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About me:
She/they, 30s, some kind of writer/artist creature, scientists are unsure. I like dragons and monsters, animal behavior, robots, bugs, and shiny things.
âMy art tag: #grace makes art
âMonster Story blog: The Moth and the Bear
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âWebsite: graceohare.com
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I've been desperately trying to figure out better ways of marketing my big stupid books for One Thounsand Years and I just realized the problem isn't that they're Bad (my first inclination, always, which... I know) or that the audience doesn't exist, it's that these books are basically sfw slow burn monsterfucker romantasy for literary nerds, which like. What even is that. Who are those people? You MUST exist, right? I exist. How do I find you? THat's so specific help
Literary nerds intimidate the shit out of me. What if a big-brained Smart Literary Person reads my Giant Man-Eating Muppet Romance books and says that they're silly poo poo garbage? Then I'd be sad.
I've been desperately trying to figure out better ways of marketing my big stupid books for One Thounsand Years and I just realized the problem isn't that they're Bad (my first inclination, always, which... I know) or that the audience doesn't exist, it's that these books are basically sfw slow burn monsterfucker romantasy for literary nerds, which like. What even is that. Who are those people? You MUST exist, right? I exist. How do I find you? THat's so specific help
Good Bones by Maggie Smith
And behold, an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were sore afraid.
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they should have renaissance fairs at times of year that are survivable
ruthless forest demon, stuff of nightmares
You dream, some nights, of a labyrinth deep underground, where youâve learned to fear halogen lights and distant booming sounds.
the tired sleepies have claimed two victims đ
Did you guys know I wrote three books and I'm working on the fourth and final one? I think they're pretty cool.
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Theyâd come into an enormous hall, with great arches carved into the stone walls and a ceiling so distant the damp, chilly air almost obscured it. Snowflakes danced in the cold light from soaring windows on the north wall, illuminating the wall opposite, made up of uncountable carvings and scripts, diagrams and reliefs, blocks of unreadable text, glyphs, and scratches.
Ruyakâs hackles were up, and he was fixated on something on the wall behind Kaelin.
She turned and looked up⌠and up, and up. What sheâd thought were two great pillars on either side of the entrance were actually the stone arms of an enormous four-eyed bear, peering down at them with open jaws big enough to fit Ruyakâs head inside. Its face was split by a wavering crack, top to bottom, and long icicles had formed wherever the crack ran across an overhang, giving the impression those huge jaws were dripping with icey slaver.
âWow,â Kaelin murmured, admiring the ancient stonework. When she turned back to Ruyak, he was still staring at the statue as though at any moment it was going to lunge forward and bite his head off. âItâs not real, Ruyak,â Kaelin chuckled. âItâs made of stone, it canât hurt you.â
âItâs so bigâŚâ
âHa! Now you know how we feel.â
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Die temu ad die
Hmm. Accidentally looks like latin.
It accidentally is latin
Accidental latin is my new favourite thing.
Found this in the margins of a medieval manuscript.
This is a very charming illustration and I do approve of Accidental Latin, but unfortunately, that is not what this (Fake) Accidental Latin actually says. Google Translate seems to think "temu" is identical to "timor" (infinitive, "to fear"), which would then be conjugated in first-person singular as "timeo" ("I fear"). "Temu" is not a word in Latin. So that is a very weird leap on Google Translate's part to turn gibberish into... something vaguely etymologically similar sounding? Hmm.
Next, "die" does mean "day," though nominative singular is "dies," i.e. "dies irae." It could be conjugated "die" if it was in ablative or locative case, but "die ad die" would mean something more like "day to day." "Ad" is in a "to" direction and "ab" is from, i.e. "ab urbis," and ablative case is used to indicate the movement of a thing. In short, "by" is not really a way to translate "ad"; we might want "per" here? (Through, by means of, etc.)
Not to mention, it would be weird to put one "die" at the start and another at the end The verb also usually goes at the end in Latin sentences, just for that extra bit of fun. So yes, in short, this is not actually Latin, and Google Translate is very bad at Latin in particular. Nonetheless, still charming.
@theshitpostcalligrapher
Agree, @qqueenofhades, except on the matter of breaking âdie ad dieâ apart. Itâs a common structure in poetic and oratorical Latin to jam one phrase in the middle of another. I canât think of an example exactly parallel to this construction, but I could believe a Roman poet would write it!
Ah, that is true. My Latin is of the reading-medieval-documents (particularly charters and/or chronicles) variety, where the sentence and usage structures are often more formulaic and there is less poetic license to move words around. There is obviously far less fixity for word order in Latin, since the conjugations explain how they grammatically relate to each other rather than placement in the sentence. (Coincidentally, this is why I used to say that the best feeling in the world was walking past a Latin classroom and not having to go inside it. Ahem.)
So yes: true that poetical Latin might be more at liberty to split the "die"-s up that far, though "timeo" (verb) is still more likely in most cases to go at the end, which would place them together anyway ("die ad die timeo," "day to day I fear" if translated in strict word order, which would make sense to an English speaker and sound more poetic anyway). Keep in mind, however, that my Latin is a) fairly rusty and b) mostly used for said formulaic legal document reading rather than freeform verse, so don't super-hard quote me on this.
I saw that ablative âdieâ and that final -u on âtemuâ and thought of the ablative supine (as in âmirabile dictuâ) but as you observe, there isnât a verb that âtemuâ could be, and then also, the ablative supine requires an adjective, as far as I know.
But perhaps âtemuâ is a hapax legomenon (in which case we would need the rest of the text to gloss it) or a scribal error for temeratu, from temero, âI defile or disgraceâ. In that case, and in true Tumblr form, I might translate it as âdaily I disgrace, in the manner of the dayâ, with some errors attributable to the scribe.
....oh my god. You might be a genius. Because what else does Tumblr do but daily disgrace [itself, oneself, and/or numerous others] in the manner of the day, and make numerous scribal errors.
how dare you say we error on the scribes
this is what happens when you buy your latin on temu
i do have to say that no matter how shitty any sort of media is or how shitty your own creations are. always remember
From Aeschylusâ Agamemnon, trans. Anne Carson
TMatB book IV wordcount today:
66,471 words!
You will never understand the mental torture of being 12 years old and having a debilitating crush on Hugo Weaving Elrond & having to lie to ur friends and say you like Legolas Orlando bloom like all the other girls so you donât get fucking bullied
Now Iâm 35 and I have a live sized cardboard Elrond who lives on my stairwell & I kiss him every time I go upstairs so anyway the moral of the story is never kill yourself
No hate on you because youâre braver than any US marine for that but I think we might have been having wildly different experiences
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This sketch may be about 10 years old but it feels like the perfect encapsulation of the degradation of expertise under the premise of âeveryone has a right to their opinionâ
âTaxpayers donât pay for life boats, if your opinion is that they do, you donât have a right to that opinion.â
