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@mythdirections-and-deception
May we all know decadence such as this
"godless beast" and it's literally Dionysus in animal form.
“godless beast” and it’s
literally Dionysus
in animal form.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
The godly beast enjoyed its wonderful meal
I never really thought about it before, but why does Mr. Darcy still keep a picture of Mr. Wickham in his house?
Does he want to avoid stirring up gossip by removing it? Or is it simply that he and Georgiana haven't spent enough time at Pemberly since The Incident to think about taking it down?
Zany headcanons:
Darcy literally forgot it's there (he hasn't taken Mrs. Reynold's tour, so no one's reminded him of the miniatures).
It's part of a set, and he's too OCD to not keep them together.
Asking someone to remove might lead to speculation and eventually the Ramsgate Affair becoming known, so it's better to just play it cool and leave the picture where it is.
It's actually being kept so that all new servants can learn what Wickham looks like and report sightings immediately.
Saving for target practice.
Needed as a reference image for future satirical images (maybe a nice Hogarth-like series of engraving depicting The Rake's Progress and eventual downfall).
Focus for a spell of retribution.
It actually belongs to George Wickham; Darcy's too scrupulous to dispose of it, but also petty enough not to take the trouble of returning it.
Cover for the mechanism that unlocks the secret passage. No one would expect Darcy to hid something so important behind a picture of his nemesis.
This is absolutely brilliant writing. This is the kind of discussion I made an account for.
Well, the housekeeper says that the room with the miniatures was Darcy’s father’s favorite room and that the pictures have been kept exactly as they were when he was alive, so I think we’re meant to infer that it’s out of reluctance to change anything in what he still thinks of as his dad’s room.
there's this weird thing people fall into online a lot, where people assume that if the [perceived-to-be-inferior] version of [activity] is discouraged then people will, naturally, do [perceived-to-be-superior] version of [activity] instead. When really it's just as (or more) likely that if [perceived-to-be-inferior] version of [activity] is discouraged people just won't do it at all.
audiobook listeners are not necessarily people who would otherwise do a lot of traditional reading if audiobooks did not exist, many are people who simply would experience zero books. Booktok romance readers would not necessarily be reading the classics if booktok did not exist, many of them would simply not read. Fanfiction writers would not necessarily be novelists if fanfic wasn't an option, many would just be people who didn't write. You know?
As someone who dabbles in philosophy of language, the part that kills me about the emojis are heiroglyphs discussion is that heiroglyphs are language and emojis aren't. Because heiroglyphs were/are used for language and emojis aren't. People seem to be coming in with the assumption that heiroglyphs have meaning because they're images that depict things. And, not to impute things to people, but it pairs really well with the assumption that heiroglyphs are somehow "inferior" or unsophisticated compared to the alphabetic orthographic system we have now.
But that's not how any of this works. Heiroglyphs have meaning because people used them for language, the fact that they sometimes are images is accidental. Imagine, for instance, a picture of bread with vertically-facing wavy lines above it. That could mean anything. It could mean "hot bread" or "rotten bread" or maybe it has nothing to do with bread. Maybe I've established with friends that when I text that picture of bread to them, I'm saying that eating fresh bread. Maybe I've established with other friends that when I text that picture of bread to them, I'm saying that I have a stomach bug. Then the meaning of that picture of bread is "I have a stomach bug". Signs have no meaning apart from their use. A picture of bread doesn't mean anything unless it's being used to mean something.
Heiroglyphs have meaning in the same exact way that modern alphabetic orthographic written scripts do - people used them to mean things in the same way we use written words to mean things now. Emojis aren't used by people to communicate certain propositions, ergo they're not language, ergo they're not heiroglyphs. There's no organized system of meaning people follow to impute meaning to strings of emojis. Because people aren't using them that way. As soon as people start using emojis as language, then they'll be heiroglyphs. As soon as people start using strings of solely emojis to communicate propositions, then they'll be heiroglyphs. But not until then. No string of emojis, no matter how long, will have meaning - until people are using them to communicate.
"👁️⌛🌡️🛀🏼🌛" could mean fucking anything, much in the same way the string of words "I ate lunch last week" could mean fucking anything. The reason the latter has meaning is because it's embedded within a system of human activity wherein it communicates the proposition [I ate lunch last week], but given a different system of human activity it could just as well communicate the proposition [the weather's nice today]. Until emojis are incorporated into a system of human activity to communicate propositions, no string of emojis will mean anything ever.
Let's make it very simple! (and I do mean simple, we're not going for 'well technically' here)
Hieroglyphs are a script and that script is used to write three different stages of the Egyptian language: Old, Middle, and Late Egyptian.
Hieroglyphs are referred to as 'logoconsonantal' which are 'logograms with consonant sounds attached to them' or 'pictures that reference spoken sounds'.
This is very similar to how we understand the Latin alphabet in so much as the letters have sounds attached to them and putting those letters with sounds together forms words.
The Egyptians formed words in their language using the Hieroglyphic script by putting together signs with the sounds needed to form the word. The word 'cat' in Egyptian is 'mjw' (pronounced onomatopoeically as mew) and is formed of 4 signs: 𓅓𓇋𓅱𓃠
The owl sign sounds as 'm', the reed leaf sounds as 'j', the quail chick sounds as 'w', and the cat is there as a determinative or 'marker' to make sure you're not reading it as any other word that is spelled 'mjw' (like 'metal instrument' (has an instrument determinative) or 'grief' (has a wailing woman determinative)).
Just as A, B, and C have set sounds, Hieroglyphs have set sounds, and that's how they spell words. It's really that simple. It's exactly how we do it, just with pictures representing sounds rather than letters.
Emojis cannot do any of this.
Would💁 this↔️ use✍️ of emoji🔣 be similar to💱 the function🛠️ of determinative markers🔣?
(Would hieroglyphs only mark words that have homonyms?)
...are the IP symbols™️®️©️ equivalent to determinative markers because they're used to prevent the reader from confusing a legally-protected Proper Noun with the same words used in a generic sense?
No. They wouldn’t be. This is because emoji have no set meaning. Sure, they depict certain things but their meaning can change depending on the person using them and the culture they come from. For instance, you have used several emoji here for which I either do not understand the connection to the word or could interpret entirely different, which defeats the purpose of a determinative.
A determinative functions as a categorisation tool. It is there to tell the reader, most of whom couldn’t read, what type of word they were dealing with. Every word in Egypt bar things like particles, articles, and prepositions etc have determinatives. They do not just mark homonyms. Birds get marked with birds determinatives (sometimes the actual bird if there’s a hieroglyph for it) but a bat🦇 also falls into the bird category for determinatives because it is a flying creature. Crocodile 🐊 uses a determinative of a crocodile but so does the word aggressive 🐊 and so does the word king 🐊 because aggressive is borrowing from the crocodile’s nature and a crocodile is one of the symbols of kingship in Ancient Egypt.
IP symbols are closer but that still feels like trying to cram a concept in where it shouldn’t be. Determinatives show the category and meaning of a word and while IP symbols show that the word has been claimed by a corporation, it is usually obvious from surrounding context what word is being used.
Emojis don’t just belong to one language like the determinative does in Old/Middle/Late Egyptian. They serve almost every language on this planet and have cross cultural differences. Saying “okay👌” in the anglosphere is fine but using that in Brazil or some parts of the Middle East will get you in trouble because 👌 is considered extremely rude.
Determinatives are more like seeing “toilet 🚻 🚾” in so much as they are present to categorise the word for those who can read the word ‘toilet’ (signs are just extra info confirming it) or those who cannot understand/read ‘toilet’ and therefore 🚻 🚾 are telling them what the word cannot.
watching youtube in the 18th century: goddddddd could you skip through the 20 minutes of thanks for your ~most gracious patron her grace the duchess of D--shire, a new maecenas & the loveliest of ladies~ and get to your handel tier listing
@falloutnewnobody
#yall in the 18th century are spoiled as fuck 15th century youtube SUCKS#yeah dedication to the patron of the work and the local nobility is one thing but imagine that PLUS a ten miniute prayer for the virgin#mother's intercession AND the fucking guild ads that play for half the fucking runtime#and dont even get me started on these “Raid” and “Clash of Clans” ads like I KNOW THE CLANS ARE RAIDING AND CLASHING dont remind me#like fucking hell im just switching back to the book of hours at this point
listening and learning, sorry </3
Dude. DUDE. HUMPTY DUMPTY JUST FELL. YOU NEED TO SEE THIS ALL THE KINGS MEN ARE THERE TRYING TO GET HIM BACK TOGETHER. THIS IS SO FUCKED DUDE. IM SO SCARED. HE'S DEAD
🖐️ stand aside. only the court necromancer can save him now. we must pray his body isn’t too broken…
WTF are the horses doing
i don't fucking know i tried my best but i think we made it worse with our big hooves
WHY WERE YOU INVOLVED AT ALL ??
i don't knowwww *kicks in frustration and hits humpty dumpty again* fuckkkkkkk
STOP
"August". 2025.
"Summer Day, Logan Rock".
"Song of the Sea Cave".
"Summer Sunset on Porthmeor Beach in front of the Tate in St Ives".
"Porthmoina Cove".
"Honeysuckle".
"Rinsey Rockpool".
"Coastal Path".
Paintings by Hazel McNab. British. b. 1965-
Source: @huariqueje
Achilles wouldn’t have died if he was wearing OSHA approved work boots.
Don’t let workplace safety be YOUR Achilles heel.
it’s not weird to find fanfiction from 2021, or 2017, or 2014 that you’ve never read and actually taking your time to read it.
it’s not weird to love it and comment and leave kudos because the author will probably still see it someday and it will make them happy.
it’s not weird to like said author’s work so much that you want to go look for other fics from them.
it’s not weird to go through the authors profile and look for other fics from the ships you like (or maybe some that you’ll give a chance because you liked the author) and maybe bookmark them for later.
it’s not weird to read these other fics and like them too and comment on them because you actually like them and you want to let the author know.
it’s not weird to read fanfiction from 5, or 8, or 10 years ago and actually enjoy and engage with it because it’s perfectly normal to relate to something that’s less than a decade old!
let’s stop treating fanfiction like they’re instagram posts that stop being interesting in 24 hours! fanfiction is NOT social media, fanfiction is art!!! and art doesn’t get old in one day, one year, or even a decade!
read fanfiction! write fanfiction! comment on fanfiction! let’s not let fanculture die people!!!!!
Not only is it not weird, it is ACTIVELY ENCOURAGED. Authors LOVE IT when people do this!!! Its not "weird" and its not "neutral" -- its a fucking DELIGHT. Feel very absolutely free to read though an author's entire back catalogue, leaving kudos and/or comments along the way; we absolutely freaking love when someone does this. There is nothing more joyful than getting a comment notification for an old fic. It will make our day, I promise.
There needs to be a special word for the warm, gratifying feeling that you get when you watch someone kudos everything you've ever written in a specific fandom in backwards order over 3 days. and that word needs a modifier to express the inexpressible joy when they start leaving comments on every story no matter how old it is.
what my dashboard would actually look like in 1861:
i can't believe no one is talking about the war in the united states
i'm so sick of posts about the war in the united states; why is the hellsite so america-centric
IF YOU ALL DON'T STOP POSTING UNTAGGED SPOILERS FOR THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF GREAT EXPECTATIONS I SWEAR TO GOD
george eliot setting off a flurry of debate regarding which other authors are Actually Secretly Ladies
put down "idylls" and read some actual arthuriana 🙄🙄🙄
are gothic and sensation novels poisoning the minds and morals of the youth? discuss.
a call-out post by a lady's maid of her former employer, leading to the latter getting doxxed
extremely gung-ho spiritualists
swifties but make it jenny lind
coquette but make it pre-raphaelite
james steerforth x y/n fic written by someone whose URL is rosadartles
temperance movement discourse
Girls When Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of His And Mine Are The Same
"getting a lot of anthony trollope vibes from this" <- guy who's only ever read anthony trollope
hysterical unsourced posts about the horrors of white slavery with thousands of notes; debunkings of the same that have maybe a few hundred
My contempt towards a brand is directly proportional to how often they interrupt my playlists.
My late father was the one who taught me to be cynical about advertising, for all that putting up ads was literally his whole job. He taught me from a very young age that advertising is expensive, and they tack that cost onto the price. That if something is heavily advertised, you can count on the fact that there's an identical product out there, usually even manufactured in the same factory, that's cheaper because they don't spend all that money on advertising.
A German friend walked me through Lidl, turning over items to show the factories where the items were manufactured and what expensive brands they correspond to, we did taste tests on some of the more pricey food things later and they were the same product. learning about food manufacturing was a hobby for her.
European glasses and sunglasses are made in the same Italian factories that make the luxury ones, they have the same quality control and warranty. You are paying €100 for a logo.
Some things cost more because they are actually made with better quality materials and where the workers are properly compensated, others are the same product as the off brand version with the brand name markup. It takes a lifetime to learn the intricacies which is why consumer advocacy associations and legal protection by (truly) independent agencies is crucial.
Why Name Brand Products Are Beneath You: The Honor and Glory of Buying Generic
i must say, i am a huge fan of when a book is in the middle of a very exciting plot containing many interesting problems when out of nowhere for a few pages it's like, "hey by the way, real quick, here's a detailed explanation of the city's water filtration system! i'm telling you this for a reason and you should worry about it. anyway! haha okay back to the plot" and you just get to be Scared for a while
And when it's Victor Hugo (the writer of les Miserables), the reason for that is that they think sewer logistics are interesting, and that the nutrient cyclus of phosphate in his (and regrettably also still for the most part, our) current system is wasteful and makes no sense.
:)
Not really any plot relevance whatsoever :)
(though it does of course carry thematic resonance; How society treats its refuse. The low and dirty and ugly. Is actually very important for its ability to sustain itself and maybe even its legitimacy to exist)
i must say, i am a huge fan of when a book is in the middle of a very exciting plot containing many interesting problems when out of nowhere for a few pages it's like, "hey by the way, real quick, here's a detailed explanation of the city's water filtration system! i'm telling you this for a reason and you should worry about it. anyway! haha okay back to the plot" and you just get to be Scared for a while
And when it's Victor Hugo (the writer of les Miserables), the reason for that is that they think sewer logistics are interesting, and that the nutrient cyclus of phosphate in his (and regrettably also still for the most part, our) current system is wasteful and makes no sense.
:)
Every morning, the queen asked her magic mirror to show her the most beautiful person in the world.
The mirror replied "To whom?"
"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".
The mirror would show her, and she'd be amazed.
The first time, she says "To me," and the mirror dutifully shows her her reflection. And she is pleased.
The second time, she says "To the King," and she is pleased to see herself once more.
The third time, she says "To the Royal Advisor," and is once more satisfied to see herself.
The fourth time, she says "To the scribe who takes the King's letters." She is shown the man's wife. And she seethes, but quiets herself, for it is only right that a man loves his wife.
The fifth time, she says "To the Court Wizard," and is shown the man's departed mother as he remembers her from his youth, radiant and smiling and warm and larger than life.
The tenth time, she says "To the Stable Master," and is shown the fastest horse in the stable, majestic and free as the wind even in captivity
"To the baker," she is shown the man's daughter, young and adorable and full of joy and laughter.
"To the artist who did my portrait," she is shown a painting of a woman done by the man's teacher, who he still looks up to now that he is well established himself.
"To the Royal Knight," she is surprised but not displeased to see the castle's entire guard force in the middle of doing drills.
The one hundredth time she asks the mirror, and it asks her "to whom?" she once again says, "To me." And she does the same the one hundred and second, and again and again and again.
It is a different person each time, and they are all beautiful.
