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obrozey:

Teen Wolf 3B - full size

Everyone has it, but no one can lose it

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minuiko:

Just saying goodbye.

minuiko:

Just saying goodbye.

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You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her, or you can be full of the love you shared. You can remember her only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back. Or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.” 

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Are we not gonna talk about how R mentions having hypochondria twice

barricadeur:

nothing-rhymes-with-grantaire:

yourpontmercyfriend:

"Yes, I have the spleen, in addition to melancholy, with nostalgia, plus hypochondria, and I sneer and I rage and I yawn and I’m tired, and I’m bored and I’m tormented!"

"Ugh! I just swallowed a bad oyster. And now here’s hypochondria claiming me again. The oysters are spoiled, the servants are ugly. I hate humankind."

It sounds like it’s not as big of an issue as Joly’s but it does crop up a bit and it just occurred to me while I was reading random passages that I’ve never heard anyone say anything about this

So I said I wanted to write a meta on this the other day and then I didn’t because I spent all of yesterday and today writing my English essay so I’ll do it now!

[TW: depression, hypochondria, anxiety, slight mention of suicide ideation]

I recently read a thing regarding Joly’s hypochondria and someone said that Joly’s hypochondria is probably quite valid as a general anxiety, but that it’s also the hypochondria of a med student who is actively learning about all the terrible things that can happen to a body, and of a person who believed in all sorts of weird science-y ideas and cures and stuff (germ theory hadn’t been invented yet, btw, although he does tell Bossuet he should’ve brought an umbrella to the barricade or he’d catch cold so idk). If I knew where that post was, I’d link it here, but I have no idea. If I find it again, I’ll add the link. So yeah, it’s valid that Joly had hypochondria, and bravely managed to work through this serious anxiety disorder and deal with his fears in order to become a physician and help people. I mean, I was the “gayest of them all” despite his worries and fears and the fact that his schooling/job literally meant that he faced his anxieties every day. That’s a pretty strong and awesome dude.

Grantaire’s hypochondria would be something more neuroses-based, since unlike Joly he doesn’t have the added issue of being a med student. He’s a messed up guy. He suffers from depression, a lot of self-loathing and cynicism, he’s an addict, there are plenty of times where his friends just barely tolerate him and he’s probably very aware of that line. And like I said, he’s an addict; he’s probably gone through some amount of withdrawal before and it would not be pretty. Hypochondria and anxiety can often come as comorbid with depression, so with his depression might also come various anxieties and worries. These wouldn’t be rational things, because anxiety isn’t rational. His hypochondriacal tendencies would come out when he’s lower than usual, or upset. It reminds me of his remark “Don’t talk about monks, it makes me want to scratch.” His hypochondria would have less of an obvious source than Joly’s, and would probably be abrupt and intensely anxiety-triggering until it went away. Unlike Joly, he probably wouldn’t have quite so much of the mental ability or willpower to work through it. It could also be a manifestation of an internal debate that goes on in a lot of depressed peoples’ heads: the whole “I wish I were dead, I’d like to die, but oh shit I’m terrified of dying” sort of thing. A sort of vague suicidal ideation while simultaneously withdrawing from those constant plaguing thoughts out of fear and anxiety. So yes, Grantaire could have hypochondria, but it would be very different from Joly’s.

However, because I’m an English major and a nerd, I’ve gone to the OED for various definitions of ‘hypochondria’. It comes up a lot with a similar archaic definition of “the spleen”, which is a state of melancholy, depression, etc etc, as the spleen was formerly seen to be the cause of melancholy from the black bile in the humorical medicine of the Ancient Greeks (you know, the 4 humours: black bile, yellow bile, phlegm and blood). That definition was used (mostly in literature) up til the late 1800s, and apparently the “melancholy” hypochondria wasn’t totally distinguished from the “germophobe” hypochondria until the 1840s or -50s, so it could be interpreted that way. If that is the case, your first example is Grantaire going off on a shortened version of his other rambles, basically telling his friends that he’s feeling depressed and down with about 8 different synonyms for the word. As for the second one, this is the beginning of his monologue on the morning of Lamarque’s funeral, which he has just spent roaming the streets of Paris all night, probably trying and failing not to think of the fact that his friends probably won’t make it out alive. He’s terrified and desperate and he doesn’t want to see his friends dead and he’s in a dark place. He knows they’re doomed but he doesn’t want to think about it, and he doesn’t even have the base bodily distractions to help him forget. So the hypochondria claiming him again could simply be his joy at finding Joly and Bossuet in the cafe fading with the realization that this will probably be the last time he sits at a table with them and eats shitty oysters and drinks too much wine, and depression claiming him again, as well as a general sleepless exhaustion and dislike for the rest of the world at large for forcing him to inevitably lose his friends.

grantaire’s list of ailments is a passage of the brick that i’ve spent a lot of time thinking about, so i hope you don’t mind if i jump in. (i’ve written on it here and here.)

first, about joly: i always assumed that his tendencies were a result of him being a medical student, rather than any serious psychological issues. i’m not a med student myself, but i’ve known a lot of them, and “you’ve been getting frequent headaches? MUST BE A BRAIN TUMOR!” is often how they operate. (no pun intended!) arostine explains it pretty clearly here, and i defer to her experience. given joly’s overall good humor and the fact that hugo’s description of him as a young “malade imaginaire” is a reference to a comedy of the same title by molière, i think we’re supposed to find his quirks amusing, as opposed to cause for concern.

now, as for grantaire, i think his two uses of “hyperchondria” have a bit more going on from just a textual perspective. taking them in turn:

"Yes, I have the spleen, in addition to melancholy, with nostalgia, plus hypochondria, and I sneer and I rage and I yawn and I’m tired, and I’m bored and I’m tormented!"

here, hyperchondria appears in a list with three other terms. you’re absolutely correct that there’s a historical connection between the spleen, melancholy, and hyperchondria. i did some digging into medical texts from the period and indeed, during the period, they were sometimes considered synonymous, as in this 1856 medical dictionary:

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others thought that hypochondria degenerated into melancholy, as is the case in an 1853 book devoted to the two illnesses:

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in fact, nostalgia also fits into this category; in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, it was also considered a treatable disease with a physiological cause, closely related to melancholy. taken together, then, this series of ailments functions in the same way as the second half of the sentence: grantaire says a bunch of words that are only slightly different from one another. now, we could go into detail about the shades of meaning between the terms and whether there’s a significance to layering them one after another, but it’s late, so i’m just gonna focus on  hypochondria.

from my research, neither the modern term “melancholy” (which is not the 19th-century version of the word precisely, but again, that’s for another day), nor the modern sense of “hypochondria” really fit. rather, the crux of 19th-century hypochondria is a connection between mind and body, centered around the digestive system: a specific set of mental symptoms (feeling pain in excess of their physical problems, deep anxiety and a fear of imminent death) and physical ones (stomach pains, nausea, vomiting, flatulence, constipation, diarrhea). unlike our modern term, hypochondriacs suffered from a particular set of physical symptoms, whose severity and fatality they overestimated, but those symptoms themselves largely didn’t vary, and they didn’t suspect them to be part of a more serious disease. hypochondria at that time was the physical illness, as well as the mental one.

thus doctors in the period struggled with a chicken-versus-egg problem: are hypochondriacs’ mental symptoms caused by their physical problems? or does mental anguish cause physical pain? by the 19th century, we’ve moved beyond the idea of “humors,” but the fact that hypochondriacs’ mental anguish came from their gut remained, and they came up with all sorts of ways to connect the mind and body through the stomach. here’s the british cyclopedia of the arts and sciences in 1835 with one:

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when grantaire says that he has hypochondria, then, what he’s describing isn’t what the word conveys now, but rather a specific set of physiological and mental symptoms that were referred to by that term. does it sound like it sucks a lot to be a 19th-century hypochondriac? absolutely. but does it make sense to conceptualize grantaire’s hypochondria (if he’s actually serious here) along the lines of the contemporary condition? not really.

[and actually, i think that the idea of grantaire being a 19th-century hypochondriac, or at least calling himself one, is fascinating and worthy of further thought. here’s a disease that’s characterized by an excessive conflation of the mind and the body, and the basest of the amis, the character who is constantly bringing the tenor of discussion down into the gutter, allegedly suffers from it. that’s where i think the line about monks and scratching, which comes right before his second claim, fits into this discussion. grantaire is incapable of just staying in the realm of theory or ideals; the physical always drags him back. in that sense, he totally would have hypochondria — or at least claim to.]

anyway, this whole explanation also helps us understand that second reference:

"Ugh! I just swallowed a bad oyster. And now here’s hypochondria claiming me again. The oysters are spoiled, the servants are ugly. I hate humankind."

here, i think he’s actually just making a pooping/farting joke.

remember, hypochondria is specifically associated with gastrointestinal distress — which is the likely result of eating a bad oyster. saying that “hypochondria is claiming me again” is probably just clever potty humor. this line comes at the beginning of another of grantaire’s long speeches, which he finishes by making another comparison between mental illness and oysters: “That’s what comes of swallowing an oyster and a revolution the wrong way! I am growing melancholy once more.”

again, i’m not saying that grantaire isn’t messed up; if he does have 19th-century hypochondria, he obviously is. hell, even if he doesn’t have it, there’s still a lot of self-derision going on there. but ascribing him symptoms of contemporary hypochondria doesn’t make sense, since that’s not, at root, what he’s describing.

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enjolraswould:

aflowercrownforaqueen:

enjolraswould:

Enjolras would be elected prom king, then spiral into a ideological crisis.

Because on one hand, prom king. On the other hand, elected.

Enjolras would spend the rest of his prom sitting at a table in the corner, arguing with himself.

Enjolras is the very picture of despair. Slumped on a plastic folding chair, it looks as if he has more in common with the star player after a losing game than someone who was just crowned senior prom king—which Enjolras most definitely was, if the cheap plastic crown resting on the table in front of him is any indication.

So not so much despair than an intense, gripping ideological crisis.

He’s still muttering to himself when Grantaire walks up and kicks the bottom the chair. “Hey, quit thinking and come dance with me.” Enjolras looks up and glares.

“I’m in the middle of something, R.” Enjolras turns his glare back to the crown, as if the intensity of his gaze could be enough to vaporize it. Grantaire snorts.

“You do realize that you’re not actually king of anything, right?” he says, tapping his fingers across Enjolras’ shoulders in time to the music.

“It’s the principal of it,” Enjolras replies, “By definition a king can’t be elected.”

But his heart isn’t really in it, not when Grantaire starts tugging at his hand. Enjolras huffs, but lets Grantaire lead him back to the dance floor. Courfeyrac sees them elbowing through the crowd and, from his place wedged between Marius and Cosette, shouts “Look, the king has returned!” Shouts echo from around them—one of them has the nerve to shout, “Long live the king!” and Enjolras swears he’ll chew them out for that latter—as rest of the Amis halt their dancing for long enough to slap Enjolras on the shoulder or reach a hand out for a high-five.

Enjolras rolls his eyes, but when the plastic crown finds its way onto his head, he doesn’t complain.

It came to my attention that there was really neat reblog treasure hiding on one of my old posts! :D It definitely warranted a return to the wouldblog.

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bugginmaze:

Don’t stop imagining. The day that you do is the day that you die.’

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chibifoxai asked:
Stocking Stuffer: Damian asks why Santa never came to him when he was living with Talia.


heartslogos answered:

"But I don’t understand. That’s physically impossible.” Damian says trailing after Dick and Jason as they meander through last-minute holiday shoppers. Tim and Cass disappeared somewhere around Sephora, and Dick truly hopes Cass doesn’t drive Tim insane.

"He’s Santa, he’s like Robin, he’s magic.” Jason says, reaching behind them to haul Damian forward. “And would it kill you to walk next to us? I feel like we’re gonna lose you or some shit like that. Then B is going to give us the kicked puppy look. Except. You know. Kicked dire-wolf.”

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kotakucom:

Japan has not one, but two places that are referred to as “Cat Island.” Can you guess what’s special about them? (It has to do with cats.)

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dragons-in-berk:

To the Sky - Owl City

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tagged as: #how to train your dragon #q