#francish

[architecture-v-rassias]

@kerkyra.corfu.island castellovecchio 2016 O περιφημος βράχος τωνν ''Κορυφών'' βρισκεται αναμεσα σε δύο μεγαλοπρεπείς κόλπους. Τον κόλπο της Γαρίτσας και των Γουβιών. Βυζαντινοί,Φραγκοι,Ανδεγαυοι, Βενετοι, Γαλλοι,Ρώσσοι,Γαλλοι και Αγγλοι μεχρι το ''δώρο''στον Βασιλια Γεώργιο,για το μικρό Βασίλειο της Ελλάδας... Το απανθησμα της οχυρωματικής τεχνης της Γαληνοτάτης Δημοκρατίας της Βενετίας 15-18ος αιώνας και Αγγλικής Αυτοκρατορίας αρχες 19ου αιώνα... Αγαπημένο... #sonyrx10 From my project ''Chateaux Forts de Grece''. In 2006 the fortresses were exhibited at the Byzantine Museum, '' Byzantines Fortress in Greece'' then, in 2007 the French Embassy in Athens undertook major exhibitions on the ''Fortresses of Greece''-''Chateaux forts de Grece'' in Rhodes, Kalamata, Patras, Athens, Nafplio.

[sighinastorm]

I can read it just fine, despite not knowing Francese, but I still don't get the joke.

i hate when i send someone a meme in another language and they're like "uhm... translate? 😒" fucker i sent you a meme where 90% of the words have an english cognate and/or you don't need to know what they're saying to find it funny. can you at least TRY

[mercy-mercie-mercymorn]

im going to watch spiderverse tonight. excited to walk out of the theater in front of my old coworkers looking like a raccoon

[stitchwraith-stingers]

anyways more headcanons revolving around characters being fans of irl francishes please 🙏🙏

[honestauthentically]

Lots I have been sought censored from sharing with the general public, as an honest civilian, of the United States of America. Please do not associate shirt, or hat, with political affiliation. The hat, for one, holds the promise of an expanding bunk, and the shirt, the only one that had not been treated with poisons of my happenstance, at the time. As seeking thanks to JamesC, in additional credit, to the creation of just expression, please see, also, thanks, to The Crow, as I have been sought prevented from recognizing, also, and, in addition, to Christian communities. Please see the Crow, as I have been sought prevented from recognizing, as Those, also of my most recent posts, though, as aLso, and, as honestly well, found by U turn, as well. Honor to The L, is as honor to the honesty of great and hidden wisdom. Would such turn, yet remember the B, as more than Baptist, without excluding great factions, of honest faith? With balance, seeking the honor of meaning; To Honestly Keep All, Honestly Alive : would we remember hidden guardians, aLso, ThePhotosLGBilesWeLove? Love, MacLean FrancisH Tiffany Also, and in other news: "The temporary pier successfully delivered..." 19.4 million pounds of humanitarian assistance "... which is the highest volume of humanitarian assistance the US Military has ... delivered into the middle east." portions of quote, by Pentagon spokesperson, Sabrina Singh

[theorizer-sleepyhead]

I was pretty anxious about the new Jedi Battle Scars book because 1- Fallen Order was the first SW product I ever liked, so I had zero experience with tie-in novels or anything else to do with the francishe and 2 - The writer is apparently pretty openly woke (she was the one who came up with the whole “Luke Skywalker might be gay” debacle). So far the writing of the novel is...pretty damn weird (I’ve read fanfiction that is much better than this) and now people are saying the author spends Merrin’s entire arc trying to force her to be with a woman when it was obvious from the first game that she’s supposed to end up with Cal (which was also 90% of the reason why I even wanted this book in the first place)?

Now I don’t know if I should just keep reading and check the rest out for myself, or move on. The next game is coming out next month and nothing in this book is gonna end up being relevant anyways. Plus, Respawn seems like they know what the players want, which is a good story and not a bunch of woke bullshit shoved down our throats. 

[pugugly001-misc]

I'm fairly educated and bright and the jump from 'Ferengi' to 'Francish' would never have crossed my mind, but the intended parody was obvious even in TNG. My personal 'No Prize' explanation was that the Ferengi military tended towards Ferengi that were not bright enough to cut it in business.

But yes, Quark, Nog, The Grand Nagus and crew definitely fleshed out the Ferengi into from a fairly poor parody to a fully fledged culture. As Satire it became more of a study in contrasts, but good.

There's been a lot of talk over the years about whether Ferengi are a antisemitic stereotyoe. Given that DS9 had more Jewish actors and creative staff, what do you think of that discourse?

Was this something that was kept in mind when reinventing the Ferengi from how they were in TNG?

I can tell you the INTENTION of the Ferengi was to satirize capitalism and the West. Ferengi derives from the Persian "Farangi," i.e. Franks, people from France. More broadly, it came to mean "Western European." Hence "Farangistan" = Europe. Farang/i spread to other languages, notably Thai where it now means "foreigner."

Farang - Wikipedia

So, the Ferengi are intended to be us. Westerners, even more specifically Americans. The original TNG bible compares them to 18th and 19th century Yankee traders. Sexist and greedy, patriarchal and dishonest.

I'm pretty sure this was the intention of their look too, especially the noses. Big noses are common in Asian caricatures of Westerners. Check out the Thai sculpture in the link above. According to my father, for example, the Rhade tribe from the Vietnamese Highlands called Americans "big noses" and when he was their military advisor, he was Captain Big Nose.

And then TNG cast a ton of Jewish actors as early Ferengi, and a lot of people saw them completely differently. (Aside, I've heard from some Asian fans that they perceive Ferengi as caricatures of the Cantonese, which speaks to how different cultures see them.)

We were definitely aware of this issue when DS9 came along, and I largely followed the lead of our Jewish-American showrunners on how to handle it. Generally, by digging deep into three different main Ferengi characters and several recurring, I hope we transcended the stereotypes.

We showed Ferengi not as whip-wielding pirate/raiders (not a Jewish trope btw, see Yankee traders), but as a small business owner, a handyman/engineer, and an aspiring Starfleet officer, all struggling with issues of cultural assimilation and grappling with their own culture's shortcomings when it comes to women and greed.

When writing the Ferengi, I drew from my own (white bread, Catholic, Army brat) background, so for example, I saw the Rules of Acquisition not as some kind of take on the Talmud, but as a satire of Western self-help business books, a kind of "How to Win Friends and Influence People," meets "The Devil's Dictionary." The Ferengi afterlife is based on my vague understanding of Chinese traditions I grew up around in San Francisco, etc.

I'm not sure we fully separated the Ferengi from the baggage they came to us with, but we definitely tried.

[willardsuitcases]

Francis H. I always paid attention to little details of the cases and especially liked seeing tape with writing stuck on them. Francis arrived at Willard on the 6th of February 1962 and was assigned the patient number 347757. #willardsuitcases #willardasylum #joncrispin #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealth #francish https://www.instagram.com/p/ByS2Fz-pBfK/?igshid=1kuqwkg1fuqk1

[finitevus]

Is it strange that every time I read Ellis's name I read it in the voice of Coach from Left 4 Dead 2?

NO ITS GREAT because everytime I read Francis' name, i hear it in Bill L4D's voice

Francish....

[e-m-christina]

Serpent Of Sparta

Ivar The Boneless x Reader

PART ONE

Requested by @childishhoe

Summary: Ivar Lothbrok meets his match when he is introduced to Y/n Artròmitos, the daughter of a bloodthirsty Spartan king. She is sent to fight in Ivars army, after making an arrangement with Rollo, the Duke of Normandy. 

With matching rage and ambition, Y/n feeds into Ivars flame, igniting feelings that neither of them thought they were capable of. But fire can easily be burnt out.

Series Overall Rating: 17+

Word Count: 2k

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MASTERLIST

* * *

TWO MONTHS AGO                                                      

 Your incarnadine wrap dress fluttered in the wind, fastened only by the golden broach of nobility at your exposed shoulder. Rays of early morning sun glinted off the wine glass that was being twirled between your fingers, as you watched the city from the castle of Mistras. A new batch of children were being piled into carriages, waiting to be sent off as slaves, to the city of Athens. 

“You cannot keep running from this marriage. I know you already rule Athens, but after the death of your husband, you must marry again!” You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes at your father’s remark.

“I have no time for love. I had to sacrifice love for respect. You know this much.” You took a seat opposite your father, who was running a hand over his grey beard. “On the contrary, the Athenians are weak. If I wanted to marry again, I would choose someone in a position of strength.” You said, rolling a grape between your pointer and thumb, making your father sigh.

“I know what you sacrificed, Y/n. What you had to do was terrible, but it was for the best. Both for you and your d-”

“Anyway,” You said, cutting your father off, “I am already Queen of Athens and the leader of the Spartan army. What use would a husband be?”

“Commander Y/n.” The doors of the hall burst open, revealing a puffed and red faced soldier. “The Duke Of Normandy has sent you this.” He passed you a piece of tinted brown parchment, bound by the wax stamp of Normandy. 

“Leave me.” You waved your hand, and the warrior promptly left the room. 

* * *

“Rollo is bringing a great ally, from a place named ‘Sparta.” Hvitserk said, standing beside his brother, Ivar, and King Harald. A fleet of blue Francia flags sailed towards them like great dragons on the dusky pewter ocean.

“I have heard little of this ally that Rollo is bringing.” Harald said, folding his arms across his chest. “But, what I have heard is that he is a great and fearsome warlord, and that his soldiers are blood-thirsty demons.”  

“She. The ally is a she.” Hvitserk corrected Harald, watching Ivars expression turn into one of curiosity. 

“What is her name then, dear brother?” Ivar asked, staring at the approaching ships with a new found excitement. 

“Y/n. But she is often referred to as the ‘Serpent of Sparta.’” Hvitserk said, feeling uneasy about the glint in Ivars blue eyes. “And if I were you, I would stay out of her way. Her people basically worship her. They believe that she is a descendant of one of their Gods of battle. Ares I believe God was called.”

Ivar smirked. Not only was she apparently a great warrior, but she was also apparently descended from the gods?

“Well, I do look forward to meeting this ‘Y/n’. I would hope that she lives up to her reputation, otherwise I will be disappointed.” Ivar took one last glance at the oncoming fleet, before making his way back down the salt washed wooden deck, ignoring the ‘of course you do,’ from Harald. 

* * *

Your nose wrinkled. The pungent smell of decaying fish grew stronger as you came to dock. After stopping in Francia to gather Rollo’s men, you and three hundred of your best Spartan warriors made for Norway. And after two weeks at sea, you were in a horrid mood. After an attempted assassination directed at you, you were pushed over the edge. Not only did you have to command your own men, Rollo had dropped out the day you were meant to leave, making you in charge of all his Francish soldiers. The problem other than the sheer amount of men to keep track of? There was  a massive language barrier. You spoke Russian because you often went to Kiev, on trade deals, and you also spoke the language of the northmen. Not french.

Your days often consisted of making ludacris hand gestures to command the french, only to be laughed at by your own warriors. Though you only shared the same ship as your best warriors, the only person you could confide in was Freydis, a Norwegian slave that you had bought from Kattegat five years prior. She had taught you the language of Norway and you taught her Greek. Freydis had grown to be your best, and only friend. You had made her a free woman, yet she chose to stay by your side, through everything. She told you everything about herself and she knew almost everything about you.

“Get ready to dock!” You yelled, throwing thick reams of hemp rope attached to an anchor into the dark water, before climbing over the edge of the ship, Freydis and your best fighters trailing behind you. You were greeted by a large wooden dock surrounded by what looked like disheveled old fishermen.

“I thought these people would be made from tougher stuff.” You said in your language, making your warriors laugh, as you fixed the golden clasp of your crimson cloak. With one flick of your hand, your Spartan warriors started to march down the dock in a wild wave of red and gold. You were at the head, with Freydis and Araios, your second in command, by your side. 

“Commander, I heard that this ‘Ivar the Boneless’ is a cripple. Talk about not being tough.” Araios chuckled. You did not not.

“So what? One of our gods, Hephaestus was crippled, yet he was a great warrior. I would not so lightly throw that statement around with malice.” You gave Araios a stern look, before continuing down the dock. 

* * *

“I have been anticipating your arrival, Lady Y/n.” You came to a stop in front of the throne that King Harald Finehair was situated on. “We all have.” He finished, before waving his hand at Hvitserk, a Northman you had met in France, and a dark haired Viking that you had not yet met.

“You will address me as Queen or Commander Y/n.” You corrected King Harald. “Take your pick.”  The dark haired Viking chuckled, before reaching out his hand. 

“Do you know who I am?” He said, shaking your hand. Since he was obviously not King Harald, or Hvitserk, it was a simple enough equation to solve. 

“You are Ivar The Boneless. Ragnar Lothbrok's youngest.” You said, making Ivar duck his head with a grin.

“And you have met my brother, I hear.” Ivar pointed to Hvitserk, who refused to make eye contact with you.

“Yes. I remember him. I had to put him in his place after he unsuccessfully tried to ‘woo’ me into bed.” You shot a look at Hvitserk, who was scratching the back of his head and glaring at his brother.

“Well, Queen Y/n, I am sure that we can thank the Gods that you and your men have arrived unharmed. Though, I must ask, where is Rollo?” King Harald said, moving from his throne to sit at a table with Ivar and Hvitserk, indicating for you to do the same.

“Yes, I give thanks to Poseidon for a good passage.” You said, taking a seat opposite the northmen. “As for Duke Rollo, he had urgent business along the Silk Road to attend to.”

“I am sure that you will fare well in his stead. But for now, make yourself comfortable. Tonight there will be a great feast to mark your arrival.”  

* * *

Mushroom soup, bitter greens with tomatoes the size of peas, rare roast beef slices as thin as paper, dried salmon and whale in a green sauce, cheese you brought from Francia that melts on your tongue served with sweet blue grapes. The feast was certainly large and exciting. But it was not the type of food you and your warriors were used to. Usually, you had lean chicken breast and a small bunch of grapes, greens, bread and the occasional fish. All  because a doctor in Athens had carried out research to conclude that those foods helped with building of muscle. The servants that the Northmen called ‘thralls’,  were all young women dressed in greys rags, moved wordlessly to and from the table, keeping the platters and glasses full.

“Why are your Spartan soldiers eating outside?” Ivar asked you, finding it odd that only the warriors from Francia and Norway were in the feasting hall.

“We eat outside for the most part. You said, taking a sip of Mead. The drink of the northmen was certainly different to your usual wine, but it was a welcome difference. “They also sleep outside in trenches. My people believe that it makes them stronger. Little girls and boys born in Sparta, are placed in a number of trials. They have to fight and fend for themselves. If they can’t, they either are left on a hillside to die, or they are sent to the City of Athens as slaves.” 

“We do something similar. We leave the weak out to die. But we do not test our children like that. Is that not too harsh?” Ivar said, leaning forward, making you chuckle. 

“Ivar, if you want to be the best, you have to have the best warriors. And because I am sitting here right now, proves that you do not have the best warriors.” You said. Ivar narrowed his eyes as he tipped his cup of mead back and placed it on the table.

“We do have good warriors. We were just out numbered, because Bjorn had hired the help of the woodland fighters from Sweden.” Ivar crossed his arms, clearly annoyed that you would suggest his army was not sufficient. You had to laugh. Were these men being serious? 

“Forgive me, I forget that the warriors of your people are not on the same level as mine.” You smirked into your horn of mead, watching as offence flickered over Ivars face. 

“And why would you say that?” Hvitserk said, trying to defuse Ivars switch. 

“The Battle of Thermopylae. Three hundred of my Spartan warriors fought against a vast army of the Persians. There were thousands of them, yet, we still won. Yes, we did have the advantage of land, being that we were on the high ground, but non the less. And you tell me that with a huge heathen army, you could not win because the other side had a couple hundred more warriors?” You said, making Ivar scoff. 

“Well, then it was fated. The Gods were on your side, otherwise you would have lost.” Ivar said, making you frown.

“When my Spartan warriors fight, Ares grants us good will.” You narrowed your eyes and leaned forward. “But are you telling me that the Gods don’t favour you?” 

“Don’t be stupid, of course the Gods favour us, afterall, they have allowed us to pull together an even bigger army.” Ivar said as he re-filled his horn with gritted teeth. 

“In any case, it is up to fate now. Hmm?” Harald said, standing up. “Well, I must go now and see where Astrid has gotten to.” King Harald took on the last swig of Mead, before weaving his way through the crowd and through a door at the back of the room. 

“Well, it is getting late. I better go find Freydis.” You said and stood up. “Have a good night.” You ignored Ivars grunt and nodded your head at Hvitserks ‘farewell,’ before following the same path as Harald. 

“What do you think of her, brother?” Hvitserk asked cautiously, very aware of Ivars clenched jaw and his blue eyes baring into your back as you left. Ivars silence made Hvitserk bite his lip. He did not think he could bear his brother complaining about you for the next few weeks. 

“She is arrogant and rather patronizing.” Ivar said, a smirk slowly curling his lip. “I like her.”

* * *

“You fight like a child.” You spat out a mouthful of salty crimson, swinging your bruised fist. Crack! The large white-haired viking toppled into the mud - for the third time. He had challenged you to a fight after he overheard you talking the night prior. But unfortunately for him, he just proved your point. You being half his size and a woman, he thought he could win the fight with ease. But you had only sustained a punch to the jaw, whereas he was sporting a broken and nose and multiple lost teeth.

“Þú eru witchr!” The man growled, stumbling up from the mud.

“No I am not a witch.” You side-stepped out of his way, as he lunged towards you, only to miss completely and stagger back down into the mud with a thump. “I am just better than you.”

“When I asked you to come help fight, I did not mean fight my men.” You heard a voice call. Turning around, you saw Ivar, who was leaning against a blacksmiths doorway. He stretched out his hand and beckoned you toward him.

“What do you want?” You asked, annoyed that you were interrupted. 

“I was thinking about what you said last night.” Ivar said, tapping his crutch thoughtfully. 

“So was he.” You pointed your thumb at White-Hair, who was still on the ground a few yards away. Ivar rolled his eyes and leaned forward.

“Not like that. I want you to train my warriors.” Ivar said, watching your expresion flicker.

“And why would I do that?”

“Do you want to win this battle?” He asked.

“I could win this battle easier without your men.” You retorted, crossing your arms. Did you not have enough to worry about?

“Then why don’t you?”

--

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[depression-is-anxiety-blog]

Uma and Ben 1/3

Uma: Hey Bennnny~

Ben: Uma I'm kinda busy right now

Uma: With what

Ben: Ruling the kingdom

Uma: Pwease talk to me Bennny~

Ben: Just because we had fun last night doesn't mean anything

Uma: It meant something to me

Ben: Yeah to you, but not to me and besides me and Mal go into an arguement so it was only a one time thing

Uma: So it was nothing special

Ben: Not to me

Uma: Okay

Ben: Well ttyl

Uma: ttyl Ily bye

Ben: Bye

[hanorganaas]

News: There’s gonna be a Batgirl movie......

Me:

News: ....To Be Directed by Joss Whedon

Me:

[thatonebored-juniorcolleague]

Sorry im too busy bullying soohwa

its uhh…loving soohwa hours

[ovisiphorus]

Mark, it’s okay that the franchise you helped originate is now developing new vehicles. That’s what francishes do, man. Your character won’t be relevant forever and that’s alright. This is something many actors in your position need to realize and be okay with. ESPECIALLY when collecting those big ass checks disproportionate to screentime still. It’ll be okay.

[intosnarkness]

Jurassic world 2: the reprattening is a really bad movie y’all. When I’m not on an airplane I have a whole rant in the barrel about how no one acts logically and they have so completely missed the point that it shouldn’t even be in the same francishe as the original.

[honestauthentically]

Life, and Truth, seem to exist within a confluence of force; honest, dishonest, inert, and active. Honest Truth is like a wave, And it builds “without saying”[TPTBbynj] Except as saying, By Honest Record, Is achieving. Honestly True peace, Is defensibly Honest Contentment. Seek Honest Justice, of Just Measure, of Just Expressions, of Authentic Honesty, and the Exercise of Martial Adaptation, and Continuation, to the Just Affinity, of Loyalty, to Honest Team and Honest Medicine. See Continuation of Honest Study, Learning of Honest Care, and safe return, to Honest Dignity. When attacked, between, without team, or alibi, and disbelieved by those of hope to trust, Seeking Honest Justice, of More Tolerance, May be the Honest Mercy, of Our Learning to find the battle, what should be Our Honest Reason, to fight for those we disbelieve the world could find, for such, yet worth remembering. MacLean FrancisH Tiffany {Written After} Please see striving to find improvement of honest medicine, and creation of honest justice, of just measure, of just expressions, of authentic honesty, and the exercise of martial adaptation; means of improving the honest survival, of the United States of America, and world. As Honest Survival, by my experience of /[]/ God force, has meant survival, opposing many, and much, desiring instead burdens unknown and more [/]persuasive[/], please see what may also only amount to Conscience, and, when and if satisfied, ONLY, continue Much laughter! Love, MacLean {And as what I have written, previously, and add, for what seems true learning, of honest record, continuing}: Trying to save those that want to hurt us/me, while defending against greater want to harm, recently, I have noticed cause of death, to the innocent. MFt