#polish vocab

[er-cryptid]

[hanzajesthanza]

[tealingual]

Basic Polish phrases

dzień dobry /d͡ʑɛɲ ˈdɔb.rɨ/ good day do widzenia /dɔ viˈd͡zɛ.ɲa/ goodbye  tak /tak/ yes nie /ɲɛ/ no proszę /ˈprɔ.ʂɛ/ please dziękuję /d͡ʑɛŋˈku.jɛ/ thank you  przepraszam /pʂɛpˈra.ʂam/ sorry, excuse me na zdrowie /na ˈzdrɔ.vjɛ/ cheers

[mishkakagehishka]

zdasz egzamin. jak nie zdasz to będzie gili gili

🙏🙏🙏🙏

[leedee013]

Igła means needle in polish and you said we can sent multiples !!!!!!!!

Cheating the system !!!!!

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Jean rolled his eyes. "Seriously though, Andrew. What's his story?"

Andrew worked in silence for a minute. A normal customer might think it was because Andrew was focused on the task at hand, but Jean knew better. He knew Andrew was busy pushing and pulling at the web of truths and lies and rumors that surrounded any potential answer he could give, and that he was more focused on finding the perfect balance between sharing too much and sharing too little.

"Ask your flatmates," Andrew finally said without so much as a glance away from his work. "They know a lot more than me. It's nothing good, though."

"I could have guessed that," Jean said, rolling his head to the side so he had a better view of Andrew. "What kind of things?"

Andrew sucked in a long breath. "He went to the same high school as us. Back then he was just a prick who thought he was above the law. You see, his family is very, very wealthy, so if he fucked up, he could just throw money at the problem. It didn't hurt that he was the star player on our football team."

"The same team as Kevin and Renee."

Andrew nodded.

"I don't get it, though. The guy's arms were completely infected or irritated. What happened?"

[lesbiangerman]

New Year's Eve | Polish vocabulary list

• new year's eve - sylwester m

• countdown - odliczanie n

• champagne - szampan m

• fireworks - fajerwerki pl

• midnight - północ f

• evening - wieczór m

• party - przyjęcie n

• confetti - konfetti n

• balloon - balon m

• hourglass - klepsydra f

• calendar - kalendarz m

• clock - zegar m

• memories - wspomnienia pl

• noise - hałas m

• time - czas m

• new year's resolution - postanowienie noworoczne n

• to celebrate - świętować

• to dance - tańczyć

• to sing - śpiewać

Happy New Year! Szczęśliwego Nowego Roku!

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Words I easily mix up

stół - table

sounds similar to the english word "stool", so I usually assume chair

Masculine, inanimate noun

Declension:

case - singular (table) - plural (tables)

Nomnative - stół - stoły

Gentive - stołu - stołów

Dative - stołowi - stołom

Accusative - stół - stóły

Instrumental - stołem - stołami

Locative - stole - stołach

Vocative - stole - stoły

source: wiktionary

[depoteka]

i know duolingo isn't gonna teach me any language really but maybe i should get back to it and try practicing all my languages daily

[strawberrymleko]

Thinking about doing some vocab lists; currently plotting how to go about it 📚

[kringelorde]

found out belarus has a standardized latin transcription form that pulls straight outta polish and finally... I can read an east european language. they can keep me out no longer; I’m looking with my tiny latin-alphabet-exclusive peabrain. you guys did not fucking lie @ ukr/belarus... you do share a stupid amount of vocab with us...

[stars-tonight]

hi! congrats on 100 followers!!! 🎉🥳 for the event could i do milkshakes and gossip pls? thank you! ^^

STUDY DATE (FT. SAKUSA KIYOOMI)

milkshake -> sakusa kiyoomi

gossip -> study date

synopsis: one would think sakusa kiyoomi would be decent at studying. pre-timeskip, pre-established relationship, fluff

word count: 610

“come on, ‘omi, you have to focus.” you gently tap your boyfriend’s homework, which is spread out--undone, mind you--across his desk. sakusa is mindlessly spinning his pencil around in his hand, staring out the window. he had asked you to come over to his house to help him study today. you had agreed, although you’re starting to think you definitely should’ve guessed beforehand that no homework would be done on sakusa’s part.

sakusa blinks as you bring him back down to earth. “huh? oh.” he scowls as he looks away from the window and back down at his papers. “i am focusing.”

you sigh, exasperated. he had been staring at his english worksheet for the past hour. you had already finished your chemistry lab and your history homework. you have to put your foot down. “if you don’t start focusing, i won’t come to your game tomorrow. and i know it’s an important one.” itachiyama is set to play fukurōdani, another huge powerhouse team from tokyo, tomorrow, for a spot at this year’s spring nationals tournament.

sakusa’s eyes snap over to you. “you can’t do that,” he complains. “you promised you’d come to all of my games. and we’re almost at the finals.”

if there was one thing you would never think you’d see sakusa kiyoomi do, it was puppy dog eyes. but the look he gives you right now might just count. “i’m not good at english,” he mutters. “and you’re not helping me anymore.”

you sigh again. “i gave you all of my vocab flashcards two weeks ago,” you say. “it’s your job to actually look at them. if you don’t look at them, of course you’re not going to learn anything, and of course you’re going to have trouble doing the homework.”

sakusa rolls his eyes. “japanese people don’t need to know english,” he insists. “i’m not planning on going abroad after high school. i’ll play for the japanese team. i’m not like wakatoshi-kun, he’s planning on going to europe.”

“ushijima-san is going to europe?” you set down your pencil and lean forward in interest. “to play volleyball?”

“he’s considering it,” sakusa says. “he told me he’s received some offers and is looking into a team in poland. but he’ll probably stay in japan for a few years after graduation before going abroad.”

“poland? can he even speak polish?”

“no. he’ll have to spend a few years learning.”

“see,” you say, “even ushijima-san is going to learn another language. and before you say that it’s for his career, you have to learn english for school. it’s similar. so focus. come on.” you tap his paper again.

he sighs roughly. “five more minutes,” he bargains. “tell me what you’re working on now.” he eyes your paper.

“statistics,” you say. “you know, normal distributions, standard deviations?” your eyes sparkle. “it’s one of my favorite subjects.”

sakusa definitely doesn’t know. but it’s a strategy to waste time and stall before you get on him again about doing his work. and you’re interested in it.

“oh, yeah?” he sets his pencil down. “read me some stats.”

that’s not exactly how it works, but you don’t tell him that. “hmm, let’s see. . .” you twirl your pencil around your fingers and tap your chin with it thoughtfully. “there’s a ten percent chance you’ll finish your homework on time, and a ninety percent chance you’ll get over twenty-five kills tomorrow, and a zero percent chance that i’ll miss your game. and. . .”

“and?” sakusa prompts.

you look at him slyly. “and a hundred percent chance that, even though you’re awful at studying and don’t know how to say ‘stupid’ in english, i love you.”

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

With Duolingo getting enshittified, do you know any similar alternatives for learning Welsh? I started last year but stopped after moving here because house move, spoons, etc. and all the news about it is really putting me off restarting on duo.

If vocab is what you want, there's an app called Influent that has a Welsh option. It's paid - I think it costs a fiver? So not much. But it's great for vocab, and gamified, so that's fun.

Actual courses:

learnwelsh.cymru is the official Welsh Government supported website to hook you up with any course. At any level, too, from absolute entry level beginner to "Used to speak it but haven't in a while so need to polish up". You can find in person courses, online courses, long ones, short ones, free ones, paid ones, ones designed for employment (including specific fields), Saturday workshops, residentials, digital resources... There's tonnes. Absolutely tonnes. And, if you want one of the paid new beginner ones, they're currently discounted to half price until the end of January with the code CYMRU24. Obviously, free ones are shorter and much more basic than paid, but they do exist.

Your local Menter Iaith will very likely have some options; go along and ask (you can do that in English, they'll be fine with it).

SaySomethingInWelsh is always always the best. It uses a completely different language learning method and it churns out fluent speakers like you wouldn't believe. This is because their course focuses on verbal and oral language acquisition skills rather than the written word. Now, they used to achieve this, in the online courses, by means of audio recordings, but they have finally built their own AI NO DON'T SWITCH OFF COME BACK they built it themselves. It hasn't replaced anyone, and won't. It just makes the audio recordings into something more interactive and therefore more effective. And currently if you sign up to it, you get it for a tenner a month (this will sometime soon be rising to £30 a month, but if you sign up while it's still a tenner they'll never put you up to the £30).

Or, they do an in-person intensive course, which is 100% effective and incredible but costs £2000 a day. Like, it will make you fluent in weeks, but that's way too steep for the likes of us peasants.

And, I expect others will probably add in the notes any others I've missed. So keep an eye there. Good luck!

[spontaneousmilktea]

𓆩♡𓆪 bunny's 60-day glow up challenge 𓆩♡𓆪

hi again, i was searching for a challenge to motivate me till the end of the year and i think i found the perfect one by @dreambunnynotes. please go on her account if you are interested in the rules&template. thank you! ✧˖*°࿐

my chosen habits:

learn polish

study

selfcare

my goals and why’s:

habit one: i need to learn polish at minimum level B1 because i want to move in poland next year and there are not many universities that teach in english and are interesting. i also want to become a polyglot so this is perfect.

habit two: i have to study (besides polish) for my school and my exams because i kinda want that academic validation... i also want to have high scores so it will be easier to get in unis.

habit three: lately i've been neglecting myself and my well being and of course if i dont feel pretty and clean i will feel miserable for the day and wont be able to be focus on my tasks. i want to look pretty for myself. i want to achieve my best self.

my habit energy tiers:

habit one: polish

low energy: achieve all tasks on duolingo

medium energy: finish a section on duolingo; study vocab

high energy: study grammar rules; watch a tv show; read a children's book

habit two: study

low energy: read 10 pages from a book/ lecture; review lessons

medium energy: do hw; finish projects/drawings/paintings; study 2 hours

high energy: study 5 hours

habit three: selfcare

low energy: pilates for 10-15 min + basic shower routine

medium energy: pilates for 15-20 min + basic shower routine + morning and night routine

high energy: pilates for +20 min + everything shower routine + morning and night routine

(edit: i'll change my habits energy tiers so it alligns with my daily schedule) (edit 2: as a reward ill buy for myself some gym clothes)

[lesbiangerman]

haven't been here in a while huh? not a lot was going on except my energy being at an all time low but the language journey is all about the ups and downs so im not giving up or anything :)

ive actually signed up for a great korean course and found out that my favorite method of learning is reading books in my target language so that's great! i bought a A2-B1 german translation of the grimm brother's fairytales and holy shit what a confidence boost it was lmao. amazing feeling when i read it and understand the meaning without much problem.

probably also why i don't learn well from flashcards, turns out i need full sentences.

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Polish vocab of the day!

strata (f) =

[ID The comic page "Loss" from control alt delete by Tim Buckley End ID]

[kingkat12]

quelle jolie chose (marquis de gramont x reader)

WARNINGS: mentions of bodily harm, violence, intimidation, humiliation

summary: as the new owner of The Continental in Moscow, you should've known better before helping John Wick escape Russia-- what will the Marquis do when he finds out you've been in contact with the excommunicado he's been after all along?

word count: 1,714

a/n: this is chapter one of a quite long Marquis fic i'm writing, so don't you worry... there's much more to come!!! and there are some french words here and there, i am NOT french lol so do correct me if i'm wrong, and there is a vocab at the end!! enjoy<33333

I hadn't planned on facilitating John Wick's escape from The Moscow Continental-- nothing was going as planned, these days. That was truly dawning on me as the Marquis' guards gripped me harder, forcing me down on my knees in front of him as I glared up at the statuesque man before me. 

I was well-versed in the rules of the High Table, having grown up in the order. It was only recently that I had taken over the hotel, almost immediately after my father's untimely death. I had suddenly found myself at the center of the operation I had watched from afar my whole life, and had the truth about my father's work unveiled to me during a time when I should've been mourning him. It had been terribly hard, but I had gotten myself together for the sake of the hotel. For the sake of my life, my family, and our legacy.

However, nothing had been more important than the debt I owed John Wick. Funnily enough, that was exactly what had gotten me into this situation.

"You should've known better than to succumb to such foolishness," The Marquis took another step towards me, his eerily green eyes drilling into me with intimidation unlike anything I had ever seen before. "We know your father was weak when it came to Mr. Wick, but you? That you would be helping an excommunicado evade us? That was certainly unexpected from the newly instated owner of The Moscow Continental."

I hated that this was happening in my penthouse. Had I stayed at the hotel tonight to tend to business, I would've at least been sure he wouldn't kill me. The grip the guards had on me, the force in which my knees were being pressed against my newly polished wooden floors, nearly had me wincing-- but there was no way in hell I'd show him how scared I was. My gaze only hardened, trying to wry myself out of the strong hands holding me down; "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about!"

Letting out an exasperated sigh, the Marquis rolled his eyes. It was almost as though he was bored with me. "We have it all on video," he grumbled, unimpressed with my attempts of denial. "Him at the hotel, him in one of your cars, and videos from the shootout at Sheremetyevo airport. It seems you're good with a gun, miss... Actually, it's probably good to find out whether you have one on you right now." With a wave of his hand, the guard next to him stepped toward me, and it didn't take long before I was pressed face-down to the floor as I yelled out in protest.

With tears pressing upon my eyes, I could only curse as they managed to find the knife in my boot and continued to search me-- my eyes widened when they moved up my thighs, finding the gun I had stuffed down the side of my hip before having gotten dragged into this room, ambushed in my own home. I let out another yell, kicking with the best of my abilities, as my pants were dragged down my thighs and my hands were held tightly at my back.

I heard a hum coming from the Marquis, who had stepped away to make himself a cup of tea by the table I had set up a few weeks ago. Everything about his nonchalance angered me further-- I couldn't believe this was happening to me in the room I had set up to focus on the one thing that gave me a sense of purpose and peace; my paintings. They were hung up on the tall walls, and I caught a glimpse of Vincent admiring the one to his left.

My head pounded with fear, not used to this sort of humiliation. These feelings were new-- I knew I was the only one who could save me now that John Wick was out of the country. I looked away, pressing my forehead against the floor, still fighting my captivity. 

I didn't need to look at the well-dressed Marquis to know that he was watching the whole ordeal play out before him. Then again, I didn't know a single man who wouldn't watch a woman get undressed, unwanted or not. So there I was, splayed out on the floor of my atelier, the cold winter air of my penthouse hitting my bare thighs with my red panties on display. I wanted to cry, embarrassed beyond belief about being in my underwear in front of all of these men, but also scared like never before-- would they take it further than this? Would this be the moment where what I had dreaded all my life was about to happen?

Thankfully, my pants were quickly put on, but my favorite gun was confiscated. My cheeks were still bright red, remnants of tears pooling in my eyes as I was propped back up on my knees. "Aren't you supposed to be of nobility?" I asked, speaking through gritted teeth as my head hung between my shoulders in shame. "Did no one teach you to treat ladies with respect?" I couldn't remember a time when any other member of the order had been strip-searched-- sexist fucker. 

The Marquis let out a short chuckle, the arrogance evident even in his laugh. "What makes you believe you deserve my respect after helping John Wick? You're quite rightfully on your knees now, and hopefully, you'll start begging for your life soon. For your own sake, of course," 

"I would rather carve out my own eyes than beg you for anything," I said, a low growl building in my throat along with my anger. "And you know that you need me alive. The whole of Russia will go to war against you if you kill me, and you can count on Bratva and Rusko Roma to avenge me!"

It didn't take long for the Marquis to change his mood once more-- his pompous sneer disappeared off his face with one twitch of his eye, and within the snap of a second, he threw the cup of tea across the room, shattering the glass against the wall with a crushing sound that echoed through the halls. "You will obey!" he yelled, coming towards me with loud, booming steps. Blinded by anger, he crouched down to grab my face in his hand, his grip on my cheeks making me wince. "It doesn't matter to me who your father was or how important you think you are, because you work for me!" 

"And that is where you're wrong," I continued to struggle around the grip his guards had on me, wanting nothing more than to be freed and strike him right across the face. However, a sense of calm washed over me when I realized he wasn't here to kill me-- he couldn't. "I don't work for you. I work for the High Table. You're simply a code in the software, and right now you're pissing off the highest-ranking official in the biggest country in the world. Are you trying to wage a war on Russia, Vincent?"

The mention of his first name had him squeezing my face even harder in his large, rough hands. But this time, I didn't react-- I simply stared back at him, watching the way his pupils shrunk as he focused on me like I was prey. Up close, I could see the deep scar on his cheek, the way his lips pursed with anger, and it suddenly dawned on me that he smelled like a mix of tobacco, amber, and leather. Very manly, very expensive; enticing. 

"War," he echoed, another twitch of his eye ensuing. "Pas de souci. That is not what I want. But what I do want, however..." The Marquis let go of my face, getting up from the ground. "I want John Wick dead, along with his allies. And since I can't kill you yet, it seems I have to make use of your friendship with the excommunicado." With another wave of his hand, the guards let me go-- I pressed my palms against the floor in relief, letting in a shaky heave of air. 

I looked up at him through my brows, feeling my anger pulsing through my veins. "He's long gone, Vincent. He's not coming back to Russia,"

The Marquis hummed; "Get him back, then,"

"He won't--"

"Do it, or I'll put your mother's head on a spike!" His voice boomed through the room, leaving behind an echo that made me want to wince once more. "If he's not here within a week, I will have you bound and forced to watch me rip her limbs apart!" 

My lips parted in shock, feeling as though my body had frozen over. Everything about his threat made me terrified out of my mind-- I couldn't risk it. I knew that the Marquis was dangerous and that he could easily follow through with his words; I needed to get myself together, for the sake of my family. It took a lot of power for me to get up from the ground, balling my fists as I met his threatening gaze. I watched as he stood before me, clad in a ridiculously expensive grey-ish suit, visibly ready for any fight I might want to put up. 

I wasn't stupid-- I realized I was surrounded by his guards with no other choice than to obey. I didn't even have my gun anymore, nor did I have my trusted bodyguard; I wondered whether his body still lay lifeless in the hallway, bleeding out all over my new carpet. 

I was cornered, and I knew it. Which is why I got down on one knee and put my hand over my heart, accepting my reality; "I will be of service,"

The Marquis snickered at my pledge, clearly pleased. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes rounding out in victory at the sight of me willingly kneeling. "Quelle jolie chose," he breathed, nodding to himself. "Good. Very, very good."

I wanted nothing more than to shoot a hole through his face. I couldn't wait for the day I'd get that opportunity.

vocabulary:

pas de souci: no worries

quelle jolie chose: what a pretty thing