i can't repeat that

slavic languages gothic

You see a sentence written in cyrillic. Some of the letters are familiar. You see the meaning shimmering underneath the surface. You almost grasp it, but it slips away. The letters on the page mock you silently.

You know this Czech word. You’ve already learnt it in Polish. It is not the same word. It is a grave insult. Your slavic friends are shocked and embarassed for you when they hear you speak it.

There is a sentence in Croatian. There is a sentence in Serbian. There is a sentence in Bosnian. They are all the same sentence.

You have to write about your day in Slovak. You spend the night polishing the draft. You fail your assigment. It’s written in Czech. You don’t know Czech.

P is not what it seems. You have to remember that.

The Croatian sentence does not mean what the Bosnian sentence means. They both mean the same in Serbian.

That word has a diminutive. The diminutive has its own diminutive. The diminutive of the diminutive also has a diminutive. Nobody knows what the final diminutive of a word is. Some say the knowledge had been lost in centuries past and matrioshkas are the echo, the tangible warning left for us to remember. No living creature should hold the means of diminishing something into nonexistence.
Others say you may still find some of them in old soviet textbooks, if you dare to look in abandoned schools of Chernobyl.

Someone is speaking to you. Is that a he or a she? You aren’t sure. It’s an abstract concept. Why does it have gender.

You see a word in a dictionary. It has seventeen letters and only one vowel. You close the dictionary very carefully not looking at the phonetic transcription. The shape of it haunts you in your sleep. You wake up face damp with tears, a bitter taste on your tongue. The clock blinks 3:03AM. You do not dare look up that word again.

This word means the same thing in the five slavic languages you’re familiar with. You use it in the sixth one. That word does not exist in this language. It never did. There is now a word-shaped void in the fabric of this language. The natives look at you uneasily. There is a new quality to the silence and your palms start to sweat.

H is not H. H is not H. H is not H. H is not H.

One day you flip through your dictionary. A page is missing. What was the word? You can’t remember. There is pressure building at the back of your head. The clock blinks 3:03AM.

You write my name is in cyrillic. There are shadows dancing on the walls. They grow longer with each letter you write down. It is not cyrillic you’re using. You keep writing my name is. The shadows now bleed from the tip of your pen. It’s irrelevant. You need to remember the right letters.

N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not… If only you could remember the letters. The letters are important. What was it, that wasn’t N?

There are nine different prefixes you can add to a verb to change its meaning. There are fifty three different suffixes you have to add to a verb to make it work. In the end the only thing left of the original is a vague shape of one of its middle consonants. You can feel the anguish radiating from the verb’s mutialted form. A desperate sob escapes through your clenched teeth. You’re so, so sorry, you didn’t meant to. You didn’t. It doesn’t matter.

You now read a text in Russian. You’ve never learnt Russian. Why are you reading that text? The words burn your eyes, the meaning searing your mind.

There’s a shot of vodka in front of you. You don’t drink alcohol. You don’t care. All existence is meaningless, your soul’s in eternal pain. A broken matrioshka lays at your feet. There is no salvation, she says boring into your eyes. You open your mouth to answer, but there is only a burst of harsh rustle. It dies in whispering echoes a moment later. Your glass is empty again.

Very interesting moment in the post-race conference

Got to watch the entire post-race press conference and somethig caught my attention massively. After Lewis was being bitter as usual and nagging about mechanics and reliability, by the end of the PC, Seb said he wanted to make a comment and went on about how Nico is a deserved champion and how great he’d been all year and how reliability is part of all this and sometimes it goes your way and sometimes it doesn’t and that it’s Nico’s day and you can’t take it away from him. Nico then turned and thanked him in German and Seb gave a strong and reassuring smile. I can’t describe how much I love this. Seb directly and at his own will without being asked about it chose to take to Nico’s defence and point it out himself. Comes to show a bit what he thinks of what’s been said about Nico by media and by Lewis. Also perhaps part of it was because he himself was over and over pulled down by people claiming he was an undeserving champion as well and it was all down to his car. He knows how it feels like to not be given your deserved credit. Seb obviously and directly chose to stand by Nico and Nico recognised it and thanked him for it and I absolutely loved it.

This was so long but idk it resonated with me so much and I’m so proud of both of my champions.

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The look on Mino’s face when Zico cusses, and the cute ass excited look Zico gets at his reaction is what I’m here for.

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I’m actually speechless. This is beyond amazing.

“It’s you, you who gave me a smiling face
If tears shine too, then it’ll become a falling star
Don’t separate those injured hands anymore
Because tomorrow will come to the sky filled with wishes”
 

anonymous asked:

I think/hope Jon going south and having boat sex with Dany is him running away from his feelings for Sansa

this doesn’t sound that silly when you think this happened:

let’s say he internally panicked and needed some time away from her to clear his mind, it’s his only excuse for not asking for a parlay and going south right when he’s most needed in the north

when you want to link someone to a great tumblr post but when you click it, the person’s tumblr theme is so nope that you have to go find the post on a different blog so u don’t feel shame when u link ur friend

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Current aesthetic: the really happy guy behind Jack and Daniel in “The Serpent’s Lair.”

signs as my current favorite songs
  • aries: so far away // agust d
  • taurus: 오늘 모해 #WYD // ikon
  • gemini: 오늘이 딱이야 (夜半逃走) tonight // up10tion
  • cancer: 내 멋대로 my style // astro
  • leo: 휘파람 whistle // blackpink
  • virgo: 고백하는거야 confession // winner
  • libra: lotto // exo
  • scorpio: 환청 auditory hallucination (feat. 나쑈) // jang jane
  • sagittarius: fantasy // vixx
  • capricorn: 끝이 안보여 can't see the end // seventeen
  • aquarius: 빛이나 see the light // got7
  • pisces: 예뻐 beautiful // up10tion