copperbadge:

ignescent:

kyraneko:

naamahdarling:

superwaywardangel:

meginblack:

dandelionofthanatos:

brinnanza:

magistrate-of-mediocrity:

serinsnart:

tosety:

the-true-space-fandom:

osointricate:

ravingliberal:

teddylacroix:

notalwaysluminous:

mrkevinmchale:

buzzfeed:

21 People Who Forgot A Word And Just Made Some Shit Up

im crying

a friend of mine forgot the word “lamp” once and said “light faucet”

I’m shaking from laughter. Yes, this is the right way to start a Friday morning.

Listen guys, I have a BA in English and an MA in Professional Writing and I have:

Forgotten the word “gums” and called them “teeth cuticles”
Forgotten the term “liquor store” and called it a “rum-o-rama”
Forgotten the word “mohawk” and called it a “head mustache”

The list goes on and on. Wording is HARD. 

You know that putty you put in holes before you paint a wall? I forgot the word “putty,” called it “hole-be-gone” instead, and now my whole family refers to it as hole-be-gone.

it’s hard to make the brain do the english, ok!?

I wish I had this skill.
When I lose a word, my brain derails. I use the term ‘derail’ because it is the mental equivalent of a train derailment (just easier to clean up)

At the staff meeting, my boss referred to the clipboard as “that snappy board”

My 4-year-old nephew didn’t know the word “knuckle” so he told us his finger knee hurt.

I forgot the word “speech” once so I said “you wrote me an essay with your mouth”

Dad once temporarily had the term “auto body filler” leave his brain; the Canadian Tire worker had her whole day made when he cheerfully said, “I’m here to procure some…car-spackle!”

I once forgot the work barrel so I described it as a round wooden box and then something “pirates put rum in it” before my mate figured out what I meant.

Oh god. Here we go.

Once upon a time, I had a lot of trouble communicating with friends. It could be argued that I still do.

In my first year of high school, I was talking to this one girl who I’ll call Lullaby. We had literally every class together, so we started hanging out all the time.

During lunch, we had a conversation about our experiences dating girls vs. dating guys in a sexual manner. We get back and we go to the rest of our classes, and she starts out the door.

What I WANT to say is “Come back”

Of course my brain decides that there are synonyms to words that sound like that, since it won’t actually word.

I blurt out, in front of half of my class.

“Ejaculate back!”

I do this a lot.

Here are some good ones:

I stepped on something gross and it got between my toes, and in my distress I referred to my toes as “feet teeth.”

I was very proud to have finished the “plate laundry.”

I told my ex to go look in the garage, only I said “car pantry.”

But my VERY FAVORITE is when I couldn’t remember the word for brown, so I called it “boring purple.”

I once forgot the work barrel so I described it as a round wooden box and then something “pirates put rum in it” before my mate figured out what I meant.

“Something pirates put rum in” is usually “pirates” in my experience.

Look, I still maintain “food closet” is a perfectly acceptable term if you can’t remember “pantry”.

Conversely I once forgot the term “linen closet” and told my mum to get a sheet from the Blanket Pantry.

cooliogirl101:

epikalstorms:

hufflepuffkat:

the-modern-typewriter:

“Shh, it’s alright,” the villain said. “You’re doing beautifully and I’m so proud of you. But that’s enough now. It was cruel of them to make you fight me – you could never have won. It’s not your fault.”

The ancient and powerful villain may have had a calm and gentle face as he spoke, but he was furious, not at the hero, but the gods for continually sending kids and teenagers to fight their battles.

whoa I want me the supporting villain angry about kids being forced to fight them bc the Adults refuse to gear up themselves yesss

Please??

dannyrandy:

i’ve seen a few other people point this out but can we just talk about the one thing all the shows fox cancelled had in common? can we just talk about the fact that brooklyn 99, last man on earth, lucifer and the exorcist all had LGBT characters in the MAIN cast. in the case of lucifer, the MALE LEAD was OPENLY bisexual. and they ALL got cancelled at the same time?

actually talking to people on tumblr?

ava-burton-writing:

 i’ve been seeing a lot of posts to the effect of “i wish i could talk to more writers on tumblr, but i’m too shy.” and a lot of the replies are “you can talk to me, i don’t bite!” which is great, honestly. but these interactions, at least in my experience, rarely lead to anything more. 

so this is my attempt to compile a list of how to be friends with writeblrs that’s a little more than just “talk to people.” i don’t know if it’s just common sense for the rest of you, but this is all stuff i had to learn through almost a year on tumblr. im fuckign old omg.

so without further ado, i present: Conversation Starters For Writeblrs.

  • do they reblog ask games? send asks, off anon. reply to their answers.
  • see something in common? you both have dragons in your wip? you’re both the same age? tell them!
  • tag them in things! who actually cares if you’re following the rules of the tag games or not?
  • if they’re asking for something, like book recs or advice, answer them.
  • compliments. literally anything, as long as it’s genuine. send them off anon so people know who you are. 
  • reply to their fuckign writing!! pleAse!! and not just “ooh this is good” (though that’s nice too), but tell them what you liked! tell them what you were confused about! tell them where you want more detail! we’re all on here because of writing, might as well actually talk about it sometimes!
  • just. like. ask how their day went.

Also, some thoughts:

you’re not a bother. and even if you are, who’s going to be rude enough to say it?

someone has to make the first move, it might as well be you.

they’re just people.  we’re all literally just people.

friendship ≠ one interaction. keep trying. keep talking.

you got this! 

topsydead:

I’m telling you elephants are chill motherfuckers. They fucking love being helpful. They once defended a man with heatstroke from a truck that came to rescue him. They knew he was sick, laying against a tree for shade. They were watching over him and petting him, and they threatened to charge the vehicle for coming towards him. Another person passed out, and elephants cried over her and buried her body in a traditional elephant funeral. (Piling branches on her). And were quite spooked when she got up later.

And an elephant was helping workers to put logs in holes for a wall. On one hole, the elephant absolutely refused to set the log in, despite being punished and goaded. Turns out there was a sleeping dog in the hole.

There are so many good elephants stories. They will even help zookeepers wash other elephants– literally, a zookeeper can be like “[Name 1], please wash [Name 2]” and he will go wash that elephant correctly.

Listen guys. Not only are elephants people, but they’re largely better people than us. I’m 10000% serious.