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theromaboo · 2 months

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The Seventh Day of Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar did not speak in Ecclesiastical Latin (also known as Italianate Latin).

This is a misconception close to my heart because I actually got banned from TikTok because of it!

Basically, I was scrolling through the comment section of a TikTok video when I saw someone wrote a comment saying that Classical Latin pronunciation is artificial and fake and that Ecclesiastical Latin is actually the real, natural pronunciation of Latin that every single ancient Roman spoke in.

I replied to them, saying no, Ecclesiastical Latin is the artificial one, because it is pronouncing Latin with modern Standard Italian phonology. Languages evolve and there is no reason why every single Latin-speaking ancient Roman should have pronounced it as if it was Standard Italian. Latin was a living language for a long time and was spoken in a very large area, of course there would be tons of accents and dialects, changing and evolving over hundreds of years, and none of them should be identical to Ecclesiastical Latin, which is based on a modern language.

When linguists use clues to get a good idea of how educated people in Rome spoke Latin around the time of Julius Caesar, it's called Classical Latin pronunciation. It's not artificial; it's our best guess. And we have a lot of clues!

By the way, it's so annoying to write anything intelligent on TikTok because the character limit on comments is so restrictive!

What happened next was an insane back and forth argument that took place over 5 hours, and I now realise that I should've never interacted with them in the first place because nothing good would've come out from that.

It was a very amusing but very frustrating argument. My favourite part was when they kept saying I should read Vox Latina by Sydney Allen, which by the way, I had already read. They must've bought their copy of the book from the Dollar Store because I do not know how they read the book and believed that the ancient Romans spoke Ecclesiastical Latin. The entire book is pretty much about how the ancient Romans did not speak Ecclesiastical Latin! The Classical Latin pronunciation that person hates so much is exactly what Sydney Allen wrote in support of in Vox Latina!

Though I wish less people treated Vox Latina like the gospel. It's great but pretty old and outdated. I especially disagree with what he said about the vowels.

Anyway, one very long very amusing very frustrating argument later, they reported me for being underage, which I'm not. Proving I wasn't underage was too obnoxious for me, so I just quit using TikTok. The End.

I'm so sorry for anyone who isn't interested in the pronunciation of Latin; this must be so boring for you. But what I'm trying to get at is that we have a pretty good idea of how Julius Caesar would've pronounced Latin, and it's not Ecclesiastical Latin.

For example, veni vidi vici in Ecclesiastical Latin is pronounced similar to veh-nee vee-dee vee-chee (oh I hate writing things out phonetically like that but the IPA isn't working for me for some reason). But it most likely would've been pronounced similar to weh-nee wee-dee wee-kee (except the e in veni is pronounced a little bit more closed than in Ecclesiastical Latin).

#the 15 days of julius caesar #julius caesar #ides of march #ancient rome #latin #latin language #ecclesiastical latin #classical latin

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cumulo-stratus · 7 months

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01- Lover

pairing- Spencer Reid x Male!reader summary- slow burn story of how spencer reid fell in love with Y/n L/n warnings- profanities, some arguing, lemme know if theres anything else! wc- 2k

a/n- Guys!! im so excited about this idea, orginally it was going to be short blurbs for each time all in one fic but i got carried away and its turned into a series now. And i know im still a little behind on Flufftober ficus but i needed to take a break from writing things to fit a prompt, i was feeling kinda creatively burnt out from it so i just wanted to write something off the top of my head and the song came on my headphones and then i blacked out and here we are lmao, hope you like it! (P.S. so much credit to @avis-writeshq for the inspo around some of it , totally a great writer and you should totally go check them out!)

Notes: (E/C) = Eye color | (H/T) = hair type (curly, wavy, thick, thin etc.)

part 1//part 2

spencer stepped onto the same train he took every morning; the green line for 5 stops, and the red line for 1 after that. Spencer prefers his first leg of the journey though- but thats only because of The Boy. Who’s The Boy, you ask? Well, The Boy is a man on the train, and this man on the train spencer had seen everyday for last 6 months. everyday, 1 stop after spencer gets on The Boy would get on. He would sit in the same seat near the back, put his olive green backpack between his legs, and put his headphones in his ears. he would sit, one leg crossed over the other and read anything from Poe to Austen.

Spencer always stared, now to be fair The Boy was very naturally handsome. He had striking (E/C) eyes, and (H/T) hair. His style often resembled spencers, slacks and button ups with cardigans and sweater vests, The Boy tended to lean towards more bright colors ad fun patterns then spencer.

Today, spencer noticed he had started a new book; A Collected Works of Edgar Allen Poe. Yesterday he had been reading a book on the history of witch craft, spencer thought it went well with the the witch hats and black cats on his knitted sweater, very fitting for October he may add.

And once again spencer was staring (nothing out of the ordinary) but today The Boy looked up at just the right time and caught spencer in the act. He immediately looked down, blushing profusely. But if he had looked back for another second spencer wouldve seen The boys sly smirk, and the slight tinge of warmth on his cheeks. Spencer decided the best possible course of action was to pretend nothing had happened and bury his silent admiration of the mystery boy on the train. But that plan was thrown completely out the window when The mystery boy got up from his seat, picked up his bag and plopped down next to spencer in an open plastic seat. Because little did spencer know but The Boy had done his own fair share of staring at spencer from afar, admiring his natural beauty and book choice. He had been toying with the notion of finally approaching this mystery man, and this was the final push he needed to approach spencer.

“so, you like Poes works?”

spencer looked up to find The Boy looking at him expectedly with a friendly smile. The same boy he had fantasized over for almost 6 months but never even thought of approaching, had just walked up to him and started a conversation.

spencers mind was reeling, to say the least.

but he still managed to squeak out “Yes, he’s one of my favorites” But add in a dash of stuttering and blushing. What can i say? It was an awkward interaction for and awkward guy. But this didnt deter The Boy, who then lit up at spencers words (which also caught spencer off guard and left him reeling for a moment) and said “Me too! but my favorite has to be ‘Annabel Lee’, everyone thinks its the documentation of a man going insane over his obsession with a girl named Annabel Lee. But i personally think its just a guy who’s madly in love, and people are a little jealous of the pure, intense type of love that Poe was writing about..” The boy looked down and blushed, trailing off. spencer looked at him confused and with a surge of confidence said “what-?” with confusion. The boy looked back up, almost surprised at spencers words, at spencers encouragement. This said encouragement gave him the confidence needed to say “im sorry, i realized i was rambling to a stranger on the train and i didnt even introduce myself; Im dr. Y/n L/n, whats your name? Spencer chuckled to himself at how who he now knew as Y/n, managed to say so many words in so little time. “I also have a habit of talking too fast when im nervous, sorry about that” Y/n added, taking care to speak at a slower pace. Spencer didnt mind it and was mostly focused on the fact that Y/n was nervous, did spencer make Y/n nervous? but he wasnt caught up in his thoughts for too long and remembered to respond to Y/ns question “its okay, i ramble a lot too, i dont mind. And im spencer. Dr. Spencer reid-“ spencer cut himself off to finally look at y/n before continuing- “but im not a medical doctor, I have doctorates in Math, Chemistry and Engineering.”

Y/n had an almost proud smile on his face, And said “wow, smart cookie!” his tone was joking of course but spencer still blushed profusely, despite his many attempts to stop it. Y/n continued, not noticing spencers flushed state, much to spencer’s relief. “Im not a medical doctor either though, i have PHDs in both math and physics. I always thought i was above average, but ive been outdone!” Y/ns tone was joking as he said it.

They continued their introductory conversation for another couple minutes when Spencer, in an effort to keep the conversation going, had asked what Y/n was listening to.

“im listening to Ours, by taylor swift, and im not a swiftie, im a taylor swift enjoyer.” Y/n said with a definitive tone. But spencer only looked at Y/n with confusion written across his features. “Whats a- swiftie…?” spencer asked. Y/ns faced seemed to almost drain of color at this statement. “Whats a swiftie?!” his tone was incredulous, as if spencer had committed some heinous act, which he was pretty sure he hadn’t. “swifties are people who thoroughly enjoy the music of none other than the greatest pop musician of all time!” spencer was a little embarrassed, he didnt want to miss out on something Y/n enjoyed so he held his hand out and asked, “maybe i could listen to it with you, and learn about her music?” Y/n grinned at the idea, and handed spencer one of his airpods and restarted the song.

and so for the rest of their train ride, they listened Y/n’s taylor swift playlist. But After hearing Ours, it remained his favorite.

And so, for the next few weeks it continued on like this. Y/n would get on the train at spencers first stop, and B-line straight to the back of the train where spencer had saved a seat for him. And then they would sit and talk, about anything from literature, to art, to science. But one thing always remained; Taylor Swift. Everyday Y/n would have a new collection of song for him to listen to on his airpods as they talked. But Ours still remained his ever favorite, although Cardigan and Willow were close seconds.

Today, however, was different. Today, after much encouragement and much teasing, spencer was going to ask Y/n out. His team couldnt deal with anymore gushing about Y/n, the guy from the train.

spencer waited impatiently for Y/n to step onto the train at his stop. He almost missed and almost ran into at least 2 people on the way to his seat. Y/n plopped down into his seat breathlessly and started his normal routine of pulling out his airpods and queuing up the music. But he was stopped in his tracks, the airpod he was about to offer to spencer, when the latter blurted out “Hey would you maybe wanna go get coffee with me on Saturday afternoon at perfectos?” Spencer had spoken so fast Y/n barely caught it. But he was amazed at spencers attention to detail. Y/n had never even told him he liked perfectos cafe (he was of the firm belief that they made the best coffee in DC). He had just walked in with a cup of coffee from them almost everyday. It made his heart swell at the gesture, and his cheeks redden at spencers question.

that reminded Y/n to answer, instead of just sitting there wide eyed like a deer in headlights. And said; “i’d love that spencer, thank you”

spencer had been so caught up in his thoughts, and worries over the words that had just spilled from his lips moments ago that he was caught off guard at Y/n’s positive response. They both beefed at each other like children for the rest of the ride until Y/n got off, and not even when spencer arrived for work could he wipe the smile off his face, much to the delight of Morgan and JJ.

To Be Continued…

#bau #criminal minds #bau team #spencer reid #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid series #cute #fluff #series #train ride #meet cute #taylor swift #swiftie #ours by taylor swift

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my2phetaliaheadcanons · 1 year

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I'm choosing tragedy today. Can I have Yandere allies with a darling that's pregnant ( by them ). She's been trying her best to make it work with them ( but the Yanderes can tell that it's not out of love, it's out of the fact that they'll be having a kid soon ), but it's very hard for her. Soon the stress of being kidnapped and forced to do things against your will caught up to the darling. It caused her to miscarriage. They can remember that dreeded day. The darling was streaming, yelling at that it was all their fault and they had killed their baby with their sick fantasy. From that day on, the darling grew cold and bitter towards them. It's gotten to the point they hardly ( if at all!!! ) considers their existence, and it seems that they'll never let up. I need something very angst-y and depressing please.

FYI: This one is heavy. It took me almost a year to write for this one and I wanted to do it justice. So, I hope it was worth the wait.

Night’s freezing rain beat like a lover’s wounded heart against the old roof. The gentle, constant thrum mixed with the squeak of an old glider were the only sounds that filled the dark nursery.

(Y/N)’s unsteady rocking matched the wet, glazed look in her (E/C) eyes as the empty, white cradle hypnotized her.

Its somber whispers coiled around her. Reminding her of what she had lost, and what could never be. Her damaged fingernails cracked as she dug into the stained wood as the dark thoughts continued. How HE had taken the one drop of pure sunlight that had appeared in months.

A shrill creak accompanied by a harsh beam of white light broke the tormentor’s fantasy. (Y/N) didn’t react, only gliding in the cushioned chair.

Softly, he called her name. A gentle plea for her attention, reaction, anything to prove that his beloved was still alive.

The repetition of her name and pet names grew as his thunderous, slow steps grew closer. Her own frustration bubbled up in the form of dark tears. A low dog-like growl grew from her throat the closer he came.

When his hand touched the chair, stopping the sway. (Y/N) snapped.

“GET OUT!” She stood, barring her teeth. “You have no right to mourn for what you killed! For what you’ve taken from me!”

Wailing, (Y/N) continued her verbal gnashing. Letting the disgusting flood waters flow from the haunted swamp it had been trapped in.

As the tears began to shutter like the slow change of the tide, (Y/N) laid one more verbal sting. “I never loved you.” She laughed hysterically. “The only thing you were good for was being a sperm donor!”

America: The black, leather gloves wrinkled harshly against Allen’s fists. His teeth clicked as he ground them like metal gears forced to a sudden stop.

“I’m” His hand tightened on the glider.” tired of your shit!” The chair clattered and splintered as the force of the push caused it to become embedded in the nursery wall.

Gasping, (Y/N) attempted to stagger back yet Allen followed, offering her no relief. Closing the gap until they were only a hair apart. His finger bruised her breast as he jabbed into the supple flesh.

“He” Allen’s voice wavered as tears pricked his eyes like pins. “Was my son too, and for a time we were happy. You accepted me as your husband. And we WILL be happy again.”

Allen backed up; his flushed face paired with pained tears. “Just give me more time.”

Canada: Matt was silent and stiff as the words reverberated off the nursery walls like a mortuary bell.

(Y/N) watched as he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs to the point that the bandages around his chest strained to hold the powerful muscles back. He spoke with the exhale; frustration leaking into his tone like a cracked dam ready to burst.

“I understand your hurtin, Maple. But there ain’t any reason to take it out on me.”

Guffawing in shock, (Y/N) could only gasp before she began to spit her venom like a spited Sahara serpent. Numbering her woes like the course, grains of sand in a blood-red desert. Hissing as she described how each moment of forced obedience was as if he stroked her thin skin with a Cholla cactus, leaving slivers of spines and ruby rivers in its wake.

“ENOUGH!”

His roar shook the room, ceramic figurines tinkled as they rattled, and books shifted on shelves as (Y/N) was silenced mid-word.

Still, as the nursery statues, (Y/N) remained frozen as Matt stalked closer. Their eyes locked as predator and prey.

Matt’s heavy breathing fanned her paling face. Whispering, “Enough”. Scarred hands cupped (Y/N)’s face, leading her closer to him. Foreheads softly bumped as they touched. “I get it, Maple. It hurts, and that pain will never go away. But I will remain, even as you fight me, to ease that pain.”

France: (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she slapped a hand against her (L/C) lips. She whimpered like a scared child at the realization of her grave mistake.

She had dared to insult her tormentor. The man that claimed love, but instead showed obsession. A man that privately destroyed anyone that dared to injure his pride.

When François sighed, (Y/N) flinched. Muscles tense for pain and punishment, but he made no move to her. Instead, the frumpy Frenchman reached into his back pocket, seeming not affected by his wife's sharp insults.

He shuffled for a moment before revealing a box of blue and white box Gauloises cigarettes and a simple, black, Zippos lighter. With a quick flick and click, François lit the cancer stick and lifted it to his lips. Taking a long, slow drag before letting the smoke blow like a dragon’s fire.

“Cher,” His voice rumbled like a car driving on gravel. “Are you done?”

“No-o. I’ll never be done.” (Y/N) choked on her whimpers as she backed up shakily. “I’ll always hate you.”

Another sigh from François, this one heavier like a man tired of fighting an uphill battle as he made his way to her glider. The chair creaked as his weight fully settled into it.

The calloused hand with the lit cigarette was outstretched. Inviting her into his lap. (Y/N) didn’t move, only shaking further as she pushed herself against the bars of the white cradle.

“Come, to me Cher. Let’s dream of what our life could have been had our bébé remained with us.” His hand remained out, fingers and palm relaxed further. “And when you are ready, we can try again, but we will never forget our first.”

England: As her final syllable echoed off the pastel, nursery walls, Oliver's look of shock slowly morphed into something more sinister. His cool, blue eyes darkened into the pink slits of an angered Cheshire cat, while his lips rose to show off the large, sharp canines that looked ready to paint themselves with her blood.

“Now, Poppet.” He purred tightly. “Let’s not ruin tonight by acting like the last few months haven’t been wonderful. After all.” His smile sharpened. “I have quite the surprise in store.”

(Y/N) scoffed challengingly as she looked away. Her wet eyes burned holes in the white carpet as she dropped her voice down to a choked whisper. “We weren’t happy. It was a lie to keep my child safe. And now they're gone.”

Oliver’s hardened stare softened. “Not quite dearest.”

As the pastel-dressed man stepped to the left. he revealed a small child standing in the doorway. The light from the hall creating a small halo around their head. The fluffy hair on top of his little head appeared to be made of the softest strawberry-blond silk that curled at the top of his ears. His pale, freckled face was flushed red as his (E/C) eyes bubbled with unshed tears.

(Y/N) noticed that his lips trembled as his tiny hands nervously tugged at the corduroy overalls. Never looked at her, but at the floor, as he slowly shuffled away from their captor.

“Oliver, where did you get this child?”

The questioned man smiled. Though, this one was different from the tight one given moments before. This one was still large, but genuine, warm like the end of a summer day. Somehow that sent a chill colder than the winds of hell down (Y/N)’s spine.

“Poppet, don’t you recognize our son?”

Russia: As (Y/N)’s shout turned to silence; she sneered at her captor. Arms crossed and teeth bared like a starving dog in a fighting ring ready to resist any punishment Viktor would lay.

Instead of the monotone lecture and bruising grasp of his bare hands, Viktor was silent and still. His frown was slight, but his eyes told a silent tragedy. His dull crimson irises appeared darker than normal, almost lifeless by the heavy, purple bags that hung underneath them. His brown hair was unkept rather than the neat sweep of its usual style.

“Милый,” He rumbled with a deep sigh, “I, understand that I am at fault. I caused you too much stress.” Viktor moved closer to (Y/N), his heavy winter boots sinking into the plush carpet with each step. “Destroyed your health to the point your body could no longer maintain our child.”

On Viktor went, rattling off minor inconveniences as if they were deadly poisons that lead to the death of their child. Each one sent (Y/N) further back until her back smacked against the wall. Her cold hands clawed against the painted material searching for something to put between her and the mad beast.

A loud slam against the wooden wall resonated through the room as Viktor placed his hands against the wall. (Y/N) froze, trapped by the large arms of her ‘husband’. Their eyes were locked, red ones full of grief and stress while the (E/C) eyes contained only fear.

His whispers of atonement only increased her fear. Killed her belief that she would ever be free.

China: (Y/N) watched Jin’s eyes shut as he took a deep breath. Then another, his hands curling into tight fists before releasing in time with his breathing.

Like the slow ticking on a clock before a big event, his breathing eventually steadied. His red eyes opened like the heavy, iron gates of castles in eras past.

The tranquil rose-red garden that once lay within his eyes was no more. Withered and greyed flowers were what now remained inside. Almost like the weight of loss had begun to reveal Jin’s true age.

“I know, but will you still join me at her memorial?”

"Memorial?"

"Yes, Qin. Though she never made it to this plane." Jin's breath shuttered as he held back tears. "She still deserved to be honored as if she did."

He held out his hand toward her. A broken smile on his lips as he silently urged her to take his hand. To begin the process of healing.

Quietly, (Y/N) opened her mouth. No sound left her, not even the squeak of a syllable. She shook her head, licking her lips as she lifted her hand. Hesitantly placing it into his.

"Ok."

#2p canada #2p china #2p russia #2p england #2p hetalia #2p america #2p france #2p allies #2p yandere #yandere hetalia #yandere

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honeyhetalia · 11 months

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FIRST OFF IM GONNA WRITE ABOUT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE WHW BARELY GETS RECOGNITION: 2p China

Full name: Zao Wang

*smol but tall

* 5'10

* looks about 25

* Nice long hair

* Wears it half up half down

* Or in a bun

* Kinda lowkey shredded

* Abs

* very attractive

* skin is usually pale in the winter and somehow always has a tan by the time summer rolls around

* for some reason I believe Zao adopts the American culture really well

* i see him thriving in San Francisco or Los Angeles

* like he’s a west coaster

* sun, beach, babes, that’s all he needs

*he loves Chinese food but he also loves trying food from other cultures

* major foodie

* also I imagine him being a gym freak but only because he uses the gym to get with girls

* he looooovesssss attention

* lowkey a whore

* Memes

* Breathes m e m e s

* his personality is insufferable

* like he can be so annoying

* On twitter 25/8

* Hyena laughs

* Nice ass smile tho

* "Psst everyone turn your air drop on."

* Airdrops literally the dumbest things

* Almost never wears hoodies

* "It's suffocating."

* loves basketball and hip hop culture for some reason

* Plays basketball really well

* you can catch him playing pick up games in Venice Beach with Allen

* Point guard

* Zao is Yao's younger brother

* Loves pissing Yao off

* He lives to do so

* that one guy who swears he knew the song before everyone else

* "I knew that song before it was cool."

* Rich kid

* Yao's his older brother so of course that's his money plug

* Drives a nice ass car even though he doesn’t deserve it

* Spends his money on drugs and name brand stuff

*C R A D L E R O C K E R

* this man loves younger women (Ik it’s weird…)

* Best friends with Allen and Lutz

* They all do illegal shit together

* they Live with each other which is complete and utter chaos

* Attends meetings but goofs tf off

* Doesn't take notes

* Gets all his work done the day before or the day it's due

* loves action movies

* rlly big Marvel movie fan

* he’s seen every single one

* I believe he’s a simp but only for the right girl

* this man takes substance abuse to the next level

*that’s all I’ll say abt that

* he’s rlly nice tho

* pls be his friend

* loves video games

///andddd that’s all I got for now. Feel free to chime in and tell me what you think or who you want to see next. I love Zao sm he’s my lil babey. But yeah see ya!!!///

#2p hetalia #2p china #zao wang #hetalia #2ptalia #hws #hetalia headcanons #2p headcanons #hetalia imagines #hetalia world stars #hetalia x reader #2p hetalia x reader #2p!hetalia #2p!china #2p america

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16ruedelaverrerie · 10 months

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Anon I love you passionately, never change. I want you to have this:

WE AS A SOCIETY KEEP CASTING NEIL NEWBON IN ROLES WHERE HE INEVITABLY, SOMEHOW, EVEN WHEN HE IS A CHARACTER IN A FUTURISTIC STORY ABOUT ANDROIDS SET IN A MAJOR METROPOLITAN CITY, GETS FUCKED BY A BEAR

You must be mistaking me for someone else... I never made anything of the sort.......... Thank you very much for sticking around, and for being so kind 🥹💓

There is NOTHING SWEETER TO MY EARS THAN THE RALLYING CRY OF "CANON DOESN'T EXIST"! COME LOVE RESTAURANTS WITH ME, ANON. JOIN THE COMMERCIAL KITCHEN FANDOM. BE IN THE FANDOM OF COOKING AS A CONCEPT. Gavin having a minor knife accident and the entire kitchen being thrown into an overblown frenzy of panic... Going on the road with a food truck as the restaurant gets renovated to put in wine storage... Nines realizing that he needs to study mixology and contacting a very confused Allen to demand tutoring... Gavin being hired out for a private catering gig in a mansion and getting run so ragged by the end of it that he just takes a three-hour nap on the parlor couch halfway in Nines's lap... Gavin later being mortified to discover that he has done so... R E S T A U R A N T S

💕💕💕I'm sorry for putting such a lovely message behind the cut, @bumblee-bee! But this is what comes of being so kind that looking upon you is like looking directly into the sun. I am too embarrassed to face you out in the open. I'm so so SO so glad that you are enjoying Les Mignardises! I don't think I'm even capable of truly conveying the full extent of my gratitude, but that fic means a lot to me (too much to me, really) and it genuinely moves me to hear that you are having fun with it. I still think of myself as someone who primarily contributes to fandom through fic; with each passing day, this becomes more and more untenable a self-concept -- if that's true, where the fuck is the writing to show for it? WHY DO YOUR FIC UPDATES TAKE LITERAL YEARS, NAT? -- but still, some stubborn part of me wants the fics to matter, you know. Thank you so much.

And of course it's fantastic that you've made your way back to the fandom!!! YISSSS BE ENFOLDED BACK INTO THE LOVING CLAWED EMBRACE OF THIS HELLPIT

#askbox #les mignardises

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vendettasfanfictioning · 7 months

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Since I can't, y'know, shut my mouth, I decided it's better to make a whole ass post about this so thank you @juniperjello for asking.

Here are my Top 13 Destiel Traxx AKA Fic Recs:

And This, Your Living Kiss (M) is a GODSEND I've read this more times than I can count, I even have NerdyNerdenstein's podfic of it saved on my phone, it is that good. It stars poet! Dean relearning his love for the arts and Literature professor! Castiel, whose favorite author just so happens to be Jack Allen (AKA Dean). I also love love loved the family dynamics here, it's all so homey and cozy. The poetry in this is stunning too. Highly recommend this one!

A Thousand Lies (E) follows con artist! Dean on his latest assignment of unraveling rich businessman! Crowley's secrets by playing as his secretary, all the while juggling dates with accountant! Castiel. Except there's more to them than meets the eye, and the plot gets thicker and thicker until you find yourself stuck to your phone for more than 4 hours, hopping from one chapter to the next. Yes that's exactly what happened to me lmao I was hooked, and stories like these where the angel fam are humans are always so fun. I love spotting the parallels and whatnot.

(goldenraeofsun, author of the previous fic, has a ton of fics I highly recommend so if you vibe with their style, go check out their account! I was torn about what to put here between "The Original Apple Pie Latte", "Not the Fire, but the Spark" and this—also I'm pretty sure I have half of their works bookmarked by now 😭)

Forget-Me-Not Blues (E) has all the correct vibes of a classic early 2000s romcom. It's set in Sam and Jessica's wedding, with Dean as the former's best man and Castiel as the latter's. Oh, and did I mention they have history? A particularly roughly-broken high school love story? That they absolutely refuse to acknowledge so now the wedding prep is so full of tension it's choking everybody? Yeah... This is a good one.

An Exercise In 'Worthless' (M) is one of the first destiel fics I've ever read. At that point, I was only on S2 or S3 and had no idea what was happening or who most of the other cast was, but the vibes were immaculate and reading it again as I progressed through the show, it just kept getting better. It's got tattoo artist! Dean whose shop is set up beside Gabriel's cafe (it's called the Physical Graffitea heh). It's got grad student! Castiel attending the same uni as Sam for a niche course in dialects. It's got Dean thinking Cas is more interested than Sam (missing the heart eyes Sam and Gabe are giving each other). It's got family feels!!!!!! as these four idiots live normal, non-supernatural lives!!!!!!!

Kissing Strangers (T/E) is a happy(!!!!!) queer awakening story, wherein Castiel realizes he's not as straight as he thought when he gets kissed by Dean for a social experiment. There's actually three fics in the series, the first one covers The Kiss while the next two are insights on the progress of destiel's relationship. It's really neat, and the author—sharkfish—has a lot of fics I've been reading this past week. (They have a lot of good ace! dean and/or ace! cas fics!!!!!!!!!!)

In Due Time (Dean Winchester is Saved) (T) is not only touching as hell but also mind-blowing. 26-year-old Dean is zapped to the future by an unknown power, and what does he see? Himself, happily settled; married to an angel of the frickin' lord with a son; and his brother, still hunting. THIS FIC IS AN ABSOLUTE GEM!!!! Baby Dean interacting with Cas means So Much to me.

Broadway Musical (T) is, in my humble opinion, an absolute banger and a classic. It's got the fun, lighthearted tone of a romcom and my favorite trope of "they may all be dicks but at least there's no murder" with the angel family. It's a reimagining of the first ever Armageddon: what if, instead of being the Righteous Man himself, Dean was chosen to father the two brothers of old with Jo Harvelle, with the entire Host of angels excitedly chattering about it in heaven. Except the cupid's arrow doesn't sink in, to either Dean or Jo, and they don't fall in love. So good ol' Cas comes down to take matters into his own (awkward) hands.

Sand and Salt (E) continues off of S9 fallen angel! Castiel. The timeline is important to me for two reasons, namely: Kevin and Charlie. Destiel are highlighted at the second half but the first is just Sam, Dean, Kevin, and Charlie helping Cas settle in as a human. They go to a mall to shop and eat and bond and they are so, so precious to me.

Carnival Oasis (E) is a series as well, but it's honestly SO worth it. We have creature! Castiel who eats sin and extremely guilty! Dean who first confessed his sins to Cas as a way to gauge what the fuck he is. But then he kept coming back. They get all gooey and shit here, as they should be. Plus the reveal on Cas' background??? It made me go insane I swear.

Convenient Husbands (E) is honestly just. So good. I've reread it multiple times over the past few weeks and it never gets tiring. This one's about hunter! Dean and Garuda! Castiel forming a marriage bond... Purely for convenience, of course. I'm also obsessed with the set-up of the hunting community in this AU, they got a whole network and base and it's awesome you should definitely read it. (Annie D also has a lot of fics on AO3 that you should check out—I'm very partial to "It's Always the End of the World Somewhere"!!)

This Witch!Cas AU series is based off of probably my most favorite story prompts to ever trend in Tumblr history: it's about witch! Cas who's moved to town after his grandmother's passing. Madame Novak's will is all that everyone's talking about, as it states that Castiel needs to marry to not only inherit the estate but also to keep his magick. Gardener and shopkeeper! Dean finds this tasteless, what with everyone treating Cas like he's just some prize and not, y'know, a person. Then, Castiel makes an announcement: he ties the key to the estate to his cat's collar, and whoever gets the key may take his hand as well. Everyone scrambles to chase after the surprisingly smart feline... except for Dean, who's slowly warming up to the little guy, and the cat to him in return.

it's brighter now (G/T) is actually a series but!!! It's a babyjackverse like come on, how can you resist that? This speaks for itself and it says all you will ever need in a fic, which is BABY JACK!!!!!!!!!!

conversations between brother & sister (T) is, simply put, criminally short but perfectly encapsulated my ideal ending for Supernatural. It's two fics; the first is about Jack and Emma, and the second is about Jack and Claire. The reason this is here is because I am a firm believer that this deserves more recognition and love and we need more AUs like this. Destiel are so, so tender and sweet but the main focus is, of course, Jack's conflicting feelings. I would leave a hundred thousand kudos on this if I could.

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bsd ramblings (season 3 and 4)

“is there really any value to this thing we call living?” dazai’s a mood

KID DAZAI AND CHUUYA OMFGOMFG

“what kind of suicidal punk are you” — chuuya to his future husband

omg i love the sillies

mori sounds like the kurzgesagt dude ngl

THEY HATE EACH OTHER OMG THEYRE SO IN LOVE

THE B A N T E R

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

chuuya being a shortie is so fun. “i’m still growing” growing my ass just kiss dazai already

THE ODA PARALLELS AAAAAAAAAAAAA

dazai you autistic motherfucker

chuuya being a gang leader is fun

dazai is my silly

wait so chuuya’s technically 7 years younger than he actually is?

gravity boi x suicidal manic, my favorite ship dynamic

THE BABIS ARE SKKING THE BABIS ARE SKKING THEYRE DOUBLE BLACK WKEHRUEHUFUEBDHDHSBEH

when are dazai and chuuya gonna kiss dammit

THE SILLIES ARE BANTERING JEUDHWHSUHE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

WHY IS DOSTOYEVSKY SO FINE

dostoyevsky is so silly

i am in dire need of more pm dazai. i need it all. i need more. i crave my husband’s past life. i need to see him and chuuya kiss while wiping out their enemies.

i can’t wait to write fanfic once i finish this show. i don’t wanna screw up anything canon wise so i’ll wait. i’ll watch all of the show plus the spin-off to get all the dazai i can. i’ve already pirated the movie, nothing can stop me now.

dazai is a slut and i love him for it. this is actually canon (at least during his pm years he was)

dazai x kunikida x chuuya

kyouka is my child, i love her so much

I HATE FANSERVICE. I THOUGHT BSD WOULD BE THE GOOD ANIME WITHOUT IT

KYOUKA MY BABY IM SO SORRY ABOUT YOUR PARENTS I LOVE HERRRRR

power of money?? real american o7 yeehaw capitalism

bro just walked into someone’s home, sat down, and started laughing

“black daniels” HEY THATS JACK DANIELS

“hey poe!! it’s so nice to see you!!” JUST KISS ALREADY YOU TWO

the random ass fish-eye cuts in this show 😭😭

“OBJECTION!!” what is this, ace attorney???

i love how the superhumans are called gifteds, implying they’ve taken at least one honors/ap course. by that logic, i’m extra gifted (im in honors history and english)

i haven’t seen dazai in a while wtf. where’s my husband?? i’ve barely seen kunikida, let alone chuuya. ok he’s here rn, prob won’t be for long

ok but seriously mori is a pedo. elise is getting used even though she’s a fucking brat who gets what she wants

oh shit they got blew up

nvm

DID AKUTAGAWA JUST NARUTO RUN

oh shit i forgot the catholic existed. puritan, whatever. same difference, both are culty at times

FUCK MORI. THAT FUCKING PEDO.

i think what i love about bsd is that the characters are complex. dazai can be considered a serial killer and definitely bad mentor to akutagawa but an amazing mentor to atsushi and is my husband

i love dostoyevsky’s english va. they did such an amazing job. 100/10 russian accent

MY HUSBAND GOT SHOT OMGOMGOMG MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYY

HI CHUUYA I MISSED YOU. AKUTAGAWA TOO HI HELLO

RANPO <33 MY SILLY GETTING SERIOUS OOOOOO

HI KENJI IT’S BEEN SO LONG I HAVENT SEEN YOU

CHUUYA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

virus cannibalism my favorite /j

kunikida has tear gas powers? what is he, a cop???

oh noooo a kid got shotttttt how terribleeeeee /s

THE SAD AF MUSIC I CANT WHY IS THERE A CELLO HERE

oh that’s why, dostoyevsky has one

I LOVE GIN <33

kenji the silly!!

“aren’t you the one who lost to dazai?” RANPO RUBBING THE WOUND IN DAMN

the music is autism frfr

KARL <333333

“if ranpo really were to die in that world though, what would i do with myself?” — edgar allen poe

katai’s dead? damn. rip ig

oh shit here’s the bowl cut lemon dude

the office girls are dating

damn fukuzawa and mori had a past together

WHY DOES NATSUME LOOK LIKE WALMART HITLER

dazai making his kids work together is gold

“what did you have for dinner last night?” “yes” GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW

the classical music omg

“you’re quite the rough ride, yknow” that’s what she said

“enough, you’re not paying for this ride” that’s what she said

incel (katai) isn’t dead

i love how dazai is the mafia boss in a different timeline

akutagawa and atsushi are so down bad for each other omg

my native english speaking ass hears theodore instead of fyodor. i’m pretty sure it’s the same but different languages but still

dazai <3

ranpo <3

BAR LUPIN BAR LUPIN WJSBAJBSKWUSMSIMSJDBHSJSHSHS IM GONNA CRY

wait so season 4 is fukazawa focused? dammit i wanted more dazai

HI RANPO MY SCRUNGO HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI

i fucking love ranpo. the silly

he’s such a brat. good for him

IS THERE A CULT????? LOWKEY LOOKS LIKE CHRISTIANITY ON STEROIDS

oh it’s the play

“there something everyone else gets and i don’t get it” RANPO MY AUTISTIC SCRUNGO <33

ranpo my silly <33

honestly i keep forgetting they’re detectives

ranpo has adhd and autism

ranpo got fucking bitch slapped i love him

“as always, i have a hard time saying no to ranpo” ITS BECAUSE YOURE GAY POE

“but i got to see your rare, exasperated face so it was well worth the money!” poe you homosexual

“are you that detective’s fanboy or something?” “no i’m his rival!” how about boyfriend?

i fucking love ranpo omg

NIKOLAI IS SO SILLY

why can i handle anime gore but not irl organs omg

my gore levels are weird. organs and bodily fluids (beside blood) are a no-go but i can see a dead body no problem

when did atsushi become op

“a total of 625 charges…” MY BABY GETTING ARRESTED NOOO

GOD I FUCKING LOVE NIKOLAI

wait so the ada is a front? wtf??

i’m so confused wtf is going on

the decay of angels would be a cool ass band name

ok so moot says ada is innocent and shit like that. i trust them.

teruko is my child

everyone’s a shitty person i love them

HI CHUUYA OMG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAA

why chuuya kinda 😳😳

kunikida has ocd (i’m not projecting wdymmm)

“i won’t let anyone mess up my schedule!” whole mood and a half there kunikida

WHY DOES THE FANDOM IGNORE KUNIKIDA BEING AN IDEALIST OMG

dazai <33333333333333333333

dazai and dostoyevsky are besties fuck you

“she’s so strong-willed! i love it!” MORI YOU PEDO

“Dazai is a good person SOMETIMES! But he’s also a criminal who has done fucked up shit! And he has a personality! He’s really smart! And lowkey manipulative to get what he wants! He’s not amazing!” my moot gets it!!

morally dubious characters <33

i love yosano so much

HI ANGO

i love lucy

sticking out your gyatt for the rizzlerrr you’re so skibidiiiiiiii you’re so fanum taxxxxxx i just wanna be your SIGMAAAAAAAAAAA

sigma is so silly. i love him

dazai is a weezer fan

chuuya is a nirvana fan

i’m terrible with names so i’m like “oh damn That Dude” both fictional and irl. like atsushi was Terrible Bang Traumatized Furry until i got his name

i don’t even read omegaverse but every time they say sigma i cringe

sigma has amnesia?? mood

bro’s a fictional character within a world of fictional characters

dostoyevsky <3333

sigma named himself??? nah don’t even he was born with an ao3 account

i don’t know shit about cosmetology but if i got ahold of sigma i would fix his hair

oh hey catholic scarlet letter man

if my beautician aunt saw atsushi and sigma she would take them out of the show, fix their hair, beat them up, and put them back as changed men

I LOVE DAZAI OMFG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHEN HIS VOICE GETS SUPER LOW AND AKENSISBIZHWHXHWBZUWBZIBQIXHWNXHD

WHERE THE HELL IS CHUUYA OMFG

#bsd #shitpost

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totally understand if you don’t have anything on hand and i’m gonna do some research myself but i was wondering if you have any reading recommendations about anti-psychiatry? really interested in the whole idea but haven’t done a lot of reading about it or anything

hmm i link a few resources & blogs in this ask (link 1), i definitely recommend checking out Mad in America in particular; of course, as a platform for a wide range of psych survivors’ experiences & opinions, i don’t agree with everything presented (including within specific articles i’ll rec), but it’s a great starting place for challenging & developing your own views & learning about our community.

specifically, this article (link 2) is a good starting place on diagnostic violence, especially as it pertains to systemic racism, and this one (link 3) is an amazing example of community knowledges as it pertains to tapering medications without approval of the medical system.

& then i’ll just cite some articles i’ve read, most of which are available online & all of which i’m happy to send pdfs of if you can’t find something & dm me! some of these aren’t directly about Madness & antipsych but are good starting places for unpacking related forms of oppression such as institutionalization.

The ethics of survivor research: Guidelines for the ethical conduct of research carried out by mental health service users and survivors by Alison Faulkner

R. Whitaker, ‘The case against antipsychotics: a review of their long-term effects’ (Mad in America, July 2016)

A. J. Withers, “Disability Divisions, Definitions, and Disablism: When Resisting Psychiatry is Oppressive” in Bonnie Burstow, Brenda A. LeFrançois, and Shaindl Diamond (eds), Psychiatry Disrupted: Theorizing Resistance and Crafting the (R)evolution (McGill-Queens University Press 2014)

Gerard Quinn, “Reflecting Will and Preference in Decision Making” [17 October 2016] Australian Guardianship and Administration Council 2016 Conference

Laing, J. (2017). Preventing violence, exploitation and abuse of persons with mental disabilities: Exploring the monitoring implications of Article 16 of the United Nations Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities. International Journal of Law and Psychiatry, 53, 27-38.

Sixty Years in the Institution by Thomas F Allen

K. Stegmayer, S. Walther, and P. van Harten, “Tardive dyskinesia associated with atypical antipsychotics: prevalence, mechanisms and management strategies” [2018] 32 CNS Drugs

S. Kasper and E. Resinger, “Cognitive effects and antipsychotic treatment” [2003] 28 Psychoneuroendocrinology

#asks #anti psychiatry #abolish the clinic #community knowledges #reading lists

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Hi. Sorry if I'm bothering, but I started the Hooker fic now and even though I've only read one chapter so far, I love it already. So thank you again for that rec.

I finished "Castiel Novak's desk, This is Dean" the other day and needed a new romcom kinda fic, so it was perfect.

If you have more recs that are romcom-y like these two I'd appreciate to hear those.

Hope you have a good day.

x HookerFicAnon (I've decided to refer to me as this now, sorry?)

To anyone reading this, this the delightful fic where dean is an escort

My other romcom-y au recs are:

A crash course in computer safety (85k, E): tropey AND funny. Cas is CIA and he’s assigned to Dean, who has accidentally downloaded important government info to his brain

Famous last words (E, 111k): soulmate au where cas finds out the guy who has the same soulmark as him is kind of… a famous actor. #awkward!

Pies and prejudice (E, 97k): it’s pride and prejudice AND bakeoff and it’s EXACTLY what your romcom heart wants bestie

Andrew Lloyd Webber gets a pass (E, 37k): they’re rival actors and get cast in a theater production of cats together, oh whatever will happen

The birds and the T’s (E, 130k): one runs twitter, the other runs tumblr. Sooooo many fandom references and it gets a little meta too (ok a lot meta)

For all you young hockey players out there, pay attention (E, 130k): known in fandom as ‘the hockey fic’ so…

Let the old ways die (M, 35k): kind of A star is born vibes. Certain scenes in this fic will stick to you, and some songs you won’t listen to the same ever again

And this your living kiss (M, 57k): there isn’t a world in which i don’t rec this fic. If you haven’t read this yet, read this first. Dean used to be a famous poet, under the pen name jack allen… now he dips his toes back into the world of poetry by auditing a class with professor novak, who happens to be the number one authority on jack allen :/

#destiel fic recs #my asks #what do you mean three of these are opal_bullets 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️#anyway it isn’t really romcom but if you haven’t read four letter word yet…. read that too ok <3 #to anyone reading these tags…. feel free to reblog this because rec lists take work to make….#lol reblog guilting noooo but yes 👀#i just want everyone to read these fics and talk about them to me

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Monday, January 15, 2024

I was supposed to volunteer today with my Girl Scout troop, but the city postponed the event because the weather was frigid. However, I do not have ballet tonight because it is a holiday here, so I was able to do a bit of extra studying in my CLEP course. These readings are so long, so I'm not finished with the second reading yet. Hopefully I will finish it tomorrow.

I plan on doing an online ballet class tonight so I still have dance. There are many classes on YouTube that I've used before, but after a quick search, I found another one that I would like to try. It's barre only, but that's fine. I'll do a 30-ish minute pointe class after, and that will equal out to a full night.

Tasks Completed:

Geometry - Reviewed inscribed angles + learned about inscribed quadrilaterals + practice + honors work

Lit and Comp II - Reviewed units 13-15 vocabulary + read two WWII articles + reviewed non-fiction writing terms + began planning my written biography assignment (I am deciding between Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allen Poe)

Spanish 2 - Reviewed vocabulary

Bible I - Read Deuteronomy 3

World History - Read about the causes and effects of the American Revolution + wrote a paragraph on the causes of the American Revolution

Biology with Lab - Completed tutorial activity on di-hybrid crosses

Foundations - Read more on loyalty + completed Lumosity daily brain workout + read about the importance of word and the 3 Cs of effective language use

Piano - Practiced for two hours in one hour sessions

Khan Academy - Completed World History Unit 5: Lesson 1 + completed High School Geometry Unit 8: Lesson 8 + completed second half of High School Biology Unit 5: Lesson 1

CLEP - Completed Module 2 assigned reading “Scientific Revolution and Enlightenment" + "Europe: A.D. 1701 to 1800" 4.32.1 + Module 2.0-2.3 lecture videos

Duolingo - Completed at least one lesson each in Spanish and Chinese

Reading - Read pages 107-139 of Promise Boys by Nick Brooks

Chores - Cleaned my bathroom + cleaned windows in my bedroom and in the study + took the trash and recycling out

Activities of the Day:

Online ballet class + pointe class

Journal/Mindfulness

What I’m Grateful for Today:

I am grateful that, despite looking forward to it, they postponed the day of service due to the freezing cold temperatures.

Quote of the Day:

Horrible things have happened to us, are still happening to us, will happen every day for the rest of our lives, probably. What defines us is not our ability to never let them break us – what defines us is not letting them own us.

-Ice Like Fire, Sara Raasch

🎧Consolation No. 2 in E Major - Franz Liszt

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fashionbooksmilano · 1 year

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Branded Youth and other Stories by Bruce Weber

designed by Dimitri Levas. Lyrics by Sammy Cahn, Gilbert Keith Chesterton, and Patti Smith; Poems by Charles Bukowski, A. E. Houseman and Allen Ginsberg; and essays by Ingrid Sischy, Martin Harrison, and Charles Saumarez Smith.

Bulfinch Press/Little Brown and Company, Boston New York 1997, 278 pages, 28 x 22 cm., ISBN 9780821225257

euro 110,00

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“Branded Youth And Other Stories” was published in conjunction with Bruce’s exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery London in 1997. The title refers to a story of some wild-child teenagers he met in Montana, who in an act of teenage bonding had branded each other on the shoulder with the heated blade of an army bayonet. The reckless romance of this band-of-brothers fable sets the tone for the photographs of this volume–images that evoke youth, freedom, adventure…and the ties that bind. This book opens with a portfolio of Hollywood’s brightest lights, actors of todays’ A-list like Leonardo diCaprio, Christina Ricci, Natalie Portman and Mark Wahlberg, all caught at the moment just before their biggest breaks. Their innocence stands in stark contrast to the “Court TV” chapter that follows, Polaroid stills from the time when when cable crime reportage became a national fixation, the lurid underbelly of fame represented by the Menendez brothers, Amy Fisher, and Lorena Bobbitt. “Branded Youth” is very much concerned with a search for lost innocence, that “big fantasy life” only dangerous because of its elusiveness. The book traces Bruce’s travels and adventures over the course of several years, from Vietnam to South Africa, Mississippi to Montana. Everywhere he witnesses and documents families celebrating together, children, elderly folks, life-long friends, enchanted landscapes. The prevailing feeling is of possibility and love and faith, the desire people share to build communities and live in harmony with one another, regardless of the injustice or violence of the past. In these photographs, Bruce captures an openness to life as it presents itself to his lens–the pictures resonate, above all, with hope. The book ends as it began, with a study in contrasts. Youthful friendship and loyalty are celebrated in photographs of athletes (at Dan Gable’s Wrestling Camp in Iowa) and Boy Scouts (specifically, Troop 1426 of Virginia). Adolescence and sexuality get their due in a series of figure studies which end the book. But even with its prevailing exuberance, Bruce Weber closes “Branded Youth” with a thoughtful essay expressing the ephemeral nature of such joy.

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ebookporn · 9 months

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The Fiske Reading Machine: The 1920s Precursor to the Kindle

The Sony Librie, the first e-reader to use a modern electronic-paper screen, came out in 2004. Old as that is in tech years, the basic idea of a handheld device that can store large amounts of text stretches at least eight decades farther back in history. Witness the Fiske Reading Machine, an invention first profiled in a 1922 issue of Scientific American. “The instrument, consisting of a tiny lens and a small roller for operating this eyepiece up and down a vertical column of reading-matter, is a means by which ordinary typewritten copy, when photographically reduced to one-hundredth of the space originally occupied, can be read with quite the facility that the impression of conventional printing type is now revealed to the unaided eye,” writes author S. R. Winters.

Making books compatible with the Fiske Reading Machine involved not digitization, of course, but miniaturization. According to the patents filed by inventor Bradley Allen Fiske (eleven in all, between 1920 and 1935), the text of any book could be photo-engraved onto a copper block, reduced ten times in the process, and then printed onto strips of paper for use in the machine, which would make them readable again through a magnifying lens. A single magnifying lens, that is: “A blinder, attached to the machine, can be operated in obstructing the view of the unused eye.” (Winters adds that “the use of both eyes will doubtless involve the construction of a unit of the reading machine more elaborate than the present design.”)

“Fiske believed he had single-handedly revolutionized the publishing industry,” writes Engadget’s J. Rigg. “Thanks to his ingenuity, books and magazines could be produced for a fraction of their current price. The cost of materials, presses, shipping and the burden of storage could also be slashed. He imagined magazines could be distributed by post for next to nothing, and most powerfully, that publishing in his format would allow everyone access to educational material and entertainment no matter their level of income.” Considering how the relationship between readers and reading material ultimately evolved, thanks not to copper blocks and magnifiers and tiny strips of paper but to computers and the internet, it seems that Fiske was a man ahead of his time.

Alas, the Fiske Reading Machine itself was just on the wrong side of technological history.

More like a hand microfiche. ~ eP

#ebooks #e-books #microfiche #librarians #ereaders #publishing innovation #inventors

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Here's a request idea: You trying to get E home after the Steve Allen show incident (the one with the dog), but you can tell he's starting to slip from the humiliation he's feeling and he just goes into tantrum mode because he doesn't know how to deal with his big feelings when little? And you calming him down and soothing him after you're back home? (Sorry, I hope this makes sense lol!)

Had to rewatch the Hound Dog performance scene for this one

You walk in after Elvis's serenade to the hound and he is rightly enraged. He had tossed his jacket askew in anger and was pacing back and forth.

"The most embarrassing thing of my life!" Elvis's band member screamed at him. Elvis threw his hands out in frustration, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT!" He questioned.

"WE'RE MUSICIANS!" He screamed back.

You needed to intervene before either of the men threw a punch

"Alright you two that's enough!" You yelled. You gestured to his band. "You all get out! You're just making it worse." They all comply, knowing not to mess with you, sending glares over their shoulders as they do.

You turn back to Elvis and you find him slumped up against a wall, hugging his knees close to his body to feel small and pinching his cheek, holding back tears. All signs he was about to slip. Feeling embarrassed was another major trigger for his regression so you had mainly gotten the guys out in case that happened, less than to avoid a fist fight.

You crouch down so that you're level with him and take one of his hands. "Hi baby. You did so good!" You try to fake happiness and excitement to avoid the tears and tantrum that are bound to erupt any second now. But to no avail.

You put both your hands on Elvis's cheeks and that touch seemed to be the last little push he needed to send him over the edge and you watch him fully slip before your eyes. His lip wobbles and he's gagging as he tries to swallow a big sob. He hits his head back agains the wall, angry at the situation and now angry at his tears. "N-N-No. I was horrible! They're all gonna laugh at me, m-m-m-mama. I couldn't even move in that stupid suit. T-the whole thing is just s-stupid." He kicks legs out in protest, so mad he just needs to just flail his body a bit, shaking his fists, not knowing what to do about all the anger and embarrassment taking up space in his body right now.

"Hey, hey, no kicking sweet boy, okay? I know you're upset but I don't want you to hurt yourself okay?" Hearing you tell him not to do something Elvis turns and lays his body on the floor on his stomach, his face pillowed by an arm, screaming into the floor. "Baby," You nearly want to cry seeing how emotional he is. "Mama knows." You whisper, rubbing your hand up and down his back waiting for him to just cry it out, shushing him and reassuring him quietly all the while he has his little tantrum.

Eventually Elvis can breathe again and he's just sniffling, turning his head to peek at you. "You ready to go home baby? Maybe cuddle up with your teddy bear and watch a show, huh? How does that sound?" He nods, wiping his nose on his shirt sleeve as he stands up, peeking at you through his still wet lashes.

You get up with Elvis and head toward the door but Elvis tugs on your sleeve to halt you in your steps and get your attention.

"What's up, lovie?" You ask, keeping your voice low still, knowing he finds it comforting. He opens his arms a bit, gesturing. "Hug?" You can't help but coo at him. "Of course, baby." You wrap your arms around your boyfriends broad shoulders and hold him tight almost as if you're putting all of his pieces back together now that his tears have dried.

He nuzzles his nose into your neck, reveling in your scent enjoying the closeness. You pull back putting your hand on his cheek, lifting yourself on your tiptoes to kiss his forehead. "Let's go home bubby."

Later Elvis is cuddling his giant stuffed teddy bear on your guys bed trying to pay attention to his show but his mind is wandering and you look over to check on Elvis and notice his eyes are brimming with tears again.

You sigh. "Baby." He turns to look at you, his bottom lip pouting a bit. He takes his giant stuffed bear and rolls it onto the floor and cuddles into your chest. He much preferred cuddling you over his stuffies.

You cuddle him close. "You listen to me close alright? You, Elvis Presley, are a spectacular singer. You are devoted. And kind. And loving and when the papers come out I don't want you to listen to a word those snakes say okay? You need to do you and no one can stifle you and your magic okay? Elvis nods. And then of course his little mind jumps onto another topic almost instantly.

"Mommy, can we have iddytream?" (Elvis's word for icecream!) You chuckle and are just thankful his spirits are lifted again. You nod. "I don't see why not. Chocolate syrup and sprinkles too?" Elvis nods, waiting for you to get out of bed too, holding out his hand.

This man's love language is definitely physical touch as he always has to be holding your hand in headspace and when he's not he constantly has to have his legs entangled in yours on the couch, his arm around you, squeezing your hip, everything.

"Careful on the stairs baby." You warn as Elvis leads you down to the kitchen in search of his iddytream.

Woo! It's done! I hope you liked it! This was my favorite request so far! <3

#littlespaceelvis #little!e #kiwiswriting

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kitty-bandit · 7 months

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Chemicals Between Us

Fandom: D.Gray-man Rating: E Pairing: Lucky (Tyki x Lavi); Pieshipping (Link x Allen) Total Words: 60.1K Tags: Modern AU; Omegaverse AU; Sexting AU; Unrequited Laven

Chapter 9: Is This Just Fantasy?

“Here,” he said, holding the door for Allen. “It’s on the second floor.” Basking in the temperature difference inside the building, Allen sighed pleasantly and pulled off his gloves and hat. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to abduct me with all this secrecy and the weird location.” He was joking, of course, but the look of shock and concern on Link’s face was priceless. “I would never—” Link stumbled over his words, flushed with embarrassment at the accusation. “I assure you, that is not my intention—” Allen waved off his explanations and laughed. “Calm down, Link. I’m joking. I know you’re not planning to kidnap me.” The beta deflated after that, but still seemed worked up regardless. He mumbled, “this way,” and headed up the stairs as Allen followed.

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#dgm #dgrayman #d gray man #lavi #lavi bookman #tyki mikk #lucky ship #tyki x lavi #allen walker #howard link #pieshipping #linkllen #kitty bandit writes fanfiction #chemicals between us

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mxacegrey · 2 years

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The One Who Remembered

Series Masterlist

“Hush now, darling. I’m sorry you can’t see Harrison anymore.” Y/N comforted, cradling her crying child. The familiar chatter of voices and children’s laughter filled her ears, masking the sudden appearance of a man sitting next to her. The man had a rather familiar face but was not the true person on first appearance.

“Hello there.” The man next to Y/N spoke, cap lowered to cover his eyes.

“Hi? Ah. You must be Harry from Earth-2, right?” Y/N clarified after taking a glance at the man next to her.

“You know who I am?”

“Cisco keeps me up to date. Especially with Zoom.” Y/N explained, still playing with her son.

“Ramon. Of course.” Harry sighed. “Since you already know my name, can I have yours?”

“I’m Y/N and this is my son Alexei.”

“So, you’re in a relationship?”

“No. Common misconception. I’m a single mum. And from your look, you’re a single parent too, aren’t you?”

“Yeah...”

Over the next year, Harry and Y/N met up, discussing stories. Zoom remained oblivious to Y/N’s presence and Jesse’s reappearance meant that she joined Harry in his little adventures. Harry soon fell for the kind E/C eyes that Y/N had and the relationship she maintained with her son.

“Ma... Ma... Mama.” Alexei stuttered, being watched by Y/N, Harry and Jesse. Jesse had rather proudly expressed that her little brother was a genius, causing Alexei to squeal and happiness literally bursting out of him.

“He’s... a meta.” Y/N whispered, Harry and Jesse looking at her in confusion.

“What?” They exclaimed in shock.

“He can manipulate and project emotions.”

After the reveal of Alexei’s powers, Y/N had began teaching Alexei how to manage his projections and the emotions he took in from his surroundings. One day, while Alexei had began to walk, the doorbell rang. Y/N opened the door to reveal Henry Allen.

“Y/N Y/L/N, is that you?” Henry asked.

“Mr Allen. It’s been a while.” Y/N smiled before inviting Henry into the house. As Henry walked in, he could hear the sound a child’s giggle. Y/N called out, “Alexei! Come meet the guest!”

“Hi.” Alexei mumbled, holding his arms out for Y/N. She chuckled slightly before picking him up and resting him on her hip.

“Hey there, slugger. Your son?” Henry asked, a small smile on his face. Y/N nodded. “He looks just like you. And his father?”

“...Not in the picture. He doesn’t seem to want anything to do with him.” Y/N paused.

“...It’s Barry’s, isn’t it?” Henry asked, looking at her.

“What - How?” Y/N stuttered in shock, Alexei projecting calm towards her.

“Nora and I knew, you know. Little you had such a crush on Barry that we had already planned your wedding.” Henry explained, chuckling. “Now why would Barry not care? Have you tried?”

“I’ve tried! Of course I tried. I went to talk to him and sent phone calls, texts, emails. Even letters! Every time I see him, he keeps saying, ‘Sorry busy with Iris.’ or ‘ Iris needs my help’. And I know he gets every single email and text but he says nothing. The letters with the photographs of Alexei never get a reply...” Y/N explained, tears building in her eyes. “It just seems like he couldn’t care.”

“Oh. Y/N... I’m so sorry.” Henry’s eyes were wide and his hand covered his mouth in shock. That day, Henry spent time with his grandson, promising him that he would visit soon, not knowing that he would die later that day. The next day, Cisco had told Y/N what had happened and Y/N froze in shock. Zoom was soon defeated by a rather vengeful Barry and Harry had called before he left for Earth-2.

“Y/N. I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“Jesse and I... We’re going back to Earth-2. With Zoom gone... We can go home.”

“Well. Alexei and I will miss you but I’m happy for you. Truly.”

“You... You could come with you, Both of you.”

“I’m sorry, Harry. But our place is here.”

“Well then. I guess this is goodbye.”

“Goodbye Harry.”

“Goodbye Y/N.”

The next morning, Y/N had woken to a arm around her waist and a head nestled in the back of her neck. Blinking, she wriggled out of the bed and headed for Alexei’s room. By his bed, photo frames holding a family of four.

“Hello, my darling wife.” A husky voice said, arms wrapping around her waist.

“Abe. Is Riley awake?” Y/N smiled, leaning back into her husband.

“Yeah. Our little princess is awake.” Abe smiled as the footsteps of her two children came running. It was just like a dream come true.

#barry allen x reader #Alexei Y/L/N #team flash x reader #team flash #harry wells #hr wells #the wells x reader #single mother reader #fem reader

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