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alyahkim · 2 years

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.｡.:*♡ WALLPAPER ♡*:.｡.

𝓢𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓔𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻

#wallpaper #semantic error

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waivyjellyfish · 11 months

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✨Alice Alice Alice. Alice in Wonderland.✨

I love Alice in Wonderland. And now... I love Es. Soo..

Here we are. "White Rabbit" Es.🐇

They're more "Gray" than "White" but... anyway.

Thanks to intenet for cool wallpapers.

No background version

And some scribbles

When you want to digitize and paint your art but don't want to draw it again from the begining.

Actually I think it looks cool. not counting the probable semantic translation errors

And upd, I clearly forgot about that.

#milgram #milgram es #jackalope milgram #es milgram #How fast Es will get used to the rules of the Wonderland?#shadows? is it edible?#maybe next time I draw them too #I like to draw something that have more than three colors but my brain is overheating when I do that without colour reference.

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blorbingqls · 7 months

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Introduction

name: jace/jacynth/entity pronouns: they/them (any neo pronouns also welcome) identity: neuroqueer genderfluid - desi

talk about: queer media (especially BLs, GLs and others) and its aspects - mostly watch thai (very selective with korean, japanese and taiwanese) featured tags: #jace reacts and reblogs , #jace's stray thoughts into the tumblr void (nothing else as of now)

follows and likes from: @where-are-not-honeydews

shows i have not yet gotten over(?!): kinnporsche, only friends, between us, 180 degree longitude passes through us, never let me go, the eclipse, dark blue kiss, enchante, kieta hatsukoi, cherry magic, semantic error, to my star, moonlight chicken

posts/metas written so far: we accept the love we think we deserve (only friends), thai bls and challenging filial piety, thoughts on control (only friends), thoughts on repetition (between us) , win appreciation (between us), addition to "who is mew anyways?", sand being the sassiest character, gmmtv 2024 pt 1 stray thoughts (and more to write) people from BL that makes me want them carmally blorbos from BL that will make me protect them at EVERY FUCKING COST karan and achi beyond the mask (cherry magic th)

wallpapers made: the eclipse the series only friends the series kpts, buts and ofts

any else you want to know, just message me! okay, bye!!!!!

#jace reacts and reblogs #jace's late introduction to metaverse #jace's stray thoughts into the tumblr void #thai bls #only friends the series #kinnporsche #between us #kieta hatsukoi #asian dramas #the eclipse

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maxfaiden · 11 months

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get to know a simmer

I was tagged by @igotsnothing on my main (@greighish), but since this is "get to know a simmer" I'm responding on my simblr. They have quickly become one of my favorite simmers, as a person and a creative mind. You should check out their story, Bite Me! It's a... vampire vs human romcom? Yes, "vs", go read it, you'll understand. Anyway, on with the show! (Don't mind that some of these answers appeared in a previous one because some things never change.)

show your wallpaper: personal/work/phone

last song you listened to: I wasn't listening to anything, and then, just as I told Google to play I like It by DeBarge, I got a text from the BFF with a link to Into My Arms by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds. It took me back to our days at Tower... makes me miss the days when I didn't consider leaving the house a form of torture.

currently reading: A lot. But I am genuinely counting the days for the next update for The Dangerous Convenience Store, Ao to Midori, Semantic Error, and Second Piatto. Additionally, I'm actively reading these simblr stories: Bite Me ⬆️, Things Fall Apart by @cinamun, Night Life Series by @nightlifeseries, and The Organization by @windenbro.

last movie: I don't know. It's been so long.

last show: See above...

craving: Pain-free mornings

what are you wearing right now: My “uniform”… t-shirt dress, zip hoodie, heel sleeves.

how tall are you: 5'8"/173.

piercings: One in each ear, but I haven’t adorned them since I stopped stretching them.

tattoos: None. I wanted one when I was a teen, but decided I wouldn’t get one unless I would feel the same way about it forever. Then I learned I have commitment issues.

glasses? contacts?: Glasses.

last thing you ate: Shrimp Mei Fun, extra spicy.

favourite colour: Since gray is not a color, I have to go with green.

current obsession: Reading; it's a lifelong one.

any pets: Nope.

favourite fictional character: No overall faves, but there are characters who are my faves from particular series, like Kagami (KnB), Tsukishima (HQ!!), Aizen (Bleach), Hojo & Asami (Sanctuary), Tenka (Laughing Under the Clouds), and Nodame (Nodame Cantabile).

last place you traveled: I work from home and live in an immunocompromised household and even before COVID I was not great in public spaces, so nowhere, I guess. Or rather, today I drove around the corner to the mailbox, 2 months ago I drove to Delaware to visit my grandmother, and in 2007 I went to Belize, whatever happened in between is lost to me.

I'm tagging a mix of simmers from here and my main: @whimpysims, @beebiesims, @sierraelil, @faetheegrey, @twofingerswhiskey, @vulpossims. No pressure, of course; take a rain check if you like. Anyone else that wants to join in, I really mean it when I say please do and tag me so I can get to know you, too.

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show your wallpaper:

last song you listened to:

currently reading:

last movie:

last show:

craving:

what are you wearing right now:

how tall are you:

piercings:

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glasses? contacts?:

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#tagged

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cosmicdes · 2 years

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Semantic Error Wallpaper

#semantic error #semantic error wallpaper #jaechan wallpaper #park seoham wallpaper

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aureangels · 2 years

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˗ˏˋ sangwoo & jaeyoung locks ; watch Semantic Error ༊*·˚

ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ɪꜰ ᴜ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ!

ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᥫ᭡

• ᴘsᴅ •

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dramalocks · 2 years

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☇✈ seoham & jaechan; simples + edit ♡❞

☇ like or reblog ⋮ @iamoureuxz_

☇ don’t repost our edits

☇ psd by: @kpop-locks

#bibi #dramalocks #seoham #jaechan #semantic error #seoham lockscreens #seoham lockscreen #jaechan lockscreen #jaechan lockscreens #dkz jaechan #knk seoham #seoham wallpaper #seoham wallpapers #jaechan wallpaper #jaechan wallpapers #seoham edit #jaechan edits

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hdlssxstrnz · 2 years

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Jaeyoung Jang/Sangwoo Choo lockscreen

❤️ Like/reblog if used 💚

#lockscreen #wallpaper #semantic error #yaoi bl #jang jaeyoung #Sangwoo choo #✦ saturnz edits #✦ picturesque

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alyahkim · 2 years

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.｡.:*♡ WALLPAPER ♡*:.｡.

𝓢𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓔𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻

#semantic error #wallpaper

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juneviews · 2 years

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Omg i am so in love with semantic error! Do you have any semantic error wallpapers to share? Especially if there is one with love me kiss me sign 🤗

yup it was such a cute show :) I don't do / know any wallpaper though, maybe try googling it?

xxx

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elsannabackwardsposts · 4 years

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I CANNOT believe I’m late for this but uhm!!! When they were training in the Southern Isles, I’m curious about what Elsa’s reaction was to Anna calling her “Elska” 😔😔

Hey Anon! I really needed a writing prompt break, and so I’m gonna do you one better than just answering this question.

I’ve written a 1,600 word BONUS FEATURE:

Elsa’s POV Chap. 20, final scene reaction. :)

Elsa Winters had always been a woman who put her all into everything she did, always given that additional responsibility with a pre-determined future’s demand hanging overhead. And her extra effort had to be there, with the looming role she was destined to one day inherit. It was ever present. Forever present, actually, if she even tried to recall to her earliest memories.

Her parents had pressed her studies, from as far back as she could remember. Academics first; completely limited in her extra circular activities all through her formative years. Homework, tutors, studying. Had she been of the age before discovering crew, she sometimes wondered if her parents would have put her through the traditional training to become a Debutante (but thank goodness that never happened). Instead, home life trained her in manners, poise, and professional behavior; preparedness that would one day propel her forward into the world with so much greatness and respect.

Despite all of that, there had been one thing, one little joy she had found and held close to heart in those young years; way before crew was destined to find its own home in her heart.

Her language studies.

She had already loved reading, losing herself in the many stories she could come across, but to explore meaning in foreign tongue was an adventure all on her own. Of course English had been the initial language to learn, taking priority in her elementary school scholastics. She enjoyed it and, with a natural born intelligence, easily excelled at every corner from the moment she memorized the alphabet.

But what may have been most amazing was that it was not just an activity that she herself loved, but a skillset that her parents actually commended. With how she picked up her second language so early on was the very first time she could ever recall feeling that semblance of pride coming from them.

Being able to converse with foreign clients with elegance in her prose and something close to native fluency would elevate her appearance by speech alone. The comprehension of detailed linguistic patterns, semantics, intonation, would also be an equal asset to dissuade any underhanded manipulation of a company trying to skirt past the reliance of an interpreter. And so, outside of school’s required language modes, she was asked to learn their neighboring country’s native tongues: some basics in Finnish for a non-Germanic input, as well as Danish and Swedish to expand on her own Nordic based language knowledge.

It was easy. Enough of the words in Danish were the same, even if pronunciation varied, while Swedish sounded so similar, but new word selection was more demanding; Finnish, she barely got a chance to begin, but internally (and never admittedly so) she was thankful that she could at least recall the bare minimum word for ‘summer’ over a decade later.

But it was just as she passed the precipice entering her teenage years that she recalled a wave of tension befalling the Winters household; her father’s ever astute, ever composed, attitude shifting greatly. The surrounding air feeling frigid for days, perhaps weeks, only heated by loud outbursts coming from her family’s study, painfully warming her ears if she opened her door a mere crack.

One day, her mother had finally enlightened her about a fallout deal that had occurred, causing a massive blow to company funds. Just as Elsa had been warned all of these years, a slip of interpretation between two national languages, Nordic to Slavic, had been a hit to her father; both fiscally, and in pride. It was that same evening that her mother told her that she would turn her studies away from the delicate intonation shifts of Finnish speech and onto the heavier, precision based consonant production of the language having felled her father’s plans.

Polish, it was. It was trickier, dependence on a new alphabet development, those dastardly consonants, a trial all its own. However, it was here, in the challenge, which Elsa began to see variants in terms. So many more words, varying descriptions of her thoughts being colored by arbitrary linguistic creations she’d never even considered, imagined. Not just one adjective, but four! It was a spark that she had found, realization hitting her like a ray of light, opening her eyes to something even more magical.

Emotions weren’t a thing she was allowed to express. A lady was polite and demur, but a business woman was stoic and firm. It was well ingrained, both in her mind and automatic mannerisms, that she was responsible to be both.

Yet having these many languages at her hand, on the tip of her tongue, categorized in her brain, associations were built, reaching to each and every aspect of her life.. including the untouched, unexplored confines of her emotions.

Of what her emotions were, or rather, could be.

In the privacy of her room, she would talk out loud, speaking to her few stuffed animals, listening to her echoes bouncing from the tall wallpapered walls, responding to her linguistic tapes in a one sided conversation flow. But it was an outlet. She could be as energetic, upset, angry, and colorfully descriptive as she wanted without concern for retaliation. She could describe her emotions, give them meaning through multiple words, infinite sound concoctions, and finally allow herself to learn what these unfamiliar feelings were, all thanks to the connection of something as unthought-of about as everyday language.

Polish stuck to her in particular. Maybe it was because of the extra effort she had to put in to learning it, or maybe it was the sense of responsibility to avenge her family’s name from a financial embarrassment.

Or maybe it was because, of all the languages she had been told to learn, Polish was the only one that her parents did not speak. Something she could call her own. Something she was free to use around the house, to express each and every thought she felt without fear for being told to stop; to actually be encouraged to say her mind all under the guise of ‘practice’.

It was during this period that she came to try out familial names, allowing herself the little pleasure to actually address her parents by terms of endearment that had been bred out of her vocabulary before she could remember; mamusia and tatuś. Stark contrasts from the formal ‘mother’ and ‘sir’ she was required to use at any other time in daily discussions. And without any close friends to practice on, she found a longing for use of such endearing names, but when put into real life social situations, joining crew and meeting Flynn, her sharing of these private language abilities was already farther away from socially acceptable than her own social ineptitude.

A longing to express closeness, forever tucked into the depths of her heart, stored within a language she held for family pride and family love; never expecting to find someone who both was allowed a chance into her heart while simultaneously drawing her mind to even think in the second language.

And yet, then she came to know the graceful grace of summer; Anna Grace Suvi.

It was a moment, so organic, filled with ease and contentedness, with friendly familiarity, and enjoying a favored topic, the most random language; a moment that she never foresaw an opportunity to share with anyone in her life. And it just.. happened. For the first time, not spoken to an audio tape conversation partner, not given to her favorite childhood toy, but given to an actual person. An actual friend. A friend she’d let deeper into this hidden part of her heart’s emotions than she realized.

“Anka.”

The embarrassment had been hot and flustering, at least after she recognized the error. More embarrassing was that she would never have even realized her slip had Anna not called her on it. Oh how natural had she felt around this girl.. but for how long?

Elsa had been quick to catch herself, spinning a tale, administering tricks that she was trained for, using supporting facts to hide misleading information in a genius guise. When Anna moved on, she silently vowed to never let that verbal slip up happen again, and she prayed that Anna would forget the entire incident by the time they reached that class lessen. A new semester should definitely put enough distance to erase such a stupid memory.

After consciously and successfully pushing that event aside, so many new worries now taxing her mind’s reserves, the brilliant blonde had certainly not expected to be wrong.

Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be the case.

Standing beneath the searing hot sun of the Southern Isles, sunblock painted cheeks red and burning from a reason farthest from sunburn, Elsa was left in an absolute stupor. Blue eyes watched the body of her Freshman Double’s partner running away with a merry pep in her step, but all the older girl could do was attempt to process the repeating term bouncing around in her skull.

“Elska.”

The knowledge that Anna had not just remembered the silly slip of tongue (and also had managed to piece the meaning together despite likely sleeping through most of her studies) should have been enough reason for why the Senior turned away, bracing herself against the hull of the prepared Double; tightly gripped fingers trembling along the carbon fiber, navy orbs wide eyed and blinking rapidly, each breath exhaled with a shudder. And she wished, really really wished, to the highest heavens, that that information was reason enough.

But as her heart pounded, she couldn’t mistake the initial trip; the flutter of delighted surprise, a zing shooting through her chest, and the wave of momentary elation. Finally, not just having discovered a person to express her yearning unspoken feelings of closeness to, but a person, for the first time in ever, to actually return the very same sentiment in a personally cherished language she shared with no one outside the privacy of her heart.

#elsanna #elsanna fanfiction #backwards elsanna #BONUS FEATURE #ask #Nothing is a spoiler #everything is either already known or wasn't a major thing to be addressed in the main plot anyway so enjoy! 😁

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