#english writing lesson

[jvledrn]

In English we say "I miss you" but in the language of poetry we say "A vacant space where once you stood. Your absence, a haunting solitude"

[mutant-n-gratified]

Haunted by the thought that someone might gaze into my soul and unveil my yearning for gentle care.

[arthursfuckinghat]

I think a lot of people forget why a character like Micah exists - aside from aiding the plot.

Micah is a guide (of sorts) for you to see what a "bad man" really is, to help you understand why Arthur does what he does and to show you that there's actual thought and morals behind his actions.

Micah, on the other hand, kills because he wants to and for stupid reasons. He is a malicious, mocking, hurtful, and sadistic man who cares very little for anybody but himself. He's a misogynist, racist, and frankly irredeemably evil.

As much as Micah was able to manipulate Dutch, Arthur could see right through him. Ultimately causing a rift between Dutch and Arthur, which is exactly what Micah wanted.

Micah was made for you to see the differences between "good" and "bad" people.

Characters like Sean, Lenny, Charles, all "good" people who have done "bad" just like the rest of the gang, including Arthur. I think the reason that people are quick to say that Arthur was "a bad person until he got tb" is because we see his experiences first hand (plus player choices) and not much of the other "good" gang members' "bad" actions. That and his motives and his background is sometimes misunderstood by players.

Arthur is a "good man", "a saint", "an angel", "a blessing" to some and a "bad", "evil", "cruel" man to others.

Playing as Arthur means getting to understand his internal conflicts and his desire to be a better person, something Micah had no intentions of being.

[sambartika]

UNLIKELY FASCINATION

PART III: "Forever and Ever"

It was Sunday—the laziest day of the week. Waking up at 9, I strolled past my front balcony, heading straight to the kitchen for breakfast. Then, I opened my computer to work on my project.

The clock struck twelve. As I prepared for a bath, I felt something queer. Did I forget to do something? I wondered while opening the door to the balcony.

"Oops! How could I forget this?" I mumbled.

I placed the bananas on the cupboard behind which the civet stayed.

Yes, it has been quite a few years. It grew older, and I grew up.

I really grew up. Actually, that’s misleading. Nothing much changed about me—I just became mature enough to realize what reality is. I grew from a child eager to make friends, to a teenager traumatized by friendship, to a mature person afraid to make friends.

Have any of you ever experienced living in an environment, studying in a school with your agemates, and realizing that no one—absolutely no one—thinks like you? No one understands your sense of "friendship." No one understands your definition of "loyalty." No one understands your idea of "happiness." At that point, you may feel you are innocent. And yes, I admit I was innocent, and I want to remain unchanged for my entire life.

Sometimes you will be framed. And then you may call yourself a fool, but you are not. You are just not experienced enough to understand who deserves your friendship. Friendship requires trust. Trust demands loyalty, and—

LOYALTY is an EXPENSIVE thing that you cannot expect from CHEAP people.

Hence, now I’m afraid—maybe I won’t be able to distinguish the rich from the cheap. It requires skill to distinguish a diamond from moissanite. It requires even more skill to identify a rich heart from rich apparel.

Hence, now, I am truly petrified—of friendship... with narcissists.

But don’t think I’m devoid of friendship. I do have friends, and I’m genuinely happy with them.

I’m proud to say that I’m an animal lover. I love all animals. To me, they are my best friends. Whenever I see them, I feel an eternal, inseparable bond existing between us—something rare, beyond profit, beyond ulterior motives, beyond any conditions—so natural, so resolute.

As I was placing the civet’s food, it came out, only to stare at me for a few obsessed moments. Earlier, it was introverted—it restrained itself from appearing in front of me, yet secretly watched me. That’s hypocrisy, though. But I loved how it changed. Seeing its change, I asked:

"It has been so many years, and still you haven’t answered me."

It looked at me cluelessly.

"What? Did you ever answer me whether you want to be my friend or not?"

It picked up its food and took a bite.

I smirked and walked away.

At this point, both of us knew the answer to the question. I reminisced about our sweet memories—the time when our eyes first met, that dining table incident which still gives me goosebumps, and how I developed an unlikely fascination for a civet cat, a wild, supposedly nasty species, even though I hated cats.

Oh, there’s something I must tell you all. Civet cats are not cats. Yes, the scientific name of the house cat is Felis catus. Thus, all cats are generally part of the Felis genus, although their species may differ, like Felis chaus (Jungle cat) or Felis bieti (Chinese Mountain cat). But civets are not one of them. Civets belong to the family Viverridae, and they don’t form a monophyletic group.

In West Bengal, we generally find Paradoxurus hermaphroditus (Common Palm Civet) or Viverricula indica (Small Indian Civet). And believe me, I found this out on the last day of my Class 10 board exams—coincidentally, the day I studied biology for the final time for exam—since I pursued Physics, Chemistry, Mathematics, and Computer Science as my main subjects in Class 11.

So my fascination wasn’t that unlikely, as it’s really not a cat. I know it may sound melodramatic and cheesy; it may even resemble a mistaken identity plot. It might seem like an attempt to romanticize the idea—love is all perfect and ideal—even though the shape of Earth isn’t—but for God’s sake, believe me, I didn’t make it up for the story. It’s damn true.

Anyway, aren’t you eager to know the answer to the question from earlier? Well, it was—

“Forever and Ever.”

[anxiouslowercase]

sas rh: let eoin survive the fall au » a tale of two lieutenants (part two)

[thejourneyblog]

Time was infinite and scarce with you. Infinite in the amount of ways I wanted to be with you, Scarce in the amount of time there would be to do them.. but lets try anyways

[piratefishmama]

I beg of you, start a new paragraph when someone new starts talking.

It makes anyones writing far easier to follow.

[my-quotes]

Little things mean a lot.

-Unknown

[faeriefully]

one of the things about Frieren is that one of the main themes is humility — the difference between the heroes and the demons, the small lessons the party must learn, the understated likeableness of the protagonists, the subtle confidence lacking arrogance, the respect and acknowledgement of time and age, the treatment of nobility, the surprising reveals for both apprentices and enemies— it all revolves around genuine humility

[mutant-n-gratified]

I'll craft you in my words so finely, my dear, that whoever reads them will ache to see you.

[heartoflesh]

Some people go to college, others don't. Some people want to be lawyers, some people want to be authors, some people want to be social workers. Some people are really good at science, others are really good at music.

Some places get hurricanes, others get tornados, others get earthquakes, tsunamis, or monsoons.

That thing may not be for you, even though someone else has it. And signs come in different forms for everyone.

[sambartika]

EMBRACING THE END

End?- Where do you see it?

Where do you find it?

Where do you have it?

In a world, where even the seven colors of rainbow merge,

Where do you see the existence of verge?

It's just how life changes its course,

Just as a river moves away from its source.

Every "apparent" ending is an intermission,

To start anew with some other mission,

The Transformation from IMPOSSIBLE to YES! I DID!

It's a journey with glee, misery, laughter, shame, together mixed.

Cause, it's the law of Nature,

To close one door and open another,

And it GOES ON forever.........

Welcome 2025

[project-sekai-facts]

Out of curiousity, what level of Japanese proficiency (JLPT) certification do you have?

None, I’m entirely self taught so my understanding isn’t by any means as good as someone who has had lessons. I can read it for a fairly large part but usually have to use a dictionary to help with kanji. I’m not qualified to talk about ENs translations at all but they leaked ages ago and I saw a lot of people on twitter who can speak Japanese complain about them, so Phoenix TL is definitely bad.

I didn’t translate the original JP text in that post, I relied entirely on the Fan TL because those stick as close to the text as possible and can generally be regarded as accurate. Which I probably should’ve done but as I said I’ll make a better post about EN’s bad localisations some other time where I actually break everything down fully. Honestly the localisation is the important part in the post I made - I think I said in the post that the translations aren’t outright bad it’s just that they’re out of character and removing important information that was in the original text. And if I didn’t, there you go.

[starry-slithers]

Creative writing English lessons are wild because our task today was ‘two characters meet’ so now I’m just stuck with an Ellie Williams and Lucy Carlyle fanfic 💀

[maihonhassan]

Today's lesson:

"If you wanna be happy, you have to stop regretting the past, there's nothing you can do about it, don't forget the past you can learn from it and get better from it, so you don't make the same mistakes, but you gotta stop regretting the past."

[my-quotes]

The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.

Ralph Waldo Enderson