Hey Steph, I always thought ‘to’ and ‘till’ meant the exact same thing because there is only one German word to translate both of them. Could you explain what the difference is and what it means for the end of the line quote please? Thanks, and I hope you’re having good day :)

brendaonao3:

stephrc79:

Look at you, nonnie, being super nice! These are the best kind of nonnie messages. 

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And sure! I can explain it to you.

So, the two lines are as follows:

or

The second one is correct, but more importantly, the reason it matters is because till the end of the line means that I’m with you until we hit the last stop, and then I’m done. We go our separate ways. I’m with until we get there. But once we’re there, I’m no longer with you.

Where as, I’m with you to the end of the line has no connotation like that. It says I’m with you all the way to the end, whereever or whenever that may be, even if it’s for the rest of eternity. I’m with you on this journey, for the entire journey, wherever that may go. In no way does it imply that once the journey is over, the relationship will end.

And that’s the big difference nonnie: Till puts the emphasis on what happens at the end of the journey, whereas to puts emphasis on the journey itself.

Hope that helps!

*points up* I’m not militant about a lot, but I will fight everyone on this, because it is and will always be TO the end of the line because their love story (however you define it) will never end, because a love like what they have for each other is eternal.

marciellaniello:

inkandcayenne:

As a professor, may I ask you what you think about fanfiction?

I think fanfiction is literature and literature, for the most part, is fanfiction, and that anyone that dismisses it simply on the grounds that it’s derivative knows fuck-all about literature and needs to get the hell off my lawn.

Most of the history of Western literature (and probably much of non-Western literature, but I can’t speak to that) is adapted or appropriated from something else.  Homer wrote historyfic and Virgil wrote Homerfic and Dante wrote Virgilfic (where he makes himself a character and writes himself hanging out with Homer and Virgil and they’re like “OMG Dante you’re so cool.“  He was the original Gary Stu).  Milton wrote Bible fanfic, and everyone and their mom spent the Middle Ages writing King Arthur fanfic.  In the sixteenth century you and another dude could translate the same Petrarchan sonnet and somehow have it count as two separate poems, and no one gave a fuck.  Shakespeare doesn’t have a single original plot–although much of it would be more rightly termed RPF–and then John Fletcher and Mary Cowden Clarke and Gloria Naylor and Jane Smiley and Stephen Sondheim wrote Shakespeare fanfic.  Guys like Pope and Dryden took old narratives and rewrote them to make fun of people they didn’t like, because the eighteenth century was basically high school.  And Spenser!  Don’t even get me started on Spenser.

Here’s what fanfic authors/fans need to remember when anyone gives them shit: the idea that originality is somehow a good thing, an innately preferable thing, is a completely modern notion.  Until about three hundred years ago, a good writer, by and large, was someone who could take a tried-and-true story and make it even more awesome.  (If you want to sound fancy, the technical term is imitatio.)  People were like, why would I wanna read something about some dude I’ve never heard of?  There’s a new Sir Gawain story out, man!  (As to when and how that changed, I tend to blame Daniel Defoe, or the Modernists, or reality television, depending on my mood.)

I also find fanfic fascinating because it takes all the barriers that keep people from professional authorship–barriers that have weakened over the centuries but are nevertheless still very real–and blows right past them. Producing literature, much less circulating it, was something that was well nigh impossible for the vast majority of people for most of human history.  First you had to live in a culture where people thought it was acceptable for you to even want to be literate in the first place.  And then you had to find someone who could teach you how to read and write (the two didn’t necessarily go together).  And you needed sufficient leisure time to learn.  And be able to afford books, or at least be friends with someone rich enough to own books who would lend them to you.  Good writers are usually well-read and professional writing is a full-time job, so you needed a lot of books, and a lot of leisure time both for reading and writing.  And then you had to be in a high enough social position that someone would take you seriously and want to read your work–to have access to circulation/publication in addition to education and leisure time.  A very tiny percentage of the population fit those parameters (in England, which is the only place I can speak of with some authority, that meant from 500-1000 A.D.: monks; 1000-1500: aristocratic men and the very occasional aristocratic woman; 1500-1800: aristocratic men, some middle-class men, a few aristocratic women; 1800-on, some middle-class women as well). 

What’s amazing is how many people who didn’t fit those parameters kept writing in spite of the constant message they got from society that no one cared about what they had to say, writing letters and diaries and stories and poems that often weren’t discovered until hundreds of years later.  Humans have an urge to express themselves, to tell stories, and fanfic lets them.  If you’ve got access to a computer and an hour or two to while away of an evening, you can create something that people will see and respond to instantly, with a built-in community of people who care about what you have to say.

I do write the occasional fic; I wish I had the time and mental energy to write more.  I’ll admit I don’t read a lot of fic these days because most of it is not–and I know how snobbish this sounds–particularly well-written.  That doesn’t mean it’s “not good”–there are a lot of reasons people read fic and not all of them have to do with wanting to read finely crafted prose.  That’s why fic is awesome–it creates a place for all kinds of storytelling.  But for me personally, now that my job entails reading about 1500 pages of undergraduate writing per year, when I have time to read for enjoyment I want it to be by someone who really knows what they’re doing.  There’s tons of high-quality fic, of course, but I no longer have the time and patience to go searching for it that I had ten years ago. 

But whether I’m reading it or not, I love that fanfiction exists.  Because without people doing what fanfiction writers do, literature wouldn’t exist.  (And then I’d be out of a job and, frankly, I don’t know how to do anything else.)

YES. ALL OF THIS

beaniebaneenie:

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maneth985:

fallen-angel-with-a-shotgun:

dajo42:

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

This post was good but then it got better

Okay, this is a slight topic diversion, but in response to the above comment. I’ve volunteered at the CT Ren Faire for years now. For the last 5 or so I’ve worked in the game section, and we have a game similar to the above comment called “Smite the Knight”. I’ve been in the ring before, it’s a ton of fun getting to run around with the kids. The main goal is entertainment. Have a good shtick, keep the crowd engaged, and let the kids have a good time.

In both work and observing, I have learned something about kids. A lot of parents try to get their boys to go fight. Of the young ones that do, they tend to be shy. You get the ones who just swing the boffer swords around with no regard for life, but, mostly, they’re reserved. It’s adorable. I mean, they’re kids.

But the girls. THE GIRLS. Holy crap. I swear, the pinker the dress, the more taffeta and glitter…the more intensity. I remember, the first year I worked there, one girl came in, grabbed the biggest sword she could, and WENT TO TOWN on our knight. Lifted it over head, let out this primal scream and mowed him down. Homeboy is 6′2″, she was FIVE. And once he was in the fetal position (He was fine. It was for show.) on the ground, she stopped, put her foot on his chest, and yelled “I AM A FIERCE PRINCESS!!”. Later in the day when she walked by a couple of us yelled “Ah! It’s the fierce princess!” and she stopped and flexed. It was the best, and I will never forget that girl.

OH MY GOD IT’S BACK YES

This has improved since last I reblogged.

always reblog the Fierce Princess

xantissa:

agoldenplum:

Steve 

No Sacrifice Required by cleo4u2, xantissa  –  Hydra thinks that sacrificing Bucky to an old god will save them. Steve an tentacled god believes in consent and does not approve of forced, he sacrifice saves Bucky. It’s heartwarming and my favorite. 

These ARE The Tentacles You’re Looking For by die_traumerei – Steve is a many-tentacled octopus-god who really just wants people to stop sacrificing to him. Having found himself adopting a brain-damaged but utterly charming human, Steve sets out to figure out what the hell to do with and for him. Featuring cuddles, building trust, lots of sex (following the trust being built)

Bleached Bones and Fallen Snow by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen) – Steve is death. Steve meets Bucky in war and falls in love. If he’d known where it would lead him, where it would lead both of them, he would have tried harder to resist.

Bucky

You Can R’Lyeh on Me written by insomnia1999 art by Quarra – A misunderstanding traps Tentacle God Bucky under the ice with Steve. This is also heartwarming and also a favorite. 

Lovecraft in Brooklyn by littleblackfox – Eldrich Bucky needs a hug. Steve gets a new roommate. -“Buck?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Did you think we were already dating?”
Bucky looks up at him. “In my defense, you had found and furnished a burrow, and once established called out for a mate.” He sniffs. 

Rise by SleepsWithCoyotes – Turns out that when Hydra had Bucky they put him with an Eldritch god who modified him. Later when going through old Hydra bases the Avengers find Charlie. A horrifying tentacle god and good friend of Bucky Barns. Who knew? Fantastically fun. 

Wow
@cleo4u2