#reference: verbatim

[theannotateddean]

Someone somewhere blew a trumpet, and everybody looked at Ted. No doubt he was to lead them to wherever the play would be performed. All my imperfections on my head, he thought wildly.

Chapter 8, The Hidden Land

Ted is quoting the ghost of Hamlet’s father, Act I Scene V. This seems to be a case of an internal echo of word choice alone; there are no real similarities in circumstance:

Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd: Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head: O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!

[nacrelysis]

in spite of divine warning, orpheus looks back. eve eats the apple. pandora opens the box. chang'e takes the immortality pill. something something about in warning us against something, we humans are made aware that we had the choice to do otherwise. warnings often doom their listeners because we are reminded of our freedom to doom ourselves, or something.

[majimaisms]

im sorry you what

[untowardsthoughts]

thinking about johnny again DAMMIT. what would his 'narcolas' nickname be. how do you bully jonathan. jo-narc-than, maybe . anyone and everyone is free to contribute to this . help

[jonathanbyersphd]

"St*ncy is the only way" Yea girl to getting stuck in the suburbs 💀

[snakies-main-blog]

Thirsty Sebastian fans: Look at your butler, such a dork for planting your favorite roses.

Ciel: ...

Thirsty Sebastian fans: Ciel, how old is your butler? He's obviously gardening age.

Ciel: ...

Thirsty Sebastian fans: I don't know. I think it's kinda sweet. 🫦 ... Ciel, I want to fuck your butler.

Ciel: Oh really!

[kalkydra]

gintama 🤝 nbc community by being able to pretty easily sort the episode types into two categories: completely original stories that make you so emotional you genuinely feel sick. and stories that require Explaining The Joke / Reference every two seconds

[theannotateddean]

Laura came with her, hugging her elbows. Mother, mother, make my bed/Make for me a winding sheet/Wrap me up in a cloak of gold/See if I can sleep. They didn’t play that when they thought she could hear it, and they didn’t sing it at all. But she had heard. Patrick tagged along with them. They sat in the dry brown grass a few feet from the Well, and examined it. “Still looks wrong,” said Ellen. “I can’t get over that pink.” Laura looked up the hill she had rolled down, and then squinted sideways at the house. In case they were not going home, she had better see just what Claudia was up to. She set him in a golden chair/She gave him sugar sweet. Laura stared at the mullioned windows, the odd sprouting round towers with their drapes of ivy, the red-tile roof going in humps like somebody’s drawing of the ocean, until her eyes watered. But she saw nothing except what was there. She laid him on a dressing-board / And stabbed him like a sheep.

Chapter 9, The Hidden Land

Dean is very specifically quoting the lyrics of Steeleye Span’s version of the ballad, which does not quite match verbatim any of the versions compiled by Child under Child 155 but keeps the same story and uses various phrasings from different versions throughout the lyrics. The most notable change in Steeleye Span’s version is the removal of the blood libel endemic to most versions of the ballad; in this version, little Sir Hugh’s murderer is only described as a lady dressed in green and no references to Judaism are made whatsoever:

Mother mother make my bed Make for me a winding sheet Wrap me up in a cloak of gold See if I can sleep Four and twenty bonny bonny boys playing at the hall Along came little Sir Hugh, he played with them all He kicked the ball very high, he kicked the ball so low, He kicked it over a castle wall where no one dared to go Out came a lady gay, she was dressed in green "Come in, come in little Sir Hugh, fetch your ball again" "I won't come in, I can't come in without my play mates all For if I should I know you would cause my blood to fall" She took him by the milk white hand, led him to the hall Till they came to a stone chamber where no one could hear him call She sat him on a golden chair, she gave him sugar sweet She lay him on a dressing board and stabbed him like a sheep Out came the thick thick blood, out came the thin Out came the bonny heart's blood till there was none within She threw him in the old draw well fifty fathoms deep

See the Sacred Texts page to compare all Child 155 variants.

See Sir Hugh or the Jew’s Daughter / Little Sir Hugh / The Jews’s Garden for more info on contemporary recordings and some analysis of the song itself, including multiple excerpts of commentary on the blood libel.

[numiolaes]

i wonder how many people would stop bitching about the writing for this show if they could've binged it all and had at least one scene per episode where someone stated everything explicitly like that one scene w/ satan in futurama

[yessu]

honestly I'd love to get paid to transcribe podcasts/fix auto subtitles and stuff like that but my understanding of grammar apparently isn't enough to apply to any companies that'd accept freelancers because they have hyperspecific style guidelines o|-< please. i Like checking things for accuracy and copying things down. i would love to make a money doing it.

[devondespresso]

WIP Wednes-eekend: Summer Challenge Edition 

tagged by @stobinesque​ 💕💖💞 Im not sure if the summer challege edition is like. specific to your fics or not so oopsies if it is

The Rules

Post the file names of up to 5 of your WIPs for people to send you asks

Post a snippet of one of those WIPs

When people send you an ask with the name of one of your WIPs, write 3 lines of that WIP.

(Optional) Post the lines you wrote.

You can send multiple requests especially since this is going on through the weekend!

Also feel free to send as many as you want, im gonna devote my free time to this anyway so your just directing the adhd energy to a specific section

WIPs

Since I’m planning on just going wild on my Steve Henderson AU for the foreseeable future and I’m doing a lot of jumping around in it, I figured i’d list different chapters I’m working on as the wips (I also just really wanted to share chapter titles early because i put a lot of effort into making these meme references relevant and i think theyre funny) So in no particular order but definitely chronological because this is just chapters 3-6.5:

1. Get yo fucking dog, bitch (It don’t bite) (YES IT DO)

2. What the fuck kinda dog is that? (Bitch an interdimensional dog)

3. “Lab Work Ahead?” Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does

4. There’s one thing worse than a demodog (Boom) A Billy Hargrove (Actually yes)

5. ✨Bonus Chapter (Dustin pov): Can we go to the tunnels (*slamming*) Can we please go to the tunnels

Snippet

this ones from chapter 3 aka Get Yo Fucking Dog, Bitch

They pulled up to Steve’s again, this time into Steve’s garage connected to the front of the house. Steve hopped out, running over to unlock the door and crack it open. Dustin was still in his seat, looking around the room. Impressed with the house: a reaction that King Steve usually found validating but now made Just Steve uneasy.

Steve went over and knocked on his window before crossing back to the other side and opening the backseat door. Dustin turned around.

“You have your own garage?”

He nodded, putting two bags in one arm and grabbing a third.

“C’mon, are we in a rush or not?” he joked. Dustin climbed out, still distracted.

Steve pushed through the door, catching it with his foot before it could bump into the wall and waited for Dustin who was balancing three bags of his own.

They turned the corner and he set the bags on the kitchen island, Dustin still absently taking everything in. It took a few trips, but eventually they got all the meat on the counter, leaving the pasta and dry groceries in the car to save time.

“Alright, you start unloading stuff and I’ll find us some buckets or something.” he said, setting the last bag down and heading back to his garage, “And do not touch the knives until I’m back.”

“Dude, I’m twelve, I can hold a knife.”

“Just don't start without me, okay?"

"Five minutes and then I'm raiding your knife block."

Tags

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[studyinglogic]

That time shall be the time of great peace, perhaps even a 太���, for the word YARZG will appear, but in that peace will be sown the seeds of disorder as surely as wood grows from water and yang grows from yin. These seeds will be both obvious and subtle as the ways of the unseen one, which permeate all yet are touched by none.

I.

The first of these seeds, the first to appear, the first which shall usher in the caturyuga, shall be the use of words of more than five letters. This use will at first be tentative, for at first all will be believe the limit of five letters to be sacred, but the wielding of SONDER against JOROL and the strength of the emotion thereof shall prove decisive.

Ruin shall come quickly to that age; word will contend against word, and people will soon realise that to limit themselves to that frame is to invite their own destruction. What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! And so this shall be the age of unbinding.

II.

The second seed, the second to appear, that which will herald the second age of the चतुर्युग, shall be the use of words from other languages. All shall be overthrown, and the cult of Sapir-Whorf will rise from the ashes. This shall be an age of great instability as well as an age of great invention, for the field will be wide open as to how quickly words can be pronounced as well as how they can be written.

Abjad will rise against abugida; axe will hew axe. The chanters will meditate for inner peace and outer violence, developing the diaphragm in order to utter words in as few breaths as possible. The masters of seal and script will inscribe words on bones and bury them so that the words, when encountered, will explode into consciousness.

The refrainers will wear blindfolds, ceasing their sightfulness and stopping their hearfulness so that they do not encounter words, vainly attempting to leave the conflict. But this will not be possible, for awareness is not the same as escape, much less unawareness; tlalticpac is slippery, slick, and people will fall into evil as they slip in the mud. And this age will last a long time.

III.

The third seed, the third to appear, that which will herald the third age, will be the rise of the philologists, the lexicologists, the dictionary makers, the phonologists---those who keep their head and eyes downward, those interested in roots and beginnings.

Even as they stay trapped within their age they will attempt to analyse it; they will try to order the grammar of the world. For them, there is no deformity but in Monstrosity; wherein, notwithstanding, there is a kind of Beauty, Nature so ingeniously contriving the irregular parts, as they become sometimes more remarkable than the principal Fabrick.

Punctuation will be debated; words will be defined. They will look at their time and debate if they live in the degenerate age, if they are in the 末��, or if in fact they have looped all the way round to the 正法. The wise will contend over whether the कलियुग is equivalent to the 末法; reaching no consensus, they will pronounce themselves foolish.

They will search for the hidden structures, the first principles behind words. They will discuss whether true harmony comes from ἁρμός, a joint, or if it comes from 和, the concatenation of grain and a mouth. Order will not only be restored: it will proliferate, so that there are many orders, and none will know which is whole and which is partial. Those caught in this whirlpool will forget years, forget justice, be stimulated by the limitless, and thus remain in the limitless.

IV.

And then will come the sprouting of the fourth seed, the fourth to appear. The roots of this age will be sown in the one before it, in the call to first principles over the parochialism of the local. Everything will change when the mathematicians attack. But that is another tale for a another time, to be told by someone of greater worthynesse than I. Hwæt!

Wordle is running out of words. Only 2,000 five letter words remain. When that supply is exhausted the Creation shall begin. One day the word will be ZHURM, and all shall get it, and all shall understand it to mean "an ache from suddenly remembering a long-ago friend, who meant something to you once, but whose face you can no longer conjure". The next day the word shall be JOROL, and all will get it, and all will know it means "the melancholy confusion of passing by somewhere where you once could have died". The next day it will be GREFT, and all will understand it to be a small brown bird with white streaks found only in South America, and suddenly, it will appear, in the underbrush of the Amazon, in the streets of São Paulo, and all will know that it once was not there, but now, will always be

[depresseddepot]

uh oh!!!! starting to feel unqualified for the opportunities I have been given!!!!

[theannotateddean]

“The bright day is done,” said Benjamin, as if Fence were personally responsible, “and we are for the dark.” “See to thy torches, then,” said Fence. Benjamin seemed a little taken aback; then, shocking Ted, he laughed. “Aye,” he said. “Fire is the test of gold.”

Chapter 4, The Hidden Land

Here, Benjamin is quoting the first part of a (translated) well-known saying by Seneca:

Latin: Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros. Translation: Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of brave men.

This is clearly meant to reference the second half of the saying and give them all encouragement, while still playing off of Fence's original play on words.

[the-physicality]

jocks in jills i am begging your youtube channel to upload videos faster

[drowninginredink]

Things that would happen if House were to suddenly star airing again in 2025:

- They break into a woman's house just to steal and throw out her entire collection of essential oils that she's using instead of medicine

- A patient needs urgent surgery, but their insurance is denying it. House says "where's Luigi Mangione when you need him?" and storms out

- A teenager ends up in the hospital because he read too much fanfiction and started taking weird combinations of hormones in an attempt to make mpreg happen in real life

- A child has the measels because their parents didn't get them vaccinated. House yells at their parents thoroughly

- House yells at a lot of parents for not vaccinating their kids, actually

- and also just at unvaccinated adults

- when they are having trouble figuring out some case and House is frustrated, he says, "just say it's long COVID. Everything's a symptom of long COVID"

- for some medical reason, they perform an illegal abortion. Yes, they're in New Jersey where abortion is still 100% legal all the time. I don't think the writers care

- there are many more trans patients. House genders them correctly, but also pretty much exclusively refers to them with the t slur

- House goes on estrogen for an episode purely because of its ability to increase pain tolerance

- that "we have to check the patient's ass!" scene, verbatim, in its entirety