#nik parka

[emeraldbabygirl]

Part 22

[accessible-tumbling]

[image description: the first image is a one-panel comic showing two people in parkas ice fishing. Text reads: Nalunngiliuk italiamiusut pasta 200-nik assiginngitsumik taaguuteqartoo?”.

The second image is the same comic but the text is in Inuktitut Syllabics.

The third image is a gigantic chart titled “encyclopedia of pasta”. It can’t be overstated how many kinds of pasta are shown. The chart is zoomed out so the text is very small.

The fourth image is a gif showing a light skinned person sadly putting their head in their hand while a dark skinned person dances excitedly in the background.

The fifth image is unattributed tumblr tags on a teal background. They read: “#Theyre not words for pasta they're different types of pasta you heathen #You wouldnt use ‘border collie' interchangeably with 'dog' okay we're talking subspecies #And there are definitely more than 250 #Go watch pastagrannies on insta and yt they do amazing work recording regional forms of pasta like dying languages #That's true ancestral eating you tradwife motherfuckers.”

The sixth and final image is a post about different words for snow, but each “snow” or “Inuit” related word has been crossed out and replaced with “pasta” or “Italian” related words. It now reads: “we have the same word for thin pasta, twirly pasta, pasta in tubes, pasta in butterfly shapes — whatever the situation may be. To an Italian, this all inclusive word would be almost unthinkable; he would say that thin pasta, butterfly pasta, and so on, are sensuously and operationally different, different things to contend with; he uses different words for them and for other kinds of pasta”. End ID]

“Did you know the Italians have 200 different words for pasta?”

[laurent-ofvere]

💛 Fic in which Laurent has a skin condition and burns anyone who touches him. 💛 ...

💛1 When Damen walks to school on the first day after holidays, an arm wraps around his shoulders and makes him jump, the intrusion oddly comforting as it gives a real reason to his increased pulse. “Fuck!” he yelps just as he recognizes the laugh and its kind-hearted owner. “Nik! You almost gave me a heart attack.” “Look at these guns!” Nikandros rejoices when he pulls back, his hands wrapped around his biceps. “Have you been working out?”💛 2 “Swimming,” Damen shrugs, a sentiment akin to tenderness filling his heart, the public olympic sized pool by his house that no one goes to feels like home in an absurd but wholesome way. “You look good,” Nikandros says, taking a moment to look at him from head to toe. “I’m digging this new hair, too.” “Figured I’d dump the hair products. Give you guys a chance with the ladies,” Damen teases. “As if. Come on. We don’t wanna be late.”💛 3 When Pallas sees him, he instantly wraps an arm around Damens back. “How are you, man?“ Pallas asks into his neck while they hug. “I’m good. Thank you,” says Damen and he means it. They part eventually, because Lydos and Makedon join their circle. “What the hell happened to your hair?” Lydos jokes right after their first class.💛 4 “He said it’s to give us a chance with the ladies,” Nikandrod replies, laughing. “What he said,” Damen confirms, bringing his right hand to his unruly hair and running it through it lazily. “No offense, but I think it’s the muscels that do it for them,” Makedon shrugs. Nikandros laughs. “Your data must be wrong, because I don’t have so many muscels and still do well with the ladies.”💛 5 “I don’t like this cocky version of Nik,” Lydos shakes his head while one of his hands pulls at the curls sitting on Pallas‘ head. “Like not at all. I liked you better when you were awkward and only placed two words in any given conversation.” “I’m sorry I graduated middle school,” says Nikandros, then they all burst into laughter and yeah. It will be a good year, Damen thinks. It will be their last before college.💛 6 „But yeah I think it’s all bullshit,” Lydos says, continuing the conversation. “It’s not bullshit. Who would lie about that?” Nikandros rolls his eyes. “I don’t know? Someone who doesn’t like to be touched? Someone who’s a bit fucked in the head?” Damen flinches and Makedon hits Lydos in the back of his head.💛 7 The boys keep talking about some new guy with a rare skin condition but Damen don’t listen anymore. He’s not too interested in school gossip. When Damen walks out of his last lesson he doesn’t notice the person he’s about to bump into. He catches a glimpse of the boy walking rather aggressively right into his chest, looking as though he’s running late, and decides he cannot do much about it.💛 8 In the split of a second,Damen tries to think of ways they would collide. They could fall on the ground as Damen visibly towers over him. Or they could bump foreheads. Or he could hold his ground, plant both feet firmly against the hardwood floor, and just let the smaller boy bump into him. Let’s go with that. In a swift moment, however, the boy—who’s visibly sharper than he could ever be—gets out of his way, completely circumventing his body, and leaves Damen wide eyed and frozen in place.💛 9 He feels silly for a second. He probably looks very weird standing like that. But the boy probably doesn’t care because he hasn’t even stopped to look at Damen before running into the counselor’s office. Damen, who for a moment, wonders if he sees life at a slower speed than most people, if little things matter more to him than to most.10 ♥ His heart races as he leans against the wall. His skin feels hot, as though he’s just brushed against a radiator or gotten too close to a fireplace. His pulse has quickened and his blood is buzzing. Damen feels energized in an odd way, like those characters in the cartoons when they get slightly electrocuted. His cheeks feel warmer too, and it’s almost intoxicating11 ♥ Is this some sort of a euphoric panic attack?Damen eventually calms down and decides that he’s probably been so isolated and touch-starved that any form of near-touch feels dizzying. He needs hugs and cuddles, all of them.12 ♥ Damen sees him again later that afternoon—with Lydos happily hugging his shoulders after he explained his touch-starved logic to the group—and his heart almost burns at the sight. The boy looks young, probably a first year. He’s wearing almost as many layers as Damen—the most prominent ones being a black turtleneck and a large winter parka jacket—and his head is hanging so low that one can barely see his face.13 ♥ Smooth blonde hair are slipping from a cap. Probably helps with avoiding eye contact . The hood of his jacket is thrown on top of the snapback and a thick green scarf covers what remains visible on his face.Damen realizes that the only bit of skin this guy is showing is his nose as even his hands are in thick gloves. It’s a cute nose, he reckons before shaking his head.14 ♥ “Who are you staring at?” Makedon raises an eyebrow.“Bumped into that kid earlier,” Damen shrugs and tries to will away the fire that just spread inside his body again. What the. The boys exchange suspicious looks and he joins them almost immediately. “What?”“You did not bump into that kid,” says Makedon.15 ♥ “Uhm, yes, I did,” Damen frowns. “It was right outside the counselor’s office.”“Wait. Wait!” Lydos suddenly shouts as if he’s just realized something. “Holy shit. Has the new kid been lying?!”“What?”“Wait. Wait,” Nikandros brings a hand to shut Lydos up before turning to face Damen. “Did you touch him?”“What the fuck?” Damen frowns again.“Not like that,” Nikandros laughs.♥ 16 „I mean did you actually bump into each other. Was there physical impact? Was he wearing all those layers inside too?”“Uh yeah. I mean we didn’t actually bump into each other cause he got out of my way. Where is this going?”“That kid. He claims to have some sort of a skin condition,” Lydos explains.“A skin condition? You guys were talking about this earlier, right?” Damen recalls.17 ♥ “Yeah. And you weren’t listening. Of course.”“What kind of condition?”“He claims that his skin burns people,” says Makedon.“Which is bullshit,” says Lydos. “I’m sure he just has social or touch phobia and doesn’t want people to go near him so he made up this whole story.”18 ♥ “Shut up,” Nikandros sighs again.“What? How the hell is that a thing? I looked it up online. It doesn’t even exist. Like allergy to water? Allergy to the sun? Both exist. But allergy to touch? Nada. It’s not even an allergy. Allergies attack the beholder’s body. This is like an attack on the external party.19 ♥ It’s like he claims to have super powers. Like the X-men. And we would know if he was an X-men. He’d be locked up in some facility and research would be performed on him and shit.”“Maybe our government is protecting him because he’s a minor?” says Makedon.“What the hell are you talking about?” Lydos groans.20 ♥ „There’s no differentiation between minors and adults in war weapons. If this guy has something in his skin that burns people, you bet your ass he’d be in some lab getting his DNA studied.”“You need to stop watching so many superhero movies, bro,” Nikandros shakes his head.“What’s his name?” says Damen.“Hm?”21 ♥ “The kid’s name. What is it? Or does everyone just refer to him as the ‘kid with the skin condition?’” Damen says.“Uh, I don’t know,” says Lydos and it sound apologetic.“Laurent,” says Nikandros. “His name is Laurent and he’s apparently a genius or something.”“A genius?”“Yeah, he’s a third year like us although he’s still seventeen. He got moved two years ahead.”♥ I’m sorry I spammered you like that haha, but if you like the story, I’ll send you more each day. ♥im not sure why you put this here and didnt just post it for everyone to properly see lol but its interesting! i looove high school aus and the concept is different from any capri au ive seen

[jarnoenelfi-blog]

Blogpost 3

Het verhaal speelt zich af in het heden. De technologie is hetzelfde: normale gsm’s, de London Eye, de scholen zijn zoals nu, er zijn feesten met luide muziek, videogames,...

Het verhaal is chronologisch, er word geen gebruik gemaakt van flashbacks of flashforwards, het verhaal begint ook niet In Medias Res. Het begint met een mooie inleiding en eindigt met een duidelijke afloop. 

In ons boek is er ook gebruik gemaakt van een tijdsvertraging. Bijvoorbeeld: wanneer Jem realiseerde dat alle nummers rond haar hetzelfde zijn aan de London Eye.

Twee Japanese toeristen, allebei in dezelfde blauwe parka, wollen muts en handschoenen, keken onze kant op. In de fractie van een seconde die het duurde voor ze hun blik weer afwendden, merkte ik nummers op en het was alsof ik een elektrische schok kreeg. Ze hadden allebei hetzelfde nummer. Raar, dacht ik, dezelfde sterfdatum, hoe groot was die kans? Toen drong het nummer zelf tot me door. 8122009. Dat was vandaag. Wat kregen we... 

De mensen stonden nogal dicht op elkaar. Ik mikte op een smalle spleet op een jongeman in een trainingspak met een rugzak om en een oude dame in een dikke tweemantel die een strooien tas bij zich had. ‘Pardon.’ Zei ik terwijl ik op de dame afliep. Ik had niks moeten zeggen: ze week vanzelf al achteruit. ‘Bedankt.’ Ik perste me er tussendoor. Ze glimlachte vaag en hield haar tas stijf tegen zich aan en ik zag de ongerustheid in haar gezicht toen onze blikken elkaar even kruisten. Haar nummer zag ik ook en meteen bleef ik stokstijf staan. Ik staarde haar aan, ik kon er niks aan doen. 8122009. Dit was onwezelijk. Wat betekende het? Mijn huid prikte ineens van het zweet, over mijn hele lijf. Er ging iets met de mensen hier gebeuren. Vandaag. Hier. 

Er word hier gebruik gemaakt van een tijdsvertraging.  De verteltijd is groter dan de vertelde tijd.  De vertelde tijd: 16 regels De verteltijd: ongeveer 3 minuten.

In ons boek is er ook gebruik gemaakt van tijdsversnelling. Bijvoorbeeld: Wanneer Jem en Spider seks hebben in een stal met koeien. 

En het werd weer seks, maar nu heel andere seks, liefdevol, langzaam en teder. En ik lag er niet alleen maar bij, ik deed mee, met bewegen en zoenen, strelen en zuchten. Het leek wel of ik iemand anders was, maar dat was niet zo. Dit was ik, de echte ik, en Spider was de enige die me ooit had weten te vinden, die zag wie ik echt was. En ik zag hem ook. Hij was mooi. Na afloop lag ik in de kromming van zijn arm, mijn hand rustte op zijn brost en hij lag stil, zonder schokje of trilling. We lagen kalm en vredig bij elkaar en ik viel in slaap met zijn warme adem op mijn gezicht en zijn hartenklop vlak bij de mijne.

Er word hier gebruik gemaakt van een tijdsversnelling. De vertelde tijd is groter dan de verteltijd. De vertelde tijd: Ongeveer 20 minuten De verteltijd: 8 regels

3 belangrijke plaatsen in het boek zijn: 1) Het huis waar Spider en zijn oma wonen. 2) De stal waar Jem en Spider voor het eerst hun gevoelens voor elkaar uitten. 3) De kerk waar Jem mocht overnachten en waar ze Karen en Spider weer        terugzag na een lange tijd.

In het huis van van Spider en zijn oma is een veilige sfeer. De oma helpt Jem en Spider veel en stelt hen gerust. De auteur beschrijft de oma als een lieve zorgende en behulpzame vrouw, die meteen merkte dat er iets speciaal is aan Jem. Ze toont dat ze altijd wilt helpen als het nodig is.  Ook de blijvende geur van de sigaretten die ze rookt op de kruk waar ze altijd zit. Deze geur samen met Spider zijn zweterige geur waar Jem het altijd over heeft, word als vertrouwlijk beschreven.