#literary dialogue

[trendynewsnow]

The Role of Literature in Jewish Identity and the Impact of Cultural Boycotts

The Significance of the Book in Jewish Culture The Jews have long been recognized as the people of the book. This expression, not widely known, actually has its origins in Islam and refers to those communities who received the divine guidance of Allah through sacred texts. Over time, this phrase has evolved into a source of pride for Jews, often evoking images of a people deeply engrossed in…

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR SQQ HE LOOKS SO FUCKINH DONE WITH LIFE

The recipe for SQQ is: calm on the outside, screaming on the inside.

[fictionadventurer]

But does your man buy an entire hawking establishment just because he saw a painting of a hawking party where one of the women kind of resembled you?

[spiderh0rse]

every lets player in the world is cookie9

[old-skyguy]

Look.

Ace Attorney fandom.

I know why people don't like Turnabout Bigtop. I am among the people who dislike Turnabout Bigtop.

But I GET why people like the case. I'm not going to be one of those annoying people who just blindly dump on it because I hate those mfs too.

Thing about Bigtop isn't that it sucks. Thing isn't the weird grooming stuff (though that is a huge part of it). It's not that it could've been good.

It's that - in my personal OPINION - it could have been *great*.

I think it had the potential to be one of the best third cases in the trilogy. It had everything; a fun and goofy setting fit for a pretty dang goofy lawyer game - where the environment itself had jokes and quips and one-liners and mishaps and tomfoolery written all over it, it had the previous case introducing a very interesting and important plotline that gave background for one of the more well-loved characters while also introducing an equally fucked up and lovable new one who was a child forced into a shit childhood of naivete in a CIRCUS with another character who was very naive and childish - whose interactions could have been funny and cute and reflective of said shit from the previous case (seriously she becomes such an important character in the 4th case, WHY would they not include her in this one for some character development? How did they fuck up letting a CHILD explore a CIRCUS?? That would have made the interactions flow MUCH better).

They had a pretty good, sympathetic killer imo, a morally dubious victim, an asshole of a client (who was pretty flat admittedly in-game, but I like his weird, topsy-turvy reasoning for it in the anime. Also, I think Max being kinda a dick would have bode well for the themes of Farewell since most of his clients up to this point have been like...nice? Not nice, but sympathetic, but him having to defend someone who's innocent but a prick would have shown him that just because someone is an asshole, doesn't mean they deserve to suffer for it and that they have the potential to grow as people, which is almost a complete foil to what Matt was. Ultimately, I would have loved the contrast of them as clients and I think it would have also served as character development for Phoenix, especially with his low-empathy tendencies).

They just didn't think that far ahead. They just didn't execute it well enough. They just decided to make three of the adult characters fight for the hand in marriage of a teenage girl. (Bat's part of the story was actually kinda good if he was just YOUNGER, I think him doing that for Regina would have been a stupid thing someone in the circus would do to impress their crush. Damn you Ace Attorney and your weird treatment of underage girls!!)

It just flopped and that's ok.

Even though it kinda sucked, it can still mean something to me.

Also I'm a Moe Curls apologist. I liked him, shut up.

[literarylumin]

'It comes to this,' Tarrou said almost casually; 'what interests me is learning how to become a saint.'

'But you don't believe in God.'

'Exactly! Can one be a saint without God?—that's the problem, in fact the only problem, I'm up against today.'

- Albert Camus, The Plague

[yanderefairyangel]

I find it very funny that some people try to point at the "I wanted to be a good dragon" as being bad dialogue and proof Engage is badly written when it does the exact opposite.

I know you are tired of hearing it but allow me to repeat it. Just once more. Past Alear is someone who use hiragana, an alphabet use mainly by kids in anime and in jpn media.

That is what makes their dialogue in chapter 24 so unsettling. This shows that Past Alear has the emotional maturity of a child. This is a childish dialogue devoided of emotions, where the characteristic of the hiragana lacking the polysemy of kanji is making this dialogue feels even colder, even more robotic, mecanic, empty, devoided of emotions. Hiragana is used to show how broken past Alear is as a child whose innocence was completely destroyed.

However, in this cutscene of chapter 22, the use of hiragana is no longer to convey this feeling. This time, it's to convey a warm feeling, letting Alear's childish personality of that time shines as them showing their innocent side, their weaker and true side to Lumera. it's them dropping the facade, and finally revealing what they were concealing when we meet them in chapter 24 : an innocent, kind child. You don't even need to turn off Alear's voice and hear how the performance changed to realize that because you can see this from the models. How Past Alear's blank and emotionelss gaze in chapter 24 contrast to the one bright and tender gaze they gave to Lumera in chapter 22. The sentence they speak is no longer intended to be read as emtioneless because of this, because now the property of the hiragana as conveying the childish innocent feeling, like it does with Veyle, is the one aspect exploited in this scene. It's to show Alear's innocence and child like nature, their warmth. This immediately makes their "tadashii ryuu ni naremasen" all the more tragic. They speak this time with the tone matching the undertones of the hiragana, unlike how in the past they used that "childish" dialect with the tone of a robot. In fact, the change of tone in the voice shows the shift in tone despite how Past Alear still uses the same alphabet. All in context.

The same way Past Alear's politness express through the same conjuction and expression as current Alear but have a different nature because of the context, the same way Alear's incantations read as prayers/wish rather then commands/orders because of the context, the use of hiragana's meaning changes because of the context. This is no longer to express a broken child speaking, but to show Past Alear's innocence and to emphazize their love for Lumera by showing how they reveal themselves to her only.

[shyjusticewarrior]

You know what about Catching Fire we don't talk about enough? How the movie made Effie's hair the wrong orange but left in the lines referencing it's brightness anyway.

[bookwyrminspiration]

how. how have you won. how is that anything but the worst, most unnatural dialogue in the history of man. die

[rotzaprachim]

a critical piece of fanfic discourse missing is that good fanfic often functions as the literary fiction character-based addendum to plot-focused genre fiction works

[superiorsuicide]

Rust Cohle had my attention when he dropped the ‘I don’t have the constitution for suicide’ line but I have to say his most compelling trait so far has been that haphazard stack of nonfiction books on being a detective but not knowing about The King in Yellow. whatever is going on here is sparkling

[pangyham]

been marinating so many chongyun thoughts lately. thinking about post yang energy episode bedridden chongyun + a tense interaction between xingqiu and hu tao

[whiteshipnightjar]

“I could not undo that desire.” Joanna Newsom and Hozier tearing my heart apart

[this-is-a-podcast-fanblog]

restoration (a mother Lauren fic)

Mother Lauren surveys the dead.

She sees them simultaneously as the spirits hovering wherever they actually are and as a collection of souls in the sand wastes. Some writhe and howl. Some cower in much the same way that the living do when her long arms sweep over them. They are afraid of her, but they speak to her when she calls voicelessly upon them.

Who killed you? she asks one. The ghost is still mostly intact. Strexcorp, it rasps back. Mother Lauren giggles. Oh, she says. Oopsie.

Night Vale is full of ghosts the way that clouds are full of water and bodies are full of blood. In truth, Mother Lauren isn't sure why she came through the portal. There's something old inside of her, very old, and far wiser than the Lauren Mallard she used to be. It compels her arms to move and lurches her body forwards towards some destination. She allows it. She's curious to see how this will end up. Besides, now that she's in Night Vale, things are becoming much clearer.

Mother Lauren speaks to the dead as an act of necessity, as easy and thoughtless as breathing. She inhales their memories and exhales ash. She can see over the tops of the buildings around her as she floats through the city, even though she is simultaneously in the sand wastes cutting the soles of her feet on tumbleweed.

Who are you? Mother Lauren asks a ghost. This one is familiar. Its body is hollowed out, spattered with acid and partially digested. Its clothes are charred. It is the Pastor from the Joyous Congregation of the Smiling God. She knows the name before the ghost actually speaks it, but it does speak anyway: I am the Pastor from the Joyous Congregation of the Smiling God, it says. Night Vale chapter. I was devoured by the Smiling God. By you. It's all I ever wanted.

I'm not/I am the Smiling God, Mother Lauren says. I am the High Priestess/The Mother of Cruelty.

You came to me as a giant centipede, the pastor's ghost says. It doesn't look at Mother Lauren, which is honestly kind of rude. You were so beautiful. You swallowed me. Inside your belly I felt true religion, and I felt you crawling over the sands and slithering through the streets of Night Vale. I felt your stomach acids dissolving me, so beautiful, like baptism. Then suddenly I felt pain, great pain. And you burned to death with me still inside you. It really hurt. It was not beautiful. I want to be alive again so that you can digest me properly this time. If you had just digested me properly I wouldn't be here.

Sorry kid, no can do, says Mother Lauren, and moves on. She feels that she could bring the ghost back to life if she wanted to. It's just that she doesn't want to.

Her mission is becoming clear: Night Vale needs to fall. It needs to, because it's been annoying her since before she even became The Mother, and because she is so hungry. She could mind control that radio host to speak for her again; he's enough like Kevin that it would be easy. Mother Lauren left him chanting into his microphone, but she decides that's okay for now. He can wait there for a little bit while she figures out what to do with him. She walks through the dead, parting them with her long arms. They claw at her cloak. They cry for resurrection, and for eternal death, and for damnation. They cry for Mother Lauren.

Mother Lauren reaches the end of the sand wastes. It's a point of space that shouldn't exist, since the sand wastes should stretch on forever. Yet, here it is, the end of the sand wastes; it just... stops, the sands turning to glass and the tumbleweeds turning to dust and a jagged mountain like a wall against the edge of the world. There's only one ghost here. It is a woman.

"Hi," says Mother Lauren. "The sand wastes aren't supposed to end. They are meant to stretch on forever/forever into the great glowing coils of the universe, where there is only Mother Lauren/Mother Lauren."

The spirit doesn't look at her. In fact, she doesn't even turn around to face Mother Lauren, just keeps doing whatever it is that she's doing by the base of the jagged mountain. "The sand wastes are made of physical matter," says the ghost. She walks over to the left a few paces, leaving bloody footprints on the glass ground. "Everything that is made of physical matter has a start and an end. That's how space works." She shouldn't be able to walk, because she doesn't have legs. They are splintered off at the knee, leaving visible bone and dripping gore. Her arms are at impossible angles. Half of her head is shaved and the other half is broken skull. Mother Lauren can see the ghost's brain.

"How are you walking?" Mother Lauren asks, intrigued. She doesn't know the answer before it appears this time. "You shouldn't be doing that."

"I'm dead," says the ghost. "I'm not doing anything." She's writing equations on the wall of the mountain, spelling them out in her own blood. "None of this is actually happening. I'm sorry, can you leave me alone? I'm kind of in the middle of something."

That's a very rude thing to say, and Mother Lauren should punish her. "Look at me," she commands. Even this ghost cannot resist the booming tones of Mother Lauren. She turns around. One of her eyes is missing and she wears only a pair of broken glasses. Actually, she's kind of hot. Mother Lauren sinks to her knees before the ghost. Her robe flutters around her, rapidly flickering from gold to purple to green. "I walk among the uncounted dead and seek one for the mission within me, which is eternal/brand new," Mother Lauren tells her. "I have to destroy Night Vale."

"That's cute." The ghost's tone is patronizing. She dares condescend to The Mother, the High Priestess of the Smiling God. Not only that, but Mother Lauren is pretty sure she's going to let her get away with it. "I tried that, you know? I tried so hard, for almost an entire year, with absolutely meticulous planning, but oh ho ho!" She laughs. "Look at me now! I fought, and I mustered an entire army of scientists on hardly any funding - which is insane, by the way - and I still died. So trust me, destroying Night Vale isn't worth it. You'll end up dead too, if you're not already. I mean, I'm having a conversation with you, and I am literally dead! Dead! And when I realized I was dead, my first thought was, there's no such thing as the afterlife, what the heck am I doing here? I'm sorry, am I boring you?"

"No," says Mother Lauren. "Please continue."

"Thank you. What was I saying? Oh, the afterlife. I mean, the human body is powered essentially by the brain and the heart, if we think about things in simplest terms. When that... bastard dropped a dead cow on me, it collapsed my skull and drove bone fragments into my brain. It shattered my ribcage and squished my heart like a teeny tiny little grape. But I'm. Still. Here." The ghost curls her fingers into claws. "This doesn't make any sense. I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be anything. I'm dead."

Mother Lauren's heart stirs with pity. Pity is sometimes the cruelest emotion of all. "I am so sorry for your loss," says Mother Lauren. "You seem like a very wise individual."

"Thank you. It's nice to be appreciated."

"What is your name?"

"Janet. Dr. Janet Lubelle."

"Excellent." Mother Lauren scoops up the ghost of Dr. Janet Lubelle in her hands like so much sand. The ghost yelps as Mother Lauren lifts her to her face. "I'm going to call you Jan."

"Do not call me that."

"I will bring you back, Jan." And with her eyes that are God's Mother Lauren sweeps her gaze over the broken body. She restores the legs that her soldier may walk but leaves the brain as it is. It's kind of sensual, to see Jan's insides on her outside. The sins of the flesh have always been Mother Lauren's favorites "I will give you another chance, and you will serve me. Mother Lauren will save you from being a ghost." This is going to be fun, so much more fun than Kevin or Cecil. This is going to give her what she actually wants.

The being trembles in her hands, small and human. "Listen," she says. "I appreciate the sentiment, but what you're describing - it isn't scientific. It isn't possible. You can't resurrect me."

Tiny human. So stubborn, and ultimately still so limited. "'Can't' is not a word that carries much significance for the mother of all cruelty." Mother Lauren pats her new plaything on the top of the head. "Now, go forth and destroy/destroy."

She turns and walks out of that place that should not exist, back the way she came. She ignores the other spirits and ghosts as they vie for her attention and her mercy. Mother Lauren has enough mercy only for one. She walks out of the sand wastes, and at the same time, she walks down the main street of Night Vale, and her arms are as long as shadows at sundown.

And at the same time, on the edge of town where a cow is decomposing, a hand breaks through the earth.

[just-in-cays]

.

[kauterized]

okay , we have got to pull you together . / haiyan <3

in a brilliant silence, megumi sat suspended. the medical textbook he was currently leafing through held his gaze for a few more seconds; haiyan’s voice fractured his scrutiny evenly. megumi hadn’t realized how the augmenting number of texts cluttered about reeked so heavily of desperation, and though it was offensive to be seen vulnerable, the ring of haiyan’s voice — slightly exasperated yet oceanic calm all the same — flinched the red walls of his heart so viscerally that megumi could only swallow the debris. it’s unknowingly lonesome, truthfully, for grief to break into obsession.

with a forced cool, megumi shifted his regard to haiyan. the yellow ceiling light overhead catched like a halo behind him — or perhaps it was that same desperation veiling megumi’s vision. either way, the boy had no inclination for anger. only tightened his grip on the dated textbook, the press of his fingernails glowing white. it’s not coincidental that haiyan’s concern flew over his head.

“ i haven’t found anything yet, ” — a confession that bloomed wound-like — “ and gojo-sensei, shoko-san — they don’t know either. i’m— ” starting to think she’s— “ i want to save her, haiyan. tell me what to do. ”