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infinitethree · 1 year

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Hi Day and whoever happens to be around! I have an odd question for you. How is it that the monsters and such in SMPza is so different from the ones from the Sanctuary reality? Shouldn't both be alittle more similar in that regard? How was there a den of chimeric creatures in SMPza but not in Sanctuary?

Day is sitting in his den, evidently having been working on knitting a blanket. With him is Perce, who is sprawled out on one of the couches. The younger Dream variant is paying extremely close attention to the movie on the TV.

Perce jumps at the sound of the question, enough so to send himself crashing to the floor.

Day peers over at him, but doesn’t go to help him up. He’s well aware that his second youngest son is no stranger to bumps, bruises, and being attacked by multiple people after a prank got a little too far under their skin. “You good?” “I got ambushed by a disembodied voice in my own home,” Perce complains. “What about that is good?”

A moment passes, and Day points out, “If I wanted to be a smartass, I’d tell you that technically, it’s my home–” “Dad, really?!” “But I’ll restrain myself,” he finishes, despite the outburst.

His second youngest points an accusatory finger at him. “That’s a dick move and you know it.”

With an incredulous scoff, Day tells him, “Perseus, you got multiple board games banned and I’ve had to set rules for what's acceptable for family movie night.” “There wasn’t anything saying I couldn’t splice together the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy–” “Yeah, because none of your brothers thought to do it. You gave them the idea and now we all have to suffer the consequences.”

Even though he huffs like he’s annoyed, Perce has a wide grin as he flops back down on the sofa. “No regrets.”

“I’m aware.” Much like Perce, Day has a smile and his tone is warm, if a little exasperated.

His son refocuses him by saying, “Disembodied voice has a point, though. Everything I hear about the SMPza makes it sound weird. Wasn’t your theory that it’s made out of your admin light– or whatever it was you called it? Why’s it so different than here, then?”

There’s a furrow of Day’s brow as he tries to explain it. Some of the evidence he has is little more than a gut feeling– a sense that the world wasn’t allowed to diverge from the first life he had had in certain ways. Some events seemed fated to happen, even if that meant things or people bending and stretching in ways that they shouldn’t.

“...Too many similarities,” he murmurs. Perce argues, “Dad, we’re cosmically the same person.”

“No it’s– not in the same way." He chews on his lip for a moment before trying to explain, "That reality never felt– right, I guess. No other world has felt like that. They feel solid and– real, I guess? But the SMPza had this sort of surreality to it. And the ghosts I saw would sometimes…snap back, to what they were like in my first life. Ghoulus would suddenly get upset around yellow or was afraid of Schlatt, for instance. A few times he called his brothers the wrong name."

His fingers skimming over some of his braids to try and lessen the sense of unease he has whenever he dwells on the SMPza for too long. “I don’t know; it might just have been how I lived. Things felt more concrete after I met your brothers. All that time on my own might have just fucked with my head."

It wouldn't be the first time his perspective has turned out to be horribly warped. Sometimes he worries that he still jumps at shadows that aren't really there.

With a sigh, he continues, "I don’t have a good answer, and I can’t have a good answer. That’s the realm of the divine, and I’m not really interested in stepping on any toes by demanding an explanation. I’ll deal with potential revelations when and if they happen.”

He tilts his head to the side a little. He can’t say he isn't glad for the change of topic, but he’s a little confused about why the Observers are asking at all.

Aren't they agents of Time? Even if they might not know everything– or even a lot of things– it feels like this would be something they would already know.

…Maybe he needs to re-examine what he thought he knew about them. After all, Theo had only recently told him that they're called Observers.

"Sort of yes, sort of no," he admits. "Ender chests work no matter where we go, so in that sense, yes. We've tested them on other servers here l, and they're empty– so it’s not just us."

His wings ruffle a little as he continues, "But we go to realities without servers entirely or servers that aren't the Dream SMP fairly regularly."

Perce makes a noise of confusion at him. Day tells him, "Question about if everywhere we go is a variation of the Dream SMP."

"Ah," his second youngest says. "Obviously not. We go to single realm worlds all the time! One of the perks of Dad and Theo traveling is that they can pick out safe worlds to have a little vacation in. My personal favorites are the ones like Cat world; it’s places with that level of tech and comfort that give me games and shows and books–"

"And more ideas for how to be a menace," Day snorts. "That, too," Perce admits, "But you know you love seeing museums with Attie and Theo."

Day can’t help but smile at his memories. “You say that like you don’t like them, too.” He nudges Perce with a wing and teases, “You have extensive records of the differences between all the versions of the sets of your favorite movies.” “As anyone would!” “Mm, no, but that’s because we’re the cool family.”

He’s glad to see Perce damn near preen with pride. It would snow in the nether before he dissed one of his kids’ hobbies.

…Even if he still doesn’t understand redstone. He can manage to follow relatively simple instructions, but beyond that he’s hopeless. Dee has long since given up on it. Frankly, Day is a little glad for it; he knows that nobody enjoyed those lessons.

Except for Theo, who found it hilarious. And Orph, because he kept setting up bets on how long before Dee had to stop because he was giving himself another headache from frustration. And Atlas, because he would use it to double check his own fundamentals–

“Wait a minute,” he says, eyes narrowing. “Your brothers were using me as free entertainment.”

Perce stares at him, his confusion obvious. “...Did you seriously not realize that? No, wait, better question– what made you finally realize it?”

He’s pretty sure his expression gets across how he feels just a little insulted. “Not– I know they do in general, but I meant when Dee used to try and teach me redstone.”

A beat or two passes, and Perce asks, “...Didn’t that stop when he was like, thirteen?” “Yes.” There’s a longer pause, paired with further confusion. “...It took you sixteen years to realize that?”

Day makes an offended noise. “Hey– there was a lot going on!” “For sixteen years?!” “Some of it, yes! And then I stopped thinking about it, because I had more important things to worry about!”

Perce sighs, and sits up to pat his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s true.” “Thank y–” “You can’t help that sometimes you’re a little dumb. Great at plenty of stuff, but in some ways…ehhh…”

Oh, those are fighting words. He smiles, and can tell his son realizes that he’s signed up for a lot of unexpected cardio from the way his eyes get wide. He warns, “You have until I secure my stitch before I start hunting.”

As expected of the Manhunt king, Perce doesn’t bother arguing– he just scrambles to his feet and starts booking it.

#asked&answered #long post #DayDreamer #CleverPerseus #chronotag #sometimes Perce forgets that his Dad's patience isn't infinite #but also by this point Day is one of the dozen or so people who CAN really challenge him #so like...he's just getting free practice #he has done that on purpose before #because he'll sometimes feel like Day goes easy on him #(which he's kinda right about tbf)#also yes I do have ages in mind for them #but ALSO I just kinda forget them a lot of the time #everyone is mentally late teens to mid twenties except for Lee #me: what do you mean that based on my own math Theo would have to be like 28 right now #that's illegal

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 3 years

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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise!

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you. MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai: MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something: MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult.

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest. (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

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rokutouxei · 3 years

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the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

ikemen vampire: temptation through the dark theo van gogh / mc | T | [ ao3 link in bio ]

The challenge seemed pretty simple: to try to befriend the university bookshop’s most sour employee, Theo van Gogh. As a literature major with a boatload of book recommendations on her back, it ought to be a simple task indeed. But as she uncovers what lies between Theo’s pages, the more she finds it harder to become closer to him without having to put the feeling directly into words. What can she learn from Theo about what it means to stay—and how can she teach Theo about what it means to let go? | written for ikevamp big bang 2020!

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CHAPTER 12 OF 22

My heart is an unmade bed; it might look messy, but I swear it’s a safe place to rest. - Moriah Pearson

It doesn’t take long for the Rooftop to become their place.

At first, it is a matter of weather. The tail end of autumn and the first breezes of winter mean that the Grove can get a little too cold in the late afternoons when they meet; and in truth, the Rooftop is barely any better, but at least there’s a stunning view below, and a vending machine for hot drinks at the first floor. If it gets too cold out, there’s the storage room on the same floor that’s decked out with windows—Isaac keeps all the astronomical equipment in here, mostly the telescopes, but also a few plastic chairs and tables.

Peak convenience.

This was totally not what she had planned from the beginning.

Definitely. Not at all.

It doesn’t take long for them to surrender and make the Rooftop their little hiding space. The hours spent in companionable silence in the Grove have just changed locations, but—somehow, up here, where there’s only the two of them, it’s a little more… intimate. They spend an hour or so with their usual book exchange and then—they stay to listen to each other.

For hours. Sometimes long enough for them to be out past dinner.

It just feels right.

It feels right the same way she feels content that the books he ends up lending her do reveal quite a lot about his character. It feels right the same way he feels like every extra day they spend together, even if they are discussing the most trivial of things, she burrows a little deeper into his defenses. She devours every single title he passes on, Hosseini, Pratchett, Heiligman, Stone, no matter how long the book is, no matter how complicated it seems—and he lets his heart rest in every collection she hands him, Plath, Lorde, Angelou, Thomas, Lawrence.

Every book an opened door.

Every word just the littlest millimeter closer.

Take, for example, the time they began talking about The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Shaffer and Barrows, which was lent by Theo, and the conversation went:

“Okay, but you have to agree that there’s nothing quite like a hand-written letter. It hits different. Regular messages and calls are great, of course, but the idea that time and energy was lent to writing down a letter? Peak romance.”

Theo nods. “The personality in the handwriting.”

“Oh, definitely!” she nods. “And eventually you’ll be able to tell their emotions based on how their handwriting is a little different—something like the psychology of handwriting?”

“To me personally, it’s the hand-made nature that makes letters appealing.”

“Yes! The craft of it! The fact that the ink and the paper, and that it’s both visual and literary—” she emphasizes this with the classic chef’s kiss; pinching her thumb and index finger and kissing them away.

They talk about the most trivial of things, they talk about the deepest of things. Conversations shift from gossip to philosophy, from the news to deep fantasy. The Rooftop becomes theirs, becomes the little space they inhabit on campus where they can shake the wings of their little bond together out wide.

Of course, they could very well invite their other friends into this little book club of theirs; Arthur is pretty well-read; it will be easy to drag Dazai out if Arthur is involved; Isaac could budge with some convincing; but—

They just know that with each other, it’s different.

Like that time Theo arrives first at the Rooftop, and she manages to sneak up on him without him noticing, as he was so deep in his thoughts; she had caught him writing on his journal in his elegant script, and she had nearly yelled into his ear because of how surprised she was.

“A fellow connoisseur!” she says, sitting immediately next to him on the bench table, bumping shoulders; Theo is pulling his fountain pen away from the page to avoid marking on it. “Here I was being teased for writing in cursive for being old fashioned, and you’re out here doing the same!”

“I’ve never teased you for writing in cursive,” Theo insists, flashbacking through every book log he’d made her sign in the bookshop.

She nods excitedly. “I know! I thought you were just being nice, but it’s so cool to see you do it too!” She beams. “There’s a required hand-written portion in the test by the OSR and they required to write in print, and I was so sad… what about all my loopy L’s…”

“I like it because it’s convenient, not pretty,” Theo says with a frown.

“That’s because you already have gorgeous handwriting,” she quips. “And of course, you write with a fountain pen. Just the right amount of bougie for a business major.”

“Excuse me?”

One book after another, one Saturday into the next. It doesn’t matter that she’s at the bookshop twice a week, that they see each other even outside of this space; when they’re up here, they are different people. They are more similar people. They go around the world sitting at the Rooftop exchanging stories. They switch Antoine de Saint-Exupéry for Emily Dickinson; Murakami Haruki for Richard Siken; Phillip Williams for Alexander Solzhenitsyn.

She talks about the astronomy club, admits how at the beginning her only reason for joining was because she wanted to get access to the rooftop, and now, how much more she’s gotten out of it. He talks about the business club and how the snobbier members had pushed him out of active membership. She talks about her childhood, the familiar streets of the city below, all she’s ever known. He talks about Vincent and the younger years, living out in the country, running around in rye fields dreaming of the future.

The two of them are friends.

Unlikely, maybe, and at first maybe at least a little bit unwilling, but—they are now. And who would have imagined that one little invitation from Vincent to do some modeling in his little apartment would lead to this? To whispers about Anna Karenina. To plans to going to the post office to check out their most beautiful postcards—to send them to each other, if only in the spirit of it. To hiding away from the rest of the busy university when the rest of the world is too loud.

To muse about the future that seems too far out, to feel like it is close enough to grasp.

And as one season seeps into the next and Theo walking her home to her dormitory’s doorstep with her book in his hands just becomes normal, the vaguest twinkle of a thought shimmers in both their minds for the briefest of moments.

They just don’t catch it yet.

It is late November when the official administrative instructions for Dragon’s Hoard’s closures for the holiday seasons come into Arthur’s and Theo’s inboxes.

The email also delightfully includes the details about their holiday pay.

Dragon’s Hoard is a small bookshop, sure, but it is still owned by one of the richer, old-money families of the city, so of course, the employees get a sizable 13th-month pay at the end of the year. But not only that—they’re also eligible for a bit of holiday pay. A lot of things come into the computation of it, as far as they’re concerned—the state of the economy, the year’s average revenue from the bookshop, just about how nice their boss is feeling this year—so it varies, but this year…

This year, Saint-Germain took it up a notch.

Maybe even two.

Arthur whistles as he reads the email, staring at the multiple digits itemizing what they’ll receive soon. “How does this man make money, why does it seem like he never runs out?”

Theo puts down the fresh stock of books onto the counter for sorting. He hasn’t been on his phone since his shift started, because he likes to wave a bit of moral superiority over Arthur out of pettiness. “Bonus kicked in?”

“Kicked hard,” Arthur says, flashing his phone screen to Theo. “Check that out.”

Theo catches the numbers and does the math quickly in his head. When one is saving up for something, every tiny bit counts. He had intended to put the entirety of his bonus onto the money he was putting aside, but with this amount…

“That’s a lot,” is all he can say. The bookshop has been operating as per usual throughout the year, and with the spreadsheets, there hadn’t been a huge leap of income either…

“I guess if your last name is Saint-Germain, you’re probably rich as balls,” Arthur comments, taking his phone back again to check the email one more time to make sure he didn’t dream that up. “But he probably gets something out of this too.”

“Charity work, maybe, against his taxes.”

“Probably.”

And if Arthur had any sense of self-preservation, he would have stopped there. Would have kept his phone in his pocket and dropped the conversation altogether, returning to the hum of tasks left in the bookshop for today. But would Arthur really be Arthur if he didn’t live to put himself in harm’s way for the amusement of it?

So, he slides up against Theo and asks, “So where are you spending the money?”

Theo’s eyebrow twitches. “Vincent,” is his short reply. And that should already say it all, but—

“No Christmas gift for the missus? You know, there’s only so much dates can do, sometimes you got to give a little bling, before—”

Arthur wins mercy from Theo’s punch by promising him free lunch.

“Dazai, I’m not pursuing him,” she sighs. “That’s not the right verb.”

“Oh? Then what should it be? Are you ‘courting’ him?”

The two of them are sitting across each other at the café Vincent works in, each with a book in hand. Dazai doesn’t seem too interested in reading the Japanese translation of Pride and Prejudice.

He closes the small bound book, bookmark already in place. He has that knowing smile on his face that lets her know she’s already lost before the battle’s even begun. “Toshiko-san, you can’t keep telling me one thing and then showing the world another.”

When she first spotted Dazai across the café earlier today, at the start of her break in-between classes, she thought it might not be too bad to stay with him until her next lecture begins, for some wholesome, literary students bonding time. Besides, reading next to each other has always been their way of hanging out anyway—very stereotypical of them.

She should have figured out that she is transparent to her best friend and just being next to each other with unsaid things clouding her mind would eventually lead to conversations she doesn’t want to have yet.

It’s just her luck that it’s worth it to be in Dazai’s company.

She closes her own book shut. Gabriel Garcia Marquez can wait. “I’m telling you the truth. I don’t know why you guys keep insisting that there is something more in between us when there isn’t.”

“I haven’t seen you get so worked up about maintaining a book exchange.”

“Hey, we did that too!”

“Not for long,” Dazai notes, and he’s right. They did, at some point, the summer before, the one they spent together after neither of them decided to go home for the extended holiday. They tore through two books, sometimes more, a week, for a month, until—well, they decided to do something else.

She shakes her head. “They’re just books.”

“The books, the dare,” he counts with his slender fingers, “you have to take responsibility sometimes, you know? You don’t need to blame anyone else for your own actions.”

She huffs as she drops her book into her bag unceremoniously. “You are blowing things out of proportion.”

“Then there’s the Rooftop, and the Halloween date, and—”

“Oh would you look at the time,” she says, standing up suddenly from her chair, the tips of her ears red, her voice’s loudness near comical as other customers from every direction turn toward her—“I’m going to be late for class if I don’t go now, I’ll see you soon, Osamu!”

Dazai smiles and waves goodbye even if he knows her next class isn’t in an hour.

The weather is unforgiving outside, and the entire horizon white with snow, the breeze bordering unpleasant. The two of them have a back-and-forth of switching places today: maybe at the Little Owl, or the cafeteria at the university’s main library, maybe even at the van Gogh’s house, but—

They find themselves at the Rooftop anyway.

Today, they’ve swapped J. Neil Garcia with Ursula K. Le Guin, and after an interesting exchange about identity, self, and the importance of fantasy in imagining what else one can become, they’re sitting across each other on a table, nursing what’s left of their vending machine hot drinks.

The question pops out of her mouth so suddenly, even she has a look of surprise after she’s said it.

“Does Arthur ask you about this, too?”

Theo puts down his paper cup of coffee. “About what?”

“About this,” she says, making a gesture at the both of them. “You know, our little book exchange. Hanging out on Saturdays. Does he make a big deal out of it?”

“When he’s being a bastard,” Theo answers quickly. “Is he bothering you?”

“No! No.” She shakes her head, smiling at him reassuringly. “I was more curious if it bothers you.”

“Why would it bother me?”

The question is simple, but Theo watches as her face contorts in some sort of confusion. Sure, Arthur being his usual unfunny joker can get on his nerves, but the teasing doesn’t bother him in the way he knows she is asking about. Not when he knows what’s really going on.

Or he thinks he knows.

“Doesn’t he make this a bigger deal than it is?”

“He does.”

Unease mixed into her genuine curiosity: “That doesn’t bother you?”

Theo doesn’t like that expression on her. “Would you rather I more firmly correct him?”

The smile finally returns to her face as she playfully hits him on the arm. “No, I know what you mean by ‘firmly’. He’s like that but Arthur’s still my friend, you know.”

“You know he deserves it.”

“He does, but still.” The smile doesn’t go away and relief fills Theo’s veins. He’s not used to seeing her so upset. It only reminds him of the one time he messed up after the Halloween party. “I’m glad it doesn’t, though. I thought we’d have to… I don’t know, tone it down, or something.”

Theo knows one thing and that it is always more than with her—even when he doesn’t understand quite what it is. Instead, he says, “They’re free to misunderstand however they want.”

“Yeah,” she agrees. “Yeah, you’re right.”

For some moments, they are quiet. They’ve shared so many silences that they’ve learned when it’s the silence that’s fine in being empty, and the silences where something is being phrased, ordered, prepared, like the way an inhale does before an exhale. Theo knows this is the latter.

So he waits.

What he does hear after, though, is not anything he’s expecting.

“You know, Theo, I don’t think I’ve ever really heard about what you want to do with your life.”

He raises an eyebrow at her, bored. “It’s not anything interesting.”

“Try me?”

Theo doesn’t know what to tell her at all. Instead, he looks down at the town below, out the window, making out the shapes of houses through the blanket of white. He no longer knows where his dreams end and where his delusions begin. It’s not that he hadn’t toyed with the options—curating, working for a museum, art dealership—but nothing has really caught him. Not when he has something more urgent at hand.

After what seems like an infinite number of moments, he answers: “I want to see Vincent flourish as an artist.”

Silence.

The lack of reaction causes him to turn back at her. “What? Not going to laugh?”

“What?” she blinks. “No, no, I’m not laughing. That’s actually pretty sweet of you.”

“Stop. I’ve had enough brother complex jokes from Arthur.”

“No, that’s not—oh my god, he’s right, holy shit.” She stifles a laugh onto her sleeve. He glares at her, but it only makes her laugh harder. “Haha, wait, no, relax. I was going to say something serious.”

He raises an eyebrow, daring her to continue. She clears her throat.

“That’s a dream about Vincent, though. And while I respect it—I want to hear about yours.”

“That is my dream,” Theo insists. “Everything that happens past that is a bonus.”

She shakes her head. “No, no, that’s definitely not it. There has to be something you want to do for yourself, right?”

Theo has half a heart to wish that he’s built enough of a persona in her head that a little version of him in her mind answers that’s none of your business for him. Because it’s not right, it’s not entirely right, so he can’t tell that to her, but he can’t tell her either.

He isn’t like her. She’s a rocketship pointed at the open Milky Way with directions and a path coded right into her system.

He doesn’t even have a trajectory.

Just lost in orbit, an astronaut detached from their mission, breathing on oxygen that’s running out.

He doesn’t get to say anything.

But because she is who she is in that laser-piercing way Theo can’t sometimes stand, she says, instead, softly, her voice so gentle it sounds like she is offering Theo a flower made out of snowflakes: “He’d want you to pursue your own little happiness too, you know?”

He closes his eyes in response to this—like blocking out one sense would make this all easier to push away. And when he answers, his voice sounds hoarse, like he’s been screaming. “I have no dream,” he says, simply. There’s a space at the end of it that lingers, one that could be filled with yet or anymore. It weighs a million tons.

And in return, she beams at him like the sun, reaching out to pull at his cheek that it makes his eyes fly open.

“Wet gow—"

“We’ll find you one, stupid,” she answers, ever so certainly. “Make that your current dream! To find one, you know?”

And no, Theo doesn’t know. Theo doesn’t really have feelings about this anymore, except that he wants to do his best for Vincent. Maybe one day there will be a dream. But not now. Maybe one day. He takes a sip out of the hot coffee from the paper cup, and it takes like the cheap vending machine drink it actually is, but—

He holds in his heart that maybe she’s right—and somehow, the thought makes the coffee just a little bit better.

A few days later, Theo hums under his breath as he flips the pancake he’s currently cooking in the kitchen. Because Saint-Germain respects that people buy holiday presents in advance, he and Arthur have finally gotten their holiday pay in. And this morning, the bank statement’s updated and the cheque has cleared: the amount is fully deposited in his account, and now there are no takebacks.

This is really, really happening.

He hears a yawn coming from down the hall and out comes Vincent, fresh from the studio. His hands are stained with paint in varying degrees of dry, and he’s bringing with him two clear glasses: one muddied with paint water, the other with the remnants of pulp from orange juice. Theo hopes there was no incident of switched glasses last night—that was not a fun experience last time.

Vincent places the glasses on the sink nearby and hovers around his younger brother. “Pancakes?” He smiles. “Something good happen to you?”

“Yeah, really good,” Theo says, unable to hide his excitement. He slides the cooked pancake on top of another on a waiting plate, and hands it to Vincent with a grin. “I can’t wait for you to hear about it, broer. Eggs?”

“Please, and over easy,” Vincent answers, taking the plate with him, off to set their little dining table. “Is this about you finally dating?”

Theo nearly crushes the egg in his hand. “What?”

“It’s not?” Vincent is sincerely shocked. “I was sure it was. You sounded so happy.”

“You know I don’t have time for that.” Theo huffs. Nearly puts too much salt. He prods at the egg with a little more force than required.

Coming back to the kitchen for utensils and a carton of juice, Vincent ruffles his brother’s hair gently. “You’re always working too hard, it’s not bad to entertain those kinds of things sometimes, you know?”

Theo flips the egg. The oil crackles loudly like his denial. “There’s nothing to entertain,” he insists, as Vincent slips back to the table. “You don’t have to worry about that, broer.”

“Okay.” Vincent sits at the table. He pretends to not see right through Theo. “So, what’s gotten you in such a good mood?”

“My holiday paycheck came in the other day, and the boss was extra generous with the bonus this year,” Theo begins, cracking another egg over the pan. Stirs it gently to make a nice, scrambled egg. He’s so used to domestic life with his brother, for a moment the idea of him going away flashes in his mind with a jolt of fear. He shakes it away as he taps some salt over the pan. “Went to the bank yesterday, and it reflected today.”

“Nothing’s better than a good holiday bonus, yeah?” Vincent says, smiling in support. “I got a good bit too. Might be enough to get a good new easel.”

“Great timing,” Theo says, a soft smile on his face. Turns off the fire, puts the egg on the plate, and nearly rushes in excitement to his brother on the table. (Not without coming back for the maple syrup in the fridge, of course, because who eats pancakes without it?)

Vincent faces the table properly to begin to eat breakfast, but before he even gets to reach for his fork and knife, Theo has his hands in his.

“Great timing, because you’ll need the easel. At the current rate, I’m just going to need to work for two more full months… and we might be able to rent a decent space with the amount we’ve been saving up for an exhibit.” Theo has stars in his eyes. He hasn’t been this excited in years. His dream has always been to be the wind underneath his brother’s wings—letting him fly. That was all he ever wanted. He can think of himself some other time. This time, this is for Vincent. And here they are: so close to it.

Vincent smiles at Theo, beams, “That’s great! Congratulations!” but pulls his hands away anyway. Like he touched something hot. He clears his throat and turns to his plate. “Let’s eat.”

For a moment, Theo furrows his eyebrows at his brother’s reaction, but then lets it go.

It doesn’t occur to him until much later that he shouldn’t have.

#the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart #ikemen vampire #ikevamp theo

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Hii! I’ve been meaning to ask for a mashup! Appearance wise, I’m look like a pretty basic white person (brown hair, eyes, and freckles), but I’m hella small and have a lot of curves (which looks shit when you’re small). I’m also way too pale a I don’t usually sunbathe. I love dancing, baking, reading (be it FF or literature) and I love sports of all kinds (except basketball... height tingz). Part 1 🍎

Part 2 🍎 I’m asexual, Aquarius and ENTP. I do not have a lot of sexual experience, as the boys I liked would turn a blind eye to my PDA dislike (and my asexuality). I’m a pretty outgoing person who tries to get a long with everyone (and I usually apologize immediately after I’ve done smth offending). Cuddles are a big yes if 1. The person is alright with it 2. It’s not in public. Loneliness is not smth I can cope with, and I am fine with quietly sitting beside someone of they are busy Part 3 🍎 Due to my nonexistent love life, I can only refer to my 2D life lmao. I usually go for the arseholes with character development 😬 (Gaara from Naruto is prob the best instance). I’m very nurturing as i was always the oldest in my classes & friend groups. Age is also my biggest insecurity. Due to a lot of moving across the globe, I have lost quite a few yrs of education, 17 & in grade 8. I’m pretty smart tho (grade school teacher thought I’m gifted 🤡), but I can get arrogant real quick Part 4 🍎 coz I can’t summarize for life. My other fault is that I’m too honest & blunt. I mentioned that i wanna get along with everyone, but if their opinion opposes mine (& & they criticise me for it), then I’ll leave them be. Having relationships based on lies is not smth I want. So I usually like engaging in debates I don’t know which fandoms you make matchups of (do we even pick???). In case I have to choose, I’d go with Ikevamp. I’m hella sorry for all these parts & thank you 🙏

Hi hi, love ❤❤thank you so so much for the request! 🦋Hehe, I’m so sorry for taking too long with it! I hope you enjoy this love and I hope you have a wonderful day! ❤🦋🌻So I was thinking Theo/Motzart for a while, but then I saw you were an ENTP, and I made up my mind!🌻🦋

So I match you with................ Isaac

The first time you meet Isaac was when all the residents were gathered in the dining room the morning after you arrived. Sabastian had come to fetch you for breakfast, and the second you walked through the dining room door, Comte strode to your side and introduced you to everyone. You were rather social, so of course, you chatted away with the residences.

Breakfast was going well, until out of the corner of your eye, you could see Arthur and Dazai bullying poor shy Isaac. They had placed an apple in front of him and teased him. Isaac shot them an irritated look all while going as red as an apple at the embarrassment. You didn’t know why but you couldn’t help but come up for the hedgehog, so you gave Arthur and Dazai a piece of your mind.

Napoleon who had watched the whole scene unfold, smiled his brotherly smile and invited you to help him and Isaac at the makeshift school. The former emperor of France low key gave you no choice as before you knew it you were in a carriage on your way to the fountain where they gave the class.

Some children came up to you and asked you for help with some science problems they were having. You took one look at the problem, and you wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. Isaac made his way up to you and the children. and upon seeing the distress on your face, he decided to answer the question for you. You were feeling rather low after that, as education and your age has always been your biggest insecurity

You opted to play with the children instead of teaching, as you loved sports and physical activities. You seemed to have impressed the children with your athletic skills as soon they were fighting over who would have you in their teams. You spent the rest of the afternoon cheerfully playing with the children. As the sun began to set, one by one, the children made their ways back home; eventually, it was only you, Isaac and Napo left.

Napoleon smiled and told you that he was going to get a coach to take the three of you home. It was now only you and Isaac sitting on the fountain wall waiting for Napo to return. Surprisingly enough, Isaac broke the silence. Cherry eyes gazed at you, “Why did you look so distressed when the children asked you for help?” You had told him about how you travelled the world sacrificing your education, and that you often felt insecure about your age. To this he simply nodded, after a few more moments of silence Isaac spoke up again, this time sending you a meek smile, “What if I taught you, that way the month spent here won’t be wasted, and you won’t fall behind on your schoolwork?” You smiled at the kind offer and immediately accepted.

Now every evening after supper, you and Isaac would sit together in the library. Isaac would teach you a variety of subjects ranging from maths and science to English and history. You honestly didn’t feel so alone or insecure, as Isaac was a non-judgemental patient teacher. To be honest, he did such a good job teaching you, that even Jean decided to join the classes.

After class, you would always make you and Isaac some tea and chat his ears off well into the night. Not that he minded. He didn’t know much about human behaviour or interactions, so just as he taught you, you taught him. As time passed, you and Isaac got to know each other better and better. You found that Isaac had started opening up more and more to you, and your opinion of him when you first met had completely changed.

And Isaac found himself falling more in love with you with each passing day. He loved that you were a fellow intellectual and reader. His favourite thing in the world to do is spend time with you as you both sit quietly in the room together each reading their own book. He loves the little debates the two of you often engage in, and he found himself growing more and more as a person every second he spent with you.

In your free time you and Isaac still help out at Napos school, and although thanks to Isaac, you definitely had the knowledge to teach the children, you always opt to play sports with them instead. At some point, Isaac saw you having so much fun he found himself joining in. Napoleon would always watch the two of you cuties with a found gaze knowing that his friend had finally found someone who could bring him out of his shell and grow into his full potential.

You quickly found out about Isaacs difficult transition from human and vampire and the consequences of that. You also knew that your friend would often go hours without eating as he would be so absorbed in his research. Naturally, the nurturing side of your personality started to show. You made it your personal mission to bake Isaac yummy snacks to make sure his vampire urges are well under control. Although Isaac has never said as much, he loves it when the sounds of your soft footsteps approach his room, and his senses are suddenly filled with the scent of freshly baked goods. He can’t help but softy smile as you gently knock the door and peek into his room. Isaac freaken LOVES you cooking and is always a very happy hedgehog whenever he is nibbling on the snacks you make for him.

Another thing Isaac absolutely loves is when you plonk yourself down in his room and read. He loves the company even though neither of you is talking, as he hates to admit it, but before you arrived, he always felt a sharp pain in his chest that he could never place. And after you arrived, he finally had the word for it, Loneliness. He can’t help but smile a little brighter and feel a little happier whenever you are around him.

One day Comte handed you an invitation to a ball that a friend of his was throwing. You were so excited you decided to run straight to Isaac’s room to ask him to be your date. You loved dancing, and you could imagine nothing better than to spend the evening dancing with Isaac. The second you told Isaac about the ball his face dropped into a frown as he softly confessed that he had never learned how to dance. “Then ill teach you,” you exclaimed brimming with excitement.

You spent many days teaching Isaac how to dance in the garden, and finally, the day of the ball had arrived. Isaac was determined to confess his feeling for you that night. He met you in the mansion foyer, and you honestly took his breath away. The two of you made your way to the ball and spent a large portion of the evening, happily chatting and dancing.

Finally, Isaac worked up the courage to take your hand and lead you outside onto the balcony. Cherry eyes seemed to peer deep into your soul as he told you he loved you. Honestly, you were overjoyed. You too had long ago fallen in love with him but due to your lack of experience in the field of romance, thanks to boys who never respected your boundaries, you were rather clueless when it came down to it. Isaac smiled and nuzzled his nose against you as he said that the two of you could figure it out together.

Your relationship was very much based on honestly and open communication.

Isaac honestly didn’t mind that you were asexual if anything he loved it cause this boy loves to cuddle. The two of you are almost always cuddling or snuggling each other.

Although your title has changed from friend to girlfriend almost, nothing changed between the two of you. As to be honest, the pair of you were acting like a married couple before you even entered into a relationship. Of course, the biggest difference between then and now is, lots of cuddles and kisses.

Isaac loves nothing more in the whole world than to hold you in his arms, as the two of you read together. When you are not around him he feels lonely and empty, so he tries his best to spend as much time with you as possible

This boy will 100% shower you with endless amounts of affection every moment he can get. Whether it’s coming up behind you to hug and nuzzle your neck as you bake yummy goodies or whether you are just quietly reading. It is also not uncommon for the two of you to get into tickle fights especially if you beat Isaac in the sports you are playing together.

Other potential matches……………Theo

Hope you enjoyed this, dear! Sending ya lots of hugs! ❤🌻🌺

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nhattuantrinh · 4 years

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“má đi học chán nản thiệt. HN thì dịch mà trường chủ quan. they r not even distancing for once”

“that habit of sitting in the back of the class =)) same here. they must think that you're such a naughty student who couldn't care less about your study, especially with piecing”

“hmm probably, and a guy who has no friend. indeed it was right =)) they r just idotidiot =)))”

“it's just what you think, dude”

“no i dont think much b4 someone says smt. of course it would be prejudice to see just something, to judge they”

“if I were to be in the same class with you right now, like, I were born in 1999, and so on =))|

“you will do what"

“ah no I wonder if we could be friends”

“i think we could be rivals, ya know, 2 distinctive individuals tend to rival each other in a community”

"you know, if I were, I would simply think that you're just another idiot =)) but guess what I have never even bother thinking of others”

“then u r super cool”

“but some guys or some girls are real good. Ah I forgot, my major was English. it's pretty easy to recognize who's good and who's not”

“yeah this stuff even those so called best ones they didnt care enough to search for such a common term on internet like public diplomacy. i mean they r literally normie” as i am”

Lão Hạcahi just better at the urge to search for a termthe urgeis very important i thinkjust like youthe urge to find the absolute answerLão Hạcwell, I guess, on our bygone journey of knowing about this worldwe inevitably accept a certain level of understanding of a concept, in order to move on with another onesureaccept the momentary ignoranceLão Hạcfor example, we must at least reach a general understanding of what Math is, before keeping on learning about integral or derivativebut some people want to revisit the basic ideas when they get older, just to feel less uncertain about this lifeso redefining the abstract concepts are necessaryi think the language as the limitation here, we have to find a way to perceive the abstractionLão Hạcno, it's notwhy?Lão HạcI did read briefly about Levi-Straussi think there are limitations for define things by wordsLão Hạcand I'm not sure how I understood him is correctbut Levi-Strauss, together with some other structuralists, practice a methodthey do not need to find a meaning of a word that is accepted by other peoplebut they try to understand how such a word is different from another, in their mindlike, how is "tinh thần" different from "ý thức"so that their mind is like a structurefor example, the word "institution", or "định chế" in Vietnamesehow can they differ those?Lão Hạcwas adopted by a great number of thinkersin order for them to define the words, they do not borrow the available vocabulary of their languagebut they created new ways of expressing the ideas coming up in their mindit is called

n the mind of the primitivewaitLão Hạcthey do not have sufficient number of concepts to describe thingsok go onLão Hạcso, they must borrow the available wordsfor examples, some ethnic minorities in Vietnam use the word "bụng" to talk about the soul or the character of a personor Nhị Linh, he also practices this methodhe created so many terms to describe his ideasLão Hạc“I have always aimed at drawing up an inventory of mental patterns, to reduce apparently arbitrary data to some kind of order, and to attain a level at which a kind of necessity becomes apparent, underlying the illusions of liberty” (Lévi-Strauss, The Raw and the Cooked, p. 10). [là dựng nên một hệ thống trong đầu để giảm thiểu tính võ đoán của ngôn ngữ? phải chăng đó là lý do luôn cần đặt lại các câu hỏi “nghĩa là gì”? tinh thần là gì?]so the base language was keptbut the experessing was changed?Lão Hạcah noyou keep whatever you want, and debolish whatever you wanthmmmmmLão Hạcso long as you always find a suitable word to describe what you want to sayand you know what it meansso how can i do it effectivelyLão Hạcfor example, when I write some fictional storieswhen i was just doing it at my own will?i meanhow can i criticize myself?Lão HạcI think it is not about criticizing yourselfbecause i can simply do it without thinking much about the true usageLão Hạcbut about thinking in your own watit s just fit for meLão Hạcyeahso i use itLão Hạcbut the most important thing isyou must use it consistentlybut if so, many would be just the same as what i’ve learncause i was used to the usage of the general vocablearnedLão Hạclet me give you some examplesNhị Linh often italicizes the words that he uses with his own understandingfor example:về châm ngôn ở dạng "tổng lực", xem ở kiathơ là trình hiện thực tại theo chiều "dọc"triết là theo chiều "ngang""cái nhìn của""độ rộng""vòng tròn"oofồlà cái kiểu đ ai hiểu :)))Lão Hạcnonhưng mà trong tâm thức mìnhnó là điều hợp lýLão Hạcbut he has a logic behindyeahdo cấu trúc như vậyi seeLão Hạche uses it consistentlywhen he says "vòng tròn Dương Nghiễm Mậu"so i’ve passively used it many timesLão Hạcor "vòng tròn Nhượng Tống"actuallyit s the only way for me to perceive thingsLão Hạcbecause he knows what "vòng tròn" meansand when to use iti think that it’s me who is stupid that i cannot understand things as they areso i have to use my own vocab to visualize thoseLão Hạcno, I think everyone could create their own wordshaso relievedLão Hạccreating new words is a natural practice of language users, especially of writerslevi strauss backed my ass hahasoLão Hạcyou know German is an interesting nation when they have lots of words to describe subtle nuances of meaningit s not necessary if the word is abstract or in general usage right?Lão Hạcwhat do you meani mean my own words, it is not necessary if it’s vu khoát or just tổng quátas long as i know how to use it?Lão Hạcyes, and as long as you could tell other people how you understand ithow it is different from words with somehow similar connotationsso it’s just base on taste of word huh?Lão HạcnoahLão Hạcsome words are sharedokay i seeLão Hạcespecially in the world of sciencemost jargons are based on a common understandinglike "intellectual property"or "internet of things"soLão Hạcso when you use an abstract termyou must know what you mean by thatt phải hiểu được sự phân định giữa các chữ, cụm từLão Hạcand you must use it consistentlyđể chọn ra từ phù hợp nhất?cho từng trường hợp?Lão Hạcyesvu khoát với tổng quát nhìn lướt qua thì giốngLão HạcVietnamese language has been corrupted by Đảng because most of what they say has no meaningvậy nó khác như nào?Lão Hạcwords like "khẩn trương", "phấn khởi", "quan ngại"...are just stupidthey are just like parrots, cannot think of any words to use by themselves, for their own ideaswaitwhy they r stupidLão Hạcbecause whenever a senior leader of the party say something in a conferencetheir speech is stuffed with words that they do not really understand what they meanlolso the problem is not the wordit’s the userLão Hạc" Bối cảnh quốc tế và tình hình trong nước bên cạnh mặt thuận lợi, thời cơ, cũng có nhiều khó khăn, thách thức. Chúng ta đứng trước nhiều vấn đề mới phải xử lý, nhiều việc hết sức phức tạp phải giải quyết."

nhưng mà dùng từ như trên thì saoLão Hạc"phát huy truyền thống tốt đẹp, giữ vững và tăng cường bản chất cách mạng và tính tiên phong của Đảng"i know that they’re just pure has no clear idea at allLão Hạc9 out of 10 lãnh đạo I knowuse the word "phát huy"yea me tooLão Hạc"giữ vững""tăng cường""hết sức khẩn trương""dù còn nhiều bất cập"dùng sai or just vaguely describe the ideaswhich one you re critcizingLão Hạcin an ideal world, if everyone has a fixed structure of language in their own mindthen there's no wrong way of using a wordit's just the difference in my way of using a word and your way of using a word, and we need to compare and contrast our understanding, elaborate it, to understand it otherbut the thing is, most people do not really understand what a word means, and are just too complacent with their ignorance,so we simply keep arguing without clarifying what we mean when we use a wordhmm what if they know exactly why they use those words?and they just use it for the purpose of truyền tải vague idea so no ones can understand the actual flop of the “great idea”truyền tải tiếng anh là gì ta, deliver?Lão Hạcit's pretty easy to see if they are just bluffing or real geniusby looking at the consistency of their word usefor exampleFoucault created a lot of wordsi mean they re bluffing to hide the down sideLão Hạc(some of which he borrows from the ones he read)but people who read his books could tell whether he knows what he saysfor example

this is an essay by Agamben just to summarise what Foucault means by "apparatus"he also use the word "discourse", which is often translated as "diễn ngôn" by Vietnamese peopleand some people have written about what he means by "discourse", and whether his way of using this word is consistent

so you see, in order for Foucault and Chomsky to talk with each other about big ideas, they must at least reach an agreement on what "power" meansso Chomsky must tell Foucault how he understands the word "power", and vice versaIn English language teaching, that process is called "negotiation of meaning"

wowcoolamanso reading those great thinkerswe have to understand words first eh?Lão Hạcsuređiều này chắc liên quan mật thiết đến việc đọc ai đó là khó hay k?Lão Hạcthat's why it's almost impossible to read Deleuzewithout reading people whom he readeven if someone says something like "I read Deleuze just from the standpoint of a Communications researcher" (Vũ Hoàng Long)assuming that you understand what a thinker means by a word, though you haven't read through his works, is "giả vờ đọc"for example, it's easy to translate Nietzsche "will to power" into "ý chí quyền lực", after reading some links on the first page of Googleso the only valid standpoint is the author standpoint right?Lão Hạcbut they do not know that Nietzsche is not the creator of the word "will"what does he mean by "will"and "will" is just an English translation of the German word "wille"which was used by Schopenhauer before Nietzschebut what is "wille"?is it really equivalent to the Vietnamese word "ý chí"?all those who "giả vờ đọc" in Vietnam could never answer thatenlighten me the meaning pleaseLão HạcI haven't read that part of how Schopenhauer define the word "wille"but if I'm not mistakenhe meansthe root cause of everyone's actions is "wille"a turtle want to give birth because of its "wille"shitvậy dịch sao..Lão Hạca wolf eats the turtle because of its willea person wants to becomes a king because of his willecội nguồn ý niệm hành vi?Lão Hạcbecause Schopenhauer's philosophy is pretty close to Eastern philosophiesit's Buddhism that could help us understand Schopenhauerlike Thích Ca Mâu Ni: "một khi còn chấp niệm, là còn trong luân hồi khổ ải"chỉ đến cái trạng thái sắc tức là không mà ko cũng là sắc, tức là không cưỡng cầu, thì mới giải thoát, nhập niết bànaka, wille ~ chấp niệmvọng niệmwhat the fuck :))nhưng màLão Hạcthat's just how I understand itchấp niệmLão Hạcthen he saidlà một hành động mà đúng k?Lão Hạcbecause of willekocòn danh từ ở đây là “niệm”?Lão Hạc"niệm" thì sao là hành động đượclet me finishokieLão HạcSchopenhauer said, because of "wille", one cannot really understand the world as it is, but all the can "perceive" is just a "vorstellung"for example, a guy who wants to become a billionaire see this world as a mountain climb for wealthinessa girl who wants to be the fairest of all women would think that everyone just care about how a woman lookssomething like thatEnglish translation of "vorstellung" is "representation", aka "tái trình hiện"the world they see is not the world as it really is, but a world through their eyesthat's why the title of the greatest book of Schopenhauer is Die Welt als Wille und Vorstellung ("the world as will and representation")and if one translates it as "thế giới như ý chí và tái trình hiện"that must be questionable

hiểu như thế thì đúng là đại ngu đúng ko, 1 người triết gia mà nói câu kiểu "mình cứ muốn gì rồi sẽ làm được" thì quả là nông cạn"thế giới như ý chí" là gì?chắc bọn hiểu kiểu đó sẽ nghĩ là, chỉ cần có ý chí, tất sỏi đá cũng thành cơmand that is bullshitNhị Linh k dùng dấu câu ở ko có gì sai hơn thế làm khó hiểu quáLão Hạcanyway, back to our discussion of the limit of languageI used to say that "language has its own limitation in grasping the shapeless, formless ideas"but now I have to revisit that thought, and I think I was wrong,it must be me who is not skillful enough to grasp things in languagepeople like Levi-Strauss are the ones who master language to the level that they control all the complex ideasso that they could put them into wordsthere is no limitation in language?Lão Hạc(and that's why they are so difficult to read)there isbut whenever there iswe can extend itlanguage is like a world that can be extended to the infinityhmmmmmmmmLão Hạcthat's not my wordsthat's Barthes'do questionablesoLão Hạc"Ngôn ngữ bao trùm toàn bộ hoạt động sáng tạo văn chương như bầu trời và mặt đất bao trùm lấy không gian sống của loài người. Ngôn ngữ không phải vật chất mà là đường chân trời, vừa mang nghĩa một giới hạn vừa mang nghĩa một góc nhìn; nói tóm lại, nó là một vùng yên ổn của không gian có trật tự. "Lão Hạctao lấy ví dụ, khi m có 1 cái gì đó mà m ko thể giải thích bằng lời đcthì đó chỉ là 1 cảm thán ngay lúc đó thôivì rồi sau đó m cũng sẽ tìm đc cách để diễn đạt nó bằng lời, chỉ cần m hiểu đc nó là m sẽ giải thích đccâu trên ai nói vậyLão Hạcđó là cách để mở rộng vốn từ của 1 ngườicâu nào?ngôn ngữ bao trùm gì gì á hảyeLão Hạccủa Roland Barthesohhmmtrên ví như mặt đất bầu trờitiếp theo ví như horizon linecó order và stabilizationhmmmmso confusedLão Hạccũng ko hẳnvì mọi thứ dưới vòm trời này đều có trật tựtức là có vị trí của nó, về kinh độ vĩ độko có cái này nhầm với cái kiathì hệ thống ngôn ngữ trong đầu m cũng v thôii mean it makes me confused to grasp the ideagotta sleep a lil bitcya

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Best Friend - Isaac Lahey

Summary: Based on the song Best Friend by RaVaughn. You and Isaac are best friends but you want more

Word Count: 2,575

Author’s Note: Just because Teen Wolf is over (it hurts to say that) doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing for it. And Isaac is still my fave even though I currently have more Theo imagines.

Side Note: I will always be bitter Daniel Sharman was too busy with that damn zombie show to come back for the finale

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You watched Isaac walk to his usual lunch table. He was your best friend. Well, your guy best friend. Bonnie was you other best friend. The one you would talk to about guy issues. Isaac and Bonnie got along, but now Isaac had his own set of friends. The two of you still hung out and talked all the time. But ever since he went through a weird leather jacket phase, he started sitting with new people.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Bonnie said from beside you at your lunch table.

You leaned over and nudged her with your elbow. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious. Watching you stare at him is going to make me gag on my lunch. Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?”

“That’s why,” you said nodding in direction of his table. Allison had just sat down with Lydia and their lunches across from Isaac.

“You act like they’re dating,” Bonnie said biting into her burger.

“Alright, so maybe they aren’t dating. But they do like each other. It’s only a matter of time before they actually become a couple.”

“Like you said, they aren’t dating. Just beat her to the punch.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Oh, don’t be such a punk.”

“I’m not being a punk,” you argued. “You just want me to reveal my feelings to my best friend who already has feelings for another girl, and might not like me back in that way. Which could ruin our relationship forever. I don’t think so.”

“Alright then. Hold your feelings in until the end of time and be miserable forever while you watch him fall in love with another girl.”

You turned and looked at Bonnie with an annoyed face. “Gee, thanks for the support.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” Bonnie grinned wide before popping a fry in her mouth.

The TV was on with the volume low while you were doing your homework. You were focused on a math equation when there was a tap on your window. You got up and peaked through the blinds to see Isaac’s blue eyes staring back at you.

“You know you can use the front door,” you said opening your window. “My Mom loves you, she doesn’t care if you come over.”

“Yeah, but this is much more fun,” Isaac said smiling at you. If only he knew what that smile did to you.

“So what brings you into my humble abode this evening?”

“Pack stuff,” Isaac sighed annoyed falling back onto your bed.

Yes, you knew about the supernatural. You were Isaac’s best friend, of course he told you. Well, after you realized something was up when he suddenly got a ton of confidence and started hanging out with Erica and Boyd.

“What is it this time,” you asked sitting down next to him.

“I don’t really want to talk about it. I know,” Isaac said shooting up, “let’s go get some ice cream.”

“It’s pretty late Isaac, and I’ve got homework to finish.”

“Oh come on, Y/N. You can drive us to that place we always used to go to. They’re still open this late. You know you want some cookie dough ice cream.”

“That is my favorite,” you said pretending to think it over. “Alright, fine. But we can’t be there too long. Some of us actually care about their grades.”

“Hey,” Isaac said pretending to be hurt. “I care. You just care about getting A’s and I just care about doing good enough to graduate.”

“Well enough,” you corrected.

“What,” Isaac asked confused.

“You mean doing well enough. You do well, not good.”

“See,” Isaac said throwing his arm over your shoulder as you walked out of your room. “You’re the smart best friend and I’m the devilishly handsome one.”

“Oh whatever wolf boy.”

“They were on a break,” Isaac insisted taking another lick of his ice cream.

“Yeah, as in a break from each other but not broken up,” you elaborated. “Even if they had officially broken up, Ross shouldn’t have slept with another woman so soon. That was a low move.”

“Well then Rachel should have explained that to him. Men aren’t mind readers.”

You got that right, you thought to yourself. “She shouldn’t have had to. When you’re on spring break you don’t go attending other schools.”

“That’s not a good analogy.”

“It’s all I could think of,” you said giggling.

Isaac laughed looking at your lips. “What’s so funny,” you asked suddenly self-conscious.

“You’ve got some ice cream on your face,” Isaac answered.

“Where,” you said trying to wipe it away but just barely missing it every time.

“Here, let me get it.” Isaac reached up and carefully wiped the ice cream away that was near your lips. In that moment, Isaac was so close to you, you could count every eyelash on his face. You could see all the different combination of shades that made up his perfectly blue eyes. If this were a perfect world, he would have leaned in and kissed you. But it wasn’t. So, he just wiped the ice cream off your face and went back to his own cone.

You didn’t know everything about werewolves, just what Isaac told you. So you knew about the super senses. He could always smell when you baked cookies the night before. He would stake out your lunch table until you handed one over. He also could hear when you would mumble something under your breath. You knew he could hear your heartbeat. You knew he could sense the nervousness reeking on you. There was no way Isaac didn’t know how you felt. He wasn’t always the brightest crayon in the box. Maybe he was just naïve. Pretending he didn’t know how you felt to protect your friendship. Or maybe he did know and didn’t feel the same. You were too scared to find out.

“I need some advice.”

“About?”

“Allison,” Isaac answered rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I may not be the best person to help you with girls.”

“But you are a girl,” Isaac pointed out.

“Yeah, but I have my own love problems, so I can’t really give advice when I’m having my own issues.”

“Well, maybe you can help me and I can help you.”

“I don’t think so, Isaac.”

“Can you just try,” Isaac said looking at you pleadingly.

Your eyes rolled back, a sigh escaping your lips. “Fine.”

“Okay, I know a bunch of supernatural crap was happening right now, but I was thinking about asking Allison out. I haven’t ask a girl out before though.”

“Just ask her. The worse thing she can say is no.” You were talking to Isaac but you were hardly paying any attention to him. You were moving around your room readjusting and putting things away that didn’t really need to be adjusted or put away. You just wanted to avoid this conversation all together.

“Exactly! What if she says no,” Isaac asked, worry evident on his face.

“She’s not going to say no.”

“Wow, thanks,” Isaac said, the sarcasm laying thick on his words. “You could try to be a little more helpful. You would think my best friend would have something a little more encouraging to say.”

That was it. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Maybe you should get a new best friend then,” you shouted. Isaac’s expression changed to shock. “I’m tired, Isaac. You know why I know Allison won’t say no? Because any girl would be stupid too. Because I would say yes,” you stated pointed to yourself. “I’m tired of being just your best friend. I want more. I don’t know why you can’t see it. You’re a werewolf! I know you hear my heart beating out of my chest like the energizer bunny banging on that stupid drum. I know you’ve got all this supernatural stuff happening now, but I’m here. I’m still here after all this time. And it’s probably not the best time for us, but its right. I know it is. I can be so much more than just your best friend,” you finished your speech, your eyes glossed over with tears ready to spill.

“I don’t- I don’t know what to say,” Isaac said. His eyes looked so sad. He knew that wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but he honestly didn’t know how to respond. He wished he could tell you he felt the same. Your confession just took him by surprise and he couldn’t process everything so quickly.

The way Isaac was looking at you almost broke you. “Um, just- I’m gonna go,” you said rushing out of your room past him.

“Y/N, you don’t have to go. This is your house, I’ll-,” Isaac tried to talk to you, but you were already halfway out of your home.

Isaac had spent the last 30 minutes looking for you. You ran out your house leaving your car, so you couldn’t have gotten too far. He called Bonnie but she said she hadn’t seen or spoken to you since earlier that day. Isaac figured the only place you could have gone to on foot this late and be alone was the place the two of you used to hangout when he wanted to away from his dad. The park.

He walked through the entrance of the park and immediately saw you sitting on the swing set. Your legs dangled beneath you slowly pushing you back and forth. Your back was facing him and your head was tilted down so you didn’t see him sneaking up behind you.

“Y/N,” Isaac spoke softly so he wouldn’t frighten you.

“I should have known you would find me here,” you said still looking at the sand you were kicking with your feet as you moved yourself on the swing. “Just go away and leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry,” Isaac said innocently.

You looked up into his blue eyes. “Sorry for what? You can’t be sorry for the way you feel… or the way you don’t feel. You shouldn’t apologize for that.”

“I know.” Isaac walked over and sat down in the swing next to you. “I just feel bad.”

You sighed, “I really don’t need you to feel bad. That just makes me feel like you pity me now.”

“I don’t pity you, Y/N,” Isaac turned towards you shaking his head.

“Well you should. I’m so pathetic. You ask me for advice about another girl and I confess my feelings for you.” You hung head low and you wrapped your hands around the chains of the swings.

“You’re not pathetic. You’re brave. Braver than me. It takes a lot of guts to tell someone how you feel.”

“I’ll try to remember that while I’ll sitting in my room dateless on Saturday night.”

“Don’t down play yourself. You’re amazing Y/N.”

You wished Isaac would have just left you alone. It wasn’t intentional but he was making you feel worse about the situation. No girl wants to hear the guy who doesn’t return her feelings tell her how brave and amazing she is. Tears started to prick your eyes and you closed them to try to keep them from falling.

“Can you just stop Isaac?”

Isaac realized you were about to cry and that was something he never wanted to be responsible for. He got up from his swing beside you and stood in front of you.

“I mean it. Any guy would be incredibly lucky to call you his. You’re smart and beautiful. Whenever I feel like crap, you always make me laugh. You were there for me through everything. My brother dying. My dad being a dick. When you found out I was a werewolf you stayed. You even threated to fight everyone when they thought I killed my dad.”

Now the tears were freefalling from your eyes. Why did he have to be so sweet? It wasn’t fair. Here was this incredible guy telling you all the wonderful things about you, but he didn’t want to date you. You didn’t want to be mad at him. People can’t help if they don’t feel the same and you weren’t entitled to being his girlfriend just because you were nice to him. You didn’t want to be like those douchey guys who said they got friend zoned because the girl they were nice to didn’t want to date them.

“Oh, Y/N, don’t you get it,” Isaac said as he grabbed your hands and pulled you up from the swing. His heart shattered at the hopeless look in your eyes. He reached up with his hand to wipe away your tears while the other held tightly around your hand. “I’m trying to tell you I love you. As more than a friend.”

“What,” you asked more confused than ever.

“While I was looking for you I had time to think. I thought about how happy you make me. How much you’ve been there for me. How if you weren’t in my life I would be completely lost. You mean the world to me, Y/N.”

“You sure this isn’t just because I admitted my feelings, and our friendship would have probably been over and you were afraid of losing me?”

“Of course I was afraid of losing you,” Isaac said reaching down to grab your other hand so now both of your hands were laced with his. “But what you said made me realize how I feel about you. I was just scared. I remembered those times I would see you down the hall and I would think ‘damn, she’s gorgeous.’ Or those times I would watch you put on lipstick and find myself staring a little too long at your lips. I had to force myself to stop thinking like that, because best friends aren’t supposed to think of each other in that way. You were just smarter than me and realized how you felt and didn’t try to play it off.”

“You mean all that,” you asked smiling faintly.

“Yes. I love you, Y/N.”

You exhaled letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. Isaac’s hands tightened around yours, his thumbs rubbing back and forth. The moonlight made Isaac’s blue eyes shine even brighter than they did when he was in his wolf form and they glowed yellow.

Isaac slowly tilted his head down as he glanced at your lips then back up to your eyes. He was just centimeters away from your lips, his eyes closed and yours were just barely open. Right before his lips were about to touch yours, you whispered to Isaac.

“Are you sure about this? If we cross this line there’s no going back.” You were scared Isaac was just caught up in the moment. Maybe he would regret this later.

“I wouldn’t dream of going back,” Isaac whispered back to you. Then he closed the gap between you. You swear in that moment you heard fireworks going off. Your heart was doing double time in your chest. The kiss was slow and made you weak in the knees. If Isaac wasn’t there to hold you up, gravity would have won and taken you to the ground. Isaac was so gentle with you. It wasn’t rushed or hungry. He took his time taking in every second. Isaac really did love you. You could tell from the kiss the two of you were going to be so much more than best friends.

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