Ce qui me sidère
dans le fait de tomber amoureux,
c’est que les chagrins du passé s’effacent ;
bien sûr, on n’oublie pas les histoires dures
et compliquées qu’on a vécues, mais
soudain, on n’a plus mal…
Stagnant smoke clouds the bright blue sky…
The once clear river is now streaked in crimson…
As a torrid fire wraps itself around the emerald hills…
The soft laughter twists into hair-raising screams…
Here at Over the Rainbow, every day is raucous and loud; the mechanical ambience is inescapable.
WORKER 1 : Hey, what's going on with that Hollow guy?
WORKER 2 : I mean he's always fucking creeped me out but he's acting weirder than usual.
The workers kept a safe distance between themselves and Hollow as they watched on…
HOLLOW : Fssskk…!
Across from them, Hollow, the dismantler, was taking apart a machine at a blinding pace.
Unbeknownst to his fellow workers, Hollow had been possessed by the Black Fairy, Efface.
EMMA : Maybe we should call upon Efface for help?
HOLLOW : Yes. I would like that, if at all possible.
HOLLOW : I wonder how much we could dismantle and destroy with Efface's help… Mmm~♪ I'd love to try it!
EMMA : If you're sure… Efface…
HOLLOW : Mmm…. Ahhh~♪
HOLLOW : I still feel tired, but the results speak for themselves! Look!
Hollow holds his head high, satisfaction written across his features. The results really did speak for themselves, parts of the newly disassembly neatly lined up on the bench.
EFFACE : …It's good that you're so satisfied.
EMMA : Hollow, Efface. Thank you so much for all your hard work.
HOLLOW : Efface, Emma, I'm touched you would go out of your way to help me.
EMMA : You guys seem to be a perfect match for each other, don't you think?
HOLLOW : I can't speak for Efface, but for me personally, it's even better than I could have ever imagined~♪
Hollow's eyes squinted as he turned back to Efface.
HOLLOW : With you by my side, there's no limit to what we can accomplish!
HOLLOW : Thank you very much.
EFFACE : I, too, find it easier to possess those who are on the same wavelength as me.
EFFACE : However… I believe it best for us to leave things here.
HOLLOW : Hm? What's that supposed to mean?
EFFACE : I'm the Grim Reaper. Only tragedy befalls those who get too close.
EMMA : The Grim Reaper?
EFFACE : …Yes.
HOLLOW : I see, I see… The Grim Reaper… What a strange coincidence! They call me the Grim Reaper, too!
EFFACE : I was unaware.
HOLLOW : Heh, heh. Yes, we have the same name, so let's try to get along, shall we?
EFFACE : The same name, perhaps, but that's just it. You are a Grim Reaper in name only.
EFFACE : I am him incarnate.
Efface fell silent, his hands clasping together, as he appeared to pray for something.
EMMA : Efface, what's wrong?
EFFACE : Oh… It's nothing.
EFFACE : It is just that… As the real God of Death… I am afraid that I cannot allow either you nor Hollow to get involved with me.
what i like especially about the pronouns in the goblin emperor is that this language doesn't just have the T-V distinction (aka informal vs. formal second-person pronouns, in this case 'thou' vs. 'you'), it also has informal and formal first-person pronouns. having BOTH of these distinctions in the same language lets you fine-tune your tone by mixing and matching. with only one axis of formality, when you use informal pronouns, are you being familiar in an intimate way, or in an insolent or dismissive way? when you use formal pronouns, are you being polite or standoffish? you can't tell just from the pronouns; there's ambiguity. but a language where you can use a formal first-person pronoun in the same sentence as an informal second-person pronoun allows you to distance yourself (via the formal first) while also being familiar (via the informal second), thereby achieving the conversational tenor known to linguists as Fuck Thee Specifically.
of the many injustices put forth toward the show by fans i think the most overall damaging and telling of a complete lack of critical viewership is the idea that sam riegel builds his characters with nothing more than the bit in mind. like you are only telling on yourself if you think characters like scanlan shorthalt and veth brennato are one-dimensional and depthless
me reading this article for class critiquing the view of archivists as unobtrusive and anonymous when the reason i decided to do library science and archives was to be unobtrusive and anonymous
Nico Rosberg speaks to Lewis's dad and brother: Anthony and Nicholas Hamilton, 2019
Nico: we got the Hamilton family in the house. We met when I was like 12 years old. Did you think Lewis was gonna be 5-time World Champion, I was gonna be 1-time World Champion?
Anthony: [...] I do remember the first time we met and we used to see you driving around in the go-kart with Rosberg on the back. We were like, 'Wow! Nico Rosberg!' And then we got into a team together, that was amazing. What you (Lewis & Nico) guys have achieved is actually phenomenal. [...] For me, one of THE photos of the past, I've got this photo of you and Lewis, you might've been 13, on unicycles, don't know you you remember that.
Nico: any predictions today? Lewis P1?
Anthony: Yeah, hopefully, that's how it's gonna end up. You know Lewis.
being invested in reading Jake English as an autistic character when Laios Touden exists is like having a resplendent meal of my most favourite foods cooked for me by a master chef laid out before me free of charge and turning around and choosing to eat out of a garbage bin that is on fire. said lovingly
J'ai tout digéré du monde et bientôt je serai digéré par lui. Gibier du temps, proie fragile oxydée d'émotions. Lutter contre quoi ? Vous avez inventé la roue, le canon, le parapluie, le planeur mais rien qui empêche ou guérisse des disparitions. De mon côté je n'aurais fait que des mots ; ils ne seront parvenus ni à faire basculer un amour, ni à convaincre d'un retour les âmes en allées. Des phrases éphémères relâchées dans la nature, sur la toile, comme des souris de labratoire. Des mots sauvés ou perdus d'avance : confettis, éclats de clarinette, sourire en douce. À la fin, c'est le point qui clos la recherche du sens et des frissons ; pas d'autre issue pour l'écrit, la pensée, l'existence ; tout s'arrête à cette ponctuation ... Et puis l'écho d'une suspension, d'une errance, d'un silence et son oubli magnifique ; point final au-delà du point.