#litmajor

[chikirya]

Replaying Lies of P and just thought...

Huh. I wonder if there's a fanfic out there where Carlo was a Bastard and Romeo was a Sweeper and the plot was a starcrossed lovers + political fantasy.

Literally Romeo and Juliet but ofc Romeo, instead of giving into the grief of losing his love, gave himself to Gepetto to be the King of Puppets??

Lies of P Romeo and Juliet AU??

Lies of P Shakespeare AU?? ((cuz idk Eugenie gives Benvolio vibes???))

[poeticflights21]

Third year of PhD and I guess I am finally closer to the good part where I start writing the chapters for my thesis, after two years of course work and thesis proposal seminars. But first, need to get the chapter on theoretical framework out of the way! While I was stuck on how to structure this chapter for quite some time, I am finally seeing some light now on how to go about it. Some days the solution doesn't present itself completely all at one go, you need to gently tug at it, pulling at its corners, making do with all that you can do with partial revelations, until you see better. PhD is following that one hunch until you someday see the mythical creature called clarity, which makes a divine appearance only rarely. But while this is frustrating more often than not, I guess I have always loved me some challenge. Here's to hoping I'll get to the end of this chapter soon.

#doctoraldiaries #PhDing #LitMajor

[stonedscully]

Wrote a sapphic style lipogram (no letter E) based on Sappho's fragment #94 and it looks so nice typed up on my typewriter 😁

[jacksonreads58]

Autumn vibes in the middle of the summer🧡🍂 I been learn how to make lattes, and I’m so proud of myself!! Also, I’m keep on trying my hardest my reading goal this year. During this quarantine I had a plan to read as many books as possible, but I got into a deep reading slump!!! 😭 I think I’m getting out of the funk, but I was a bit disappointed since I had a plenty of time to read.😣 Anyway, I’m currently reading Mindhunter by John Douglas, and I’ve been loving it overall. It is very informative, and it keeps you wanting to know about all these different cases that this FBI agent has gone through and gets you asking yourself a lot of questions. ✨🧐🔪 #books #bookstagram #booklover #booknerd #bookstagrammer #bookaddict #bookshops #booksbooksbooks #booksandcoffee #booksaesthetic #coffee #coffeeaesthetic #coffeelover #latte #booksandlattes #mindhunter #mindhunters #englishmajor #litmajor #autumn #authorsofinstagram #quarantinelife https://www.instagram.com/p/CDc6okTD9It/?igshid=1f7s4nesd0f9m

[btcmemes]

No bitcoiner cares about Craig and Roger. They bit the hand that fed them. 🤓 #presidentofrome #billshakespeare #classicliterature #litmajor #minorinbongology #cryptoschool #insession #grabyourbong #fieldtrip (at Griffith Observatory) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCd4WuQAy_d/?igshid=17o424e20xkoe

[fuckyeahfranzkafka]

"They’re talking about things of which they don’t have the slightest understanding, anyway. It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves." HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRANZ KAFKA!!! 💙💙💙

[yanagibayashi]

“It started with Marina. I read her because I was reading Sontag. Susan Sontag loved Marina Tsvetaeva, and she didn’t love that many women writers, so I took note. It’s always interesting which women are admired by those women who seem to intellectually prefer men. Their prose couldn’t be more different. I always imagine Sontag as the character in the action movie that has to be called in from the van to diffuse the final bomb. Her language always clips the right wire. Her actions are quiet and precise, but in that precision they hold the most risk.

Tsvetaeva, on the other hand, writes like the bomb itself. She moves between vibrating containment and impersonal obliteration. Her rage is automatic, her scale is mythical. She was writing as a single mother in total poverty at the start of the Soviet Union, and she knew herself to be powerless. Much of her diaries are about bread, how to get it, which baby to feed first when you find it. But her poems are about her own divinity. In a love letter to the aging, unwell Rilke, she writes: “Who could speak of [one’s] sufferings without feeling inspired, which is to say, happy—to keep it from sounding like confession: bodies are bored with me… The mouth I have always felt as world: vaulted firmament, cave, ravine, depths. I have always translated the body into the soul.””

from “Secret Canon” by Audrey Wollen.

[forthefosters]

Rhetorical Précis?

Who’s an English genius and wants to help me pass college? 😂😂😂

[thegreatrumpuscat]

Since last #November and a certain #election I've been rereading some favorite #dystopia #novels like this #philipkdick classic that I last picked up in college. It's so fun to see all my old notes; I've always seen my #bookcollection as a set of personal diaries both because I literally scrawl in them and fill their borders with reminders and phone numbers and movie-stub #bookmarks, but also because rereading a book always evokes my sense memory of all the other times I read it. Here's to #resistance #litmajors #themaninthehighcastle and the indescribable power of knowledge. #dystopianfiction #alternatereality #alternatehistory #fucktrump #bookstagram #bookstagrammers

[ame-thysst]

Current reads ✨

[emmareadsforfun]

Work work work work work work 🍒 how will y'all be spending your Friday?? QOTD: Other than fantasy, what's your favorite genre? 📚 .~*•*~*•*~*•*~*•*~*•*~*•*~*•*~*•*~*•*~*•*~*•*~. #sexingthecherry #jeanettewinterson #postmodern #postmodernism #books #fiction #literature #collegereads #college #englishmajor #litmajor #bookish #bibliophile #booklover #bookworm #bookcover #booknerd #hygge #cozy #bookblogger #blogger #bookstagram #emmareadsforfun (at Fredericksburg, Virginia)

[rye-thingsontheboard]

It's like... watching something that's so colorful deliberately outcasting a pale entity. It's like... waiting for something that will color its world without limiting its worth. Fade... Fade never; Never fade: Never. Sink... Sink not; Not sink: Not. It's lovely, it's fine, it's precious. Remain lovely. Remain calm, remain wise. A reflection about how woman deal with the grandiose of the world. #worldpoetryday #worldpoertyday2017 #womensmonth #litmajor #languagesandlinguistics #artsandwords

[yanagibayashi]

@apotpourriofchaos I'M TAKING NOTES FOR THE THING!

it’s hilarious to me when people call historical fashions that men hated oppressive

like in BuzzFeed’s Women Wear Hoop Skirts For A Day While Being Exaggeratedly Bad At Doing Everything In Them video, one woman comments that she’s being “oppressed by the patriarchy.” if you’ve read anything Victorian man ever said about hoop skirts, you know that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the truth

thing is, hoop skirts evolved as liberating garment for women. before them, to achieve roughly conical skirt fullness, they had to wear many layers of petticoats (some stiffened with horsehair braid or other kinds of cord). the cage crinoline made their outfits instantly lighter and easier to move in

it also enabled skirts to get waaaaay bigger. and, as you see in the late 1860s, 1870s, and mid-late 1880s, to take on even less natural shapes. we jokingly call bustles fake butts, but trust me- nobody saw them that way. it was just skirts doing weird, exciting Skirt Things that women had tons of fun with

men, obviously, loathed the whole affair

(1864)

(1850s. gods, if only crinolines were huge enough to keep men from getting too close)

(no date given, but also, this is 100% impossible)

(also undated, but the ruffles make me think 1850s)

it was also something that women of all social classes- maids and society ladies, enslaved women and free women of color -all wore at one point or another. interesting bit of unexpected equalization there

and when bustles came in, guess what? men hated those, too

(1880s)

(probably also 1880s? the ladies are being compared to beetles and snails. in case that was unclear)

(1870s, I think? the bustle itself looks early 1870s but the tight fit of the actual gown looks later)

hoops and bustles weren’t tools of the patriarchy. they were items 1 and 2 on the 19th century’s “Fashion Trends Women Love That Men Hate” lists, with bonus built-in personal space enforcement

[yanagibayashi]

“Something was happening with time, she thought, something not good. It was coming unglued, peeling apart. Two great tectonic plates of time were falling away from each other with a bleak rumble, casting a chasm between "then" and "now" for the next several million years. "Now" was silent, with jagged edges—deep sleep at night, and remnants of anger on waking, as if a war were being waged in that sleep. "Then" seemed constant and rhythmic from this vantage point, the light sound of a ping-pong ball striking a smooth table, a cloth of moments in which each thread was part of a larger pattern. She realized that the easiest way to begin a conversation was with "Remember when . . . " because there was something mechanical in this, like the movement of a hand soothing a baby, like turning on a radio station that plays only soothing music—all those sounds of songbirds, waterfalls, whales. "Remember when" took them back to one place, together. It was always an emotional moment, like when you ask someone to dance, and they answer with a gleam in their eye. Yes, let's dance. It was clear they were telling each other long-established versions of the past, a very familiar narrative, already recalled many times before, absolutely safe. The past is established. It can't be changed. The past is a mantra learned by heart, the foundations of memory that are tiled over with funny little stories of recollection. Like the one about how he used to shell nuts for her and set them out on leaves in the garden. Or when they both bought the same pair of white jeans—that was a long time ago, now they would be two or three sizes too small. Or her red hair, that layered cut that was fashionable then. Or when he used to have to run after his train when he was parting from her. The farther back you went the more stories there were—evidently with time they'd lost the ability to mythologize the little things in life, sentencing reality to the commonplace and the trivial.”

from ‘The Knight’ by Olga Tokarczuk (tr. Jennifer Croft).

[cutecutebibaforever]

Hi loves! Gumagarah kanah hap! Today, God reminded me of awesome people who still accepted me for who i truly am, endlessly Hahaha #connectingflight #lol #happiness #tabiana #cutebiba #litmajors #blessed #lovelove #cutebibatravels #bffs #longterm

[angclhyunjin]

of light and verse | jaebum

desc: you literally end up falling for the boy who sits at the back of your uber hard lit class. college!jaebum litmajor!jaebum. all the fluff. just super fluffy

word count: 1.913

requested by: @jaebums-sunshine​ [Jaebum college au/domestic au fluff!]

note: i wrote this at lit 4am but ummm my love as a lit major was too cute to pass up

oh my god ok COLLEGE JAEBUM

setting my heart on fire at the thought of my lit nerd headcanon for him

lets get into it!

so its freshman year and ur walking into your first lit class, a bit intimidated bc its like,, a course no first year dared to touch but u just wanted a cool sounding course so bad u jumped at the opportunity

its GREEK MYTHOLOGY!! who wud not hello

and ur excited until the professor opens her mouth

and ur blown away by how,,,,,,, interesting and riveting the whole thing is but shit is it going to be this hard throughout??

the first few classes involves you frantically taking notes and trying to keep up w the impossible pace this class is going

but theres this BOY

he sits right at the end while ur in front so u could pass him off as uninterested,,, taking the course for extra creds??? wrong

this BOY quips in between the lecture with the most fascinating comments, connecting the odyssey to so many modern works, to poetry and to music

and ur like,,, who made u,,,, how r u like this

ur kind of annoyed by how smart this boy is

its not like you dont get wtf is happening here, but how can he get it and SO MUCH MORE

and tbh ur kind of jealous but u didnt hear that from me. also he has the softest voice that creeps up behind u and makes ur body stir

wait what

so u work super hard

and like super hard, u finish all ur readings and do ur own research

but u still feel like its not enough

like idk who u think u are, u start living at the library

cup of tea in hand and a book in the other, it sounds optimal but the stress is lowkey making you lose ur mind

ur looking for a book in the aisles, a VERY specific one on sappho’s fragmented poems

and FINALLY u see it............on the top most shelf

ur 5′4″ self is SCREAMING

and u could ask for help but help is for losers

so u make the very intelligent decision to climb the shelves what?? no ones looking

ur almost there when

a hand

reaches at the same time as urs

u almost scream for real this time, shutting ur eyes real tight, letting go of ur meager hold on the shelf and falling back

like u have accepted ur death at this point

until???? wait??? you feel two hands around you and suddenly you’re not falling

“my god, are you okay??” how tf do i know this voice

you open your eyes to be met with the softest brown eyes, framed by these wire glasses

oh

its him

of c o u r s e

u literally dont know what to say until he laughs a little at you (an adorable, light noise that fills you up)

“this is probably not one of your greatest moments” ur cheeks are on FIRE

suddenly he notices his arms are still around u and he hastily places u on ur useless jelly feet

“were you going for the book on sappho? i didn’t know anyone else here knew it existed”

you’re about to stammer out a reply, not really ready to explain to the lit prodigy that ur trying to be at least half as insightful as him but he

squints at u

“wait, aren’t you in my lit class?? you are, aren’t you?”

he REMEMBERS ur invisible ass??? ok??? what doesnt this boy notice?????

u finally find your tongue, stammering out a “y-yeah, i was planning out my paper and needed a second reference”

wow is he lowkey impressed he stares at u for a bit

ur now hyperaware of ur messy bun and glasses, the old t shirt you’d tucked into mom jeans feeling so inadequate in front of him in his stylishly messed up hair n button up,,, how could someone be this pretty at 4pm on a sunday

“honestly, me too. but its okay, you can have this” 

he barely needs to reach up to get this book and ur like, looking at his shoulders as he faces away from u for a split second and man is he built

“are you sure???” you let out in an almost whisper “don’t you need this?”

“nah its okay i read it over the summer already” o yes of course

“i’m jaebum by the way” he smiles at you and ur stomach JUMPs

“i’m y/n” you try, and then blurt out “and also really sorry for this i’m like,, dumb as hell-”

“its no issue, y/n” his voice is HONEY as it says your name and you can feel urself turning redder

“i’ll see you in class then” hes gone as quickly as he arrived and ur still in shock because what the fuck

did that really happen or did u doze off after a caffeine crash again???

so the next day in class u walk in, heading towards your seat when  ur eye catches jaebum’s

and he gives u the BIGGEST SMILE

WHAT AN ANGEL

ur blushing furiously and manage a quick smile back

and thru/o ur so distracted bc u swear u feel his eyes on the back of ur neck but ur also too scared to look bc WOW WHY IS THIS BEAUTIFUL BOY STARING AT ME

so at the end of the class ur throwing all ur books into ur mess of a backpack when u hear a voice 

“so did you end up finishing the book”

its god jaebum, beanie hiding his tousled hair and trademark glasses on his nose

“no i still have some stuff to cover but its fine!! you can have it u want-”

“no, no i was going to suggest we do the paper together?”

is this ,,,, really happening

“i mean, sure” WHY ARE U AGREEING WHY DO U WANT TO DIE

“okay great! i’ll meet you in the library at 4?”

“okay see you then!!” u squeak out and dash

wtf was that

this man did not need ur help, he is a lit GOD

but ur there at 4, a little thankful for the heads up bc u managed to put some semblance of makeup on urself

and he walks in and ur heart is on fire again bc hes so pretty and he’s also so excited to do lit, lit makes this boy

u slowly ease into conversations w him, sappho being taken over by more personal deets

ok first of all, this boy has 5 cats

5

he shows u pictures of all of them, names and all, like a mom showing off her children

ur heart is so so full of this endearing boy

you keep meeting thru the rest of the week

on tuesday, he asks you ur favorite color

on wednesday, he convinces u to tell him ur favorite memory

on thursday, you tell him how vanilla ice cream is everything to you but u cant stand strawberry

on friday, he asks u for ur number

on saturday, he randomly texts you 6 pictures of his cat sitting on two legs

on saturday, you realize u have fallen for the boy at the back of ur lit class

u dont know what to do

this boy is so so dumb at heart but can also recite all of shakespeare’s sonnets by heart

like hes the cutest idiot u have ever seen

and ur falling super hard for him

ur friendship goes strong for a while

gradually u blush less frequently and get comfortable w him, going over to his place at times

the first time u go (for lit probably) he opens the door and ur greeted w the smell of disaster

like really it smells super bad

and hes frantic and panicky bc “i didn’t know how hard cooking was the tomato sauce is all burnt what did i do”

poor perfect boi is bad at cooking???

even surrounded w smoke and in a dirty apron he looks ADORABLE

and ur laughing and taking the saucepan off the stove for him, throwing his failure out and suggesting u just get some chinese

and he agrees w a sigh and ur like ur so dumb

and no ur definitely not trying to think abt how he wanted to cook for u

when u call him over u make spaghetti

red sauce

“wow so ur really out here triggering me like this”

“is it my fault ur an idiot sandwich”

“w o w”

he probably pouted and u probably made fun of it tho ur heart was crying 

so it goes on like this for a while

and ur always wondering ‘does this boy even like me like that’ bc he out here giving u so many signals but never making the move

like ur ass is never sure if he’s into u or just being nice

bc lets face it - im jaebum is the definition of nice

and its honestly getting kind of annoying

like pls tell me if u like me my heart cant take it much longer

u guys are at his, doing ur readings

you glance to the side and see jaebum reading intently, eyes flying over the words, relaxed and so sweet, a ray of light from the window falling on him and making his eyes radiate a dark brown

you dont even notice how long you’ve been staring until u hear his voice

“hello what r u doing”

fuck

“nothing! just,,,, you looked really pretty with the light falling on ur face. no i mean, look!! like, you’re pretty”

OK

WHAT

did u JUST 

SAY THAT

"not that that means you’re not pretty at other times!! i mean,,, you’re pretty all the time and its honestly really crazy” WHY ARE U STILL TALKING

hes just.... staring at u in wonder

and ur lik e wow this is it, this is when the ground acc swallows me up and i die

when his face breaks into this beautiful smile

“you think i’m pretty?”

his voice is so soft and pure

u r, on the other hand, about to collapse from embarrassment

and just nod and its like the day in the library all over

and he’s still smiling when he says “y/n, i think you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen”

your stomach SWOOPS

IS THIS REAL LIFE

“i’ve wanted to say that for the longest time” he breathes and you notice just how close he is

“thats just,, i mean wow i didn’t know...” u manage to say

he leans in a little closer and his hands r burning a hole resting on ur thighs

the light is very brilliant as his head dips lower, breath on ur lips until he fills the gap between you

and im jaebum is kissing you

you barely remember to respond, but when you do, he leaves light kisses on ur lower lip, hand coming up to cup ur cheek 

ur entire body is on fire as he draws you closer, your hands going into his hair and feeling for the first time how soft it was 

wow u had really dreamed about this huh

he draws back a little bit, face incredibly close to yours and asks u “is this okay?”

,,,,,,,boi

“more than okay, this is perfect” you press him closer and all else is forgotten

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