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tricky words I always see misspelled in fics: a guide

Viscous/vicious – Viscous is generally used to describe the consistency of blood or other thick liquids. Vicious is used to describe something or someone who is violent. 

Piqued/Peaked/Peeked – To pique someone’s interest is to catch or tease their attention. When something peaks, it reaches its total height or intensity. To peek (at) something is to look briefly, or glance. 

Discrete/Discreet – this is a tough one. Discrete means to be separate, or distinct, i.e., two discrete theories. Conversely, when someone is discreet, they are being secretive or cautious to avoid attention. 

Segue/Segway – one is a transition between things, the other is a thing you can ride at the park and definitely fall off of.

Conscious/Conscience/Conscientious – to be conscious is to be awake, i.e., not unconscious, or to be aware of something. Your conscience is the little voice in your head telling you not to eat the entire pint of ice cream. Finally, to be conscientious is to be good, to do things thoroughly, to be ruled by an inner moral code. 

Hope this helped! Please add more if you think of them!

Crazy that God needs a teacHer for something such as language. Being older than time itself (not to mention creating it) must really build up those cobwebs on the memory stores.

Happy Worm Wednesday everyone, today I will *checks notes* turn into a worm and DM my girlfriend

As a joke, once, I claimed I was a slut, an absolute whore, for poetry - well, maybe it's not entirely a joke - and you said, "If only I were poetry," - as per joking goes. But, oh, god you are poetry. The rawest kind of poetry. The kind that takes only special glasses to be able to read. You are art in its barest form - like the many interpretations of Lucifer's fall from Heaven. Your very being is the poetry I'd learn; if only to carve into my bones.

For your sake and mine, I hope this version of you - the one I hum soothing lullabies to at night - is merely just one that pays no fee to live on in my subconscious. I'm afraid I cannot repeat this. Im afraid I must. I'm afraid I might learn you were never real.

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to John Murry, featured in The Letters of John Middleton Murry and Katherine Mansfield

I had my chance, I missed them, or blatantly turned away; every single one. I had many chances. Now, this grief is entirely on me. I'll spare you of any final apology. I'm sorry. Goodbye. I hope you'll turn out to be well, whatever might the situation be.

I stole this from myself, lol. R.I.P. to this Deetzy when she wrote that.

( ; ´ᴗ ‿ ᴗ`)

What’re the vibes? More poetry or just hanging out (either is fine!)

As much as I'd like to cater to the aesthetics, we all know my maximalist ass can not keep up lmao

Realistically, I'll probably dish out a prosey piece or snippet when you're not looking, and when you do- BAM! shitposty asswipey memes or Deetzy lore drops.. it's a toss up mayhaps

(or me acting like the fucking grandmother i am, i.e. "can someone explain how you kids make those drunk words??" Translation: how the fuck do i italics)

Life is too short to keep it professional in the workplace, amp up that Workplace Whimsy folks!

Life is too short to keep it professional in the workplace, amp up that Workplace Whimsy folks!