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PLEASE explain the Latin fuck words. for science

Okay so. The Romans think that sex doesn't count as real sex unless Someone Is Getting Penetrated By A Dick Or Dick-Adjacent Object. Very sort of dick-centric system.

So Latin has six words for "to fuck", divided into three pairs: one pair for each of the possible Holes (ass, mouth, pussy). In each pair there is a word for topping and a word for bottoming.

Most people who know a little about Latin fuck verbs know 'pedicare' and 'irrumare' from the first line of Catullus 16 (Pēdīcābō ego vōs et irrumābō), which is a poem about saying "absolutely shut the fuck up and piss all the way off" to fandom antis and purity police who are making repulsive accusations about you personally, based on things they're reading into your work from a bad-faith perspective. Catullus was so real for that and it's incredibly endearing to me that he was dealing with the same thing we are still dealing with. I got a hater in my askbox doing this about The Wisdom of Emperors just the other day, but I took the high road and, unlike Catullus, did not tell them "I will assfuck you and I will facefuck you" So here sort of a chart about the verbs: Topping | Bottoming Mouth: irrumare | fellare Ass: pedicare | cevere Cunt: futuere | crisare

Another fun fact related to the fuck verbs was that the Romans didn't think about sexual orientation in terms of who you're attracted to, they thought about it in terms of "which is your favorite hole and what do you like to do with it." So you'll get graffiti (ancient roman subtweeting) about things like "Marcus is a fututor [cunt-fucker] and a pedico [ass-fucker] but omg girlies I also heard he's a fellator [cock-sucker] 👀👀👀👀" In the modern day we'd just call him bisexual, but in Ancient Rome it is not enough to know if someone is bisexual (they think it's kind of perverted if a man only fucks women, like do you have some kind of freaky pussy fetish???? you've never once even fucked a twink??? dat's gay, bro. gay to not be bi), you also have to know if he's being bisexual in a respectable sort of way

You will notice that pussy-eating is not on this list, because those words do not mean "to fuck", they translate more directly to just "pussy-licking" (cunnilingus), and because the Romans are sexist as all hell and think that's gross and filthy anyway. This is not ONLY because of pussy terror, it's also that the mouth is the most sacred part of the body -- so eating pussy or sucking a dick is actually considered slightly more "shameful" than getting fucked in the ass. (Please note as well that the fuck verbs are gender neutral -- if you're a roman man and your girlfriend owns a strap-on, she can [pedicare] you. but be careful because your sworn enemy in the forum will have a fucking FIELD DAY if he hears about that and will write a Mean Poem about you or subtweet you on a public wall)

The moral of this story is that the Ancient Romans were absolutely *GAGGING* for social media (see Martial's Epigrams, aka My Best Tweets), and the second moral of this story is that if this was a fun post for you, you should look at my kickstarter for alllllll of this kind of nonsense in the form of A Fantasy Novel That's Pretending To Be An Academic Paper With A Fake Bibliography And Foonotes aka The Wisdom of Emperors. And please signal boost this so everyone can know about Latin Fuck Verbs and Roman Subtweeting, we've really learned so much here together

ariaste

Update to everyone: The book is now at 650% funding on Kickstarter :|

rockshitty

Nothing reminds me what a goddamn miracle modern medicine is more so than hearing stories about people who contracted the black plague in the 21st century and were prescribed antibiotics for it.

Like yeah man you got the disease that wiped out half of Europe, like, a couple separate times within written history, and we have no clue how many times before that. To cure it you have to take 14 pills and drink lots of juice. You’re gonna feel kind of crummy for a while. It’s vitally important you take all 14 pills.

sapphoandvanzetti

the thing that blows my mind is blood transfusions. for literally all of human history up until about 100 years ago if you lost enough blood that was it, you were dead, and then people just figured out how to take blood from other people and successfully give it to you and now you can come in to the hospital with a blood pressure of ohfuck/nope, the same color as the linens and they just pop a tube in your arm and casually give you some stuff that another person donated on their lunch break, and you live long enough for the doctors to find and treat your gastric bleed. Insanely cool.

findingfeather

Honestly even more, just . . . IV fluids.

The fact that we can put fluids into people via IV saves more lives than I can actually communicate. There are so, so many more ways to die when we can't do that. You can go from literally at death's door from an illness you have no other cure for, to Basically Fine, You'll Feel Icky A Bit Longer But You're Otherwise Fine and Your Own Immune System Will Work Now, from sterile saline into a vein.

Or even fucking subcutaneous, under your skin. It still gets into your system faster and bypasses any fuckery going on in your gi-tract.

But you want the other end?

I recently got the answer to a crapload of symptoms of mine and it turned out to be Crohn's. Ileal crohn's.

For most of human history there was literally nothing to do about this but hope and pray that your immune system didn't decide to rip ulcers and lesions in your digestive tract to the point where you bled out, or the point where parts of it died and killed you with sepsis, or enough to build up stricture bands of scar tissue sufficiently to cause impactions or any other really gnarly and unpleasant ways you can die because for some reason your body decides the walls of your digestive tract are the enemy and need to be dismantled cell by cell. (Including a fuckload of cancers caused by the constant damage to the cell wall.)

Even as recently as when most of the younger people reading this were small children, mostly all you could do about it was take corticosteroids when you were in a flare. And that was better than Nothing. But at the same time, corticosteroids have a potential laundry list of side effects and you want to take them as little as possible and for as brief a period as possible. And there wasn't a lot else.

I am on a medication with the proprietary name "Skyrizi" and the generic name risankizumab. It's made from taking antibodies from a non-human source and then modifying their protein sequences to be more similar to human antibodies, after which they modify them further in order to make it so that the literal only thing they do is go into my body and bind to something called "tumour necrosis factor" so that this will stop flagging my own goddamn digestive system walls for destruction by the rest of the immune system.

Please feel free to read that paragraph over again.

Modern medicine isn't perfect; there are many things we're just as helpless against as we were in the Days of Eld, and there are many ways its practitioners fail us. But also we can make a thing that goes into my body and says "hey stop self destructing you MORON!" and I have a much better chance than at any other time of not dying young of bowel cancer or bowl impaction! This is fucking insane.

necarion

IV fluids are crazy in simpler ways too. One of the major killers of pregnant women was dehydration due to morning sickness (top two being that and just "death in childbirth"). But that just doesn't happen anymore, because we can give IV fluids (along with anti nausea drugs). Same mechanism is how food poisoning and cholera usually kills, so simple IV fluids mean that we can let the person get over the disease (which takes a day or two) and not die in the process.

starfieldcanvas

I tear up every time I read the shockingly poetic description of the first time someone managed to successfully (albeit temporarily) reverse lethal dehydration via the administration of IV fluids. The account comes from Dr. Thomas Latta during an 1832 cholera outbreak in Britain:

As soon as I learnt the result of Dr. O’Shaughnessy’s analysis, I attempted to restore the blood to its natural state, by injecting copiously into the larger intestine warm water, holding in solution the requisite salts, and also administered quantities from time to time by the mouth, treating that the power of absorption might not be altogether lost, but by these means produced, in no case, any permanent benefit, but, on the contrary, I though the tormina, vomiting and purging were much aggravated thereby, to the further reduction of the little remaining strength of the patient;

The reference to Dr. O'Shaughnessy is regarding O'Shaughnessy's then-recent experimental confirmation that what cholera patients were dying from was specifically the depletion of water, salt, and bicarbonate.

People had been attempting to introduce depleted salts and fluids into dehydrated patients for a while at this point, but cholera prevents you from absorbing these things intestinally the way you normally would; trying to skip the stomach and go straight to the intestines just irritated the system, triggered more vomiting/shitting, and accelerated the losses.

So Dr. Latta got creative:

Finding thus, that such [intestinal injection], in common with all the ordinary means in use, was either useless or hurtful, I at length resorted to throw the fluid immediately into the circulation…..

Forget the intestines! He's gonna go straight to the veins!

The first subject of experiment was an aged female, on whom all the usual remedies had been fully tried, without producing one good symptom; the disease, uninterrupted, holding steadily on its course, had apparently reached the last moments of her earthly existence, and now nothing could injure her—indeed, so entirely was she reduced, that I feared I would be unable to get my apparatus ready ere she expired.

Having inserted a tube in the basilic vein, cautiously—anxiously, I watched the effects; ounce after ounce was injected, but no visible change was produced. Still persevering, I thought she began to breathe less laboriously, soon her sharpened features, and sunken eye, and fallen jaw, pale and cold, bearing the manifest impress of death’s signet, began to glow with returning animation; the pulse, which had long ceased, returned to the wrist; at first small and weak, by degrees it became more and more distinct, fuller, slower and firmer, and in the short space of half an hour, when six pints had been injected, she expressed in a firm voice that she was free from all uneasiness, actually became jocular and fancied all she needed was a little sleep; her extremities were warm, and every feature bore the aspect of comfort and health.

Sadly he didn't immediately realize that he had to keep monitoring the patient to periodically inject more saline until she was fully out of danger, so his patient died just under 6 hours after her miraculous recovery. It would be many decades of further trial and error before IV injections really became the miracle cure they are today. But what an amazingly vivid description of that nigh-magical first success!

Here's where my information is from, if you want to know more:

The “bench to bedside” (BTB) paradigm of translational medicine (TM) assumes that medical progress emanates from basic science discoveries t

potatosaresweet

people always talk about how disconnected xie lian is from his body after the temple but i havent seen anyone talk about how disconnectrd he is from his own narration in book 4. after he leaves the temple there is no internal monologue or any tangable thoughts until he gets home and realises he cant tell anyone and cant even pretend things are fine. it becomes even more obvious after his parents die-the complete lack of an internal monologue or thought process, he's just drifting. an adition from the revised novel i loved is when he sees wuming's flower and he feels something inside him stirr up and IMMEDIATELY drowns it, refusing to even acknowledgeit. it becomes obvious how he's refusing to process things because he would have to think of what he is currently doing, what his plans are and what led him to that point-he'd have to think about what was done to him in the temple and he refuses to do that. and that lack of internal narration does exactly that.

inknose

I love this post - I was so caught up in experiencing how well xie lian's state of mind comes across during my first read of the novel that I didn't pause to take note of *how* the writing achieved that. This post was haunting me so I had to go pull the book off the shelf and do some quick and sloppy GRAPH MAKING. I only looked at six pages from the chapters bracketing ch. 100 (99: "Warm Words of a Cold Ghost Beguile the Lost Child" and 101: "With Neither Grief Nor Joy, White Cloth Brings Calamity to this World.") I would like to do more but even this much is pretty cool to see at a glance:

Chapter 99:

Chapter 101:

with neither grief nor joy indeed... :'''''''')

mild-pepper-spray

One of the things that stood out most to me about tgcf was the absolute masterwork of psychological horror that is book 4. obviously there are so many triumphs in the novel, all of them worthy of appreciation, but I truly was not prepared for how deep and gradual and insidious Xie Lian’s loss of self would be— this is due in HUGE part to techniques like the ones listed above, and only speaks further to MXTX’s skill in distilling 800 years of development into 1 story

Anyway . What if I cried forever

lanwangjihouse

sunderwight

I love thinking about how a Shen Yuan reveal would go from Luo Binghe's perspective, maybe even especially in cases where Binghe doesn't actually get to see Shen Yuan's world or understand it very well.

Imagine finding out that your husband is some kind of interdimensional alien spirit/angel who saw your fate and got so upset about it that he died. Then he came to your world, even though he didn't know that was possible, but since it was he immediately set about making your life less shitty and trying to change your fate. Except he couldn't change all of your fate because some kind of godlike being, the same one that brought him here, didn't want to let him. He's haunted by the fact that he couldn't figure out better ways to help you. He never expected any of his regard to be reciprocated, either, in fact he assumed you'd hate him. You never had to convince him to love you or respect you. He has always loved and respected you. There's basically nothing you can do to lose that love and respect either, because the first version of you that he even knew about was your edgelord comphet idiot mirror universe counterpart.

The bar has been at the earth's crust this entire time.

The fluffy parts of this reveal are obviously good, but I also think Luo Binghe deserves to know just how fully terrible his husband's judgment is. Also that Shizun has been dying for him since before they even met.

I think it'd be fun how often that would probably keep him awake at night, quietly trying not to have a crisis over the fact that his husband has made an honest to god habit of dying for him.

#svsss #bingqiu #this is so sweet im crying

waitineedaname

imagine you are a fourteen year old kissass and the teacher you are sucking up to tells you to bully the shit out of the new kid, and you say sir yes sir. fast forward a couple years and suddenly your teacher decides he thinks that loser new kid is the actually the shit and he starts spoiling the hell out of him. now you and your least favorite classmate are locked in a fierce battle to see Who Can Be The Biggest Teacher's Pet and for some fucking reason the little dickhead is winning. he won't shut up about how the teacher who told you to kick his ass a few years ago is definitely going to marry him as soon as he's legal. unfortunately(?) before this happens, he dies(?) and now your teacher is depressed and you have bigger problems than worrying about losing the Favorite Student competition even though your competitor is dead. except he's not dead and now he's back and stupidly hot and also he has lost his fucking mind because your teacher killed himself in his arms, and now you have to run a mountain because your teacher is dead. except he's not dead either and now your former favorite punching bag is threatening to blow this whole place up because he wants to be loved, and you're wondering if maybe that bullying in your adolescence had longterm psychological effects. fast forward again and you are still in charge of a mountain about half the time because your teacher is too busy fucking the kid he told you to bully 15+ years ago

I don't really have a punchline to this, ming fan's life is so fucking weird

#svsss

depsidase

huaepiphany-deactivated20250324

The 33 heavenly officials

agendratum

The Untamed as text posts (100/?)

#the untamed #nie huaisang

sandushengshou

the untamed + text posts

#the untamed

xiaozhanhub

Wei Wuxian | The Untamed

#wei wuxian #the untamed #too handsome

sandushengshou

the untamed + text posts

#the untamed

coquelicoq

i love when jin ling gets up even though he's clearly still unconscious and wangxian don't do anything because they're like wait let's see where he's going with this. and he starts climbing back inside the wall. classic teen behavior.

#the untamed

edgebug

contrary to popular belief i think calvin's adhd is, funnily enough, medicated. he takes extended release ritalin every morning alongside his chocolate frosted sugar bombs. this is because he appreciates being more easily able to focus on his various Schemes, Projects, and Machinations while more effectively ignoring schoolwork

edgebug

calvin's dad pulling up to the house and seeing the whole driveway covered in a (completed) snowman recreation of the entire terracotta army and he takes a deep breath and greets calvin's mom with "i see calvin remembered his methylphenidate today"

naamahdarling

If they're trusting an ADHD 6-year-old to remember his own meds, they deserve whatever hell they have created. If he remembers to take his own meds, he deserves an award.