presque vu

Algunos tipos de paramnesia
  • Déjà vu (ya visto): Es sentir que se ha sido testigo o se ha experimentado previamente una situación nueva.
  • Jamais vu (nunca visto): Es no recordar explícitamente haber visto algo antes. La persona sabe que ha ocurrido antes, pero la experiencia le resulta extraña.
  • Presque vu (casi visto): Es casi recordar algo, pero sin llegar a hacerlo. Éste es el sentimiento de tenerlo «en la punta de la lengua».
  • Déjà entendu (ya escuchado): Es oír algo que se siente haber escuchado anteriormente.

anonymous asked:

Presque Vu?

Presque Vu is a story that poured out of me in a torrent. The story is about 70K long and I think I wrote it in less than a month. As such, it shows a lot of ragged emotional edges that normally I would file away from a story as too personal.

I don’t know if I’ve confessed this before, but here it is:

Arthur’s dream, after Mal dies, is my dream. I never remember my dreams, but this one has never left me. It came the night after my best friend’s funeral, and it’s lingered with me, every single detail. I like to think it was her telling me she was okay, and that I needed to stop being such a fucking pussy and sobbing uncontrollably. I remember sitting next to her in a theater and dragging her into my arms like it could keep her there with me and smelling the sharp lemon of my own perfume, and how it felt to wake myself up crying after. 

A lot of times people have asked me how to write something compelling, what makes a story good and emotionally resonant. I think it’s the willingness to excavate yourself, to give away your happiness and horror in equal measure. It’s not easy, but it’s the reason some stories will land like a fist around your heart, squeezing, others like a knife to the gut mid-twist. 

(And to the other people to asked: It’s unlikely I will write in Inception fandom again, but never say never and all that jazz.)

THE WORD WAS LACHRYMOSE

FUCK

like, fucking weeks ago I was trying to think of a certain word to describe something, and I couldn’t for the life of me do it. I don’t even remember what the fuck it was about anymore.

but the word I was looking for was lachrymose

fucking presque vu

hani çok iyi bildiğimiz bir kelimeyi hatırlayamamamız, her an hatırlayabileceğimiz hissine kapılıyoruz ya, işte ona 'presque vu' denir. böyle diyince olmadı sanki, anlayacağınız 'dilimin ucunda' denir.
Presque Vu

Rating: T (mild coarse language)

Words: ~4700

Links: FFN // AO3

Summary: Presque vu, the intense feeling of being at the brink of an epiphany. // Leo is dense, Elliot is in love, and Oz is a cupid, or at least trying to be. // Fluffy Elleo modern AU.

Happy birthday, Leo! // October 25

The companion piece to this artwork.

This is also for PHPM prompt #4: love.

Let it be said that Elliot was an idiot. An utterly clueless, clumsy idiot.

Because Leo had always known that Elliot was tactless at best, and a walking disaster at worst, but he hadn’t figured it was to this extent. Sometimes he wondered how such a prominent family like the Nightrays could completely overlook the delicate art of not sticking your foot into your mouth every other time you open it. But evidently it was possible, because that was exactly what Elliot did.

To be fair, he did have a certain amount of grace when maneuvering any sort of casual human interaction, but even the tiniest bit outside the acquaintance zone and he would just flounder pathetically.

So that was a foregone conclusion, and you would think he’d at least have the sense to tactfully retreat from such social situations, but no, Elliot would tackle them head-on and get his sorry ass handed to him.

It was probably out of some cosmic hiccup that he had actually managed to form a somewhat functional friendship with Leo, though the functional part was debatable, honestly. And even with Oz, it was more of Oz made friends with Elliot, and Elliot grudgingly accepted that Oz just wouldn’t leave him alone. So in the end, Elliot failed horribly at dealing with people in any even slightly intimate circumstances.

Which made it all the more painful when Valentine’s Day rolled around.

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jamais vu

zhah´ma voo] the sensation that familiar surroundings are strangely unfamiliar; the illusion that one has never seen anything like that before.    


From Wiki:  “In psychology, jamais vu (/ˈʒɑːmeɪ ˈvuː/; from French, meaning “never seen”) is the phenomenon of experiencing a situation that one recognizes in some fashion, but that nonetheless seems very unfamiliar.

Often described as the opposite of déjà vu, jamais vu involves a sense of eeriness and the observer’s impression of seeing the situation for the first time, despite rationally knowing that he or she has been in the situation before. Jamais vu is sometimes associated with certain types of aphasia, amnesia, and epilepsy.

Jamais vu is most commonly experienced when a person momentarily does not recognise a word or, less commonly, a person or place, that she or he knows. This can be achieved by anyone by repeatedly writing or saying a specific word out loud. After a few seconds one will often, despite knowing that it is a real word, feel as if “there’s no way it is an actual word”.

The phenomenon is often grouped with déjà vu and presque vu, or tip of the tongue.

Image:  lifewithwhiteout.blogspot


Artemis:  Second time in a few weeks that I heard/saw it used.  So… 



anonymous asked:

Thanks for reccing Presque Vu. But also no thanks because it is destroying me and I DON'T HAVE TIME TO BE A MESS RIGHT NOOOOOW

U R WELCOME FRIEND

true story I read that story like 3 times in a row the first week I was in England (ALMOST FOUR YEARS AGO EXACTLY AAAAHHHH I AM OLD) because I had it open on my computer and got to my room at Oxford and HAD NO ACCESS TO THE INTERNET. and my student card wasn’t working so I couldn’t get into the library. and this was before the days of (widely proliferated) smartphones. so like. I had nothing. except fanfic that was open on my computer, lol. and so I read that completely all the way through at least twice, maybe three times, and then the best bits I don’t want to think about how many times more than that. I like, imprinted on that story. it was a big thing for me at the time. I just love it.

I reread it last summer when I was in Paris and it was a whole thing. I mean. IT IS MY FAVORITE FIC. my favorite. and I love a whole lot of fics, you know.