thinking about language and how when i get very angry or upset, obviously communication is difficult, but communicating in a second language then becomes almost impossible. i can only properly explain myself in times of true distress in my mother tongue. english is useless there.
but then, casual expressions of love, those sit so heavy within me in my first language. a certain kind of humor, and a lightness around love, is what english expresses to me as a second language. i guess because there is a fundamental distance to it. it's not in my making in the same way, i don't feel it as strongly. it's more of a conduit and not the fire within. and i can never escape my first language, not really. and since language is culture, history, life itself, i'll always be looking in through a window, a visitor in another land.
i say sydän, and it's being carved up alive, it's a raw, severed thing. i say heart, and i'm expressing love, and it feels softer.
and don't make me say rakkaus, saying that to someone is expressing an emotion so deep that it's embarrassing to feel it let alone to share that feeling, visceral. and then i say, i love it, i love you, i love life, so freely and without that heavy weight that bears it down.
and i've been thinking as well, about thinking specifically. especially since my mother tongue isn't indo-european, it's something completely different and unrelated. how your language shapes how you approach and think about things. what you place value on. just purely grammatically, i still struggle a bit with prepositions since we don't largely use those. we express that function through grammatical cases. but not only grammatically, it's a completely different way to think from say, germanic languages.
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Verse Info: Good and Faithful (or, a polite haunting)
The Story -
( Good and Faithful, Codifier ) - In which Jopson died just before the 1839 expedition. He tends to avoid discussion of how it actually happened, but in any case he had just accepted the stewardship position and had been counting on those wages to pay the doctor for his mother’s treatment, and needed to ensure that she and Avery would be reasonably comfortable in his absence.
Being that he had neither time nor inclination to be dead, and truthfully not quite even realizing he was dead, Jopson simply collected himself and carried on as usual, under the impression that the whole incident was simply a minor dizzy spell.
The issue, of course, with continuing to pilot one’s corporeal form with a severed connection between body and ghost, is that it’s somewhat akin to clutching a bedsheet in front of yourself while standing outside in a hurricane. And in addition to keeping hold of that bedsheet, you also have to hang up the rest of the laundry on the lines, and avoid letting your neighbors see that you’re out in a hurricane in nothing but a bedsheet still trying to finish your laundry, because odds are your neighbors will have Questions about this type of behavior.
Fortunately, Jopson had always been quick to catch on to things so it was with only a minor bout of sudden collapses and fits of uncharacteristic clumsiness that he mostly got the hang of the situation before setting sail, and for the most part was able to avoid any trouble.
Avoiding trouble lasted until a point about halfway through the expedition, when he very nearly frightened Captain Crozier into a similar state by forgetting to shiver. Or keep up a pulse. This almost led to a rather tender moment indeed as Crozier was quite unhappy to see him Dying, but this was abated by admitting to already having been quite dead from the beginning and thus unchanged in status despite what ought to have been a lethal case of hypothermia.
All in all, Crozier was actually rather more amenable to the idea of having a dead steward than he’d thought ten minutes prior, and all continued as normal.
However
Once the Franklin Expedition begins
( Oh Dear, My Heart/The Moon Plays Host )
It turns out that keeping hold of the proverbial bedsheet is a lot more challenging under certain conditions, and there are only so many ‘fainting spells’ that can be got away with without arousing suspicion, and that the presence of a strange magic in the air tends to have interesting effects on ghosts improperly connected to the mortal plane.
It further turns out that this arrangement creates a bit of an impasse when faced with soul-devouring creatures. They are used to tackling a body and pulling the soul from it. The soul simply moving out of the way is not generally expected, and is regarded as highly inconvenient.
Or,
Jopson is a ghost during the Franklin Expedition, which is fine, except that improperly tethered ghosts start to get a little bit creature-y the longer they drift in seemingly-cursed landscapes trying to reject their souls like a bad transplant. Also, at night, Jopson can see the crew’s Dead still wandering the ice.
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my younger sister and i have discussed this at length but i really can't wrap my head around just how similar my family is to the batfamily. it is every bit as dysfunctional with direct parallels between 4 batfamily characters and me + 3 other members of my immediate family. i genuinely think that if i wrote something myself about my older siblings it wouldn't be as accurate to their personalities as jason and dick are. hell, my relationship with my older brother is a mirror of tim's with jason down to the attempted murder and somehow coming out of that with a decent relationship years later. i am fully serious he tried to kill me when i was about 7 or 8
not everything's the same, of course (for one, we're not fucking vigilantes lol) but it's enough to be really disconcerting when i see the batfam interact with each other. especially how they argue.
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