#i don't speak French but Google translate exists

[jus-let-me-read]

Nancy and Robin mid-makeout

Nancy: Say something in french to me

Robin: Oh..uh- j'aime le fromage

Nancy: ... doesn't that mean I like cheese?

Robin: Let me try that again.

[youaresimplylovely]

Fashion n' Cars

Pairings: F1 Grid x Verstappen!Supermodel!Reader Summary: Max Verstappen has a sister who is a famous supermodel but what happens when other F1 drivers start taking interest in her? Warnings: None! fc: Emily Ratajkwoski Proofread!! A/N: Happy 150 followerssss, this is a special post for celebrating our 150 followers. I js wanna say thank you so much for all the support and appreciation. I really do appreciate it, your feedbacks and comments makes my heart flutter. I promise to always give you the best i can and here's to many more <3 and again if u want to be added on my taglist u can input ur user on this form ^^ https://forms.gle/4Pk1HSDjTEg51Xo79

part two part three

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maxverstappen1 beautiful but 4th pic was not necessary schat

ynverstappen im a model. It's my job. 😁

maxverstappen1 i'm sorry?? actually no im not sorry, why are you in my sister's instagram??? @charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc magnifique

ynverstappen thank you cha ^_^

maxverstappen1 stay away from my sister.

user not max being protective HAHAHAHAH

user GRAAAA MILANO FASHION WEEK + YN = FIREEEE

user omg did charles js comment :000

f1 can't wait to see you back on track Y/N

maxverstappen1 to see me win 😎

ynverstappen 😂🫡

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ynverstappen me n' fashion n' cars p.s a big congrats to my brother and to uncle nando and to pierre for a great race <3

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maxverstappen1 dank je schat but where's my picture?

ynverstappen graag gedaan and no <3

fernandoalo_official muchas gracias ☺

pierregasly merci ma belle, c'est merveilleux de te voir à la course

maxverstappen1 back off second french guy

pierregasly you don't speak french.

maxverstappen1 google translate exists.

landonorris was nice seeing you Y/N 🤗

maxverstappen1 stop flirting with my sister kid.

lewishamilton if you're ever looking for a new last name, Hamilton will suit you darling 😍

maxverstappen1 i will crash into you the next race.

carlossainz55 Te ves perfecta en rojo mi amor

maxverstappen1 you're second on my list of "drivers to crash" 😊

user SHUT UP I CAN'T MAX REPLYING TO THE DRIVERS COMMENTS IS SO FUNNY HAHHAHAHA

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ynverstappen he's handsome af

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[leclercsloveletter]

CL16 | friends or not

Summary: You love Charles, but he keeps you treading on the line between friends and strangers. The humiliation and frustration finally got to you.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem reader

Words count: 1842

Warning: mention of sex, angsty I guess? Google translated french

Author’s note: Inspired by Zeph’s song I just love her music so much. This is my first time using tumblr to post fic so let me know if I can improve the formatting somehow to make it easier to read! Thank youu <3

"Hey Y/n, I'm in Monaco today, pull through?"

"Sure, usual time?"

He left a heart reaction to the text, the familiar dance of messages unfolded with practised precision. An occasional catch-up session with Charles over a glass of wine or within the intimate confines of your shared solitude has become the only constant rhythm in your situation with him. In fact, you don't remember the last time it wasn't like this. He texts you when he's around, and sometimes makes plans just to let it fall through at the last second. You understand he's a man of business, always busy and on his feet, but why would he even consider getting to know you when he knows he can't be at least present in your life as a friend? Worse, why did you allow him to get his way?

Charles Leclerc is the type of man to only text back half the time you texted him. You would be lucky if he read your messages, a lot of the time, he resorts to ghosting you for days or even weeks only to reply with short, blunt, generic answers. Sometimes you laugh to yourself at the audacity of this man, a virtuoso of unpredictability, to parade you around like his future girl during intimate dinners with his friends only to burst your bubble when he's back on the road again.

But sadly, Charles Leclerc is more than that. Besides his devilishly handsome face, he donned the facade of the happiest man alive, a veneer that temporarily eclipsed the shadows of uncertainty when you're finally allowed to occupy his precious time. The streets of Monte Carlo bore witness to your interplay of laughter and the tender clasping of hands. With him holding you so close to his chest the paparazzi can't snap a shot of his mystery girl. It gets to your head like a sick disease. Moments like that are when his existence woven itself seamlessly into the fabric of your life.

Between the white sheets plastered on your naked body and the whispers of the Medditerian sea, Charles Leclerc was your Charlie. The Charlie that speaks in fluent waves of serenity about his life on the road. His words are like a siren's song, drowning out the echoes of your longing that surface in his absence. In those stolen moments, he becomes the tranquil pulse that courses through the veins of your shared narrative. You wish you could tear him out of your skin.

"So, how's life?"

You start the conversation, sitting across from him in a restaurant on the edge of Monaco. Charles is gorgeous as always, in his cream-coloured sweaters that you spent many early mornings nuzzled in before he kindly pulled it off your frame.

"Would you believe me if I said it was kind of shit? Could've been a better season I guess. How about you?"

Charles replied with a laugh, sipping on the sweet wine with eyes fixed on you. It should be illegal for him to give you that look, the look that says he has a genuine interest in your existence.

"I can tell, you always call me when you panic. I think I had more calls from you this season than I ever had before."

A quiet acknowledgment, an attempt to make him realise the shared vulnerabilities you had for each other. You look around before continuing, the same restaurant where you first met, linked up through a mutual friend at a dinner party. He gave you his number over a glass of whiskey on the rock, leaving you full of naive anticipation to send the first text.

"I remember the first time I saw you here. I was starstruck to meet you in real life, clinging to every word you said, so excited when you handed me your number. I wish I wasn't the last thing on your mind Charlie."

Words flow out of you uncontrollably, you don't know why you said that. The pain bubbling up and closing behind your throat as you speak intrigues Charles who now wears an expression of confusion and slight frustration.

"What do you mean Y/n? You know how much you meant to me, tu es la meilleure chose sur terre, chérie."

His gaze softens, hands reaching out to pat a stray hair on your head. His attempt at reassurance softened the moment, yet a lingering doubt clung to the air. You wish he meant it, or meant it and not regret it.

"You're looking at me like that again. Like I'm the best thing on earth to you."

"Because you are-"

"Only because I'm the only one to look at. The second best of two is just last Charles."

Over that bar counter where he slipped you his number, when you were dwelling on the heartbreak of your last relationship, or when you found yourself crying in his living room over the loss of your friend, Charles always said he'd be there for you. Yet, in the crucible of reality, the promises seemed hollow. He's only there when nobody else needs him. You're a second thought to him, a blind spot he noticed when it's convenient. But a part of you desperately held on to Charles, wishing, praying, begging that one day you would be promoted to have a position in his life and not just an on-and-off fling he does.

"I'm sorry Y/n, I didn't mean to make you feel that way."

He said, voice just as calm and peaceful as you always knew. But filled with static and signals that you're tired of decoding. Right at that moment, you realise you could either move on or continue being his nuisance. To set yourself free from Charles's hot and cold would mean to be free of the games he set you in.

"Just reply to my text more often Charlie."

But to set yourself free from Charles also means to lose the love you drove through all the mixed signals for.

-

"Mon ange, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing much, just that time you brought me to dinner with Max and Kelly. It was nice."

The street of Monaco, viewed from the inside of Charles' car, was silent on a weeknight, surrounded by the sea where lights and chatters fell into white noise. It felt the same as the night when Charles hit you up last minute since he "didn't have a plus one for a party" which turns out to be just dinner with Max and his girlfriend Kelly who have to go on a work trip abroad next week.

Kelly sat across from you, mirroring one another: Women who are successful in their line of work, flowing with beauty and sophistication, have a world-class F1 driver accompany them while you all sit and gossip. The only difference is that she has a title and you don't.

"So Charles, when will Y/n be making paddock appearances? I think Ferrari would love it if you put on a show for the tifosi."

Max joked, tipsy over the seemingly unlimited alcohol on the table. Charles and you both choked on air, but you were flustered with your heart drumming in your chest, and Charles was trying to hide the scrunch of his nose.

"Ah I don't know Max, we are still trying to figure ourselves out. I'm in no rush to run PR and have Ferrari staging pap on me."

He sighs with a chuckle, Max and Kelly both wear concerned gazes seeing your face drop. In your head, the world stops spinning, he doesn't even have the guts to refer to you as a friend, but just something mysterious and hindering that he has to "figure out". The delicious food suddenly turns sour in your mouth, as sour as the pity he's sparing you by asking if you're alright.

-

"Charles, are we friends?"

"Of course we are, I wouldn't let a stranger in my car yea?"

He said lightheartedly, humming to the song on the radio. You can only let out a sigh, you don't know if he's dumb or he's leading you on anymore. Your desire for him is real, it's running thin by the second.

"Stop the car, Charlie."

"What?"

"We need to talk"

He pulled over carefully, you left the pista so fast it's like the leather was burning holes in your skin. The night breeze hit your already cold skin, Charles brought out a coat you know he kept in the back seat to swing over you. If only this was how it is always, to have him so close and so caring, to be his only one.

"So..."

"Charlie, are you bored of me? Did you realise I'm replaceable? If there's anyone better please just let me know and we don't have to pretend we know each other anymore. Please Charles I'm sick of being led around like your decoration only for you to treat me like less than a friend when you're away."

Silence, he stood in silence with a look you can't recognise after spending so much time tiptoeing around him. Your pleading caught him off guard, he probably didn't know you had a breaking point. Or at least he didn't expect it to catch up to him so soon. Charles pulled you into a hug, a futile attempt to assuage the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I promise we are friends. I'm sorry mon ange, that I made you feel that way. I'm uncertain about us, I don't know what I want from you. I just want to keep you around."

"Charles I'm not just something to keep around. I have my values, I'm a human too. I want you but if you don't want us then just...let us go"

"I don't want-"

"This isn't just about you Charles, it's about me too. I will not sit around to wait for you while you go fuck another girl on a different continent every race season. You either give me something or you let me live."

You tore away from his arms in the outburst. Charles looks lost, heartbroken, just the way you look when he did the same to you. You almost run right back to apologise, to cradle him in your love and swear to never hurt him again. But you can't stand being a pet of his anymore, not when you put your whole soul into this man but still not deserving of a title.

Silence, silence hung in the air so heavy and suffocating as he led you back into the car, and dropped you off at your place. A "bye" so small it got lost in the wind as he drove away. War is over you guessed, even though there was no answer but no answer is better than waiting for a potential answer from him. You pull out your phone, delete his number, delete your pictures, unfollow his private account and let the heartbreak wash over you.

Down the street, Charles felt the same as you do for the first time.

[howlyourmelancholy]

L'amour Existe Encore

summary: in which he speaks french.

warnings: sirius speaking french is its own warning. being dommed in another language. hints of choking, spanking, spitting and dacryphilia. i don't know things happened i didn't expect.

words: 1k.

notes: sirius speaks fench. that's a fact and no one can change my mind. i've neglected to add the translations into this to keep an air of mystery; in my canon the reader doesn't understand him. if you look up the translations and they're not 100% just ignore it, that's google for you.

"C'est ça, bébé."

Sirius' voice dripped over you like a fine wine, delicate and airy in a way that contrasted with the harsh snap of his hips and the way his cock split you open. His large hands kneaded the flesh of your hips as he dragged you back against his pelvis again, the sound of skin hitting skin now sinfully loud, your arse stinging with the imprint of his palms.

He loved you in this state—whiny and cock-drunk, the perfect toy for him to use. Your voice was muffled from how you were pressing your face into the mattress, your arse in the air, and your fingers curled so tightly around the sheets that they hurt. Sirius was holding you beautifully on the edge of Nirvana. Your thighs, no, your entire body, trembled when he ran a hand up your sweaty back, following the divet of your spine until he curled his fingers around your throat, chunky rings biting into your skin as he pulled you up to your knees.

"Arrête de te cacher. Je veux entendre ces jolis sons."

Somehow you managed to suck in enough air to whine when he turned your face to his. His lips smashed against yours in a kiss made entirely of tongue, teeth, and saliva. It was messy, sloppy, and desperate, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips when you finally parted. You stared at him with glassy eyes, your vision blurred with the beginning of tears. Even if your head hadn't been filled with the sound of static noise and crackling flames, you wouldn't have understood what he said.

He was speaking French; that much you knew. Sirius spoke with such tenderness and absolute authority that he was giving you emotional whiplash. It was a sick attraction, him speaking a language you didn't understand—controlling your body, your pleasure, using you in the ways he knew you craved. When he slowed the piston of his hips, switching to a slow, deep grind that had the mushroom head of his cock abusing that sweet spot inside your pussy, your eyes rolled back into your skull and the air was punched from your lungs.

He was carving his way into your guts, hitting the back of your throat. You clawed at his wrist, where he still held your throat.

"Sirius!" You gasped, a sob welling in your chest, as the tears finally fell, leaving streaks of mascara and eye-liner down your cheeks. You could feel your orgasm slipping away. He wasn't fucking you the way you need to be fucked, and he knew it. You felt his smug smirk as he kissed your temple, then your cheek, tasting the salt water of your tears. "M-more, faster, please."

He tutted mockingly behind you, an open palm coming down on your arse, tearing a surprised shriek from you. The sharp zing of pain through your already-burning skin had fresh moisture splashing through your core, cocking the length of his shaft as he bottomed out inside you and stilled. He spanked you again and hissed when your pussy clenched around him, only to release and clench again. "En français."

"S'il te plaît!"

You're sure your pronunciation was wrong because the vowels felt heavy and harsh on your tongue, but he understood. Sirius shoved you onto the mattress and grabbed both your hips in his large hands, his fingertips bruising into your skin in that sick way you loved as he pinned you prone. The drag of his cock through your slick walls was agonisingly beautiful, leaving you desperately trying to push yourself onto his cock when he pulled all the way out, so that only the tip teased your twitching hole.

Sirius was addicted to the sight of your sweet cunt clinging to him and the way your puffy lips stretched and parted to accommodate his girth. He grabbed your arse, filled his palms, and spread you open just so he could watch each inch he had to offer disappear inside you.

"Une si jolie petite pute tu es pour ma bite." His voice was strained, and the words growled through his teeth, but it was the feeling of a fat globe of his spit hitting your puckered hole that made your mind go blank. And then, a second later, he turned ferocious, ruthlessly ramming into you with renewed vigour. You clawed at the sheets as he drove you to the brink of orgasm, your walls clamped so tightly around him.

"Si—fuck—si serré."

It felt like a thunderstorm was roaring in your head. You heard him, felt the droplets of sweat drip from his hair and land on your back, and felt his fingers bruising your hips, but none of it registered in your brain the way it should have. There was only building, mounting, and ruining pleasure that was spreading through your organs and seizing your limbs.

Drool dripped from your chin as you struggled to form a coherent train of thought. "Gonna cum—right there, right there—please, please, Sirius. I need to cum. Fuck me—ah, harder, fuck, fuck—Sirius!" You babbled mindlessly. You were lost, drunk on his cock, and the fire sparking to life inside you. The air was punched out of your lungs without warning. Lightening hit you hard in the chest, turning your blood into electricity and your limbs into life wires.

You come hard and long, crying a pretty symphony made up entirely of his name while he grinds into you, shooting thick, ivory ropes of cum as deep as possible and coating your walls. The chains around his neck tickled your shoulder blades as he rocked into you slowly and lazily, riding the coattails of his own tumultuous orgasm. You're pretty sure you blacked out for a second because, when you finally came down from the thermosphere, Sirius had you curled into his chest, his strong arms wrapped around your still-trembling body.

You could feel the sticky-sweet trail of your combined cum where it dripped down your thighs and could only sigh, the sound light and blissful as you snuggled closer to him. "Ma belle, belle fille." His voice was soft now, filled with adoration and exhaustion as he kissed along the path of your tears before finding your lips.

[battle-of-alberta]

Who speaks the most languages? Also who has the best French?

well this just might be my most ambitious ask in a while :) shout out to the 1.5 francophones who may or may not follow this blog. And also for those 1.5 francos...

Clause de non-responsabilité

J'ai étudié 6 langues mais je suis toujours monolingue. :'(

Je ne suis pas franco-albertaine et je ne peux pas commenter sur le dialecte.

Mon éditrice @randomoranges n'est pas franco-albertaine, elle est québécoise*. Ah, et elle dit, avec plus d'élegance:

"nous pouvons répondre en français, mais svp demandez-nous pas d'le faire trop souvent, sinon notre pauvre artiste ira en burn out, malgré le fait que ses efforts feront rire sa consultante"

*cependant, selon le Lego, mon éditrice n'est même pas considérée québécoise haha >>;

more info below!

I already expect this piece to get less engagement because it's (mostly) not in English, and I'm afraid I'm still going to be more annoying and not provide a translation. As previously I will lean into making a statement Windex-style by purposefully not translating what I've written above into English just because the point of celebrating Franco-Albertan heritage month is, well, acknowledging the unique status of French in this country and how there is an expectation to conform to English in this province that needs a little challenging. I hope if nothing else, it strikes your curiosity enough to painstakingly type it into google translate so you can get half of the banter.

Another question that languished at the bottom of the box for over a year! This was because I felt I should make a real effort to write in French, of course, but also because I struggled with the wording of the question and ultimately didn't answer it. The "most" or the "best" are very loaded terms, so I avoided answering them entirely particularly because we have several languages that risk losing native speakers and because there's a lot of bs wrapped up in what "good" french is that I'm not skilled enough to unpack (though you can read what Windex wrote on this matter earlier on this blog... And here as well).

I have to strike a balance between representing the gang here as individuals (and immortals to boot) who have a lot of time on their hands and some interest and investment in learning languages on one hand... but also as representations of "average" people on the other. Francophone travellers aren't going to find many French speakers outside of airports, national parks, or government services in this province, but it still might surprise you considering all the "everyone outside of Quebec hates French" rhetoric that politicians like to fling around. It's more complicated than that, obviously, but I can mostly talk about my own personal experience with French here. I tried to represent both the reality that Franco-Alberta exists (represented by Ed) and the stereotypical resistance to French here (represented by Calvin, though clearly he understands enough to respond here. I also just think he tries to play dumb on purpose so that others underestimate him, it's all part of the image!)

Finally, I don't speak any of the languages (Michif, Tagalog, Punjabi, Cree) represented here so I hope they pass muster for the purpose of this little comic! ;~;b I have also represented Calvin speaking Mandarin previously on this blog!

oh yeah, and that "english and business" quote is from kevin o'leary who is from montreal so make of that what you will.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

[Y'all I need to get this off my chest pls quoi. Evan eventually learning French... Enjoy!!!]

“Hi… um… bonjour – excuse me? I’m looking for… um…” Evan scanned his call sheet again. It was in French. “Sorry… I can’t read it…”

“Ah, Evan Peet-air?” the lovely French-speaking lady made his name sound like chocolate. He smiled nervously. “Yes, you come with me. I take you there, is quicker.”

“Thanks.” The woman led him to an open field, reachable only on foot for the day since it had rained pretty badly overnight, and the dirt paths had become mud pits. But, with wellies on, they made it.

“Voila. Madame Sharpe is over there, under the tent.”

“Thanks so much, I appreciate it.” Evan followed the path the woman had pointed out to her, and sure enough, huddled around a screen, was Amelia. The first round of shots looked incredible. “Um… hi, Amelia…”

“Evan! You made it! I was starting to get worried!” Amelia stood, moving to the back of the tent with him. “What happened?” He was a good half-hour late, not at all like him.

“I… everything is in French and I can’t read that.” He pulled out the itinerary he’d been given, and the call sheet. “My phone’s not working over here so I couldn’t use Google Translate, and the three people I asked what you said to ask didn’t speak English at all.”

“How did you say it?”

“Parrlay voow Onglay.”

“Close enough…” Amelia smiled up at him, but she took the call sheet and itinerary from him. “But I’ll find out why these are in French. I’ll give you mine for tomorrow, since we don't have the full studio out here. It’s miserable.”

“Belgian weather, though, right?” Evan grinned.

“Sure is!” Amelia sighed. “How are you finding it, anyway?”

“It’s nice. A little different to what I’d expected, but nice. Actually, no-one recognised me in the street earlier – and there’s no paps?!”

“Why do you think I moved here?” Amelia chuckled again. “It’s heaven on Earth and no-one gives a shit about who you are. It’s perfect!”

The scenes they were filming were mainly in the forest, where the ground was thankfully solid and they had cover from the trees if it did start raining. Evan, as was his typecasting, was playing a lover who’d turned out to be a psycho killer (qu’est-ce que c’est, fafafafafa… ) and Amelia was playing the girl who’d gotten away from him, but now was on the run. There was a bit of a magical twist, though, which would take them some time to get done. But by the end of that first day, Evan felt like he’d relaxed fully into the role, even though it was already exhausting.

As the first month wore on, Evan discovered a love for Belgium that he’d never expected to have. Not least because he’d been able to walk down the street and have virtually no-one know who he was, he really felt like he could turn off his brain and just exist. Amelia had taken him around Brussels to show him the sights, but he’d been content to sit in a random bar with a beer and a book and just… be. It had allowed him to relax so fully, he genuinely didn’t want to get back on the plane back to the States, and he still had two months left there.

His friends in the States, however, had identified another possible reason why he didn’t want to go back home: Amelia. It was obvious to the whole world that, if Evan were to have a little more courage, and Amelia were to believe someone could and would want her, that they’d be an unstoppable power couple that would rule the entire cinematic universe. After all of Evan’s failed relationships, and the trauma he’d been through with each (in their own different ways, of course), someone like Amelia would be perfect for him. His friends had tried to tell him that she was perfect because she’d also known trauma. She’d known abuse. She’d known the desire to just fade quietly into the background. She also had her own empire of fame: dance schools across Europe, several in the UK, and a few in the States all generated from her success as a dancer growing up. An Oscar tucked under her belt for a movie she hadn’t thought she was any good in. An actual billion in her bank, but she gave millions away to charities across the world so that she wouldn’t ever end up on the Forbes 30 under 30 list. She couldn’t really go anywhere in the UK or the US because everyone knew her – much like Evan. She understood what he needed. And she didn’t need him for his fame, either.

But Evan couldn’t bring himself to say much more than the basic conversations they’d shared. He’d wanted to open up to Amelia, wanted to tell her everything… but he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk that his heart would be broken again. Besides, Amelia deserved someone far nicer… far better. A decent actor, maybe.

Yet he found himself often sprawled across her sofa as they read out rewritten scenes together, or sitting quietly in the same room as her while she worked, and he worked or read or something. She was happy to sit with him in silence, or scrolling TikTok together, or Instagram, or watching something… he adored her company, and she clearly enjoyed his…

It was Amelia’s lifelong best friend, Charlie, who came to the rescue. Charlie organised a dinner in Brussels with her husband Brendan, Dave (Amelia’s cameraman and content editor) and his husband Tom, and one of their dancing friends, Lotta, and her partner Michel. Charlie invited Evan, and Evan accepted, because he had nothing else to do. What neither he nor Amelia realised was that the evening was actually a moment for Dave, Tom, Lotta, Michel and Brendan to see whether Charlie was insane for thinking Amelia and Evan had something, or not.

And the result was unanimous: they had fucking chemistry.

“So,” Brendan took a seat beside Evan at the dining table. Evan liked Brendan. A chill guy. “Are you going to invite Amelia to that bagel place she’s mentioned three times tonight?”

“What – no? Should I?”

“None of us like bagels, Evan.” Brendan’s eyes betrayed his excitement. “Do it! Ask her out!”

“She won’t want me.”

“How do you know?”

“Because… she deserves someone better.”

“After tonight, I think it’s clear you are better, Evan. Try it. Ask her out.” Brendan touched his shoulder lightly.

Evan was thinking about it. God, how he was thinking about it. Of course he was in love with her. That day, they’d been doing a scene in which Amelia’s character had to lose her shit and hit Evan’s character in the chest repeatedly, in that overdramatic ‘no, no, NO!’ kind of way. But Evan had flinched back when they’d been choreographing the scene out, and Amelia had immediately stopped everything and told him they’d rewrite the scene to have her character react differently.

“Why?” Evan had asked, holding himself.

“Because I’d rather rewrite a scene in a couple of minutes than have you relive whatever you’re currently reliving every time we do a take.” She placed a gentle hand on his arm. “It’s no bother, Ev. I promise. You can trust me.”

He hadn’t needed to tell her about the abuse. Hadn’t needed to explain why he didn’t like being hit, or why he had such a visceral response to women lashing out at him – even when it was scripted. She’d heard the stories. She’d put two and two together, spotted his warning signs, and taken them in her stride and fixed it for him.

Her friends were right. She was perfect.

“Alright,” Evan murmured. He smiled at Brendan tightly. “I’ll do it.”

A little while later, when they’d all gone home save for Evan and Amelia, they went for the metro.

“I’m glad you came out with us today, Evan. I think sometimes being around people who aren’t arseholes is good for you.” Amelia shuddered a little in the cool air. “Do you remember the way back to your hotel?”

“Yeah.” He looked down. A broken person. Amelia pressed her lips together.

“Tell you what,” she smiled. “I’ve got a sofa bed. You can stay with me tonight if you’d like? Then we can maybe figure that shitty couple of scenes tomorrow, over breakfast?” Evan’s face lit up a little. “Oh, and there’s this brunch place close by actually – we’ll head out, grab brunch, and you can practice your Duolingo French.”

And just like that… Evan was completely and utterly on her hook. It’s a dangerous game to play, man, said the little voice in the back of his mind. But he didn’t care. Amelia made him feel safe… and, that night, as he curled up on her sofa bed with a gorgeous view of the stars from the skylight in her rooftop apartment… he realised that he really didn’t want to leave Belgium at all.

End of Part One

oh hi!! 👋🏼 we have another story tweam. lemme read this after i leave the gym 👀

[gorgeousundertow]

FIC WRITER INTERVIEW

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How many works do you have on AO3?

13

What’s your total AO3 word count?

423,658. Hoo boy.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Fundamentally People (Good Omens (TV) Kudos: 782 

The Most Dangerous Thing is to Love (Sherlock (TV) Kudos: 283 

S2.7: 49:07: A De-Montage (Bridgerton (TV) Kudos: 279 

The Opposite of Undercurrent (Sherlock (TV) Kudos: 275 

The Force of The Interaction (Sherlock (TV) Kudos: 238 

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes and sometimes almost immediately after I get them and frequently I stop and reread them and read them aloud and tell everyone they were the best part of my day.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I write exclusively happy endings, because I have a pathlogical need for a happy ending, and every fic I've written happened because I wanted it to exist so I could read it. That said, maybe From This Day To The Ending of The World? Because...it's still a little complicated? (Not really though, it's still A Happy Ending TM)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Uh. They're all really happy. But I think Fundamentally People was the sweetest.

Do you write crossovers?

Haven't yet!

Have you received hate on a fic?

No, never have (thank heavens)

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Ohhhhh yes. Looking at my fandoms, it's often the "oh no, what's happening I seem to be very attracted to you, what can that possibly mean? NOTHING AT ALL CLEARLY except we should do that more but never ever talk about and certainly not talk about FEELINGS." Sometimes it's that. Sometimes it's "ohholygodwecanbonebecauseyoulovemetoowhew." One time it was "We are in love and married but Victorian Repression so we don't quuiiiiiite know how to do sex?"

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Or they're in process, anyway...

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No! It would be very fun to try, though!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Johnlock Winnix Ineffable Husbands Brad/Nate Why would you ask someone to choose between their best beloveds?

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I'm pretty good about finishing, actually. I have some ideas kicking around that I might never get to, but I don't have anything I've genuinely started that I've left undone.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm very good at dialogue, and decent at pacing (current fic-in-progress notwithstanding grrr). I think I capture voice pretty well.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not always great at setting a scene. I tend to rush through, and I feel like I'm capable of quite lovely writing, but I'm impatient and skip over it. I'm not always great about plotting - I long to write something heavily plotted and gripping, and then I'm like...crickets.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Whelp, as somebody with one (1) language skill, I'm not great at it. On occasion, I've needed to use another language--Russian and German have come up recently, I've called upon Good Old Google Translate which is obviously not ideal, but I checked in with a couple of friends when I wasn't sure it was correct. One time I intentionally used Bad French (it was for Aziraphale, who is supposed to be bad at French, and a French-speaking reader was very upset. I explained why I did it, and it was fine, but it was pretty funny).

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

My very first fanfic was for Twelfth Night because I am a Giant Nerd.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I'm in the midst of a Gen Kill fic, so that's on its way. I want to write IronStrange! And Webgott!

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

I'm very proud of From This Day To The Ending of The World. It was a new form of storytelling that I'd always wanted to try, and I'm really happy with how it turned out. I'm also really pleased with The Most Dangerous Thing is to Love because it did exactly what I wanted it to do (i.e., it was the fic I wanted to read).

Wheeee tagging @jenkil @latibvles @basilone and anyone else who feels like it!

[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: aymeric cassel x gn reader (Cyberpunk 2077)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: thanks to modern live translation, international couples can thrive.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.05k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: google-translated german and french

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: reader speaks german, but isn't strictly german nor swiss. why german? i'm learning it (i dont have a picture yet again c'est la vie)

☾⋆☆⋆☽

Switzerland is not like he'd imagined. What did he know about it? By comparison, most things are expensive, but compensated by jobs' higher pay; the usual crime gangs are almost nonexistent, not many skyscrapers, just as many homeless, the flag is square.

Eh, well, the people were nice enough. No chit chat, thank God, they tended to be more kept to themselves; he could fit in here.

Oh, but it's all terribly dull–Aurore would say it even worse–and it's all because she is now wanted by a crime syndicate in their own homeland that they are laying low in Switzerland. Agh, at least he speaks one of the languages, he blends in.

But his host, offering to hide him and his twin? The host is good, has been great, will continue to be wonderful, and he is so grateful.

Aymeric's never imagined this, falling in love.

He hasn't imagined finding someone to fall in love with at all, the decade of 2070 isn't exactly filled with the best people, him and his sister included. Plus, he's always been too busy to even think about it, unlike his rambunctious sister. There's always been a current job and another one on the horizon, but now he's got nothing to stress over.

He hasn't imagined the feeling of falling in love either. The sweat, the color on his face, the heat of his cheeks, the yearning in his chest, the warmth of you.

"Comment s'est passée ta journée?"

"Gut, aber...landweilig."

Modern technology, live translation and subtitles, made it easier for international partners to exist together, to love each other.

Aymeric smiles, sitting down on the couch right next to your tired form, handing you a coffee. You take a sip, it's just the way you like it; funny, considering he doesn't drink coffee himself.

"And you?" You ask, leaning against the arm he wraps around the back of the couch, around you. (Und du?)

"Boring too, yeah." He sighs, looking away for a moment. "You are what illuminates my day, after all." (Ennuyeux aussi, ouais. Tu es ce qui illumine ma journée, après tout.)

"What's with the flattery today?" You chuckle, putting your coffee down on the table. You don't need all of it, he's there to wake you. (Was hat es mit der Schmeichelei heute auf sich?)

"Can't I be nice to you?" Aymeric's expression is always quite passive, so the narrowing of his eyes with very clear sass is welcomed with a laugh. (Je ne peux pas être gentil avec toi?)

You shake your head at him, then let it settle against his arm, "No, you're right. Do be nice to me more often, though?" (Nein, du hast recht. Sei aber öfter nett zu mir?)

He rolls his eyes at that, "Oh, shut up." (Oh, ferme la.)

You give him a pointed look, in turn, "Where is being nice now?" (Wo ist jetzt nett zu sein?)

The two of you settle down for some nice relaxation, your head against his arm, your sides pressed against each other, his hand on yours, and watch the TV. Local news, never exciting, the odd traffic accident or two, or something about the government. Much like the time you've spent apart today, it's dull.

"I have an idea." You perk up suddenly, raising your head from his arm. (Ich habe eine Idee.)

"That so?" He sits up a little to better look at you, turning the TV volume down without tearing his eyes away from yours. "What is it?" (C'est vrai? Qu'est-ce que c'est?)

"Let's turn off our translators." (Schalten wir unsere Übersetzer aus.)

"What?" He asks, a sharp quoi? you recognize. It's a silly idea, you know it, he does too. Why would he willingly decide to stop understanding you?

"I wanna see just how much German you've picked up from me." You defend, shooting him a cheeky smile he can't shoot down. (Ich möchte sehen, wie viel Deutsch du von mir gelernt hast.)

He has to tear his eyes away from your smile to consider it in his own terms. "That's..." It wasn't so much a bad idea, actually. It might just be fun. What else has he got to do with his time, anyway? "alright, maybe it does sound fun." (C'est…ok, peut-être que ça a l'air amusant.)

"Sehen? OK." (See?)

You turn off your translator, as does he, washing a momentary blue sheen over both your irises to signal the quick action.

You begin first, tentatively, "Um, also, Aymeric?" (so, Aymeric?)

"Ce n'est pas exactement un mot allemand." He says, in French, and you definitely have no idea what he's saying, or well, you've got a hint: allemand meaning "German", and "Ce n'est pas" being quite a basic French thing: it is not. (That's not exactly a German word.)

You laugh, piecing context together, "Du hast recht, das ist es nicht." (You're right, it isn't.)

His eyes flash for a moment, not blue, but inquisitively. "J'ai raison?"

Raison? Reason? That's kind of English. You've only got the basics from high school you learned what feels like long ago, but you know what reason means. "Oui, du hast...raison." (Yes, you have...reason.)

Oui, he likes the way you say oui, it's cute, especially because you imitate his accent. He thinks back on what he's heard you say, "Kaffee, mit Milch, zwei Würfelzucker." (Coffee, with milk, two sugar cubes.)

You laugh, and though maybe it should make him a little embarrassed, he only thinks about how he likes the sound. He didn't quite nail the "ü" but you understood. "Vous ne buvez café." (You don't drink coffee.)

You had missed some things, mainly "pas de" after "buvez", but he understood. "Du hast recht, ich ne trinke pas kaffee." (You're right, I don't drink coffee.)

And he used French negation instead of German. "Okay, genug davon." You shake your head, "Ich habe tatsächlich etwas zu sagen." (Alright, enough of that. I actually have something to say.)

Aymeric has no idea what you've just said, but knows that perhaps you want to change topics by the way you shake your head. He's still confused, anyhow, but that feeling fades away when he feels your hand reach past his face and touch the cool chrome at the back of his head, one of his most vulnerable points, the netrunner connection. He can't help but gasp, and his eyes follow your arm until he can't see it anymore, past his head; and yet, he doesn't pull your hand away, nor his head away, because he knows he's safe with you.

"Aymeric." You say, catching his attention, calling his eyes back to yours. "Je t'aime." (I love you.)

"Ich liebe dich auch." He returns. His eyes swirl, again, not blue, but with adoration. (I love you too.)

You continue to hold him with a hand of his chrome, while he reaches to hold you, his fingers tracing over the shard port behind your ear. His lips near yours and you kiss, holding each other.

Maybe you will never learn each other's languages, but you will continue to understand each other beyond that.

[hematomes]

You should correct it. I am very interested. Just do it on your own post mayhaps?

YOU ASKED FOR IT im gonna do it here then <3 disclaimer i only speak france's french as i was born and raised there (shudders), not the one spoken in belgium, switzerland or québec so some of it might be lost on me for that reason!!

first the original post

none of the funny horny expressions actually exist.

"coup de fou" means nothing, "foutre" does mean cum but i have never seen the expression "coup de foutre". most likely google translate fucking something up/translating words individually

next, this part

this is... mostly wrong (so much for an interesting fact). first, it doesn't "work for nearly every word" (i can't even find ONE example that would actually be rude), and it's not specific to french? it's literally only used as an apostrophe (figure of speech). for example you could (if you were kind of arrogant/rude, in my opinion) call a waiter by yelling "garçon !" (= boy), but just saying "fille" (= girl) has NOTHING to do with sex workers unless the context is already about sex workers. and calling a waiter by screaming "boy" at him also feels on the same length of rude in english so im genuinely confused at that entire addition

i guess we use the expression "fille de joie" (= girl of pleasure/joy) for sex workers, but even then... nothing to do with articles? i just don't know what the person adding this ever meant. so im not gonna say it's entirely wrong, it might just need further explanations..?

and finally, this part

now this one might be a thing from french teachers as they teach "proper" french (ive seen someone else mention something similar in the replies so it's not an isolated case of a weird teacher) but that's also not correct AT ALL, it all relies heavily on context and literally no one will look at you weird if you say "je suis excité" in a non-sexual setting. so yes, you can translate "im excited" with "je suis excité", im even encouraging you to do so instead of looking for a complicated way to say it.

technically, yes, "je suis excité" can mean "im horny", but no one uses it like that (except maybe in porn but if you take porn dialogue seriously i don't know what to tell you). it'll most likely be "tu m'excites" (= youre turning me on/you turn me on) or some sort of slang. another possibility is using a modifier: je suis SUPER excité, for example, but even then it's not sexual at all unless the context is. french dirty talk generally makes me cringe tho so i don't exactly know the specifics

in 99% of contexts "je suis excité" will be used the same way as "im excited" is in english. i personally use "surexcité" (= overexcited) most of the time but that's because im just very dramatic at all times

THERE YOU HAVE IT. bullshit post for the most part, but un baiser vs baiser is true (with baiser having two meanings: to kiss (slightly old/posh) or to fuck (slang). same with verge meaning penis

TLDR; the crucial thing that this post overlooks in my opinion is the notion of context rather than grammar and misplaced syllables/letters.

the exact same word can be used in vastly different ways depending on the context; for example, "boulot" means job but if you see it under a post of an attractive individual, then it's slang for "id fuck them".

fun fact btw to follow the trend of the original post: while verge means penis, verger means orchard

[porcelainmortal]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you for the tags, @firenati0n and @myheartalivewrites!

How many works do you have on ao3?

Nine

What's your total ao3 word count?

72,997

What fandoms do you write for?

Red White & Royal Blue ❤️🤍💙

Top five fics by kudos:

it happened on a lake

handy for a handyman

a brit in brooklyn

when the curtains call the time

falling in a 5+1

The way that my handyman!alex series tapers off in kudos highlights how many people read the first part but have yet to read the rest!!

Do you respond to comments?

Yes, I try to respond to all of them! I appreciate that people took the time to comment, so I like to take the time to let them know it.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None, happy endings only for my boys. 😁 Technically, being enough ends on a bit of an angsty note, but it's just a short snapshot of a moment in their lives, so it's not really the end of the story.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

They all have happy endings, but it happened on a lake looks into the future, so we get to see where they will end up. (Also there may be another chapter coming of this but shhh you didn't hear that from me.)

Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. I did get one comment on my angsty multi-chap that said Henry was pathetic. I thought that was mean, he's just Henry going through a hard time. And one comment on another fic that pointed out an editing mistake (which I appreciated) but then didn't comment on the fic at all. Like... is that all you took away from this? 😢

Do you write smut?

Yes. I sure do. 😆

Craziest crossover:

It's not technically a crossover, but it's also not *not* a crossover; the song of alex & henry has FirstPrince discussing The Song of Achilles and the similarities between them.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, not yet. But I'd be open to it!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I don't know how good I'd be at that. But it happened on a lake exists entirely because of @rmd-writes.

All time favorite ship?

Alex & Henry, hands down.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't know if I could completely abandon a WIP. I have some fic ideas that I have written a couple of paragraphs for that might not get fully written, but I don't consider those to be WIPs. They are really just slightly fleshed-out ideas.

What are your writing strengths?

I have surprised myself with my ability to write sexy, flirty banter. I think I learned from reading all the best fic writer over and over again. When I am writing Alex and Henry, it just flows so easily. I feel like conversation in general is fairly easy to write; sometimes I have to force myself to add in some exposition.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I am not good at world-building. I don't have a ton of patience for setting a scene or explaining things. I want to get better at those things, so I was thinking of challenging myself to write a fantasy au or a historical au. I'm just so afraid of getting the details wrong. As a perfectionist, it can be hard to work past those things that make me uncomfortable.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I love to read it - and thank goodness for Google Translate - but I haven't written any because I don't speak any other languages besides English. I am learning French so I might throw some of that in eventually, but if any native Spanish speakers want to offer their services so I can throw some of that in for Alex, please let me know!

First fandom you wrote in?

Twilight, when I was 21. Don't judge me. 😅

Favorite fic you've written?

Ah, I don't know! They all have such a special place in my heart. But honestly, my handyman!alex series has been incredibly gratifying. Not just writing it, but the comments that I've gotten on it.

That said, the Big Sad fic that is still a WIP is going to be something special, I think.

No-pressure tags for @cha-melodius @iboatedhere @orchidscript @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise

And whoever else wants to play!

[anorc-writing]

Pointless Bio time.

Largely a clone of my old FFN profile.

Welcome

Have fun reading my fics. I have had a lot of fun writing them, so hopefully you can have some fun reading them. Even the non-happy ones. They're fun too, like spicy food.

To quote Terry Pratchett "Writing is the most fun you can have by yourself."

What's my problem, dude? Why can't Harry just be an Alpha male?

(That's not actually a thing. Even Wolves don't work like that.)

I like to play with the conventions of fanfiction. E.g. with  Harry Potter, messed up kid.That kid already had PTSD before the war ended, and had an abusive upbringing. He's gonna have a bad time.

I'll take a trope and apply either crack or common sense to it. Often with naturalistic characters; not Naturalists who go naked, but people who act where possible like real people. And I'm always going to think about the ecological context of magic and thus try to find a way for the original author's worldbuilding to with as few changes as possible to be a stable system. If it was unstable, it would have collapsed in the many millennia since magic was discovered. I'm not advocating (Rowlings) socio-economic conservatism, just assuming that the original works describe a world that existed before the work, and probably afterwards too.   My series of stories about marriage contracts are technically a polemic against them. Who'd have thought.

Typographic conventions

In general I use the following typographic conventions.

"Speech" 'thoughts' 'writing being read by character'

I often don't write out parseltounge in English, just putting in speech that looks like hissing. Occasional "$parseltoungue$" occurs because VMS is cool. (If you understand the reference, you win.)

Unusual words in capital case in dialogue might be Vocal Emphasis. Try saying it aloud. Ditto. For. Over-Punctuated. Speech. (they're angry, or impersonating Alan Rickman playing Severus Snape.)

Sometimes FFN imports a section and bolds the whole thing because it ate a bold sentence at the start and got stuck thinking it's all bold. Not my fault. But tell me anyway.

Oh and people with very old english surnames that have double letter like Jasper fforde (great real world author, please read him) don't necessarily use a capital. double letters predates capitals.

PLEASE NOTE

I don't speak any languages but English. Google translate is responsible for the poor state of non-english languages in my stories. Unless I'm parodying the character, who doesn't speak the language. If you do speak the language, it should be clear from context, unless it isn't. I'd do better but I'm too ignorant. For those reading along in English: Occasional non-english text inserts occur. Life's like that.

An example : In 'Careers Day ch1', Theo Nott who is from a wealthy pure-blood family, understands the Headmistresses broken French but replies in German. What could he possibly be trying to communicate? I beg of you please, get my jokes. Or my characters. Unless they write their own dialogue for some reason. Is that... method writing when the character writes their own dialogue?

I will generally write in 3d person, semi objective and may change P.O.V. character occasionally. Sections of dialogue may not contain much description. Some reviewers don't like it. Maybe I'll rewrite it one day with more description, but I tend to ignore the surroundings and focus on the conversation in real life, so it bleeds through into my text. Occasional accidental transitions into present tense occur. And occasional intentional ones: to be intentionally jarring: something very unpleasant is generally happening and the character, and you, dear reader, by association are possibly dissociating a little.

Unreliable Narrators

My POV characters are not omniscient: They may record things that didn't happen exactly as described. Some lie or are mistaken.

Official authorial excuses section

I write to amuse myself, which means when it feels like work I don't do it. This is a hobby, not a job.

Chapter-at-a-time isn't working for me so there will be a period of lack of progress on some stories. There is writing happening, and it will get posted eventually.

Typing:As I have arthritis and am dysgraphic; I can't hit the key I want to reliably. I have to type then edit every line about four times, for get readable English. On writing days I will finish the day in pain. To quite the princess bride: 'life is pain, princess, anyone who tells you otherwise is trying to sell you something.'

Beta: Don't have one. Yes, this is all un-beta'ed. I have tried getting beta's and I'm going to try again one day. Today is not that day.

Cursed Child: I will use elements from it, but don't take it as really canon. My rehashes of it are generally parody. And for the love of merlin don't read it, you might as well read My Immortal instead!

Honestly this bit is canon

BOOKS=CANON. Films not so much unless I want to.

Harry Potter: Is thin, has messy black hair and green eyes. And ends up fairly tall. So not Daniel Radcliffe, and I often have Harry disguise himself by making his hair brown and flat, eyes blue, and his face chunkier. Mr Radcliffe has a much wider chin than Harry does. And if Harry hasn't got PTSD, I'll eat a hat. For all of that, by his sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry is canonically fanciable. Even Hermione says so (his eyes anyway, which are bottle-green not emerald dammit.)

Hermione Granger: Isn't Emma Watson. Get over it. She's got buck teeth, big frizzy brown hair and pale skin, she's prone to sunburn and blushing. And has some fairly bad habits. Read the books to find out what they are. Spoiler: bossy, thoughtless, resorts to violence, defers to authority figures.

Ron: Has red hair and a big (long) nose. He's tall, gangling and has a long nose and freckles. He's a 'regular bloke' who manages to get good grades with hardly all that much work. He misses out on being as pretty as Bill Weasley was before Bill got scarred up.

The Weasley twins aren't tall. Sorry, the movies lied to you. They're stocky. They play Beater in Quidditch.

Harry has a tiny circle of friends. He never talks to Fay Dunbar, who's in Gryffindor, and the same classes as him for six years.

[frenchcultureblogassignment]

Post #5

The official language of France is French. France is very proud of its language and has it named the official language in its constitution. French is not only the official language of the country, but it is also the most commonly spoken language in France. A lingua franca is a common language used for communication between people who have different language backgrounds. In other words, it serves as a bridge language that enables individuals with different native languages to understand each other and engage in effective communication.

In the context of my selected country (France), the use of English as a lingua franca could be very useful. As stated before, lingua franca serves as a bridge for language understanding. If I were to communicate with a person from France in English, the lingua franca may allow me to communicate better. Of course this depends on if the other communicator has any English understanding. It's important to remember that not everyone may be fluent in English, particularly in more rural or older generations (for example). Being respectful of the local language (French in this case) and cultural customs is still essential for effective communication. 

Here are some common words translated to French: 

Hello! - Bonjour! (bon-zhoor)

Yes - Oui (wee)

No - Non (noh)

Please - S'il vous plaît (seel voo pleh)

Thank You - Merci (mehr-see)

Can you help me? - Pouvez-vous m'aider ? (poo-veh voo meh-dey)

I don't understand - Je ne comprends pas (zhuh nuh kohm-prahnd pah)

I don't speak (French) - Je ne parle pas (francais) (zhuh nuh parl pah frahn-say)

My name is (Caleb) - Je m'appelle (Caleb) (zhuh mah-pehl (Caleb))

I found that a few of these words were somewhat difficult to pronounce. One of those words was comprends, and pas. The ‘r’ is pronounced differently, and the ‘d’ and ‘s’ are also pronounced differently from English. These words are particularly important to learn because They allow you to greet people, be polite, ask for assistance, and express your needs. Additionally, these words/phrases are very helpful for navigating daily life in this country. 

In order to further see how French and English compare, I translated a French fashion week article to English using google translate. I noticed a couple of things. First, google translate did a pretty good job. I was able to understand the translation very well, with almost no strange  changes to words/phrases. Alough, the translation did shorten up one phrase within the article. This may be because the English language has a more appropriate/understandable phrase, or the translation technology may have been slightly mistaken.  The phrase "Language influences our view of reality" encapsulates the idea that the language we speak and the words we use to express ourselves shape/filter our perception of the world around us. For example, different languages may have specific ways of naming people, addressing individuals, or indicating social status. This can influence how individuals perceive their identities and the identities of others. The words that exist themselves also shape our reality/thoughts. For example, if a language lacks a specific term for a particular idea, it might be challenging for a speaker of that language to grasp or articulate that concept.

[jehuty00]

The basics - n°2 - Impulses (or drives)

What is an impulse ? My God, this question is important. An impulse is something that comes by itself, spontaneously. A movement that appears by itself. Example: The heart beats on its own, without the help of your will. Hunger grows by itself and imposes itself on the individual. The dream appears on its own, spontaneously, when the will is at its weakest level. The animals reproduce at the same time, depending on the heat season. The lion eats the gazelle, the gazelle grazes on the grass, and the man stands. In order for a newborn to appear, cells divide, multiply, then agglomerate in certain places, according to a very precise logic. And it all happens, again, on its own.

I have already guessed the answer to the following problem. But I have to say it explicitly. This is the problem: more often than not, drives are equated with subsistence alone, survival alone. This is how they are only brought back to the body, or to something gross. First, there is nothing gross about survival processes, or instinctive ones. Animals aren't perverse (I'll explain what perversion is one day). But above all, drives can exist in many states, many forms. Moreover, some impulses are more subtle than others, the problem being that in this case, it is difficult to notice their existence. But there is a perfect candidate to translate subtlety and omnipresence. I mean the dream of course. What is a dream if not something that comes by itself? When the one you think you are - the personality - has the least influence. The dream is like a secret, parallel life. Dreams are capable of producing situations, images, emotions, sensations of great beauty. Who has never been amazed by a dream? They are able to create things that you never thought you could imagine. Who has never learned, or had an idea based on a dream? Not to mention the mystery they arouse. So. We dream every day. And the dream drive cannot be explained by the survival of the body alone. And there are a plethora of other drives. Basically, everything that falls under the category of the unconscious belongs to it: missed acts, slips of the tongue, fantasies, desires, signs/synchronicities, trances... So many actions that go beyond our conscious self, which does not understand anything. Besides, let's use the category of the unconscious a little more to answer a question. Are impulses more subtle than thoughts? Of course yes. If some impulses are obvious, very visible, others are so subtle that we do not see them at all. This is also why we speak of unconsciousness when we consider the invisible drives of an individual. Example: You don't realize that every time a certain work colleague comes into your environment, you manage to walk away, you always have something to do. The truth is that you can't stand his presence, but you haven't admitted it to yourself because, in everyone's eyes, he's supposed to be nice. The thought, on the contrary, does not escape us. Be careful, the category of the unconscious is quite correct to designate individual drives, but the great drive reality easily goes beyond what concerns the individual. In fact, we find them all the time all around us. Men spawn on their own with two arms and two legs, trees spawn on their own, etc. These so-called natural phenomena create themselves, spontaneously. These are all impulses. Well, if you're smart, there's a big connection to be made with what's been said before. Note, you can also go in another direction. It doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is: the inner flame! If it's bubbling, whatever's bubbling, it's good! That's where the truth is, there and not elsewhere! So unlock the secrets of the universe! But eat a little something first.

Warning : this is a translation with google, and few corrections. But still, the text is full of mistakes. Sorry, I don't want to spend too much time to translate. Of course I'm not a native speaker, and my original work is in french.

Warning 2 : Every article is related to the others, so it's difficult to understand without reading everything in order. Look at the numbers to be chronological. Good luck.

[yup-thats-me]

Movie and Cuddle nights || T. Chalamet x reader

i love you and your work and if it is okay with you was wondering if you could write some about the reader being out with her girls zendaya and saoirse and then she comes home and timothee is all needy and clingy request by @stopimtryingtoreid

pairing: Timothée/reader, Zendaya/Tom

summary: Timothée being clingy after reader comes home from a day out with Saorise and Zendaya

warning/this post contains: movie nights, clingy!Timothée, snacks, speaking French, sweet french nicknames, Google translated french, the movie "Silver Linings Playbook"

a/n:took me a while but here you go :3 hope this was what you had in mind or at least it lived up to your expectations <3

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PLEASE IF ANY OF THE THINGS MENTIONED ABOVE TRIGGERS YOU DO NOT PROCEED

"Bye girl. See you in like a month's time," Zendaya waved from the car seat. "Yeah and please do remember we exist okay, Y/n?" Saorise added.

You shook your head at them. "Get gone now. Tommy boy's probably whining for Daya to get home," you smirked, Saorise laughing at the comment.

Without another word, Zendaya started the car and zoomed down from your parking lot with Soarise screaming at her to slow down. You had caught a glimpse of Daya blushing bright red.

Giggling, you made your way to the front door. The group of you three, which the internet had named "Charlie's Angels," were out for the day. Catching up on each other's life and talk like you'd always do. With your new projects coming up and all the interviews, and the filming, any of you barely had the time to contact each other. So, yesterday you made a plan to meet. Safe to say, you had a great time.

You could hear Timothée's footsteps ascending down from the stairs. In a fraction of seconds, he was at the door, a smug smile on his lips.

"Mon amour! I missed you so much!" He greeted, pulling you in by the waist, and hugging you tightly.

"Hello baby," you kissed his cheeks. "Missed you too."

He hugged you in a manner that his face was flushed against the crook of your neck. You could feel him inhale your scent. "You smell so good, y/n", he complimented.

You walked with him still wrapped around your waist like a koala and fell on the couch in the living room. The house was fairly clean just as you left it except some objects misplaced form their original places. You tried to get up from the couch but Timothée held your wrist, preventing you from going anywhere. "You just came. You can't go nowhere I wanna cuddle!" He poured.

You smiled at him. "Let me freshen up at least? I'll be back in the blink of an eye," you ran your fingers through his soft, brown curls, loving how soft the strands felt.

He presented to think for a while before he sprang up from the couch. "Alright but be quick."

You nodded your head walking towards the bathroom. It took you around twenty minutes in the bathroom. Unbeknownst to you, Timothée had set up the tv and was ready for you to come so that he could cuddle the hell out of you.

"jolie fille, I'm waiting!" He called for you.

"Coming!" Although he couldn't see you, you blushed at the nickname. Pretty girl. Damn right you were his pretty girl.

After a few more minutes, you came in the bed room dressed in his sweatshirt and a pair of shorts."I don't remember there was a movie night in my schedule," you remarked, seeing him all ready for the movie and cuddle session.

He shook his head. "Mhm. There wasn't but I wanted it to. Do you not want it?"

"No no. I want it," you got in the bed, sitting beside him. You were planing to lay your head on Timothée's shoulder, but he beat you to it, cuddling you like a koala does to tree. You giggled.

You watched the screen, your hands softly messaging his scalp. "What we watching?"

He went through the movies displayed on the screen, searching for a one that he likes. You looked around the bed to see all the necessary things present there. A soft blanket, a water bottle, your favourite pillow. Everything without the most important thing. Snacks.

Just as you were about to tell Tim that you'd go and get some snacks, he landed on a movie.

"Ah the perfect. Silver Linings Playbook."

You felt a bit guilty to get up from the comfortable position just when he landed on an appropriate movie. But a movie night without snacks is not a movie night at all.

"Mon doux, I'm so sorry but I have to get the snaks. You forgot them. Without snacks, there's no movie night at all," you pressed a kiss on his forehead.

He whined at you. "I wanna cuddle and all you're doing is going away from me," he said dramatically.

You as well gasped dramatically. "Monsieur n'osez pas me blâmer! Allez je vais faire vite promis" (Sir don't you dare blame me! C'mon I'll be quick I promise) you began speaking in an aristocratic French accent.

He sighed giving up. "Okay. You win."

When you got up the bed, he did too. Timothée was following you lie a puppy as you collected the various snacks from around the kitchen.

"Timothée why are you following me?" You asked, turning to face him.

"So that I don't get lost in this huge house," he poured like a toddler.

"You'd get lost in our house that you've been living in since the last four years?" You quirked your brows at him.

He avoided your watchful gaze, shifting his weight from one feet to the other. He gave up when he sensed you wouldn't let him go by without an answer.

"Alright...I missed you so much. I just want to be with you."

You smiled at your boyfriend brightly. How cute can he possibly get?

"Awwe my baby, c'mere," you pulled him for a bear hug. "I love you so much you know."

"I love you too, mon angé. Now c'mon the movie's waiting and I've been deprived of my cuddles that I so deserve", he pulled your wrist, giving you little time to actually gather the snacks from the counter.

As soon as you got in the bed again, he cuddled up immediately. You smiled, running your hands through his hair.

[vestaldestroyer]

Clover Kingdom is Multilingual

- A Black Clover Headcanon

The characters in Black Clover have their last names and spell names in various languages, namely English, French, German, and Latin. Considering how much weight do the Clover Kingdom people put on differences between classes, I think it wouldn't be impossible for each class to speak a different language. So, here's my take on multilingualism in the Clover Kingdom:

Royalty

Let's start from the top. If I understand their class system correctly, there are three royal families: Kira, Silva and Vermillion. Now you might notice that Fuegoleon and Mereoleona have their spell names in Latin, and the Silvas' last name is also Latin (it means forest. I doubt that was intentional, but whatever, it fits my headcanon.)

(Let's ignore characters like Mimosa and Silva family who have spell names in Japanese and assume that they're also meant to use Latin, Tabata-sensei was just too lazy to struggle with Google Translate every time he wants to write a fight scene, which is understandable.)

So, Latin is the Royal Tongue of the Clover Kingdom. I imagine that just like here, the Royal Tongue is a dead language, but royals learn it at school so that they have something to prove they're "better" than nobles. In real life, they don't use the Royal Tongue to communicate (unless they don't want to be understood) and just talk in Noble Tongue.

It would be funny if the reason why the king is so unpopular is because he makes his speeches in Royal Tongue, so no one can understand much unless Julius interprets.

Nobility

Nobles have last names (Lunettes, Vengeance, Boismortier, Vaude, etc.) and spell names (Hamon's Glass Magic) in French, so that's the native language of nobility. It was probably derived from the Royal Tongue.

Nowadays, all of nobility as well as royals speak in the Noble Tongue, so if you entered the headquarters of Golden Dawn, Silver Eagles or Crimson Lion Kings, that would be the language you'd hear.

It's cute to imagine Klaus helping Yuno learn the Noble Tongue in their free time between missions so that he can fit in better.

Commoners

The Common Tongue is English. However, it's not just the native language of commoners, it also serves as the lingua franca of the kingdom. Everyone speaks it. If you entered the headquarters of Black Bulls, they'd all speak in Common Tongue.

(I can't think of many examples right now, I'll add more if I remember someone else, but Rebecca's last name is in English, and Gauche has spell names in English because he's a fallen noble so he probably prefers to hide what his native language is, similarly to how Finral changed his last name to a kind of mix between English and French (I guess? It's hard to tell.) to hide his lineage.)

I think that a long time ago, commoners spoke German, but it mixed with French and became what is the modern Common Tongue. However, some isolated families (for example the Agrippa family has spell names in German, Xerx Lügner has a German last name, Roselei feels German as well) still speak it, but since no one really understands it, it's referred to as the Arcane Tongue.

Peasants

People from the Forsaken Realm speak Japanese. However, unlike the Royal, Noble and Common Tongues, the Forsaken Tongue isn't recognized as an official language of the Clover Kingdom, so they learn Common Tongue at school (let's assume that even peasants get like 3-5 years of elementary school to learn to read and write and stuff). That's why the Forsaken Tongue doesn't have a written form, it's only an oral language (so kanji and stuff doesn't exist, when Asta and Yuno write letters home, they're in Common Tongue).

Everyone from the higher Realms hates the Forsaken Tongue because it's basically impossible to learn it (not just because of its complexity, but also because there aren't any resources to learn from) and no one understands it. So when Asta talks to Yuno or Magna in public, they use the Common Tongue (of course, the Black Bulls wouldn't hate Asta and Magna for speaking their native language, but it would still be impolite to speak in a language others can't understand).

Obviously, this is just a theory and it has a lot of holes (like Magna having an English last name even though he's a peasant or Sol having a French last name even though she's a commoner) so I'm open to your ideas and interpretations! What do you think about the language(s) of the Clover Kingdom?

[palaugranetes]

🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

Ronald: I agree with @Iñaki on this.

Carlitos: Shocker!

Pedri: Night night! See you guys soon!

Oscar: ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

31 March 2021

JC:Do you guys know how lucky we are being this far from Geri for le Poisson d'Avril???

Carlitos: The what now?

JC: Poisson d'Avril

Carlitos: My French is rusty bro, that means?

Riqui: By Rusty you mean non-existent right?

Carlitos: Tais-toi petit idiot

Riqui: You google translating that does not negate my statement genius.

Carlitos: FOR YOUR INFORMATION PETIT, I did not google it.

Riqui: Sure.. I believe you

Carlitos: I DID NOT.. I asked Nyom

Riqui: 🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️

JC: Are you two done?

Riqui: Never

Carlitos: Yes, what were you saying Bro?

JC: Poisson d'Avril is April fool

Carlitos: HOW!!??!!

JC: It is

Riqui: Jan don't tire yourself.

JC: Hahahahaha

Carlitos: Doesn't poisson mean fish?

JC: Yes

Carlitos: April Fish?!?!

JC: It's a whole story

Carlitos: Blague d'Avril..

Carlitos: Tromperie d'Avril

Riqui: PROU!!

JC: I'll tell you on PM

Carlitos: Okay

Riqui: You were saying @JC?

JC: Right, we are lucky no?

Carlitos: Life finds a way.. or rather, if he wants to, Gerard Finds a way.

Riqui: Very true

Carlitos: But I feel if he was going to do something he would have done it on Dia dels Innocents.

Riqui: Possible, but one can never be too careful

Carlitos: You are oddly calm..

Carlitos: What are you up to?

Riqui: Nothing. I'm just saying

Carlitos: AhA

Riqui: Juro!

Carlitos: I SAID OKAY

JC: So he can still do damage

Carlitos: 🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️

Riqui: 🙂

.......

Ansu: OMG!!

Ansu: Guys WHAT IF GERI DECIDES HE WANTED TO PRANK JC AND CURLS ON APRIL FOOL'S!!!

Carlitos: Yes bro, we were literally just talking about that

Ansu: Oh.. where was I?

Riqui: In space clearly.

Riqui: HOW WOULD WE KNOW?!.. YOU WEREN'T HERE

Ansu: Right...

Dembz: Are you okay broski?

Ansu: I think so. I took a nap earlier and I feel like I wiokeoup in aanothred demtoiodn

Dembz: I was with you up until like

Ansu: up until like what?

Dembz: THE WORD LIKE

Ansu: HUH???

Dembz: "Ansu: I think so. I took a nap early and I feel like I wiokeoup in aanothred demtoiodn" WHAT DID YOU MEAN AFTER LIKE?!

Ansu: AFTER LIKE WHAT

Dembz: I give up someone else deal with him

Pedri: You took a nap and what?

Ansu: It feels like I woke up in another demention

Dembz: WELL YOU SURE WROTE LIKE YOU WERE FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION!

Frenkie: Yikes.. that has happened to me before @Ansu I know that feeling.

Pedri: How are you today bud?

Frenkie: I'm alright.

Francisco: Did you get some sleep? A little R&R?

Frenkie: I did

Francisco: 🧐🧐🧐🧐

Frenkie: I did, I promise. I slept 8 hours two days ago and 6 hours last night

Ronald: Why six?

Frenkie: I had to go .. and after that I couldn't sleep anymore. So I studied for a bit.

Ronald: Studied??

Frenkie: Yes Català

Riqui: 🥺🥰🥺🥰🥺🥰

Frenkie: 💜

Riqui: But you are feeling better?

Frenkie: Yes

Pedri: If you say so.

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Ansu: It's March 31st right?

Arnau: Yes?

Ansu: Okay

Arnau: Weird

Iñaki: 😂

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Sergiño: Why does Jordi insist on replying with memes?!

Pedri: 🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️

Riqui: Jordi for you.

Dembz: Just what Grizou needed an enabler

Ilaix: And the Dad jokes are the worst.. idk whether to laugh or cry

Ilaix: @Carlitos where are your dad jokes?

Oscar: Please don't

Ilaix: I wanna hear his dad jokes

Oscar: No you don't

Ilaix: I do

Ansu: No you do not

Carlitos: Imagine if you walked into a bar and there was a long line of people waiting to take a swing at you.

Carlitos: That's the punch line.

Riqui: Look what you did now

Carlitos: Why did the stadium get so hot after the game?

Ilaix: Idk, why?

Carlitos: Because all the fans left.

Ilaix: GOSH

Ansu: Which dimension doesn't have Carles telling jokes in it? I would like to go there.

Carlitos: I don't play football because I enjoy the sport. I'm just doing it for kicks!

Ronald: Shoot me.

Arnau: Okay we get it Carles.. Please stop

Oscar: I BEG YOU PLEASE

Ilaix: I regret asking

Iñaki: 😵😵😵

Carlitos: Five out of four people admit they're bad with fractions!

Riqui: DO NOT GO INTO MATH JOKES

Dembz: This is the bad place

Carlitos: Ilaix asked 😌

Sergiño: Some questions never require answers. THAT WAS ONE OF THEM

Carlitos: Ask and you shall receive.

Ilaix: Thanks I hated them I would like to give them back.

Carlitos: No returns. No refunds.

Ilaix: 😫😫

1 April 2021

Pedri: Guys

.......

Pedri: Nevermind

.......

Riqui: ??

.......

Pedri: I'll tell you ON Pm

Riqui: Okay

.......

JC: 🤨🤨🤨

JC: What was that about?

Iñaki: 🤷🏼‍♂️

Oscar: Who the hell knows

.......

Unknown number joined via invitation link

Frenkie: Hello??

Francisco: Hiya!

........

JC: ????

Pedri: Hi there

Ronald: Who is this now?

Ilaix: 🤷🏿‍♂️

JC: I don't like this! Identify yourself!

JC: WHO ARE YOU??

Dembz: Let them breathe fréro..

JC: BUT WHAT IF IT'S HIM?!

Riqui: Um.. who is here?

JC: YOU TELL US

Riqui: HOW WOULD I KNOW?!

Carlitos: You are the admin idiot!

Riqui: But I never gave the link to anyone other than Leo!

Carlitos: FUDGE

Carlitos: FUCJ*

Carlitos: FUCKING FUCK*****

Pedri: He wouldn't though

Frenkie: Yeah I think so too

JC: YOU SAID LIFE FINDS A WAY!! MAYBE LIFE FOUND A WAY AND HE GOT THE LINK

JC: WE ARE EXPOESD NOW! This is all your fault @Carlitos

Carlitos: ME? RIQUI IS THE ONE WHO GAVE THE LINK AWAY

Riqui: TO LEO!!!

Pedri: Guys.. I'm sure there is an explanation

Sergiño: Agreed

Sergiño: but also.. this is still sus

Unknown number joined via invitation link

Carlitos: WHO IS THIS NOW

Sergiño: Okay.. now you can panic

JC: WE ARE WELL PAST THAT

Frenkie: 🧐

Oscar: Um.. who?

Riqui: Who is this??

Ronald: 2 new people??

Arnau: Who?

Ronald: Idk I just got here

Ansu: Oh dang

JC: I NEED TO KNOW

Riqui: We should stop talking.. maybe they would speak then

Ansu: Okay logical?

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Arnau: That clearly worked.

Riqui: 🤷🏼‍♂️🤷🏼‍♂️🤷🏼‍♂️

......

Unknown number: Hello idiots

JC: FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT IT'S HIM!

Riqui: Calm down

JC: I HAVE BEEN TELLING YOU HE KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME

Ansu: *Runs*

Ansu: I wish I can irl

Pedri: Soon

Ansu: 💜

JC: i cannot..

Unknown number: Hello morons

JC left

Arnau: 😵

Unknown number: Wow that really was easy

Unknown number: Yes it was

Iñaki: So it really is 2 people

Ronald: hm

Oscar: Jordi and Geri?

Unknown number: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Ansu: 😠😠😠

Riqui added JC

Unknown number: 😈😈😈

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Iñaki: It's 23:00 and no one is talking.

Iñaki: It is both peaceful and unsettling.

Frenkie: Very

Arnau: Thanks??

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JC: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

2 April 2021

Unknown number: Alex😜😜

Unknown number: Konrad 😎😎

Ronald: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Unknown number: It was Riqui's idea

JC: 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Unknown number: And Pedri and Fran

Ansu: GASPS!!!!!!!

Oscar: IT'S ALWAYS THE QUIET ONES!!!

Arnau: YOU SNEAKY SOBs!!!!!

Francisco: 😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇

Frenkie: I'm actually impressed

JC: I hate you three

Pedri: Hahaha it was April fool's!

Iñaki: I knew I smelt something fishy

Dembz: NO FUCKING WAY!!!

Dembz: WOW

Dembz: 😂😂 good one

Riqui: 😉😉😉

Arnau: Who was the mastermind behind this?

Pedri: Fran

Ansu: THIS IS WHY I HAVE TRUST ISSUES!!

Francisco: Hahahahahaha

Unknown number: Okay.. See ya

Ansu: Bye whoever that was

Unknown number left

Unknown number: That was Konrad..

Unknown number: Ciao for now

Riqui: Adeu!

Pedri: ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

Unkown number left

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Riqui:

Riqui: HAHAHA I wonder what that message he sent to Leo was 😂😂😂

Pedri: OMG Hahaha poor Antoine

Francisco: I wonder if we all send Leo a message who he will reply to first.

Ronald: NO

Ronald: NO MORE SENDING LEO MESSAGES OUT OF CONTEXT

Arnau: Fran you've been hanging out with Riqui way too much

Dembz: HAHAHAHAHAHA He does talk a lot! Can you blame him

Dembz: LINK PLEASE

Riqui: I wouldn't but sure

Riqui:

Riqui:

Riqui: HAHAHAHAHA that's because he is always here Clem

Ansu:

Ansu: I remember that hahaha I was very confused at first

Frenkie: That was nothing.. I almost sent something to the main one that was meant for this GC!!!

Ansu: OMG

Frenkie: Yeah, close call hahaha

Oscar: Whenever he is asked if he can be considered *insert particular position*

Frenkie: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Dembz: WHAT IS THIS FRENCH IDIOTS ATTACKING OUSMANE VIDOE?!?!?!

Dembz: 😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑

Ansu: Your bestie

Dembz: EX BESTIE. FRIENDSHIP WITH ANTOINE ENDED. Sergiño is now my best friend

Ansu: HURTFUL!!

Dembz: 😂😂

Sergiño: 🤜🏽🤙🏽

Dembz: 👊🏾🤙🏾

Oscar:

Oscar: He really went for you neck huh

Dembz: RIGHT?!

Dembz: He's not lying

Dembz: BUT HE DID NOT NEED TO EXPOSE ME LIKE THAT?!

Ronald: HAHAHAHAHA

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Carlitos: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!! ALEX AND KONRAD WERE THE NUMBERS?????!!!!!!

Pedri: Yes 😂😂😂😂😂

Carlitos: MEAN!!!

Francisco: HAHAHA

Carlitos: I hate you guys

Riqui: Love you too rizos

Carlitos: 💙fuck off