#i don't speak the language

[brionysea]

YOURE FROM WALES????? I always thought u we’re Canadian

CANADIAN???? 😭 idk why that's so funny to me but omg. yeah lol i'm welsh

[duranduratulsa]

Matthew Wilder - Break My Stride (Audio)

80's Fest Song of the day: Break My Stride by Matthew Wilder (1983) from I Don't Speak The Language #matthewwilder #breakmystride #idontspeakthelanguage #80s #80sfest #durandurantulsas5thannual80sfest

[arabian-batboy]

I really find it interesting how Zionists have no issues constantly using words like "Islamic" or "Islamist" or "jihadist" to describe the people they're killing without any fear of being accused of Islamophobia or that they're being bigots.

Because they know that we live in a world where anything or anyone remotely "Muslim" are automatically portrayed as inherently evil and deserving of death, especially in the US and other Western countries where Israel gets most of its support from them. So therefore, no one can be mad at them for killing all of these people, right? After all, they're only killing scary radical "Islamists" and "jihadists," NOT innocent people.

Meanwhile you would never hear any pro-Palestine people calling IDF soldiers "Jewists" or "Jewish extremists," even when they're literally branding the star of David onto Palestinians' faces and houses, instead we have to be very careful to not associate Judaism with Israel's crimes and are obligated to write a long essay about how we in fact do NOT want to kill every Jew in the world before we're allowed to show a shred of sympathy toward the thousands of Palestinian civilians being murdered as we are speaking.

Yet somehow that's not enough and they still hit us with the "when you say Zionists you actually mean Jews!" all while ignoring how they themselves aren't putting any effort into not demonizing Islam and Muslims with their words, because demonizing Islam and Muslims isn't an issue to them and the only way they can justify all the killing they're doing.

[hjartasalt]

People are often surprised I speak four languages but I consider it to be fairly average for where I'm from so now I'm curious

*if you're confused whether a language counts or not, ask yourself if you can hold a basic conversation in it. If not, and you can only understand but not speak it, skip it.

[wistfulwatcher]

in a n o t h e r life

[scribefindegil]

As much as I adore conlangs, I really like how the Imperial Radch books handle language. The book is entirely in English but you're constantly aware that you're reading a "translation," both of the Radchaai language Breq speaks as default, and also the various other languages she encounters. We don't hear the words but we hear her fretting about terms of address (the beloathed gendering on Nilt) and concepts that do or don't translate (Awn switching out of Radchaai when she needs a language where "citizen," "civilized," and "Radchaai person" aren't all the same word) and noting people's registers and accents. The snatches of lyrics we hear don't scan or rhyme--even, and this is what sells it to me, the real-world songs with English lyrics, which get the same "literal translation" style as everything else--because we aren't hearing the actual words, we're hearing Breq's understanding of what they mean. I think it's a cool way to acknowledge linguistic complexity and some of the difficulties of multilingual/multicultural communication, which of course becomes a larger theme when we get to the plot with the Presgar Translators.

[lux-17]

Imagine this, a hostage situation in a bank, nothing new in Gotham but now right in the center of the camera there is a little girl with black hair and blue eyes, very terrified. Joker strutted around daring Batman to come for him.

Which no one is surprised until the girl Yells "mommy" and the transmission fails, not like a signal failure, no. The camera glich and a chilling figure comes into view behind the Joker. The figure was tall touching the ceiling and its claws scraped the floor as it approached, the little girl runs to take refuge behind this figure when the camera turns off.

The next thing the police know when they enter is that all of Joker's cronies are unconscious and he is in the middle of the room. His face is eternally frozen in a look of pure, lifeless fear.

The little girl meets what she calls "Aunt Jazz" outside the bank and there are no more questions because she is still scared by the experience.

It's not until days later that Batman in the Watchtower looks at one of the new recruits, holding the same girl who calls him "Mom" that everything connects.

He asks to speak privately and asks why your killed him. Danny just looks at him with those green eyes.

"I didn't do it because Joker was a danger to Elli, she would have defeated him if she wanted to. But she called me, her instinct wasn't to fight, it was to call me. My daughter was scared and I'm not going to let anyone make her feel that way. vulnerable will be here again."

With each word Phantom took a step until he had Batman against the wall.

"Además exactamente desde donde está ahora, tienes crímenes que atender por atacar a cientos de personas y a la princesa de Infinite Realms. No cuestiones lo que haría por mis hijos, esto no es ni un gramo de lo que soy capaz de hacer". ".

Phantom left Batman alone, he had promised Elli that he would take her to the Watchtower to show her the stars more closely.

Batman didn't question what he did, but that didn't take away the big hole he felt in his stomach.

[radiance1]

"One trip to Greece." Vlad paced back and forth. "Just one, single trip, and now he's bloody missing!" Vlad stopped and threw his hands up in both exasperation and irritation.

Danny hummed, taking a bite from a cupcake (baked and provided by Vlad), chewing, then swallowing. "Honestly, I think you should calm down dude, just because he hasn't called you in what...?"

"5 days." Vlad answered quickly, going back to pacing back and forth.

"...Right. Five days." Danny shrugged. "I'm sure he's just, you know." Danny waved his hand in a vague gesture, of what? He wasn't exactly sure. "Enjoying his time so much that he forgot to call you?"

"Listen, Daniel. It's one thing if he doesn't call me, but it's an entirely different thing if the tracker isn't tracking."

Danny paused, slowly dragging his eyes up from his cupcake to stare down Vlad. "...You put a tracker on your mans?"

Vlad turned to Danny, eyebrow raised and arms crossed. "Of course I did, why wouldn't I?" Vlad wrinkled his nose. "Do shut your mouth, I don't need you to accidentally choke on a fly before you help me."

Danny closed his mouth, staying silent for a moment before shrugging and taking another bite of his treat. "And I would help you, why?"

"Would it not be heroic for you to help someone in need?"

"When the person in question is you? No, not really."

Vlad let out a heavy sigh, squeezing in between his eyes before swiftly turning around and walking towards his super computer. "Two baskets full of cupcakes."

Danny raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"The latest release of Doomed before anyone else."

Danny hummed, and Vlad sighed.

"...And for your two friends as well."

Danny smirked, scarfing the last bit of his cupcake and jumping off the table. "Deal." He over behind Vlad, leaning over his shoulder to look at the screen. "Sooo, where do I need to look?"

"Here." Vlad pointed to a specific location on the map helpfully provided by one of his many satellites. "The last placed recorded before the signal disappeared without warning."

Danny, glancing at Vlad. "You know that it could've just been broken, right?"

"Impossible, the materials it was made from wouldn't let it be destroyed so easily."

Danny shrugged. "Whatever you say I guess."

===

John Constantine, after months of being trapped in another dimension, finally managed to get back to his own.

Although now that he thought of it, he should've given that guy a heads up, or broke up with him before he left, but oh well. Give it a while and the guy will probably move on anyways.

Not like anything big would come out of this.

[sysig]

The familiarity is not very comforting (Patreon)

[canisalbus]

at least as far as french goes, learning the genders of things is entirely memorization. and yes, learners of the language struggle with it.

in fact, if you're writing and want to convey that the person doesn't speak french too well, you have them misgender inanimate objects.

there's no rules to determine a thing's gender, not even vibes; in fact, the opposite is true: for native speakers, which gender a thing is will then color the vibes that they associate with that thing. this is why i will forever associate spiders with cunning and motherood.

and finally, i've saved the dumbest for last: in 2020, there was debate if COVID is male or female.

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[duranduratulsa]

Matthew Wilder - Break My Stride (Audio)

80's Fest One Hit Wonder: Break My Stride by Matthew Wilder (1983) from I Don't Speak The Language #MatthewWilder #breakmystride #idontspeakthelanguage #80s #80sfest #durandurantulsas6thannual80sfest

[giganotus]

Follow up to my last MH post, another thing I like about the world is that despite the power and weirdness of Elder Dragons, they still feel like creatures.

They're beasts, beasts that can be fought and killed. Even when intelligent, they are animals. Animals with immense, barely understood power.

[royalarchivist]

This video is only available to people who are members of Acau's ( 악어 ) Youtube, but one of his fans posted a short clip Acau shared of his and Quackity's conversation testing out the QSMP translator!

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[somerandomdudelmao]

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I work at the studio. So I personally believe the thing that brings a show back to life is money. Not fanart or reviews. If the studio realizes that Rise can bring in money, they'll bring it back. It's simple. You want to save Rise, buy official merch and subscriptions to services that show it

[cerise-on-top]

König Teasing Reader in His Dialect

I finally got around to writing for König being sappy with his S/O in his native tongue! Native dialect, in fact!! I'm not gonna include any translations for this one! And don't bother putting it in Google Translate either, it won't work :3c

“Du host so a liabes Gschau.”

A gentle twilight it was, the sky donning a beautiful coat of orange. With the few fluffy clouds floating by, you watched your boyfriend glow in the soft evening light. It was almost magical, the way the sun set behind the mountains, the way it created a halo of utmost pulchritude on König. He was a rough man, who found it within himself to be as gentle as one would never imagine. His hands were calloused, but the way he caressed your face made it seem as though he was a lover by nature. Although he may have killed more people than you have ever known in your lifetime, that fact barely came to mind when his voice would call for you. Strong his accent, yes, but with it came a sense of familiarity that you would get nowhere else. König was a beautiful man. If you could have, then you would have knelt in front of him, allowing him to tread his fingers through your locks. If you could have, you would have slung your arms around him, burying yourself in his warmth and scent. But alas, all that came to mind was confusion. What did he say this time?

“You know my German isn’t that good just yet. You gotta be patient with me. Can you translate?”

With a certain glimmer in his eyes, he smiled as he shook his head. “No, I’ll let you figure this one out. It would be boring if I translated everything for you.” But even so, he walked towards you, quiet as a cat, hunting for its prey. All there was to devour was you, unity through the purpose of consuming one another. He stood still in front of you, eyes almost hazy as he seemed a little unfocused. He was a hunter, but whenever you were around he laid his weapon to rest, craving your attention more than he felt the bloodlust. You calmed him more than any restful night ever could. Your touch was the remedy for his loneliness, his fear, his anger. And this time, it was his turn to repay you, gently running his thumb across your cheek.

“Du bist mei ois. Für di leib i. I bin dir so vü schuidig. Söbst wenn i dir die Wöd gebn darad, warads ned genug. Danke für ois. Bitte bleib bei mir so laung wies nur geht. Hah, i reid grod so vü Scheiße, aba des stört mi ned. Du mochst mi so fertig, aber i hob di so lieb. Eigentlich wuid i heite schiacha zu dir sein, oba i kauns afoch ned. I bin so verliebt in di.”

Should you feel angry at him? For all you knew he could have been cursing you worse than any string of English words ever could. And yet, his expression betrayed him. That gentle smile, that soft gaze, that tender touch. König let out a content sigh, placing his hands atop your shoulders. It was evident he wanted something, he wanted more, but all he could do was stare as love overtook every fiber of his being. In that moment, he wasn’t a hunter, he wasn’t a fighter, he wasn’t a soldier. If there was one thing he could call himself, it was yours. Your boyfriend, your partner, your loved one. It didn’t matter as long as it was in relation to you. He pulled you into a tight embrace. His pride was a wall made of steel, but you burned yourself through the metal and settled down in his heart. All you knew was that he was so much kinder towards you than he gave himself credit for.

“Love, I’ve got no idea what you’re saying.”

“Brauchst a ned. I wü afoch nur so mit dir bleibn. I mechat di für imma so hoitn. Du bist so liab. I hob so vü Scheiße im Militär durchgmocht, oba es wor’s ma ois wert wal i di kennanglernt hob. I darad ois no amoi so mochn. Bitte sei ma ned bes, oba i glab es is gscheita wennst ned wast, wos i grod sog. Du suist mi ned als schwochn Maun sehn. Oba nur damit du’s wast, es gibt kan Menschn auf dera Wöd, den i liaba hob als di. I hoff, dass ma ewig zaumbleibm kennan.”

“Are you being sappy right now?”

But the only response you got was him holding onto you as though you were a beautiful, fleeting memory. Wrapping your arms around him in return, you resigned yourself to your fate. He could so very easily snap you in half, and yet he chose to use his strength to make you feel protected. Indeed, König was a different man with you. You knew him as the anxious colonel that was still capable of leading people. Deadly precise, viciously efficient, always successful. And today he felt as giddy as a child watching its first rainbow, all because he was with you.

“Ich hab dich ganz doll lieb.”

Finally, some words you could understand.

“Love you too, König.”