#french langug

[cuchufletapl]

It's so fun (horrible) trying to find a book in a library that you don't know how to navigate yet 🙃

[monte-charlo]

is it not pih-yEah like im down at the Pier or is that my accent

Oooh not sure? So less strong than pee in the front with the emphasis on the yeah? That makes sense actually

I personally say it the pee-air/pee-yeah pronunciation but i end it with the rolled french r

So: pee-air-rre

But when i speak english i drop the rre

[ennafin]

Next week I have my first Japanese lesson am I cooked??

It’s voluntary I hope I don’t fail at it 😭😭

My language brain is going to be in scrambles

(I have Dutch,French,English, German and now Japanese🥶)

[souvenirmp3]

oh man i am so excited to learn how to talk about events talk about events and perhaps even talk about events

[kingdoms-and-empires]

Hello hello,

I was wondering how our sibbling use the languge MC taught them?? Like it's more for letters and private setting, or more like Aure can come at ball and spill the tea in french for the confusion of people around??

Our siblings will learn how to speak and write the language as a secret. Private letters will be written in this language, and after Silverhill, the parents and Remmy will want to learn as well for it offers obvious benefits.

How well they learn it though, will vary.

[olderthannetfic]

I get why people some times feel more comfortable writing a comment in their language, even if the fic is not written in said languge, eg: Spanish comment, but the fic is english. I get it, but I also kinda hate it because I just don't know what to do. Since I normally write for small fandoms, I often respond to every comment on my fics, so I always feel like a shitty person if I just ignore that one comment I don't understand. What do you guys do?

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Respond in Spanish, duh. ;)

Okay, okay, for a language I don't know even a tiny bit of, which I don't think has actually come up, I'd run it through google translate, and if it looked like a real and positive comment rather than spam/a flame/etc., I'd respond with an emoji heart or something.

You don't have to engage in a conversation to show that you appreciated the comment, and the worse the linguistic gap, the more trying to do so will just result in a potential mess of miscommunication. (Machine translation between French and English, for example, works reasonably well aside from fandom slang. Machine translation between Mandarin and English is... a thing that technically exists.)

[anarchotolkienist]

This website will eventually make me a defender of the French languge purely because you all give me fucking hives.

"no single letter in 'Oiseux' is pronounced as it should", "as it should" meaning as it would be were it English. The fact that fucking speakers of ENGLISH, the least orthographically consistent languge in the world, have the fucking guts to complain about the orthography of other languages because they literally can't imagine a world which doesn't begin and end with their own experiences.

Can't believe that french people speak French - don't they know how colonial that languge is? Anyway, they should just speak English like me, a language with no such baggage.

It wouldn't annoy me if I didn't know that it's fucking serious, that you people actually do feel superior about this stuff. Genuinely unbelievable sometimes.

[nymphaforesta]

You should give titane (2021) a shot. Its also three hours long and about weird car sex stuff. I don't appreciate the french languge, but it is a good movie imo

sorry i laughed at i don't appreciate the french language HAHZHSHHA btw its on my list already so yes wanna watch it!!! more weird films

[yourlocalqreator]

Rose Headcannons

Warning: Some are Angst

Because rose never got to spend time with her family, even her parents. She sees Captain Price as a father figure and Alyssa as a mother @alypink

Rose got her callsign bc she loves roses

Rose always comforts Simon with his past because she always had to deal with her past, don't worry, he comforts her too :3

People sacrificed their lives for her, She always wanted to sacrifice her life to save her friends

Rose is a ninja-

Price and Rose are related by staff

She makes everyone happy.

One time Rose had a panic attack because she couldn't breathe in her nose and out of her mouth.

Her Favorite Food is like like murochan Ramen

OMG she would love Lana Del Ray

She knows 5 languges English,German,French,Japanese, spaniah

She gets called a kid because shes only 5,0

[miaoqing]

what are you guys' thoughts on loanwords in historical fan/fiction? to me it's so glaring when someone uses a word which is very obviously a french or latin loanword, especially if there is a more native-sounding alternative. for example, "doctor" and "mirror" come from latin for "learned person" and "to look" respectively, and neither of those is actually more precise etymologically than the (more) native english "healer" and "looking-glass", so there isn't actually a linguistic benefit there. if anything it almost sounds better imo because of the more archaic vibe it brings, which fits much better in most historical settings. also, it feels inconsistent where historically accurate measures of time and distance are used with contemporary languge imo. (obviously all words come from SOMEWHERE and some loanwords are just older/less obvious than others; i'm talking about those really obvious ones)

[spaceshipsoutthepool]

for thunderpride asks! 3 and 6 please :D

Thank you!

6. Recommend a favourite piece of queer media

Queer Eye is my go to feel good show.Taz balence and Amesty podcast. lots of gay podcasts actually. Roemary&Tyme + WW feels so gay coded they gets an honarary mention.

3. Introduce a queer OC to the fandom.

I dunno if that meant any or just t-birds/tag? any whoo its more a reintroduce- (from this post )

Meet: Alice Lie. 28 a wee dinky lesbian

more under the cut

pronouns she her experimently they them. nerd (affectionate)

Bit shy Very kind hearted but has awful luck follow her around. romantic. struggles with self confidence about her size (no thanks to gf Zara and her grandma). as well as not so much her gender as this "soft butch futch femme" identiy chrisis shes put her self in in her head. hard of hearing one side wears an aid sometimes.

British Chinese . i can't decide if shes adopted or not but whatever. one of her dad's is Chinese and very keen she grew up knowing and understanding her own histroy as well as everyone elses.

location: currently london. hoping to move a bit closer to the manor and out of city as currently is a tube and a bus ride

education: Perpetual student/Academic. many a uni and schooling including oxbridge, but mostly Lancaster and manchester.has two BA's and gunning for a masters or whatever idk.

eyes: brown hair: naturally Mousy / dirty blonde but does occasionally like to dye it /dip dye the ends pink. might give her a fringe actually.

fashion: cosy dark acedemic and spring colours. often mistken for libraioan school teacher kinda thing. but Penelope's influence and advice grows a bit more bold with pastels and hair stlyes.

Languges: English and Mandarin. some converational german french Bsl and japanese (some comes from her job? but shes takeing classes for all of the above. its a side hobbyoutside of history)

Job: all round Historian, art preservation keeperon toperof , tour guide, cataloger and newest out sourced secretary to the Creighton-Ward Manor on behalf of what ever 2060's equvlent national trust/british heritage is.

relationships:

zara. begining to think her girlfriend isn't the one.

Penelope. alice might have Massive Small crush on her lady ship. does find her find her easy to talk too tho and Penelope does geninuly enjoy hearing Alice info dump. Alice worries Penelope finds her shabby or boring; especially as Penelope seems to find any excuse to gift her clothes and accessories "thier not my size you have them oh this suits you better sort of thing" . No clue what spy secrets her sort of employer is actually hiding. (For now!) bit scared of Lil but lil does actually like her. does despair at alice's struggles cooking for herself that arnt quick meals despite her competence. Parker despite his innital aloofness and wariness of strangers in the house hold, finds Alice a god-send espeilly when he and her ladyship have 'errands' to run. he still calls her Miss Lie more then alice. he does not like some Alice's girlfriend just going off what alice has said. Alice knows her dads would worrie about her hanging around an ex-con so hasnt meantioned that bitthe size of FAB1 makes Alice nervous, would sooner get a lift to the station in Lil's/the garnders runaround, but parker is one of the best drivers she knows. Does get very wound up by some of the guff Parker spouts to the tourists tho and his habit of calling paintings pics and photos.

Wip Story: war on the roses

[mothprincess]

slowly learning 3 languges atm:

french for rococo, impressionism/post-impressionism, surrealism spanish for magical realism and surrealism german for fantasy and surrealism or smth like that smth smth make learning your hobby

[rayraygo1267]

A Gabenath Fanfiction: Admiration in Disguise Chapter Three

Rated: T

Warnings: Minor Languge

Word count: 1,875

Link to Chapter One

Link to Chapter Two

Chapter Three

"What would you like for breakfast Adrien?" Nathalie asked the following morning whilst wiping the tiredness from her eyes, making  her way to the stove. Adrien, who was already perched at the kitchen island, smiled lazily up at her, his arms stretching as he yawned.  

"Can we have French toast?"

"I don't see why not," Nathalie said with a shrug, already cracking an egg into the pan. She was fairly certain that it would be reasonable to say they were both growing tired of Gabriel’s pancakes. In fact, she was herself considering purchasing a cookbook for him, just as a gentle nudge.

As she stirred the mixture of ingredients, her mind began to wander and she started to hum — a melody she didn’t know well but was familiar with — probably one of Adrien’s old piano pieces. Though as the batter began to sizzle, the smell of powdered sugar wafting through the air, the sound of Adrien’s voice snatched her from her thoughts. 

“Hey Nathalie, can I ask you something?” His tone was reluctant which was never a good sign and caused a sense of dread to wash over Nathalie. 

 She had stayed up far too late —  tossing and turning — to think through anything clearly. Her mind felt as if it was in a frazzled mist — her only thoughts being of Gabriel and how she could convince him that she was still a mandatory asset to his goal. Her brain only had room for one pressing matter at a time. 

“Of course Adrien.” She replied anyway, trying her best to mask her exhaustion. 

Adrien perked up, his face brightening, and with as much nonchalance as ever he asked, "So, tonight there's going to be this party with Kitty Section and..."

He didn’t need to finish, his pleading expression was enough to indicate his desire. Nathalie mentally groaned, for she couldn’t deny Adrien when he gave her that look. The look that made her stomach churn with a pungent guilt. The poor boy never got out much due to Gabriel’s rigorous inclinations — and while she found it endearing that Gabriel cared so intently for his son’s safety, she knew that his strict conduct took a toll on Adrien mentally, causing him to feel isolated. 

Nathalie let out a deep rueful sigh, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the handle of the frying pan.

"You may go."

Adrien paused, eyes widening in surprise.

"Really? But what about Father?"

Adrien was right, Gabriel wouldn't be pleased to say the least. Nathalie knew she could convince him though, even if it would require a lot of begging and bargaining on her part. Gabriel was as stubborn as he was dedicated, which to Nathalie was both impressive and infuriating. 

"I'll handle your father," Nathalie placated, sliding a plate of golden-brown French toast his way. Adrien grinned, his green eyes glistening, an uncanny reflection of his mother's. Sometimes when looking at him, all Nathalie could see was Emilie, her eyes, her hair, even her face shape.

He was a spitting image of her — a ghost.

Nathalie could hear the scrape of cutlery as Adrien drenched his French toast in a puddle of syrup. She took hold of her own plate, turning to take a seat across from him. 

Adrien’s gaze was on his food, his eyes unfocused. "Thank you, Mom,” he said with his signature bout of cheeriness as he shoved another bite of French toast into his mouth. 

The dish in Nathalie’s hands nearly slipped from her grasp as Adrien's words registered. Time seemed to warp in that instant as Adrien’s hand flew to his mouth, his fork clattering against the countertop. 

"I—Nathalie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean..." he trailed off, his cheeks aflame.

"It's alright Adrien." Nathalie muttered quickly, her brain still trying to fight through the cloudy mess that was her own complicated whirlwind of emotions. 

She would be lying if she said she wasn't extremely touched by Adrien's sentiment, even if it were accidental, but she couldn’t say it didn’t stir up an emotional tempest within her. 

Personally, she'd never once thought of herself as any type of mother figure, especially to Adrien — that was Emilie’s job — but that didn't mean she didn't ever want to be one.

All those flashing memories of Adrien’s youth came rushing back to her. She remembered all the times she had held, played, and even soothed the young Agreste. She had done all those motherly pursuits in both Emilie’s and Gabriel’s absences because she refused to have Adrien growing up in a world where he felt alone. 

Nathalie was abruptly jolted from her reverie by the sound of a chair scraping across the floor. Adrien appeared by her side, placing his empty dish in the sink. The atmosphere around them now felt fragile, a suspended moment in time.

"I'm really sorry Nathalie.” Adrien began sincerely, arms pressed against his chest.

“I didn't mean to upset you. I just...well ever since mom...disappeared...I've just felt so alone, almost like there was this void in my heart and with Father being so distant—your presence has been a huge comfort to me,” his face brightened, “You truly do mean a lot to me Nathalie. You always have."

Tears glistened in Adrien’s eyes as he spoke, turning and enveloping Nathalie into a firm hug. Nathalie was momentarily motionless, her heart stuttering, but she seemed to pick back up to speed again when she felt a seed of warmth blossom throughout her chest. 

“I’m truly not upset Adrien,” she murmured.  "Not at all, you know that I love you,” she assured him gently.

Adrien leaned back, his features in jeopardy of crumbling, his eyes springing with a fresh set of tears,“You do?” 

Nathalie smiled tenderly, her affection clear in her gaze, “Of course I do. I made a promise to both your mother and father to look after you and I plan to do just that.” 

Adrien pulled her back into his embrace, his grip on her tightening, a joyful cry escaping his lips as he buried his face deep into her chest.

“I love you Nathalie.” He murmured, voice muffled.

Nathalie chuckled wetly, resting her chin on the crown of Adrien’s head, her arms encircling him, “I love you too Adrien,” she whispered.

“Always.” 

Nathalie sighed as her head hit the pillow, a hint of a soft smile forming on her lips, her gaze following the delicate sway of her bedroom’s ceiling fan.  She still couldn’t fully grasp the day’s events.

Her maternal love for Adrien had taken a secure presence in her mind, throwing her off balance from everything she had thought she knew. For over the past decade the Agreste family has been a key part of her life — a constant. She cared for all of them and although she was bound by the constraints of an employer, she couldn’t deny the connection she felt. She wondered — based on what had occurred if it was possible that they felt the same way. Did they truly consider her as part of the family? And if they did what did that entail for their future?

In the beginning, before she had even started working for the Agreste’s, Emilie had been the one Nathalie confided in. For her, Emilie had been a sister. Her first remnant of anything remotely related to a family. Losing Emilie had torn Nathalie apart, like withered fabric. Yet she saw her everywhere — the whole house, everything was her. The kitchenette, the dining room, Adrien’s room, Gabriel’s room, Gabriel’s office, the atrium, the lair — everywhere. Even so, with her presence so fully embedded into the Agreste household, Nathalie couldn’t hold back her grief, which was all the more reason she needed to help Gabriel. 

Thoughts of Emilie, in turn, always led her mind to Gabriel — a man who’s determination and compassion coursed effortlessly through him, as if instilled in his bloodstream. The qualities of which she was enthralled by, all possessed by one singular person whom she admired wholeheartedly. 

Although, she had to admit that something foreign ignited within her when it came to Gabriel. The small fragments of time in which their eyes met — whether in the concealed shadows of the atrium or in the midst of a battle against Ladybug and Chat Noir — time seemed to cease and she couldn’t help but think that she was more — more than just a measly assistant, perhaps even family. And although she may not be an Agreste that did not diminish the fact that she belonged to them.

Gabriel was so kind to her, in spite of his standoffish nature. He didn’t even argue when she told him of Adrien’s plans to attend his friend's party. He merely gave the boy a curfew and told him to have fun, which was certainly unexpected but kind nonetheless.

And if she were being honest, the more time she spent pondering this, the more she felt other feelings begin to surface, feelings that resided in the nooks and crannies of her brain.

Is it possible that what Duusu had suggested could actually hold some truth? For one thing, it wasn't particularly idealized as normal for one to care for their boss to the extent at which Nathalie did for hers. She had thought it to be due to their long lasting friendship and even now all those emotions that came over her whenever they shared a look, or simply brushed a hand, wasn't that all just her deep admiration for a man who was so fervently devoted to his wife?

Or was it something else? 

What did people call it when they felt like they were constantly on the edge of their seat — waiting to let go? The feeling of butterflies was too light of a term, in fact akuma’s would be better for when she sought out these feelings.  All it brought on her was concentrated ambivalence. 

Her loyalty to Gabriel stemmed farther than she ever thought it would. He was her colleague, yet he was her friend and also he was the one person who made her feel.

All her life she fought for herself — fought to work, fought to thrive — Gabriel had given her a job — a life — and showed her what living looked like. Nathalie. Mayura. She got to experience it all, with him by her side, his once infectious smile there to guide her. 

She wouldn’t risk giving him up for anything — no matter how selfish that desire made her. Her feelings concerning Gabriel were as much a part of her as anything else and at last she finally knew what those feelings meant.

Without any warning, as if jostled from an unsettling dream, Nathalie bolted upright in her bed, a cold sweat intruding down the back of her neck and up the start of her hairline. She could feel the erratic thump of her heart against her ribcage and she knew she could no longer bury it, for hearts did not beat with no purpose. 

Even if Gabriel did not feel for her as she did for him, she knew that she had to try.

She had to try because she was in love with Gabriel Agreste. 

In fact, she was utterly, irrevocably smitten.

A/N: Sorry for any grammatical errors. I edited this late at night, but hopefully it turned out semi-good. Anyways, thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed chapter three of Admiration in Disguise! And as always if you have any gabenath fanfic requests let me know!

[opposumghost]

so this exists.

i fucking love the effort put into this, for multiple reasons: 1) it's not the instrumentals and a guy singing. this dude RERECORDED THE FUCKING ALBUM! He would've had to mix this shit! This would've taken sooooooo long. 2) I like how it's not a language remotely close to english. finnish isn't even part of the same language family as english. finnish is a part of the uralic languge family (a group of languages comprising much of northern europe and asia).

most languages in europe are from Indo-european (english, spanish, french, swedish ect.) but don't be fooled, as this family also spreads out to many north indian and west asian languages (like hindi, pursian and pashto).

a lot of those languages share words (like the english 'three', punjabi 'ਤਿੰਨ (tina)' and greek 'tria'). but finnish? FUCK NO! three in finnish is 'kolme' (K from "king', ol from 'old' and 'me' from 'men') so that means this album has almost no words that sound ANYTHING like the original. The only two titles that sound and look like the original are "Pink Triangle" ("Pinkki Kilmio") and "El Scorcho", which is just same same cuz it's spanish. so the result is a set of songs that sound NOTHING AT FUCKING ALL like the originals, with many of the melodies having to be kinda stretched to include the new words and sounds that rivers cuomo never had the fortune of singing 3) OMG THIS WOULD'VE TAKEN SO LONG TO FUCKING TRANSLATE! when you translate you have to take in so much more than just the words themselves you have to take in: change in phrasing, tone, cultural references, how to get the same emphasis into this new language from the one your translating from. and it's SO much worse with poetry and songs. The beat sounds off, the rhyme is completely gone, many translations just sound like nonsense being read aloud if the original lyrics maybe don't rhyme or are more impressionistic. and this is kinda easier with languages like english to french or spanish or swedish that share some vocab and have roots in many languages. but again i will remind you that finnish has none of that familiarity, so how these sounds sound to finnish native speaker must just be WILD!

he also did the blue album ffs

[mokeymokey]

I think what I've got is a bad case of "every foreign language is the same" syndrome aka languge learner's disease only my native languages are added to the mix and all. I blame all the French loans in Greek and the inadequacy of English morphology to express my huge soul

[automatonsintogas]

Profanities a la Rome

Short vovabulary of swear words, experssions and insults in latin I used in my story so far.

I don't know this languge, and I am not confident in my sources. This is only what internet reaserch told me.

Merda - "shit", simmiliar to the most popular french swear word

Cacas - also "shit", not shure what is the difference, presumably in severity

Hoc futuis! - "What a bullshit!" (futuis means something more like "fucking" or "fuckery" tho)

Vermis - "maggot", not really a swear but definetely an insult!

Also something i haven't use but i think is pretty funny:

Te futueo et caballum tuum! – Screw you and the horse you rode in on!

Quid futuis?? - What the fuck?

People are folks, always.