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deliasamed · 6 months

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What is a predicate? Predicate Types

What is a predicate? How does it work?

The predicate is what provides information about the subject. It answers various questions: What does the subject do? (Verbal Action): This refers to the action that the subject performs in a sentence. It is the central element of a predicate and often contains a verb. What is done to the subject? (Passive Voice): In some cases, the subject may not perform the action but instead receives the action. This is known as the passive voice. What is it like? (Adjectival Predicate): Sometimes, the predicate can describe the subject by using adjectives. This gives more information about the subject's characteristics or attributes. What is it? (Nominative Predicate): In sentences where the subject is being equated to something else, the predicate provides this information. This is common in sentences using forms of to be, like is, was, are, etc.

Types of Predicates:

Simple Predicate: This is the main verb or verb phrase that conveys the action or state of the subject. It consists of a single verb or a group of verbs acting together as the main verb. A simple predicate is indeed expressed by a verb in a finite form in any tense, voice, or mood. Here are some examples of simple predicates: She sings beautifully. sings (finite form of the verb sing) They have completed the project. have completed (finite form of the verb phrase have completed) He will study for the exam. will study (finite form of the verb phrase will study) The book was read by many people. was read (finite form of the passive voice verb phrase was read) She wishes she could fly. wishes (finite form of the verb wish) Compound Predicate: A compound predicate contains two or more verbs or verb phrases that share the same subject. Each verb or verb phrase in the compound predicate adds information about the subject. Compound Predicate Types: Nominative Predicate: A compound nominative predicate uses a linking verb like to be in finite form in combination with a nominative part that can be expressed by a noun, pronoun, noun or pronoun with a preposition, adjective, participle, infinitive, or gerund. Here are examples using these verbs: Noun or Pronoun: She is a doctor. The winner is John. The book is yours. It is she. Noun or Pronoun with Preposition: The room is in mess. The new manager is in charge of the team. She was in despair. He is against it. Adjective or Participle: Her dream is unreachable. The movie is fascinating. The cup is broken. Infinitive: His goal is to win the race. The plan is to build a new house. Their ambition is to travel the world. Gerund: Her hobby is swimming. The best part of the day is hiking in the mountains. His passion is cooking. These examples demonstrate how the nominal part of the predicate can take different forms but always serves to identify, rename, or describe the subject of the sentence. Additionally, other verbs like appear, become, grow, get, turn, seem, and look can also be used to create compound nominative predicates. The room appears brighter than before. He became a doctor. It grew warmer. It is getting old. She turned pale. They seemed tired. He looks ill. Verbal Predicate: This type of compound predicate contains one or more verbs that describe an action or state of the subject. It can provide more information about what the subject is doing. A compound verbal predicate combines a finite verb (a verb in its standard, conjugated form) with an infinitive or a gerund. The main meaning or action of the predicate is typically expressed by the infinitive or gerund, and the finite verb complements or supports this action. Here are some examples of compound verbal predicates: Combination of modal verb with infinitive: A compound verbal predicate can indeed be expressed using a combination of a modal verb and an infinitive. Modal verbs are auxiliary verbs that express necessity, possibility, ability, permission, or other similar concepts. When combined with an infinitive verb, they create a compound verbal predicate. Here are some examples: can + infinitive: She can swim. They can speak Spanish. could + infinitive: He could play the piano when he was five. We could go to the movies tonight. will + infinitive: She will finish the project by tomorrow. I will call you later. would + infinitive: He would like to visit Japan. We would appreciate your assistance. shall + infinitive: We shall meet again. Shall I help you with that? should + infinitive: You should exercise regularly. We should discuss this matter. may + infinitive: She may come to the event. May I use your computer? might + infinitive: He might be late. They might choose a different option. Combination of Infinitive or Gerund with certain Verbs: When combining infinitives or gerunds with certain verbs that don't carry a full meaning on their own, they often serve to complement the main verb and create a compound verbal predicate. Here are examples with various verbs: to begin + infinitive: She began to study French. We began to plan our vacation. to continue + gerund: He continued working on the project. The team continued improving their performance. to finish + gerund: They finished cleaning the house. He finished reading the book. . to like + infinitive: I like to go for long walks. She likes to eat sushi. to want + infinitive: They want to visit the museum. She wants to learn how to play the guitar. to intend + infinitive: We intend to start a new project. He intends to pursue a career in medicine. to avoid + gerund: She avoids eating fast food. They avoid discussing politics at family gatherings. to hope + infinitive: I hope to see you soon. She hopes to get a promotion. to promise + infinitive: He promised to help with the move. She promised to attend the event. to try + gerund: They try improving their skills regularly. I try not missing my morning routine. to decide + infinitive: We decided to take a short break. He decided to change his career path. Adjective with linking verb and infinitive or gerund When combining an adjective with a linking word and an infinitive or gerund, it can create a compound verbal predicate. Here are examples with both: Adjective + linking word + infinitive: She was happy to meet you. The news is exciting to hear. Adjective + linking word + gerund: The book is worth reading. The exhibit is worth visiting. Adjective + linking word + either infinitive or gerund: The concert was too loud to enjoy (infinitive). The solution was too complex to understand quickly (infinitive). The weather was perfect for hiking (gerund). The topic was interesting for discussing (gerund). What is a predicate? Predicate Types Subject Pronoun/ “One” and “They” as subject meaning Cleft sentence ( It was yesterday that…) “It” as a Formal Subject Subject of a Sentence. Types for definition What is Syntax? Syntax in English Read the full article

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barleywheaton · 7 months

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huh lookit this little chart

haha yes! i'm on weird youtube tonight!

#youtube #grammar #thought experiment #predicate

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pedro-pascal · 2 months

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SWANN ARLAUD + LETTERBOXD REVIEWS Anatomy of a Fall (2023)

#anatomy of a fall #anatomie d'une chute #swann arlaud #vincent renzi #filmedit #flawlessgentlemen #dilfgifs #dilfsource #*#me: this man better not awake something in me #my brain giggling: oh baby girl you are in for a ride #i am SO mad at myself. i'm so predicable sometimes #the review in french says: whoever decided to put swann arlaud in a turtleneck for 2h30 deserves an award by itself

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assignmentusa · 1 year

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luxaofhesperides · 4 months

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Soulmate AU: First Words + End of the World ; requested by @justwannabecat!

Duke has long since accepted that he doesn’t have great luck. Most things in his life tend to go wrong very quickly, or complicate situations he was already struggling in (see: being a meta and getting his powers in the middle of a fight). Having an incomprehensible soulmark is an unpleasant discovery on the morning of his nineteenth birthday, but not entirely unexpected.

He had been hoping for something simple, a common one like hi it’s nice to meet you or sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you.

What Duke gets instead isn’t even words.

Scrawled across his left hipbone is a string of symbols glowing a faint green. They’re not in a language he recognizes, and the symbols seem to move, shifting ever so slightly so they look different every time he blinks.

“Well,” he says after a solid five minutes of staring into the mirror, unable to rip his eyes off his soulmate’s words, “I hope theirs looks nicer than mine.”

He spends his birthday in a bit of a daze, enjoying time spent with the Waynes and his friends. It’s hard to be fully present when he’s all too aware of the soreness on his hipbone flaring up each time he moves. It’s hard to keep his mind off of it, wanting nothing more than to search for answers, unravel the mystery of his soulmate’s first words.

“Something on your mind?” Jason asks, as the attention shifts off of him for a brief moment as Harper and Cullen get ready to leave and everyone rushes to give their goodbyes,

Duke shrugs, carefully keeping his hands still so they don’t drift to where his soulmark is hidden beneath his clothes. “Yeah. Nothing you need to worry about, though.”

Jason looks him over critically, then nods.

Duke resigns himself to being investigated by the rest of the Bats. If he’s off enough that Jason had to comment on it, then that means everyone’s noticed and are trying to figure out what’s happened. They’re not going to ask him, because they think he needs space to work through whatever’s got him so distracted, but they’re also not going to just do nothing.

This won’t be the first time they’ve done this. Duke expects it. Frankly, it would be stranger and much more concerning if they didn’t try to dig up all his secrets the moment they caught wind of him hiding something.

He’ll tell them about getting his soulmark soon. Soulmarks can appear on any birthday between the ages of thirteen to twenty five; they might suspect he got his, but they won’t be able to confirm.

For now, Duke can keep his soulmate’s first words (whatever that gibberish means) to himself.

He makes the decision then and there, as his birthday party winds down, to tell them in a week.

And because his luck is abysmal, a world ending threat hits five days later and suddenly there is no time for soulmarks and first words.

Duke is the last to arrive at the Fortress of Solitude, hitching a ride from Superboy to get there. The biting cold and the harsh winds keep the place far from the reaches of the rest of humanity, surrounded by nothing but deadly white.

Desolate as the landscape is, it’s still in better shape than the rest of the world.

Things would be better if it was alien invaders. It would be more bearable if some sort of cosmic colossus tried to eat their solar system. At least then there would be something physical that they could fight.

Instead, the world is breaking apart, the sky and earth both fracturing to reveal glowing green faultlines. Timelines are getting mixed up and muddled; just yesterday, Duke had to evacuate a building that had been demolished forty years ago, then stop a gang leader who wouldn’t be born for another eight years from taking over a neighborhood block and holding the residents hostage. Strange creatures are appearing out of nowhere, crawling out of shadows and tide pools and from beneath the roots of trees, all horrible, monstrous things that go after people with teeth and claws.

The Flashes and the rest of the speedsters are nowhere to be found. The last time anyone get communication from them, it had been Impulse sending Red Robin a glitchy, barely audible video chat saying something along the lines of “trying to fix—unstable—keep us here—never been alive before.” All things that are very concerning to hear, made worse by the fact that no one had been able to contact them at all.

The quiet loneliness of the Fortress of Solitude is a welcome change from the constant screaming, death, and destruction that’s taken over Gotham as well as the rest of the world. Last he heard, even Justice League China was at the end of their rope.

“In here,” Superboy instructs, guiding Duke through the halls. There’s no time to look around at Superman’s secret base. All his focus is stuck on staying conscious for another few hours to see if this gathering of heroes is able to find a solution to the world breaking apart.

Batman stands besides Superman. Both nod at Duke when he enters the room. Wonder Woman is watching over John Constantine as he writes something on the floor, muttering under his breath. The rest of the Justice League lean against each other, visibly exhausted as they wait for Constantine to finish up what he’s doing. A few other heroes are here too, and Duke goes to join them where they lean against a wall, fighting to keep their eyes open.

“Hey,” he greets, voice low. “Hanging in there?”

Wonder Girl sighs. “Somehow. I don’t know how much longer we can do this. There’s just too much…”

“We’ll get through this. I mean, even without us out there, plenty of civilians have formed rescue and relief groups to help with keeping things under control,” Speedy says, gently knocking her arm against Wonder Girl’s. “We just gotta keep going. No giving up.”

“What’s this plan, anyways? I just heard that they needed me here to some attempt to fix things.”

“Well, without the speedsters, you’re kind of the only one who can help with time and power related stuff,” Speedy says.

“That’s definitely a stretch. My powers don’t really have anything to do with time. It’s all just light and shadow.”

Speedy shrugs. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you? Too late to complain about it now.”

Duke doesn’t get a chance to say anything else when a loud clap catches his attention. The entire room goes still and silent as Constantine stands up and surveys the circle and symbols he’s written, taking up an entire corner of the large room.

“Alright,” he says. “Time to get started. Remember, let me do the talking. If you have to speak, it’s only to back me up or when a question is directed to you.”

Batman nods to the other Justice Leaguers, and suddenly everyone is falling into formation behind Constantine. Duke hurries to join them with Wonder Girl and Speedy, taking a place on the edge of the group where he’s a little closer to the circle than the others.

Constantine begins chanting. His voice is steady though none of the sounds make any sense, refusing to form themselves into recognizable words, and the air the in the room feels heavier. The chalk circle glows a blinding white and Duke can see magic swirling through the air, his power kicking in the let him watch as reality tears and a glowing star in the shape of a boy comes out of it.

Duke blinks, forcing his power down. The hypnotic swirls of magic fade from sight, but the boy still glows, bright and terrible as he floats above the circle and surveys them all. A crown engulfed in blue flame hovers above his head and the fabric of the cosmos is draped over his shoulders as a cape.

Just from presence alone, Duke can tell that this figure is now the strongest existence in this universe. He hopes this boy king is kind; no one, not even Superman, would be able to beat him in a fight.

The boy king opens his mouth and speaks, but it’s not words than comes out. A strange static like sound emerges, but light and almost melodic.

His left hipbone burns.

Duke gasps, hand flying down to it, and the boy king’s gaze snaps to meet his.

The world stands still. No one moves. No one dares to breathe.

And then the boy king drops to the floor and walks out of the circle.

“I thought you said that would hold him!” Batman hisses at Constantine, who is looking more and more distressed.

“It was supposed to! I wrote it specifically to hold the King of the Infinite Realms!”

The boy king glances at Constantine. This time, when he speaks, it’s in smooth English. “Did you name the king in your circle?”

“Yeah, I named Pariah Dark… Bloody hell, you ain’t him, are ya?”

“No,” the boy king smiles, “I’m Phantom.”

The cape and crown fade away, and suddenly it’s not an all powerful, terrifying king standing before them, but a young man with white hair and green eyes who looks Duke’s age. Like he could be any other new generation hero in the room.

“Phantom,” Duke repeats lightly, just under his breath, but it makes Phantom look at him again.

He walks forward, ignoring the other heroes’ aborted attempts to stop him, coupled with Constantine’s frantic back off motion happening behind him. Phantom leaves the circle and the Justice Leaguers behind to stand before Duke, a soft smile on his face.

“Hi,” he says softly, “I dreamed of you.”

“You—what?”

“I dreamed of you. I have for years now. To think that being summoned was what made us meet—” Phantom breaks off into a breathless laugh.

Duke swallows, then drops his had from where it had been pressed against his hip. “So we’re really—? You have my first words too?”

In the corner of his eye, he sees Batman stiffen up. Maybe he should have just told them the day after his birthday, but in Duke’s defense, this is the definition of extenuation circumstances.

“First words?” Phantom repeats, “Is that… Do we have different soulmate connections?”

“I think so. Here, everyone gets the first words their soulmates say to them appearing somewhere on their body.”

Phantom’s gaze darts down to Duke’s hip, then back up. “Oh. I get dreams. Where I’m from, we dream of our soulmates, and the closer we get to meeting them, the more we remember the dreams.”

“And you dreamed of me.”

“I did.”

“As touching as this is,” Constantine interrupts, and Duke gets to watch as Phantom rolls his eyes, “We summoned you here for a reason. Our world is falling apart at the seams and we need someone powerful, from the Realms, to help us fix it.”

“Okay.”

“...What do you mean ‘okay’?”

“I’ll help,” Phantom says.

“Just like that? No deal to be made, no price to be paid?”

“Just like that. I’m not one for deals anyways. If I can help, then I will. But I do want to see what the problem is with my soulmate by my side, if you don’t mind.”

Batman steps in, fixing Duke with a steady gaze, a barely noticeable tilt of his head. “Signal?”

“Yeah I’ll go with him. Of course I will. The sooner the better, in fact, because everything’s gone to shit.” Duke turns to Phantom, taking hold of one of his hands. “It is really bad out there,” he warns, “If you need help—”

“I’ll ask for help from others in the Realms,” Phantom says. “No offense or anything, but if it’s really that bad, I doubt living mortals will be able to do much to fix things. It’s why I was summoned, right?”

“Right. Let’s get to it, then.”

There’s a flash of mischief in Phantom’s eyes, and cheeky grin stealing across his face for a moment, before he says, “Aye aye, captain!” and picks Duke up like he weighs nothing and flies up through the ceiling.

Duke is able to hear everyone’s surprised, panicked shouts before they’re outside the Fortress of Solitude and Phantom is flying them away. He only needs a few directions from Duke before he finds the first of the large fractures in the sky.

“Yikes,” is all he says, which is not a great thing to hear. “I think I know how to fix it, though. We’ll need to do a little investigating as to who, exactly, started messing around with reality, but once we find the source, it’ll be an easy fix.”

“That’s the best news I’ve heard all week.”

“Even better than meeting your soulmate?”

“I haven’t slept for more than four hours all week. Knowing there’s an end in sight beats everything else.”

Phantom laughs, throwing his head back and Duke can’t help but drink in the sight of him, so ethereal and bright and full of life. “Fair enough! Got any ideas as to where we should start?”

“I’ve got an entire crew of detective vigilantes,” Duke replies. He’s not taking any more chances. No more waiting to talk about important things; he messed up by keeping his soulmark to himself, so he needs to make sure everyone meets his soulmate before shit goes south again.

“Let’s go find them, then!”

They take off again, soaring through the skies that are barely holding themselves together.

The world is still ending, and every hero is being stretched thin, but held carefully in Phantom’s arms, racing head first into a solution, Duke can’t help but feel that everything’s going to be alright now.

He’s had enough bad luck. Now, his soulmate with him, bearing the title of King with grace, things are finally starting to look up.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #when its the end of the world but youre soulmate is here and ready to help fix it #meanwhile constantine had gone ON and ON about how dangerous summoning realms beings are #and all the precautions they have to take and how to be specific when making deals etc etc #it was supposed to be only the justice league but with the world ending they wanted their proteges and allies with them in case things #went wrong w the summoning. and with the rest of the bats helping out in gotham and around the east coast #signal gets to join batman. plus hes got his meta powers that could help in the worst case scenario #NO ONE predicated signal and the GHOST KING being SOULMATES #batman leaves for gotham immediately. updates the rest of the team w 'ghost king successfully summoned. he's signal's soulmate.'#and does not respond to ANYONE after dropping that bomb on them lol #they do all get to meet phantom when they join forces to find whatever doomsday cult caused all this #and the world gets saved!!#also. semi related to all this. the speedesters are gone bc time went wacky and they tried to fix things. but then the speedforce kinda #came to life and trapped them. so they have been lowkey eaten by the speedforce bc the speedforce is the true eldritch monstrosity here #anyways. thanks for the prompt!!#working on ur other two prompts now :)

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communistkenobi · 3 months

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I’m thinking about how administrative leave requests would work in starfleet and it’s gotta be a huge pain in the ass right. vulcans would probably need a special expedited leave request process for pon-farr, because they become violent/die if they don’t excuse themselves to have sex asap, but this is probably a narrow accommodation only granted to vulcans, so if they were dating a non-vulcan who had to go through normal, slower leave request procedures that would cause logistical issues cuz emergency pon farr admin leave only works if both parties can do it at the same time, so if you’re a non-vulcan dating a vulcan you would have to probably apply to get that accommodation extended to you, and because I’m assuming starfleet operates on the same punitive logics as contemporary bureaucracies do, they’d be paranoid about non-vulcans “cheating the system” by falsely claiming they were dating a vulcan to get their leave request expedited, so they’d probably require proof of marriage or long-term cohabitation with a vulcan in order for a non-vulcan to get approved for that kind of thing, meaning casual or otherwise non-normative vulcan/non-vulcan couples in starfleet would be administratively marginalised and (re)produce a culture deriding interspecies dating, especially because humans seem to be kinda default racist towards vulcans in star trek in general, so they would probably view a human dating a vulcan as getting “special privileges” for administrative leave even though it’s just a basic accommodation. this is a classic example of how administrative apparatuses operating on a liberal conception of equity can reproduce systems of racial discrimination

#tos.txt #also would probably need recorded proof of your species since humans and vulcans can have kids together so that would be a whole other thin #which would also definitely be racist #watching tos -> experiencing untold bureaucratic horrors at uni -> wondering how spock and Kirk would get approval for pon farr ->this post #like racism appears to be a systemic thing in star trek! perhaps if I use gay sex as an example racist tos fans will finally understandthis #+ also this is a vector of liberal acceptance eg gay couples being able to participate in the nuclear family so u would get institutional #normative acceptance predicated on exclusion of the non-normative #anyway .

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mxi-88 · 2 months

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horace knightley is the funniest ace attorney character

#.log #i always crack tf up playing case 2 thinking abt how knightley was literally just fucking chilling #liek so much of the case is predicated on how he was involved ina prison escape plot and then he just. Isnt #HE WAS JUST CHILLING!#aai2 spoilers #ace attorney #ace attorney investigations 2 #aai2 #simon keyes #horace knightley #manosouta #manosuke naitou #souta sarushiro #fanart #art #gyakuten kenji 2 #gk2 #B

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anneapocalypse · 3 months

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I think the war table map in Inquisition kind of obscures just how much bigger Orlais is geographically than Ferelden, but if you look at them on a world map of Thedas (borders are wobbly but important to note is that Orlais unlike Ferelden extends north of the Waking Sea), it is... a lot bigger. It's probably around twice the square mileage, though I don't have exact numbers.

Granted, a lot of the land out west that Orlais technically controls seems to be unlivable blighted desert! But also in terms of population, Ferelden is rural. It has a few major cities, but most of it is farmland. Several of the most important holdings in Ferelden--Redcliffe, Gwaren--are still not even cities, they're just towns and villages that happen to be in important locations or essential for trade. Ferelden is not densely populated, is my point here. We do not have canon population numbers that I know of, and I won't try to estimate, but I do think it's safe to say that Ferelden is significantly smaller in population than Orlais as well, and this is part of the reason an Orlesian invasion is such a threat--they're simply bigger, they have more people at their disposal from which to levy troops.

#land and labor are power and orlais has a lot of both #sometimes i see meta predicated on the idea that they're basically comparable in size #and i think that's an easy assumption to make but they definitely aren't #ferelden #orlais #dragon age meta #blunders of thedas

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benbamboozled · 1 year

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I would actually kind of like the “becomes a doctor and takes over Leslie’s clinic” story…for Damian.

NOT because I think it would be ~ethical~ or idk whatever-the-fuck.

I just really love the concept of Damian having this “I HAVE A BIG IMPORTANT DESTINY” backstory/lineage/bloodline …

…SON OF THE BAT, and all that jazz…

But when he connects with Gotham and the people in it—because Batman should be connected to the people he’s protecting—Damian realizes that he doesn’t actually WANT “his” destiny.

And it’s not about rejecting Batman or his father or his mother or anything like that, but instead about taking what he’s learned and what they’ve given him and shaping it to fit himself.

#Damian Wayne #meta I guess?#obviously no judgment for the people who like Batman!Damian—he’s just not for me.#i mean my dream Damian series is a pretty much entirely ‘mundane’ combo of noir and slice-of-life…#…to contrast his epic background with the regular fucking people that he’s taken on protecting by becoming a Gotham vigilante.#i think also one of the elements would be commenting on the Bats’ (and Bruce in particular) Control Freak tendencies…#and the theme that you really can’t ‘control’ life.#for example: an element of drama could be that Damian checks in with people during patrol/during cases but…#he still has to go to school and do normal life stuff. (or normal for him.)#so during the *day*—maybe one of his ‘people he is friendly with’ has some mundane bad thing happen to them and dies.#like idk maybe an old lady friend has a heart attack and dies.#what do you do when there isn’t an enemy to fight?#just ‘move on’? isn’t the whole reason they do what they do predicated on his father NOT accepting that he should ‘just move on’?#anyway there would also be metacommentary about the nature of comics and that…#…you don’t really have control about what happens after your series or after your run.#or even what happens to a character YOU create.

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masterchef901 · 9 months

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Some rampant Freckle theorizing (Idk how confirmed this is but we roll it (lackadaisy spoilers))

I was thinking about Freckle and the theory/general idea that he killed or hurt his dad and Rocky took the blame for it, and the more I think about it the more it explains a ton of Freckle's character.

Like, we'd have the obvious and immediate: he follows Rocky and does whatever he asks without question, because Freckle feels like he owes him a debt, one worth killing for. Not to mention, we have some more rationale behind Freckle's habit of trying to fix things when stressed, and his original intentions of becoming a cop, both of which may represent a sort of penance in his mind. Try to make things better to make up for how he made them worse. Get dangerous criminals off the street, to make up for the fact that he feels he is one.

But then we get a bit more in the details of things:

"Remember to always lie" lands a lot heavier in this paradigm, doesn't it?

But the way the other letters are framed right there with him make me think they're a part of the trauma too. That make me think that every single one of these weighs on him, makes him think: "Rocky's struggling out there because of me"

"He's suffering because I lied"

"I'm doing this to him"

"I ruined his life too"

and yet, at the same time,

"If I tell anyone then Rocky suffered for nothing"

And that would absolutely eat at someone. Eat at them enough that a particularly inflammatory letter would leave them curled up and broken in their room marinating amongst years of other accumulated pain.

And bearing this view of his past in mind, I speculate a bit on his defining trait in the present:

The oft-accepted explanation is that he's just a "natural killer", or that these acts of violence are in some way a release of other, possibly unrelated pent-up stress and anxiety. But bear with me a moment, and consider another angle:

You're a murderer. You've spent years lying about it. You threw your cousin under the bus. You lied to your mother. You're a murderer and you can never forget it. You always lie. You have to remember to always lie about being a murderer.

And then you kill someone again.

And this time it's in front of plenty of witnesses, it's to protect someone and most importantly: it isn't a secret to these people.

I posit that in this moment, Calvin "Freckle" McMurray is feeling honest with himself for the first time in years. He has internalized the feeling that he's a murderer, and now he gets to wear that, and be "himself", for what he feels that is, and he doesn't have to hide. He doesn't have to hide that he's a murderer anymore. In the most fucked-up possible way, Freckle is owning who he is. Maybe it's a stretch, but I think what we're seeing is the euphoria of relief, from a particularly twisted confession.

The next time we see him actually shooting again...

There's still some of that derangement, but it also seems to me that Rocky's doing most of the laughing. And maybe it's the involuntary mud-bath he takes after this panel, but...

That mania sure faded quick this time. Even though he's digging for it, trying to find it, the euphoria just isn't coming the way it did just a couple canonical days ago, and I think it's because there's nothing more to get from it.

The killing confession's been given, and there's no more relief to be found in trying to let himself be a killer. Now it's just... more bloodshed.

At this point, we've caught up pretty much completely to our protagonists in the story. From here, we move from the 'bear with me but' kind of speculation to just totally rampant guesswork. But what could this mean for our adorable gunman's future?

Well for starters, I think we'll see his work quality start to take a dip once he realizes he doesn't actually love it.

And for seconds, it means that he's probably not done riding the guilt train either. If anything, he might start working out his confusion, realizing just how fucked everything in his life is. Might even begin to resent Rocky for it.

And perhaps most interestingly in my mind is how this poor kid's emotional state is going to interact with his relationship with Ivy. After all, I feel like the very nature of the relationship is still settling, and we don't really have a clear view of how invested its members are in it. Maybe Ivy's just in it for some fun and Freckle's along for the ride and eventually the ride'll end and that'll be that. But, uh, something about the laws that govern narrative existence makes me think that this will perhaps not be the case.

Because suppose that Freckle starts feeling it more deeply. He might easily see his first true confidant in Ivy - someone who he owes no debt, who he's under no obligation to lie to, and who seems both aware of and okay with his homicidal tendencies. He could really come to lean on her a lot as he develops and navigates his trauma. And this leads to some outcomes:

If Ivy's willing to reciprocate that trust and vulnerability, we get treated to some absolutely delectable hurt-comfort.

If she isn't, she might back off, even sever things entirely as she's not used to dealing with this kind of baggage in a partner. Depending on how in-love Freckle's feeling at this point in this timeline, the sudden pain and isolation on top of his freshly re-opened trauma might be enough to send him into a complete mental break in the worst case.

And either way, and no matter which way anything goes, we get some absolutely killer drama.

#lackadaisy spoilers #theory #lackadaisy #the cats #i cannot stop thinking about the cats #lackadaisy theory #lackadaisy freckle #freckle #character analysis #but that analysis is all predicated on a theory that is unconfirmed #spoilers

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ahdriking · 3 months

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Y'all imma come out and say it. Sex and nudity in film and TV is cool, and I actually really like it. In fact, I'm MORE likely to watch a show if I know it has sex and/or nudity in it. Call me a freak, but I find there to be so much value in the expression of human sexuality, no matter how complex or banal. Provided it is non-exploitative to real people, sex and intimacy and nudity on film seems to me to be a vital component in the expression of the human experience.

#i cant be the only one #come on out ye lil gremlins and proclaim your depravities #in an ideal world most of the sex we'd see would be like emotionally investing and moving and predicated in a relationship with complexitie #being exercised through intimacy #like thats the goal #thats the pinnacle of sex on tv #but honestly? i'd so much rather have a million shows with bad and unecessary sex than have no shows with sex at all #also i find it titilating and whats wrong with that?#im an adult #im legally allowed to be titilated goddammit

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frostfeather13 · 9 months

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Given how Fontaine is just around the corner, Ive made a Bingo card with some of my ✨Predictions✨

Predictions I don’t think will come true. This was honestly just made for fun.

#genshin impact #fontaine #focalors #lyney and lynette #genshin impact lynette #freminet #lyney #arlechinno #predication #furina

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erisenyo · 5 months

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Since we’re talking max angst and interesting directions… perhaps something with Azula and Ozai? Not necessarily in a pairing way, though do what you will. Something to do with all the carefully-hidden fear and complete loyalty Azula has for him. If you’d like a prompt, everyone I’ve ever cared about has either died or left me, except for you.

For this prompt game! (And also this one!)

Warning for reference to canon child abuse ahead

“Father!” Azula snaps around, shocked outraged rising so unexpectedly through her control that it’s almost—almost, she’s not sloppy, not like Zuzu—enough to seep into the braziers burning around them. “What is the meaning of this!"

“I’ve decided to lead the fleet of airships to Ba Sing Se alone,” Father repeats, not even—not even looking at her as he says it, staring instead at those banners, at that--that phoenix.

“I thought we were going to do this together,” she grits out, clenching her abs and forcing herself to exhale slow and ignoring the way her fire wants to spark, wants to boil up out of her. She did everything right, everything he asked her to do and more!

She gave him Ba Sing Se, gave him Zuzu and her useless Uncle, gave him the Avatar dead and out of the way and so what if he came back, Azula did it and everyone knew, she did everything she was supposed to and now—

“My decision is final,” Father says, smiling up at the airship festooned with his new symbol, and Azula will perform fifty katas to perfection before dinner because the words unexpectedly burst out of her without her permission:

“You—you can’t treat me like this!” she snaps, nails digging into her palms. “You can’t—"

“Everyone I’ve ever cared about has either died or left me except for you, Azula,” Father interrupts, tone abstract and eyes nearly glittering with intensity as his gaze finally drifts to her, and Azula ruthlessly swallows the rest of it back.

“My brother,” he finally continues into the crystalline silence, pausing as if to see whether she will attempt another interruption—as if she’d be so foolish as to point out that the useless lump of a man left, and three times at that, and that just what Azula knows of it.

“My father.” Dead, and for the best.

“Your mother.” Dead, or she’d better be.

“Your brother.” A dead man walking, and Azula doesn’t permit herself to blink at his inclusion.

“All of them, every one of them, has left me,” Father murmurs, shaking his head as if in sadness, and Azula holds her shoulders back and loose and understands without allowing herself to think about it all the ways that left and died are the same.

“Except, of course,” he adds, almost as an afterthought, head cocked and his eyes hooded and intent on her face, “For you.”

Azula breathes in a steady, even breath, her inner flame perfectly still as she bows, perfectly correct. “Father—”

“You would never do that to me, Azula,” he interrupts, words soft and still cutting through the noise of the courtyard as she carefully doesn’t think of the everything he asked her to do and the more she gave him. “Would you?”

“Father—”

“You're so like your mother these days, you know,” Ozai interrupts, Azula holding herself perfectly at ease as he reaches out to brush a lock of her hair back into place, his right hand lingering over her cheek, his thumb tracing the ridge of her brow, fingers resting along her temple, her hair, firebender hot just like her own skin. “Do you remember her?”

They have spoken of her, occasionally, why would—

“No, Father,” Azula says, quickly adding on, “And I would never leave you, Father. Never,” she says, firm, confident, resolute with just that edge of brashness the way he likes it and never thinking of the new scar in the stone behind the throne in the catacombs, a scar from lightning she knows Zuzu can’t generate, he’s too stupid for it. But for all his uselessness Iroh on that ship had been able to—

Father suddenly smiles, slow, his fingers pressing over her hair, cradling the side of her head. “I know you wouldn’t, Azula,” he murmurs, and she keeps her eyes open as his palm drifts from the bridge of her nose to her temple, feeling the calm, calm, calm steadiness of her inner flame. “I know.”

#Not me replying to this...two months later?#I do enjoy all the angst and potential and tension in the Azula-Ozai relationship #that conundrum of your world view and sense of safety being predicated on being the best except if you show it too much...#asks and answers #fic writing #Azula fic #Ozai #my writing #Azula

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