I am TEx, A German Dude who has no Idea how he ended up here. He/Him or They/Them, I dont really Care. Autism, Aromantic and Asexual make one Hell of an Combination, dont you think?
I like to think Im a Artist. If you want to see it, its all tagged with #My Art
I was unsealed in October 2004, and have been planning my Nefarious Deeds ever since.
Hate it when that happens.
the woman in the river shows me an axe of silver and asks if it is the one I lost. I respond that it is. she produces an axe of gold and asks the same question again. I shamefully look away, not sure whether I'm comfortable admitting that I was dual wielding
she stares at me in abject confusion as I take stock of my tools. a look of dissatisfaction brews on her face. "but why is one golden?" the woman asks.
I tug nervously at my coat, feeling the slightest bit insulted. "well, it's not cheap to have a matching pair," I tell her. "not everyone can afford two golden axes."
"why not two silver axes?"
"I had the money for one golden axe."
the woman crosses her arms. "but the gold is worse for everything you'd want an axe to do."
"it's not. it was more expensive and also really hard to find."
"gold" she says, "is softer than silver."
"it's literally not, though," I say. "that's a really common misconception, but pure silver is softer than gold."
"most metal sold as silver is actually an alloy. that axe is probably sterling silver. I don't believe for a second someone made you a pure silver axe."
I look at my axe, then back to the woman, then back to my axe.
"it was pure silver when it went into the river."
an unreadable expression. with a great splash, the woman disappears into the current.
for three days and three nights, I wander along the river's edge, hoping to find the woman again. I throw rocks, twigs, and once or twice a weird looking animal into the water. it's all to no avail.
on the final evening, I see a glint at the river's mouth. I run as quickly as I can, knowing I've finally found... oh for fuck's sake, it's just silver-plated. I lob the awful thing into the river with a huff.
"how can you tell?" asks the woman, peeking out of the water. "that could be the one you've lost."
"it's not."
"but you won't cut your losses and move on," she gestures wide, "one axe the richer?"
"that's too wide of a gesture for a cheap knick knack," I say, gesturing modestly in some approximation of how much I think the silver-plated axe is worth. the woman seems annoyed.
"I've been telling you, you have your real axe. the gold axe is the one that sucks."
"so what?" I spit. "are you suggesting I just use two cheap silver axes instead of my cool pure silver and gold axes?"
she groans. "I honestly would, man."
I found out my phone can make pngs and im going to throw up laughing at this one of my bf's cat
his face is 2 perfect semicircles & a trapezoid. truly, through this turmoil, he has discovered the pure mathematics that guide the universe
It’s almost as if focusing on eradicating the factors that drive people to addiction, rather than criminalizing the addiction itself, has a better outcome. who would’ve guessed 🤔🤔🤔
OKAY WAIT I HAVE TO ADD SOMETHING.
One of the other consequences is that Lisbon now does have a drug problem… with fake drugs. Seriously. People are hawking flour as ‘cocaine’ and ground bay leaves as ‘hashish’ to tourists on the street. The police have run anti-bay-leaf campaigns, but they can’t arrest these dealers because the items they’re selling are perfectly legal, and technically if a tourist is stupid enough to buy flour and think it’s cocaine, that’s their own fault.
What a great ‘drug problem’ to have.
ALTOk this might be my limit. I haven't been posting on Twitter but I hadn't deleted my acct because I was hoping he'd sell it and things would return to normal. I have a shit ton of stuff over there but I think I have to delete it now.
see if you can download or back up everything on your account. fairly sure some software engineer has made a way to download everything on your account by now.
Yeah, you can do it via Twitter itself. I did it a while ago and am not really there anymore; I keep my accounts to keep people from taking the names.
And, just as another reason to leave that hellsite, he says that blocking will be limited to DMs.
He can only do that if he wants his app to be yanked from the Play and Apple stores on devices - user blocking is a requirement for both.
i really like looking at google image searches for “firemen rescuing cats” or something because you get super cute pictures like
AND THEN THERE’S THIS ONE
“THAT’S RIGHT TWAS I that set the house ablaze!!!”
Dying.
Every fucking time I know what’s at the bottom and every time I still lose my shit.
I’m so happy this post is back again asdlkfjsa
Everyone who is reading this: I’m so glad you’re alive. I’m so proud of you. You are loved. I’m here. Don’t give up, we’re almost there.
Pass it on.
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My bf studied japanese in high school and often says "gambate!" (not sure of spelling) to be like. encouraging. I think it means roughly "let's get this bread." However, as someone who took spanish in high school, it always sounds like a command to me. And as near as I can tell, in spanish it would mean "go shrimp yourself."
ALT
ALTI'm definitely not a fluent speaker, so I could be wrong, but here's how I got there:
In Spanish, some (informal, I think?) commands are formed by dropping the "r" from the end of an infinitive verb. (Every infinitive verb in Spanish ends in r.) For example, "to run" is "correr." If you want to tell someone to run, it's "corre." If you want to tell someone to do something to something/someone, you append a little pronoun thing to the end. From "besar" (to kiss) we get "bésame" (kiss me). From "cocinar" (to cook) we get "cocínalo" (cook it). From "callar" (to silence) we get "cállate" (silence yourself/shut up).
So, "gambate" immediately reminds me of "cállate," which is a rude command. It would be formed from the verb "gambar" and the second person object "te" for "you/yourself." But "gambar" isn't a word in Spanish. However, "gamba" is a word. It means "shrimp." So while it isn't technically grammatically correct, in the same way we "verb" nouns in English, the noun "gamba" is being used in the place of a verb here. "Gambate" (or more properly "gámbate" to maintain the correct stress for both the Spanish and Japanese). "Go shrimp yourself."
Native spanish speaker. You're quite right about your linguistics here, and spanish speakers love to make up new words by conjugating existing words (at the very least, my parents do)
My confusion stemmed from never having heard the word gamba before. To my knowledge the word for shrimp is camarón
So i looked it up and apparently gamba actually means prawn. So it's actually go prawn yourself
I'm also a native Spanish speaker. Since OP didn't include the acento on the a (á) he's specifically telling us to go prawn ourselves in an Argentinian accent.
