modern email

Honestly, one of my major pet peeves is when the secular Yiddish revival movement pretends it’s single-handedly resurrecting a dead language or something, ignoring the fact that there are hundreds of thousands of native Yiddish speakers and that number is growing rapidly every day. And that continuity was never broken; for Chassidim, Yiddish never died.

Like I literally just saw a post saying there were only a “handful” of Yiddish speakers, and about how awesome it was that some secular Yiddish revivalists had created a Hebrew-English dictionary with modern words like “email,” as if there aren’t probably at least a hundred thousand people who are bilingual in Yiddish and English and use both in their daily lives, and certainly talk about emails.

So what’s the deal? Do secular Yiddish revivalists see Chassidim as too religious or “backwards” to count? I certainly hope not, but it sure seems that way.

And look, I get it. For most American Jews, there *was* a break in continuity regarding Yiddish. And the secular Yiddish culture of Eastern Europe *was* violently destroyed. You have every right to reclaim what was taken from you and it is a radical act to do so, but please stop pretending that Yiddish is not already a thriving living language.

Literally Studying’s Guide to Narrative Terms

Narrative devices are the building blocks of literature - poetry or prose, and you can seriously improve any literature essay by knowing these terms. Here is my - hopefully! - handy glossary of some of the most important narrative devices.

Climax: The decisive moment of maximum intensity, or a major turning point within the narrative. Often comes towards the end of the narrative, before the denouement.

Denouement: The final part of the narrative, in which the strands of the plot are brought together, and matters resolved.

Dual/Multiple Narrative: A form of narrative that tells the story from the perspective of two or more different people, or at two different points in time, such as Dickens’ Great Expectations.

Epistolary: A narrative device in which a novel is comprised of a series of documents, such as letters, telegrams, diary entries, newspaper clippings, or, in modern novels, texts and emails. Epistolary forms are often used when an author wishes to add greater realism to a story, or as a method of introducing more than one viewpoint into the narrative.

Exposition: The act of explaining. Any passages of explanation within the narrative, mostly used to introduce background info.

Foreshadowing: Where the author hints at what is to come later in the story. A hint designed to mislead the reader is called a red herring.

Linear Narrative: a.k.a., chronological narrative, a narrative that takes place in chronological order.

Non-Linear Narrative: A narrative that does not take place in chronological order. It might begin in media res, i.e., in the middle of things, and go back to the beginning later, such as in Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights.

Prolepsis: also known as a flash-forward. A scene that takes the narrative forward in time. 

@alouettesque combeferre first kissed enjolras in a car during boston rush hour traffic while listening to and arguing about an audiobook of rubyfruit jungle because while it’s a relic of history it has interesting implications for modern readers etc etc

it was a kiss on the hand. combeferre went home after dropping enjolras off and turned on the indigo girls and opened a random woman’s works anthology to the second page of some ann ferguson essay and stayed up til six am kicking her past self for it

anonymous asked:

"You can email me" modern au? Pretty please? ^___^

I’m going to continue from another modern au. 

Part One

Part Two

It was late before they finally headed back, and Hawke almost wished they’d skipped the dinner and the movie entirely, and just spent the entire night sitting together there, in the back of his truck, quiet in each other’s company. His earlier nerves had dimmed in the face of Fenris’s quiet smile, and the way he teased him about kissing, and the warmth of his presence at his side.

“Are you going to be ok driving home this late?” Hawke asked, when he started the car and saw the time, 2:01, picked out in neon against the shadows. “You could stay the night with me. Not like – I would sleep on the couch. My room’s a mess. I’ll put clean sheets on the bed. I have clean sheets.”

“I’ll be all right,” Fenris said.

“Would you call and let me know you got home safe?” Hawke suggested. “Or text or…hell, I don’t know. You could email me?”

In the flashes of light from passing street lamps, Fenris looked more amused than put out, perhaps a little surprised.

“I’ll text you,” he said. “Thank you for the concern.”

“I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“I had a good time.”

Hawke almost looked at him, but he kept his eyes on the road instead. He couldn’t stop a smile. “I did too.”

“Once you stopped worrying.”

“Once I stopped worrying. Yeah,” Hawke said. Then, after a moment, “Does this mean I can see you again?”

“Trying to build up credit for that kiss?”

“You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?”

“Quite possibly.”

Hawke laughed.

When they got back to Hawke’s apartment, Fenris thanked him again, and promised once more to text when he was home safe. He pressed Hawke’s hands with his own, and looked at him warmly, and retreated to his own car with a brief, backwards glance.

Inside, all the lights but one were off. A lamp illuminated his roommates where they sat in the living room, their gazes pointed on the front door.

“Young man,” Varric said, “Do you have any idea how worried we were?”

“Did you have fun?” Anders asked. His voice was a little strange. Tired, maybe.

Hawke couldn’t stop his smile. “Guys,” he said. “He’s the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”

ID #99075

Name: Zoe
Age: 18
Country: USA

Hey, everybuddy! I’m Zoe, and first things first, I am an ENFJ, Hufflepuff, Pukwudgie, and a Sagittarius.
In terms of things I’m interested in, there’s a lot. TV shows include (but are not limited to) Rick and Morty, The Office, Parks & Rec, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Broad City, etc. Favorite (and commonly quoted) movies include the Big Lebowski, Alien, Marvel, Adventureland, etc. I watch a LOT of YouTube, mostly SuperMega & JackSepticEye, but J will admit, I also watch a fair amount of ASMR channels as well (also, Game Grumps & Markiplier, but less so). Music!!!! I absolutely love music, and while it’s hard to name favorites, I’m absolutely in love with Gorillaz, the Zolas, BØRNS, Glass Animals, Ninja Sex Party, Alt-j, Bon Iver…the list could go on for days.
I’m mostly looking for a pen pal because I’ve always wanted one, but never actively looked for a method of getting one. Then I stumbled upon this blog and it was like fate. I’d love to do snail mail, but in this modern age, email and other tech stuff works perfectly fine, too. Would prefer another USA resident, purely because mailing international can get pricey, but if my About Me really pulls you in & you want snail mail and you’re in another country, let’s give it a try!

Preferences: Just have a good sense of humor and love people :)

The Beginning || The Rescuers

She was late.

Bianca made it a general rule never to be late; she liked to be early, if at all possible, but her journey from Bratislava to New York had come to a shuddering halt when her flight to Prague had been delayed, and then they’d had to make an extra stop in Munic due to some kind of technical fault. Finding a cab had been easy, but getting it going in rush hour had been something of a challenge. And thus, she was late, her heels clipping against the floor of the RAS American HQ, where business was being conducted today.

Still, there wasn’t a hair out of place, and she wasn’t moving all that quickly for a lady who was missing a very important meeting. Some kind of new mission, or something - Mr. Chairmouse’s email had been rather vague, but then their communications always tended to be. It was so easy, in this modern world, for emails to be hacked and letters to be intercepted, their messages made public for all to see. They were a secret society; they had to remain that way.

But Bianca didn’t rush anywhere, and so she went at her own place, pressing the button for the elevator and shouldering her bag. She’d had her bags sent to her usual room at the St Regis, carrying with her only her handbag, which she shouldered now as she waited for the elevator to take her to the fourth floor. A quick check of her reflection in the elevator’s mirrored walls, and she stepped out, moving to the conference room.

Admittedly, it was more of a lecture theatre than a conference room, with plenty of room for all of their delegates. Bianca made her way towards the front - she was Agent 81, the representative of the 81st country in the roster, and thus, she was seated in the third row back. By the time she had arrived, each member was already stood, their hands against their hearts, reciting the oath each RAS member took before beginning their work within the Society. Bianca joined in, picking up the words as she moved to her seat. She scanned the room quickly; it seemed only about half full (it was so difficult to pin down ever agent, with so much business carrying on all at once), but Director Chairmouse still stood at the podium at the front of the room, one of the janitorial crew off to the side.  When their chanting ended, the Director cleared his throat.“Well,” He said. “I think we’ll begin.”

@bernardnewhart

thewildelf  asked:

“Remind me, what was it that I said?" A pairing of your choice! :)

Thank you, darling!! 
Modern Solavellan AU Email for @dadrunkwriting


To: Fen
From: Inhaelen Lavellan
Date: Thursday, December 31 at 10:01 PM
RE: Apology

I am genuinely sorry about our argument, I had obviously had too much to drink. I don’t remember what I said, but I do know you’re angry with me because you think my doubts about our relationship are about you—which is understandable and I don’t blame you. But please know that this is not the case.
You deserve to know why this will end. And it will end, eventually. Even the best relationships do when one party is a certain kind of weak. By “one party”, of course, I mean me.
I am my own kind of heartache. I hold myself together in bed, rocking back and forth while I hum myself to sleep. I prefer to be alone, to sit high up in open windows, and I am never more than a few steps from the nearest exit. My unrelenting sadness will make you crazy, because there’s nothing to fix—and you will drive me away with your long silences.

Really, I am truly sorry. I just didn’t want you to give up on me yet.
—Nae

thestudynotes  asked:

Your blog is gorgeous and honestly goals!! For being so nice and so cute, copy this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. keep the game going and make others feel pretty!!!

ik these are the modern day chain emails but they’re so cute and fluffy like my big pink fluffy blanket on my bed that makes me feel cosy when it’s raining (f u Mother Nature, I was enjoying the Spring sunshine)

dragonduizhang  asked:

Hello!!! I absolutely adore your drabbles and I always read them before I go to school cause they just put me in the best of moods. Anyway! How about "penpals" for one word Sunday?

(Hello sweet bean! I’m so glad you enjoy the drabbles, that makes me so happy! And I hope it was ok I made these penpals more modern as email and messenger pals? FYI, I made this drabble set where Aomine and Kagami don’t know each other, so keep that in mind or you all might be confused. lol. Enjoy!)

Aomine sat in front of his computer, reading through the email a second time, smirking at certain points, enjoying the funny drabbling of the sender. He had no idea how this had happened to him. He had been in some dumb chatroom, scrolling through the hilariously stupid names until one had caught his eye. The similarity to his was what made him stop and start a conversation. Now here he was, 5 months later, emailing a complete stranger, someone he didn’t even know the name of, and was smiling like an idiot. Aomine shook his head, starting to type back, answering the questions asked of him and simply talking about nothing. A lot of their emails involved basketball, which he found out the other guy, yes he knew he was a guy as well, really loved and played on a team too.
Aomine being way to straight forward ended the email with a final question.
Are you single?
Forcing himself not to think about it, he sent the email, grabbing his stuff and headed out the door, needing to get to the game he had, knowing his coach might actually kill him if he was late again.

Kagami stared at the email, or rather at the last question. How did he answer this? Was the other guy just making conversation or was he interested? Kagami had no idea if the other guy was into guys as well after their many months of conversations. He certainly didn’t want to ruin their relationship by asking such a stupid question. Taking the question at face value, he answered.
Yes. Are you?
Cringing at the question, Kagami sent it quickly before he could think twice. Sighing he left the computer, needing to go outside and play basketball. He wasn’t running away from his feelings. Not at all. Hell he hadn’t even asked the other guy his name. He dribbled the basketball hard, forcing himself to stop thinking stupid things.

Aomine stared at the screen for a few minutes, wondering where to go from here. He had gotten the answer he wanted, but now how did he answer back. Of course he was single and very interested in this ‘Tiger’ but how to not come across as a creep was out of his range. As he sat still wondering what to say, his messenger popped up. 


Tiger: Hey, what’s up?
Panther: Oh hey, not much. You?
Tiger: Got back from practice. Legs are tired as hell.
Panther: Ha. You not cut out for the sport baka?
Tiger: Shut the fuck up. Of course I am. I could beat you anytime.
Panther: HA. In your dreams.
Tiger: Sometimes..
Kagami smacked himself on the forehead. Why the hell had he typed that?!
Tiger: Ignore that.
Panther: Hmmm…and if I don’t want too?
Tiger:……then don’t?
Aomine put his head back for a minute, taking a deep breath. Grow some balls, Daiki. Refocusing he typed.
Panther: I’m Aomine. Aomine Daiki. You?
Tiger: Kagami Taiga.
Panther: Taiga? Haha…nice name.
Tiger: Ugh don’t start.
Aomine laughed out loud, imagining the eye roll in that sentence.
Panther: So…
Tiger: hmm?
Panther: To answer your question, yes I am.
Kagami stared at the screen for a second, thinking of what question, but then it hit him full force.
Tiger: Ah I see
Panther: You like guys?
Kagami choked on his drink, shocked at the direct question.
Tiger: You’re pretty to the point.
Panther: No point in screwing around the question, Kagami.
Tiger:…….Yeah. Yeah I do. You?
Panther: You saying you like me or you asking?
Kagami snorted, shaking his head at the cheesy line.
Tiger: Dumbass.
Panther: Haha…I’m bi. Into whatever catches my eye.
Tiger: That’s cool.
Panther: Hmm I suppose.
Kagami took his chances, blushing as he typed the next question.
Tiger: So did I catch your eye then?
Aomine stared at the question, smirking at the boldness of the other boy. Who’s cheesy now?
Panther: And if I said you did?
Tiger:…I might like that.
Panther: We both know you like it.
Tiger: You never really answered.
Panther: Yeah. Yeah you did.
Kagami sat back, blushing and smiling like an idiot. Well, this was definitely progress.

Three Hundred Ways to Say “I Miss You”

Title: Three Hundred Ways to Say “I Miss You” (AO3 mirror!)

Pairing: Freewood (Gavin/Ryan)

Word count: ~3k

Summary:

It started with a fateful night at a bar and with a letter from far away.

—or more accurately, a modern email.

Gavin and Ryan meet one fall in London. Their friendship takes hold through emails and text messages.

Notes: This is for creativecockbitesnetwork‘s AU prompt! I know this isn’t the most exciting thing but it’s an AU where Ryan and Gavin meet before either works at RT. I’ll be writing more exciting AU’s for the prompt as well. Thank you to aywood, jstarkreborn, and h-aywood for pre-reading this for me. Feedback is appreciated! Also! make sure to open up the images because they’re important!

Dear Ryan—

Sorry about leaving so suddenly last night. It was nice to meet you. Hope you’re better off today and your hangover isn’t too wicked. Take it easy, alright? Heard the weather in London’s top today.

—Gavin Free.

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