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#branding verbal
yasmiangeles · 5 months
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Si no tienes identidad verbal, no tienes una marca...
(Yo solo digo 🤫).
Y si estás listo para cambiar eso, entonces escríbeme al DM para inscribirte en BRANDFUTURO 2024.
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Ya va siendo hora que tengas una marca de verdad verdad.
¡Te espero!
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theminecraftbee · 6 months
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-slamming bolt upright in a cold sweat- what do you mean verbal contracts cleo. what do you MEAN verbal contracts cleo. artists if you're doing commercial work you're A) charging much higher rates and B) making them SIGN A CONTRACT, right? right? you understand why that's VITAL, right? why having a written contract is VITAL for commercial work? you understand? you make them sign a written contract? please if you go looking in proper artist/graphic design circles i'm sure you can find a basic form that's legal in your locality and doesn't require you talk to a lawyer but if you're doing commercial work you're MAKING THEM SIGN A CONTRACT RIGHT--
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nightmarecountry · 7 months
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@pohlepen (from here)
His predecessor had loved these places. The smell of them; the noise. The press of bodies everywhere. This version of himself still likes them, still comes to them willingly, but it's like sitting at a buffet when you can't eat anything on the menu: everything and everyone is off-limits.
Be grateful, little nightmare, that I permit you to walk the earth at all.
He knows why Dream allows it though, and it isn't for him. It's for her. Because they know Frankie likes him. Because they know the Corinthian will protect her from harm, whether Dream orders him to or not. Can't come down from on high to keep an eye on her themselves, so they throw the dog a few scraps and set it to guarding...
The glass snaps in Frankie's hand and the Corinthian moves without even thinking about it. "No," he tells her, his grip on her wrist tight enough to bruise. He forces her hand open; blood spills between them, sticky on his skin and hers, worse when he picks glass from the wound. The smell of it is so strong it makes him dizzy, like the molly were in his throat as much as hers. "I know he's going to get bored of you. He's Dream. Just like I know you're going to get bored of him, because you're you."
He drags her behind him on the way to the bathroom, trying to keep the forearm above heart level, which isn't easy when Frankie is this fucked up. There is no resisting him; there never is. The Corinthian is calm, but angry. All he can smell is Frankie's blood; all he can hear is her voice. No-one stops them, though he sees a few alarmed glances when one or two folks realise one of them is bleeding. Incredible what people will let slide if you just do it with enough confidence.
Women's bathroom. Surprising that nobody's in here; surprising that nobody stopped him at the door. He's grabbing paper towels from the dispenser, shoving Frankie back towards the sinks, snarling.
"Hold fucking still. You're fucking my boss and you're going to get your heart broken because you're too stupid to see what a bad idea it is to love something that will outlast your entire universe."
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zo1nkss · 5 months
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Ngl I'm still sort of reeling over the yt twitter user from over a year ago now who very aggressively tried to convince me, an aspec Native, that "aspec Ed" is a racist headcanon 🤨
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Sometimes people have so many Feelings about a character that they put it into these beautifully crafted paragraphs picking out the subtle shifts in their demeanor and body language that most wouldn't catch upon first glance
Other times you're me and would like to write out an essay detailing this one (1) instance of a break in character but my brain can't form words so I just end up furiously pointing at them going "🫵AKDJFKSGSJJNDB🥺🥺🥺🥺"
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queerloquial · 10 months
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it turns out if you get bare minimum sleep for enough nights in a row and then doomscroll tumblr disability discourse for a few hours at 5 am you unlock the shrimp color variant of anxiety
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clowndensation · 2 years
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the thing is that fics need to have plot, because otherwise all the drama gets stored inside of the relationship. and that's literally the last place i want it.
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버벌진트 (Verbal Jint) '좋아보여 2023' OFFICIAL AUDIO
Very pleasant song. Nice, smooth instrumental!
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theflurtifly · 2 years
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snickerdoodlles · 2 years
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information-2-0 · 7 months
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deadsetobsessions · 3 months
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Had an idea, no time to elaborate. Will come back to this later.
Lawyer! Danny. He really thought he’d go into science, follow the family path or whatever. Then, he became King and had to learn the laws, because the living dead isn’t dead enough to avoid paperwork. One thing led to another and Danny found himself years later with a liscence to practice law, a mountain of debt, a well practiced appreciation for law, and the sheer unbridled instincts to rip out the throat of anyone who even dared to argue with him. Verbally, of course. Danny’s damn good at what he does and applies for a spot on Wayne Co.’s team of lawyer.
He eviscerates the owner, Bruce Wayne, in one go and impresses literally everyone because Bruce has that special brand of billionaire bullshit that usually renders logic based arguments ineffective.
Boom, he’s hired.
He’s called in as their personal lawyer because B-man was impressed. Then, he gets a call to arms because of of the kids punched a racist rich kid in defense of their big brother, Dick Grayson. The same person who bought him coffee everytime he saw him in the building (dick has a crush) so Danny’s invested.
Boom, that opens floodgates for even more stuff that’s less lawyer and Danny just verbally defenestrating people in defense of the Waynes.
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shallowrambles · 1 year
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The 21st century obsession with perfect words + the one true way to express an apology
So, a big problem IMHO in modern therapy circles is the emphasis on words as the only way of communicating your emotions.
That is, unless you REPENT with verbal platitudes, or wax poetica in long rambling sessions that showcase your deep understanding of your own psychology, it's never going to be good enough.
Like, sure, words are important. Verbal apologies can be important.
I've been disowned six times. Twice, a more nonverbal-leaning, stoic family member of mine apologized with a gift. Before you scream, "But you can't just buy happiness and forgiveness!" consider this: WHY can't a gift can't function as verbal apology? Why can't it "count" as communication in some instances? For some people, it's a much safer-feeling way to communicate with you, and when you reject it, that can be just as powerful as rejecting a verbalized apology.
Often, we are too wrapped up in being owed that perfect, straightforward, eloquent apology. But people aren't machines--and rigidly expecting perfect verbal apologies can rob you of equally legitimate, loving connections. Deficits in expressing emotion don't mean that people feel no remorse. (I get it. Some neuroatypical people can't read body language or tone or parse the context of a thing. There is even some evidence that hyper-systemizing predisposes to toxic, emotional scorekeeping of wrongdoings. However, that doesn't mean we get to assume the worst of people, just as neurotypical people shouldn't assume the worst of a poorly-communicating neuroatypical person.)
Sometimes, it really IS about HOW someone says something, or even the nonverbal actions they take to express their remorse. If a someone "reads" remorse in tone and body language, is that somehow less deserving or legitimate than having the perfect words?
In a world that teaches AMABs in particular not to verbalize their emotions, sometimes accepting the nonverbal apology can be good. Maybe putting your boot on their neck and demanding they apologize in the "right" way isn't super helpful in a lot of instances.
#this is such a problem in therapy circles that lean autistic AFAB and gen Z and younger...and it's an issue for working professionals too#we are actively creating lit to get the focus off what young ppl feel they are owed and more how to read others with more compassion#maybe it's social media but ppl too often assume the worst in others to their social detriment#it's important to develop more social recognition and more nonverbal skills#this is something that really bothered me in early episodes of The Winchesters!#it's so cookie cutter therapy driven that it seems cartoonish#the therapy was even bullylike in its presentation at times#you don't pressure someone to share right out of the fuckin gate#expecting a mentally ill character to share openly outta the gate was NOT safe or healthy - no wonder he went home and broke down#whereas the carlos character did it all perfectly with long rambling poetics and it was gross how he was portrayed as good cause he could#and in parallel - it was SO GROSS that the person who couldn't share was coded as BAD#use your words has become an important part of therapy but it can be misused too - like this#not to mention there are somewhat well established gender differences in emotional-verbal and word fluency#assuming the worst in ppl and branding them as insta-abusers or privileged beasts worthy of no compassion is disgusting#it's indicative of an outrage culture and a culture of crucifixion too#all age brackets have problems but the social media using age brackets have THIS in spades
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shadow4-1 · 18 days
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I'm just imagining a "lazy day" with the 141, except, it's really just you getting them to finally wind down from their experiences.
Like, everyone's still a little beat up and tender from the last mission. No one really has the energy to do much of anything except quietly laze around in the recroom. It's not a tense silence, just a tired one.
Reports (both verbal and written) have been filed. There's just nothing to talk about. It's over, you won. The end, right? Except not really.
Everyone is still a bit twitchy and hypervigillant. The sound of footsteps make their ears perk, they give you quick once overs and check your face as they pass by. And, with bated breath, you watch as they check the shadows in the corners. You're so tired from treating their small wounds you just don't have it in you to be on edge too. So instead, you sit on the couch and one by one ask them to sit with you.
Soap is easy enough to pull back to reality. He leans against you and relaxes into just your presence. You seem to ground him. You run your fingers through his hair and after about thirty minutes he's purring jelly.
Gaz takes a little bit more work. He doesn't want to sit, and when he does he's bouncy, agitated and squirmy. You make him out his head in your lap and watch the cooking channel while you massage at the nape of his neck. It's takes a while, but eventually he falls asleep. When he wakes he's drowsy and stiff but it's almost like he's reset. He seems to function like normal after.
Price, is well...Price. You can't help him alone so you enlist the help of Soap and Gaz. You rope him into rather stupid, childish things to distract his mind. You make him watch you play video games or have him show you how it's done in a game of pool. With the three of you laughing and smiling at him it doesn't take long for the set of his shoulders to dip and lax. His tired eyes twinkle, and if you get him his favorite drink he's brand new once more.
Ghost is the hardest to bring back. After the worst missions he's sometimes irredeemable for a couple days. None of you can really stand his bloodshot, dead eyed glare or the heavy breaths muffled into his mask. He really is like a hungry wraith, always searching you every moment as if you're about to change from friend to foe. But, the way you find the easiest to pull him back, is to just be in his presence. It's always unnerving. You feel like a hen in a foxhole. But after a few hours of simply willing to exist in the same space as him, he softens. You're friend. Not foe. You're his team. You've gotten to the point where you can tell when you can offer him some tea. He never says thank you, but he finally seems to blink, and that's all the thanks you need.
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