What could YOU have done to possibly provoke them to do such a thing?

Narrator: What could I have done to provoke THEM to HARASS ME! Somehow I didn't scream, I calmly replied;

Middle Schooler: I… I don't know…

Narrator: As tears are streaming down my face, the counselor who apparently can't pick up on social cues says this;

Counselor: Well, Maybe you should have thought about that before you came in here… Now that THIS is cleared up. Is there something else you needed from me?

Narrator: I reply with tears draining from my eyes, so much that I couldn't even reply properly;

Middle Schooler: N-No…

Narrator: I got up and left. Give her the “counselor of the year” award. Anyway, after feeling like an unwanted doll, who just got thrown in the trash compactor. She kicked me out of her office with tears pouring down my face. I had to walk down the hallway looking like I just finished smoking the devils lettuce. That's when a few kids got sent to the hallway, kids I knew, and all they did was stare at me as I did what I liked to call “the walk of shame.” I know what you're thinking, yes, this “Walk of Shame” happened so regularly that I named it. Despite having my trust in an adult shatter, I kept going back to her. I know, I wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed. To add salt to the wound, everytime I told her anything she would immediately call my parents after I kept telling her;

Middle Schooler: The only way I am gonna talk to you is if you PROMISE not to tell ANYONE ANYTHING you hear today.

Narrator: and she would always say;

Counselor: I promise I won't tell anyone anything unless it deeply concerns me.

Narrator: Which of course I would always believe her because, I mean she's an adult, they wouldn't lie to me? Right? But then she would call my parents and I would go back to the walk of shame. After school I would go home and get “talked” to about how these feelings aren't normal and that I shouldn't have these problems because I'm quote on quote “too young.” After being “talked to '', I would go to my room and panic, because if these feelings aren't good and normal, was I crazy? Turns out, I wasn't crazy! These feelings are normal, but at the time how was I supposed to know that? After a few hours of thinking I was clinically insane and worrying about how and when my parents are going to ship me to a mental hospital, I would break and begin sobbing even harder than I thought was humanly possible. That's when I started to write, write so many letters about so many different topics, They would read:

Middle Schooler: Dear Mother and Father, I am sorry, but I apparently have not been succeeding at the task at hand. I have decided for you that I will no longer cause you such melancholy. I understand that these feelings that I feel wont and never will be normal. I am sorry for not knowing how to harness my despair. With deepest remorse, Travis.

Narrator: I did write like that, I swear.

Future middle schooler: Meanwhile Travis Was Going Through All Of That…

Narrator 2: That is me. I look so frail. My life has not been… easy. I used to come home from school and bury myself in my homework hoping my efforts would one day impress my parents enough for them to look at me the same way the day they would look at my sister.

Future Middle school: Mom? Dad? Look, I got a B- on my spelling test. Aren’t you proud?

Narrator 2: They were never proud. Never. I would never impress them at parent teacher conferences. They would get disappointed by my B average grades but they would ask my sister's teachers and ask them ‘Is she going to be a doctor?’

Future Middle school: I can be doctor

Narrator 2: I confess my sins to you in hopes you would understand but I feel you don’t entirely understand. I would cry myself to sleep after trying to make my parents proud, bearing the weight of being there and being let down, their mistake. I would try so hard to make them proud I ended up teaching myself how to cook so that they would not have to work and deal with my siblings when they finished their hard day of work. However it was never good enough even after I would burn myself by accident to make them meals and yet they were never proud.

Future Middle schooler: Aren’t you proud?

Narrator 2: On top of it all I would go to school afraid that if I step wrong or breathe funny my friends would leave. No matter what I would do I would fear they would leave and eventually they did. Then I was alone. I wish I could take back whatever it was that made them leave but it didn’t matter they weren’t coming back. I disappointed them too. I still cry knowing they never wanted me ever. I was just a MISTAKE.

Future Middle Schooler: Aren’t you proud?

Narrator 2: I know now my feelings were not normal and they would never be proud only ever disappointed in me. I am a failure. A mistake.

#creative writing #help #Dramatic duo #speech and debate #grammer #idea?

[abasketofnothing]

is cos’ mask actually made to be smaller ? i know that he keeps the strings on the back tied Weirdly tight but idk if he actually requested his mask to be smaller

From what I understand each of the mask were made custom to each of the musicians including fit and of course there different leather bits.

It might be bc his head is naturally smaller than the rest of the ghouls but that thing is flush to his skin (you can really tell at the jawline and mouth) and on top of that he's always readjusting that thing.

As you can see the other ghouls mask extend well pass their jawlines and seem to have more space at the noise.

DISCLAIMER: IM DUMB. So take everything with a grain of salt and correct me if i get anything wrong

#hope this helps #apologies for grammer as well #ask #the band ghost

[adraughtofamortentia]

kind of a continuation of my other post abt duo but also happy 100 days of progress to me 🧡💛💚

#rambles #i started in January and it kinda turned into like a resolution #catch me trying to write a sentence for an instagram post tho lmaooo #this is the problem with duo i dont get like proper grammer lesseson so i want to conjugate a verb #and idk how to decide in the ending #i went with 한국어 배운 것을 좋아해요 #but i was really stuck on 배우다 like do i do 배우를 배운 배우기 like what do i make it lmao #google was some but little help #g translate translates them all as the same

[villageidiotwitch]

Grammerly/word/etc: *makes any suggestion that isn't strictly spelling related*

Me:

#like yes i need help with spelling but every other suggestion is soooo bad #like yeah sure ok the grammer might be more concise or whatever your way but WHAT ABT THE VIBES #and then sometimes its just straight up wrong

[deadlittledogs]

Diary 6/2/2022

For the next 59 days (though I’ve already been here one full week), I’ve moved away from my family’s house. The whole situation has been muddy, my brother back at home in what was originally my room while I reside in the basement that was formerly his, 33 minutes away from my family who lives on the other side of town. To come here has released a great burden from my family, especially my little brother who I have always loved dearly, so I am happy to help them in any way that I can. The neighborhood is the one that I grew up in and the weather is always nice in this part of Portland. The basement space I now reside in has a living room; a bedroom divided by a heavy, moving, wall; there is a small kitchen that perpetually leaks from the cabinets and a bathroom with a shower drain that reeks of hot, spoiled soup. Other than that it is comfortable enough. I cook and I clean and I sleep with no problem. I can hear the family upstairs, playing music, sharing meals, bickering and laughing. The worst is when one of the sisters, I’m uncertain of which one, plays a bongo drum. The pressure on the drum is never quite right and it’s always played just a little too long.

When I am not going to school or running errands, I feel myself becoming quite lonely. Living with my family in a house so filled with energy and dysfunction to the point where I often became annoyed has created a stark contrast to my current situation. Suddenly, it was as if I had sunk down below, hearing the pleasantries of a boisterous family I cannot join just above the floorboards. As I stand in my basement, my new home, perpetually cold, I ponder how to fill my day. It becomes apparent that I am alone. I move in a stagnate motion from one location to the next, never able to savor the moments with another human being. There is no one to share my meals with or to watch a good movie with. I’ve taken to mumbling to myself, if not only to fill the silence but to remember to use my throat. If I didn’t, I’m certain I’d go through the whole day without opening my mouth even once; speaking only in the hollow of my mind where I ruminate about a world where I am suddenly and wonderfully surrounded by loved ones to have fun with. 

It feels embarrassing being the way that I am. I’m 23 and I’ve failed to hit the typical mile stones for women my age. I have no strong desire for casual sex, drinking or parties. I have no friends, never a lover, and my hobbies are always half-assed and fleeting. I can’t understand why I can’t make connections with others and it’s a problem that I bear with great shame. The people around me gradually become more inhuman as time goes on, figments of my mind that would vanish if I touched them; faceless animals that never quite see or understand me, who through every letter of their words I can make out the shape of a magnificent beast stalking me through long prairie grass. There is a belief that it is wrong to assume the worst in people and that a distrustful personality will get you nowhere; but I am a bad person. What I am afraid of, where my fear pools and dwells the most, is the looming inevitable path that leads to where this is discovered. 

But I try, I have always tried, through shit and putrid vomit I have smiled and treated others with respect. Perhaps there was a time where this was harder for me, but now it comes with practiced ease. I shake hands with mannequin dolls and walk shadows across the street, I wave at passing cars and my head often nods politely. It does not change anything but for me it feels good. For a while I can forget the sickness that I am and feel the sun in golden streaks bake across the cold of my skin, warming me and treating me gently. 

Such a shame it is to live in such a bustling city and be completely, utterly alone. I always dreamed that I’d have better luck on the countryside but I know it wouldn’t be true. There is no magic moment where you are suddenly seen, where a hand might outreach to grab you softly and with intrigue. To feel special and deserving is a human attribute, a selfish one inherent from our birth and it is always the thought that yes, perhaps you truly don’t matter, that taste sour and bitter against our tongues. But I am a faceless animal too and it is cold and harrowing in the pit of this basement. The sunlight never seems to filter through and time loses it’s significance. After I eat and clean up, I sleep and I dream of familiar faces. When I wake up, swimming in pitch black, hearing song birds from the open window by the old humming refrigerator, I know that I am alone. Disgracefully and shamefully alone.

#tfw you have no one to eat ur chicken with >:( #IM JUST SO BORED HELP MEEE #when speaking to the owner who is super sweet she was like #"im going out of a town in a couple weeks!! throw a party #invite all your friends over!! #be as loud as you want and have fun!! #I was like... YES.......FRIENDS......I'LL HAVE MY FRIENDS OVER....ABSOLUTELY THANK YOU SO MUCH #cringe incel moment #idk sorry about this long thing but I have buckets of alone time now and I'm trying to fill it with stuff #perhaps I'll do the occasional diary entry to practice writing and fill the void with something for a little bit lmao #also i know literally no one is going to read all this BUT PLS IGNORE MY GRAMMER IM LAZY

[kurooandkenmasslut]

Inosuke 😭😭😭

Micheal Jackson wave

NOOO COS I BELIEVE THAT IF INOSUKE GOT TWITTER HE'D BE LIKE

"RSGGHSJSHASHJAJASKSJJSAHHHASHJASJJASJHSJASDJJASHDJJSDJSKEDJSHJKHJEAHDJHDJERGFILUFHREUKRDKUHD"

#— kurooandkenmasslut ‹ #nat & marie ! #BUT HES OUT HERE #CORRECTING GRAMMER? #he probably has grammerly #“GRAMMERLY CAN HELP.”