#indic scripts

[starleska]

ohh you're not slick Russell!!! we see how 'The Harvest Bringer' includes the word Harbinger 👀 but the question is...if Henry Arbinger was the Harbinger for Maestro...and Harriet Arbinger was the Harbinger for Sutekh...is Mr. Ring-A-Ding the Harbinger for someone else? and if so...who? 😱

[tlaquetzqui]

So there’s this weird construction in Japanese where they use the ga particle, which normally marks the nominative, to mark the object of a verb. Like you’ll say X no ki ga suru to mean something “gives the feeling of X”, but the literal translation of the phrase is “the feeling of X does”. Or there’s a scifi magazine called SF ga Yomitai, which idiomatically means “We want to read scifi”, but literally actually says “scifi wants to read”.

I wonder…is that a form, or perhaps a vestige, of the symmetrical alignment system as found in the neighboring Austronesian languages? Only instead of marking the verb with a different voice affix, they just mark the noun with a case-particle which means the opposite of what it normally does?

[hephaestuscrew]

When Minkowski hugs Eiffel in Ep31 Sécurité, she just grabs hold of him without making a sound, and the listener only knows about the hug because of the "oof" noise Eiffel makes in reacting to having "the wind knocked straight out of him", and the script directions say that Minkowski has "tears silently streaming down her face", and Eiffel is the one who directly acknowledges the hug verbally ("Don't apologise for hugging"). If all we had was Minkowski's side of the interaction, we probably wouldn't know that they hugged. 

When Eiffel hugs Minkowski in Ep54 The Watchtower, he first tells her "C'mere, give us a hug!", and he makes a happy sound of effort as he squeezes her, and Minkowski - under the influence of Pryce's restraining bolt - doesn't seem to have any reaction at all, which Eiffel doesn't appear to notice. Once again, if all we had was Minkowski's side of the interaction, we wouldn't know that they hugged. 

The question of 'in what ways is the hug made audible?' feels much more significant in audio than it would in any another medium, and I do think it reflects something about these characters and their willingness to be open with their affection. Minkowski "grabs him and hugs him" hard enough to knock the wind out of him, but she does so silently. In a somewhat similar but also very different moment of reunion, Eiffel "embraces her" and he's not quiet as he does it. There's something about how Communications Officer Eiffel is always the one who verbalises their physical affection, whether or not he's the one who initiated the hug. The closest Minkowski gets to verbally acknowledging a hug is through an apology; Eiffel is the one who makes the hugs real for the listener.

[maybe-boys-do-love]

TBD, especially since I know it explores different BL subgenres each episode, but after one episode Top Form has the feel of the mature heart-aching romances that always wind up as my personal favorites.

[skeletaltoad]

why is everyone suddenly saying travis is 15 years old. no he's not.

[cantsayidont]

April–May and August–September 1979. Here's an example of mid-period Superman/Batman team-up lunacy from WORLD'S FINEST COMICS: In WORLD'S FINEST #256 (above), Superman and Batman battle Lar-On, a Kryptonian werewolf (did they have wolves on Krypton? they had dogs …) accidentally released from the Phantom Zone. Unfortunately, the daughter of the scientist responsible for releasing him is scratched by the monster, leading a month later (in WORLD'S FINEST #258) to:

A were-unicorn? Denny, Denny … WTF? Is this a fetish thing?

The script asserts that because the disease is Kryptonian, it gives the werecreatures near-Kryptonian strength, so Sandy proves to be a bigger hassle for Superman and Batman than you'd expect. Worse, Batman, who's been more than usually dickish throughout, then undergoes a hideous transformation of his own:

Well, that's kind of scary, at least, although one can't help feeling like this dumb story is squandering the abundant talents of José Luis García-López, who nonetheless delivers some of the best art seen in this book since a couple of Neal Adams stories about a decade earlier. (The Superman/Batman story in the intervening issue, WORLD'S FINEST #257, was drawn by Dick Dillin and inked by Frank McLaughlin, which is uninspired, but at least better than George Tuska and Vince Colletta a few issues earlier.)

Still, like I said earlier, this is so dumb it's hard to resist, and the entertainment value of this run of stories is high. Who wouldn't want a whole trade paperback (or series of them) full of this nonsense?

[youngpettyqueen]

Hi! I'm back and saw the bad injury prompts you reblogged. 👀 Could you please do "I can't feel my legs" with Julian saying it? ❤️

thank you for your patience!! its been. a wild week. but I finally have the energy to sit and get this written out. ive been pondering it all week hehe

I went through a couple ideas before I settled on doing a missing scene style of thing set in The Siege of AR-558. this is set after battle, but before the conversation we see between Sisko and Worf right at the very end. ive talked about it on this blog before but it makes me absolutely feral that Julian gets shot and just. gets up and keeps going. forever chewing on that but I digress ill save my insane rambling for the tags

I hope you enjoy! I like writing Julian and Worf a lot, and I hope you enjoy reading them <3

Doctor Bashir can be a very difficult man to find.

Worf isn't surprised. This is a battlefield in its aftermath, naturally a doctor would be difficult to locate, especially one as quick and efficient as Julian. He stops to ask a few people who look to have been treated, and they all give generally the same answer; that they just saw him, and he went over that way.

Worf follows the general direction of all the pointing, and he finds himself in a tunnel leading to another part of the caverns. He starts to walk through, figuring he'll find the elusive doctor on the other side, where other wounded surely lie.

Instead he damn near trips over him.

Worf thinks it's a rock, or a dropped weapon, at first. But then, as he's taking a second to regain his balance, he hears a low, quiet groan. He looks down, expecting to find a wounded officer, and that's exactly what he finds.

Except the wounded officer is none other than Doctor Bashir.

Julian is half-concealed by the shadows, tucked right up against the tunnel wall and lying flat on his stomach. One arm is outstretched, like he was reaching for the other side, while he has his face buried in the crook of the other elbow. Worf had tripped over one of his legs, which is bent at the knee, like he'd fallen mid-step.

Worf drops to a crouch beside him. "Doctor Bashir," He says, but gets no response, "Doctor, can you hear me?" He places a firm hand on the doctor's shoulder, in case the touch might rouse him.

Julian flinches under his hand. Then he stirs, and he lifts his head, trembling with the effort of it. "Worf...?" He looks up at him, eyes squinted in the dark.

"Yes, Doctor," Worf replies, "What happened? Are you injured?" He questions.

Julian's head drops back against his arm, but he keeps it turned so that he's still facing Worf. "'Fraid so," He grimaces, "I was... I was shot. My side..." He manages to give a weak, indicative nod.

Worf nods. "I will assist you," He tells him. He gets a hold of Julian and, carefully, he maneuvers him onto his back. Julian grabs onto his arm, and there's a surprising strength to his grip. A strangled sound of pain escapes him, grinding out through tightly-clenched teeth. Worf can feel him trembling still, so he pulls him a bit closer, supports the doctor's weight against his own body, "Try to hold still. I must see the wound."

Julian nods wordlessly. He faces the pain well. It's difficult to make out, in the dark, but there's just enough light from the tunnel's exit for Worf to be able to see the large hole burnt away from Julian's uniform jacket. It's burnt right through, both jacket and undershirt gone, leaving raw, angry skin exposed to the dusty air of these caverns. He can see the glisten of blood, can feel it saturating the jacket as he places a bracing hand by the wound.

It's bleeding badly. Julian will have already lost a lot of blood, he needs to slow it until he can get him to one of the medical officers. He shifts his hand over and presses it firmly against the wound, and he keeps a firm grip on the doctor as his entire body jolts with the action. Julian continues to face the pain bravely, turning his face into Worf's chest and screaming against his teeth.

There's a part of him that threatens to get very, very angry at seeing Julian wounded. There's no honour in harming a healer, even some of the most bloodthirsty Klingons he's known would spit at the idea. It's an instinctual reaction, one he has to bite back. He has to remind himself that Julian was here not only as a doctor, but also as an officer. He was wounded as a warrior on the battlefield.

"I don't- I don't think I like that look, Commander." Julian wheezes, his weak voice drawing Worf back out of his thoughts. He's managing a small smile, teasing and boyish even in agony, but it's clear that he's struggling.

"The wound is severe," Worf replies. He doesn't see the point in trying to soften that information, he's sure that Julian, as a doctor, is all too aware of his current condition, "Why did you not seek medical assistance?" He asks.

"Didn't realize it was... this bad," Julian rasps, "My brain does this... funny thing, where I'll see people who need me, and... and nothing else really matters," He rests his head against Worf's chest, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. He looks nauseous, his brow pinched tight and sweat glistening on his forehead, "I hardly felt it till I collapsed." He manages to finish.

"I fail to see how that is funny," Worf gruffs, "Your dedication to your patients is admirable, Doctor. But now, it is you who requires assistance. Are you able to stand?" He asks.

Julian shakes his head. "No, I... I can't," He replies honestly, "I'm... afraid I can't feel my legs, Commander." He admits.

"Then you will be carried," Worf adjusts his hold, gets an arm under Julian's knees and pulls him against his chest. He pushes himself up with ease, the doctor's weight inconsequential as he cradles him securely, "Hold on, Doctor." He instructs.

Julian's arms come up to wrap around his neck. His head drops against Worf's shoulder, his face half-buried in his neck. He can feel Julian's shallow, quick breathing against his skin. He doesn't have time to waste.

Worf sets off, ducking out of the tunnel and moving into the next open cavern. With the injured doctor in his arms, he makes a brisk pace as he seeks out the first medical officer he can find.

[callixton]

barba and benson with an intense platonic relationship is my happy ending and i’m so glad the writers didn’t make it romantic. that said. there is something so entertaining about watching raúl and mariska make charged subtext out of the least meaningful dialogue in the world. they’re so insane and also so right for that

[mariocki]

Deported (1950)

"Signor Smith, do all of you Americans treat women so, uh... so directly?"

"I wouldn't know. Maybe."

"But why? Have you so little time to spare?"

[dennisboobs]

i love setting fic in '95 because '94 was a good year for music

[lestatitties]

Lestat, powdering his French cheeks with arsenic his entire existence

[bridgertonphd]

oh i’m in a pickle now, guys. either this is a mini phase that will die down in a few days or i’m already beginning a xena hyperfixation and need to watch the show pronto to minimize suffering.

[the-tzimisce]

the regular chaos legionaries don't even have room on their armor to write passages from the holy scripture

[buffabby]

i have bad melted soup brain today and i hate it

[aintgonnatakethis]

i don't think i can make anyone who doesn't have chronic pain understand the panic when you open your medication ordering app and see 'discontinued' next to your painkillers

[angelicdevil]

Like buddy please I am genuinely asking you to put down Tumblr for a bit and go do something you like, it is NOT healthy to obsess over people that don’t like you to the point you are making throw away blogs to ban evade. This is omegaotaku or whatever they were called levels of obsession