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hardrockshrimp · 4 months
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Top Bruce moment for me tbh
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delphinidin4 · 4 days
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Some people don't have an internal monologue: they don't hear a voice in their head speaking their thoughts. Some people can't imagine living without one. Which best describes you? (More specific descriptions on reblogs would be great!)
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lingthusiasm · 12 days
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Bonus 86: Inner voice, mental pictures, and other shapes for thoughts
When you think about your daily life -- say, going grocery shopping -- are your thoughts shaped like an inner voice or music, mental images or video, inner feelings or other sensory awareness, or unsymbolized mental impressions? Most people have some combination of these things, but the degree to which you literally visualize a bright red apple or mentally hear yourself saying "and don't forget the apples" is something that varies widely from person to person. But until we start asking about it, it's easy to assume that other people's thought-shapes are formed just like our own, and that any impressions to the contrary are just people speaking metaphorically.
In this bonus episode, Gretchen and Lauren get enthusiastic about the forms that our thoughts take inside our heads. We talk about an academic paper from 2008 called "The phenomena of inner experience", which asked 30 university students to write down the shape of their thoughts at random intervals throughout the day, and how their results differ from the 2023 Lingthusiasm listener survey questions on your mental pictures and inner voices. We also talk about more unnerving methodologies, like temporarily paralyzing people and then scanning their brains to see if the inner voice sections still light up (they do!). Listen to this episode about the shapes of thought, and get access to many more bonus episodes by supporting Lingthusiasm on Patreon.
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 1 month
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Okay, so it has come to my attention that there are people out there who don’t have an inner monologue/voice in their head. So I have a genuine question:
How do they read, think, and stuff? Right now, I’m having an inner dialogue when writing this. And it boggles my mind to hear some people don’t have this. Crazy 😳
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pokketofficial · 6 months
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Can I trust you with key to my heart? 🔑
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I don’t know why I started wearing a key and a sword/dagger earring. I think at first because I thought it was cool, but then it became a little more symbolic to me. Hoarding the key to my inner self because I had been hurt too many times. The sword being the lengths I would go to in order to protect myself and those dear to me.
Perhaps cheesy, but I’m lame like that 🤭😋
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curvykittyyssmutfics · 4 months
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Imagine what Jordan Li is thinking meetin you on campus for the first time:
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"Where'd you come from, Angel? Never seen you before. Fuck, I gotta know you."
"God, look so innocent; wanna change that so bad. Mama doesn't even know how gorgeous she is."
"Fuck you got on? Must wanna end up hangin off my dick huh?"
"Y/n.. pretty name to match a pretty girl.."
"Shit, almost caught me starin. Can barely keep my eyes off you. Gotta be more careful."
"Jesus Christ, that ass is fat as fuck. Bet its soft too."
"The fuck is that loser introducin himself to you? Should fuckin kill him for makin you laugh- such a pretty fuckin smile though."
"That's my girl; don't need no asshole walkin you to class. Such a good girl for me already and you dont even know it."
"Mhm, just as smart as you are pretty. Fuckin knew it.."
"Yes! Glad we got multiple classes together. Need to keep a eye on my new girl."
"Hate having to partner up.. Shitshitshit, you walkin my way!"
"Mama's not that shy. Glad we're partners; can't wait to spend some time alone with you."
"There goes that pretty fuckin smile again."
"Fuuuuck, can't believe my dicks this hard just from listening to you talk. Please, please don't notice, princess."
"So quiet now that it's just us in my room. Wonder what you're thinkin..?"
"Standin so close, wanna touch you so bad.."
"Smell so good- wait.. Why you lookin at me like that mama?"
"Holy shit, cant believe you kissin me! Mmmm.. Lips so fuckin soft; taste so good y/n."
"Knew it, ass is plush as fuck.."
"Man, you ain't playin huh? Mama's onna mission. Good girl, sit right on my dick. Perfect.. So perfect for me, feel so good against me."
"Don't wanna - fuck - gonna cum in my damn pants if ya pretty ass don't slow down."
"Not shy, definitely not shy. You're asking to get fucked sweetheart.."
"God damn needy as fuck already, poor baby can't stop beggin for it."
"Needa slow this down.. Don't want it to end before I get my prize."
"So fucking wet, shit.. Mama's drippin down my wrist. Squeezing so tight round my finger like this. Fuck!"
"Impatient little girl, pushing me to lay back so you can take what you want. I'll allow it- this time.."
"See? Told you to let me dig you out with my fingers first; lil pussy's way too fuckin tight."
"Fuck-it's-in! So fucking warm inside, so fuckin warm. Chokin my dick so gooood. Keep fuckin me sweetheart, please dont stop."
"Skin so soft; you're a fuckin goddess. Cant keep my hands off you."
"That's it, take what you want from me y/n cause I can promise you next time ima do the same."
"Oh you wanna play? Don't tease me mama, you don't wanna see what happens next.."
"Fuck, perfect titties I ever seen. So plump, so goddamn soft. Gotta pinch these pretty ass nips."
"Takin this cock like a fuckin champ, honey. Got me leakin in yo shit.. Ohfuck Pleasedontcum, pleasedontcum, pleasedontcum!"
"Sound so pretty baby. Yeah, keep moanin for Daddy. Let em know know who's makin you feel this good."
"So lucky to have you like this honey, thank you. Thank you so fuckin much."
"Thats my fuckin girl, lickin your juices off my hand. Thas it suck Daddy's fingers, show me how you'd suck my dick y/n."
"Gotta nasty lil mouth, know that? Make me cream in this lil pussy way you talkin."
"Shit, pussy milkin me like you bouta cum. Yeeees baby, want that so much! Lemme feel it.."
"Fuck- cant even slide out honey! Cummin already? Mmmm.. Barely even rubbed that puffy lil clit before you came allover my fuckin cock."
"No y/n! Bring that ass-wait.. sit on the edge of the bed? Why, whatchu got up ya sleeve mama?"
"Ooohshit, your mouth feels amazin baby. Just like that y/n, ain't gone take long pretty girl. Got me on edge- fuuuuck, you suckin my dick like you gettin paid honey."
"Love how you lickin the tip. Oh fuck, keep doin that."
"Thas it, massagin my balls just how I like it. Feel that nut buildin mama?"
"You really down there playin with my needy lil kitty already? Pussy soakin wet from deepthroatin Daddy, huh?"
"Got me shakin for you princess. Yeeees, ain't nobody suck dick like my baby. Finna fill those cheeks up.."
"Fuckme, the way you lookin up at me right now- ohshit, can't take that gorgeous smile with a mouth full of my dick!"
"Yeeeees, y/n! I'm cummin! No, no, no, come back here; stay on this dick. You started it so you gone finish it mama. Mmmmmm.."
"Uh uhn, look at me. Good girl.. Ass better not ever be embarrassed for makin Daddy feel good."
"Swallowed without bein told: Good girl."
"Naw, you puttin them clothes back on fa no reason; ain't goin nowhere.. You mine now, Angel.
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sam-loves-seb · 11 months
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look. I know there are probably a million and a half takes on this, but I had this thought, and it wouldn’t leave my brain, so now you have to deal with it too.
ian is not the sun.
ian is the moon, and mickey is the sun.
mickey is the sun, at least in ian’s eyes he is, because ian’s whole world starts ends and revolves around his husband. the pull mickey has on him feels like a gravitational orbit, stronger than any crush or infatuation ever has been, and no matter how much distance (physical and metaphorical) ian puts between them, he always—always—comes back to mickey. and mickey, well he burns hotter and brighter than just about anyone else they know, all barely checked temper and hot seething rage, and hell hath no fury like a mickey scorned because he will burn you faster than any fire ever could. and god, his eyes—do not get ian started on mickey’s eyes—they’re as blue as a cloudless sky on a summer’s day, all warm and wide and vast as the horizon, and ian could stare at them for hours the way he’d stare up at the sky in the backyard as a kid. and yeah, maybe sometimes you can’t look directly at mickey, like maybe you’ll get hurt if you stare for too long, but ian’s best friends are a pair of sunglasses and a bottle of spf, so he’s not exactly new to the sun game, and if he’s the only one who knows how to handle it—that’s more than fine with the both of them
and ian—ian is the moon the way mickey needs air to breathe, because yeah, maybe he’s all smiley and lukewarm to everyone he fucking meets, but that’s not ian, not the real ian, that’s just good fucking manners or whatever shit ian says, but mickey doesn’t care about that. mickey cares about the ian that’s only for him, the one that is there for him through everything, even the bad shit, like the little sliver of moonlight slipping through the curtains on a really dark night, the little bit of comfort that’s enough to get him through the dark times and keep going until morning, like the guiding light on the sidewalks when he wanders home from work or the alibi or whatever late at night when the streets are empty and he’s alone. because mickey’s never really alone, not now that’s for sure, but not even then, when there were miles (metaphorical and literal) between them, because mickey would look up at the moon through the bars on the rec room window or the patio from his apartment in mexico and he’d think of ian, and his stupid fucking lopsided curved grin creeping up on his face like a crescent moon in its own right, and it’d be enough to get him til morning. even now, when he can’t sleep and he’s restless, he still looks for the moon, only now he doesn’t look out the window—why would he when he has the real thing on the other side of his mattress—he throws an arm and a leg over his husband like he’d lasso the moon if he could, and he pulls ian closer.
ian goes through phases, up down then up again, and they’re manageable, almost predictable if you study it close enough, like the phases of the moon or the flow of the tide, in and out, waxing and waning, and mickey loves all versions of ian, the full bright smiles and the dark barely there days, and every variation in between. because ian is still ian, no matter what stage he’s currently in, the same way the moon is still that bright glowing rock in the sky night after night, and mickey is happy to get pushed and pulled like waves on the shore under ian’s influence.
mickey studies the galaxies printed on ian’s body, across his chest and stomach, his shoulders and his arms, even the little ones dotting the backs of ian’s hands, and mickey finds peace in the stardust that paints ian’s skin, in the constellations he maps out on ian’s face with his lips, and even tho the freckles there are more faded then when they were kids, mickey still knows where every single one of them is. he brushes his fingers over the new one above his eyebrow, the one ian got after spending a little too much time with his tomato plant the other day, and mickey feels like an astronomer discovering a new star that he just never would’ve been able to see five, ten years ago on his own personal night sky, but he’s here to see it now so he kisses his latest discovery and falls asleep dreaming of a name for his newest constellation
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pratchettquotes · 5 months
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800th Post: A Reflection on Increments*
Some jobs offer increments. This one offered--well, quite the reverse, but at least it was in the warm and fairly easy to get the hang of. After a while he got into the rhythm of it, and started playing the private little quantity-surveying game that everyone plays in these circumstances. Let's see, he thought, I've done nearly a quarter, let's call it a third, so when I've done that corner by the hayrack it'll be more than half, call it five-eighths, which means three more wheelbarrow loads. ...It doesn't prove anything very much except that the awesome splendor of the universe is much easier to deal with if you think of it as a series of small chunks.
Terry Pratchett, Mort
*Here, Mort Sto Helit demonstrates the same incremental psychology in his stable work which all tumblr users have refined. When I first started this blog I thought I'd see if I could share 1,000 Pratchett quotes. Let's see, another two hundred posts will be a thousand posts. That's two hundred days, call it six months, which is only half of a year....
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adishpan · 2 months
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catherine foundling remains absolutely iconic
incredible banter doesn’t make or break a story, but it really feels like the cherry on top
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HELP WHY IS THIS MY INNER MONOLOGUE WHENEVER I HAVE “DRESSED UP” FOR AN EVENT 😭
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inhellwithbands · 4 months
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It has been honestly sad to see the PJO fandom this week. We got what we waited YEARS for and it's amazing and everything I see is people fighting, complaining, hating on the movies, etc, etc like ???? Why aren't you enjoy this??????
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mrsandman42069 · 1 month
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Kronk voice: i just realized i can change who is the voice actor for my inner monologue
Stewie Griffin voice: hold on guys let me do some fiddling
Neil deGrasse Tyson voice: i never realized i could do this
Doofenshmirtz voice: i have so much power!
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thevoidstaredback · 5 days
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Did you know that only 30%-50% of the world's population has an inner monologue?
Did you know that only 1%-3% of the world's population cannot see pictures in there head?
I fall into both of those categories. I do have an inner monologue, and I can't actually see pictures in my head.
So when I say anything along the lines of "I can see that" or "I can imagine that" I'm partly lying. I have to see a picture of what you want me to see before I can actually imagine it, y'know?
For example, you can describe to me, in great detail, your OC or a scene from a book. Unless you have a picture I can reference, I can't actually put those details together in my head to form a picture.
Does that make sense?
Anyway
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creativestalkerrs · 2 years
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character’s internal conflict and dramatizing inner conflict in characters
I posted this on my Substack blog as well, subscribe to that for more content. Apart of creativestalkerr’s writing lessons.
(these two topics are from two different lessons, because they go hand in hand both lessons will be in the same post.)
how to write a character’s inner conflict and how to dramatize that for your story.
part one; character’s internal conflict 
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How do we choose character values that create interesting plots and conflicts in our stories? You want to be mindful that your characters and your plot are intertwined and connected with each other. Character values are one of the most important things to choose and think about when developing and creating your characters. It drives the character therefore it drives the plot.
Values: Values are often the center of the conflict. This is why we make difficult decisions in our own lives. If we didn’t have conflict, then we wouldn’t have to make those difficult decisions, and from a story perspective, it would fall flat.
Values Cause Conflict:
Our character doesn’t behave in accordance with their values, and they know it, but in content to disregard the discrepancy for a reason (based on a belief), and are not interested in rectifying the situation
Our character knows they are not behaving in accordance with their values, but they are trying to.
Our character doesn’t behave in accordance with a value, but they do not realize they are being hypocritical.
Our character had and is aware of conflicting values.
~Vocabulary~
Values: the regard that something is held to deserve; the importance, worth, or usefulness of something.
Conflict: a serious disagreement or argument, typically a protracted one.
Accordance: conformity or agreement.
Discrepancy: a lack of compatibility or similarity between two or more facts.
Rectifying: put right; correct.
part two; dramatizing inner conflict in characters
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Writing characters who want more than one this--things that are conflicting with each other can show how your character is when met with these wants and desires. Having these conflicts makes their character development and the stories fascinating to your consumer. The challenging bit is how to write a character who has conflicting wants and acts in a conflicting way and make that consistent.
Consistency and Inconsistency in your Character: When there is a value conflict, your character may act inconsistently throughout. If you look at your everyday life, we behave inconsistently all the time--it's in our DNA to act this way as we won't always make the same value choice every time.
There are so many many things that demand our attention and we have to negotiate with them.
Using this in our own lives can make your character and story more fascinating to your consumer as it feels rather real in some elements of choice. With this, we’re picking at your characters' headspace and knowing them as a person.
However, you want to do this in a way that is consistent; meaning, that the consistency at hand is the value conflict that is at stake. That’s the issue your character is struggling with.
Without consistency, you can make your character feel unreliable. This can make our consumers lose touch with your character and not have that relatability, Having this happen can pull the consumer out of your story.
How Do We Write This?
You want to prepare your consumer by having a consistent value conflict. You want to show the emotions and meaning that are attached to it. While being consistent with your value conflict, allow some inconsistently along in your story
~Vocabulary~
Consistent: acting or done in the same way over time, especially so as to be fair or accurate.
Inconsistently: in a way that does not stay the same throughout.
Negotiate: obtain or bring about by discussion.
Elements of Choice: one of the fundamental or irreducible components making up a whole.
Unreliable: not able to be relied upon.
Relatability: the quality of being able to easily form social or emotional connections.
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svartikotturinn · 1 month
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What I mean is, do you visualize your hands from your own perspective, or do you visualize yourself like in a (flipped?) mirror? Also, is your visualization very abstracted/‘unrendered’ or does it really look like you? (If you’re trans, has the way you visualize yourself changed when you started transitioning?) If you happen to be literate in a sign language (like, if you know SignWriting or something), do you perhaps visualize your thoughts as written text?
Please reblog for a bigger sample size!
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guess-ill-dye · 2 months
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I remember the day I started having inner monologue and fr the first thought I ever had was "Cool, I can think!" And then it was all downhill from there
Like I could have no inner monologue that would be nice
Like my dad doesn't have one, he just thinks silently
But he can't listen to music in his brain or imitate people's voices so ig it's fair
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