#picardian

[yvanspijk]

The words cherries, peas, skates, and assets used to be singular forms. However, they were reanalysed as plurals because they sounded like plurals. New singulars were created by removing the -s. This linguistic phenomenon is called back-formation. Here's how it went.

[merovingian-marvels]

The grave of Childerik I

Childerik (sometimes written as Chilperik) was the son of Merovech, the namegiver to the Merovingian dynasty.

Childerik I was the last fully pagan king of the Frankish era. He was buried at the Belgian town Doornik/Tournai, which borders France in the Picardian region.

During works nearby St. Brixius church in Tournai anno 1653, a deaf and mute stonemason stumbled across the grave of the late Merovingian king and army leader. According to legend, the screams of the otherwise mute Adrien Quinquin gathered a crowd. Wholesome detail, the stonemason was rewarded for finding the grave.

The grave itself is incredibly rich. It contained 21 sacrificed horses, a complete armor/weapons set, a coin hoard and gold-garnet jewelry.

His signet ring is made completely in Roman style, but the portrait shows a man in long hair. This is indicative of not only his Germanic origin, but also shows how he identified.

The whole gravesite was recorded by order of Leopold Wilhelm of Austria. All the finds were described in detail and copper etchings were made. This account is regarded as the earliest archaeological recording of a (grave) site.

The treasure was gifted to Louis XIV in 1665, after the death of Leopold. The whole grave set was stored in the Louvre palace.

On the faithful night of 5-6 November 1831, about 80 kg of treasures were stolen from the Louvre, including the Childerik treasures. Later, the police discovered that all artifacts in gold had been melted. Only the garnet-inlayed pieces had survived, hidden in bags, lowered into the Seine.

Later excavations of the Tournai site showed that Childerik was buried under a burial mount which measured 20 meters in width.

Unfortunately, 70-90% of the treasure is permanently lost. Painful detail is that because of the 17th century copper etchings, researchers know exactly which pieces are missing. The original bees have become an icon for the hoard, even inspiring Napoleon Bonaparte to use bees as a contrasting symbol to the French royalist Fleur-de-Lys.

All pictures of the “complete” hoard are replica’s made for museum display.

Image credit:

Drawing by Jacob van Werden for copper engravings by Cornelis Galle the Younger. Drawings published by Jean Jacques Chiflet in 1655 by order of Leopold Wilhelm of Austria.

[thegeminisage]

ranking voyager characters from favorite to least favorite

i meant to do this at the end of season 1 and again after the finale but we'll just have to go with at the end of season 2 instead

seven of nine - i haven't met her yet but i just know.

janeway & tuvok - cop out to do a tie? possibly. they remind me so much of kirk and spock respectively. every time i go "oh no it's gotta be tuvok" it switches to janeway. every time i go "oh no it's gotta be janeway" there's another good tuvok episode. tuvok is such a wonderful look into vulcan culture through the eyes of someone who was not alienated from it and abused by it, and you never doubt his ability to get ANYTHING done, even if it's sketchy as hell. i think about his wife of 68 (almost 69! nice) years and his 4 babies and his orchids and his lute all the time. man can SING. on the other hand, janeway is such a breath of fresh air after deanna troi - who i love, but who was constantly victimized for being a woman. janeway just gets to be janeway - she's excited about exploration, she's deeply compassionate, and none of these things make her weak anymore than they made kirk weak. sometimes her adherence to her Ideals is a little picardian, but i forgive her, because she reminds me way more of kirk

chakotay - sometimes a man builds a bathtub and your opinion of him rises by. a lot. i've always liked the difficult position he was in of trying to balance maquis and starfleet interests and protect both sides from themselves and each other, but the ADDED LAYER that for much of the journey he has CANONICALLY been in love w janeway is simply too much to bear. also, i think his trust issues w betrayal are very gripping and they compel me. he has been through so much SHIT and i do love a little traumatized guy. ALSO also, they don't do enough w this in canon, but in my mind palace he and tuvok HATE each other (chakotay hates tuvok for being a spy, tuvok hates chakotay for nabbing first officer job), which i think is extremely funny

the doc - my best friend the emergency medical hologram...i like that he's a brand new kind of person, even if it brings up infuriating questions about the status of all these endless holodeck characters we create and then carelessly abuse or delete. he doesn't have a name! people treated him like he didn't exist! watching him come into his own and bond w kes has been one of voyager's great delights. also, gay king.

b'elanna - she doesn't always get a lot to do but when she does it's almost always good, racism episode notwithstanding. what i like most about her is how ride or die she is. she was willing to get her ass beat to give tuvok a tiny chance of escaping torture, she was willing to die to take down her own superweapon, she defended chakotay when his actions were entirely indefensible (AND she's secretly in love w him?? girl.), she will not hesitate to do any number of crazy things for Her People, and since she's estranged from her family or whatever they are all aboard this ship. you couldn't ask for a better friend than b'elanna and good for her. also, she gets to be gay with janeway about once a season so far which i've really enjoyed. she could do so much better than tom paris

harry - harry also rarely gets anything to do, but that makes his episodes all the more distressing. he's just a little guy! the so-called baby of the ship, until he was replaced by an actual baby with tiny adorable mother-killing spines on its head. i'm still mad that the really big important harry kim episode we got turned out to be such fucking garbage when the concept was SO good, and i'm not super hopeful for his future, but who knows. btw, he could also do better than tom paris. he and b'elanna could ride off into the sunset w/o him

kes - i don't dislike kes, and her scenes with the doctor are especially nice, but i feel like she, like deanna, gets victimized a lot, and her whole thing with neelix was so difficult it's hard to get the taste of it out even though it's over now. that said, i do love how compassionate and mischievous she is, and i love when janeway gets to give her mom hugs :( <3

neelix & tom paris - another tie. this is so difficult for me because i started out HATING tom paris and really liking neelix, and a few plotlines/episodes made me reverse my opinion. tom paris got a lot better when he was like yeah i decided i'm not gonna be a shitheel anymore! especially that he went on a multi-ep arc tricking us into thinking he was backsliding when really he was doing secret agent shit. props! but he's still not terribly interesting. neelix was AMAZING in the atom bomb episode but my interpretation of him as a guy who was gentle not in spite of but BECAUSE of past suffering didn't last long when he decided to be so fucking horrible to kes for no reason. i really want to get over it with neelix the way i got over it with tom paris, but for now they're both at the rock bottom of this list

for fun, i think my season 1 list would have looked like: janeway, tuvok, doctor, b'elanna, chakotay, harry, neelix, kes, tom paris. probably? it's hard to know now. we'll see how all this shakes out by the end of the series.

[dancyrilkingston]

Maritxu Guler’s El Gran Tarot Esoterico might be the only Picardian Tarot deck continuously in print for the past 50 years.

[defconprime]

Star Trek: The Next Generation - "The Picardian Knot"

(from the Boukenshin manga)

Captain Picard is having trouble doing emotions after the whole being a conduit for Sarek thing so everyone on the ship tries to rule him up into being mad.

RATING: 73%

(Where to place: During the third season, right after Sarek)

[grissomesque]

✨ for the fic asks meme

With links! :)

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

This is so hard! Especially since I've lately been writing in a comparatively small fandom (J/P nationnnn!) so my expectations are, you know, pretty moderate in terms of reach.

Sooo, um, I guess I'll say: Lead. It's a tiny oneshot (or, it was supposed to be) from the perspective of Admiral Janeway, choosing not to try to be with Chakotay for Important Reasons. I've learned, since coming back to J/C after some years away, that there's not a lot of appetite for that sort of thing anymore - unhappy endings, J/C not being (forgive me) "endgame," etc. And I don't know if it, you know, deserves to have people talking about it, but I am nostalgic sometimes for ye olden days when we let Janeway suffer (affectionate) 😂. Does that make sense?

Thank you so much for the ask, and god help us all as we navigate these trying Picardian times. 💕

[bizships]

Oh, i loved him in TNG. There was a newsletter called The Picardian dedicated to his hotness actually. (Pre-internet) I loved him and still have this TV Guide.

I'm not insane for thinking Picard (In TNG) is extremely attractive...like he's hot...right guys?

(Because my friends are heavily judging me for this, its funny honestly)

[edgysaintjust]

Dumb Picardians TM rb if you love them too

[gwendolynlerman]

Languages of the world

Picard (picard)

Basic facts

Number of native speakers: 700,000

Recognized minority language: Belgium

Language of diaspora: France

Script: Latin, 26 letters

Grammatical cases: 0

Linguistic typology: fusional, SVO

Language family: Indo-European, Italic, Romance, Western, Gallo-Romance, Oïl

Number of dialects: 2 main groups

History

c. 1000 - first written evidence

1960s - proposal of spelling methods

1990 - recognition in Belgium

Writing system and pronunciation

These are the letters that make up the alphabet: a b c ç d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w y z.

Modern written Picard is generally a transcription of the spoken language, so words are usually spelled in different ways.

Grammar

Nouns have two genders (masculine and feminine), two numbers (singular and plural), and no cases. The definite article is the same for both genders.

A certain variant of the language is known as ch’ti due to the Picardian word for celui-ci, chti-chi.

Verbs are conjugated for tense, mood (indicative, conditional, imperative, and subjunctive), voice, person, and number.

Dialects

There are two main dialect groups, Northern and Southern. The differences between them are phonological and morphological.

Some of the variants are ch’ti, rouchi, and roubaignot.

[celestialholz]

Tony Bennett - Close Enough for Love (Audio)

... So I’ve seen y’all recently, with your lovely Qcard song suggestions, all of which are very valid and I adore you for them, but if you’ll allow to wade in, mes captaines, I’ll raise you: space jazz, on their anniversary, with a twist chucked in because it’s me. This was a date idea at one point for the side blog (come say hi to some galactic idiots over at @ask-q-and-picard, if you’re up for such things ^_^), but this narrative was far too sprawling, so here we are! Welcome to around a thousand words of softness, a sprinkling of angst, a side order of introspection, and a god who can’t dance to save his own immortal essence.

(This isn’t a songfic as such guys, but you’ll get the most from it if you have a listen to the above whilst reading, thematically as well as lyrically. Let Tony Bennett melt your soul with his deeply appropriate words and delightful voice. <3)

* Also, as promised, ma’am - @q-card, have fun with this cosmic romance!

“Left foot first, Q.”

“Dammit, Jean-Luc, I don’t -” His footsteps are automatically corrected, the movement vexingly smooth, and he barely represses a snarl at his lover’s grin.

“You’re omniscient, my dear - how can you be so awful at waltzing?” He queries, voice a teasing lilt.

Q sniffs haughtily, offended.

“You know how to have fun,” he points out dryly. “Hardly makes you a natural at it. I’m not used to coordinated movements, man - I just sort of... saunter, and everyone’s just naturally impressed.”

“That’s why I’m trying to lead you,” Picard exclaims patiently, tightening his grip as he encourages the god backwards, deliberately slowing their pace. “You’re improving, if it means anything.”

“How the hell did you -” He sucks in an unnecessary breath as he’s swept against that broad chest, sprinkle of salt and pepper hair so maddeningly concealed by a jet-black tuxedo. “Where the hell did you learn how to do this, anyway?”

“I’m French,” he says, as though that explains everything, or indeed anything at all. Q blinks, baffled.

“The waltz is Austrian, you entire -”

 “European, then - it’s popular everywhere. Now, stop talking, will you?” Picard levels him with a stern exasperation. “It really doesn’t matter how poor your steps, Q - it’s all about the ambience.”

His deity grudgingly obliges, directing a glare to the old-school record player that rests off to their right; he snaps softly to restart the jazz track, attempting to absorb the steps as comprehensively as the words sink into falsely human skin, penetrate the entity thrumming in contentment beneath.

“You and I, an unmatched pair, took the time to touch, to share. Worlds apart the night we met, we braved the odds and won the bet...”

Gods, how long had he spent assuming this completely unattainable, this easy contact, the gentle heat now strewn through their acquaintance? Mere shards of cosmic time, but evocative of forever to a lonely, uninspired deity; a multitude of ultimately meaningless instances he’d tried so very hard to infuse with grander purpose, to express in a thousand universal languages that his beloved couldn’t hope to understand precisely what he couldn’t say…

His precious human had gotten there eventually, and as damned as he’d be to admit it aloud, it’s all the sweeter and warmer for the wait. He’d been expecting it to dull over the years, this calm sharing of his life, led in tender movements across the cosmic landscape; his captain is the introvert to his eccentricity, the tempered observer to his mischief-making, the mortal to his eternal: always quiet, always stalwart. Their ethics fail to align even now, and yet that silent yearning for adventure, to be more than they ought to be, continues to lead them as easily as Picard in their silly dance.

... It isn’t supposed to be so enchanting. His siblings think him quite mad, and perhaps he is, but he’d sooner tear the universe asunder than lack this wondrous connection.

 “How old-fashioned, pure romance; shared a kiss, we shared a dance...”

They’re slowing down, he acknowledges vaguely, as though Jean-Luc Picard doesn’t lack enough haste as it is; he takes a brief moment to awkwardly rest his chin upon his lover’s scalp before they’re gently pulled apart by kinetic flow, and the human smiles up at him tenderly.

“See, you’re not so bad when you aren’t overthinking it.”

“Shame we can’t all be idiots,” he bites back harmlessly, smirking. Picard draws them apart just enough to roll his eyes at the tease.

 “Oh do get off your high horse, mon dieu. At least I understand basic movements.”

Q laughs softly, steps lighter for the repetition through an advanced mind; he shifts snappily, avoids crushing a toe or two. It’s hardly conducive to the mood, after all, having to fix broken bones mid-routine, though it’s perhaps a more appropriate metaphor for their overall relationship than their now smoother performance.

The piece soldiers on blithely, suitably suave as a scene-setter.

“Not just lovers, more than friends - who knows where one starts and one ends? Tracing lights through sleepless nights that I’ll remember always, always…”

Q clasps their joined hand more firmly, so beautifully unified; their relationship has been the merest moment of his existence, yet it’s been more fulfilling than every fragment of the millions of years that have preceded it. He’s whole, finally, yet it’s all so very fleeting – all he’ll be left with within the blink of an eye is a frosted emptiness, colder than the space they occupy, and it’s enough to freeze him prematurely solid.

“Long goodbyes and tearful looks hold up well in poems and in books, but you and I have life to hold the greatest story never told…”

Live in the moment, you complete fool, he scolds himself silently, swaying elegantly now against his captain, hoping his sudden melancholy isn’t as visible as he fears it may be at Picard’s quizzical glance upwards.

“I can’t help but feel that anyone waltzing their way across the Magallenic Stream ought not to be so pensive,” comes the tranquil observation, grey eyes sporting a dash of worry, and the god allows a lightly bitter smile to coat human lips for a moment; a twenty light year-long dancefloor impossibly forms their stage, a flattened covering to the stellar river that connects the Milky Way to the vastness beyond stands as his grandiose anniversary gift, when all he longs to do is present him the universe on a silver platter.

“I hasten to remind you, mon capitaine, that you were quite content to do this in your quarters,” he points out in exasperation. “A tragedy, truly.”

A forehead meets his neck, their dance once more stilted to a simplified, vaguely rhythmic sway, and a gentle curl of a chuckle rises up in a vibration.

“Yes, well,” he mutters, “I’m rather unimaginative, as you’ve so enjoyed exclaiming for the past decade.”

A decade is nothing, less than, even. Why, then, does it feel like everything? He swallows ice, ripple running through his lover.

“It’s been a good decade,” he murmurs faintly. “Really quite an exceptional one, actually. The best, undoubtedly.”

Even fully versed in the linguistics of Picardian romance, he’s still evading the eloquent depth that comes so naturally to him.

The future’s for another day, not for tonight, he reminds himself sternly. We don’t ruin tonight, Q.

“The most wondrous,” Picard concedes warmly, “though I feel I’m at risk of seeming distinctly ungrateful. I’ve yet to give you a gift.”

Q can’t help a bark of disbelieving laughter – an absurd notion, honestly.

“Not sure what else you’re referring to the past ten years as,” he breathes, to a soft sigh.

“A gift to myself as much as to you,” he replies truthfully, and stars, he knows his Jean-Luc is a man of words, but must they always burn so delightfully? “No, I was thinking something far more… permanent.”

He doesn’t need to breathe, however biologically accurate his masquerade, though the absolute lack of oxygen that permeates open space suddenly seems a notable problem.

“… What?” It’s barely a blurted whisper, strangled by the purest hope and the deepest despair, because he can’t mean -

“You heard me,” Picard replies tenderly, and they’ve stopped dancing entirely now, though the embrace is no less fierce, the stare no less richly sincere. “I’ve been thinking on it, and… well, I’ve never been especially keen on the idea of ceasing to exist in the first place, and though forever is utterly incomprehensible to me currently, I believe it might not be so nightmarish –”

He doesn’t get any further for a good while; the breathlessness is spontaneously a problem shared and halved at the same time as they kiss, only the innate capacities of godhood keeping one of them alive.

“If you’ll have me, of course,” the captain adds eventually, the moment he’s freed, lips brushed rouge and eyes hazed, and by the galaxies if it isn’t the most precious thing a deity could ever hope to see; Q bursts into giddy laughter, runs a soft thumb down a smooth cheek, barely deigns to believe his own superlative good fortune.

“You really are stupid, aren’t you?” He answers, beaming, and he couldn’t mean anything less if it was bidden so by his own omnipotence. 

“Well, if we’re speaking comparatively -”

“Hush, you wondrous being,” Q whispers, lips upon his cheek, and he’s never feel so desperately enamoured by anything, anyone. “Ambience, darling - jazz is restarting.”

“Ah. Of course.” Picard grins, and a god spontaneously decides that he’s going to spend the next ten decades weaving sonnets dedicated solely to this evening across the literature of space-time as they retake their stances, and he snaps fingers through a distinct visual blur.

... He isn’t going to cry. He’s a damned Q, however frighteningly unimportant that seems in the arms of the mortal he adores.

“Not perfect yet, but close enough for love...”

Omniscience will give an entity the knowledge of there being no such concept as karma, so perhaps it’s irony instead that has his learned skill fly instantly from his brilliant mind as he stumbles over thin air, before almost immediately straightening, tux magically unruffled, beloved human so dreadfully amused.

“Shut up, okay? I’m emotionally compromised, and frankly allowed to be. It’s my anniversary.”

Picard chuckles in utter warmth, and concedes the point - perfection has no place here, or wherever they will ever happen to be.

[ask-q-and-picard]

A question for Q: I know you're *above* all of them, but are there any mortal pleasures you enjoy? Food? Sex, drugs, rock & roll?

Q: Oh, by the galaxies... you know, this is why I despise mortals. Think upon the possibilities of my powers, my ineffable ami, as thoroughly as you’re capable - I surf solar flares for entertainment, split the atom when I’m bored, shape the very fabric of everything that has ever been, ever will, everything that currently is. Why in the name of all sanity would I find pleasure in such things?!

Picard: ... You aren’t being serious.

Q: I am being deathly sincere, my dear.

Picard: You’re honestly pretending you don’t frequently demolish almond croissants? Or a good Picardian rouge? Or... indulge in other, specific passions -

Q: Jean-Luc, I have a reputation to maintain - anyway, ‘specific passions’? What are you blathering about?

Picard: As though you don’t kn - oh, of course. Yes, very clever, Q. I’m remaining firmly silent.

Q: ... Can’t blame an entity for trying...

[stevehendershot]

Black Denim

The majority of the population increasingly adopted their Dutch language. Since 1990, Romanesque Lorraine, Champenois, Franconian Lorraine, Picardian and Walloon have had the status of regional languages. The descent of the French language, like all Romance languages, comes from Latin. As the Romance language, French belongs to the Italian branch. The Indo-European ancient peoples and tribes who immigrated to Italy are known as Italians.

Résultats de la recherche pour handshaking les photos et les images

Monolingual French in Switzerland are the cantons of Geneva (Genève), Jura (the German-speaking municipality of Ederswiler is excluded), Neuchâtel (Neuchâtel) and Vaud (Vaud). One can say that Swiss French largely corresponds to standard French. French is the only official language in Québec. Quebec French also speaks the Francophone residents of Ontario and Western Canada. It was the French seafarer Samuel de Champlain who founded a trading post in 1608 from which the later city developed. After the conquest of British adventurers, Québec came back into French possession three years later, in 1632. I remember him as very competent, helpful and funny. I will never forget him. Today is the birthday of Leonide e-mile, who died a few years ago.

Against his will, Dupin is quickly appointed a special investigator in a brutal case that will soon claim further victims. Mysterious, refined and exciting - Commissioner Dupin is investigating in the heart of Brittany. The third most common language was Canadian Gaelic in the mid-19th century. is crowned on St. Peter's Square in Rome with the triple papal crown, the "tiara". It is the last coronation of a pope to date, since his successors rejected the coronation. Who does not know her. A total of 37 albums cover the adventures of the title hero. Loved by young and old. Then and now. The French language, Swiss French, is spoken by around 23 percent of the population. In France, it is still largely valid today. In the east of the People's Republic iphone 11 bazooka phone case there will be a cable-stayed bridge the world's largest span opened.

[grissomesque]

a tale of two captains. Picard 2x2 | VOY 5x12

[from-b612]

anyone have that oil painting of the nun with the absolutely massive tits and it’s painted in like a semi-classical style

[sarcastardreviews]

Opinion: Star Trek: Discovery Isn’t the First Trek That Took a While to Find Its Feet

Opinion: Star Trek: Discovery Isn’t the First Trek That Took a While to Find Its Feet

Season 2 of Star Trek: Discovery is in full swing now, and the series suddenly feels like it’s on solid ground. When Discovery debuted in 2017, some Trek fans like myself found it to be, frankly, a mess. Opting for a darker tone – complete with ratcheted-up violence and actual cussing – the first season sought to be a gritty war drama stuffed to the breaking point with harrowing revelations, sudden murders, and, most notably, an alteration (welcome or unwelcome, depending on who you ask) of the diplomatic and egalitarian philosophies that had marked most of Star Trek up to that point.

Some fans enjoyed the 180-degree about-face for Star Trek, while others felt that Discovery was too different an animal to be considered alongside reliable favorites like Star Trek: The Next Generation and Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Having grown up on TNG, I have always been an acolyte of Captain Jean-Luc Picard (a Picardian perhaps?) and I am endlessly pleased to see DS9 having a proper renaissance these days; some hardcore fans even place DS9 at the top of the Trek canon now.

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Opinion: Star Trek: Discovery Isn’t the First Trek That Took a While to Find Its Feet

Opinion: Star Trek: Discovery Isn’t the First Trek That Took a While to Find Its Feet was originally published on Sarcastard Reviews

[shauta25]

Bug spray!! It's a must!! DEET free in Green and Picardian in silver for those pesky early morning and dusk bugs. Also sun block with big protection! Seriously what are you waiting for?? Youravon.com/shauta