#filipendulous

[flurrys-creativity]

Filipendulous

Filipendulous (adj.) - hanging by a thread

Pairing: Park Jinyoung (GOT7) x GN!Reader; Genre: Roommates to lovers, angst, romance, hurt and comfort?, a bit of fluff; Rating: sfw, pg-15; Warnings: mentions of an argument, mentions of jealousy, mentions of drinking alcohol (not really responsible), mentions of an accident, mentions of results from said accident, short hospital setting, one kiss; Wordcount: 1.967

Summary: After a fight with your roommate you ran out of the apartment. Blinded by rage you get caught in an accident, leaving Jinyoung worried sick back at home.

The door slammed shut behind you, leaving Jinyoung in your shared apartment. He closed his eyes upon hearing the harsh and sudden sound, his jaw clenching in the process.

Jinyoung felt his fists shaking beside his body. The anger still reverberated through his whole body. This wasn’t the first fight he had with you and it wasn’t unusual for one of you to just leave the apartment and come back with fried chicken and beer later the same day.

This time though, Jinyoung had a sinking feeling within his stomach. Something didn’t sit right with him. It might be the green monster of jealousy still rearing its head causing that feeling but Jinyoung tried telling himself he was above that.

He wasn’t.

The whole reason the fight started in the first place. You had casually mentioned you planned to go out for a couple of drinks with one of your classmates from college - Lim Jaebeom. 

Jinyoung just couldn’t hold his tongue and had to comment on your plans snarkily. Which in turns pushed you into the defence. One thing led to another and the two of you argued back and forth, throwing insults and stupid, petty arguments at each other's heads. 

Until Jinyoung shouted: “Are you that desperate to get laid, you lower your standards this much?”

The last thing Jinyoung heard from you, had been a shocked gasp, followed by a scoff and your retortion: “Are you that jealous you even limbo under my low standards?”

Jinyoung exhaled deeply. As much as he hated to admit it, you were right. He wanted to be the one to go out with you, take you on dates even. Over the years of living together he fell for you and he became quite protective and sometimes even possessive over you. Though he never found the bravery to ask you out for real. 

Once you returned he would apologise to you immediately. Jinyoung nodded several times as if he tried to reassure himself with that decision. He opened his eyes again, finally turning around and staring at the closed apartment door.

It would be a few more hours before you would actually return. For a split second he even considered running after you as the continuous nagging feeling inside of him, begged him to go. Yet he rationalised the situation and decided to stay at the apartment, figuring he wouldn’t catch you now anyway. Instead he went to the couch and sat down, turning on the tv to distract him as he waited.

Jinyoung scooted around on the couch, becoming more and more restless as you still didn’t show up again. Hours had already passed but no sign from you. His gaze wandered to the display of his smartphone, which he tapped again to check the time.

Not able to stay still anymore, Jinyoung stood up and paced around the living room, holding his phone in one hand and tapping the screen the second it turned black again.

There were no messages, no missed calls, nothing. Where the hell were you?

Jinyoung’s thumb hovered over your icon, ready to call you any second but something inside him made him hesitate. Was it his own pride, his uncertainty, the thought you just wanted to make him suffer a little longer?

At least that’s what he would have done. And Jinyoung knew you were just as petty as him at times. With a deep sigh Jinyoung placed the phone on the small coffee table again, wandering over to the cupboard with your liquor stash. He grabbed a shot glass and one of the strong liquors, moving back to the couch.

Instead of sitting on the couch though, Jinyoung sat on the ground in front of it. He leant against it with his back, one leg propped up where his arm rested on.

Soon enough one shot turned into three, four, five. By now Jinyoung had to concentrate quite a bit to pour himself another shot as he hadn’t eaten anything prior and the alcohol hit even harder than usual.

With the veil of drunkenness clouding his mind, he grabbed his phone holding it way too close to his face as he typed a message painstakingly slow.

“It3 getting late… where ar yo?”

He gulped another shot, staring at his phone screen in hopes to see the tell tale sign of you answering but nothing happened. 

“If youre stayin out at least say soo…”

A deep frown appeared on his face as he continued staring at the messages. He only saw one check mark on them, meaning the messages didn’t even go through to your phone. Jinyoung - not able to think of anything better - poured himself another shot, downing it followed by a loud hiss.

The nagging feeling became louder and louder and Jinyoung couldn’t ignore it anymore. Tears welled up in his eyes as he felt absolutely miserable. He blinked several times and looked around the room, trying to keep the tears at bay. 

He felt as if he hung by a single thread, unsure whether continuing to hang or letting go was the better option. Jinyoung only knew whatever decision he’d make would impact his life.

“Fuck it”, he murmured and pushed himself up,  staggering a few steps until he regained his balance again. Jinyoung grabbed his phone and stumbled towards his shoes and jacket. His head spun heavily, making it extremely hard to put his shoes on.

After what felt like ages he wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, ready to open the front door when his phone suddenly rang.

Jinyoung stared down at his hand, which still held the phone. He blinked once, twice, three more times until he was able to read the caller ID. “Y/N!” He almost shouted into the phone. “Where are you? I’ll come and get you! I was just about…” 

Jinyoung stopped talking when he heard an unfamiliar voice interrupt him. “Are you familiar with someone named Y/N L/N?”

“Yeah.” Jinyoung didn’t dare to breathe, holding the air in his lungs as he attentively listened to the person on the other side of the call.

“Y/N was brought to us after a heavy accident. We did as much as we could-”

“Where? Which hospital? I’m on my way!” Jinyoung yelled into the receiver, the nagging feeling from before turning into dread that weighed heavy on him. “I’ll be there in a bit”, he said again after he got the location, hanging up the phone call. 

Even though he said that, Jinyoung couldn’t move. One of his hands still held the doorknob, clutching it tightly so his knuckles turned white. A few tears rolled down his cheeks and he closed his eyes. Jinyoung inhaled shakily, twisting his face in pain.

There was no time to dwell in regret now. Jinyoung shook his head vigorously and turned the doorknob, rushing out of the door a second later. He half jumped and half ran the stairs down to the ground floor, pushing through the front door and colliding with a few passerby. Jinyoung turned around his own axis, the cold air hitting his face and sobering him up a little. He looked around to orientate himself, right before he sprinted down the streets. He ignored all the collisions and bumps and angry yelling behind him, only wanting to get to you as fast as possible.

Jinyoung panted heavily but felt somewhat sober again when he reached the hospital and walked through the doors, looking around frantically. Once a nurse pointed him into the right direction, he started running again. 

He took two steps at a time, half pulling himself upwards on the railing. Jinyoung cursed under his breath, thinking he took way too long.

“I’m here”, Jinyoung blurted out as he opened the door to your room, scanning the surroundings and seeing nobody but you.

Someone cleared their throat behind him, making Jinyoung turn around on his heels. “As I tried to explain on the phone”, the doctor in front of Jinyoung spoke quietly, “we did everything we could but several bones are fractured and we assume a severe concussion as well. We’d like to keep them at the hospital for a few more days just to make sure we didn’t miss anything.”

“So that means?” 

“They’ll be able to do everything as usual in a few weeks again and will be fully healed in a few months. For now we gave Y/N a high dosage of pain meds, which explains them sleeping. I actually wanted to lower the dosage anyway, resulting in them waking up. I’ll make an exception for you to stay here.”

Jinyoung nodded along to the explanation of the doctor, turning around to you when the doctor mentioned he could stay. He didn’t even wait for the doctor to say anything else before he walked over to you, pulling a chair next to your bed.

You were covered in bandages and bruises. You looked so frail like this and Jinyoung’s heart twisted in pain. With trembling fingers he placed his hands on your hand, leaning down to kiss the back of it. 

Jinyoung had no idea how much time passed and he even had the inkling he fell asleep for a while, but when you groaned in pain he felt wide awake. He stared at your face with wide eyes, gently squeezing your hand with his. “Y/N?”

You opened your eyes, blinking rapidly to get a clear vision. Your eyes roamed around the unfamiliar room until they landed on Jinyoung’s form. You noticed the tears welling up in his eyes and how his lower lips trembled as he smiled at you. “Where am I?” You rasped, wincing in pain.

“Hospital”, Jinyoung answered softly and stood up, grabbing a glass of water and helping you to drink it. “You got caught in an accident ten minutes after you stormed out of our apartment.”

Your face twisted in displeasure while the memories flooded your brain. “Ugh.” You closed your eyes as a sob ripped through your body. “Can you hold me?” You barely managed to ask Jinyoung before you started crying, overwhelmed with all the emotions crashing back into you.

Jinyoung didn’t even hesitate and carefully climbed onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around your form. He rubbed over your back and mumbled sweet nothings in hopes of calming you down again.

Despite the pain you turned on your side and hid your face in Jinyoung’s chest, clinging with your fingers on his shirt while you continued to cry.

“I thought I would die and never see you again”, you whispered after a while, having calmed down enough to speak again. “I was so scared I’d never see you again.”

Jinyoung kissed the top of your head, gently squeezing you against his chest. He didn’t know how to respond, yet he wanted to comfort you at all costs. “It’s my fault”, he murmured, “if my jealous ass could have just stayed quiet.” He laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “I was so angry and idiotic but when you didn’t come back… I never want to experience that again.”

“Me neither.”

Both of you stayed silent for a while, simply basking in the presence of each other.

Jinyoung felt your beating heart against his chest, felt your slow evening breaths on his skin. He smelt your shampoo, combined with the sterile hospital scent and remnants of gasoline from the crash. He looked down at your form, smiling softly when you tilted your head back and met his eyes. “I love you.”

Neither of you reacted surprised by the confession, nor did you freak out by it. Instead you stretched your neck - once again ignoring the pain - and gently kissed him on the lips. “I love you too.”

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[englishmoribund]

The Precarious Word: Understanding the Meaning and Use of “Filipendulous”

The word “filipendulous” is a relatively obscure word with a unique and interesting history. It comes from the Latin “filum” meaning “thread” and “pendere” meaning “to hang,” thus literally meaning “hanging by a thread.” In other words, it is used to describe something that is precariously suspended or in danger of falling.

One of the most common uses of the word is in a figurative sense, to describe a situation or relationship that is unstable or uncertain. For example, one might say that a political alliance is “filipendulous” if it is hanging by a thread and in danger of falling apart. The word is also often used in the sense of something that is in danger of collapse, like a bridge that is “filipendulous”, meaning it’s hanging by a thin thread of holding on, it could collapse at any time.

The word can also be used literally, as in describing a physical object that is literally hanging by a thread or wire. For instance, a trapeze artist performing a trick could be said to be “filipendulous” if they are hanging by a single rope or cable.

Humorously speaking, one could use the word “filipendulous” to describe a situation that is unlikely or absurd. For example, a humorous sentence could be something like this : “Draluc the rhinosaurus was feeling quite filipendulous about his new balancing act, where he hangs by a single thread from the top of the jungle gym, while eating his favorite leaves”

All in all, “filipendulous” is an interesting and versatile word that can be used in a variety of contexts to describe something that is precariously suspended or in danger of collapse. It’s etymology, which comes from latin roots, adds an extra layer of meaning and color to the word, that make it stand out from other synonyms.

[constant-brain-fog]

It’s here! The first part of the comic I did for one of my art classes! I can honestly say that I am proud of this one, and that for how much time I put into it, it was absolutely worth it! Now all that’s left is to see of the teacher appreciates it as well :’))))

A big shoutout to my friends who encouraged me a gave me advice all throughout the process, you have NO IDEA how much it helped 🤟✨

This is only the first part, here’s the second one:

Part 2

[constant-brain-fog]

It’s here! The second part of the comic I did for one of my art classes! I can honestly say that I am proud of this one, and that for how much time I put into it, it was absolutely worth it! Now all that’s left is to see of the teacher appreciates it as well :’))))

A big shoutout to my friends who encouraged me a gave me advice all throughout the process, you have NO IDEA how much it helped 🤟✨

This is only the second part, here’s the first one:

Part 1

[maicrazyhead]

Filipendulous. • #filipendulous #miraclegarden #miraclegardendubai #miracle #garden #dubai #sunflower https://www.instagram.com/p/CL2blaEpgHt3N2BYH2iEN33cmZe-nD1qwhjMjQ0/?igshid=1hjr1jwqsyvs5

[pethauysgrifennu-blog]

Filipendulous

Hanging by a thread

[niaiseux]

filipendulous

adjective: hanging by a thread

etymology: From Latin filum (thread) + pendere (to hang). Ultimately from the Indo-European root (s)pen- (to draw, to spin), which is also the source of pendulum, spider, pound, pansy, pendant, ponder, appendix, penthouse, depend, and spontaneous. Earliest documented use: 1864.

[thenthelettinggo]

Yes, there's a word for that.

Well! Yesterday's post certainly has set the bar high. Today I'm going to be a bit more straightforward and discuss a special breed of word I love: the "I'm-so-excited-there's-a-word-for-that!" word. This type of word makes me giddy with excitement.

Let's investigate some examples. First: "filipendulous." It actually means "hanging by a single thread." How thrilled was I when I stumbled across this gem? Monumentally thrilled. For example, whereas the ornaments on my Christmas tree used to be simply hanging, they are now filipendulous. "Oh?" an interlocutor might ask. "Are they?" "Yes, quite festively so," I would reply gaily.

Apropos of nothing, sometimes it's good to plan out hypothetical conversations like this so you can avoid what the French call "esprit de l'escalier," or the inability to think of a proper retort until it's too late. Literally, this means "the spirit/wit of the staircase," which makes minimal sense unless you, like the French philosopher who coined the term, also lived in the 1700s and attended debates solely on the second floors of homes. Despite the evolution of architecture, the gist of the phrase stuck, and it remains so useful that we have since adopted its use in English.

You see, it is not always pretentious if you opt for a more obscure term. Sometimes it is actually economical, because there is literally no other term as thorough and precise as the one you have chosen to use. Poets live for this, because often we need to fit a lot of meaning in either a very small space or some type of specific meter or form. Actually, I have just realized that my new aspiration in life is to use "esprit de l'escalier" successfully as one of the line endings of a villanelle, or maybe a pantoum, depending on both my level of ambition and the rest of the world's ability to tolerate my delirium.

Our third example finds itself in the elegant "postprandial." We can again thank Latin for this beauty. Have you ever wanted to say "after-dinner" without actually saying it? (Read: Do you habitually annoy others with your Oxfordian vocabulary?) Now you can do both of those things! Hooray! Postprandial beverages and postprandial walks (ambulations?) are the kind of stately yet tongue-in-cheek activities a wordsmith of Shakespeare's caliber would enjoy describing.

Ah, this next word makes me smile. It is the eloquent "quaquaversal," meaning "sloping downward from the center in all directions." It is relevant in geology and little else, but this does not mean it should be overlooked. In fact, because it is mainly used to describe land formations, I choose to accept the challenge of applying it in more poetic situations. Perhaps "The streamers fluttered quaquaversally from the maypole," or "The fireworks illuminated the sky in quaquaversal brilliance." I realize that sentences like this need to be few and far between, since not everyone is like you and me, in that they may need time to recover from such concentrated doses of phrasal artfulness.

Finally, I will leave you with two words that, when used together, perfectly describe me: "sesquipedalian" and "cruciverbalist." The first means "given to using long words"; the second, "lover of crossword puzzles." And with that, I take the reins, and I take my leave, and I certainly try not to take myself too seriously.