#ESPECIALLY when it comes to english

[sloyla]

I am pretty sure that Felix sometimes have those crises where he keeps telling himself "I am so dumb. I am so dumb. I am so dumb-" after doing just one single thing wrong.

Meanwhile his graduation document, his awards from chess tournaments looking at him like "Bro, am I a joke to you?"

[schnaf]

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[astrum-aetherium]

What do you think Henry whispered in Camilla's ear at the end? It's a moment that really stuck with me somehow and I love hearing theories about it

what can possibly be more personal, more ponderous and intimate than i love you?

i'm sure this is something everyone who has read TSH has previously wondered about. i know i have. what i also know is that the most common theory is "live forever", and yes — it would make sense, given that henry is undeniably a devoted little teacher's pet to julian, but it does seem a little melodramatic to me (specifically because julian did abandon them all in the end as well, lol). henry going out with a bang (literally) wouldn't be defined by something as simple as that, however much meaning is attached to it in theory. besides, we've all heard that theory a million times over. i'll offer a new one.

he's goddamn pretentious. to the bone. he refused to take his SATs and thereby consciously denied himself the opportunity to attend any prestigious schools (which he would've certainly gotten into and dominated) for singularly aesthetic reasons. you simply can't get more pretentious than that. i always say that he's too intelligent for his own good — to the point it no longer benefits him at times. just too smart to possess any ability to reflect on himself. almost amusing in that way.

therefore, i believe it was something along the lines of a riddle — something that would keep camilla puzzling over it for a long time succeeding his death. and yes, you can say that his suicide was an impulsive decision and all that, but he had been (even verbally) entertaining suicidal ideology way before he actually went through with it. plus, he just seems like someone who would have something like that — his last words — memorized and ready to go at all times, specifically at a time as dangerous as toying with the possibility of being detained and thrown in jail for murder. just a thought.

i'm almost 100% sure it was also in any language other than english, according to his customs. i've already elaborated on how pretentious he is. he wouldn't make it easy for anyone to figure him out that quickly, not even camilla. the i love you was just a premise, nearly nothing compared to the whisper. and if it's not english, then it must be one of the languages that he does know. assuming that it's either latin or ancient greek, he would go out of his merry way to make it as complex and hardly translatable as he can. he would apply the most archaic of archaic versions of those languages, even with one simple phrase. as i said, he would've planned it out beforehand deliberately. it makes perfect sense.

what it would be, however, is a whole other conversation of its own. maybe that very "i love you" or previously mentioned "live forever", just in a different language. that is the simplest answer i can offer. i like to dig deeper when it comes to mysteries such as this one, though, so i've been gathering my thoughts all day today in order to predominantly satisfy myself with an obnoxiously pretentious answer. how about: "to the stars" (kitsch but fitting, obviously convoluted, and in a different language) or a translated version of "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" — just to deride religion and tradition one last time. or, perhaps, "permanence". something that perpetuates his convicted disbelief in vanitas. "never gone"; "the conclusion". and i know, all of these sound dumb as hell in english, but do remember — they would be uttered in a different language, and in a complex way, too. to be mulled over; wondered about for a long time, even as a scholar.

someone needs to hook me up with ms tartt's phone number so we can settle this once and for all, lol. but then again, i don't want to know. i don't want a simple answer to such a mystifying, ponderous question. i'm fine with eternally musing over it — it certainly keeps me entertained.

[petr1kov]

it's so interesting to me to see how often people here seem to struggle with just ignoring a post that describes something they don't personally relate to because if i personally didn't do that, most of my experience here would be made up just of me questioning stuff i see people post. like, i am a brazilian girl who never set foot outside my country, on this painfully american website. seeing stuff i don't relate to is par for the course

[polteergeistt]

Late October 2023.

Wherever you will sail

I hope to be your harbor

I will hold your anchor

For my heart is your rock.

I want to go where you won't be

But you've been everywhere

And every little place keeps your trace

It's like you're everywhere

And there is nowhere I belong.

[viric-dreams]

I may have lost this painting when I quit my drawing programme, but I can offer a small writing snippet to accompany the WIP screenshot, so it's not all gone to waste:

“What are you painting?”

Tamara hadn’t heard Ockham come in, but the way the corners of her vision shift around her, harsh lines of light softening to a dreamy blur, she should’ve realised it much sooner.

“It’s the view from my bedroom balcony. In Varchas,” she says, choosing her words carefully in a tongue that still feels foreign and clunky.

Ockham squints, studying the painting with a furrowed brow, and the expression suddenly reminds her of her auntie. Tamara shakes her head, dismissing the illogical comparison. They clearly look nothing alike. They shouldn’t, at least.

Ockham’s hand traces along the line of a wall of mirrors, where it intersects with a planter containing long dead greenery, careful not to touch the still wet paint. She’s suddenly aware that the perspective on the planter is off, and makes a mental note to fix it as soon as she’s able.

“It is not a very nice view,” Ockham finally says.

Although it’s a somewhat rude thing to say, it’s not entirely wrong. There was nothing special or aesthetically pleasing about the view. She’d barely paid it any mind herself, in all of the years she’d lived and slept in that room. The part of her brain that had been slowly developing since she’d picked up this new hobby urged her to move some elements, give the piece stronger tones than the monotonous muddy yellow characteristic of Varchaasi evenings. But that would go against the aim of painting it in the first place.

“It is not a very nice view, no. But it’s the one I had, and if I don’t paint it how it was, I fear one day I won’t remember how it really looked like anymore.”

Ockham’s studying her now, and she wishes, not for the first time, that she had any insight into her flatmate and companion’s mind, whether it even worked the same way as a real person’s would. If Ockham would find her thought offensive.

“Ok.”

“Ok?” she repeats, confused.

“Ok,” Ockham nods, then moves away from the painting towards the door, “I go now to the market. Is there something not on the list that we need?”

She nods no, then catches herself and changes the motion.

“No, nothing.”

“Ok.”

Ockham is gone again. This time she hears the door click closed. With a sigh, she draws her brush across the canvas, determined to fix that planter before it cements itself as warped in her memories.

[crazy-fangirl2524]

The reason why English feels so distant and people find it easier to express their feelings and emotions in English is because English has become so common that it loses its meaning. The English language itself has evolved into just a means of translation.

[awek-s]

the person editing my piece for the anthology put my work through a translator…… 😣

[mossflower]

finished homestuck!! and adding it to my ever growing list of ‘media near-universally labelled as cringe that actually kinda slaps’

[chryblossomjjk]

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[mwagneto]

okay google how do i move out of eastern europe but stay in the eu but go somewhere i speak the language but somewhere that has healthcare and somewhere where i dont need to become a construction worker and also somewhere that is not germany. thanks

[kyouka-supremacy]

Akutagawa in fanfictions: Has a complexion as white and soft as delicate porcelain. His hair twirls in the most pretty way making him look always soft and composed. His small lips are candid and soft. His long black eyelashes appear perfect at any hour of the day. His eyes have the same color of the moon and the same warmth of the sun. He wears a nice scent of moss, perhaps pine

Akutagawa in my mind: Hasn't seen sleep in two months. His eyes are hollow and bloodshot and his skin is gray and coarse and stretched on his face making it look close to a skull. His lips are chapped. His pupils are black and bottomless. His hair is scruffy, untamed and uneaven and is likely to have never met an hairbrush. Probably stinks. Definitely stinks. Overall looks like a rabid dog

[miodiodavinci]

taking a moment to add my two cents i think

[wonder-worker]

It is difficult to argue that [Edward IV] was wrong in what he did. His advancement of [Richard of Gloucester] can be criticized only by those who believe that the only good nobleman is an impotent nobleman. Medieval kings did not think in these terms. Gloucester’s power was valuable because it ensured royal control of a significant and troublesome part of the country. Nor can Edward be blamed for not foreseeing the ends to which Gloucester might put his power. The duke had been a loyal upholder of the house of York, a central figure in Edward’s polity*; there was no obvious reason why he should not occupy the same role under Edward V. In this respect, precedent was on Edward’s side. Previous minorities had seen squabbles over the distribution of power, but no young king had ever been deposed. Even royal uncles traditionally drew a line at that, something which explains why Gloucester’s actions seemed so shocking to contemporaries and, perhaps, the reason why he got away with it so easily in the short term.

In the immediate sense, Gloucester must take final responsibility for what happened in 1483. However one explains the motives behind his actions, things happened because he chose that they should: there is nothing in the previous reign which compelled him to act as he did.

-Rosemary Horrox, "Richard III: A Study of Service"

*Richard was also, yk, Edward's own brother who had been entirely loyal during his life. The problem wasn’t that Edward trusted Richard, the problem is that Richard broke that trust in a horrible and unprecedented way to usurp a 12-year-old. Please understand the difference.

[hematomes]

in my ideal little world we could talk about diluc and kaeya's relationship and how its (probably purposeful) ambiguousity in the base material serves as a great example of the limits of translation and of how the choices translators make can drastically impact the entire story without it delving into a ship war full of death threats, misinformation and ad hominem arguments

[milgramenglish]

🌺 I’m so glad to see the development we have for Shidou’s storyline. It’s so much more grounded, suits MILGRAM better, and makes more sense. The fact that the fandom got his murder wrong is one of the best possible outcomes and has completely changed my opinion on him.

Since discovering the question is of whether or not ending life support for and donating the organs of braindead patients (probably children) is ethical & not “this guy is a murder surgeon who yoinks his victims’ innards” I no longer think of him as a cartoonish murderer whose crimes are honestly puzzling to consider bc how was he getting away with it?? I see him as a guy who Really thinks he is Really a murderer because a traumatic & life shattering event changed his view on his job.

It also makes the lyric “ethics are a delusion” much less funny and a lot more “this guy is questioning whether his job is literally even ethical or not.”

I think it explains his behaviour around children as well—he is a father who lost his children and believes he has killed many others as well. He feels regret & shame mixed with his paternal instincts.

I wonder if his wife and children were in some kind of accident and he was holding onto the hope that one of them would survive? That’s my current theory. Either way Shidou Kirisaki I am so sorry for calling your vibes rancid and saying you make me uncomfortable I’ve changed my mind literally entirely <3