#daily french word

[daily-french-words]

nébuleux : adj. obscurci par des nuages ou du brouillard.

- ex : Le ciel est nébuleux ce soir. - 3/10 - cloudy : covered with clouds - Can also be said of something that lacks clarity, especially in the literary world. - Borrowed from the Latin form nebulosus, lit. "where there is fog", "like a cloud" and "difficult to understand"

[minimalist-quotes]

Truth is more valuable if it takes you a few years to find it.

French proverb

[youngchesstheorist]

Some people go to work/school and speak a language and then go back to their place and speak THE SAME LANGUAGE with their SO/parents/roommates and then they go online AND ITS THE SAME FUCKING LANGUAGE AGAIN like??? Don't you guys get bored???

[my-smial]

By the way, if you would like to cheer up post-The Golden Raven, I highly recommend saying "skedaddle" and "jabberwocky" to yourself in a thick French accent. Incredible words.

[troublesome-poet]

"It is nineteenth century up to date with a vengeance."

Wow. Every time I read this specific moment of Dracula I'm always shook.

"It is nineteenth century up to date with a vengeance. And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere "modernity" cannot kill."

[moinsbienquekaworu]

that was so thorough thank you so much, I really appreciate it!! I'm a follower but I am,,, shy so I tend to send anons. I just saw you speak French a while ago and was like :0 perhaps you could answer my question!! it took me weeks to build up the courage to ask. I was worried it may be rude to ask you when I could look it up myself, but I thought it might be good to get a native speaker's opinion. but I am very glad I did because that bescherelle website looks like a great resource!!

I hope you have a wonderful day 💛💛💛💛

I'm so glad I could help!! Feel free to come back if you have more questions, anon or not. Maybe if I explain the rules of French enough I'll actually have more than a vibes-based understanding of it.

The book version of the Bescherelle is a required purchase for all middle schoolers in France, you spend a few weeks learning irregular verbs and their most obscure conjugations. The website just lets you enter any verb and see it all conjugated for you, which is much easier than picking up the little book, look for your verb in the alphabetically ordered list of most verbs in the french language, and then seeing which page of the like 100+ different patterns for conjugations your one verb belongs to. There's a few really big groups that all work according to the same easy pattern, and then there's little groups of a few verbs, all subtly different in which vowel becomes which, and then you have to replace the example verb with the one you were looking up. A whole thing. I'm old enough that none of my teachers told us to look up the website, which I'm assuming they must do for kids nowadays. (that was a tangent but I'm assuming you know how I am haha)

I'm about to go to sleep (soon-ish), I hope you have a great day! (and night)

[daily-french-words]

accalmie : nf. moment de calme temporaire après de l'agitation.

ex : Nous profitons de l'accalmie entre les deux batailles.

2/10

lull : a temporary interval of quiet or lack of activity.

Is often used in a sailing context, and would then refer to the calm between two big gusts of wind!

[schmem14]

Lilies

@sapphicmicrofics​​​​​​

Pairing: Luna Lovegood/Lily Luna Potter Rating: M WC: 50

*****

“Paint me, please, Luna?” Lily asks.  Forbidden fruit.  That’s what she is, earth-brown eyes warm and irresistible. Luna frames the portrait in her mind, fingers itching for paintbrushes.  A bed of white lilies ensconcing the prettiest of them, splayed with only coppery strands to hide her nakedness.  “Alright,” she agrees. 

[istoppedlurkingforthis]

I don't want to engage with the terf blog. I don't want to engage with the terf blog. I know that my argument shows just how bad faith their chosen argument is. But it is not worth it. Whatever. You will never see this random french terf person because I'm about to block your account, but what you're such a language purist that you never use loan words? That's the proof your going to show that gender issues don't exist in the french psyche? Really? You've never said "football" or "foot" or "parking" or "job" or any of the other English words that have crept into every day French? To the point I got startled when I visited home a few years back and a schoolfriend was telling me all about her "job" instead of her "boulot"?

You don't ever greet people by saying "ciao" like a good two thirds of my school did a decade and a half ago? Do you never say "bye"?

Did you never get asked to do a bit of "baby-sitting" for your neighbours? I sure did.

There are probably more, but I don't spend much time talking in French to people-who-aren't-my-family so I'm not up to date with which English language words are now in everyday use in French language conversations in non franco-british french speakers. The fact that people use terf, and say "fuck terfs" instead of "allez vous faire foutre, feministe radicale excluant les personnes trans" is because as a rule if there's a shorter way of saying something people will, and everyone knows what fuck and terf means. And similarly people use queer or genderqueer or whichever other term you object too without finding or creating a french equivalent or translating it literally is not proof of some stupid always-online american issue taking over France.

It's proof that people do what they've always done: they use loan words and then those become the word used even when a pre-existing word exists in that language do.

[waywithworse]

Honestly I’m trying to learn at least a little portugese on duolingo because I think it would be cool to see what brazilian qsmp fans are saying without a translator... I’m already a little there because a decent amount of words carry over from spanish (highlight of today was translating a word from portugese to spanish easily but then having to remember what that word meant in english which was. harder than it should have been.) I don’t really have any hope in being able to watch streams just because I barely watch english streams as-is and carving out time to watch them in a different language just seems hard, but i figure if I can at least read it decently it would already be so cool!!

[martymeministry]

🌺Hibiscus Daily🌺

🌺Hibiscus Times Daily🌺

Psychos made their life their unregistered business to drive people insane and ruin the lord’s ministry on land full of ‘real forever people,’ placed there, ‘de bondye’ toward ‘that great day.’

The land is local and has a global and cosmic reach.

All things done on the property has positive and or negative reactions somewhere in the world and cosmos every day.

The land’s real people are used to visitors who come and go, who really worship. Our land needs to breathe. The lord always needed everyone’s attention there and in the world since my parents’ arrival there all those years ago.

I lead as an adult now. Unspoken. Spoken as registered entity, MartyMeMinistry.

[undeadunhingedchaos]

Poilifier = Hairify ???

[hentairobot]

ok. ill give it up. being able to talk to nigh everyone you meet on xiv kinda rocks

[sirfrogsworth]

Do you remember that Aussie sword guy who used to talk about medieval weapons?

And, like, he seemed pretty good at talking about swords and shit. He seemed to have a good grasp of the history and tactics. He'd analyze movie weapons for their realism and that was fun. He did demonstrations with real weapons. For a time I really looked forward to his videos popping up in my feed.

He seemed like a harmless sword-fighting aficionado.

But then I guess he wanted to spread his wings. So he started down an anti-woke path. Giving questionable critiques about media and feminism. He started defending boob armor by showing historical examples even though most of those were decorative and not battle ready like in the games.

Then he admitted he was a fan of The Daily Wire.

And that was disappointing.

I missed him nerding out about swords, ya know?

Well, Shad decided to spread his wings again.

He has become...

*bad French accent* An artiste.

You see, he types words into a little box. Then a little robot does a google image search and steals a bunch of art. Then that robot reconfigures that art to be nearly indistinguishable from the source material. Well... aside from the occasional artist watermark.

Whoops!

A.I. art is very difficult. Sometimes when you type words into the box you get a woman with 5 lopsided anime tiddies. Or 20 fingers on one hand. It takes time and effort and experience to type in the perfect magic words so that you get something close to your imagination that doesn't belong in some sort of Lovecraftian horror ripoff.

For example, check out this cool "pirate hat" I asked A.I. to place on my head.

Clearly, I am not skilled enough at typing words into a box to get a proper pirate hat.

It. Is. Not. Easy.

I heard someone say you have to type things in a box for 10,000 hours before you start getting truly masterful generations.

I mean, you can't type "marathon runners" and expect that to actually work.

THIS REQUIRES SKILL, PEOPLE.

And I am a lowly amateur. I can only dream of becoming the box-typist Shad has honed himself into.

The thing is... Shad is very upset.

He is upset that you don't like his "art" and he is ready to die on this hill.

So... before he croaks on a mound of bullshit, he has something to show you. He has created something truly brilliant and when you see it, he is convinced you will validate his considerable efforts.

Before I show you his "Not. Easy." artistic masterpiece I'd like you to sit with what he has said for a second.

Ruminate in the verbiage.

Process the ideas and points of view presented.

Digest his plea for you to accept and love his hard won battle after typing words into a box to manifest his imaginings.

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Have you sat?

Ruminated?

Processed?

Digested?

Okay, here it is...

[daily-french-words]

concomitant : adj. qui accompagne.

ex : Ils essaient de prévoir les effets concomitants des catastrophes naturelles.

3/10 (never heard this one either, but apparently can be used quite a lot in some professional fields.)

concomitant : additional, existing and occurring with something else.

I couldn't find a better different translation so here!

Made from the Latin verb concomitari, so the prefix con, "with", and the verb comitari, "to accompany, to go with"

[thinkinonsense]

TALK, TALK₊˚⊹ ʚɞ

logan howlett x mutant!reader

cw: fluff, sweet logan

a/n: inspired by the charli xcx song<3 everything in spanish and french is from google translate so if it's incorrect, that why.

you were no stranger to crushes. they always showed up out of the blue; you couldn't help it. all it took was one glance, a smile, a bit of small talk, anything really. none of this changed when he entered your life.

maybe cupid had struck you in the ass at some point.

for weeks, everyone in the mansion knew where your feelings had floated. normally, you try not to develop any crushes on the people you see daily but this guy was different. even sort of dangerous; the thrill excited you.

"you don't understand, storm." you groan, helping her train downstairs. "there's just something about him. i can't explain it."

your dear friend laughs, swinging at the boxing bag again. "i'm not saying not to go after him... just be careful is all."

"well, there's nothing to worry about because he hasn't even talked to me." a small sigh escapes you.

"he hasn't talked to you?" she questions. you shake your head. "that's odd. i wonder why not?"

"well, he keeps to himself." you shrug, thinking of excuses besides the fact that he likely doesn't share the same feelings you do.

"hm... have you tried talking to him?"

"nooo." you giggle nervously. "absolutely not! you know how i get when i actually have to talk to people i have crushes on."

"i know." storm joins in on your laughter. "it's like someone set you on top of a stove; you just start melting."

"it all comes out like, 'blah, blah, blah'."

"you never know, maybe he speaks 'blah, blah, blah' too."

little did storm know that her words would linger around in your head every time you see him.

₊˚⊹ ʚɞ

obliviousness was not a trait logan had. he noticed everything; whether he liked it or not. in this case, he didn't mind noticing everything about you.

it started when he saw a shadow following him to the cafeteria, down the hall, and to the training room. he tried to be polite and ignore it; too afraid to scare you off entirely.

a couple days after your talk with storm, charles sent the older mutants out on a mission. this included storm, scott, logan, and yourself. upon the return, all of the older mutants gathered in the kitchen to unwind. you, storm, and kurt sat together at the table. the two of them bickered back and forth about something silly that happened during the mission.

it wasn't fair how good logan looked during the mission. the tight black spandex did wonders for his form. it felt like some high school crush. butterfly's always in your stomach when he looks at you.

on the other side of the room, logan sat in a wooden chair next to hank, with a cigar dangling from his lips. it must've felt like you were burning holes into the side of his head. even storm had to nudge you to look away from him, telling you to stop giving him 'heart eyes'.

"think someone's got a crush on you, pal." hank teases logan. "heard she's been waiting for you to talk to her."

you looked pretty, sitting at the table with a slight red stain on the inside of your lips, matching the flush of red on your cheeks when you notice him catching you staring. logan couldn't think of anything that compare to the ethereal sight before him.

₊˚⊹ ʚɞ

the glass of red wine on your hand was now empty, allowing you to excuse yourself from their conversation for a moment. at the counter, you pour yourself another glass; finishing off the bottle. when you turn to toss the bottle in the trash, you bump into someone.

"s-sorry." you squeal before realizing that it was logan that you bumped into.

"no need to apologize." he assures.

one of logan's big wide palms places itself on your waist, helping keep you upright. all of the wine flooded your mind, unable to form a proper sentence.

"dios mío, eres tan hermoso." you ramble drunkenly shooting stars from your eyes.

*oh my god, you're so gorgeous.

logan couldn't be more confused by your suddenly language switch but he found it awfully amusing. it wasn't a total surprise, he knew you were incredibly intelligent. charles always sang your praises. if you were even a little bit sober right now, you would be mortified.

"whatcha' thinking about, sweetheart?" he smirks, loving how flustered you became.

little did you know, the 200 year old mutant has definitely picked up on some different languages over his lifetime. to logan it didn't even matter whether or not he understood what you meant, he just wanted you to keep talking.

"je veux embrasser ton joli visage." your tongue runs over your bottom lip.

*wanna kiss your pretty face.

"hm... tell me more." logan purrs into your ear. completely forgetting about everyone else in the room.

"he estado enamorado de ti durante meses, ¿sabes?"

*i've had a crush on you for months, you know?

"je pense à toi tous les jours." you step closer, drunk with confidence. "pendant les entraînements, en mission, seule au lit... tout le temps."

*i think about you everyday. during training, on missions, alone in bed... all the time.

"such a smart girl, aren't 'cha, honey?" he groans softly at your words.

it took everything in logan not to kiss you right here, right now. he wanted you to remember the first time he kissed you.

"je veux être ta copine, logan." you whisper in his ear.

*wanna be your girl, logan.

"¿puedes guardar mi secreto?"

*can you keep my secret?

he never wanted you to stop talking; loving every word that falls from your foreign lips.

it wasn't long until storm, pulls you away hoping she caught you before you said anything you would regret. logan didn't mind, too excited to see you in the morning.

₊˚⊹ ʚɞ

when you woke up, your head was pounding. nothing worse than a wine hangover. you couldn't remember anything after jean poured you a third glass of wine. you took two aspirins and laid in bed for an extra hour before you finally made it downstairs for breakfast.

logan smelled your lavender scented shampoo the second you stepped out of your room. he had been downstairs waiting for you. everyone had already started their day, off either teaching or training. not him though, he had different plans for his day.

"morning." logan said to you as you walked into the kitchen. your heart fluttered, he could hear it.

"good morning." you reply meekly as you grab a plate and some utensils.

he sips on his plain black coffee while you place two waffles and some fruit onto your plate. theres a small stack of books next to logan on the table but you don't give it a second glance.

"wanna sit?" he asks you.

this was a completely different side of logan compared to the usually grumpy version of him that everyone sees.

"sure."

"did you have fun last night?"

he needed to test the waters on what you remember. by the late arrival to breakfast, logan's guess was not much.

"would you believe me if i said that i can't remember much?" you giggle nervously as you bite into a strawberry. "i was probably being boring in some corner."

you couldn't have been more wrong, logan thinks to himself. the two of you have some small talk for a while, enjoying each others company. this wasn't helping your crush from spreading.

once you cleared your plate and logan finished his coffee, both of you get up to place your dishes into the sink when you noticed the books in logan's hands. one spine read 'beginners guide to french' and the other read 'spanish for dummies'.

in a flash, everything came hurtling back at you full speed. this wasn't yours and logan's first conversation alone together.

"¿Qué pasa cariño?" logan asks, voice filled with desire as he cages you against the sink. his lips ghosted over your own; tempting you beyond your strengths. "je pensais que tu voulais que je te parle ?"

*what's wrong, sweetheart?

*i thought you wanted me to talk to you?

"et merde." you whisper before pulling on the collar of his flannel, smashing his lips into yours.

*fuck it.

the sheer taste of the other drove both of you insane. the mix of logan's coffee and tobacco contrasting with your sweet syrup and fruity taste was intoxicating. you pull back, needing to catch your breath. logan's lips moved south, sucking a dark purple bruise on your pulse point.

"better than i imaged." logan groans, obsessed with your every being.

"imagine si tu m'avais parlé plus tôt ?" you wink down at him.

*imagine if you had talked to me sooner?

logan chuckles, bending to pick you up. "love that mouth of yours, sweetheart. lets see what other languages it speaks."