aaaaree youuu still doing the "give me a made up fic title" ask?
heres something to wiggle the braincells—
the term "double copula" has made my brainworms writhe ever since i found out what it is. i'd like to see how would a theoretical bojere fic with that title will go.
arrrrre youUUUU?
yes im still doing those!
just looked it up and oh, i didnt know there was a term for that phenomenon omg,,,, the more you know 🌠
while double copula seems to refer only to the double "is", ive noticed that english has a lot more examples of these awkwardly repetitive, but somehow grammatically correct or acceptable phrasings
is is, has had, that that.
i can see a fic titled "double copula" to be a lil introspective character study oneshot. probably bojan-centric bc he's the one who's more fluent in english and would more likely notice the phenomenon. but i could also see a jere-centric version— he's trying to improve his english skills and finds himself reading or hearing a double copula, and his curiosity spurs him to learn more abt it.
but let's go with bojan bc he's the overthinker here LMFAOOOO
anyways, the fic could start off with bojan reading a book during his rare free time. his eyes pass over a sentence with double-is. he looks it up, discovers the term "double copula", and his mind starts to wonder. he and jere are two peas in the same pod. "we have the same dreams, the same goals... we love together."
they're very similar to each other despite their surface appearances. contrary to the belief that opposites attract, bojan and jere gravitate to each other like magnets. that's when bojan starts to compare them to double-is
is is.
bojan and jere.
the thing is, a double copula is generally considered to be grammatically incorrect. or at least, an editor might advice u that there's a better way to word things. this is the point where bojan begins to spiral. at the same time, he and jere exchange messages, feelings obviously brewing between them. he notes how much they match, how perfectly they'd twine with each other. but the double copula continues to haunt him: the long distance, their clashing schedules.
fast forward to bojan visiting jere in finland. tension rising between them. neither can help it, they keep coming back to each other, attaching themselves to each other's hip. it culminates into a confession and some sloppy making out.
jere blabbers on in his crappy english and bojan comes to the conclusion that grammar is fucking stupid.
who gives a shit abt whether something is "wrong" or if their love seems like an impossible task?
that shouldn't stop them from trying.
back home, he scrolls through his phone while lying in bed. he suddenly realizes two things:
the usage of "is is" can be valid in a pseudo-cleft sentence, and;
what true love is, is whatever the two of them have.
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'm not saying Charlie might've discovered a new level of gay after Vaggie grew her hair out and, one morning after waking up together, Charlie glances over to see Vaggie sitting on the edge of her side of the bed, back to Charlie, pulling her newly long hair over one shoulder so she can give it a brushing out and THAT sight in this context just tearing through Charlie like-
(charlie and the sudden clarity of how LONG vaggie's hair's gotten. how LONG vaggie's been part of her life- long enough to see vaggie change like this and close enough to be there for it every day so she didn't even fully notice it was happening at all, Until)
-and that whole situation drawing Charlie over like a dang magnet desperate for impromptu nuzzles and optional smooches- im not saying that was a thing, but. hypothetically speaking. it could have happened
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the portrayal of social anxiety in dear evan hansen always bothered because like. okay. so the initial misunderstanding is actually 100% believable, just straight-up what 15- or 16-year-old me would have done in a situation where i keep getting shut down when i try to speak up. just go quiet and go along with whatever's going on. and from that point on, i would actively avoid everyone involved in the situation as much as i possibly can. just escape, get away, not deal with it again. and now i have a permanent debuff of anxiety and guilt forever. if i was forced to talk to the murphys again, i would quickly clarify what was actually going on, because at that point there's no easy escape, and trying to create a lie is infinitely more stressful than fessing up, apologizing, and freeing myself of the situation.
but evan isn't me, so let's say for him, crafting an elaborate lie is somehow less stressful than telling the truth. okay, i can buy that. what fucking baffles me, though, is how much he seemingly gets into it without feeling any anxiety at all about this horrible stressful situation he's got himself in? to the point that he goes off his meds because he says he doesn't need them anymore? you would think that hinging your entire social life on an elaborate lie that could be exposed at any moment would be the most stressful thing imaginable for someone with "getting a little bit embarrassed in front of other people makes me actually literally want to die" disorder. but no, he's just fine now lol
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