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luvscharlos · 1 year ago

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Carlos on his last year at Ferrari 🐎

*translation under the cut*

“They communicate to you that it’s your last year at Ferrari, how do you take that?”

“oof, well obviously you don’t take it well. No one likes it when they tell you that they don’t want to continue. Nobody likes to be left. Well, for me, they left me in February let’s just say that and obviously it felt bad. I had done a lot of good years at Ferrari, started the year off well, started winning. But yeah, there was a seven-time world champion named Lewis Hamilton who wanted to come to Ferrari and they made room for him. In contrast with that, I take it as philosophy and I try to accept it in the best possible way I can. I also take it as an opportunity for the future, more opportunities will come, more moments will come. I continue to want to be world champion, I continue wanting to win races, and you should go for it.”

“I’ll see you here, being a world champion. Do you feel in part of Ferrari theyve been, how do I put this, the treatment between you and Leclerc has been equivalent?”

“Yes. At all times. Sincerely, in that aspect I can’t complain in the treatment I’ve received at Ferrari. There’s always moments of tension, at all teams you think, “over here they could’ve offered me more of a hand”. The same as Charles and Ferrari they could’ve thought, “yeah, he could’ve acted a bit better”. But it’s high competition, you turn the page, you forget. For example my teammate and I are friends outside the track, we get on well, and we have a really good relationship. We make such a good team. I think, if there’s something that worked or works at Ferrari is the two drivers. We get on well, win races, get podiums, and on top of that we work as a team.”

“You’re so honest. Do you have any idea where you’ll be for next season?”

“No. At the time no. I have all my options laid out on the table, ready to make a decision. The decision can’t be rushed, but im going to take it very soon because I want to take it off me, make a decision and focus on the remainder of the year with Ferrari and they’ll be time to think about the future team. But this year I have a car that allows me to make podiums, allows me to win one race, and I want to center myself on that.”

“I have information.. but I don’t wanna”

“oh really”

“Well I have people who know a lot about Formula One who say there’s only one realistic option, but I don’t want to get into it”

“There’s not just one option, there are several.”

“Sauber. Williams.”

“There’s several. I’m not going to fool you, all the teams that at the time have not signed any drivers for the next year, I’m on their list and they’ve offered me a contract. I can sign the contracts tomorrow, but I will not sign tomorrow and I’m going to take it easy and calmly to decide soon. Just like the teams you’ve just mentioned, they’re an option for me.”

#i do this for all my non-spanish speakers #carlos sainz #el hormiguero

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serpentface · 1 year ago

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Do you conlang? I was wondering if you had naming languages (or possibly even more developed ones) for pulling the words you use. I tried to search your blog but didn't find anything, wouldn't be surprised if the feature is just busted tho. Your worldbuilding is wonderful and I particularly enjoy the anthropological and linguistic elements.

Ok the thing is I had kind of decided I was not going to do any conlanging because I don't feel like I'm equipped to do a good job of it, like was fully like "I'm just going to do JUST enough that it doesn't fail an immediate sniff test and is more thoughtful than just keysmashing and putting in vowels". And then have kinda been conlanging anyway (though not to a very deep and serious extent. I maybe have like....an above average comprehension of how language construction works via willingness to research, but that's not saying much, also I can never remember the meanings of most linguistic terms like 'frictives' or etc off the top of my head. I'm just kinda raw dogging it with a vague conceptualization of what these things mean)

I do at least have a naming language for Wardi (and more basic rules for other established languages) but the rudimentary forms of it were devised with methods much shakier and less linguistically viable than even the most basic naming language schemes, and I only went back over it LONG after I had already made a bunch of words so there's some inconsistencies with consonant presence and usage. (This can at least be justified because it IS a language that would have a lot of loanwords and would be heavily influenced by other language groups- Burri being by far the most significant, Highland-Finnic and Yuroma-Lowlands also being large contributors)

The 'method' I used was:

-Skip basic construction elements and fully move into devising necessary name words, with at least a Vibe of what consonants are going to be common and how pronunciation works -Identify some roots out of the established words and their meanings. Establish an ongoing glossary of known roots/words. -Construct new words based in root words, or as obvious extensions/variants of established words. -Get really involved in how the literal meanings of some words might not translate properly to english, mostly use this to produce a glossary of in-universe slang. -Realize that I probably should have at least some very basic internal consistency at this point. -Google search tutorials on writing a naming language. -Reverse engineer a naming language out of established words, and ascribe all remaining inconsistencies to being loanwords or just the mysteries of life or whatever.

I do at least have some strongly established pronunciation rules and a sense of broad regional dialect/accents.

-'ai' words are almost always pronounced with a long 'aye' sound.

-There is no 'Z' or 'X' sound, a Wardi speaker pronouncing 'zebra' would go for 'tsee-brah', and would attempt 'xylophone' as 'ssye-lohp-hon'

-'V' sounds are nearly absent and occur only in loanwords, and tend to be pronounced with a 'W' sound. 'Virsum' is a Highland word (pronounced 'veer-soom') denoting ancestry, a Wardi speaker would go 'weer-sum'.

-'Ch' spellings almost always imply a soft 'chuh' sound when appearing after an E, I, or O (pelatoche= pel-ah-toh-chey), but a hard 'kh' sound after an A or U (odomache= oh-doh-mah-khe). When at the start of a word, it's usually a soft 'ch' unless followed by an 'i' sound (chin (dog) is pronounced with a hard K 'khiin', cholem (salt) is pronounced with a soft Ch 'cho-lehm')

-Western Wardin has strong Burri cultural and linguistic influence, and a distinct accent- one of the most pronounced differences is use of the ñ sound in 'nn' words. The western city of Ephennos is pronounced 'ey-fey-nyos' by most residents, the southeastern city of Erubinnos is pronounced 'eh-roo-been-nos' by most residents. Palo's surname 'Apolynnon' is pronounced 'A-puh-lee-nyon' in the Burri and western Wardi dialects (which is the 'proper' pronunciation, given that it's a Kos name), but will generally be spoken as 'Ah-poh-leen-non' in the south and east.

-R's are rolled in Highland-Finnic words. Rolling R's is common in far northern rural Wardi dialects but no others. Most urban Wardi speakers consider rolling R's sort of a hick thing, and often think it sounds stupid or at least uneducated. (Brakul's name should be pronounced with a brief rolled 'r', short 'ah' and long 'uul', but is generally being pronounced by his south-southeastern compatriots with a long unrolled 'Brah' sound).

Anyway not really a sturdy construction that will hold up to the scrutiny of someone well equipped for linguistics but not pure bullshit either.

#I actually did just make a post about this on my sideblog LOL I think in spite of my deciding not to conlang this is going to go full #full conlanging at some point #The main issue is that the narrative/dialogue is being written as an english 'translation' (IE the characters are speaking in their actual #tongues and it's being translated to english with accurate meaning but non-literal treatment)#Which you might say like 'Uh Yeah No Shit' but I think approaching it with that mindset at the forefront does have a different effect than #just fully writing in english. Like there's some mindfulness to what they actually might be saying and what literal meanings should be #retained to form a better understanding of the culture and what should be 'translated' non-literally but with accurate meaning #(And what should be not translated at all)#But yeah there's very little motivation for conlanging besides Pure Fun because VERY few Wardi words beyond animal/people/place names #will make it into the actual text. Like the only things I leave 'untranslated' are very key or untranslatable concepts that will be #better understood through implication than attempts to convey the meaning in english #Like the epithet 'ganmachen' is used to compliment positive traits associated with the ox zodiac sign or affectionately tease #negative ones. This idea can be established pretty naturally without exposition dumps because the zodiac signs are of cultural #importance and will come up frequently. The meaning can get across to the reader pretty well if properly set up.#So like leaving it as 'ganmachen' you can get 'oh this is an affectionate reference to an auspicious zodiac sign' but translating #it as the actual meaning of 'ox-faced' is inevitably going to come across as 'you look like a cow' regardless of any zodiac angle #^(pretty much retyped tags from other post)#Another aspect is there's a few characters that have Wardi as a second language and some of whom don't have a solid grasp on it #And I want to convey this in dialogue (which is being written in english) but I don't want it to just be like. Random '''broken''' english #like I want there to be an internal consistency to what parts of the language they have difficulties with (which then has implications for #how each language's grammar/conjugation/etc works). Like Brakul is fairly fluent in Wardi at the time of the story but still struggles #with some of the conjugation (which is inflectional in Wardi) especially future/preterite tense. So he'll sometimes just use the #verb unconjugated or inappropriately in present tense. Though this doesn't come across as starkly in text because it's #written in english. Like his future tense Wardi is depicted as like 'I am to talk with him later' instead of 'I'll talk with him later'#Which sounds unnatural but not like fully incorrect #But it would sound much more Off in Wardi. Spanish might be a better example like it would be like him approaching it with #'Voy a hablar con él más tarde' or maybe 'Hablo con él más tarde' instead of 'Hablaré con él más tarde'#(I THINK. I'm not a fluent spanish speaker sorry if the latter has anything wrong with it too)

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argentinesunshine · 7 months ago

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um, okay

#franco colapinto #as a non-spanish speaker even i could tell this translation was ass but come on #gq spain

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galaxy-fleur · 17 days ago

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Summary: A lighthearted discussion about visiting a pride parade with Luis turned into a whole one-shot, who would've thought!

Notes: Luis/gender neutral reader. Luis lives au! Pan Luis. Reader is queer (but no specific labels are used). A touch of character exploration.

Word count: ~ 2k words.

Luis was someone naturally curious, which was just one of his many qualities that you've grown to absolutely adore over the years. That big brain of his was always itching to see and learn something new, pick it apart from all sides until he understood it completely. You supposed that was only natural, given his scientific background, which he had now used only for good.

Either way, being with him always made you want to explore and broaden your own horizons as well, be it something very small like trying out a new dish you've never heard of before, or visiting a local museum exhibition, locked hand-in-hand with him. Luis made you want to strive to be the better version of yourself. Perhaps that's why you appreciated him so much.

Still, occasionally, you were the catalyst for him to explore some new, uncharted territory, and today was one of such occasions.

"-So how we feeling so far?" You enquired in a hushed voice that was only for him to hear, carefully watching his face for any minor changes to it. Perhaps you were a bit too anxious about him having a good time. But you remember feeling pretty overwhelmed at your first ever pride, surrounded by all the bright colors and loud chants, like a tiny butterfly getting swooped in by the strong gust of wind with no way to regain its balance amidst the persistent forces pulling it along.

Of course, it turned out to be a wonderful experience at the end, but the initial first couple of steps can be quite the shocker. Luis wasn't alone, though. He had you. And you hoped to guide him along in a way you didn't get to experience your own first time around.

"Oh I'm delighted chispita, don't you worry about me," Luis said, sending a reassuring little wink your way before his eyes returned to continue observing all the colorful floats slowly moving down the equally brightly decorated street. You smiled to yourself, relieved to know that he was, indeed, having a good time.

So far so good.

You two stayed on the sidelines to just stand back and watch the activities for a while, but it was still a bit hard not to become a little winded with all the loud chatter and music coming from all sides. It was a good kind of loud, though. The kind that induced a sense of belonging among hundreds of strangers. Of course, that probably wasn't exactly the case for Luis. After all, it was his first time ever going to a pride event like this. And if it wasn’t for you, he'd probably never experience one in the first place. His enjoyment here was your top priority. Even if he might feel a tad out of place at first.

As you continued your previous task of delicately daubing bright yellow paint on his cheek, the tip of your tongue sticking out in concentration, he leaned back slightly to assist you. He was wordlessly trying to help you out, and you were grateful for it. You two wouldn't go all out on presentation the first time around, but a small, painted flag on his cheek was just enough! Naturally, you two matched on that front.

Being careful not to move too much under your meticulous craftsmanship, Luis hummed in thought, the playful tone of his previous comment fading into a more genuine, soft murmur that immediately called for your attention.

"...You know, there are so many celebrations and festivals I had no idea about growing up. I don't think I've ever seen this many people that look so different all gathered together in one place over something like this. They all look pretty happy, too." He paused, meeting your gaze directly this time around, a more personal sentiment coming on the forefront of his words. You paused your painting, focusing on what he had to say instead. "Honestly... It's been a while now since I... felt a sense of community like this. Even if I'm not necessarily part of it."

The small hint of wistfulnes carefully woven between his words did not escape you. It made your heart ache for him a bit. You didn't even consider it that way. But it made sense why he would find this kind of sentimental.

Surely, his old village had numerous traditions and festivities meant to unite the community in one way or another. Ones that were now crumbled to nothing but old scribblings, left abandoned on withered, decaying paper, never to be brought to life ever again. You pulled back your paintbrush for a time and tilted your head at him.

"Well... Even if it's not the same, it's never too late to find some new ways for you to feel that joy again, corazón. I know it may feel like it's something that slipped away from you forever... or that you do not deserve to find it again. But, you know, the purpose of all of this," you lightly gestured at all the colorful festivities taking place around you. People hugging, dancing, chanting, laughing, crying, living. "-is to remember and celebrate all the hard battles we've had to fight over many years. Many of us felt like we don't belong growing up. Some of us still feel that way. And way too many of us lost what communities we used to have because the world has not been kind or... accepting to us. But in here, gathered together, we can remember that everyone, no matter how different, has a place here. That all of our hardships have been worth it. I think... that's a lovely message behind all the glitz and glam. Don't you think?"

He briefly paused as he contemplated your words, evidently not expecting you to provide such a sincere explanation for the celebration you had chosen to introduce him to. You could almost see the gears in his head turning, relieved to notice all previous melancholy in his eyes slowly be replaced by a familiar warmth you've grown to love so much. He gave you a slow nod eventually, wordlessly taking your words to heart.

Getting here has been a long journey. While you were someone who has felt in touch with your identity from a pretty early age, the same couldn't be said for Luis. That is not to say that he was at fault for that in any way. The world is often not as simple as just black and white. However, as a curious man by nature, he'd show interest in the topic once you two have grown close, in more ways than one. He treasured you, every part of you, and that's why he wanted to understand, get to know all of what made you - you. By doing this, he coincidentally began to gradually uncover new sides of himself as well. It wasn't quick, nor was it immediate. It was only reasonable to be overwhelmed and perplexed by the sheer number of ways people could express themselves to the world, especially if you hadn't given it any thought previously.

Identifying a precise term to articulate your personal experience can be liberating. But it also can be tedious. Of course, you gave Luis all the time he needed to figure it out on his own. Or not. At times, it was more convenient to remain somewhere in-between or outside of any labels at all, and there was nothing inherently wrong with that. It is never too late to discover new things about yourself, however old you are, or so you have told him.

Looking back, it was pretty clear from the start that Luis was not solely interested in women. You two could spend hours just chattering amongst yourselves about all the pretty actors and actresses displayed on your TV screen as you enjoyed yet another late afternoon drama after a hard day's work. He was never timid about it. And you never pestered him on it, either.

Even while he was rather proud of his reputation as a 'ladies' man', or so he claimed, it didn't at all stop him from occasionally making blatantly flirty comments about good-looking men, whether or not he was intentionally trying to attract their attention. Leon certainly wasn't very amused with it. Though, you guessed he was simply bad with flirting in general.

And, of course, then there was you.

The love you two had built for each other was a slowly shifting flame, not a bright, raging fire. You supposed that was fitting. Fire was not Luis's favorite thing. Even if someone would say otherwise at first impression. While he can appear jovial and savvy at first glance, underlying it all was a very compassionate and melancholic heart, scarred by both old hurt and past regrets alike. It was only natural he'd keep people at a distance. He felt unworthy of having someone so intimately connected to his heart. Even after he successfully helped Leon and Ashley come out of everything safe and sound all those years ago, the guilt he carried within him wouldn't fade away overnight. Or ever, really. It might have become smaller, less daunting and suffocating, but it would always be there, at the back of his mind. He would be burdened with that for the duration of his life.

You were kind to him, though. And now, here you were, easing him into something new to discover about himself. But, on the other hand, it could have been something that was quietly present there the whole time, and he just didn't know it. He liked that about you. You would take his shaky palms into your own and bring him back to reality from the demons of his past whenever he would feel like there was nothing good or meaningful about these hands of his that had participated in so many horrific things. You made him want to believe that he could really be better. After all, if someone as wonderful as you could look at him with such warmth and admiration in your eyes... maybe, just maybe that could mean that he really is not as bad as he thinks he is. That maybe he can be at least half of a man you see him as.

Luis felt awkwardly at peace with himself when he finally decided he was pan. It was all still relatively new and alien to him, but... It was nice to have new things to describe himself with. Things that weren't inherently bad. His identity was just another piece of this meticulous puzzle he was still putting together to figure out who Luis Serra really was.

In fact, the main reason you suggested that you two go to your local pride festival today was that you wanted him to interact with some new faces and explore this side of himself in a manner he hadn't gotten to previously. It was one thing to explain to him what you knew of queer culture, and it was completely another to let him experience some small part of it himself, or get to share a conversation with someone new on it. In this environment, he was free from the weight of his past or the judgement of others stemming from his old mistakes.

He could just be himself and see where it took him.

Luis' sly smile brought you back to reality, and you promtly realized that you had been lost in your thoughts for a while there.

"Speaking off... Not that I am doubting your painting skills, but you sure are taking your time painting a single flag."

You huff at him, feeling a tad embarrassed. "Don't you trust me?"

He put his hand to his chest, making him look like a sworn knight. It was hard not to crack a smile at his playful display, even if you wanted to stay pouty with him.

"With my life, chispita. But I can't say the same for my pride. You're not pulling a prank on me here, are you?" Although it was lighthearted, his worry was valid. You two did tend to play tricks on each other every so often. It was all in good fun, of course, but you did still give him an unamused look.

Although it quickly broke into a laugh as you placed your brush away, letting him get a look at himself in your compact mirror.

"Alright, fair. But I just wanted to add a little something. Make it feel more personal y'know? Little windmill seemed fitting. Plus, it fits the yellow!"

Luis put a finger to his cheek and studied your work for a good while, his eyes darting from the mirror to you and then back again, his smile turning into a full grin, one that was as infectious as ever.

"...Es perfecto."

#resident evil #luis serra #luis sera navarro #luis serra x reader #this is so niche and self indulgent LMFAO #but hey no harm in posting #do let me know if i messed up with my use of spanish #i tried to not fall into the exhausting 'spanish character uses spanish in every sentence' trope #but i did want to keep some of it since he uses it in his dialogue occasionally #and pet names #since i do find native language pet names very sweet and adorable as a non-native english speaker myself #i'm rambling omg

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