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If i had a better relationship with my mother/she wasn't highkey homophobic, I would ask her to translate @insecateur french fics so i can understand the tu/vous obsession better but I do not want her to know I read gay fanfic about French men fucking

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The Ex-Files: Vettel & Rozzi in Imola

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Summary: Claudia Rozzi, Retired F1 driver and Charles Leclerc, current F1 driver for Ferrari had once upon a time a seemingly perfect and passionate relationship but in the middle of the ‘22 season Rozzi dropped off the face of the earth. What happens when the two are forced back into the vicinity of each other, can they forgive each other?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Ex!Oc (Claudia Rozzi)

Warning: Google translated languages, online hate, angst, let me know if there's more.

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“À QUOI PENSIEZ-VOUS? (WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?)” Was yelled so loudly through Claudia's phone by her mother that people on the other side of the principality could probably hear the woman yelling at her daughter. Whilst the two women often didn't get along, Claudia had tendencies to call her mother and ask for her opinion because she knew her mother had good instincts and Mrs Rozzi had always respected her daughter's drive and passion for her career. “NE VOUS SOUVENEZ-VOUS PAS DE CE QUI S’EST PASSÉ LA DERNIÈRE FOIS! (CAN'T YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPEND LAST TIME!)”

“Bonjour Mère, comment vas-tu ? Je vais bien Claudia, comment vas-tu ? Quelque chose d’excitant s’est passé dans votre vie récemment ? Eh bien, en fait, je... (Hello Mother, how are you? I'm well Claudia, how are you? Anything exciting happening in your life recently? Well actually I…)” A tired Claudia answered, who had just woken up by her phone ringing at four o clock in the morning as she lay wrapped in her heavy and warm duvet.

Whilst rambeling trying to get her mother to calm down, she pulled on the blinds, allowing the Mediterranean sun to creep through the windows. Only in the early mornings would the sun lay heavily on the flat as a building blocked it during the rest of the day.

“Arrête ça! (Stop that!)” Claudias mother roared at her daughters antics.

“J’ai juste pensé que ce serait bien de... (I just thought it would be nice to…)” Claudia started before getting cut off.

"Qui, sain d’esprit, retournerait dans cette équipe ? Et ce garçon quand même ? (Who in their right mind would go back to that team? And that boy nonetheless?)"

This was how most of their conversations went, neither would listen to the other and in the end they would just say goodbye without resolving it and never bring it up again or realise that the two of them had been saying exactly the same thing but with different words and therefore end the conversation.

"Maman, n’est-ce pas toi qui as dit que je devais saisir toutes les chances de revenir en F1 ? (Mum, wasn't it you that said I should take every chance to get back into F1?)" Claudia said groggily, as she ran a hand through her hair to take a look at the time before turning over and slowly start running her hand thorugh her dogs fur. Claudia had found her little puppy Red, named after her then team, out in the middle of the street right outside of her then flat.

"Eh bien, je ne m’attendais pas à ce que vous retourniez chez Ferrari, que vous alliez chez Williams et que vous remplaciez cet américain à la place ! Tu as déjà conduit pour eux, je suis sûr qu’ils aimeraient te revoir, (Well I didn't expect you to go back to Ferrari, go to Williams and replace that american instead! You've driven for them before, I'm sure they would love to have you back,)" Mrs Rozzi hissed through the phone, her voice almost giving up in the end since she didn't take a breather during her entire monolouge.

"Maman, je ne peux pas faire ça. Ferrari est bon, ils ont un nouveau directeur d’équipe qui semble savoir ce qu’il fait. C’est une excellente occasion de montrer que je suis toujours aussi bon et que je veux un siège pour la saison prochaine. Je devrai juste être cordial quand je le verrai, alors que Fred m’a promis que je n’aurais pas à le faire à moins que cela ne soit nécessaire. Et je peux le faire puisque je suis généreusement rémunéré. J’étais leur soi-disant dernier espoir, alors ils ne se sont pas vraiment retenus, (Mum, I can't do that. Ferrari is good, they have a new team principal who actually seems like he knows what he's doing. It's a great oppertunity to show that I'm still as good and want a seat for the next season. I'll just have to be cordial when I see him, whick Fred has promised I wont have to unless neccesairy. And I can do that since I'm being compensated generously. I was their so called last hope so they didn't really hold back,)" Claudia argued back whilst rubbing her face with the palm of her hand as Red climbed up on her bed and decidning to lay down on her mothers chest and curl up there.

"Claudia..."

"Regardez, c’est tôt le matin, nous sommes dans des fuseaux horaires différents et vous m’avez réveillé. Je dois être à Imola dans quelques heures, alors au revoir. Je te parlerai plus tard et je dirai à Seb que papa dit bonjour, (Look it's early in the morning, we're in different timezones and you woke me up. I have to be in Imola in a few hours so goodbye. I'll talk to you later and I'll tell Seb that dad says hello,)" Claudia cut off her mother for once before ending the call and throwing her phone down onto her bed and getting up with Red in her arms to get ready to drive the almost six hours drive to meet Seb an get everything ready for not only her first race since 2022 but also the running of Ratzbergers and Sennas cars.

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claudia97rozzi Buongiorno Imola. Ecco una giornata con me e il meraviglioso Seb. Abbiamo fatto un giro in città prima di scendere in pista e vedere le meravigliose auto che guideremo questo fine settimana. Sono onorato che mi sia stato chiesto di guidare la vettura di Ronald Ratzberger questo fine settimana al fianco di Sebastian ad Ayrton Sennas. Non vedo l'ora di vedervi tutti questa settimana, e ai tifosi: sono molto entusiasta di tornare a gareggiare per tutti voi questo fine settimana e spero in un buon risultato.

Qui abbiamo anche una foto molto bella di Seb che si infastidisce con me e con tutta la mia eccitazione questo fine settimana.

Forza Ferrari Sempre <3

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Good morning Imola. Here's a day with me and the wonderful Seb. We took a ride around town beforeheading out on the track and seeing the wonderfulcars we'll be driving this weekend. I am honoured that I have been asked to drive Ronald Ratzberger's car this weekend alongside Sebastian in Ayrton Sennas. I can't wait to see you all this week, and to the tifosi: I'm very excited to be back racing for all ofyou this weekend and hopefully a good result. 

Here we also have a very nice photo of Seb getting annoyed with me and all my excitement thisweekend.

Forza Ferrari Sempre <3

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user1 This will be more entertaining than the current F1 season

→ user2 seriously 😴🥱 → user3 👏👏👏

user4 ARE YOU KIDDING ME I WILL SEE YOU ON MY BIRTHDAY AT THE RACE DRIVING SENNA‘S CAR WHAT A BIRTHDAY PRESENT😭😭😭😭😭😭

user5 Are you kidding me? OMG two of best drivers of all time, together. Love you seb, we miss u.

user6 My first time at an F1 race and i will see my favourite athlete of all time is quite a highlight🤩

user7 I've started crying already

→ user8 AHAH SAME

so does anyone have an idea of what dog Red is haha? I have no idea, please help

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Learning French #1

Hi everyone, I did something silly and started studying french at uni level without knowing any french. Hehehe.... Anyway, right now I've survived the first exam but I have to survive the other ones so I am going to log my learning progress here so that I can review stuff.

I'm going to essentially try to focus on my weak areas and maybe someone else out there is also struggeling, and this will help.

Okay first on the agenda:

Verbs that you speak with:

Expressing having done something:

Aka when you speak, You usually start a sentence like this: I have studied today. = J'ai étudié aujourd'hui.

You use the past form called "Passé composé" in this instance which is usually equal to when you in english say "I have + (verb) this". So you can say, I have called mom today = J'ai appelé maman aujourd'hui.

The Passé composé form of the verb is usually constructed with the verb AVOIR which is to have and a nonchanging form of the verb in passé composé form.

So the passé composé of chantir (to sing) is chanté with present for of AVOIR like this.

J'ai chanté = I have danced. Tu a chanté = You have danced. Il/Elle chanté = He/She has danced. Nous avon chanté = We have danced. Vous avez chanté = You(plural) have danced. Ils/Elles ont chanté = They have danced. Here you can see the verb chantir actually dosent change based on person. But the verb avoir does thats connected to it. ______________________________________

Common Verbs:

Other sentences that one use is for example: - I did this/X - I worked a lot. - Can you do X? - I want ice-cream. There is many verbs we use when speaking in english. Primary did (to do), can (to can/able to), going (to go), and want (to want). These verbs are; To do = FAIRE To can = POUVOIR To go = ALLER To want = VOULOIR The issue with many of this verbs is that they mostly have irregular verb conjugation. Which means they don't follow the common pattern with many verbs for example like PARLER (to speak): - Je parle -- parl + e - Tu parles -- parl + es - Il/Elle parle -- parl + e - Nous parlons -- parl + ons - Vous parlez -- parl + ez - Ils/Elles parlent -- parl + ent (some verbs also use ont instead of ent as common spelling) The redux "parl" is combined with the common conjugated form of the present, which is very often: (e, es, e, ons, ez, ent/ont) The issue with the previously mentioned verbs is that they dont have common spelling. In french grammar they catagorize verbs in 1st (premier), 2nd (deuxieme) and 3rd (troisieme) category. And FAIRE is and irregular -re verb which is usually in the 3rd category. TO BE (être) and TO HAVE(avoir) is also verbs that are so irregular they are in the 3rd category. FAIRE: (to do, also works as to make in french) - Je fais = I do (X wrong, faise) [ fai + s ] - Tu fais = You do (X wrong, faises) [ fai + s ] - Il/Elle fait = He/She do (X wrong, faise) [ fai + t ] - Nous faisons = We do (Standard, faisons) [ fai + sons ] - Vous faites = You do (X wrong, faisez) [ fai + tes ] - Ils font = They do (X wrong, faisont) [ f + ont ] I added wrong (inside here), which would be what would happen if you were to follow standard spelling but it dosen't. It even changes its redux at "Ils" where fai becomes f to account for the + ont. POUVOIR: To can/be able to - Je peux -- peu + x - Tu peux -- peu + x - Il/Elle peut -- peu + t - Nous pouvons -- pouv + ons - Vous pouvez -- pouv + ez - Ils/Elles -- peuv + ent Here you can see the redux (the start stem) of the verb changes several times, and 1-3 person uses x and t for its bending, which is not regular. ALLER: To go - Je vais -- va + is - Tu vas -- va + s - Il/Elle va -- va - Nous allons -- all + ons - Vous allez -- all + ez - Ils/Elles vont -- v + ont VOULOIR: To want - Je veux -- veu + x - Tu veux -- veu + x - Il/Elle -- veu + t - Nous voulons -- voul + ons - Vous voulez -- voul + ez - Ils/Elles -- veul + ent

I'm not going to lie, I keep confusing the difference between aller and vouloir when people are speaking, because my hearing ear is not very good. This is one of the things I am going to try to work on probably in the next text because I can't currently understand a lot of what people are saying because of the sound in my head getting mixed up. Please comment and correct me if you find any mistakes, I am very new to french only (2-3 months) so I don't know if there is any mistakes yet.

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Hello! Hope you enjoy this piece! This was my first ever ZE fic so please enjoy!

The Field siblings hosting a Christmas celebration with Junpei, Lotus, Seven, and Alice present. Christmas activity highlight: throwing darts at a board with Ace’s mugshot on it.

“Clover, don’t you think that’s enough tinsel?”

  Clover’s bright pink hair popped up from the box of Christmas decorations she had buried herself in.

  “Ugh, you’re such a Scrooge, Light. Tinsel is the best Christmas decoration. I want this tree to sparkle and shimmer!”

  “To the contrary,” Light said. “I��m sure that’s an admirable goal to have but I can’t help but wonder if you might have been more successful in that endeavor had you not started decorating the tree with only an hour to go before the party.”

  Clover let out a huff before silently sticking her tongue out at her brother.

  “Keep that up and a bird is going to make a nest on it,” Light said, not even bothering to turn his head in her direction.

  “Don’t you have a quiche or something to check on?!?” Clover asked, brushing glitter off of her sweater.

  “Indeed. I suppose I shall leave you too it.” Light carefully excused himself from the rocking chair he had been sitting in and made his way to the kitchen of the little townhouse the Field siblings shared.

Even having been around him for years, Clover was amazed at how self-sufficient her brother was. She regularly burned herself on pots and pans and had the scars to prove it, yet he was a perfect natural.

  Shaking her head, she turned back to the large Christmas tree in front of her. It was her first time decorating for the holiday as their parents didn’t really celebrate, but she was determined to make it a good time for all involved. She and Light had gone to a specialty store a week ago and bought two large boxes of tinsel, ornaments, lights, and customized stockings. This resulted in the apartment looking as if Santa himself had barfed all over it, but it didn’t matter to Clover.

  As she continued to place tinsel and ribbon around the tree, Clover got lost in thought making sure everything looked good-so much so that when a knock sounded at the door she nearly jumped a foot off the ground.

  “I’ll get it!” she yelled to her brother who was still tinkering around in the kitchen. She raced to the door and took a peak through the peephole. On the other side was the strange woman she and her companions had picked up on the side of the road in Nevada. Instead of the Egyptian costume she had once worn, here she appeared to be in a cozy grey keyhole sweater and a black skirt.

  Clover flung the door open. “Alice! You made it!”

  The dark-haired woman let out a soft giggle. “Why of course, I couldn’t miss the party of the year now, could I?”

  “Come in, come in!” Clover stepped to the side so Alice could enter. After closing the door behind her, she wrapped her in a big hug.

  “I hope I’m not too early,” Alice said. She set down what looked like a wax-sealed wine bottle down then hung her purse on the hook next to the door.

  “Not at all!” Light called from the kitchen.

  Alice picked up the wine bottle and moved in his direction.

  “Bonjour ma chérie! Comment vas-tu?” Light was particularly fond of Alice, not only because he felt she might be a good influence on his little sister but also because it gave him a chance to practice his French.

  “Je vais bien, et vous?” she responded, pressing her cheek to his and making a kiss sound.

  “Je vais très bien,” Light said, reciprocating the gesture.

  “This is a lovely place you two have. Seems you’ve done quite well for yourself,” Alice commented, making her way to the living room. 

  “Anything’s better than being followed around by those lame bodyguards. Such a nuisance. Pretty sure that one bald guy was a pervert too,” Clover huffed.

   “Well I’m glad things have worked out well for the both of you.” Alice smiled warmly. “Do you need any help with your tree?”

  “Yes! Help me decorate Alice!” Clover jumped up and ran over to the open box on the floor. “Take these!” She thrust a small box of pink and blue ornaments towards her friend excitedly.

  The two continued to work on the tree and chat while Light busied himself in the kitchen. After about 20 minutes, another knock sounded on the door, this one much deeper and heftier than when Alice had arrived.

  “Clover?” Light called.

  “Got it!” The girl yelled and ran for the door, nearly tripping over a string of ribbon spiraling down from the tree.

  As Clover glanced through the peephole, she saw a small cluster of people-a tall, broad man, a shorter, younger man about Clover’s age, a middle aged woman and two girls also around Clover’s age that looked similar to each other and also the older woman.

  “Hey guys! Merry Christmas!” Clover said as she threw the front door open.

  “Clover!” One of the young girls squealed and threw her arms around Clover’s neck. Ennea had cut her hair into a short angled bob recently and was wearing a gray beanie, black leggings and a red and gray flannel, seemingly going for comfort over festivity.

  “It’s so good to see you guys!” Clover said, moving on to the first girl’s twin and squeezing her tight. Nona had beautiful long black hair that was woven into an intricate braid with little red and green Christmas bells tied in to match her green silky dress and red sweater worn over the top of it, much more festive than her sister.

  “My, Clover, life seems to be treating you well,” Lotus, or Hazuki as she was more commonly known, took her turn to give Clover a hug before stepping into the townhome. Hazuki was wearing a teal dress with a white coat and black strappy pumps. It wasn’t terribly cold outside but Clover couldn’t help but wonder if the lady was chilled at all.

  “Even better now that you guys are here!” 

  Clover waved the big hulking man into the room. “Hey get in here ya big lug, you’re letting all the warm air out.”

  Once it was free of his large orange blazer, Seven’s big hand landed on Clover’s head and tousled her hair, much to her chagrin. “Good to see ya too, brat.”

  Finally all that was left outside was Junpei. He looked much more haggard than the last time Clover had seen him, with unkempt hair and dark circles under his eyes. It had taken a lot to get him to agree to come to the party, but seeing the dead look in his eyes she was more grateful than ever that Seven had basically threatened to kidnap him if he didn’t come on his own.

  “Hey Junpei.”

  “Hey Clover.”

  After a moment of hesitation, she pulled him into a hug. It was a careful, delicate embrace. She was afraid if she squeezed too hard he would break into pieces in her hands. The smell of alcohol on his warm breath told her that he was doing even worse than she had thought. But then again, she couldn’t blame him. She knew exactly what losing someone that mattered so much to you felt like, and frankly drinking away your sorrows was a lot tamer than what she could imagine herself doing if things went too far.

  “I’m really glad you could make it,” she said softly, receiving a faint squeeze from his arm in response.

  As she led Junpei back into the heart of the house, Light was setting down the enormous fruit platter Hazuki and her daughters had brought. Alice was talking to Ennea and Nona while Seven and Hazuki settled into the couch.

  “Junpei! What a delight to have you in our presence this fine Christmas Eve.” Light grinned at the dark haired man who had just arrived. If there was anything the Field siblings shared, it was their fondness for Junpei.

  “Hey Sn-Light,” Junpei said.

  Light’s face broke out into a lopsided grin that anyone who didn’t know him might assume meant he was being a smartass. “Please feel free to call me what feels comfortable to you.”

  “Thanks, man,” Junpei nodded at him. He then settled down onto a love seat, wrapping his black leather jacket closer around him.

  “Perfect timing everyone! Now that we’re all here, our food is ready. Please come eat your fill and enjoy a variety of cocktails and other drinks,” Light proudly announced to rest of the room.

  “Light, could you please change the music??” Clover pleaded with her brother as their guests began to fill their plates in the kitchen.

  “Why would that be? Do you not find Tchaikovsky a perfect accompaniment for a Christmas party?” Light asked with a quizzical expression on his face.

  “Classical music is so lame for any party. Besides, I think some more classic Christmas spirit vibes would help cheer Junpei up.”

  “Ah, I suppose you might be right. Fine, I will play something more cheerful.” Light disappeared into the other room before coming back with a new CD, which he promptly switched out in the player.

  As more mainstream Christmas carols began to play in the background, the guests began to settle back into their seats in the living room with full glasses and plates. While they ate, they each recounted where life had taken them in the months since the event that had brought them altogether. Hazuki had scored a great programming job that she was proud of, while Ennea had followed in her mother’s footsteps and was studying computer science in college. Nona announced that she was taking courses in criminal psychology, which perked Alice’s ears up. 

  The two of them continued a private conversation as Seven informed the rest of the group that he and Junpei had been investigating “some freaky cult” that had ties to Hongou, and therefore the Kurashikis. Seven seemed optimistic about their chances of not only crushing the potentially dangerous group but also finding the perpetrators of the second Nonary Game. Clover could tell though that Junpei was uncomfortable with this line of discussion, his knuckles turning white around the beer he was nursing.

  Apparently Light could tell as well without Clover needing to nudge him, because as soon as Seven was finished talking he stepped right in.

  “Speaking of Mr. Hongou, I took the liberty of planning an extra activity for the night. I thought it could bring some catharsis to our particular cast of characters. If you’ll follow me.” With that, Light stood up and began making his way to the back door.

  “What did you do??” Clover whispered, following close behind him.

  “Oh you will see,” Light dismissed her.

  As the group made their way into the small backyard that came with the town home, Light made his way over to a strange contraption that was facing the back wall. It was a vertical wooden square supported by two planks, one on each side connecting to another horizontal piece of wood attached to wheels at the ground. Light pulled it away from the wall and turned it to face the guests before opening the top piece of wood to reveal a dart board underneath-except this board was covered by something. As Light stepped out of the way, darts in hand, Clover let out a giggle.

  “Oh you didn’t.” Hazuki let out a shocked gasp but the look in her eyes was one of glee.

  “How did you even get that?” Nona asked.

  “It’s public record, just like all mug shots are,” Light smirked. Plastered on top of the dart board was the mug shot of Gentarou Hongou, taken just hours after the second Nonary Game participants made their way back to civilization and explained their story.

  “Now who would like to go first?” Light asked, extending his hand with the darts to the crowd.

  “Shit, don’t mind if I do,” Seven said. He grabbed a dart from Light’s hand, squinted his right eye, stuck out his tongue and let the dart fly. It was a decent throw but still only hit the edge of the paper.

  “Nice shot,” Alice said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

  “Hey lady, I’m just gettin’ warmed up. Think you could do better?”

  Without a word, Alice exchanged her eggnog for a dart and pushed the mountain of a man out of the way as best as she could. Clover watched as she straightened her posture and adjusted her arm. No one let out a breath for a few silent seconds, then Alice let the dart fly. It hit Hongou square in his mouth.

  “Lucky shot,” Seven muttered under his breath, walking away and downing the rest of his beer.

  “Damn Alice, didn’t know you were a darts champion,” Hazuki said.

  “What can I say, my line of work has some unexpected benefits. Never hurts to be a well-rounded person,” Alice smiled.

  “Who wants to go next?” Light asked, pulling the darts from the board.

  Ennea and Nona both began clamoring for the next dart, but Clover wasn’t paying them any mind. She took a glance at Junpei, who had cracked the first smile she had seen all evening. 

  “Hey,” Clover said, sidling up to him and taking the available seat on the concrete bench he had perched himself on.

  “Hey,” he said, not really looking at her.

  “Are you doing okay, Junpei?”

  A sigh. “Is that a trick question?”

  “You know what I mean, you jerk.”

  “Well, I’m not trapped in a sinking boat, or being axe-murdered or something so I guess in the grand scheme of things it could be worse.” Junpei took a swig of his beer as Ennea landed a dart on Hongou’s hair.

  “You’re telling me,” Clover forced a chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood. It landed flat.

  “Thanks for the concern though.”

  “Hey.” It came out more forceful than intended, but it worked-he turned to face her. “It’s going to be okay. You’ll find her. And in the meantime, you have us. That’s worth something, right?” She could feel tears starting to well up but she forced her face to remain determined.

  Junpei’s face softened. “Yeah. That’s worth a lot of somethings.” She felt his hand find hers along the bench and give her a reassuring squeeze. 

  The two of them spent the rest of the night watching the others play darts, with Junpei eventually drifting off to sleep. He had rested his head on her shoulder, and she was scared to move lest she disturb the peaceful look that had finally found its way to his face. At some point Seven found a blanket and laid it over their shoulders, and Clover began to drift off to sleep too, her heart happy being surrounded by the ones she loved and the Christmas spirit.

[empiredesimparte]

Napoléon V: You're not going to spend all our vacations revising, are you? Charlotte: Unlike some people, I'm not planning to repeat my year

Napoléon V: Joachim and I have it all planned: revise at the last minute, like all normal people Charlotte: A real duo of losers

Napoléon V (ignores, charms): We could rather… go for a picnic on a white sandy beach... then lie against each other and…

Charlotte: Louis, please, I'm trying to concentrate. Why don't you go for a swim for an hour or so, until I finish? Napoléon V: Come on, darling Charlotte: That's a categorical no

Napoléon V: Then I'll go and study too, I want to stay with you Charlotte: Really? Napoléon V: Of course, it's a honeymoon, love

Charlotte: Okay Napoléon V: What are you studying? Charlotte: Economics

Napoléon V: That's the one I understood best Charlotte: I doubt that, darling, you were more diligent in mathematics

Napoléon V: "Imperfect competition refers to a situation of competition in a market where one of the five conditions of pure and perfect competition is not respected" Charlotte: That's the lesson about companies that have a large monopoly, or oligopoly, in the same market Napoléon V: I should send my Uncle Henri to take the economics exam for me Charlotte: It's not that complicated, just look at the chart by the German economist Stackelberg

Napoléon V: I'm a Napoléon, I won't listen to a German! Charlotte (sighs): This is going to take a while Napoléon V: You're giving in?

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Honeymoon at Bora-Bora, 4 Messidor An 230

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Charlotte is studying for the next École Polytechnique exam, which the imperial couple will take later this summer. Napoléon V gently reproaches his wife for studying instead of spending time with him on their honeymoon.

⚜ Traduction française

Charlotte révise les prochains examens de l'Ecole Polytechnique, qui doivent avoir lieu exceptionnellement plus tard cet été pour le couple impérial. Napoléon V reproche gentiment à son épouse d'étudier au lieu de passer du temps avec lui pendant leur lune de miel.

Napoléon V : Tu ne vas tout de même pas passer toutes nos vacances à réviser ? Charlotte : Contrairement à d'autres, je ne compte pas redoubler mon année

Napoléon V : On a tout prévu avec Joachim : réviser à la dernière minute, comme tous les gens normaux Charlotte : Un vrai duo de loosers

Napoléon V (ignore, charmeur) : On pourrait plutôt... aller pique-niquer sur une plage de sable blanc... puis s'allonger l'un contre l'autre et...

Charlotte : Louis, s'il te plaît, j'essaie de me concentrer. Tu n'as qu'à aller nager une petite heure, le temps que je finisse Napoléon V : Allez chérie Charlotte : C'est un non catégorique

Napoléon V : Alors je vais réviser aussi, je veux rester auprès de toi Charlotte : Vraiment ? Napoléon V : Bien sûr, c'est une lune de miel mon amour

Charlotte : Ok Napoléon V : Que révises-tu ? Charlotte : Le cours d'économie

Napoléon V : C'est celui que j'ai le mieux compris Charlotte : J'en doute chéri, tu étais plus appliqué en mathématiques

Napoléon V : "La concurrence imparfaite désigne une situation de concurrence sur un marché où une des cinq conditions de la concurrence pure et parfaite n'est pas respectée" Charlotte : C'est la leçon sur les entreprises qui ont un grand monopole, ou oligopole, sur un même marché Napoléon V : Je devrais envoyer mon oncle Henri passer l'examen d'économie à ma place Charlotte : Ce n'est pas si compliqué, regarde le tableau de l'économiste allemand Stackelberg

Napoléon V : Je suis un Napoléon, je ne vais pas écouter un allemand! Charlotte (soupire) : Ca va être long Napoléon V : Tu capitules ?

[theperksofbeingstupid]

something i love noticing as a native spanish speaker is how cellbit learns spanish and the mistakes he makes,, like he says vamonos regardless of whether it should be vamos or vamonos bc we have both in spanish,, he messes up the conjugations for "vas" (and inadvertently gives himself a chilean accent by saying "vai" or "hai"),, he uses usted instead of tu because pt-br equivalent of using voce is the formal version so he translates that to spanish

[thewriterofmanythings]

Abiding at the Fields

The Field siblings hosting a Christmas celebration with some visitors. Written for ladylakebees on Tumblr for the 2023 ZE Secret Santa. Read also on A03 here.

“Clover, don’t you think that’s enough tinsel?”

Clover’s bright pink hair popped up from the box of Christmas decorations she had buried herself in.

“Ugh, you’re such a Scrooge, Light. Tinsel is the best Christmas decoration. I want this tree to sparkle and shimmer!”

“To the contrary,” Light said. “I’m sure that’s an admirable goal to have but I can’t help but wonder if you might have been more successful in that endeavor had you not started decorating the tree with only an hour to go before the party.”

Clover let out a huff before silently sticking her tongue out at her brother.

“Keep that up and a bird is going to make a nest on it,” Light said, not even bothering to turn his head in her direction.

“Don’t you have a quiche or something to check on?!?” Clover asked, brushing glitter off of her sweater.

“Indeed. I suppose I shall leave you too it.” Light carefully excused himself from the rocking chair he had been sitting in and made his way to the kitchen of the little townhouse the Field siblings shared.

Even having been around him for years, Clover was amazed at how self-sufficient her brother was. She regularly burned herself on pots and pans and had the scars to prove it, yet he was a perfect natural.

Shaking her head, she turned back to the large Christmas tree in front of her. It was her first time decorating for the holiday as their parents didn’t really celebrate, but she was determined to make it a good time for all involved. She and Light had gone to a specialty store a week ago and bought two large boxes of tinsel, ornaments, lights, and customized stockings. This resulted in the apartment looking as if Santa himself had barfed all over it, but it didn’t matter to Clover.

As she continued to place tinsel and ribbon around the tree, Clover got lost in thought making sure everything looked good-so much so that when a knock sounded at the door she nearly jumped a foot off the ground.

“I’ll get it!” she yelled to her brother who was still tinkering around in the kitchen. She raced to the door and took a peak through the peephole. On the other side was the strange woman she and her companions had picked up on the side of the road in Nevada. Instead of the Egyptian costume she had once worn, here she appeared to be in a cozy grey keyhole sweater and a black skirt.

Clover flung the door open. “Alice! You made it!”

The dark-haired woman let out a soft giggle. “Why of course, I couldn’t miss the party of the year now, could I?”

“Come in, come in!” Clover stepped to the side so Alice could enter. After closing the door behind her, she wrapped her in a big hug.

“I hope I’m not too early,” Alice said. She set down what looked like a wax-sealed wine bottle down then hung her purse on the hook next to the door.

“Not at all!” Light called from the kitchen.

Alice picked up the wine bottle and moved in his direction.

“Bonjour ma chérie! Comment vas-tu?” Light was particularly fond of Alice, not only because he felt she might be a good influence on his little sister but also because it gave him a chance to practice his French.

“Je vais bien, et vous?” she responded, pressing her cheek to his and making a kiss sound.

“Je vais très bien,” Light said, reciprocating the gesture.

“This is a lovely place you two have. Seems you’ve done quite well for yourself,” Alice commented, making her way to the living room.

“Anything’s better than being followed around by those lame bodyguards. Such a nuisance. Pretty sure that one bald guy was a pervert too,” Clover huffed.

“Well I’m glad things have worked out well for the both of you.” Alice smiled warmly. “Do you need any help with your tree?”

“Yes! Help me decorate Alice!” Clover jumped up and ran over to the open box on the floor. “Take these!” She thrust a small box of pink and blue ornaments towards her friend excitedly.

The two continued to work on the tree and chat while Light busied himself in the kitchen. After about 20 minutes, another knock sounded on the door, this one much deeper and heftier than when Alice had arrived.

“Clover?” Light called.

“Got it!” The girl yelled and ran for the door, nearly tripping over a string of ribbon spiraling down from the tree.

As Clover glanced through the peephole, she saw a small cluster of people-a tall, broad man, a shorter, younger man about Clover’s age, a middle aged woman and two girls also around Clover’s age that looked similar to each other and also the older woman.

“Hey guys! Merry Christmas!” Clover said as she threw the front door open.

“Clover!” One of the young girls squealed and threw her arms around Clover’s neck. Ennea had cut her hair into a short angled bob recently and was wearing a gray beanie, black leggings and a red and gray flannel, seemingly going for comfort over festivity.

“It’s so good to see you guys!” Clover said, moving on to the first girl’s twin and squeezing her tight. Nona had beautiful long black hair that was woven into an intricate braid with little red and green Christmas bells tied in to match her green silky dress and red sweater worn over the top of it, much more festive than her sister.

“My, Clover, life seems to be treating you well,” Lotus, or Hazuki as she was more commonly known, took her turn to give Clover a hug before stepping into the townhome. Hazuki was wearing a teal dress with a white coat and black strappy pumps. It wasn’t terribly cold outside but Clover couldn’t help but wonder if the lady was chilled at all.

“Even better now that you guys are here!”

Clover waved the big hulking man into the room. “Hey get in here ya big lug, you’re letting all the warm air out.”

Once it was free of his large orange blazer, Seven’s big hand landed on Clover’s head and tousled her hair, much to her chagrin. “Good to see ya too, brat.”

Finally all that was left outside was Junpei. He looked much more haggard than the last time Clover had seen him, with unkempt hair and dark circles under his eyes. It had taken a lot to get him to agree to come to the party, but seeing the dead look in his eyes she was more grateful than ever that Seven had basically threatened to kidnap him if he didn’t come on his own.

“Hey Junpei.”

“Hey Clover.”

After a moment of hesitation, she pulled him into a hug. It was a careful, delicate embrace. She was afraid if she squeezed too hard he would break into pieces in her hands. The smell of alcohol on his warm breath told her that he was doing even worse than she had thought. But then again, she couldn’t blame him. She knew exactly what losing someone that mattered so much to you felt like, and frankly drinking away your sorrows was a lot tamer than what she could imagine herself doing if things went too far.

“I’m really glad you could make it,” she said softly, receiving a faint squeeze from his arm in response.

As she led Junpei back into the heart of the house, Light was setting down the enormous fruit platter Hazuki and her daughters had brought. Alice was talking to Ennea and Nona while Seven and Hazuki settled into the couch.

“Junpei! What a delight to have you in our presence this fine Christmas Eve.” Light grinned at the dark haired man who had just arrived. If there was anything the Field siblings shared, it was their fondness for Junpei.

“Hey Sn-Light,” Junpei said.

Light’s face broke out into a lopsided grin that anyone who didn’t know him might assume meant he was being a smartass. “Please feel free to call me what feels comfortable to you.”

“Thanks, man,” Junpei nodded at him. He then settled down onto a love seat, wrapping his black leather jacket closer around him.

“Perfect timing everyone! Now that we’re all here, our food is ready. Please come eat your fill and enjoy a variety of cocktails and other drinks,” Light proudly announced to rest of the room.

“Light, could you please change the music??” Clover pleaded with her brother as their guests began to fill their plates in the kitchen.

“Why would that be? Do you not find Tchaikovsky a perfect accompaniment for a Christmas party?” Light asked with a quizzical expression on his face.

“Classical music is so lame for any party. Besides, I think some more classic Christmas spirit vibes would help cheer Junpei up.”

“Ah, I suppose you might be right. Fine, I will play something more cheerful.” Light disappeared into the other room before coming back with a new CD, which he promptly switched out in the player.

As more mainstream Christmas carols began to play in the background, the guests began to settle back into their seats in the living room with full glasses and plates. While they ate, they each recounted where life had taken them in the months since the event that had brought them altogether. Hazuki had scored a great programming job that she was proud of, while Ennea had followed in her mother’s footsteps and was studying computer science in college. Nona announced that she was taking courses in criminal psychology, which perked Alice’s ears up.

The two of them continued a private conversation as Seven informed the rest of the group that he and Junpei had been investigating “some freaky cult” that had ties to Hongou, and therefore the Kurashikis. Seven seemed optimistic about their chances of not only crushing the potentially dangerous group but also finding the perpetrators of the second Nonary Game. Clover could tell though that Junpei was uncomfortable with this line of discussion, his knuckles turning white around the beer he was nursing.

Apparently Light could tell as well without Clover needing to nudge him, because as soon as Seven was finished talking he stepped right in.

“Speaking of Mr. Hongou, I took the liberty of planning an extra activity for the night. I thought it could bring some catharsis to our particular cast of characters. If you’ll follow me.” With that, Light stood up and began making his way to the back door.

“What did you do??” Clover whispered, following close behind him.

“Oh you will see,” Light dismissed her.

As the group made their way into the small backyard that came with the town home, Light made his way over to a strange contraption that was facing the back wall. It was a vertical wooden square supported by two planks, one on each side connecting to another horizontal piece of wood attached to wheels at the ground. Light pulled it away from the wall and turned it to face the guests before opening the top piece of wood to reveal a dart board underneath-except this board was covered by something. As Light stepped out of the way, darts in hand, Clover let out a giggle.

“Oh you didn’t.” Hazuki let out a shocked gasp but the look in her eyes was one of glee.

“How did you even get that?” Nona asked.

“It’s public record, just like all mug shots are,” Light smirked. Plastered on top of the dart board was the mug shot of Gentarou Hongou, taken just hours after the second Nonary Game participants made their way back to civilization and explained their story.

“Now who would like to go first?” Light asked, extending his hand with the darts to the crowd.

“Shit, don’t mind if I do,” Seven said. He grabbed a dart from Light’s hand, squinted his right eye, stuck out his tongue and let the dart fly. It was a decent throw but still only hit the edge of the paper.

“Nice shot,” Alice said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Hey lady, I’m just gettin’ warmed up. Think you could do better?”

Without a word, Alice exchanged her eggnog for a dart and pushed the mountain of a man out of the way as best as she could. Clover watched as she straightened her posture and adjusted her arm. No one let out a breath for a few silent seconds, then Alice let the dart fly. It hit Hongou square in his mouth.

“Lucky shot,” Seven muttered under his breath, walking away and downing the rest of his beer.

“Damn Alice, didn’t know you were a darts champion,” Hazuki said.

“What can I say, my line of work has some unexpected benefits. Never hurts to be a well-rounded person,” Alice smiled.

“Who wants to go next?” Light asked, pulling the darts from the board.

Ennea and Nona both began clamoring for the next dart, but Clover wasn’t paying them any mind. She took a glance at Junpei, who had cracked the first smile she had seen all evening.

“Hey,” Clover said, sidling up to him and taking the available seat on the concrete bench he had perched himself on.

“Hey,” he said, not really looking at her.

“Are you doing okay, Junpei?”

A sigh. “Is that a trick question?”

“You know what I mean, you jerk.”

“Well, I’m not trapped in a sinking boat, or being axe-murdered or something so I guess in the grand scheme of things it could be worse.” Junpei took a swig of his beer as Ennea landed a dart on Hongou’s hair.

“You’re telling me,” Clover forced a chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood. It landed flat.

“Thanks for the concern though.”

“Hey.” It came out more forceful than intended, but it worked-he turned to face her. “It’s going to be okay. You’ll find her. And in the meantime, you have us. That’s worth something, right?” She could feel tears starting to well up but she forced her face to remain determined.

Junpei’s face softened. “Yeah. That’s worth a lot of somethings.” She felt his hand find hers along the bench and give her a reassuring squeeze.

The two of them spent the rest of the night watching the others play darts, with Junpei eventually drifting off to sleep. He had rested his head on her shoulder, and she was scared to move lest she disturb the peaceful look that had finally found its way to his face. At some point Seven found a blanket and laid it over their shoulders, and Clover began to drift off to sleep too, her heart happy being surrounded by the ones she loved and the Christmas spirit.

[flaetsbnort]

This is a pretty fun case of internal bias, isn't it? After all, if someone asks an English speaker "How are you?" they'll most likely respond with "I'm fine." I'm sure none of those people learning would be distressed for saying they're fine or that everything is well when that's not true.

But I'm also amused at learning that apparently there's no way to respond to that question other than saying that you're happy. I'm thinking that in three other languages I speak at least a little, you can respond to a neutral greeting in a way that essentially says "I'm not very well but let's not linger on that." On my native Portuguese you can respond to "Como vai?" (roughly "How do you go?"), instead of the basic "Vou bem" (I go well), with "Vou indo" ("I'm going"). I know that in some Spanish spekaing countries an alternative to respond to "¿Como vas?" other than "Voy bien" is to say "Voy tirando" (literally "I'm pusing"; I understand that the meaning is something akin to "I'm living"). And my favourite is in French, where you can respond to "Ça va?" not with the expected "Ça va bien" but just with "Ça va" ("It goes"). I don't speak these two languages very well though, so it may just be something they teach to new speakers that's not actually used in regular speech.

Anyway, what I'm thinking is whether there is in fact a negative answer to "are you happy?" that would be accepted by a native speaker, and the teacher didn't want to say that because understanding a simple greeting in a foreign language is more important as a base than knowing the way to respond to it that most adequately expresses your inner thoughts

in guarani there's a standard greeting that literally translates to "are you happy" (ndevy'apa) and the natural reply is "i'm happy" (avy'a) and as americans learning the language we were so distressed like "but what if we're not happy....." and our teachers were like "that's so not the fucking point"

we kept trying to think of any other way to reply but our teachers kept trying to get it into our brains that it's an idiomatic greeting, it literally is not the time or place to traumadump, and as usamerican english speakers we are not some special exception for saying "what's up" with the reply being "not much" instead of "the ceiling"

but anyway while i was working in paraguay -- the country with the largest population of guarani speakers -- i got sent an article by some friends back home like "look! they're saying that paraguay is the happiest country in the world!"

and the methodology was "we went around and asked paraguayans if they're happy and recorded their responses" and i was like. oh. of course you did. and of course you got a 100% positive response rate.

[ghostie-jakxy-gray]

Translating Amparo Dávila's "el huesped" into Vaakre: Part 1

first four paragraphs woo! I'm putting the Vaakre first, then the spanish it's translated from for comparison, then notes.

Vai, ank xakahcet alpe wektay par ue-al amer ne taelmek. Ne duae kehf ne atkone vai amer retuef-tarie. 

Egao-wek, ya aurs ne duae suadr arre wek-ponuc-vai, aurs neadr ayasai eee ne va ji-enfiretchne. Par ne duae ne taele eriead vikah tiore, alpe bihlce evtroe vai, xa kahcet dai xa ank tal ne. Egao-wek, ne taelmek vai nijke-ut vai - saúra e yamawa e vai va ahkahrer dai ánk, eee xa kehf xa gaos vai. Ne egao-wek taelmek ae xa dai libire*, e ae xa adurabayo tal aetrester par aeto.

(*so-so-do melody attached)

Dai nuc’yelum par linme, evtroe ue-al par wektay ane. Cikravpre dleram, fahriyn.  Hrap nuc eyrs sltiashr, vikah bayon ee xa hvetsl, evtroe vackuras nokbayo ya csilore - vikah vai e meire. 

Ne vitaele bilhce reasein fahriyn limuygul. Nishmuya egae-wek ue-al amer, palltei ne duae xa vai tal ue-al vai, par vikah puinoh. Dai xa ateirwe airmee; ne esah valiyhauh e pulihrk. “Retuef-al feinehr tauszo” ne duae dai, ci’prav nartatro eee evtroe nuc tal airmee. “Ta esah bilhce ya ne vai, ee ke kaena ta va erhas…” ank ne dai ne duae dai par ue-al xareactui. Ue-al vai ne taelmek.

~~~~

Nunca olvidaré el día en que vino a vivir con nosotros. Mi marido lo trajo al regreso de un Viaje.

Llevábamos entonces cerca de tres años de matrimonio, teníamos dos niños y yo no era feliz. Representaba para mi marido algo así como un mueble, que se acostumbra uno a ver en determinado sitio, pero que no causa la menor impresión. Vivíamos en un pueblo pequeño, incomunicado y distante de la ciudad. Un pueblo casi muerto o a punto de desaparecer.

No pude reprimir un grito de horror, cuando lo vi por primera vez. Era lúgubre, siniestro. Con grandes ojos amarillentos, casi redondos y sin parpadeo, que parecían penetrar a través de las cosas y de las personas.

Mi vida desdichada se convirtió en un infierno. La misma noche de su llegada supliqué a mi marido que no me condenara a la tortura de su compañía. No podía resistirlo; me inspiraba desconfianza y horror. “Es completamente inofensivo” —dijo mi marido mirándome con marcada indiferencia. “Te acostumbrarás a su compañía y, si no lo consigues…” No hubo manera de convencerlo de que se lo llevara. Se quedó en nuestra casa.

~~~

Translation choices:

First off I'm not starting the entire piece with a proper tonesetting, because if I wrote it out we would have a paragraph straight of "vai vai vai vedrai vai vedrai tihas" and nobody wants that. A single vai works in this case.

This is... primarily Balkour vaakre, for no other reason than I prefer writing it, and this is my stress relief translation. As such, ci'prav is used in place of cikravpre, and second-person-pronouns are geography-ized, and a few other things like that.

The guest is a "ue-al" second person for a couple reasons - first off being the... vague sort of communications disconnect between Northern and Eastern Balkour? They aren't fighting but there's a bit of historical separation, so a Northern storyteller might emphasize the distant ominous nature of the guest by using an overly-formal (double-emphasized) Eastern You. [the husband's use of "ta" clues us in that they're Northern Balkour]

duae for the husband instead of a more formal laume, one part because it's a more Balkour term, and one part because we're starting this story with a general... not-fully-hostility to the guy? Bear with me, okay I'm emphasizing the thematic difference between the husband and the stranger at the start by using the more endearing term for the husband at the start of the story, this will change.

Taelmek for the house as opposed to Virechek to emphasize that the house doesn't feel like the speaker's proprietary domain.

what else... the "libire" with so-so-do melody is reference to the Coupatre paier, so it's not saying the town is literally sickly but that it's just slowly fading into unpassable territory.

There's probably more but I can't think of it, so that's all for this installment!

(Obviously I am not doing the google translate "word for word translation" translation)

-Jakxy

[littlestarxmilkyway]

I think FFX/!! is a great game with a lot going for it. The OST is nice. The art direction and graphics are superb, and have held up wonderfully over time. The combat is amazing, the party AI is good and the zodiac added systems sell it all more. And then there's the story.

I understand why it's lauded for its story, but it also feels like it's given so much grace and credit when it sometimes doesn't deserve it. As much as I enjoy the cast generally, there's so much wasted potential that actually frustrates me.

Va/an and Pen/elo are basically children that are quickly and forcibly having to accept adulthood early while being so in over their head once they're out in the rest of the world, and they both represent that in such interesting ways. He in trying to escape and hold on to some whimsy and identity, and her in trying to be responsible and stay grounded, but also sacrificing so much. She especially is a very familiar story, even on a more simple level. (How many girls are always forced to grow up and take care of everyone around them, and sometimes, while watching those same people shirk responsibility and be given room to hold on to their youth a little more.) It's fine that the story doesn't actually want them to be the central protagonists, but I can't take the story as seriously and completely as a political story because it refuses to engage them deeper as characters.

Even Fr/an could have had a deeper story, and more connected to the world-building and lore. Instead she's relegated to the most convenient plot device, on top of varying the heaviest burden of fanservice. (And the annoying joke at her expense concerning her age, even if it was to make Va/an look bad.)

But then there's As/he. I think I can tell where she's written by Shoda, Miwa. And then there's the parts where her writing is simultaneously weak and annoying. At times it feels like she's growing with the rest of the party, and she understands where she sits in position to those around her. And then they snap their fingers and she's an annoyingly, entitled princess again. Which is frustrating because it feels like she never comes to terms with or acknowledges the struggle of her people, only herself! And I can't stand that they squander her like that, because she has a fairly unique role and backstory as a game character!

The worst part is how much emphasis characters like Ga/branth and Vay/ne are given. And I say this as someone who likes both, in different ways. The game spends too much time showing me the former's dilemma, and I can't take that seriously because as much as he too was a victim, he's also an oppressor of the state now. And my ultimate issue with the writing is how much it loves to focus on all the more privileged parties of the story, instead of the more oppressed and/or othered characters.

All this because I was thinking of how trash Ar/ise is about its themes, but I still think X/!! is an infinitely better, political story with more levity. (Some of its humor is equally poor though.)

[overcookedsushi]

First (and second) attempt at some Enemy Designs.

Admittedly... Zis took a vhile... So I took a stab at designing ze "first" vave of enemies you should see... Ze downridden Firekin. Unfortunate Waxkin who vere exhiled from ze golden city and have to live in self made towns... Generally peaceful, but zey are starting to fight back... As ze starting enemies, zey should be to hard to fight... zough I still vant zem to pose some kind of challenge... If ve can code ze enemies how ve are hoping, zen each vill have zeir basic moveset along viz environment specific actions and specials zat fill viz different criteria for each one... But I am getting ahead of myself a bit... here vas ze first pass at zem~

Rough ideas, but admittedly not to much "consistency"... From Left to Right ignoring ze PC: Cannon Fodder, Assassin, Brawler, Defensive, Suicide bomber, Weapon User, Ranged And here is ze second attempt... since vhat I vant to talk about next needs ze changes to be seen...

First, vhile is still not perfect, I feel ze visual consistency is SO much better! Zeir is still some zings I am not 100% sure on, but I am much more happy viz zis line up... I vanted zem to feel like a makeshift militia, but still ahve some cult vibes present vizout being heavy-handed... (Ze heavy handed cult fanatics come later~) Some major changes from ze two as vell. Ze suicide bomber vas changed to a more subdued support/buffing role... and ze veapon expert vas scrapped so zat vay all enemies can use veapons... Instead ve have our dedicated Jumpy Boi... Anti-air~ Also vhile it is still considered ranged, I might also try and make our ranged enemy a thief too... But zat is somezing ve vill see once ve get to actual gameplay coding... Zis is all still drawing board for now~ I could keep going on and on about ze zeoretical movesets and specials, but I am just trying to come up viz some designs for now so I have somezing to vork on vhile my partner learns unity coding... Hopefully I can have some more out soon... zen soon I can try my hand and some honest Animation~

[icarian-carrion]

A sick red feeling flashes in Tisha’s gut, shoots up her arm the same way the pain did when she instinctively punched the cover of the emergency door release. “Es-tu?!” She’s as lucky as anyone else that it doesn’t send her fist careening into Colmilho’s nose. Instead she ignores Colmilho entirely, feather light fingers settling on Rafael’s jaw so she can gently turn his face in her hands, looking for more damage. “Je vais bien, anbe. Il ne m’est rien arrivé. Qui a fait ça? Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas avec ces enfoirés?” She hesitates, looking between Rafael and the delegado, before reluctantly following their host deeper into the tent.

The projection flickers on and Tisha frowns. “Do you remember where we were when it started? Before we went below? Was it close to this?” She asks, turning to Rafa. Looking at his face again makes the anger flare up, and she has to close her eyes for a moment before looking over to Colmilho.

“The problem… is that I told you truth. My story, train stops, wander until we're found, that all happened. Everything seems normal down there. We were the only people on the train who weren’t acting normally. I'll take you down there and you can see for yourself." She doesn't feel particularly good about that, but it's the only way. "You said you couldn't get down there. I could. So come down there with me."

"Would you look at that; someone's been doing their tourist homework." Which was rich coming from someone who might classify just as much as a tourist if he hadn't come here for the job. "Easy, Miss Sensitivity. We've done our homework as well." That having said, he ordered two of the cops to have an eye on their guest, or whatever order it was that he barked at them, pointing at Tisha. Colmilho deliberately switched to a language he was sure she had trouble with understanding. Then leaving her alone with her guards who spoke nothing but Portuguese either, if anything at all.

The delegado took his sweet time before he made another appearance - Rafael in tow, with his hands cuffed behind his back and a busted lip he'd rightfully owned. Despite it all he could only concentrate on the one thing: "Tisha! Tu vas bien?"

"Cute," Colmilho groaned, lighting himself a cigarette, blowing smoke into his guests' faces. "Briefing." Expecting them to follow him the two steps deeper into the tent they were in, the delegado moved to his workspace, fumbling with his laptop before a projector came alive with a whirring sound to show an areal photograph of an empty street littered with what looked like dead birds. "Above ground where the train is held. The eye of the storm if you so will. Static. Not moving, not spreading. But holding an estimated two thousand people hostage. You've been down there. Give me the details."

[naoko-world]

Bruno's fangirl chapter 14's translation in progress

So I finished to write Bruno's fangirl chapter 14 in french! I started translating, now I'm going to bed but I'll have it ready before the weekend for both versions to be released. This will be the last chapter! Afterwards, it'll be extras I'll put in my series for Bruno's fangirl and its extras. I have some ideas for it!

Just now I also want to write another version of it, with basically a You reader instead of a She, and without the reader having a name. Because at some point my idea was in some way but then it evolved into what you currently know. But that another version would ask me to know spanish so I can have the characters from Encanto speaking spanish while the reader would speak english.

Donc j'ai terminé d'écrire le chapitre 14 de La fangirl de Bruno en français ! J'ai commencé à traduire, là je vais partir dormir mais j'aurais les deux versions prêtes à être publiées avant le weekend. Ce sera le dernier chapitre ! Après, ce sera seulement des bonus que je mettrais dans ma série La fangirl de Bruno et ses bonus. J'ai déjà des idées pour ça !

Sachez ici que je veux écrire une autre version de cette fic avec, basiquement, un-e lecteur-ice pour qui j'utiliserais tu/vous et qui n'aura pas de prénom cette fois. Parce qu'à un moment mon idée était d'une certaine façon avant d'évoluer en ce que vous savez déjà. Cependant cette nouvelle version va me demander de connaitre l'espagnol pour que je puisse avoir les personnages de Encanto parlant espagnol tandis que le/la lecteur-ice parlerait français. (Ou anglais, je sais pas si je traduirais cette fois.)

[son-fuori-di-me]

"I had no idea I could change someone's life."

One Shot. Word Count | Around 3300. Description | <French female pov> you're visiting Rome for the first time, and you casually meet Damiano David the day before the Circo Massimo concert. The conversation takes a unexpected path.

Content | Real talk. No romantic development. * Expect French idioms and italian approximations from automatic translators

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"Bordel, c'est immense !" ("Holy cow, that's big !") I said, looking at the Circo Massimo.

It was my first time in Rome. Knowing Italy a bit, I expected a hell lot of sun, a delicious bunch of ice cream for each meal, and tons of pretty things to snap with my phone. Well, that was the plan for my first two days there. Cause Saturday would be a very different day. Saturday would be Måneskin day.

I've been waiting for so long to do this trip. And what a blast it has been for now. Took only a bag, my external battery, some makeup and my favourite clothes to finally discover this astonishing city. This was my first solo trip. I've always travelled with my family or my ex, but never on my own. For once, I could decide what I wanted to see, what I wanted to eat, when to take a break. And as there are plenty of things to see in Rome, i wanted to enjoy every second of my trip. I could focus my last day there solely to the Måneskin concert happening that Saturday night. But as I didn't want to leave anything to chance, I decided to precisely organize my last day, so I could visit a bit more - a get a last fantastic meal before the concert.

I got myself a gold pit ticket. I guessed that would mean I had a special queue. So on Friday night, as I was back from a late tour in town, I decided to watch more closely the Circo, to check for the entrances, and see how I could sharpen my organization and schedule for the next day.

"J'espère que je vais pas avoir à poireauter toute la journée, avec la chaleur qu'il va faire." ("I hope won't have to hang around here all day tomorrow, the weather's gonna be hot as hell")

It was almost 10 pm. I was getting closer to the Circo, trying to read the boards, but all was written in italian and didn't seem to concern the concert. And a year fangirling over Måneskin clearly wasn't enough to become fluent. I saw no sign mentioning "gold pit". So I decided I would ask around, with Google translate ready in my phone in case I couldn't find anyone speaking English.

I saw a guy sit on a bench, smoking. He was dressed in an ugly dark sweater, with the hood over a cap. He was either a drug dealer or a hobbo. My instinct as a girl living in Paris got the uphand and I decided to ignore the guy and try to find a woman instead, or maybe a group of locals, to get me the information I wanted. Unfortunately, after a good 20 minutes walking around and asking people, no one could tell me how to make sure I find the right queue for the concert. I was about to give up and head back to my airbnb and I saw a silhouette still sitting on a bench, near the Circo. It was the same guy from earlier. "Bon, je tente, s'il est trop chelou, je me barre." ("Well, might as well take the risk, if he's too much a weirdo, I clear off quickly.")

"Scusi, do you speak English ?" i said, getting closer to the guy, but still from a good distance in case it turned wrong.

"Pretty good. You need something ?" He was searching something in his pockets and reached his pack of cigarettes. His voice was deep, but gentle. He did look funny but didn't sound dangerous - i still didn't get too close as I hate the smell of smoke.

"Do you know well il Circo Massimo ? I'm going to a concert here tomorrow and I want to make sure I find the right queue, but they haven't installed any sign yet". I asked, showing the structure of the stage behind me.

"Cute accent, where are you from ?" he answered, completely ignoring my question.

"Well, I'm French. So, do you know il Circo ?" I preferred to quickly repeat my question to let him know I wasn't interested in whatever he was trying to.

"Ah, Bonjour ! I speak a little French !" He said, now reaching for his lighter.

"Yeeaaaah cool, but how about the Circo ? I'd like to be here early enough, but I don't know wh-" I froze as he lighted up his cigarette. It was brief, but with the spark, I saw his face for a second.

"Hm ? You don't know what ?" He asked, with a smirky voice.

"Mais naaaan ?" ("Dont tell me -") I let out that typical French astonished sound without thinking. "You gotta be kidding me !"

He laughed as I was getting a little closer, staring at him. With one hand, he was putting his lighter back in his pocket, with the other, he lifted a bit his cap. It was him. It was Damiano.

I felt my spine shiver with that uncomfortable sensation of being around someone famous. As a journalist, I had my lot of interviews, so I knew there's no point in changing behavior around such people. But I still was flabbergasted to see him.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you. Well, gotta say you're not dressed in your best outfit !" I chose the strategy of sass, to hide how impressed I actually was.

"That's my favourite sweater you're seeing me in, and I'm smoking hot in it" He said with a smirk, getting into the sassy game.

"Time off before the big day ?" I asked, completely forgotting about my initial request and switching to my interview mindset when I'm super focused about the conversation. "Shouldn't you be having a great night of sleep, to recharge your batteries ?"

"I don't feel like going to bed" He said, having no idea how the conversation would soon turn. Fortunately for him, I wasn't working in the music media industry. "That's quite a stage we're gonna play on."

I didn't know why he was talking to me about all of this. I didn't dare to ask him either. I just enjoyed the moment.

"Well, the Eurovision song contest was bigger, wasn't it ?"

"Hm, don't tell me about it, I still don't know how I managed that."

He suddenly had a strange tone in his voice. It didn't sound like the radiant and confident Damiano you see on Instagram stories or on TV interviews. I remembered where I heard him like that. In the 2019 documentary "This is Måneskin", the making of Il Ballo Della Vita album, in the sequence he's arguing with Vic on a train, as he tells her how anxious he can be get sometimes.

"Well, you did, didn't you ?" I put on a more serious voice. "And you had a ton more of pressure, representing your whole country ? So how a concert here in your home town could be worst than performing in front of all of Europe - not to say the whole world ?"

He was still smoking, listening in silence.

"Or maybe it isn't about how big the performance is but about performing in itself ? Why are you performing ? Why are you putting on a show ? All those fancy clothes and that makeup, who is it for ? For people to love you ? Or for you to love yourself ?"

Mais qu'est-ce que je branle ? Il va se barrer dans deux secondes, là c'est sûr (What the fuck am I doing ? He's leaving any second now.) I got a bit too excited about being able to share a few words with him. What's gotten onto me ? Well, let's go then.

"What is it you're running after ? Or running from maybe ? Some complex to compensate ? With all that smudge and confidence, that wouldn't surprise me."

He sat back on the bench. As he inhaled a deep breath of smoke, I saw a smile on his face. But I also saw his hand holding the cigarette shaking.

"Are you a psychiatrist or something ?" He simply said, as if he was trying to keep his voice as steady as possible.

I hesitated to tell him the truth. I was sure he would walk away the second he would know my actual job. Et puis merde, autant tout dire. (Well, fuck, might as well be honest.)

"Nope, I'm a journalist." I admited, as he looked right back at me with a surprised look. "Pretty much the same. We get appoitments with random people, listen to their life, observe their body language, and tell them our whole opinion about all of it, which might very well shape how they perceive themselves from now on."

"Only difference is that you don't have to keep anything secret. Right the contrary."

There. This was it. He was gonna leave now, for sure.

"Before you go, did I hit any truth ? Don't worry, I'm not in the music media industry, I won't write anything from our conversation." I hoped this information would save me a few more seconds with him.

He didn't answer right away. He didn't leave either. He kept looking at me, still smoking his second cigarette in a row now.

"Whatever it is you write about, I guess you must be good at it" he finally replied. "Cause you did score a few points."

Another short silence broke. As a fan, I was obsessed with his music, lyrics, and attitude. But catching a glimpse of what lied behind the glamour definitly caught my interest. I wanted to know more.

"Why are you here ?" I slightly deepened my voice, getting back to my interview tone, and kept on going with this as if that was usual business for me. "It's half past 10. You play on Rome's largest stage tomorrow. You surely better should be in bed, or be about to, before the big day."

In that moment, I had the upper-hand in the conversation. He was sat on the bench, I was on my feet in front of him, and therefore above him. Not the best approach to get someone's trust for an interview, but with a personnality like Damiano's, you gotta put your own show.

"I actually don't sleep much before big events like these" He finally answered, accepting his condition as an interviewee. "I don't sleep much at all."

"You're tend to insomnia ?"

"Not really, I just got used to 4-5 hours of sleep, that's it."

"Even during tours ? Cause this all sold-out European tour for Teatro d'Ira must have been exhausting".

"You have no idea, bellezza."

"So tell me." From there, I decided to change my strategy and sat on the ground, still in front of him, but giving him the upper-hand, to put on a more trustful atmosphere. "How are you doing ? And I don't mean, like casual 'yay, fine', I mean : how are you doing ?"

I still have no idea of my tactical move of giving him more space to express himself worked, or if he understood right away where I was leading him, but in the end, he still didn't seem bothered by this conversation we were having. In fact, it looked like he was enjoying it.

"I'm... content, I'd say." He paused, and I didn't interrupt him with another question this time. "I know I'm going through the life I wanted. The music, the tours, the praise. It's all I could have ever asked for."

D'accord, très bien, mais ? (Okey, very good, but ?) I stayed silent, but I couldn't help anticipating what he was saying.

"But surprisingly, sometimes it's still... unfulfilling. Like I can never be satisfied".

Repressing some Hamilton's lyrics from my mind, I innocently pretend I didn't fully understand what he meant - another journalistic technique, to get someone to repeat themselves with other words in order to get them deeper into their reflexion.

"What do you mean, "never be satisfied" ? You're on top of Spotify chart list, your albums are now platinum successes, you're winning awards. How is this not satisfying ?"

"It's just... What are all those things for ? Money ? Fame ? Yeah, I like those but..."

"Typical Capricorn" I muttered, to slide in the conversation that I actually knew pretty well my subject - my subject being him. He chuckled.

"Damn really ? Let me guess ? Aries ?"

"Pisces+Taurus, actually. So what, you don't like being famous ?" Getting back quickly into more questions - another technique to keep control over the rhythm of an interview.

"It's not that I dislike it. It's just... not always as fun as I thought it would be."

"What part of the job ? The writing and composing ?"

"No, that's the best part." He reached for a third cigarette. It was almost 11 pm now. "Vic, Thomas and Ethan. Måneskin. They're the best thing that ever happened to me".

"Then what, you feel like a fraud ?"

"Hell, no ! I'm exactly where I should be." He claimed, with a light pride tone.

"So, if you're proud of what you create, and if you love the people you create that with, then what is the matter ? If life is about getting the Bare Necessities, it seems like you got it all." Hitting with a universal - and musical - reference. Shoud do the trick.

"Hahaha ! Lo stretto indispensabile, si ! But life isn't that easy." He said laughing, as I felt he started to let go of the tension. "In real life, you get judged all the time, and people try to dismantle you, and spread rumors."

"I didn't think you'd be one to listen to people's comments about you".

"I'm not. I stopped giving credits to those. But it's still here, you know ?"

"From what I see, you're keeping it real, with lots of wisdom. I can't quite grasp what seem to bother you."

He paused, looking at his feet for a few seconds.

"I'm afraid it won't last." He finally confessed. "I'm afraid it all ends as quickly as it all started. I'm afraid people get bored. I'm afraid I become a caricature of myself. I'm afraid I can't write new songs. I'm afraid to be a shooting star, you see ? Very bright, but gone in a flash."

"Like, to be an Icare ? Or may I say "Ykaaar" like on your Instagram ?"

He chuckled again.

"Huh, I'm that obvious ?"

"Yeah, even a bit over-the-top, if I may dare say so."

"Well, I've always related so much with this mythological figure. I mean what's wrong with aiming for the Sun ?" He said, pointing a hand to the dark sky above us. From his attitude, I could tell he was way more relaxed than in the beginning. He even took his cap and hood off, so I could now see his face more clearly. His eyes were glittering. "Burning your wings... What's that morale supposed to teach us ? Be modest ? Be moderate ? Che noia !" (How boring !)

"Well don't be !" I felt almost like scolding him. "There's nothing wrong with seeking big dreams. As there's nothing wrong with this feeling of being outrun by your life. Savour the moment. Every second of it. It's because you can't know how long it may last that it tastes so good, so thrilling ! And you actually already are ten steps ahead ! Writing songs like ´Torna a casa' or ´Coraline' at, what, 19-20 years old ? You're the real deal, dude. And even if later on, you get blank page anxiety or write just good-enough songs, it's okey. You got plenty of time to make mistakes. Take the leap of faith. Failing and being a failure aren't the same. You learn, you grow from it. It's okey to doubt yourself, but please, don't ever doubt all the love and support you get."

I paused, hoping I didn't do too far and missed my point. But in a way, I could also feel I got it right. He was looking at the Circo, his eyes even more sparkling than before.

"I..." He got up, standing on the bench, looking as tall as a statue from my perspective. He came down and took a few steps. I got on my feet, starting to feel concerned about what I just said.

"I didn't know I needed to hear that." He finally confided. "I always wanna reach perfection. I'm aware I can be authoritative, sometimes even harsh, on the band. I can't accept to be a failure. But love and support, that, I can't get enough of."

I didn't respond. There was nothing to add. This instant felt like an hour. The wind was slightly blowing through the length of the Circo in front of us. His hair reflected the gentle light of the moon, only showing her first quarter. He broke the tranquility of the moment, turning and taking a few steps in my direction.

"Grazie mille" he said, his arms opened, calling for a hug.

"But, you're very welcome" I said approaching him, softly putting my arms on his back as he put his over my shoulders. The second before his face disappeared from my vision, i noticed a tear on his cheek.

"You've completed reset my mind. I feel like I can start all over again. I was anguished, trapped by my anxiety. But it's all gone now. You've changed me. Thank you, thank you so much" He affirmed full of hope, his voice shivering.

"Wow, well. I had no idea I could change someone's life." I answered, trying to hide how moved I myself was from the conversation.

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It was almost midnight now. We kept talking for a while, comparing life in Rome and Paris, exchanging what was our best concert experiences. But he still needed to get back home to rest before the concert, and I didn't want to arrive too late at my airbnb - even if I could have spent the whole night talking with him. Yet, to enjoy our last few minutes together, he offered to walk me back to where I was staying. It was just a 15 minutes walk, along the Tevere river bank.

"So tell me." he asked with a smirk. "How does the Bare Necessities go in French ?" He started to muffle the melody.

"Oh no, you don't expect me to actually sing it ?"

"Hehe, you got me into a therapy session, so I can get a little song from you, no ?"

"Damn, you. This is blackmail !" But drunk on the moment, I took a deep breath.

"Il en faut peeeeeeu pour être heureux, ("Look for the baaaaare necessities,") vraiment très peu pour être heureux, ("the simple bare necessities") il faut se satisfaire du nécessaire !" ("Forget about your worries and your strife")"

I started dancing along, if I had to be ridiculous, might as well utterly be. But he actually followed my lead, clicking his fingers.

"In fondo, baaaasta il minimo, ("I mean the baaaaare necessities") sapessi quanto è facile ("Old Mother Nature's recipes") Trovar quel po' che occorre per campar ! ("That brings the bare necessities of life !")

We kept on singing Disney songs for a few minutes as we walked at a slow pace - I was shocked he never saw Tarzan and immediately made him promise to watch it as i told him Phil Collins recorded all the songs in five languages, including Italian. When we finally reached my destination, we exchanged a last timid hug as farewell.

"Well, I'll see you on stage tomorrow." I told him as I crossed the street.

"And I'll look for you in the crowd !" He shouted with the brightest smile on his perfect face.

** the end **

[starmaniamania]

YES DEEP STARMANIA THOUGHTS \o/

It's interesting too if you think about the "Sadia was NOT Zéro's agent from the beginning" version, because she is still clearly always in the "puppetmaster in the shadows" position even if you assume that it's not because she's trying to keep her double agent status a secret but just to hide her own identity.

Even the way she phrases things is quite often indirect:

"Vous faites pas mal de bruit déjà mais ça pourrait aller plus loin"

"Il faut briser Zéro Janvier [...] il faut à tout prix l'empêcher"

"Il va falloir revendiquer ... Je fais rédiger dès ce soir un communiqué..." (although sometimes various Sadias have said "je vais")

"Il va falloir faire vite / installez la caméra / commençons tout de suite"

Even in "Travesti," which is ostensibly the only song that's all about her, she has almost no actions. It's all about who she is (and isn't) and what the men around her are doing in reaction to that: "Vous quitteriez vos femmes / vous vendriez votre âme..."

"Naziland" is also phrased in a collective way: "Autour de nous il tombe des bombes / ce soir on danse" with the only first person sentences being descriptive: "I've got the whole world in my hand" -- okay, but what are you doing? Nothing. (And of course it's exactly by doing nothing that she kills everyone.)

In "Coup de téléphone" she again tries to give Johnny an indirect order ("Je trouve que celui des deux qui doit passer dans Starmania..." and is shot down: "les concours d'amateur moi c'est pas mon fort"). Of course the real tragedy of her storyline is that the her only moment of real action is the "Coup de téléphone": she takes the initiative of inviting Cristal down to the Underground Café, which sets in motion the events that will lead to her own demise.

I think the 2022 staging tries to give her more agency by showing her actually killing people 😅 She's probably got the highest body count of the entire cast (I think 4 actual victims?) and then her last scene, she literally comes out of the shadows to enact that final killing.

I don't know if I'd say that killing Cristal is the event that leads to everyone's death though, because the way I see it, the bomb would have blown up either way. She's already sung "Naziland" at that point, so if you subscribe to the Thomas Jolly "she knows everyone is about to die and basically decides to let herself die with them" theory, then she knows that she's doomed before she ever finds them.

However, she chooses to stay even though she knows; she goes looking for Johnny and Cristal instead of running away from the tower. She kills Cristal even though she's not the one holding the bomb, instead of trying to go after Johnny and stop him from setting it: Her last act in life is to make sure that Cristal will be gone too, and then instead of killing Johnny, she makes sure that he will suffer as long as possible and just watches, the ultimate perverse revenge.

What a psycho (affectionate).

I had some Thoughts about Sadia recently, and more specifically about the 2022 version of the character

(some spoilers about the 2022 version under the cut)

I think it’s really interesting that Sadia is the one who kills Cristal in this version. Think about it, Sadia is always standing in someone’s shadow, her actions are never her own. She makes decisions, sure, but she’s always watching things happen instead of doing them herself. Her agency is always secondary, she’s either standing behind Johnny or behind Zéro, and whenever she tries to make something happen or make a decision in her own name, she’s turned down, either by Johnny (right before the interview) or Cristal (during Coup d’éclat). 

And in the end, the first and only action she truly takes, is to kill Cristal, even though she already sent Zéro’s guards after them. But she kills Cristal (why exactly? I couldn’t tell you, my interpretation of it changes everyday to be honest) and it sets off the chain of events that eventually kills them all. 

She’s erased from the narrative by everyone around her, until finally, finally, she snaps, resulting in everyone being erased from the narrative. She truly is one of the most destructive characters in that show.

I love her so much. She never did anything wrong.

[antigonick]

Coucou Pauline !!

J’suis une étudiante qui va emménager en France pour étudier llce anglais ! Alors c’est un peu avant le temps, mais j’ai un question- est-ce que c’est possible de faire le master meef et master en traduction au même temps ? C’est une curiosité surtout.

Autre chose, un peu plus importante mais je sais qu’est possible que tu sais pas, c’est juste que je connais pas bcp des françaises. Bah j’ai tdah et toc et j’utilise pas une trait ment alors j’ai des problèmes avec le management du temps quelquefois. J’ai lu que les professeurs en France n’aiment pas les étudiantes américains parce qu’ils veulent trop d’aide alors je veux pas les dire car je veux pas être « that person » (particulièrement comme je suis étudiante internationale et j’sais pas si je vais avoir des problèmes avec la langue). C’est vrai ?? J’suis très nerveuse mdr

J’suis désolée pour te déranger !! J’espère que tu vas bien et je te souhaite une très bonne semaine <3

Bonjour! Alright, just switching to English to be super clear and in case someone else can use the info—but, first things first, CONGRATS, and welcome in advance! I hope you'll love studying here.

Re: doing two masters at the same time, to my knowledge it's not possible? Time-wise, classes take up to ~15 to 20hours a week, and more in private schools—basically, you can't juggle both. You can specialise a bit within your master's, though, by choosing the right options and trying to focus on a specific topic when undertaking long-term projects (like your dissertation). So, for example, doing the MEEF master programme but with a secondary focus on translation-flavoured classes will prepare you for teaching, with a translation-bent that you'll be able to showcase when job-hunting. You can also do two masters back to back, but that's a 4-years endeavour instead of 2.

Re: ADHD and OCD, and... what you read about French teachers not liking foreign students, I—OKAY. Obviously I don't know every teacher out there but augh, of course teachers won't hate you or judge you! They're here to teach you, their role is to listen to you and modulate their teaching in accordance to the learning preferences and strengths of their class. Whether you're American doesn't change that, especially in foreign-languages-focused programmes like those you're targeting—on the contrary, it's very exciting to have melting-pot classes. Also, on the language front, in LLCE a good chunk of your classes should be taught in English even in first year, and they're used to having English-speakers, so, again—you won't get slammed on your French. Which is REALLY good already, incidentally.

It's important that you communicate with them about your ADHD and OCD—your university should have what they call a "Disability Desk" (Pôle Handicap) where you can explain your needs. Shoot them an e-mail or go and see them during the first week; they'll give you the run-down, explain to you what programmes, softwares and schedules are implemented and which ones you feel would work best for you. Then you register with them, you get a little paper slip, you give that paper slip to your teachers at the end of the first class, and you're good to go! Every year I have a lot of students who get additional time during exams, for example, or can ask to take the exam through specific computer or voice-operated softwares, rather than in the classroom / by hand. Totally normal, so don't worry about that, and don't feel like you'll bother anyone.

Good luck! Have fun! You're going to do great ♡