make your mark on the world because the only lives that count are the ones that make an impact

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(monster!Vex anon) So. Secret magic society in the normal world AU. The twins are the primary tenders of a bar called the Echo Tree (not the owners, though) which tends to a primarily magical clientele. At a glance, the twins look like half-elves, with their slightly-off facial features and rounded-long ears, and everyone assumes that they just have distant fey ancestry. But. Anyone with magical expertise and a really good look will notice that Vex's braid is woven into complex binding forms [1]

[2] and that the beads in Vax’s hair have tiny runes etched into them. In this AU, Syldor isn’t an elf; he’s a creature more like Saundor, and the twins are actually plant-creatures the way that Vex would’ve become had she taken the deal! Their glamours are carefully constructed in the ways that please them most, and allow them to pass without too many second-glances in both human and magical society. But when Vax removes the right beads, or Vex lets down her hair… their eyes become solid,

[3] their skin becomes bark-like, their hair unwinds into a tangle of vines, and their features flatten into a mostly-smooth face with just a bump for a nose and a wide crack for a mouth, that opens to reveal a row of sharp teeth. Vax has long, thin, smooth leaves that rustle when he’s upset and grow thickest on his shoulders; Vex has rounder, jaggeder ones that bunch up behind her ears and sometimes put forth tiny blue blossoms when she’s particularly pleased. They do eachother’s hair every

[4] morning, to make sure it’s done exactly right, and keep backup beads and ribbons in case some get lost. So they know the rest of Vox Machina through the underground (Keyleth and Tibs they buy supplies through, Pike isn’t just a great healer but a part-time bouncer for the bar, mainly to hang out with Grog who works full-time, Scanlan of course performs there whenever he’s in town and is always ready to talk down any situation that gets out of hand; everyone drinks there on the regular.) The

[5] oddest addition to their little circle of friends is Percy, who just shows up one day and… well. It doesn’t take the stink of cold iron in every pore of his skin to spot a hunter; it’s more in the way he holds himself, the clothes he wears, the hand-built weapons on his belt. Hunters are something of a necessary discomfort, given that the human police can’t exactly be counted on to be able to hold a serial killer who can literally turn into mist, and usually the magic community just gives

[6] them a wide berth, but the twins aren’t going to turn away a customer, especially one who’s polite, tips well, and doesn’t seem to bother anyone else. And he’s charming, and joins in the jokes, and even helps get Keyleth home with them a couple of times when she’s too drunk and only one of the twins can slip away to carry her out. Not to mention, having a hunter on hand often ends a fight just as quickly as calling Grog in, so… just all-around, Percy is helpful. (There may or may not be a

[7] subplot where something gets broken, and Vex goes to a human repair shop and sorta accidentally stumbles across his day job? And it’s awkward, but also hilarious, because she’s used to seeing him in his “uniform,” with his coat and his hat and his button-up, and even though she can still feel the presence of that cold iron pistol somewhere nearby, seeing him in an actual STORE UNIFORM is ridiculous. And for him, well, it feels a bit like stripping away a bit of the mystery when you see the

[8] fey bartender you’ve been crushing on for the entire summer just out an about in jeans and a sweater, under the fluorescent lights of a computer shop, and no where near the secret magic-infused atmosphere of the bar you’ve always seen her in.) But the real key would be when one of his marks (I think the Briarwoods,) books a private dinner room at the bar, and Percy goes after them (already mentally apologizing to the twins and Grog, because this is going to make a MESS,) and they prove

[9] more than he can handle on his own. Vex sees the look on his face, the shift in his shoulders, and when he walks off, she waits a few moments before telling Vax to cover for her and follows. She moves as casually as she can to avoid drawing attention, but… we all know how much difference a few rounds can make; when she gets there, Percy is badly wounded, and the mark clearly has the upper hand should she engage. Her magic is weaker when its all bound up in her glamour, so after a few

[10] failed persuasion checks, seeing Percy loosing hit points by the second, Vex yanks the ribbon off her braid. The hair escapes in half a moment, unraveling like living thread as the softness falls away, and her true form is bared, and she may not be able to take the mark herself, but she basically gets a nat20 on her intimidation to tell them to beat it. Percy’s really out of it at this point, from magical impacts and loss of blood, and so she doesn’t bother even tucking the vines out of her

[11] out of her face before rushing to his side. She calls for Pike before preparing a healing spell, going through all the paramedic questions–“Do you know where you are? Do you know what happened? How many fingers am I holding up?”–but maybe it’s because Percy’s so out of it, or maybe it’s because he’s staring at her like she’s a goddess come to save him, but when she gets to “What’s your name?” she expects the nickname he’s been going by all this time; she doesn’t expect him to tell her his

[12] True Name. All of it. He slurs it slightly, but the sound of it still strikes straight through her, and honestly scares her because holy shit, Percy must be even worse off than she thought if he’s giving his True Name to what he knows to be a dangerous fey. And then she nurses him back to health, and gets a rash from all the iron dust and blackpowder on his clothes, and Vox Machina help Percy with his List issues, and eventually the twins get their own bar, but I really only have that one

[13–final ask] scene pinned down, and some world-building, so… *sigh* Just can’t seem to make the thing work. But yeah. That’s my monster!Vex AU. (Sorry for the wait on this last bit; apparently I can only send 12 messages in an hour.) (AND I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT~!)

MY DUDE I LOVE IT i really hope you figure out whatever problems you’re having with not making it work because i would read all of this in a HEARTBEAT

i especially love that the twins are bound by their hair and that vex blossoms blue when she’s happy, because im just imagining percy doing something rather sweet and charming and vex’s ‘hair’ just. becoming a field of blue flowers.

i just?? i love archfey/fey/plant monster vex stuff and this is everything i love rolled into one

The issue with the representation of the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis in Arrival (2016)

                                 /!\ Light spoilers ahead /!\

(I know it is science-fiction and movies like this one take certain premises and blow them out of proportion but I thought it’d be worthwhile to discuss the topic)

Denis Villeneuve’s Arrival movie is an interesting work about, amongst other themes, how humans would manage to establish first contacts with an alien race come to Earth, how to learn their language to communicate with them and understand their motives. Arrival features Amy Adams as linguist Louise Banks, who is commissioned by the United States to climb up in the spaceship and try to exchange and talk with the new-comers. She is accompanied by Jeremy Renner’s character; Ian Donnelly, a military theoretical physicist. She is charged with the decipherment of their language, with the ultimate goal of asking them “What is your purpose on Earth ?” The aliens look like giant heptapods, which use an ink-like mist to form the round shapes that is their written language.

Later in the movie, Ian and Louise talk as an evacuation takes place, and Ian tells Louise he’s just read about the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, which assumes that a language is a vision of the world unto itself. In the context of the movie, the characters explain that being exposed to and immersed in a foreign language will subtly cause the brain to adapt to this language’s vision of the world. In the case of the Heptapods’ language; Louise and Ian believe that it will rewire one’s brain not only on a intellectual level but also on a physical level. By acquainting themself with the alien language (especially regarding the syntax and morphology), one would be able to experience time like the Heptapods do, in a non-linear way. 

This conception of languages is called “Linguistic relativity”. However, issues arise here with the stance taken of such a hypothesis. It is rather extreme to present linguistic relativity in such a manner. One of the weaknesses on which the theory was based upon was the famous The Great Eskimo Vocabulary Hoax. Franz Boas in 1911 wrote The Handbook of North American Indians in which he explains that Eskimos had dozens of words to describe different types of snow. This is not true, because the confusion arose from the fact that Eskimo speakers have a polysynthetic language and therefore have phrases that can look like words to outsiders, making them think that each sentence was a word for a type of snow.Therefore, it was thought that language differences were necessary related to the speakers’ environment. 

There is no denying that languages do differ in terms of wealth of lexicon in certain fields, of grammatical tenses or genders. For instance, Farsi has a third-person pronoun “ او ” /u:/ that does not differentiate gender, so that  “ او ” means both “he” and “she”. It does not mean that Farsi-speakers see the world genderless. As French linguist Nicolas Tournadre says it in his book (2014:199) Le Prisme des Langues : “Languages that do not have grammatical genders do not have a a vision of sexuality that is different from those that have grammatical genders”.

The Warlpiri aboriginal language has a word for “one” but not beyond. The grand-father in this video shows that he can’t count them down orally but can make as many marks in the sand as he has grand-children, and knows their name. The lack of numerals does not prevent their minds from conceiving the concept of plurality. They just don’t express it the same way. 

Another example is the Pirahã language, it is spoken in Amazonia  and has no words for number. Speakers use generic formulations such as “a few”, “a pile” and “a large quantity”. This does not mean however that beyond their numerical limits, these languages can’t allow their speakers to talk about a mother’s several children or render a fisherman unable to mentally visualise the two fish he just took out the water. 

Not all languages are equal in terms of expressing certain concepts. For instance, the Pirahã people are not expected to see mathematicians in their ranks because their language does not allow that. However, it does not mean that they see the world in a drastically different manner from us. They are still able to live in communities, talk to each other, make food, locate elements. They experience the world like us. They may not have the same problems and preoccupations as us due to these differences (counting cattle) but they are still able to see the same world as us.

Another category that is interesting to mention is the English language’s numerous and diverse words related to light: glisten, shine, glow, glitter, gleam, glimmer, flicker, dazzle, sparkle, flare, flash or glint. This plethora of verbs shows the wide range that the language has to express different types of light and brightness. This does not mean that light is different to English-speakers or that light was different where the English language emerged. It just means that the language has paid particular attention to a phenomenon, not that reality is different where it is from.  Nicolas Tournadre explains (2014:199) “the geographical environments, as different they may be, of a given community is therefore not enough to cause a specific lexicon.”

This is the extent of the impact that languages differences can have on their speakers. On the other hand, Louise starts to get flashes of her daughter that we later learn are not extra-diegetic flashbacks but intra-diegetic flashforwards because she started to gather a fair amount of knowledge about the alien language. Just because your language is different does not mean that the world changes. The movie’s depiction of this theory has more to do with magic than linguistics. 

What I aim at showing is that linguistics relativism’s representation is too often extreme. It is often presented as a proof that people who speak different languages don’t see, experience or think their environment the same way we do because they’re not allowed to by their mother tongue. It is both an interesting theory but it is also worrisome because it pushes the Other further away from us, finding excuses to see HER/HIM as dissimilar and ponder over these differences. 

Rather, as Nicolas Tournadre (2014:207) explains , these “languages are not like “conceptions of the world” that are perfectly structured, coherent and homogeneous but rather like prisms, or kaleidoscopes that modify subtly certain perceptions of the experience and have in the end an impact of the type of inference that the speaker carries out”.   

So although the movie’s depiction of the process of establishing contact and deciphering the aliens’ language is genuinely interesting and realistic. However the moment linguist Louise Banks confirms Ian’s interpretation of the Sapir-Whorf theory and the fact that she starts to experience time non-linearly because she starts to be proficient in that language is where the movie derails because it blows a theory out of proportions and misinterprets it. 

As The World Falls Down- Peter Maximoff (x-men) x Reader- Part 1

A/N: So this is based off a request, and i had this brilliant idea because holy shit, just trust me on this one, the title is a bit of a give away for part 2 though if you see what’s up, hehehehe . I’ve been in a 1970s Peter Maximoff streak so it’s nice to be able to do a post-apocalypse fic. Not many spoilers except for the fact Nina’s alive… just because, let Erik Lensherr be happy 2k16.

Also, who doesn’t ship teachers? I live for bickering enemy teacher AUs. Friendly reminder I’m open to all requests, just check my guidelines in case :)

Tags: Fluff, shipping, dad!Maximoff (ish, kinda…) and sneaking out.

Word Count: 2,835

As The World Falls Down-Part 1

“So, if we take into account the Haber process,” You turned around from the blackboard before taking a couple of steps back just to fix the equilibrium symbol, then once again facing your class. Several students were falling asleep, eyes half-open in the morning sun pouring in. You were going to kill Maximoff. How dare he? How actually dare he assign your seniors an assignment due the same day you have to give a content-heavy revision lesson?

Anyway, you could pick a fight with him in the staff room later. Provided Professor McCoy didn’t get in the way.

Or you could always spike is coffee with something… a laxative would be funny.

It would literally give him the runs. Hilarious.

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Love Over Jealousy.

Author: myown–littleuniverse
Word Count: 1354
Main Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco x Reader, Harry x Reader

Warnings:

Request: “May I please have a one shot where y/n and Draco have a very big argument, and break it offa and when ever one does something, the other gets jealous? You can end it off as you like.” (A/N : It contains two endings because the person who requested said “end it off as you like” and I tried to please anyone ^^// sorry for any mistakes) 

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anonymous asked:

Do you think that there's more to the plot of the Hound missing helm, could the Hound persona become something like the Princess Bride Pirate Roberts, could this be relevant for the Riverlands or BWOB / Jaime & Brienne.

Hiya! As always with The Princess Bride, it’s difficult to tell whether the hand-me-down role of “The Dread Pirate Roberts” is meant purely as a delightful genre spoof or as a deeper critique. On the one hand, the story is clearly poking fun at fantasy villains whose reputation precedes them, thus the deliberately non-pirate-y moniker “Roberts.” On the other, there’s something rather poignant about the previous Roberts granting the title to Wesley so that he could finally retire. Must there always be a Dread Pirate Roberts? Do fantasy stories just need someone like him, or the other way around: do violent people rely on such structuring tropes to normalize, familiarize, and even justify their behavior? (I’m thinking particularly of anchors and reporters who refused to take Somali pirates seriously because, in their minds, pirates are dashing storybook villains, not desperate plunderers responding to real-world economics and culture).

When it comes to the Hound’s helm, Lem would appear to be in the former camp, and Thoros the latter:

“It was Rorge I killed. He took the helm from Clegane’s grave, and you stole it off his corpse.”

“I didn’t hear him objecting.”

Thoros sucked in his breath in dismay. “Is this true? A dead man’s helm? Have we fallen that low?”

The big man scowled at him. “It’s good steel.”

“There is nothing good about that helm, nor the men who wore it,” said the red priest. “Sandor Clegane was a man in torment, and Rorge a beast in human skin.”

“I’m not them.”

“Then why show the world their face? Savage, snarling, twisted … is that who you would be, Lem?”

“The sight of it will make my foes afraid.”

“The sight of it makes me afraid.”

Here we have the eternal argument between self-as-innate (modernism) and self-as-performance (postmodernism). Is there an inviolate “you,” or is “you” just a role to be played, built on a complicated feedback loop between an individual and their environment?

Lem believes that there is an inherent Lem-ness to him that will prevent him from becoming a victim-turned-victimizer like Sandor or an outright monster like Rorge. As he sees it, wearing the helm has nothing to do with him; it’s all about its impact on others, namely fear. He seems unfazed by the fact that this fear will be based not on the specter of divine justice, as it was with Beric Dondarrion (returned from the grave again and again to fight for the smallfolk), but on the exact opposite: the reputation for pointless atrocities that helm earned at Saltpans. For Lem, “The Hound” is a useful tool more than a distinct identity; the ends justify the means.

For Thoros, by contrast, the helm is inextricable from “the men who wore it.” Sandor and Rorge weren’t just random dudes both in need of “good steel.” They affirmatively chose that “face,” albeit for very different reasons; that face made sense to them. Something inside them called out, and the Hound called back. Moreover, by wearing that mask, Lem has become inextricable from them in the eyes of the world, and one of the pillars of postmodern theory (and every undercover-cop story) is that you become what you perform. There is no core “Lem” that weathers all such storms. Lem is the role he plays, and he is now choosing to play a villain.

Thoros knows all this at a bone-deep level, because he saw the proof of it with Beric. The dashing young lord of Blackhaven, the one whom Jeyne Poole was ready to marry on the spot, bears no resemblance whatsoever to the guerilla scarecrow Arya and Gendry meet beneath the hollow hill. They are not the same person, as GRRM demonstrates in one of the most heart-rending passages in the series:

“Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman’s hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all fades. Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are you my mother, Thoros?”

That’s what’s so devastating and transgressive and great about Beric Dondarrion’s character. He is one of the very few genuine heroes in the story, but rather than becoming a more empathetic and self-actualized person along the way (as the Robin Hood trope would seem to dictate), he’s been rendered something barely human, a tottering skeleton propped up by magic the magician himself doesn’t understand. The marks his deaths have left on his body are not mere surface wounds veiling inner purity; they have torn apart the basic building blocks of his consciousness. What’s ambiguous about Beric isn’t his actions (although the show muddles this by having him sell Gendry to Melisandre), but his very existence, his self. He is his legacy of hope and fear, and nothing else. Inside him is only fire, and the Void.

What role will the hound-helm play in the future? My guess is that Jaime will adopt it before the story is over; it would fit him perfectly, so to speak. He was all surface at first, a pure avatar of ego, indulgence, and casual violence…and then, out of nowhere near the end of A Clash of Kings (after keeping him offstage the whole book), GRRM uses him to attack the whole notion of bedrock identity:

“How can you still count yourself a knight, when you have forsaken every vow you ever swore?”

Jaime reached for the flagon to refill his cup. “So many vows… they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It’s too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or the other.”

Yet one of my favorite aspects of Jaime’s character is how GRRM refuses to pretend he’s not still the man who threw a child from a high tower. He is the Kingslayer, not just because he killed a king, but also because he never bothered to explain why and thereby change that reputation, because he lived his post-Aerys life as if he was an arrogant, amoral rogue…and therefore, he was. Jaime becomes a better person not because his True Self was better all along, but because his fucking hand gets chopped off, and he can no longer “be” the dashing lion swordsman. He changes because his previous performance is now inaccessible to him. Should he don the helm and become “the Hound,” the world will fear him…and much as I love him, they will be right to be afraid.