words of one syllable

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.
—  Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife
“Stay,” she pleaded. That was all she said. Stay; one word with a single syllable and everything we had ever been through played on my mind. You know those moments that would remind you of the life you used to be a part of, this was one of those moments and I wanted to stay, God knows I couldn’t leave but my body had had enough. All of everything and the significant nothing were pushed up against the four letters and when she spoke the word, it sounded like all the promises she had broken so how could I stay? Fuck. God damn this love. I wasn’t even in love with her anymore but she was all I ever had and now that I knew it was over I didnt know how to leave.
—  I didn’t want to stay

sometimes when i get tired all the bits of languages in my head get all jumbled up and like i know what they mean but i can’t translate into english without significant focus and effort and this is why i really shouldn’t do duolingo in the evening but that’s inevitably the time when that’s what i really want to do


❛ one word, two syllables: demarcation. ❜
❛ relax, everything’s under control. ❜
❛ sha-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta! ❜
❛ jinx, you owe me a kiss on the lips. ❜
❛ pick up your books….stupid. ❜
❛ oh my god, the wifi here sucks ass. ❜
❛ hey, maybe get off the computer and….go outside? ❜
❛ nope, this house was built without a bathroom; we just shit on the floor. it’s over there you fucking idiot. ❜
❛ hey did you hear that gay marriage is legal now in the u.s.? ❜
❛ you wanna get married? ❜
❛ not today, okay? ❜
❛ it’s really incalcalacable. ❜
❛ okay, um, can you just tell me, please? ❜
❛ do you want me to tell them? ❜
❛ you don’t know what it is. ❜
❛ frankly, i’m a little bit insulted that you have to keep asking about it. ❜
❛ oh, well, yeah, he’s onto me. ❜
❛ whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. watch out for this guy. ❜
❛ he was like a son to me. ❜
❛ there’s no pizza left? ❜
❛ you can have my crusts. ❜
❛ no one even told me the pizza was here. ❜
❛ you stepped on d.j. roomba! ❜
❛ hey bro, wanna go get our grub on? ❜
❛ you know, for a gay couple, you guys are being really gay. ❜
❛ even though it is bad for me, i am going to do it. ❜
❛ why did you kill me, _______? ❜
❛ i’m gonna haunt you, _______. ❜
❛ i’m gonna follow you and play the black eyed peas non stop! ❜
❛ agent little dick, do you copy? ❜
❛ what’s the formula for that fucking hairline? ❜
❛ did you just say “red 100 emoji” out loud? ❜
❛ abracadabra, bitch! ❜
❛ babe, i’m reading harry potter: the prisoner of azkaban, what do you want? ❜
❛ hey nerd, give me your lunch money. ❜
❛ get out of my doritos! ❜
❛ can i give you some constructive criticism? it fucking sucks. ❜
❛ ______, i may be drunk, but you’re beautiful and smart and know how to moisturize. ❜
❛ this guy was talking trash, so i beat him up. ❜
❛ it’s over between us, bro. ❜
❛ i’m an adult. i do grown up things. independence. ❜
❛ …am i a meme? ❜
❛ did you just break the boat? ❜
❛ she’s really funny, and she’s warm, and she’s just…well, anyway. ❜
❛ it’s not like we’re actually kissing. ❜
❛ are you horse-whispering to me? ❜
❛ i saw the light. my entire life flashed before my eyes. i gotta do more. ❜
❛ i tried to make ramen in the coffee pot, and i broke everything. ❜


Prompt: can you do a steve x reader soulmate au?

His mom tells him that it was nearly 85 years away, but smiles, saying how magical the moment would be regardless. Steve almost mentions the fact that people barely lived to be seventy-five.

Word Count: 1293

Warnings: None.

[Bucky’s version]

When he’s five, his teacher is tall and wears a yellow dress, drawing 00:00:00:00 on the board as she teaches them how to count. Her timer’s up and she wears a shiny band around her finger, smiling widely as she says the word soulmate.

“Mine says-” his classmate struggles to get the words out, trying multiple times on the first syllable. “Three-two-one-six, three, four, ten.”

“That’s wonderful!” His teacher exclaims, putting down the chalk to clasp her hands together. “Would anyone else like to share their numbers?”

“Two – um,” the boy next to him struggles to say it and she walks over to their table, reading the numbers two thousand six hundred nine, nineteen, twelve, thirty. The kids marvel at the words – I didn’t know that number existed! – and she glances at Steve’s timer, eyes widening.

“Whoa, look at Steve’s!” The girl on his other side grabs his arm and he yanks it back, holds it close to his chest. “It has five numbers!”

“Settle down, now,” their teacher tries to rein them in, but they crowd around him and he sinks in his seat, tries to make himself smaller than he already is.

“-five numbers isn’t that much-“

“it was on the first one-“

“-come on, Steve, let us see-“

“Everybody back to their seats! Three-” There’s a pause as the kids realize that Steve’s not letting up- “two,“ -and groan, reluctantly going back to their tables. “One.”

Steve pulls his sleeve over his hand.

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oh, no, totally. it just feels slightly different with PEOPLE to me, rather than a whole planet? and honestly just using the entire word rather than only clipping one syllable of a polysyllabic word feels better to me XD like it’s literally just an aesthetic complaint, honestly.

not that I even know why I bother trying to make Star Wars linguistics feel halfway reasonable x___x

AU: Based on this scene from How I Met Your Mother. Our muses are best friends, having dated years ago, and it’s the day of your muses’ wedding. Except, she gets cold feet when she realizes she’s in love with her best friend. (Open to Females)

“No.” No. Of the many one syllable words one ought to say in this situation, no wasn’t it. That’s not how these moments were meant to go. At least, not according to the laws of love set by Nora Ephron and Nancy Meyers. Michael should say YES. He ought to profess his undying love, pull her into a grandiose kiss, and run off into the sunset consequences be damned. But the Southerner doesn’t say yes, despite the speed of his pulse and a self-satisfied smile threatening to appear on his face. Because Michael Clark was, above else, the best friend He stood by the Bible, by the word of God, and by his promises. His convictions were so deeply embedded in his persona, not even his selfish love for her could break it. Even when she was finally asking him to break it.

“You asked me to be your Mister of Honor. You begged me to stand by your side, while you marry your fiance in the eyes of God. And do you remember what I said? I said, I promise I’ll get you down that aisle. No matter what you say or what you do, I will get you to marry him.” This was his role in her life. He wasn’t her fiance, the man the bride loved enough to commit the rest of her life to. Nor was he the bad boy, the seductive and selfish cad that would steal her from “happily ever after.” He was neither; he was the best friend. And as her best friend, as the singular person who loved her enough to set her free even when it broke his heart… He’d get her down the aisle. “You don’t want me.” He reminds her. Wasn’t it true? After years of being lovers, then estranged exes, to best friends. Didn’t all that back and forth taint whatever yearning was once there? “You want him. You love him. And you’re going to marry him.”

Fandom:   DRRR!!
Pairing:     ;)
Rating:     There are no dicks in this.
Notes:       I’m supposed to be asleep why aren’t I asleep

“I love you.”

It was such a simple sentence; one that had been said by millions of others, with varying levels of sincerity. Honestly, it was almost cliche at this stage, and it felt so lacking.

How could love even begin to describe how he felt? It was a four letter word with only one syllable, whereas the feelings he had were multicoloured and dazzling. They blinded him, deafened him, and increased his heart rate.

His soul ached with the desperate want for this person trapped in his arms, and this one word had the audacity to proclaim that it could speak for him? That it could explain each confusing and terrifying thought and prayer?

“I love you.”

Even when spoken with more feeling, it still felt empty.


It would never be enough. It could never convey the intensity of this emotion.

There was no way that he’d ever understand, just from hearing that word, that he’d give up everything for him (though not without some minor complaints).

I love you.

How much? For how long? How often had he found himself smiling at the mere thought of this person? How many times had he found himself unable to sleep, just because the excitement of waking up next to him was too much?

The idea that he could touch him, taste him, kiss him, hold him, and just be with him…

I love you.

It wasn’t enough.

These words weren’t enough.

But maybe, just maybe, if he said them often enough, he’d be able to get his feelings across.


“SHUT UP! Protozoan!”

The thin body in Shizuo’s arms shifted, only trying to escape for the sake of appearances. Izaya finally gave up after a few awkward movements, apparently content with shoving his glowing face into his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“I hate you, Shizu-chan.”

It was like a switch had been flipped in Shizuo’s mind, and all the earlier thoughts he’d had suddenly felt ridiculous. Of course that word was lacking, because it could never mean as much as this. It could never have the same history, and could never feel as powerful.

As he squeezed Izaya into his chest, Shizuo buried his face into mop of dark hair resting against his shoulder.

“I hate you, too.”

Rewatching and re-enjoying Voltron, although this time around I thought of another reason why in the first episode I got the impression Keith and Shiro had a pre-existing close relationship - my reaction was initially because of the way Keith goes to Shiro when he’s standing outside like he’s Luke Skywalker on his berm and puts his hand on his shoulder and says, “It’s good to have you back,” which I suppose is meant to mean “it’s good to have you back on Earth, famous space pilot we all thought was lost forever” but sounds like “it’s good to have you back home with me, person I know well and love, and who I have come to talk to separately from the others who just met you because our existing relationship mean I can approach you when people who know you less well might be inhibited from doing so by a feeling they would be intruding on your brooding.”  

Which I realise is a lot to take from six words of one syllable each, but you know, connotation.

But on top of this, when Keith and the other kids rescue Shiro, he’s wearing his alien prison outfit of black catsuit and vaguely Flashdance ripped crop-top.  In the “good to have you back” conversation, Shiro is wearing a new outfit, the black clothes that are his standard civvies for the rest of the series, and Shiro looks too big to wear Keith’s clothes, so unless they stopped at a gentlemen’s outfitters’ on the way back to Keith’s Desert Shack of Brooding (see, they have brooding in common), it appears as if Keith had some of Shiro’s own clothes ready for him to put on when he got home.

where does this outfit come from

will there be answers in Season Two

Common Latin Expressions, pt. I: Greetings & Valedictions

I’m hoping if I label this as Part One I’ll force myself to make a series of such posts, we’ll see how that works.

This and subsequent posts will be aimed at giving those with at least a basic understanding of Latin grammar, but they will likely not be very grammar heavy. Nota bene - Latin word order is much less picky than most modern languages. The arrangements of words in the expressions I write will be but one of multiple possibilities you might encounter. Additionally, I can’t hope to include all common Latin expressions, but I will do my best to cover the most useful ones. To best help beginners, I will include an acute accent (áéíóú) one words of multiple syllables when I first use them to should where they should be stressed. It’s important to note that they are not usually used and only here to convenience you.

Sálve, pl. Salvéte - Hello! Hi! Lit: “Be well!” - a very commonly used greeting. 

Sálvus sis, pl. Sálvi sítis - Hello! Lit: “May you (all) be well!” - less commonly used, but a good expression to use if you wanna diversify your greetings. To address a woman, or group of women, use Salva sis, pl. Salvae sitis.

Heus - Hey! Hi! - both a greeting and attention-getter.

Bónum matutínum (hábeas, pl. habeátis) - (May you/you all have a) Good morning! - Substitute díem for matutinum for “good day”.

Áve, pl. Avéte - Hail! Hello! - Rather uncommon in conversation from my experience, but good to know.

Vále, Valéte - Good bye! Lit: “Be strong/well”

Cura ut valeas, pl. Curate ut valeatis - Goodbye! Take care! Lit: “Take care that you/you all be well” - I’ve seen and used this on occassion.

Bonam nóctem (hábeas, pl. habeátis) ! -  (May you/you all have a) Good night!

Ad próximum - See you later! Lit: “Until next time”

Ad crastínum - See you tomorrow! Lit: “Until tomorrow”

So, those are the most common greetings and valedictions I see and use. If you have any questions about usage or wanna ask about an expression I missed, feel free to send me an ask!

As always, questions, comments, and suggestions are always welcome!

anonymous asked:

Personally I think DSC wasn't happy with the Cait birthday love fest, love fest before BALFA and love fest after BALFA. I think words were had after she left Scotland.

Ah. So you think she used all five of the two syllable words she knows to rip him a new one?

Believe what you like, boo.