coldwavelegends: “I’ll be dead like

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coldwavelegends:

“I’ll be dead like you”

Will someone please just realize that he’s not ok and fucking help him???Did you all see the look of genuine concern on Len? He’s the only person who sees Mick’s pain and even then Len may or may not have been a figment of his fucking imagination. I think Amaya sees that Mick is not happy, but I don’t think she can fully see how broken he really is.

@robininthelabyrinth

I am so angry now I can’t even. I was hoping that we’d get to see Len again.

latin student gothic

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thoodleoo:

you are translating cicero. you have not yet made it through a full sentence even though you have been reading for nearly two hours. every time you think you have made progress, cicero throws in another rhetorical device to extend the passage. you find yourself lost in hyperbaton. you still have not found the verb. you do not think you ever will.

you learn yet another usage of the ablative absolute and dutifully add it to the list of usages you already know. you have started to forget what the other cases are, but you are not sure they matter anymore. all is ablative. all is absolute.

you have begun to pick up the speech patterns of this strange ancient language when you talk in your own. it is said that you use more passives and impersonal verbs. with these things having been spoken, you no longer sound like the person you once were. if this happens much longer, your friends and family will have forgotten the you who once spoke to them. your grades in translation have improved, though, so you do not mind too terribly.

a bitter war emerges between two factions of those who study alongside you. they argue ceaselessly, shouting phrases such as ‘caecilius est in horto’ and ‘raeda est in fossa’ at each other. one side calls the other sextus molestus, thus destroying any possibility for peace while the rest of you look on in horror.

every free thought in your mind gravitates towards the idea that carthage must be destroyed. you are not certain why. you have never been to carthage and, as far as you know, carthage was destroyed millennia ago and needs no further destruction. that does not stop the thoughts, though. you begin to write that carthage must be destroyed at the end of your essays, to say that carthage must be destroyed at the end of every conversation. soon afterwards, you find that the only food that appeals to you anymore is cabbage. your classmates look upon you with sadness. cato has your soul, now.