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hes just a little guy!
#furry#furry art#furry oc#nofna#nofna oc#nofna.com#my art#art#digital art#anthro#anthro art#toon#toony#toony art#toony furry#aardvark#aardvark furry#fork as a verb
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Glass shop still hasn't called me back after I submitted my insurance claim so I guess. I need to call them tomorrow >:(
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The thing that annoys me most as a native English speaker learning a gendered language (Spanish) is how the fact that every noun/adjective is gendered, not just pronouns, and there’s no official/widely known and used gender neutral pronoun like “they” (besides elle), is how the genderedness of the language forces you to reveal information that you could keep hidden.
Like, as an example, opposite-sex friendships still get treated with the “ooooh do you LIKE each other haha” thing, so if I want to hang out with a male friend without getting questions about my relationship status, I could just say “I’m going to hang out with my friend” and that’s that. But if I said the exact same sentence in Spanish, there is no gender-neutral version of friend, it’s either amigo or amiga. The gendered grammar forces me to reveal exactly what the gender of my friend is. “Oh, you can say amigue” Except amigue/elle/the -e suffix is recently added to the Spanish language, so using this gender neutral form would in itself attract attention.
If I see an attractive stranger in public, but I don’t know their gender (maybe I’m seeing them from behind or they look very GNC), in English I can just say “excuse me, you look really nice today.” In Spanish, I would HAVE to put a gendered ending, I would have to say bell@, bonit@, etc etc basically forcing me to guess what gender they are and maybe I would get it wrong and accidentally end up offending them. It’s not about whether some compliments have gendered connotations (e.g. “pretty” vs “handsome”), it’s the fact that in Spanish the mere GRAMMAR of it forces me to make a guess/assumption of gender, whereas in English I can just say “you’re good looking” and it’s not that “good-looking” is gender neutral, it’s that THERE’S NO GRAMMATICAL GENDER THAT EXISTS AT ALL so it’s just a purely neutral statement and augh
#squiggposting#plus in spanish any time i want to say something like 'if you know someone who needs a job you can ask them to apply at our restaurant'#i would have to decide between like. do i use elle? do i use the passive form of the verb?#do i just say 'si tu amiga necesita un trabajo' BUT THEN I HAVE TO DECIDE BETWEEN AMIGO OR AMIGA#it's bad enough that i have to think about how a fucking spoon is feminine and a fork is masculine#but even when i'm talking to/about people who actually have genders i don't get to use the gender neutrality that i use instinctively in eng#not tf
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F is for Flippy (and a fuming furious Fliq) frantically fleeing from fanatic fans at a fall forest festival.
While I was feeling nostalgic over favorite childhood books, I was suddenly in the mood to make an alphabet illustration. Here you'll also find "Flounder fishing for French fries" and "Fix-It Felix fixing a fondue fountain for some foxes and a ferret".
I counted over 60 different F words and things represented here (although I could have also missed some). This includes technicalities like "face", "fur", "finger", "fabric", and "fast". Can you spot them all?
F (character from Mike Salcedo series)
fabric
face
fairy
fairy tale
fall (autumn)
fan (device)
fan (person)
fan art
fanatic
fangs
farm
fast
Felix, Fix-It
fern
ferret
festival
film
film reel
fingers
Finland
firefighter
firefly
firework
first (place)
fish
fishing (verb)
fishing pole / fishing rod
five (both Roman and Arabic)
fix(ing)
flag
flamingo
flee(ing)
Flerovium
Flippy
Fliq(py)
floaty
florist
Flounder
flower
fondue
food
foot / feet
football
footprint
footstool
forest
forget-me-not
fork
fortune teller
fossil
fountain
four
fourteen
fox
foxglove
France / French
Frankenstein's monster
frantic(ally)
fries
frog
fruit
fuming
fur
furious
furniture
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Falsify (Yandere Kita)
This was requested in pms on Quotev!
Title: Falsify
Pairings: Kita Shinsuke x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, amnesiac reader
Summary: You find yourself stricken with amnesia, but thankfully your loving husband is there for you.
falsify
/verb/
alter (information or evidence) so as to mislead
When you awoke, there was a certain blankness that you felt inside. You didn’t know where you were or even who you were.
The room you were in was small, only really fitting the bed you were lying on and an armchair next to it. The bed was soft, and you found yourself wondering who you shared it with, if there was anyone at all. You lifted your head from the pillow and winced- pain ripped through your head, making you lie back down and let out a soft cry.
You raised a hand to your head and found bandages wrapped around it. So you had been injured? Was that why you couldn’t remember anything?
The door to the room creaked open suddenly and you jumped in surprise. A man poked his head into the room, his white-and-black hair framing worried brown eyes.
“(Y/n), how are you doing?” his voice was hesitant and quiet, as though he expected you to start yelling at him.
“(Y/n)? Is that my name?” you muttered, pressing your hand against the bandages around your head again. The man’s eyes widened and his mouth parted in shock.
“You… you don’t remember?” he asked, “Do you remember me?”
“No, I’m sorry…” you apologized, “I don’t remember anything.”
The man was quiet for a moment before explaining, “I’m your husband, Kita. You fell down the stairs and hit your head. I was so worried, I thought you had-” he choked up, eyes flooding with tears.
“I’m married?” you wondered, “But I don’t have a ring.”
“It must have fallen off,” Kita said, reaching for your hand, “If I can’t find it, I’ll get you a new one.”
You couldn’t help but notice his ring finger was bare too.
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Kita was a doting husband, that much you could admit. He had found the ring that had fallen off your finger and, by God, it had a huge diamond.
He cooked every meal for you, bought you gifts, and took such good care of you. There was only one downside to your relationship with him.
He never let you leave the house.
You offered to go shopping with him, begged him to let you be a part of society once more, but he always had an excuse. Even though your head had healed, he insisted on you “resting”. Which basically meant staying in your room for eternity.
“Why won’t you let me leave the house, Kita?” you asked, swirling your fork through the scrambled eggs he had served for breakfast.
Kita was quiet, sitting across the oak wood table, watching you closely.
“It’s not like I’m going to run away,” you joked. Kita stiffened for a moment before relaxing.
“I know you won’t,” he responded, but offered no explanation, as always. You sighed and slid down in your seat, pushing your half-eaten meal to the side.
Kita frowned at your disappointment, “You know I love you, don’t you?”
“I love you too,” you replied, the words feeling foreign on your tongue, despite the number of times you had said it. He really was an amazing husband, even if he wouldn’t let you leave, so who were you to argue? Everyone had their flaws, Kita’s was just being a little possessive, right?
“Our anniversary is next week,” Kita said, “I was thinking we could go on a vacation.”
“Out of the house?” you gasped.
“Out of the house,” Kita confirmed with a smile. You beamed back at him, he really was the perfect husband.
To Kita, your amnesia was the best thing that had ever happened. Before your accident while trying to escape, you had been so disobedient and furious that he had kidnapped you. Now, you truly believed that the two of you were married, when that wasn’t the case at all.
All he had to do was reward you every once in a while, and you’d stick by his side forever, wouldn’t you? You’d believe his lie because he was all you had.
He could pretend to be the good guy, the loving, doting husband, when the truth was that he was a monster that had torn you away from everything you once knew.
Not that you’d ever find out, if he had his way.
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Watched all available episodes of Sousou no Frieren yesterday and loved it, but as a German I am. baffled? perplexed? amused? at the choice to use German words for characters and places. Like not German names, but words that no sane German wold ever call someone or someplace. Like the protagonist being called "to shiver". Not a name that means "to shiver" but literally just the German verb frieren = to shiver.
Here's some of my favourite examples that male me laugh:
Graf Granat trusting a dude who literally calls himself Count Liar. also when he angrily shouts his name "Lügner!!!" all I could think was "Yeah, he sure is"
there's a place that literally is called door. It's called DOOR. Imagine calling your town or city. door. Who does that. I'm still not over that. I had to pause the episode to not choke on my drink
A town called "outermost".
one of the places is straight up called blanket
"Schwer mountains"??? heavy mountains??? I guess they are
... size forest
the guy who's called fork
#frieren#sousou no frieren#this is not a complaint btw#I mean I have stories where my characters just have latin words for names so I really can't complain.#but the whole show is basically a try not to laugh or cringe challenge for me. at least in regards to the names
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Word changes...
All of the following is IMO, so YMMV. :->
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Anyone noticed how "weaponry" is used nowadays in places where "weapons" would work just fine (and is often more correct)?
Yes, they ARE interchangeable, sort-of, but it's clunky and sounds to me either slightly journo-pompous or like a failure to remember the right word so plugging the most similar one into its place.
ETA: I checked one of my dictionaries, and while "weapons" is more modern, "weaponry" is an obsolete word which has come back into favour. I wonder why...?
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"Decimate" turns up all the time, usually when the correct word is "devastate".
Merriam-Webster says: "It's totally fine to use 'decimate' as a synonym for 'devastate'. This is why."
Beg to differ.
As the M-W article points out, "decimate" originally meant a Roman military punishment applied to one man in ten of a guilty unit. (Initially execution, but this had a rotten effect on unit morale, so it was reduced in severity to fatigues, extra drill or restricted rations.)
That's now considered a far too specific meaning and only linguistic pedants dig their heels in. Quite right too, and I speak here as a (bit of a) linguistic pedant...
However, it remains a useful word for more generalised incomplete destruction of living things - saying a regiment, flock, herd or population was "decimated" implies there are some survivors without quibbling over how many tenths. If totally wiped out, however, that's when words like "destroyed" or "obliterated" are more appropriate.
On the other hand something inanimate like a factory, city or region would be "devastated" - and in addition, saying someone is emotionally devastated is understandable, but saying they're emotionally decimated is peculiar.
Two words, several meanings.
It's like cutlery: a spork can replace knife, fork and spoon, but individual utensils give a lot more precision and variation of use.
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There are also a couple of real howlers, not just transposed words but actual errors.
One I've heard several times is using "siege" (a noun, or thing) instead of "besiege" (a verb, or action).
For reference, there's a term called noun-verbing, and the practice is quite old: "table the motion / pencil you in / butter him up / he tasks me", but all are either when there isn't already a verb-form of the word, or as a more picturesque way of saying something.
(Interesting side-note about "table the motion": in US English, it means "to postpone discussion" while in UK, CA and I think AU English, it means the complete opposite, "to begin discussion". Why there's this difference, I have no idea, but it's worth remembering as a Brit-fix when writing, also in a real-life business context.)
There IS an existing verb for the action of surrounding a castle and cutting it off from outside help, and that verb isn't "sieged". It's "besieged" or "under siege". Anywhere using "sieged" as a verb is wrong. The Firefox spellchecker in Tumblr Edit Mode is telling me it's wrong right now.
Merriam-Webster, I'm looking at you again.
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There's also "coronate" used as a verb. "The King was coronated at Westminster Abbey". Nope. He was CROWNED.
Coronate is an adjective (meaning crown-shaped) and was coined in in the 1600s by a botanist, as a word to describe the shape of certain plants.
The current Royal-associated usage seems to be a bastard back-formation from "coronation", because the act of putting on a crown is the verb "to crown".
This is almost identical in German, French, Italian and Spanish, with noun and verb the same. The only difference is that their verbs have, what a surprise, verb-endings (-en, -er, -re and -ar) on the noun while English does not.
Because English doesn't like to make things that easy...
"Coronated" might be people trying to sound archaic, or those who've bought into the dopey "said-is-dead" school, who perform any linguistic contortion to avoid common words, and who've been taught that repetition in a sentence - "crowned with a crown" - is BAD.
Is "coronated at a coronation" in some way better?
Guess what's got uncritical examples...
If that's M-W scholarship, I'll stick to the OED and my old but utterly reliable New Elizabethan Dictionary, thanks very much.
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Language is funny: sometimes funny ha-ha, sometimes funny annoying, but often just funny peculiar, because English etc. etc...
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Top ten Danish sayings according to me
My ten favourite Danish sayings/turns of phrase (in no particular order), just because I love language. I say all of these regularly. Enjoy!
goddag mand, økseskaft – hello man, axe handle
This one is used when someone answers a question you asked in a nonsensical way or just in general when someone has said something foolish or nonsensical. you can read about the origin in Danish here.
det kan ske, det kniver med gaflerne – it may spoon it knives with the forks / it happens that the forks are in short supply
Not used in any specific situation other than when someone says det kan ske 'it happens', because ske 'spoon' and ske 'happen' just so happen to be homonyms. Additionally kniv 'knife' and knibe 'be in short supply' are almost homophonous, especially if kniv was a verb.
fra folk og fulde børn skal man høre sandheden – from people and drunk children you will hear the truth
This is not actually the saying, it's supposed to be børn og fulde folk, but it's more fun like this. Originally, this refers to the fact that neither children, nor the drunk tend to think too hard before speaking, thus they tend to tell the truth.
det haster ikke mere end det jager – it's no more urgent than urgency
Excuse my creative liberties here, as both haste and jage mean 'be urgent'. It is more or less synonymous with "take it easy, no rush" – a sort of Danish hakuna matata.
To me, as someone from Western Jutland, jager should always be pronounced jawer ['ja.wʌ] in this saying.
stå med håret i postkassen – to have gotten one's hair stuck inside the mailbox
A metaphor for when you are in some sort of trouble or problematic situation where you feel like you have no power to change your unlucky situation. Often used when you are disappointed as a result of being cheated somehow.
det kan noget – it does something
My best approximation of an English version is "it's got a certain je ne sais quois", because that's literally what it means. It does something for you, specifically, but you're not entirely sure what exactly it is that it does – but it works!
man kan æggehvide, hvad man æggeskal – one egg whites what one eggshells | one cannot know what one should not do
Another pun, I am sorry for being your literal dad, I guess. Basically æggehvide 'egg white' sounds like ikke vide 'not know' and æggeskal 'eggshell' sounds like ikke skal 'should not'
ikke nå nogen/noget til sokkeholderne – not being able to reach someone/something's garters
When someone/-thing is not nearly as good as someone/-thing else. You know, it barely reaches above their knee!
hvor der handles, der spildes – where stuff gets done, stuff gets lost
Exactly what it says on the tin. Its English cousin is "you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs".
fanden og hans pumpestok – the Devil and his pump stick
Yes, this is as vulgar as it sounds. This one is used last in lists of things that are excessive, e.g, vi skulle støvsuge, slå græs, fjerne spindelvæv, dampe gulvtæppet og Fanden og hans pumpestok 'we had to vacuum, mow the lawn, remove cobwebs, steam the carpet and God knows what else'.
Honourable mention for this one that I learnt while looking stuff up in the dictionary:
[ID: A screenshot from Danish online dictionary ordnet.dk of the entry for the saying 'anbringe bagdelen i klaskehøjde'. It explains the saying and additionally recommends the entries for smæk and øretævernes holdeplads. End ID]
Translation:
to place one's backside (ass, bum) in smacking height.
TRANSFERRED MEANING cause oneself to end up in a situation where one might very easily be exposed to criticism and negative reactions from one's surroundings – e.g., by speaking openly about a certain case USE informal
SEE ALSO spanking | the whoopings' parking space
#literally googled 'euphemisms for getting beat up' to find a translation of øretæver that i liked#the literal translation is ear beatings#but its about ~the vibes~ as is the trend for translations#anyway heres a post!!!#danish#danish language#langblr#Danish langblr#language#idioms#sayings#vocabulary#original
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u have made posts telling about your aac you use... would u b willing to share images of how you have it set up and maybe give tips for people working on making their own aac?
I would love to but I think it may give away my anonymity, since I like to share pictures of my different pages. I can share some details and organizing tips though! This isn't anything comprehensive, I think I'd need to spend a lot more time on that, but hopefully this is helpful for someone. For context, I use TD Snap Lite :)
I'll include a list of different word categories at the bottom under the cut, so if you're looking for types of words to focus on, you can skip to there!
Organization part 1
I keep all my commonly used words and folders for other words on my quickfires page, starting with basic communication words (yes/no, who/what/where, etc) and folders (conversation phrases, short responses, nouns, verbs, etc).
Then I have commonly used descriptors, connector words, actions, and nouns. All these are broad words like "thing" or "person," "and" or "because," and "go" and "fix." Even if I didn't have a button for a specific concept, I would still be able to describe it, like "the thing that is mine."
I organize the different buttons in rows on the same page, and try to group similar words together, that way I can find them easily.
I started with buttons for different bADLs (basic activities of daily living), which are bathing, dressing, grooming/hygiene, eating, toileting, and transferring/movement. Then I went to activities that I do every day, like studying, doing housework, or watching TV.
The idea is that I would be able to get through a whole day and be able to describe what I want, what I need, my activities, and what I don't want or need (the ability to say no is important, even for little things!)
Organization part 2
What words I have is important, but so is how I make sure I can find them easily. With TD Snap you can give buttons custom colors and custom border colors, so I use those to organize types of words, and types within those types (so verbs versus nouns, and then people-nouns versus object-nouns)
I also put the most commonly used words towards the right side of the screen, since I'm right handed and that means they'll be easiest to access.
I try to use pastels so I can read the labels, and I edit the text size of all buttons so I can see the symbol and label well. With descriptors, I try to group similar ones together, and group ones that have "opposites" either right next to each other or one above the other (words like up and down, or inside and outside).
Finding gaps
The easiest way for me to figure out what buttons I'm missing is by using my AAC when I'm near full spoons and can think about language well, like now. That way I know what I'm missing, and I can make a button and organize it in the moment without it taking much energy. Usually I'm missing different categories of words, like colors, or words to describe time.
Here's a bunch of word categories under the cut, starting with "essentials" and then moving on to common non-essentials! Feel free to ask me to include any other ideas
BADLs
Bathing (shower, bath, sponge bath, and related words you use for bathing)
Dressing (getting dressed, getting undressed, picking out clothes, words for different types of clothes)
Grooming/hygiene (brushing teeth, flossing teeth, brushing/combing hair, trimming hair, dyeing hair, cleaning piercings, washing face, shaving, makeup)
Eating/drinking (breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack, meal, types of food you eat, spoon, fork, knife, chopstick, bowl, plate, mug, water, warm beverages, napkins, and any other words you use for eating/drinking)
Toileting (bathroom, stall, toilet, sink, washing hands, soap, toilet paper, menstrual products, changing toileting equipment, and any other words)
Transferring/Movement (any mobility aids you use, transferring to/from mobility aids, terms for your aids, walk, run, jog. I included transportation words like "drive" and "car" in my section for this, but that's not necessary)
Essential communication
Yes (and variations)
No (and variations)
Maybe
Something else
I don't know
I need
I don't need
I want
I don't want
options for basic needs, so you can say "I need" and "use the bathroom" (eating, drinking, sleeping, waking, showering/bathing, using the bathroom, dental care, hair care, getting dressed, getting undressed, changing menstrual products, changing medical equipment, and transferring to/from mobility aids)
I consent
I do not consent
I revoke consent
Leave
Stay
Help
Fringe vocabulary for everyday activities and emergencies
Emergency words/phrases (I need a doctor, etc)
Personal info (name, age, etc)
Disability/mental health/medical terms that apply to you
Parts of the body
Types of injury/medical issues
Places you go
People you live with
People you interact with often
Pets names
Neighbors names
Carer or staff name(s)
Important belongings and things you use every day
Everyday hobbies (bike, watch show, etc)
Everyday to-do list activities (do laundry, shower, etc)
Action words (things one can do)
Common nouns (persons, places, things, and ideas)
Connector words (and, to, since, etc)
Feelings (positive, neutral, and negative)
Descriptor words
Colors
Direction
Size
Shape
Days of the week
Months
Seasons
Numbers
Describing amount (some, many, a little, few, all, none)
Describing time (then, now, before, after)
Temperature
Weather
Difficulty
Age
Texture
Personal opinion descriptors (nasty, beautiful, boring)
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Bad Omens
summary: after experiencing the most unlucky morning of his life, eddie is convinced that doom is on the horizon. all his friends think he's just being paranoid, but then jeff receives an unexpected request from you, eddie's little harbinger of misfortune.
pairing: eddie munson x dwm!reader
word count: 4,633
warnings: middle school, young!eddie, insecure!eddie, language, bullying, teasing, secret crushes, the unnamed freak is named grant in this series
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It was a dull, dreary, rainy morning for all the students hanging out in the Hawkins Middle School cafeteria. They sat in small, quiet clusters around the room, eating, talking, scrambling to finish last night’s homework. Jeff was part of the latter group, and like everyone else, he was having a hard time staying awake.
While the rain pattered softly against the window, he sat slumped over the table with his chin on his wrist, struggling to resist sleep’s sweet siren song. His social studies book lay in front of him, open to his current reading assignment: something about the Incas or the Mayans (Jeff couldn’t keep them straight and, this late in the school year, he didn’t have the motivation to care). He kept reading the same sentence over and over, but the words always got lost in the fog of his thoughts. His eyes, listless and heavy-lidded, blurred with tears every time he—
Another yawn snuck up on him, threatening to split his mouth wide open. Jeff raised his head and surrendered to it, let it wash over him and then drift away, leaving little pools of moisture in the corners of his tired eyes. He wiped them away with his sleeve, put his chin down, and went back to reading.
“Dude, you gotta stop yawning,” Grant said. Then he let out a big yawn of his own.
He was slicing through the school’s frozen waffles with a fork. Inside the other compartments of his tray were two greasy sausage links, a cup of assorted fruit, and two cartons of milk. Grant always bought an extra milk because one was never enough.
“They’re too small,” he would say. “You finish one before you’re even halfway done with your food.”
“Boy, this is riveting stuff,” Scottie would answer. “Now, Grant, how ‘bout you share with us your thoughts on the basic four food groups? For instance, should fruits and vegetables really be grouped together?”
Then someone, usually Eddie, would tell Scottie to shut up, and that would be the end of it.
“God, these are awful,” Grant was saying now, while he stuffed a waffle square into his mouth and forced himself to chew. “Just look at ‘em. Pale, lifeless, cold in the middle. It’s like they have no pride in their product.”
“And yet you keep eating it,” Scottie said while he doodled in his notebook. “See, Grant? You’re part of the problem.”
“I have to,” Grant answered with a shrug. “You know I can’t go to class on an empty stomach. When I get hungry, my stomach growls really, really loud, and I’ve got a test coming up. Can you imagine what it’ll sound like in a room that quiet? Everyone will hear it and they’ll know it came from me. I can’t handle that kinda stress.”
Scottie’s doodling hand slowed. He stared at Grant with bored, blinking eyes.
Then he said, “I keep going back to the tombs. I feel like the tombs are crucial.”
Jeff lifted his chin off his wrist. “What?”
“He’s talking about his campaign.”
“Oh.”
Shocker. Scottie was always talking about his campaign.
“I still haven’t come up with a name for it,” Scottie said. “So far, I’ve got Into the Delves, The Delves of Dunmar, The Delves of Dunland, Digging in the Delves, Digging in the Dark Delves…”
“Why are you so stuck on ‘delves’?” Jeff asked.
“I dunno, I just like the way it sounds.”
“Yeah, but I thought it was about a tomb.”
“Well, what’s a delve?”
“It’s not a tomb! A delve is like a cave or something.”
“A hollow,” said Grant, “or a pit… a grotto.”
“It’s also a verb, which means ‘to dig,’ which would make half those titles kinda redundant.”
Scottie’s shoulder sank. “Well, shit,” he said. “Now I’m back to square one.”
He tore out the page and crumpled it up.
“Hey, where’s Munson? He usually comes in hot with all kinds of weird ideas. They’re usually shit, but sometimes there’s a little diamond hiding in there, and I pluck it out and shine it up real pretty until it glows into a sparkling, wonderful idea.”
Jeff cracked a smirk. “You’re like Rumpelstiltskin spinning straw into gold.”
Scottie squinted at him. “Rumple who?”
“Rumpelstiltskin. It’s a German fairytale. Sorry, my lab partner got her hands on a book of Grimm fairytales and now she’s like Mother Goose. She brings them to class and reads me her favorite ones. Except these aren’t nice, happy fairytales. These are like weird and creepy. Like in one, this girl gets kidnapped by a rabbit or something and is forced to marry him.”
“Oh, ‘The Hare’s Bride,’” said Grant. “That’s a good one.”
“You know it?”
“I know a lot of things I shouldn’t.”
Scottie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Grant, you’re just a well of knowledge. A giant, giant well.”
Grant ignored him and went on talking: “I thought she was into Lovecraft.”
“No, that was last month, thank God. I’m so glad that phase is over. Those stories are the stuff of nightmares.”
“Speaking of nightmares,” Scottie said. “Did anyone else get a weird call from Gareth last night?”
Jeff and Grant shook their heads.
“Well, he called me at like eleven o���clock ranting about the Antichrist and the end of the world. It took me a while to decipher what he was actually saying, but I guess he was watching The Omen last night, and a bird flew into his window and broke its neck, so naturally he started freaking out, like Gareth always does, and the whole time I was thinking, Dude, this why your mommy doesn’t let you watch horror movies. The kid just can’t handle ‘em.”
“Weird,” Grant said. Then he perked up and said, “Hey, here comes Eddie!”
Their friend had come gusting in from the rain and was now trudging through the cafeteria, stomping muddy shoeprints all over the tile. He had yet to draw back the hood of his black sweatshirt, which to the rest of the students, gave him a striking (and amusing) resemblance to the Grim Reaper. Some of them snickered as he passed. One girl cupped her hand over her mouth and said to her friend, “Go back to the graveyard, Eddie Munster,” and the girls tittered hysterically while clinging to each other. Eddie pretended like he couldn’t hear them, but he could. He always could.
He threw his backpack to the floor, ripped off his hood, and slammed both his hands onto the table.
“Guys, something horrible’s about to happen.”
“Yes!” Scottie said, pumping his fists excitedly. “Let’s fucking go! You’re all worked up. You’ve got that crazy intensity in your eyes. This is gonna be just what I need. Hold on, lemme get a new page ready. Make sure my pen has plenty of ink.” He scribbled with his pen, gave a satisfied nod, and settled back into his seat. “All right, gimme some straw, Rumpleskillskin.”
A deep crease formed between Eddie’s brows. “What’s he talking about?”
“Just ignore him,” Jeff said. He closed his social studies book and gave Eddie his full attention. “What happened, man?”
Eddie pulled out a chair, sat down, and dragged his fingers through his damp hair. “Okay, so last night I woke up with this horrible and just uneasy feeling, y’know? It was like this massive weight was just sitting on top of my chest. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. It was fucking terrifying.”
“What, you mean like sleep paralysis?” Scottie said. “Was a demon sitting on your chest, like in that…? Wait, what’s that painting again?”
“The Nightmare,” Grant said.
Scottie snapped his fingers at him. “Yes, thank you! ‘The Nightmare.’ Is that what you had, Munson? Did you have a little nighttime visitor? Did it whisper to you in the dark? Did it tell you secrets about the afterlife? Or maybe, you know, give you ideas for my campaign?”
“Oh, would you stop?” Jeff said to him, and Scottie threw up his hands, as if to say, What? I’m desperate!
“Keep going, Eddie. You woke up with a really bad feeling. What happened after that?”
“Okay, so while I was laying there, I thought back to what Gareth said earlier. Did you guys know a bird flew into his window last night?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Scottie threw down his pen in frustration. “That’s what this is about? The fucking Omen? Eddie, relax, the Antichrist isn’t coming, okay? You and Gareth just have overactive imaginations and like to drive each other crazy with your paranoia. You guys need to go outside and get some fresh air every once in a while.”
“What?” Eddie said. “I’m not talking about the Antichrist! Look, something bad’s gonna happen, you guys. I can feel it. And right now I’m having the worst day of my life. My alarm didn’t go off this morning, so I was running really fucking late. The roof started leaking from all the rain, and everything on my desk got drenched. My books. My homework. Everything. It’s all just ruined, so I dunno what I’m gonna do about that. Then the chain came off my bike while I was riding to school, and I crashed face-first into a puddle of muddy water. It was disgusting and I think I swallowed some of it. I had to walk my bike the rest of the way, and who did I see as soon as I got to school? Her. Because, of course, I would see her on the worst morning of my life. I see her every other morning, why would today be any different? She was just sitting on the steps with a book on her lap. I swear, it was like she was waiting for me or something. She smiled that smile and giggled that giggle, and she said, ‘Rough day, huh, Mudson?’”
Scottie stifled a laugh. “She called you ‘Mudson’? Okay, that’s actually kinda clever.”
“It’s not clever,” Eddie said. “It’s not funny. It’s not cute. Y’know Gareth’s all worried about the Antichrist, but… as far as I’m concerned, the Antichrist is already here, and her name is—”
“She’s not the Antichrist,” Jeff said. “Now you’re just being overdramatic.”
“Yeah, well, her giggle signals doom, so…”
Scottie said, “What, is she like a banshee or something?” and his eyes lit up. “Oh, a banshee, I like that. A banshee wailing in the dark. Shrieking… shrieking… Yes, I’m starting to feel it now. There’s definitely something there.”
He put his pen to the paper and tuned everyone else out. Meanwhile, Jeff leaned back in his chair and gave a solemn nod.
“Okay, Eddie, you had a bad morning, I’ll give you that, but that’s all it was, man. A bad morning. It doesn’t mean something horrible’s about to happen to you.”
“Yeah,” Grant said. “I mean, there’s a logical explanation for most of that stuff. Like your alarm not going off? You probably lost power at some point last night. The leak in your roof? Well, dude, you live in an old trailer and it was raining pretty hard last night. Leaks like that are bound to happen. It sucks, but it’s really not that weird. And chains come off bikes all the time. Same thing happened to me last month. As for your little doom-giggler, well… that girl’s always giggling at you.”
“Exactly,” Scottie said as he put down his pen. “She’s just your little heckler, Munson. Just a sweet little sixth-grader that likes to watch you squirm. God, I’d love to meet this girl. I wanna go up to her and shake her hand and thank her for giving me so much entertainment this year. I’m really gonna miss her.”
“Shut up,” Eddie said. He leaned onto his forearms and went quiet, simmering in his thoughts.
“Feel better?” Grant asked after a minute.
“No.”
“Well, have a fruit cup.”
Grant plucked his cup off his tray and set it down in front of him.
“Thanks,” Eddie said, and Jeff clapped him on the shoulder.
“Hey, relax, man. Try to look on the bright side. School’s almost out, summer vacation’s coming up, and we’ve got three months of D&D to look forward to. Scottie says this campaign’s gonna be the best one yet.”
“Yeah, I bet,” Eddie muttered. He stuck his fingers into the cup and felt something wet slap the top of his hand.
It was an orange wedge.
“What the fuck?”
He drew back just as a second wedge came skipping across the table. It landed beside Grant’s breakfast tray. Then a third bounced off the side of Jeff’s head—“Ow!”—and plopped onto Scottie’s notebook.
“What, is it raining oranges now?” Scottie made a sickened face and flicked it away. “Is this part of your apocalypse, Eddie?”
“No, I dunno what this is.” Eddie turned his head and—“God dammit!”
Andy Hauffman and Clay Howard were sitting a few tables over and throwing orange wedges at them. Andy said, “Thought you could use some vitamin C, Munster!” and fired another one. It clipped Eddie on the shoulder and left a wet mark on his sweater.
Jeff ducked down and said, “Wait, why do they think Eddie needs vitamin C?”
Scottie shrugged. “Because they wanna boost his immune system?”
Grant sighed. An orange landed on his thigh. “They mean vitamin D.”
“Oh,” Scottie said. “See, that makes more sense, because Eddie’s so pale and hates the sun.”
“I don’t hate the sun!” Eddie said, and winced as the next wedge gave him a big kiss on the cheek. He wiped the wetness away with his hand while Clay gave Andy a high five and said, “Nice one, dude!”
Eddie turned around and glared at them. Clay just laughed and chucked another one. Eddie swung his hand at it, missed, and got hit anyway. After that, he finally gave up and put his head down on the table. “I fucking hate this school.”
“Dude, just ignore them,” Scottie said. “They’re idiots, man. They can’t even insult you properly. Besides, you should consider yourself lucky they only throw fruit at you. Last week, they depantsed me and shoved me into the girls’ locker room. I’ve never heard so many girls laugh in my life. They’d never do that to you, though, ‘cause they’re too scared you might bring a knife to school and stab them.”
A stunned silence consumed the table. Jeff had his hand pressed to his forehead. Grant froze in mid-drink. An orange wedge struck his cheek and made it jiggle.
“Hey—” Jeff began in a low voice.
Eddie pushed himself to his feet, yanked his backpack off the floor, and stormed out of the cafeteria.
“Oh, come on, Munson,” Scottie said as he went by. “It’s funny ‘cause your dad’s in prison! Everyone thinks you’re gonna shank someone. Oh god, there he goes again… off to find a dark corner to brood in… Poor, Eddie, nobody understands you, waah, waah, waah.”
“Dude,” Jeff said. “Enough.”
“What?” Scottie said. “I’m just trying to toughen the guy up a little. If he thinks middle school’s bad, high school’s gonna be a nightmare for him. What, does he think people are suddenly gonna stop thinking he’s trailer trash? I had a stutter when I was six and they still call me ‘Suh-Suh-Sloman.’ Kids suck. They’re always gonna suck. He needs to accept that and move on.”
Scottie picked up his pen, put it back to the paper, and sighed.
“I went too far, didn’t I? Oh shit… I’ll make it up to him later.”
Grant finished his breakfast in silence. Jeff opened his textbook and returned to his reading assignment.
“You know what, though,” Scottie said after a while, “I kinda know what he’s talking about. There’s something in the air today. I dunno how to describe it. It’s like electric or something. I can feel it pulsing through my veins. Yeah, I think something really exciting’s about to happen, you guys.”
Jeff hadn’t given much thought to what Scottie had said, not until he sat down in his fourth-period science class.
It was the strangest thing. As soon as his back pressed against the cold metal chair, a tingle ran up his spine and made all the little hairs on his arm stand on end. Electric, he thought, and immediately shoved the thought away. Come on, get ahold of yourself, Jeff. He wasn’t about to get all worked up over some silly superstition.
At eleven-o-one, the door swung open and you walked into the science lab, your nose wrinkling instantly from the sharp lemon scent of disinfectant.
Oh good, Jeff thought. A weird, whimsical story from you was sure to mend his frayed nerves. All right, Mother Goose, what creepy tale do you have for me today?
You slid into the chair beside him, laid all your materials on the table, and said… nothing, absolutely nothing. This morning, you were oddly quiet. Disturbingly quiet. Instead of gushing about your latest obsession, you were staring at the empty chalkboard and tugging at your sweater sleeve. This made Jeff a little anxious.
“No stories for me today?”
You raised your eyebrows at him. “Hm? Oh, uhh, no… not today.”
The book of Grimm fairytales lay on top of your notebook, its cover lightly speckled from the rain. How long did you sit out there waiting for him? Jeff wondered. Ten minutes? Twenty? He could almost picture it: you sitting out in the cold, barely sheltered from the rain, huddled over your book, frowning miserably, trying to stay warm, trying to read, stopping every other sentence to look up and see if Eddie had arrived yet. Man, say what you want about her, but you gotta admire the girl’s commitment.
With this in mind, Jeff decided to shift to a different tactic. He leaned back and folded his arms over his chest.
“So… Mudson, huh?”
And just like that, your eyes sparked with life, like two little lightning bolts.
(Electric)
You placed your hand over your mouth and giggled. It was impish yet innocent, and it brought a much-needed smile to Jeff’s face.
“So he mentioned it, huh?” you said, delighted by the thought.
“Yeah,” Jeff said. “Yeah, he definitely did…”
“It just kinda slipped out, you know? He showed up all wet and muddy, and my brain naturally mashed the two words together.” To illustrate this, you smashed your fist into your palm. Then you broke up into giggles again. “Oh my god, you should have seen his face, Jeff. He was so pissed!”
“Yeah, well… Eddie’s not having a very good day.”
Your chest rose with a sharp breath. “Why? What happened?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jeff said, but he knew you would anyway.
You fell back against your chair, dejected, and dropped your gaze to the floor. In a small, guilty voice, you said, “It really did slip out.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jeff said. “Like I said, don’t worry about it, okay? It’s not because of you.”
The rest of the students came trickling in and class finally began.
Afterwards, while everyone was packing up and getting ready to go to lunch, you turned to Jeff and said, “Hey… uhh, you know that fantasy game you’re always playing?”
“You mean D&D?”
“Yeah, that one,” you said, and suddenly that strange, tingly feeling had returned. It had jumped off the chair and was now crawling up Jeff’s back like a big, hairy spider. He looked at you and wondered if you felt it, too.
(Or maybe he was just losing his mind. Or having a stroke.)
Jeff rolled his shoulders a few times, trying to rid himself of the feeling. Then he snatched his books and quickly headed for the door. You followed him out.
“So, umm, hypothetically speaking, how would one go about joining? Like, is there an interview or an application process? Do you have to sacrifice your firstborn child? What’s the procedure here?”
“Uhh, I dunno,” Jeff said. “Nobody’s ever really wanted to join before. Why? You interested?”
“Kind of… I mean, it may have crossed my mind. You know, you just make it sound so interesting when you talk about it.”
“Oh,” Jeff replied with a sly smile, “so I’ve piqued your interest, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
Jeff nodded, still smiling. “And this has nothing to do with your massive crush on Eddie?”
“No…” You paused, fell a few steps behind, and ran to catch up with him. “Is it that obvious?”
“Well, not to Eddie. He thinks you hate him.”
You cringed. “Yeah, we kinda got off on the wrong foot…”
“Yeah, you got off on the wrong foot and just kept on walking, didn’t you?”
“Hey, it’s not my fault! School really brings out the worst in me, you know? I can’t relax. I feel like I always have to be on the defensive. Middle school is basically hell on earth, and I’ve had to develop some really sharp edges in order to survive this place. Sometimes I cut people without meaning to. And he’s just so sensitive, Jeff. Every little comment sets him off.”
“Yeah, well, that’s Eddie for you…”
“A tragedy is what it is. He has all this potential, but he’s just wasting it! Right now he’s Bruce Banner, but he could be the Incredible Hulk if he wanted to.”
Bruce Banner? The Incredible Hulk? Boy, Jeff was really starting to regret lending you his old comic books.
“Look, Eddie doesn’t wanna be the Incredible Hulk, okay? He wants to be Bruce Banner. He just wants to blend in and be left alone.”
“Well… too bad! I want him to be the Incredible Hulk. And don’t pretend like you don’t agree with me, Jeff. Eddie would be so much happier if he would just stop worrying about what everyone else thinks. He can do it when he’s playing guitar on stage. Why can’t he do it at school?”
“Because Eddie’s a very complicated person.”
“I know. He’s fascinating.” You hugged your books close to your chest and let out a dreamy sigh. “I just don’t understand why he tries so hard to pretend he’s boring and normal. His crazy side’s way more entertaining. I’ve seen glimpses of it when he thinks nobody’s paying attention. Oh my god, Jeff, he’s such a little weirdo! He gets all dorky and hyper, but then he notices me watching him and, you know, runs away. It’s such a bummer. Like, stop teasing me with the trailers, Munson, just gimme the full show! It’s like he’s got a little monster hiding inside him, and I just wanna rip it out and unleash it on the whole town!”
Jeff put his hand up to stop you. “Okay, don’t ever say that to him. Ever. Trust me, the last thing Eddie wants to hear is that you think he’s got a monster inside him.”
You both turned at the end of the hallway. Jeff’s shoulder accidentally bumped against yours and he drew back suddenly, with a jerk. There it was again, that spine-tingling, unnerving feeling. Except this time it wasn’t in the air. It wasn’t clinging to his chair. This time it was radiating off you like some invisible force field. When Jeff touched your shoulder, he felt it surge through his whole body like a shock of static electricity.
“Oh my god,” he said, “you’re Eddie’s bad feeling!”
You scrunched up your face. “What?”
Jeff gave his back to you and broke into a near-jog. You chased after him, calling his name.
“Look, I’m sorry, but I can’t help you, okay?” Jeff ripped open his locker and dumped everything inside. When he closed the door, you were standing on the other side, staring at him with confusion. “I mean, what do you think’s gonna happen, anyway? You think Eddie’s gonna wanna date you or something? Because I can tell you right now that’s never gonna happen.”
A silent gasp escaped Jeff’s lips. You stared at him with a startled, wounded expression.
“Oh, damn it,” he said, and knocked his head against his locker door. “Hey, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”
“Whatever.” You sniffed loudly and wiped your runny nose on the back of your hand. “I mean, you’re probably right, anyway. It’s not like I’m blind or stupid, Jeff. I know I’m not exactly the prettiest girl in school.”
“Oh, come on, that’s not what I meant.”
“Yeah, I know what you meant,” you said, and wiped your nose again. “Eddie’s fourteen and next year he’s going to high school. He’s not gonna be interested in dating some twelve-year-old, not even if she was a lot prettier than me. I know that. I’m not delusional or anything. I’ve already accepted that my parents had sex two years too late, okay? I’m not quite tall enough to ride that rollercoaster. That’s why I need some time to… well, you know…”
“Get taller?” Jeff said, cracking a smile.
“Exactly,” you said, and giggled. “Look, I know Eddie doesn’t think very highly of me right now. I bet he thinks I’m really annoying, right?”
“Yeah… he called you the Antichrist this morning.”
“See, that’s… Wait, he called me the Antichrist? Seriously? That’s what he thinks of me? I’m the spawn of Satan?”
“Pretty sure he was just exaggerating.”
“Yeah, that better be some crazy hyperbole ‘cause I dunno how I’m supposed to recover from that.”
You both laughed at that for a minute. Then you squeezed your hands into fists and gave him a pleading look.
“I just need time, Jeff, and right now I don’t have enough. School’s almost over and next year Eddie’s going to high school. He’s gonna be gone for two years while I’m trapped in this purgatory that is middle school. This summer’s my last chance to spend time with him. To make a good impression on him. Show him that I’m not the Antichrist. Holy shit, I still can’t believe he called me the Antichrist! Like, I know he doesn’t think much of me, but that seems a little harsh, doesn’t it?” You gave your head a shake and refocused. “But, hey, that’s okay. I can dig myself out of that hole. It might take me a while, but I’ll get there eventually. And then maybe, like in a few years or so, he’ll start to like me, too… maybe… but I’m not expecting anything. I mean, don’t get me wrong, that’s definitely the ideal scenario, but I’ll settle for whatever I can get at this point. Shit, anything’s better than the Antichrist, right?”
You gave a helpless but hopeful shrug. Jeff rubbed the back of his neck, mulling it over.
“You know you’re putting me in a tough spot here.”
“I know.”
“And Eddie’s really not gonna like this.”
“I know.”
Jeff sighed. “Okay,” he said, and your face lit up like the sky on the Fourth of July. “But listen to me: if I do this for you, if I stick my neck out for you, you have to promise to be on your best behavior, okay? You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into here. This isn’t just a game for us, especially not for Eddie. He takes his D&D very seriously. It’s like sacred to him. He’s not gonna like you goofing around.”
“I won’t goof around. I won’t, I won’t.”
You did.
A lot.
Sorry, Eddie, Jeff thought, looks like your nightmare’s about to come true.
He walked into the cafeteria with his tray, found his friends sitting at their usual table, and sat down.
“Guys, I’m calling an emergency party meeting.”
Eddie’s whole body tensed with dread. “Why? What’s going on?”
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what are some of the most specific verbs you can think of
I realized halfway through that you were talking about REALLY specific verbs and by then it was too late.
So most of these are going to be verbs that you can actually use, just often in really specific situations. Many have other meanings today rather than what they actually meant at the time, but that's just how language is
mantear = to toss someone/something in a blanket (usually in celebration)
agonizar = to die slowly, to be dying
santiguarse = to make the sign of the cross
campeonar = to win a championship
enmadrar(se) = to become very close/attached to one's mother
afrancesar = to become like the French, to take on French mannerisms and culture, to act French
zarpar = to set sail
izar = to hoist, to raise a flag, to raise up (via ropes usually)
aguar = to water down, to add water to
acorazar = to armor up [lit. it meant "to put on a breastplate", but it has come to mean "to cover in armor" or "to add plating" similar to the verb blindar]
enramar = to cover in branches / to put in the branches
degollar = to slit someone's throat
añejar = to age [often said of wine or cheese] / to make something old
elaborar = to brew [lit. "to elaborate" or "to work on", it comes across as "to brew" for alcohol or when you're making soups or stews etc or just anything that takes a long time to get right; it kind of more literally means "to work on over a long period of time", that kind of "elaborate", but it can also mean "to elaborate" as in "to add more details"]
defenestrar = to dismiss / to throw someone out of the window
asomar(se) = to start to appear, to peek out, to lean out
[it literally means "to show up upon/above", but it can be "(for a storm) to brew", or "to lean out of a window"... it also shows up in the expression hablando del rey de Roma (y por la puerta se asoma) which is "speak of the devil (and he shall appear)", but literally "speaking of the king of Rome and he leans in the doorway"]
embarrar = to cover in mud / to muddy / "to sling mud", "to play dirty"
enlodar = to cover in mud
encanecer = to get gray hair, "to go gray"
ahorquillar = to make something forked / to make something look like a fork
velar = to stay awake / to stand vigil
[it also means "to put on a veil", but velar as "to stay awake" is literally just no dormir "to not sleep", so it can be "to stay up all night"; the idea is related to "vigil" as in "the people who stay awake to keep watch", so it can be understood as to defend or to watch over someone especially at night]
arborizar = to forest, to plant trees
dactilografiar = to type [an old word; it literally means "to write with one's fingers", today it's usually teclar or tipear or just escribir but this especially was when people used typewriters]
emboscar = to ambush [lit. it means "to put in the woods" or "to (hide) in the woods"]
soslayar = to lay something on its side / to bypass
rociar = to spray, to sprinkle [lit. "for it to be dewy" or "for there to be dew"]
compincharse = to conspire [lit. "to become accomplices", "to accomplice oneself"]
pavonear(se) = to peacock, to parade around [lit. "to peacock", where it's related to el pavo real "peacock"; sometimes it's "to strut" and is compared to the walk of a turkey or peacock]
cabalgar = to go riding (on horseback)
encabalgar = to enjamb [in poetry], to use an enjambment / to rest upon
desengañar(se) = "to come to one's senses", to become disabused of a notion [lit. "to un-fool oneself"] / to become disappointed (by the true reality of a situation, usually)
morar = to dwell
ensimismar(se) = to become withdrawn, "to go into one's own little world"
ladrar = for a dog to bark, to bark
mugir = for a cow to moo, to moo
maullar = for a cat to meow, to meow
empalagar = to cloy, to be sickly sweet / "to lay it on thick", "to be overly kind/sweet"
engatusar = to trick (with flattery)
empanar = to bread, to coat in breadcrumbs
cecear = "to lisp" [it's related to the pronunciation of C, Z, and S; where el ceceo is excessively lisping for some people, but regionally that's an accent usually in parts of Spain]
ahijar = to adopt (a child), to care for a child as if they were your own
prohijar = to adopt (a child)
amadrinar = to be a godmother, to sponsor a child (as a woman)
amadrinar(se) = to become a bridesmaid
apadrinar = to be a godfahter, to sponsor a child (as a man)
apadrinar(se) = to be a groomsman, to be the best man at a wedding
amainar = for wind/storms to die down
[can also be used for headaches or panic attacks, generally something involuntary or a force of nature "dying down" or "stopping"]
peregrinar = to go on a pilgrimage, to make a pilgrimage
veranear = "to summer", to spend a summer somewhere
untar = to spread or smear (butter/cream cheese, anything spreadable)
amistar = to make friends, to befriend
enemistar = to make enemies
empollar = to incubate, to sit on eggs [lit. "to en-chicken" and I think that's beautiful]
parpadear = to blink [lit. "to eyelid"]
enchilar = to make spicy [lit. "to add chilis to"; it also means "to annoy", "to bother", "to make someone angry", or to feel other negative emotions in some countries - probably because "spicy" is related to "anger" or feelings of resentment in some expressions]
desahogarse = to vent, to unburden oneself, to talk about one's problems [lit. "to un-drown oneself"]
canturrear = to sing to oneself, to hum, to sing under one's breath [I think this is a mix of cantar "to sing" and tararear "to hum"]
azogar = to cover in silver / to fidget
[lit. related to el azogue "quicksilver" which is the old word for mercury, it's believed azogar as "to twitch" or "fidget" is related to what people would do if they were suffering from mercury poisoning like from cinnabar]
encapuchar / encapotar = to cloak, to put a cloak on
embutir = to stuff, to pack / to stuff oneself, to pack food in your face, to wolf down
empachar, empapuciar, empapujar, empapuzar = to be sick to your stomach / to get indegestion / to eat (to the point of feeling sick) / "to be fed up", "to be sick of"
apedrear = to stone, to throw stones at someone (to death usually)
apellidar(se) = to take on a surname, to take a last name
[it's also "to be called" same as llamarse but for last names - like "my last name is"]
ningunear = to give someone the cold shoulder, to ignore someone [lit. "to nobody someone"]
desamar = to fall out of love
romancear = to translate into a Romance language [usually Spanish and/or Latin; but it means something a bit different now]
callejear = to wander the streets, to gallivant
algodonar = to stuff with cotton, to bunch together a lot of cotton / to insulate or block up (usually with cotton)
esquilar = to shear (sheep) / to cut off a lot of hair, to shear
desquiciar(se) = to become unhinged [lit. it means "to come off its hinges" for doors; but it came to mean "to lose one's mind" the same way "unhinged" does in English]
encarpetar = to file away / to put in a folder / to shelve / to bury in paperwork
merendar = to have a snack / to have tea time [lit. "to have la merienda" which in some countries is translated as "a snack" or "high tea", but it's one of the meals of the day like a light lunch or second breakfast kind of thing]
anegar(se) = to flood, to become flooded/inundated
escopetear = to shoot with a shotgun
desacralizar = to demystify / to remove the holy or godly quality of something, to remove what's intimidating about something
encastillar = to fortify / to place or lock in a castle
desafinar = to be off-key, to be out of tune / "to be/sound out of whack" [usually said of the voice or musical instruments]
desahuciar = to evict / to declare something or someone to be a lost cause / to declare someone is terminally ill
trajear = to put on a suit / to look nice / to get dressed up
neologizar = to make up new words or expressions
Also, there's embarcar and desembarcar which are "to embark" and "to disembark"... but literally it means "to get on a boat" and "to get off a boat", which now extends to other stuff
Also very specific - aterrizar is "to touch down" or literally "to land on earth", so it now applies to planes "landing" or rockets coming back. But in that same vein:
amerizar = to land in the ocean
alunizar = to land on the moon
amartizar = to land on Mars
And so on... so you could say ajupiterizar for "to land on Jupiter", or aplutonar "to land on Pluto" in theory
You also have a lot of cooking verbs like this - encebollar is "to cover in onions" or "to add onions", or a very specific but useful one is hornear "to bake" which is literally "to put in the oven". There's also endulzar "to sweeten" or salar "to salt". There's also aceitar or enmantequillar which are "to oil" or "to butter", related to untar... though I believe both aceitar and untar can also mean "to bribe" [standard is sobornar] sort of like "to grease palms" in a way.
...Things that are really specific but also commonplace because of cooking
Related but you have verbs like almibarar "to cover in syrup" or "to honey", or almidonar "to starch" for clothes where it's "to add starch"
I would also add two that are in some contexts really specific - acostar(se) which is often "to sleep" or "to have sex with" literally means "to lie down on one's side"; and tumbar(se) which is also "to sleep" or "to go to bed" generally means "to lie flat on one's back" which I think is related to how bodies were placed in tombs [tumbas] hence the name
Also important note: there are many words that gained additional meanings over time, especially in technology. The prime examples are encender and apagar where encender meant "to light a fire", but it came to be "to turn on (an electronic device)" and "to turn on the lights" - similarly apagar meant "to extinguish (flames/a candle)" and now also means "to turn off electronics/lights"; these actions probably came from lighting lamps or candles etc but became different over time
Another good example is navegar "to navigate" which originally meant "to sail in a ship" which came to mean "to navigate", and also today means "to explore" or "to surf the web online" or "to browse"
And of course, who could forget desparangaricutirimicuarizar which is from a tongue twister involving a town and a volcano, don't worry about it
#Spanish#langblr#spanish vocabulary#learning spanish#language learning#asks#language#languages#vocabulario#so much vocab
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all of you, a verb in perfect view
part 1: the calm before the storm
11.7k | 1/2 | mature | tags: dnf, fluff, angst, soulmate au, fake dating (kind of?), sharing a bed, pining
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“Are you and Dream together?”
“Shit.” George caught the fork at the last second. His heart was racing, but he suspected it had more to do with the question than almost losing the utensil in boiling water. “What’d you say?”
“You and Dream.” Sapnap’s small smirk was audible. “Are you together?”
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Or, despite being soulmates, they do nothing about it (well, okay, maybe not nothing).
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o 625 words to know in your target language o
There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order
• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal
• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation
• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,
France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location
• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing
• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color
• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person
• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job
• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God
• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art
• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage
• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food
• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool
• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio
• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body
• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature
• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material
• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner
• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective
• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction
• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season
• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number
• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December
• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time
• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift
• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous
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Summary: 11 year-old WMD Sephiroth is assigned a new handler/bodyguard, named Vincent Valentine.
(chapter 1 linked at bottom)
Chapter 2: Fried Chicken Family Dinner
******WARNING: REFERENCED TORTURE, CHILD ABUSE, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE******
******WARNING: HOJO******
Vincent didn’t come that morning. It was for the best, though, since Sephiroth had to go see the old professor, today. It was a regular part of his routine, but he had an instinctive desire to hide this specific thing from Vincent.
More than anything, he couldn’t bear the thought of Vincent seeing him, like that; a screaming, blubbering mess, drooling and stupid, strapped down to stop him clawing at his own body. Sometimes he vomited or pissed himself from the pain. He’d die of humiliation, if Vincent saw any of that.
He heard people talk enviously about his superior strength and his healing abilities, but a lot of times, he wished he didn’t have them. If he didn’t, maybe he wouldn’t have to keep going to the old professor to have these awful tests done on him, all the time. His one consolation was that they said he was getting stronger. He controlled himself better, every time, and he screamed a lot less than he used to. Most times he didn’t even lose consciousness.
This, however, was not one of those times. The old professor was abnormally strident, today, even for him, and when they wheeled Sephiroth back to his rooms, that evening, he was half catatonic, lying on the gurney, staring into oblivion, his green eyes glowing like fireflies, from the mako saturation.
His healing factor was frankly dizzying, however, and the chemical burns had completely faded from his ivory skin, before he even left the lab. By the time they got him to his quarters, his broken limbs had mostly healed.
When Vincent arrived, early the next morning, Sephiroth was as good as new, and there was no sign whatsoever that he’d been injured, at all. Vincent, however, had dark circles under his scarlet eyes, and was even more deathly-pale than usual.
“What’s the matter, Vincent, are you ill?” the boy asked, when he stepped in the door.
“I don’t get sick,” Vincent said curtly, which was how he said most things, and to which tone Sephiroth took no offense. “I had…trouble sleeping.”
“I don’t get sick, either. But I do have trouble sleeping. You should tell them to give you sedatives. They help a lot.”
“How was training yesterday? What did you do?”
Had my arms and legs crushed in a hydraulic press, my skin burned with caustic chemicals, got nearly drowned in a tank of mako, over and over, and was electrocuted until I vomited blood and passed out.
“Nothing special. Where were you?”
“Other assignment.”
The boy’s silver brows lowered. “You’re not bodyguarding someone else, are you? Because I forbid it. I won’t have your attention divided.”
“I’m not guarding anyone else, don’t act like a jealous wife,” Vincent replied, pointing to the door. “Breakfast. Move it.”
After Vincent became his handler, Sephiroth was given autonomy regarding his meals, and he chose to abjure the nutritional pastes, despite their efficiency, and eat in the dining hall, where everyone else ate. He had also refused the officers’ privilege of skipping ahead, and so the oddly matched pair became a common sight in the dining facility line.
People smiled behind their sleeves, to see the tiny, silver-haired nuclear bomb chatting blithely to his tall, black-haired, vampiric protector, as they waited in line, along with the rank and file, carrying trays, as if they were regular people.
An unintentional consequence of this, was that Sephiroth’s example shamed the other officers out of exercising that privilege, as well, and doing so immediately fell out of vogue within the upper ranks (except among the senior researchers, who only cared about getting nourishment as quickly as possible and getting back to work).
“Vincent, you’ve introduced me to so many good foods. Why don’t you eat?” Sephiroth asked, as he scooped up a forkful of fluffy, yellow scrambled eggs.
Vincent had a full tray of food in front of him, as well, but as per their usual, he would consume nothing, and Sephiroth would eagerly devour both their meals.
“No digestive system,” Vincent answered evenly. “At least, not a human one.”
“Mm,” Sephiroth nodded, when he’d finished chewing and swallowing. “I wondered if that were the case. You don’t have a heartbeat, either.”
“No heart to beat. I suppose you could say, I’m not even really alive.”
“Yes, you are,” Sephiroth contended, staunchly. “You don’t need a heart to be alive. Plenty of things live without hearts.”
“Like what?”
“Jellyfish, sea cucumbers, starfish, flatworms.”
Vincent’s shoulders slumped. “So…you think of me as a flatworm.”
“Well, not exactly. There’s some kind of materia in your body. Flatworms don’t have that.”
“Materia,” Vincent frowned. “How did you know about that?”
“I just know. I can sense its power all over you,” Sephiroth shrugged, without looking up. He was in the process of cutting his stack of pancakes into perfectly even twelfths.
“You just know? No one told you anything about me?”
“I haven’t asked. I would like to know what happened to you. But I thought you would rather tell me, than have me hear about it from someone else.”
“I did this to myself. There’s nothing to tell.”
Sephiroth’s eyes widened. “How could you do that to yourself? Destroying your major organs and replacing your heart with materia, would be—”
“I said, there’s nothing to tell!” Vincent snarled, his crimson eyes flashing a warning gold. “You are never to ask me about this again, understood?”
“U—understood,” Sephiroth faltered, taken aback by the perpetually mild-mannered Vincent’s abrupt shift in mood.
Just as quickly as it had risen, however, the storm passed. Vincent crossed his arms and receded into his cloak, till almost none of his face was visible. “No more talking. Eat our breakfasts. We have a lot of work to do, today.”
In the training yard, Sephiroth was practicing a new set of highly technical sword forms, that he’d devised himself. Vincent watched from the sidelines, with his arms still crossed under his cloak, so the boy couldn’t see his hands shaking.
Touching so close to that subject had terrified him so much, he almost swore he could feel the heart he did not have pounding in his disfigured chest. But he hadn’t said anything. He hadn’t broken the agreement. The old bastard wouldn’t call foul, just because the boy asked a question, would he?
No. He wouldn’t want to terminate their deal. Not yet. Vincent wasn’t fool enough to trust that sick psychopath, of course, but the man had some purpose of his own, in sending Vincent to take over Sephiroth’s care. That much was clear. Otherwise, he’d never have got within shouting distance of Lucrecia’s child.
Walking on tenterhooks around the subject of their complicated relationship to one another was a small price to pay, for being allowed to be close to the boy. This, after all, was the only way he’d be able to do what he had to do. The only way to gain absolution for Lucrecia. By cutting off this poisoned vine at the root. By killing her son.
As if he sensed the killing intent directed at him, the boy turned and looked at Vincent, across the training yard. His silver hair was hanging about his face, and his sword was pointed at the ground. For the briefest moment, an image of Sephiroth standing in this same pose, amidst a sea of flames, flashed across Vincent’s vision.
When he blinked, it was gone. The little boy was smiling at him, guileless and trusting. Proud of the skill he’d been demonstrating, and seeking approval from his mentor.
Vincent gave a slight nod of acknowledgement. It wasn’t much, but even that was enough to fuel Sephiroth for days. The child was so starved for human warmth, that the smallest word or gesture of kindness, or even the slightest affectionate touch, lit him up like a firework.
That was the worst part. His sweetness and vulnerability—his absolute innocence, contrasted with his superior intelligence, only made this all the more difficult. He was disarming and enchanting, and made one want to open their heart and let him crawl inside. The child may be an abomination, but even Vincent was not immune to his allure. A fallen angel was an angel, nonetheless.
Sephiroth was simply a different kind of being, to the rest of humanity. He was beautiful in a way that other people could never be. He was gentle and quiet, but as strong and sharp as steel. He was uncertain and self-conscious, but anyone who came close to him, he drew in and captivated, until they desired nothing more than to do anything and everything they could for him.
And his magnetism would only grow, as he got older and came into his own. An adult Sephiroth, at the height of his charisma and power, would be…a force of nature.
But right now, he was just a little boy in a cage. And the person he looked up to most was planning to slaughter him like an unblemished lamb, and make him a sacrifice, by whose blood the sins of his fathers would be washed clean.
When he thought of killing Lucrecia’s child, Vincent wanted to put Cerberus in his own mouth and pull the trigger. Not that it would do any good. He’d tried taking the quick and dirty way out, before, only to find that Chaos wouldn’t allow him to die.
Since he couldn’t atone with his own death, he must at least offer up those of the two others, in this thicket of thorns. He must rid the world of the monster they’d created, before it destroyed everything in its path, and turned the planet into a hell of fire and ash.
She had spoken to him, in that long darkness, and this was her wish. Hojo, the sinner. Sephiroth, the sin. Both must die, so the many may live.
He took his hand off the weapon in his holster. Not yet. Let him have a little more time. Just a little longer. Then, when the time did come, he would not waver. This was Lucrecia’s will, and Vincent must be her blade. It was the least he could do, for the one he’d failed so utterly.
Wasn’t it?
“Vincent, do you know what I want to eat for supper?” Sephiroth said, as they walked back toward his quarters.
“Spaghetti,” Vincent hazarded.
“Wrong! Tonight, I want to try something new. I want fried chicken.”
“Fried chicken. That shouldn’t be too difficult for the kitchen to make.”
“But I don’t want it from the kitchen. I heard some people talking about a place called an inn, in Nibelheim, where they make the best fried chicken in the world, or so they claim. I want to eat fried chicken from that place.”
Vincent balked. “You…want to leave the manor?”
“It’s close by, in the town. We won’t even have to take a transport. We can just walk.”
“Have you ever left the manor, before?”
“Well. No. But I’ve been looking at the town from the windows, my whole life, and I’ve never been there. Now that you’re here, I thought they might let me, if I go with you.”
“Sephiroth, this…this is not going to be an easy thing to get approved. You’re Shinra’s most valuable asset.” It also meant he’d have to speak to that person, but he did not say that aloud.
Sephiroth took Vincent’s big hand in both of his and tugged on it, looking up at him imploringly, with his large, long-lashed eyes. “Please, Vincent? Please, just ask? For me?”
Several minutes later, in one of the many top-secret areas, in the sub-basement of Shinra manor:
A dry, cackling laugh rang out, over the towers of bizarre lab equipment. “So, you want to take the boy to town, do you? Give the dog an inch and it wants a mile, eh?”
“It’s for one meal,” Vincent said icily. “Sephiroth has a right to experience normal things, like other children experience.”
“A right? He has no rights! He is an asset! An asset that belongs to me!”
Vincent crossed his arms. “Don’t you mean Shinra?”
“Yes, yes, of course,” the professor said, waving his hand dismissively. “I don’t have time for nonsense, so don’t come in here annoying me with these petty little things, anymore. Take the asset wherever you want to take him. Only, remember the leash I’ve got you on. And what happens, if you decide to try anything foolish.”
“How could I forget,” Vincent said, under his breath, as he turned and swept out of the room.
When he was gone, that deranged cackle rang out again, only this time it was uglier and even more gleeful. “Yes, take the boy out for treats, you stupid, dead dog. Sweeten him up. Make him like you. Make him trust you. All the better to teach him a lesson, about where he places his trust.”
When the two stepped out of the front gate of Shinra Manor, it occurred to Vincent that this was the first time either of them had left the place, in more than eleven years. It felt like less of a big deal than he would’ve expected. Nothing had changed, much.
As they entered the town, Sephiroth grabbed his hand, almost reflexively. Vincent’s nonexistent heart shattered into even more pieces. He glanced down at the boy, who was looking about, wide-eyed, at everything. Did he really have to kill this child? Was there no other way to avert the terrible fate she foresaw?
Nibelheim was a backwater nothing of a place, but Sephiroth had never been anywhere, so of course it was novel and exciting to him. Much like the very mundane foods he was constantly delighted by. The people he’d overheard talking hadn’t specified which inn, but the town had exactly one, so it wasn’t as if they could pick wrong.
To their discomfiture, the innkeeper and his staff appeared to have been waiting for them, and greeted them exuberantly as they entered the place. Sephiroth’s grip on Vincent’s hand tightened, but he had his placid, self-defense smile fixed on his pretty face, and no one would’ve suspected for a moment that his little hand was shaking.
“You’re the Shinra agent, right?” the innkeeper said, waving them in. “Manor called down a little while ago, said you’d be comin’ in. We’ve got a table all ready for you. Ah, this must be your son! Good lookin’ lad. Strong family resemblance, there, no mistake. Millie! Get out here and meet the gentleman from Shinra and his boy!”
Vincent was too dumbstruck to refute the man’s assumption, and Sephiroth just kept smiling and clutching his hand more tightly. Rather than correct the error, Vincent decided to let it slide and greet the innkeeper’s wife politely, in order to get this over with as quickly as possible.
She came out, drying her hands on an apron, cooed over Sephiroth’s prettiness and made more remarks to the effect of him strongly resembling his handsome father, and at long last, they were led to a table.
“Those people think I’m your son. They even said I look like you,” Sephiroth said, in an undertone, when the innkeeper and his wife had finally gone away, to let them look over the menus. “Do we really look so much alike?”
Vincent shook his head. “I think it’s just that I was holding your hand, and you’re the right age to be m—ahem—my…my son.”
“You can’t be more than twenty-five, though. I’m almost twelve,” Sephiroth pointed out. “How young do people breed, in this region?”
“Ah. Ha. I’m a little older than I look.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-nine. I was twenty-seven, when my body died. That’s why I look that age, still.”
“You died around the same time I was born,” Sephiroth said musingly. “What a strange—oh! I found it. I want this. The fried chicken family dinner.”
Vincent looked at the menu, where the boy was pointing. “It says it feeds a family of four. Hm. That might actually be enough food, for you.”
THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY:
vincent: i can totally kill this child nbd
vincent: A SLIGHTLY SCARY SOCIAL SITUATION? HIDE BEHIND ME MY SON, DADDY WILL PROTECT YOU
link to ch 1
link to ao3
#ff7 rebirth#ff7#vincent valentine#sephiroth#final fantasy 7#ff7 vincent#family#dinner#fried chicken#fluff and angst#vincent being a dad by accident#warning: hojo#miniroth#child sephiroth
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situation in which feanor is right: the renaming of Amrod. even in cultures where names don't have such a strong cultural and prophetic meaning, giving a kid a "bad" name is a weird move. most people would lowkey think that the parent is like, a bit of an ass. but in cultures where names bear a lot of weight, are considered prophetic and genuinely that important (like among elves, but also in actual real life cultures), a "bad" name is a genuinely awful move. and frankly, Tolkien is a bit weird with twins, where either they embody two antitheses (elrond and elros) or they're virtually indistinguishable (elured and elurin, even possibly elladan and elrohir), and with amrod and amras a tension with regard to this comes to the surface: they call each other ambarussa, so do other people, they're alike in mood and face, and in most texts they act in unison; except, if you dig enough, they are quite different at their core (for example, in his one attempt to distinguish them, Tolkien has one of them regret the kinslaying. the other? not even close.) all this is to say, both narratively and on the character level, amrod and amras struggle to be distinguished — and yet a personal identity strives to come to the surface of the text. they are alike, but actually not really. they perceive themselves as a single-named unit, but actually feel very differently at key moments. this problem of textual identity is juicy, because it's very in line with what might happen when two people, two twins are named the same by their own mother (which brings the level of the character to the level of the text, in-the-story matched by the outside-story metanarrative). a personhood that must, should be, and is there is denied at its origin (by the mother, by other people, by the writing) but develops as their paths fork. psychologically, this original denial is a shit move. their father is correct in begging for a different name (begging is the actual verb used in text). and going from the same-naming to giving one a "bad" name is a worse move than the first. it's petty and even more psychologically damaging, and there isn't even a single reason why their father shouldn't have changed that to something different, better both for the child and culturally speaking. the spiritual and prophetic importance of it goes on top of the personal impact, and it's a little weird to treat this name change like it's absurd. I feel sometimes people tend to make up stuff about characters (and sometimes Feanor in particular) so that a given situation fits their existing concept of who that character is: in this case, confirmation bias makes it so that a perfectly valid move is instead read as unreasonable or overbearing.
#Feanor#Amrod#quenta noldorinwa#like there aren't a lot of situations where you can say feanor is fully right#but this one? yeah#there ain't no way that naming was salvageable except by changing it#mayim if this reads like I pilfered words from you it's because I did
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Without Instruction Manuals
Practical tools for a salad,
a spoon and fork
carved from the old walnut tree
downed in the winter storm,
the tomatoes I grew myself
and cut with a dull knife.
Chicken dried
from being overcooked
in the fever fear of salmonella
and the uncertainty of true cooking times.
Etre is a French auxiliary verb
it means to be
and I have found other languages
hidden in a salvage company
behind the old library.
I would like to hear you speak
softly and without contextual information
I would like to guess with precision.
Over dinner
tell me again
how you came to find
the instructions for this universe.
I wrote mine down
on old department store receipts,
I kept them in my wallet
until the ink faded
and left me with only a memory
of enlightenment.
#poetry#spilled ink#poem#spilled words#poetry on tumblr#creativewriting#writing#poems for the end of the world
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