“Nobody reads letters aloud to me” (Lachish 3)

The third Lachish ostracon (left), and a modern replica of it (right).

We have another fun Hebrew letter today, this one from Lachish, the second largest city in Judah before the Babylonian conquest.  It’s part of a series of letters between a military officer and his supervisor in ~590 BCE.  He refers to himself with traditional humble terms (“your servant”) throughout, which I’ve translated as “I” for readability, but his attitude is somewhat less humble.  Literacy was an uncommon skill at the time, and Hoshayahu did not appreciate the implication that he couldn’t read.

By the way, “goddammit” translates a Hebrew phrase that literally means “as YHWH lives” — but it’s been shortened from ḥay yaweh to ḥayaweh by repeated use as a common epithet, just like “goddammit.”

Your servant Hoshayahu.
A dispatch to inform my lord Yaush.
May YHWH bring my lord news of wellbeing and joy.

Now then.  Help me understand the message that you sent to me last night, because I’ve felt miserable ever since you wrote to me.  Why would you say, “You don’t know how to read a letter”?  Goddammit, nobody reads letters aloud to me — ever!  What’s more, I can repeat back every detail of every letter that I’ve received.

I’ve been told the following: “Army commander Konyahu ben Elnatan has travelled down to enter Egypt.  He has requested a transfer of Hoduyahu ben Ahiyahu and his men from there.”

Finally, I’m sending you a letter from Tobyahu, the king’s representative; it had gone from the prophet to Shallum ben Yada, and it says, “Beware!”

Happy Wednesday! @theblack-titan shared his face and requested mine for a SDS so you guys are in luck. Selfies all day!!
Accidentally slept in my makeup last night, so very happy my skin is looking as good as it does right now.
I tagged a bunch of people yesterday, so let’s just say if your name starts with the letter “H” I tag you! (I just randomly pressed my keyboard and that’s the letter I landed on 😂)
Tag me if you post and I’ll be sure to reblog it.

In a letter to me [says Christopher] on the subject of my mother, written in the year after her death, which was also the year before his own, he wrote of his overwhelming sense of bereavement, and of his wish to have Luthien inscribed beneath her name in the grave. He returned in that letter to the origin of the tale of Bergen and Luthien in a small woodland glade fillies with hemlock flowers near Roos in Yorkshire, where she danced; and he said: ‘But the story has gone crooked, and I am left, and I cannot plead before the inexorable Mandos.’
—  Beren and Luthien, Preface

So Michael wrote a letter for me, and here is one of my favorite parts:

You’re my reality in this world of pretentions. You’re my sanity in this world of crazy people. You’re my truth in this world of lies. I’m your hello in this world of goodbyes.

You once told me you couldn’t write well, yet here you are tugging my heart strings.

anonymous asked:


send me letters for amazing blog recs!

tennyswag more like it.

S // @stubbornasstantei, @seaprofound, @sarraqum, @satanstories, @scottisms, @solraised@starlightsulu, @stellaoccisor, @starxbcrn, @spiderbit, @spiderwebbed, @sonofasymbol
W // @withusnow, @wovendeath, @webbedsuit
A // @aliienborn !!!!!!!, @absoluteneed, @agentxiii, @awomansfight, @awakenedrey, @altegacy, @amorosc
G // @galacticfreedom, @griftingpandora, @grcmoire

Honestly the reason why DA2 is my favourite (and why DAI was such a letdown in comparison) despite all its flaws is that at least it was an attempt to break away from Ye Old Standard Fantasy RPG Formula.


I love the three-act structure! I love that each act is self-contained, but still feeds into the central conflict of the game. I love that it allows for your choices to have consequences in-game, and not just in epilogue slides that will get retconned anyway.

(I love that the story takes place over seven years, too.)

I love that Hawke is not a Chosen One (have I mentioned how much I hate that trope lately?). I love that the plot is important to them because it involves their family, their friends, their home. I love that they get involved because they can, and not because they’re the only one who can. And I love that they still can and do fuck it up so badly at times.

I love how important Kirkwall itself is to the plot. I love that you spend so much time there that by the time the third act rolls around you feel like you really know the city. 

I love that the Companions’ lives don’t revolve around Hawke. I love that Aveline is captain of the guard and Anders has a clinic and Fenris probably hunts slavers in his spare time and Merrill is likely much more involved in alienage matters than we were shown. I love that they hang out with Hawke because they’re friends and not because of some world-ending threat that needs to be stopped.

(I love that there’s no world-ending threat at all, just fear and oppression at work.)

I love the antagonists. I love that you get to interact with them long before they turn hostile to you, that you get to know them before you fight them, because how many games actually do that?

Sure, the game had issues, but those issues deserved to be worked on and improved, not swept under the rug in favour of a return to the old standard.

Twenty things I’ve learned in Twenty Years

1. Life will break you down until you’re crawling on your hands and knees, until you feel like you are Atlas holding the world upon your shoulders, until you feel like the raging inferno inside of your chest is going to combust. These are the moments that will forge you in a fire and make you more unbreakable than diamonds.

2. We are made of stardust, at least that’s what they say. I remember someone told me that every atom in my body once belonged to a star that exploded. At night I stare at my hands and wonder when I will erupt. I know now that I cannot trust anyone else to keep me whole in the darkest hours of the night but my own two star infused arms.

3. You will fall in love, and that is okay. Sometimes we need to fall in love to remember that there is good out there. Fall in love with the boy who opens the door for you, fall in love with your boss who works too hard, fall in love with the woman who hands out roses on that one street corner, fall in love with yourself.

4. They weren’t lying when they said we accept the love we think we deserve. I grew up being told I was a mistake and so I adopted the idea that no one could ever love a mistake. I was wrong (they were wrong) and now it’s up to me to prove them wrong. Don’t believe the things they said, you are so much more than the toxins they tried to poison you with.

5. Close your eyes, count to ten, and open them again. You are not alone. I know it may feel like you are the only one, but believe me when I say that you aren’t. I was where you are, and now I have talked to more people that have been through much worse than I than I would like to admit to. You are never alone, not really.

6. Music can save. Play it as loud as you can with the windows down as you drive (probably a little too fast). Play it while you are at work and while you are in the shower and play it when you want to give up in the middle of the day and when you want to give up in the middle of the night. Just play the music that tugs at your heartstrings, it may save you.

7. Nothing in life is easy, not really. You will catch a few breaks here and there, but the rest of the time you will find yourself fighting tooth and nail to make it back to the top. Don’t give up, I almost did this year and if I had I wouldn’t be able to witness what the sun looks like shining in her eyes.

8. You will have scars, and that’s fine. We all have them but it’s up to you if you want to hide them or show your battle wounds to the world so they know how strong of a warrior you are, so they know not to fuck with you.

9. Watch the sunrise, and watch the sunset. There is something about the sun that screams life; let the light bleed into you and consume you until you shine with it. Sometimes it’s the simple things we are missing in life that we need the most.

10. They will say they love you and then they will turn around and break your heart. You cannot compare your life’s worth to the empty spaces that were once filled around you. People will leave (willing or not) and life will go on. Let life go on.

11. If you are under the impression you are broken, then it is up to you to decide if you are or not. It took me years to admit that I was never quite whole, but when I did it was the most freeing feeling ever. Brokenness does not take away from perfection, and you are the very definition of perfect.

12. It’s okay to let people in, you don’t need to cage yourself away from the rest of the world, don’t forget to live your life while you pursue safeness.

13. Hobbies will save you when all else fails you, find a hobby and stick to it. When the world feels all too loud, a hobby can make you go deaf.

14. The moment you realize Wonder Woman or any other superhero you idolized as a child is not going to swoop down and save you is when your life changes. You have to be your own hero in this world. Stop waiting for someone to save you and go save yourself.

15. They are gone, she took her own life and he died in a car crash and she died from cancer and he left. You cannot live your life counting how many people that held a piece of your heart vanished, I’m not saying to forget about them I’m just saying that it’s okay to say goodbye.  

16. It’s okay to cry; cry in the shower and in bed and in your car, being sad is okay as long as you don’t let it consume you.

17. Smile as much as you can even on the bad days.

18. For God’s sake, don’t let them ruin you. You are so strong, you’ve made it this far and that means you can make it another day. If you can get through today you can get through tomorrow and every day that follows. If you feel like you can’t get through the day then sit down and don’t move until the light is peaking in through your window.

19. Never say never. If you think you can’t do something try anyway, this is your life, you are the main character of your own story, but you are also the author of your story. Write it however you want, but don’t give up halfway through.

20. Just don’t take your life. While this is something I learned this year I’m also writing this as a reminder to myself and to you. Don’t do it, please. There can be more to life than what you are feeling right now, don’t rob yourself of the beauty of this world. Don’t give up, no matter how much it hurts.
—  An open letter to myself, and to you. (Sometimes I write until I run out of words) ALightLitInTheDark
Don’t tell me you love me:
Because I’ll write you like a song
and I will sing you for eternity
Don’t tell me you love me:
Because I’ll love you
Even when you don’t love me
Don’t tell me you love me:
Because you will give me hope
But then you will leave
Don’t tell me you love me:
Because one day you won’t
And I’ll have to miss you
Until one day, I don’t
And if that day never comes
Then these are the words that I wrote
The words I wrote hoping to forget
To forget about you
But every letter reminds me of you
Reminds me of what I about love you
What I adore about you
What I can’t resist about you
Don’t tell me you love me
Because trust me you don’t
Don’t tell me you love me
Because I don’t want to fix what you broke
Don’t tell me you love me
Because my heart isn’t that tough
Don’t fall in love with me
Because you will never fall hard enough
—  @toripollock890
When you’re depressed or sad, the worst thing to hear from someone you trust is ‘just get over it.’ So here’s what I want to tell you- your feelings are valid, you are allowed to feel whatever you want without someone belittling you or saying that you are crazy. If it was that easy to ‘just get over it’ we would. Hang in there and try your hardest to get through each day. Don’t give up hope that things will turn around. Because without hope, there’s just hopelessness.
—  A letter from me to you, because I need to hear it also
Facebook Permanently Blacklisted Me From Their Site

My name is Aysha Bee, and I’m a 21 year old Black woman, Social Critic, and Motivational Speaker for people of Black Marginalized Genders.

Facebook has allowed racists, misogynists, and just flat out abusive people to harass me and report my Facebook page enough to the point that Facebook will no longer allow me to create an account on the website.

Facebook disables any account that I attempt to make on the site. They ignore all of my appeal letters. They won’t even tell me what the issue is.

I believe that they may have me blacklisted by using my name, my IP address, and my cookies to keep me from being a user. As I have tried several methods to gain access back to the website with no success.

It’s discriminatory because I should be entitled to my freedom of speech on their website no matter who I offend with my truth.

My experience as a Black woman matters.

My feelings are valid.

My passion is genuine.

My voice and the voices of other Black women who speak about misogynoir and other issues are worthy of being heard and amplified.

Facebook still hosts space for some of the most violent people I have ever had the displeasure of seeing, but yet they had no problem with permanently banning me from the website.

It is unfortunate because I built some amazing bonds on Facebook, as well as I was happy to provide a space for people of Black Marginalized Genders.

There are not many spaces that center people of Black Marginalized Genders 100 percent of the time with no exceptions, and I was serious about keeping that scene a reality. 

Now I am forced to move on from the connections that I made on Facebook.

I just hope that this will not go unnoticed.


vernon: (asking fans) what’s everyone doing after this?
carat: thinking about hansol!
vernon: wahh, thinking about me~

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Everything comes from me. From the set list to every song to what I write about to how I want my record to sound, I’m one hundred percent involved in it. It’s scary and it’s exciting and I feel like I owe that to myself but also to my fans. When people send me letters and they say that my music has touched them or made them feel a certain type of way, that makes me really happy. I want people to know that we all go through the same things in one way or another. It makes me feel like I’m in the right place and I’m doing what I should be doing.

Through the Years (Part 3)

Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, you find yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived 70 years in the past.

Word Count: 1,803

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by yesbucky


It was impossible, you knew that it was. There was absolutely no way that this letter really was from the date written on it. Yet again, it was yellowed and seemed to be crumbling. After all, it had supposedly existed for seventy years. Swallowing thickly, you began to read.

Dear Y/N,

My name is James Barnes. I am the new tenant in the apartment and would like to ask how you know about the fire that happened in the bedroom. It just happened a week ago and I was already living here. How did you know it was going to happen, that it was going to leave a large burn mark on the wall?

I’m not accusing you of anything, please don’t think I am. I am just curious.



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