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someone knowledgeable in linguistics explain to me when and how to use 'ye' instead of 'you' re: scottish dialect because it's not every single instance of 'you' and i simply cannot figure out the rules of it

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sundayswiththeilluminati

Sir Terry Pratchett awakens. A skeleton stands at his bedside, wearing a long black robe. He sits up. “Well, hang on, let me get my hat,” he tells it.

The skeleton reaches into its robe. From abyssal depths it produces a heavy book bound in sheets of lead and night. It is the kind of book that gets stolen by a rugged adventurer from a temple with more spike-traps than the average house of worship contains. It is the kind of book to which the word “tome” might properly be applied. Frost forms on its pages from the lingering chill of the void.

The skeleton coughs once and holds the book out to the man sitting on the bed.

WOULD YOU SIGN THIS? it asks. BIG FAN.

wyldstallyn

love him

wyldstallyn

w0lfkller

in my mind i am dressing you with light;

reneefournierxo

soundsofmyuniverse

Our Flag Means Death 1x04 “Discomfort in a Married State”

hiveswap

His slutty looks and abandonment issues have captivated me

mxmollusca

mylittleredgirl

my dad–also a writer–came to visit, and i mentioned that the best thing to come out of the layoff is that i’m writing again. he asked what i was writing about, and i said what i always do: “oh, just fanfic,” which is code for “let’s not look at this too deeply because i’m basically just making action figures kiss in text form” and “this awkward follow-up question is exactly why i don’t call myself a writer in public.”

he said, “you have to stop doing that.”

“i know, i know,” because it’s even more embarrassing to be embarrassed about writing fanfic, considering how many posts i’ve reblogged in its defense.

but i misunderstood his original question: “fanfic is just the genre. i asked what you’re writing about.”

i did the conversational equivalent of a spinning wheel cursor for at least a minute. i started peeling back the setting and the characters, the fic challenge and the specific episode the story jumps off from, and it was one of those slow-dawning light bulb moments. “i’m writing about loneliness, and who we are in the absence of purpose.”

as, i imagine, are a lot of people right now, who probably also don’t realize they’re writing an existential diary in the guise of getting television characters to fuck.

“that’s what you’re writing. the rest is just how you get there, and how you get it out into the world. was richard iii really about richard the third? would shakespeare have gotten as many people to see it if it wasn’t a story they knew?”

so, my friends: what are you writing about?

kyraneko

this post kicked me like the football (admiring)

pokimoko

saltpepperbeard

Shots of Ed that have me giggling blushing twirling my hair kicking my legs

the-toaster-cat

dogposts

My dogs thought I was still in the front yard (via)

mishasminions

incarnateirony

There’s a certain amount of big bi energy you generally don’t expect to get hit with looking at Supernatural, and I think this may be past that level.