#spanish is objectively better than english

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One thing I love about learning Spanish is that for the most part everything has very consistent rules and even when a word is irregular the irregularity is consistent. Like tener is an irregular verb with its own special conjugation rules, but any verb that ends with tener (obtener, retener, contener, etc) is conjugated the exact same way. Volver is irregular too but all verbs containing it (revolver, devolver, envolver, etc) will also be conjugated the same, and so on. And these are just verbs, I can't think of a single irregular noun in Spanish

English on the other hand, seems like it has absolutely no consistency. Some of our rules have so many exceptions that there are more words that break the rule than fit it ("i before e except after c" comes to mind) and our many irregularities almost never apply to other similar words

How is someone who's learning English as a second language supposed to remember that the past tense of rise is rose but the past tense of surprise is not surprose, or that the past tense of freeze is froze but the past tense of wheeze and breeze are not whoze and broze, or that the plural of goose is geese but the plural of moose is not meese, or that the plural of mouse is mice and the plural of louse is lice but the plural of house is not hice, or that for a few random words like deer and fish the plural is the exact same as the singular. What the fuck

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Just watched the Spanish 1931 Dracula this morning and it really did hold up a lot better than the English version?

I don’t know that you could call either one “better”, but I think it was just a lot more cinematic than the English version is theatrical. Like the characters spend so much time in English one monologuing about scenes we don’t see, from head-on camera angles. But the Spanish one just had more scenes with more set changes and camera work. Just kinda interesting how that made it more compelling where the English one really drags on despite being 20 minutes shorter lol

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Duolingo Sucks, Now What?: A Guide

Now that the quality of Duolingo has fallen (even more) due to AI and people are more willing to make the jump here are just some alternative apps and what languages they have:

"I just want an identical experience to DL"

Busuu (Languages: Spanish, Japanese, French, English, German, Dutch, Italian, Portuguese, Chinese, Polish, Turkish, Russian, Arabic, Korean)

"I want a good audio-based app"

Language Transfer (Languages: French, Swahili, Italian, Greek, German, Turkish, Arabic, Spanish, English for Spanish Speakers)

"I want a good audio-based app and money's no object"

Pimsleur (Literally so many languages)

Glossika (Also a lot of languages, but minority languages are free)

*anecdote: I borrowed my brother's Japanese Pimsleur CD as a kid and I still remember how to say the weather is nice over a decade later. You can find the CDs at libraries and "other" places I'm sure.

"I have a pretty neat library card"

Mango (Languages: So many and the endangered/Indigenous courses are free even if you don't have a library that has a partnership with Mango)

Transparent Language: (Languages: THE MOST! Also the one that has the widest variety of African languages! Perhaps the most diverse in ESL and learning a foreign language not in English)

"I want SRS flashcards and have an android"

AnkiDroid: (Theoretically all languages, pre-made decks can be found easily)

"I want SRS flashcards and I have an iphone"

AnkiApp: It's almost as good as AnkiDroid and free compared to the official Anki app for iphone

"I don't mind ads and just want to learn Korean"

lingory

"I want an app made for Mandarin that's BETTER than DL and has multiple languages to learn Mandarin in"

ChineseSkill (You can use their older version of the course for free)

"I don't like any of these apps you mentioned already, give me one more"

Bunpo: (Languages: Japanese, Spanish, French, German, Korean, and Mandarin)

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Historia de Amor

Hey guys!

This is a new story and it's really a very long. I asked you by a survey if you prefer that I separate the story into several chapters but you answered me no :)

I didn't put all the ideas I had in this story however, I still keep some under the elbow.

Tell me if you liked it and what is the part you preferred :)

Resume : Lots of part of life with the love of your life.

TW : Physic hurt

PART 2 IS HERE and BONUS CHAPTER HERE

Keeping a facade smile on her face, Ona looked around and felt a bit lost. It had only been two weeks since she arrived in Manchester from Spain and from the height of her 21 years she had trouble to cope with her new environment. She hardly spoke the language of the country where she had just moved in and despite the warm welcome she had received from her teammates, she needed a little time to adapt. She was relieved to have the opportunity to speak Spanish with some of her teammates, like Ivana. It was relaxing for her. She was doing better and better in English, even though she found her accent horrible.

However, tonight it was difficult for her to follow the conversations that existed around her. It was late and she had had training this morning, but when Alessia invited her to attend her brother’s birthday party, Ona couldn't refuse. She knew it would make it easier for her to connect with her teammates and she had a great evening. But between the alcohol she had drunk and fatigue, it became a little too much for her.

So she politely apologized to her table mates and got up to go outside and breathe some fresh air. The anniversary took place in a sort of old English castle that the Russo had rented for the occasion, also providing rooms for people who would have drunk too much to return home safely. Ona went out in the courtyard, the sound of gravel under her shoes bringing her a rather surprising calm but nevertheless not pleasant. A female silhouette caught her eyes and she turned her steps in her direction.

Your direction.

"Hello" she says gently, approaching you.

Focused on your camera, you didn’t see her arrive, but you raise your head and smile at her.

"Hi" you simply answer before putting your attention back on the screen of your camera.

A silence sets in, but it is not disturbing. The presence of Ona doesn't bother you, quite the contrary actually. You briefly glance at her and realize that she is looking at the screen of your camera while you are sorting out the shots you made during the evening.

Ona, realizing only now that she was staring, so she bites her lip and hurries to turn her gaze away.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to…"

"Don’t worry" you smile again before placing your camera on the embankment against which Ona leans, while you are sitting yourself. "The lights from inside kept me from seeing the pictures properly, which is why I went out. Would you like to see the ones where you appear?"

Ona looks at you again a few moments before giving you a shy smile and nodding. It takes you a few minutes to find the ones you are looking for and Ona finally decides to break the silence.

"So you’re like the official photographer?"

"Kind of" you laugh softly. "I am the little sister of Giorgio’s best friend. They offered me to be the photographer for the evening, it’s more a passion than anything else. Here you go."

You finally find what you were looking for and show two shots you made of Ona. She appears with Alessia and Ella, but you must admit that they are the only ones we can find her.

"They are pretty"

"They are not exceptional" you answer objectively, shrugging your shoulders, before biting your lip by looking at her thoughtfully.

"What?"

You smile when you see her looking at you and gently frowning. You had already noticed her in the crowd, looking a little lost but a smile that illuminates the entire room. Closer, you can more easily see the features of her face and you realize that she is even more beautiful than you could have imagined. But you don’t share your thoughts with her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. After all, you don’t know her at all.

"I can make more pictures of you here, if you want?"

Ona seems surprised by your proposal and you quickly realize that it's can be a little weird. For the first time since she joined you here, you’re the one who’s uncomfortable. You even blush, happy that night has fallen for some time. Quietly scraping your throat, you resume before she can even answer you.

"You don’t have to answer me. Excuse me, that was a stupid idea."

"No" she cuts you quickly by putting a hand on your arm. "No, I was just surprised. But why not, but I’m not used to doing that, other than for the shootings of the new jerseys. Since I’m a footballer. I play for Manchester United, with Alessia?"

You laugh softly, first because you're relieved that she doesn't take you for a psychopath but also because it's probably the longest sentence that she heard pronounced. Alessia being the little sister of your brother’s best friend, you have often had to go to one of his matches.

"I suspected it a little, I couldn't come to see you play since the beginning of the season, but since you arrived with Ella and Alessia..."

You don't finish your sentence and smile softly, thinking that if you had known, you would have returned more quickly to the bleachers. While you play mechanically with the strap of your camera, you see Ona gently tilt her head looking at you, probably intrigued by this information.

"You follow women football?"

"Yes… but I must confess myself" you smile maliciously.

"Tell me?"

"I’m more of an Arsenal supporter."

A scandal, an aberration according to your brother. But that’s how it is, you’ve been a fan of Leah Williamson almost all your life and by default you support Arsenal.

"Qué?!" exclaims Ona, looking shocked with her hand on her heart, and you burst out laughing at her.

She also laughs and you discover your new favorite melody. Okay girl, you’re gonna have to focus because otherwise you’re gonna go home tonight with a solid crush.

"What about these pictures?"

***********

The next morning, you got up around 10 am and the first thing you did was plug your camera into your computer. You didn’t take care of Giorgi and Luca’s photos or the cake, but instead you hurried to look for the photos you took of Ona in the course of the castle. Without wanting to throw flowers at you, they are incredible but your talent is certainly not for much.

Ona is resplendent, sometimes smiling, sometimes shy, from the front, from the side and even from the back. You scroll through the photos you took of her for many minutes before opening your photo editing software to correct the light. You do nothing else, there is nothing to touch up. Ona is perfect.

The Latin gave you her email address to send her the photos, but you wait until the afternoon to do it, hoping to receive a quick answer from her. You know that she has no training that day, that’s why Giorgio chose that night to organize her party.

The answer from Ona arrives at the end of the afternoon and from this moment will start an exchange of emails then messages when you decide to pass on your phones, so that it is more convenient apparently.

You and Ona talked almost non-stop for the next ten days. Manchester playing away the following weekend, it's only during the week that Ona offers you to go for a coffee together. You obviously accept quickly, too happy to see her again without having to initiate the thing. You tried to grab information about Ona, but going through three intermediaries (your brother, Alessia’s brother AND Alessia) made things too complicated. And when your brother started teasing you, you quickly gave up.

So you turned on social media, but you quickly realized that apart from a few photos of her friends and family, Ona was rather discreet about her romantic life. You couldn’t even tell if she was attracted to women and you didn’t have the courage to ask her directly. You’ve seen a picture of her with the rainbow flag, but it may very well say that she supports the cause without necessarily being part of it.

You had a long debate about how you should dress for this date. It was just a coffee at 10:00 in the morning, Ona having informed you that she had the day off. For your part, with your university studies, you had the opportunity to manage your work as you wanted.

After much hesitation, you ended up opting for an artificially ripped jeans, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket, all embellished with your eternal red Converse. Your hair is released freely and cascade down your shoulders. Ona having a car, she offered to pick you up and it's with a bit of nervousness that you enter her car when she parks in front of your building.

"Holà!" she greets you joyfully.

Her smile is contagious and you say hello before closing the door and fastening your seat belt. You feel a heartbeat when she lays a kiss on your cheek, but you try to quickly regain your countenance. You got the information from one of your friends that the Spaniards might have a different approach to physical contact, but it got out of your head. That moment wasn’t unpleasant though.

"Where are you taking me?"

Ona gives you a quick look before turning her attention back on the road since she has restarted her car. You notice her phone hanging on the dashboard, Waze plugged in to show her the right way.

"I don’t really know Manchester yet, so I asked Ivana to recommend a place. I hope you'll like it."

You nod and sit comfortably against the seat of her car. You have no doubt that you will have a good time with her. You have about fifteen minutes to travel and you take the opportunity to ask her about her activities last night. Despite the fact that you write to each other very day, you are relieved to see that you still have things to say to each other. And especially that your conversations are as fluid oral as written.

When you arrive at your destination, Ona hurries out of her car to open your door. You find yourself blushing slightly, thanking her with a small smile. The fact that you found a parking place so close to the establishment is probably close to the miracle and you take this as a sign of fate.

Ona also holds the door of the establishment and guides you to one of the tables when the waitress signals you to settle where you want. After consulting you with a glance, the Spanish woman makes her choice on a table at the back of the room, probably allowing to have some privacy. She may not be a rock star but it must happen quite regularly to her to be recognized. You realize now that you’ve never asked yourself about it.

"Have you been here before?"

You smile at Ona and shake her head negatively, assuring her that this is the first time. You had already passed several times ahead of course, having grown up in Manchester it would have been difficult not to. That said, the place is beautiful, simple and seems well maintained. Not to mention that the menu seems pretty great.

The waitress arrives a few minutes after you are installed, notepad in hand to take your order. You refrain from frowning when you see her look at Ona with an air a little too insistent for your taste while the footballer still deciphers the card to order. You could have sunk into a spiral of jealousy if she hadn’t taken your breath away with her smile looking back at you right after giving the menu back.

"How’s your file going?" asks the Latin girl while keeping her smile.

You briefly bite the inside of your lower lip before answering it, still not understanding what she can find interesting in your literature studies. But you finally find yourself explaining to her where you are and you realize that not only does she ask you questions, but they are also related to what you have already told her before.

"Are you doing something on Saturday?" asks the Latina after you receive your order.

"Not really. Why?"

"We’re playing against Arsenal… and I was wondering if you wanted to come see me play?"

The proposal pleases you, and the fact that the brunette uses the term "me" rather than "us" even more. But you decide to tease her and offer her a big innocent smile.

"Mh depends, will you introduce me to Leah Williamson?"

Understanding immediately that you are only trying to play with her, Ona hides her amusement behind her milkshake a few seconds before answering you.

"If you want me to never speak to you again, this is the best thing to do"

You laugh gently and bite your lower lip again watching Ona play with her straw and the end of her drink. You find the dimples that dig into her face every time she laughs or smiles just adorable. Wishing not to let the slightest doubt hover between you two, you lean slightly in her direction to attract her attention again.

"I will come to see you play with pleasure"

Ona smiles at you and you feel yourself melting like vanilla ice cream in full sun. Your gaze exchange lasts a little longer than two simple friends would, but you have a hard time pulling yourself out of the intensity of her chocolate pupils. It's only when the waitress arrives, asking you if you want something else that you're back to reality. After questioning you with a look, Ona simply refuse for both of you- After you have shared the bill, you find yourself outside, breathing again the fresh air.

"You want to go for a walk?" you propose to Ona. "I could show you a couple of nice places around here, if you want."

"I would love to"

With that you are gone in the small streets of Manchester, where tourists don't normally come. You don't meet many people, but with the sun shining on Manchester today it seems to make everything beautiful. Or is it the presence of the Hispanic? Because of your physical proximity, your hands touch a few times, each time sending you a discharge of electric current.

"Is this a date?"

Your question escapes from your lips even before you have time to realize it and it seems to surprise Ona as much as you. She turns entirely in your direction, leaving the sight of the city that you had after climbing in the heights.

"I hoped it would be"

Ona’s answer is whispered, but you smile softly as you nod.

"Good"

Enjoying the sun, you sit on a bench to chat even more, eating toasted almonds and hot chocolate when it’s time for a snack.

On your way back, your hands eventually join gently but surely. It's first the little finger of Ona who clings to yours and you discover with amusement that she watches you from the corner of the eye to see your reaction. Realizing that you don't seem uncomfortable and that you are even getting closer to her, her relief is such that you feel her release the breath she was holding.

When you get back to her car, your two hands are tightly tied and you miss the heat of Ona’s palm against yours the moment you have to let's go to get into the car.

"I’ll take you home"

It’s more a statement than a proposal and you don’t even think of refusing when Ona informs you of her decision once you arrive in front of your building. You postpone the time to say goodbye while remaining a few minutes to discuss in front of the door of the building. You hesitate to ask her to come home with you, but it is now the beginning of the evening as the day passed quickly.

As you finally say goodbye, Ona leans over you and gently places her lips in the corner of yours. The heat wave that it gives you is mixed with a little feeling of frustration, which pushes you to follow Ona’s movement when she steps back. If you had wanted to hide this gesture, it would have been useless. The Latin obviously saw you.

"Not on the first date Hermosa" she whispers mischievously before stepping back a few steps and returning to her car, waving at you with her damn beautiful smile on her gorgeous face.

Saturday, like you promised her, you are around the pitch looking her play.

You arrived for the training to not miss anything of her on the field, curious to see her evolve with a ball at her feet. After her warm-up ends, she quickly makes her way to you, with a big smile on her lips. Leaving the small group that accompanied you, partly formed of your brother and Alessia’s family, you join her, leaning against the barrier.

"I’m glad you’re here. But I see you don’t have a jersey?"

You laugh softly, knowing full well that she's refers to one of the discussions you had the night before, during which you teased each other and where you threatened to show up with an Arsenal jersey.

"I didn’t have time to find one, but I promise, next time. And a Manchester's one."

Ona’s smile is getting bigger, maybe partly because you just promised to come watch her again, before you even know if you’ll like this game. She knows you watch football from time to time and sometimes you come here, but coming to see her is different. Unfortunately, the Spanish has no time to stay longer. The members of her team call her and you smile as you wave her to join them.

This will not prevent Ona from returning a few minutes later, walking hesitantly at you with a shy smile, a jersey with the Manchester logo in her hand. You take it and after folding it, you realize that her name and her number are on it. Without hesitation, you put it over your sweater.

***********

Later that night, you were in your apartment accompanied by Ona. After she offered to take you home, you had this time the courage to offer her a last drink before she heads home.

Sitting on your couch, you turned on your TV with a shitty reality show that neither of you really follows, rather focused on the discussion you have about the game. Ona's team won at the last minute of the game, managing the suspense until the end. You had a great time actually and you even miss some things on the pitch, all your attention focused on a certain Spanish defender. Alessia scored the last goal actually, for the greatest pride of her brothers.

"Not too disappointed that you haven't met Leah?" Ona teases you and you smile.

"I’ll get over it" you assure her, laughing softly.

Ona smiles again and you can’t help but admire her for a few seconds, your head resting on your hand, itself resting on the back of the sofa. In front of you, Ona imitated your position. After she showered, she put on a sports jogging bottoms and an orange hoodie. Her hair is gathered into a messy bun and a few strands fall on her face. Delicately you put a strand behind his ear.

"You look tired" you whispers, your fingers brushing against the skin of her cheek when you take your hand back.

"I am" she admits without stopping looking at you.

"You look beautiful, too" you whispers again, earning a new smile.

"No, that's you"

You roll your eyes before shaking your head while smiling. You don't want to play the fake modest, but in your eyes if there is one of you who was blessed by the fairy of beauty, it's definitely Ona. You look back at her right after though, feeling her hand under your chin. She gently raises her face in her direction, allowing you to realize that she has come closer to you.

"I really mean it. You’re beautiful."

"Ona..."

If your heart could get out of your thorax cage, it would certainly do so now as it beats so hard. With your proximity, you can see all the peculiarities of her face, starting with the different shades of her freckles. Her eyes shines with a particular glow, which has nothing to do with the shade of fatigue that was there a few moments ago. This moment of delicious tension lasts a few seconds before you speak again, your voice barely higher than a murmur.

"Just kiss me"

That was all she was waiting for, gently breaking the last inches between you. Her lips are light on yours at first, like a touch of butterflies, before coming more present. They are soft, delicate, sweet, perfect. This kiss is even better than any you could imagine during your moments of dreaming.

Ona’s hand gently leaves your cheek to slide onto your neck, causing shivers in every place she touches.

You briefly resume breathing, before initiating a second kiss. You gently tilt your head to the side to have a better access and you can not retain a slight moan when you feels her tongue caress your lower lip, asking access to yours. You accept, of course. And this time you feel completely attracted and overwhelmed by the mixture of feelings and sensations.

When you regain consciousness, well helped by the burning of your lungs that remind you that they need oxygen, you are literally lying on Ona, herself lying too on the couch. She has one hand on your neck and the other on your back, while yours are positioned on her waist.

"Well, this is interesting" comments Ona with a mischievous smile.

You blush and try to back off, but the hands of the Latina gently prevent you.

"No... Stay, please" she whispers softly, drawing you back against her.

You willingly accept, placing your face in the hollow of her neck. You smile against her skin when you feel her kiss on the top of your head and you tilt your head to have a better angle for looking at her. She smirks at you and you lean to kiss her jaw, her cheeks and every part of her beautiful face.

Some weeks after becoming official to your friends, Ona had to fly to Spain for a preparation camp for the national team. Your apartment seems empty without your girlfriend because even if you don't live together, you spend almost all your evenings with each other. When you have to study for university, Ona settles down next to you and watches a series on TV, taking advantage of Netflix to perfect her English with Spanish subtitles. Sometimes she falls asleep, waiting patiently for you to finish your work. Her adaptation to Manchester is getting better and better, even though she recently confess that she missed her native country a lot.

Being in exam period, you couldn't follow her and this is the first time you are separated for so long. So you wait patiently for her to call you, you can usually talk to each other through FaceTime in the evening and sometimes she call you at her lunch break. When she can't, you exchange messages. Ona sharing a room with one of her teammates, a certain Laia who apparently plays in Manchester City, you made the decision not to fall asleep by letting your FaceTime on. So you often end your nights exchanging messages, until one of you ends up falling asleep.

That’s what you’re doing now. Lying under your duvet on your side, you're already talking to Ona since 30 minutes.

You - Do you want to play a game?

Onita ♥ - What kind of game? You know I'm not alone in my room :-P Onita ♥ - I'm joking, what is it?

You smile, rolling your eyes. The way Ona seems always scared of hurting you or making you believe things she find strange is really cute. You already told her that you're not made of glass, but it's seems like it's stronger than her.

You - I have 12 questions to ask you and you have to answer the most sincerly possible

Onita ♥ - Seems fun. Go on Hermosa.

You - 1) If someone asks you what I am to you, what would you say?

Onita ♥ - That you are the most perfect girl in the world and that by an incredible luck you decided to be mine.

You - 2) What are three things you love about me?

Onita ♥ - Your kindness, how cute you look when you are focused when you're studying, your face.

You - 3) What makes me different of your past lover/s?

Onita ♥ - Well... Everything?

You - 4) What you dislike about me?

Onita ♥ - How far away you are from me right now :(

You - 5) What your favorite thing about me?

Onita ♥ - The way you show how you care about me

You - 6) What was your first impression about me?

Onita ♥ - I wondered why a gorgeous girl like you was alone and when we talked I found you kind, sweet and funny.

You - 7) What are three things I say a lot?

Onita ♥ - Oh man, My back hurt, You're beautiful

You - 8) What is one thing you hope for our future?

Onita ♥ - I really want us to continue to get along as well as we do now

You - 9) If we where together now, what would we be doing?

Onita ♥ - Probably cuddling while watching a movie. And I would kiss you on every inch on your face to distract you from :)

You - 10) What would you be doing right now if we never met?

Onita ♥ - Sleeping (This question is sad btw)

You - Sorry baby ♥ You - 11) How was your life before we got together?

Onita ♥ - I can't say it wasn't good because I would be lying, but you really made it better

You - 12) Will I forever hold a special place in your heart?

Onita ♥ - You always will ♥

You - Thanks baby ♥ You - I can't wait for you to coming home :(

Onita ♥ - Me too. Will you be free the day I'm coming back?

You - Won't you be tired?

Onita ♥ - Claro, but I want to see you. I really miss you a lot...

You - I'll be there :)

In fact, you even decided to pick up Ona at the airport. Your girlfriend introduced you to some of her teammates during one of your FaceTime, apparently they were curious to see the girl who Ona never shut about. You actually met Laia, Leila, Alexia, Jenni and Mapi this way. But thanks to this you could ask one of them to play the spies and give you the landing time of Ona’s plane. You wanted to surprise her, so it would be strange to ask her anyway.

Waiting with other people in the arrival area, you suddenly felt nervous. What if Ona actually preferred to take the time to shower and relax a bit before meeting you? You began to take a hundred steps, mechanically taking your phone out of the pocket when it will ring to announce the arrival of a message. It's from Ona who announces you that she has landed well and that she is about to take her suitcase.

A few long minutes later you finally see her pass the security doors, pulling behind her not one but two suitcases. The way she scans the room on the way out, you feel like she feels you before she even sees you. And, when your eyes finally meet, you feel like you’re in a movie for teenagers. The rest of the world vanishes around you as she runs towards you and jumps into your arms. Having the impression of finally being able to breathe completely again, you press her against you, smiling and feeling her buried her face in the hollow of your neck.

"I missed you so much" she whispers on your skin before placing her lips on yours.

You smile during the kiss, passing your arms around her waist to squeeze her more against you, making her fly a few centimeters above the ground.

It makes her laugh and ends your kiss, but you can’t blame her. You lay a kiss on her cheek as she gently turns in your arms to look behind her and you only realize at this moment that she's accompanied by Laia. She has recovered the suitcases that your girlfriend abandoned and is waiting patiently for the end of your reunion, a smile displayed on her face.

"Holà" she smiles, arching an amused eyebrow.

You greet her in return while Ona redo the presentations before informing you that they had imagined sharing a taxi. It's obviously out of the question for you to let Laia return alone and you immediately propose to drop her at home. You borrowed your brother’s car, as much as it serves the maximum.

"Didn't you leave with a single suitcase?" you question your girlfriend as you walk into the parking lot.

"Yes. But my mother gave me enough to fill my cupboards for the next three years. The good news is that you will be able to taste real Spanish specialties."

"Are you ok?"

Hearing your girlfriend's voice, you turn your face in her direction. You were watching the earth getting closer and closer, announcing that your landing was coming soon. Your fingers were beating nervously on your knee and your teeth were biting your lower lip so hard that Ona was really beginning to fear that it would eventually tear open.

"I’m a little nervous" you confess by quickly turning your gaze away.

That’s an understatement. You’re supposed to meet Ona’s family today and you’re so stressed out that you’re nauseous. Ona has already met your own family, she had anyway crossed them at the birthday of Alessia’s brother. But on your side you only met his big brother when he made the trip during a game to see his little sister play. The current has gone rather well, even if the latter seems rather to be the shy kind.

"You look like you’re going to throw up" Ona comment, arching an eyebrow.

"It's a possibility"

Ona smiles and gently shakes her head. Even if she finds your state of stress touching, she has the good idea not to emphasize it. Instead, she gently turns your face in her direction and places a tender kiss on your lips.

"Better?"

You smile softly, feeling the usual butterflies dancing in the hollow of your belly. That this feeling persists after several months together is a daily source of good surprise and joy.

"Mmh… Not really"

You try to mask your smile, in vain. However, Ona quickly understands what you want and lays a second, then a third kiss, each a little longer than the one before. Soon after, she backs down but places her forehead against yours, stroking your cheek with her thumb.

"You have nothing to fear, I know they will love you."

"What if they don't?"

"There is no risk"

"If they don’t like me, Ona, what do we do?"

Ona seems confident and it reassures you as much as it worries you even more. She is so convinced that she feels no emotion other than a joy to find her parents, her Spanish friends and the places where she grew up. But your question is deep, if things go wrong with her parents, will it lead your couple to a possible end? The idea terrifies you.

"If for some reason they don’t like you, I’ll change their minds. But trust me, there’s no reason why that would happend. Plus, Joan said you're really sweat."

You nod gently as the wheels of the plane touch the ground. Ona lays another kiss on your temple before focusing on what the stewardesses say. They speak Spanish but despite the intensive classes given by your girlfriend, you have trouble understanding what they say. They speak a little too fast and don't necessarily bother to articulate correctly.

After picking up your luggage, Ona takes you to the taxis. She seems to know the place like the back of her hand and you find it interesting to see her evolve in her world. You have already noticed that the timbre of her voice changes when she speaks in her native language and for some reason you find it very sexy. Perhaps because she tends to use Spanish during some of your intimate moments.

You listen carefully when she tells you of memories she has of places you pass through, a tender smile on her face. Stress made you forget that it was a way to get to know your girlfriend better and this realization hits you hard.

Ona’s entry into your life has changed a lot of things, but you must admit that you are also much more tactile with her than what you could have been with your former conquests. It’s kind of like she contaminated you and since she doesn’t seem to be bothered by this behavior, you stopped wondering if you were allowed to be. Then, after a new explanation from her, you lean over her to depose a tender kiss on her cheek, making her smile. And you’re back to vanilla ice cream in the sun state.

The journey takes a little less than an hour, you arrived at rush hour and there are a lot of traffic jams. It seemed to you that the taxi driver recognized Ona but has nothing else let appear than a big smile. But you end up arriving at your destination and you feel your heart start beating too fast and too hard when the taxi stops.

You barely have time to get your luggage out of the trunk of the vehicle and take a few steps into the driveway of the house as the front door opens. Ona’s Mother hurries to join her daughter, probably failing to suffocate her by hugging her. But Ona laughs and you see behind them Ona’s father, looking at his wife with a mixture of fun and tenderness.

"Oi déjala respirar (Let her breath)" he says, hugging his daughter at least as hard as her mom.

Ona’s mother’s attention is on you right after and you smile timidly at her. Now is the moment of truth. Over her father’s shoulder, Ona addresses her mother.

"Mamá, te presento a Y/N (Mum, this is Y/N)"

You open your mouth to say something, but before you can you find yourself in a maternal embrace that surprises you. It takes you a few seconds to answer it, but if it amuses your girlfriend, your mother-in-law doesn’t seem to take offense at it for a second. Then she steps back and looks at you a few seconds before declaring

"Esta niña necesita una buena comida española (This little one needs a good Spanish meal)"

After eating for like twelve people, Ona take you to her childhood room, where you will both sleep during your holidays. She seems a little shy at the idea of you entering her room and you can't stop yourself to teasing her a little.

"What are you afraid of?" you smile, your hand on the doorknob. "You have a big secret hidden here? A3 photos of one of your ex maybe?"

"None of them. It’s just I never brought one of my girlfriends home, let alone my room."

Her confession surprises you and you immediately feel guilty for having teased her on the subject. Feeling stupid, you gently bite your lip looking at it.

"I'm sorry"

"Don’t be, idiota" smiled Ona, before signaling you to enter the room.

More carefully than an archaeologist entering a pyramid, you gently open the door to reveal Ona’s bedroom. The front door immediately opens onto the large window, giving itself the sea view. A double bed is on the left with a multitude of photos hanging above. A bedside table frames each side of the bed and at the level of the cushions there are several soft toys that seem to date from the childhood of the Spanish. Facing the bed is a desk and a TV, as well as one opening in the wall, giving access to what you imagine to be a dressing room. The whole is in sand and sky blue colors, reminder of the good Spanish weather.

"I love it" you smile, looking around you.

"Yeah?"

You hums, looking at the picture above Ona's bed. You can find pictures of Ona with her friends, her parents, brother, cousins, her on the beach and some of her childhood. Lost in your contemplation, you don't hear when Ona approach you but smile while feeling her arms pass around your waist. You’re a few inches taller than her, but that doesn’t stop her from pressing her chin on your shoulder.

"Te amo" she whispers before placing a kiss in the hollow of your neck.

"I love you even more" you answer her before you turn in her arms to pass her arms around.

"And I think my parents love you very much too"

"Do you think?"

Ona confirms her impression and you lean over to place a kiss on her lips. It’s a great relief for you, but in a few weeks Ona will surely tease you by telling you that she told you so. But you are so relieved that you already know that you will endure her jokes without the slightest difficulty.

"Do you want to go to the beach?" your girlfriend asks.

You accept happily and long story short, her wall will be decorated with new photos of you two this summer.

Whenever you had the opportunity, you went to Ona’s games. This makes you a regular at the stadium and you start to know most of the staff in addition to your girlfriend’s teammates. Some new players arrived last summer but were apparently quickly integrated into the team. Now that you’ve graduated and have a steady job, it’s also easier for you to follow Ona on the weekends when she has matches elsewhere in England. You usually move the same day of the game, the team being hosted in a hotel there are logically no places for you. You don’t like those nights away from Ona, to be honest. You are so often at her home that your apartment receives your visit only when Ona is far away and you couldn't follow her.

You can’t lie about not being afraid for your girlfriend. Even though she’s a badass who gets up almost all the time after tough tackles, there have been several times when you’ve almost faint. You remember perfectly the match of Ona against Arsenal during which she suffered several tackles rather rough and where she received a blow on the nose which makes her bleed.

Today, against Brighton, nothing could let you imagine that something special would happen. The game was quite pleasant to watch and there were only a few minutes left before the end of the game. It's at the 86th minute that the collision between Ona and the opposing player takes place and the moment you don't see her getting up, you know that something is wrong.

Despite her teammates at her side and the medical staff, your girlfriend takes long minutes before even sitting down. Unfortunately far from the place of the ground where she is, you cannot hear or even see what is being said. And the anguish you feel makes your whole body throb. Eventually, Ona got up to get out of the field and was probably about to return to play. Desperately trying to cross her eyes, it ends up happening and the Latin girl sends you a small comforting smile. It relieves you a bit, but you still feel that everything is not going as well as she would like to let it seem. It would not surprise you, the Spanish already told you that she didn't like to worry people around her.

And you’re right, since after a few minutes of play, Ona sits on the field, not feeling able to play. She's obviously out of the game, but you’re not allowed to follow her, unfortunately. Or at least not right away. Your brother, always with you, has placed a reassuring arm around your shoulders but this doesn't allow your heart rate to decrease.

It’s only some minutes later that you repent Mark Skinner, the coach, walking down the stairs of the family space to take you with him in the halls of the stadium. He takes you to the infirmary, where you finally find the one that makes your heart beat. Ona is lying on a bed, still dressed in her football outfit and boots. Her face is clenched, her hand on her eyes and she takes it off only when she hears the door of the room open.

"Hi sweatheart" you mumble softly.

She sends you a new little smile as you approach her, Mark having gently closed the door behind you. Not knowing if you can touch her, you decide to sit on the plastic chair next to her bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"Stunned"

You pout and gently place your hand on hers, squeezing it briefly.

"Have the doctors come to you yet?"

"Yes. They think I have a concussion"

That would explain a lot of things. From where you were positioned in the stadium, the shock did not seem so strong to you, but you apparently underestimated the thing. And you feel bad for it.

The door opens again, revealing a nurse and Ella Toone. The english girl carries Ona’s belongings and informs you that she has packed everything without having forgotten anything normally. You take advantage that the nurse looks at Ona to take a look at your phone and finds that you received messages from Ona’s brother and parents, asking you about their daughter or sister. You imagine that they had to write to Ona and then turn to you realizing that they didn't receive an answer. You can’t imagine what it must be like for them to be so far away from her, without knowing how she is. The idea makes you shiver.

You hurry to answer them while the nurse makes the last tests on Ona to make sure you haven’t missed anything.

"Who are you writing to?" asks Ona frowning.

"Joan and your mother"

She nods and you decide to take her boots off and to put her sneakers. You then help her put on a sweater and jacket, deciding together that she will shower at home. With the prescription and medication in hand, you can go home, much to your relief. Ona willingly lets herself be guided to your car, your arm around her waist and this allows you to realize how much she shouldn't feel good. Even if she's tactile, your girlfriend has a strong stubborn and autonomous side.

After a quick shower, you lay Ona down in bed, dressed in one of your sweatshirts. She seems tired, but not surprising given the situation. She took advantage of the drive to phone her parents and reassure them about her condition, Ella having been responsible for keeping the rest of the team informed.

Leaving her side for a few moments, you search the kitchen to make her a tea and bring her something sweet to eat.

"What do you need?" you ask her, looking at her carefully.

"Cuddle" she pouts and you can’t help but smile.

"Give me time to change too and I’ll be right there. In the meantime, take your medicine and eat something pretty girl."

You point to the tray that you placed next to her on the bed and even if she makes the grimace, Ona seizes her medication. You go to the bathroom to refresh yourself and put on clean clothes. In fact, you opt for jogging pants and a loose t-shirt to feel comfortable. After that, you go back to Ona and lie next to her. Ona doesn't lose a second before coming to cuddle in your arms and you gently caress her back with your fingertips.

You get lost in your thoughts, the only noises that can be heard are your two breaths and the noise of the cars that pass at the foot of the building from time to time.

"You scared me today"

Your voice is barely higher than a whisper, but in the calm of the apartment it seems to resonate quite loud. The nurse warned you to avoid too much sound or visual stimulation for Ona at the moment and you intend to stick to it. She comes up a little on you, so she can put her face in the hollow of your neck.

"I'm sorry" A few seconds pass before the brunette speaks again. "You stay the night?"

You snort and roll your eyes.

"Of course. As if I were going to leave you alone here under these circumstances. I wouldn’t want your mother to deprive me of her fidéua."

Ona giggles but you also notice that she begins to fall asleep. Deciding to let her rest, you add nothing, continuing to gently caress her back and hair.

"Sleep babygirl. I’m here to look after you."

Always.

[maevstar]

| Introducing myself in my fame dr ᯓᡣ𐭩

ᝰ. My name is Maeve Amelie Solace, but people usually call me by “Mae”.

ᝰ. I’m 26yo and I’m an A-list american actress and singer. (I was born in 1997 but I didn’t turned 27 yet).

ᝰ. I started my way on acting when I was 16 when my older brother was doing a play on high school and begged me to participate. I did, and since then I’ve been in love with acting.

ᝰ. When I graduated from high school i moved out from my hometown — Austin, Texas — to LA and entered to UCLA School of Theater.

ᝰ. My first big project in Hollywood was “The Edge of Seventeen” when I was 19-20yo, before that I just worked with small projects, mostly from my uni.

ᝰ. That project gave me more visibility in the industry and I became more well known.

ᝰ. Some of my films: The Edge of Seventeen, The School for Good and Evil (adaptation of the books), Lady bird, Scream 4 (2018), Little Woman, Causeway, We Live in a Time, Challengers, Me Before You, Glass Onion 2, Duna, Anyone but You, Don’t look up, No hard feelings, Don’t worry darling, The outrun, and etc.

ᝰ. Some of my shows: Supernatural (Claire Novak), Looking for Alasca, YOU, outer banks (season 4).

ᝰ. I’ve been nominated for the Oscar 4 times as the best Actress in a Leading Role, but I’m just gonna win the award in the 4th time (2024). Futhermore, i’ve won a lot of awards and nominations like Emmy’s and Golden Globes. In 2022, I entered the list of The Most Influential People by Time Magazine.

Now, my singer career:

ᝰ. My mom is a country singer — not much known — in Texas, so I’ve grew up loving music, and I’ve been writing songs since I was 15, but these never turned into real songs, until 2019-2020, when I recorded my EP’s.

ᝰ. My first EP is called “Minor” and it has 7 songs. I released it in 2019 just for fun, was some songs that I’ve been writing during the years. In 2020 I released more 2 EPs, called “Bittersweet” and “Good Riddance”, with 7 and 10 songs respectively, again, just for fun.

ᝰ. Now, my new coming up project on music is my first Album, called “The Secret Of Us”, it has 13 songs (+ 7 from deluxe) and all of them will have a music video, cause my objective is making a visual album.

ᝰ. With my new album, I intend to go on my first tour.

Fun facts about me:

ᝰ. I know ballet and gymnastics cause when my sister was 8 years old she wanted to learn but was scared to do it alone, so I used to go to classes with her.

ᝰ. I have 3 siblings, Will, Kayla and Austin. Will is 2 years older than me, Kayla is younger than me 4 years and Austin is 8 years younger than me. (Another fun fact is that Austin is adopted).

ᝰ. My s/o is Drew Starkey, I met him in a party at Maddie Cline’s house (2021). Also, Madelyn is my best friend and I’m very close to the cast of the outer banks too.

ᝰ. I’m in fact brazilian. I was born there but my family moved to the US when I was 8 — my father is brazilian but my mom is from us, she was in a trip when met my dad in brazil and blablabla — so I have dual nationality. (latinas are better lol). But when I was 14, I moved again to Brazil and lived there for almost 2 years with my aunt before I came back to US.

ᝰ. When I was 16, I made a YouTube channel with my brother Will and we used to talk about the most random things ever (btw it was a flop lol, this channel just came up when we became famous). (another fun fact is that he is also a well known actor, but more on theater plays than on screen).

ᝰ. When I was in high school, I was planning on going to med school — mostly because of my dad, he’s a doctor (my obsession with greys anatomy might got me inclined to that too🤭) — but then I fell in love with acting (when I was 16, like i said) and never quit. Besides that, I’m still very interested with things related to science and human body, stuff like that; most of things that I know are bc of my dad tho.

ᝰ. I’m polyglot. I speak Portuguese, English, Italian, Spanish and a bit of French and Latin. I also know ASL.

ᝰ. I still don’t know how to ride bikes without training wheels cause no one ever taught me (😭).

ᝰ. I love the sea, beaches, everything related to that, it’s one of my favorite places in the world.

mood boards; mood boards details;

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[starmonsterrr]

[ * I have a feeling that Ink would struggle with french vocab and I know I'm gonna get jumped with "but isn't Ink french himself????!!?!? So their first language would, logically, be french right??!??!?? Wouldn't he struggle with English!?!???!??" ]

[ * And to that I object being someone whose first language is spanish, but ironically despite living in an environment that is practically pure spanish (though chilean which practically is on a path to becoming another language but shhh) I myself struggle with spanish vocabulary yet I'd say I excel with English words ]

[ * so allow me to elaborate on this tiny bit of thought: ]

[ * This fandom is mainly stuffed with creations in English, as well as a notable amount of stuff in Japanese (I've seen more drawings with Japanese text than Spanish text or other languages not counting English!!!) ]

[ * This is logical given that the game only has 2 official available languages to play in; English and Japanese ]

[ * Ink logically will be more exposed to creations in English and, from what I've seen, barely any in French, so the guy doesn't really practice the language much ]

[ * Now bringing up my own experiences: I have the curse of being somewhat chronically online, and for whatever reason I chose to be chronically online in the English side of the internet, and while I do occupy Spanish a bunch in my daily life, I still do most things in English ]

[ * As a result I'm somehow better at English than Spanish ,,,,, I will admit it's not exactly fun ]

[ * Going off that, Ink occupying English more often than they do French may lead to the same result: better at talking in one language than the other ]

[ * It's something to think about I guess, the thought just popped up in my head and I wanted to ramble ]

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Sanders Sides - How they would comfort you during a panic attack

Authors note: I miss my favorite boys and got motivation to write for some reason so lets gooo.

⚠TW!⚠: Mentions of panic attacks, fluff, prob a little angst ig if you squint

👑Roman👑

-Roman would be his dramatic self (bc of course he would be) but at the same time would think up of ideas on the fly on how to help as you have your panic attack

-Would probably BOMBARED you with questions as he tries to figure out his best on how to help until he figures out that you wont be able to answer all too well in your panicked state

-If you indicate that you want to be held, he will hold you against his chest firmly so you can hear the comforting sound of his heart beating

-If not, he will simply sit and/or lay next to you until your panic attack is over, affirming you that he’s there for you

-Afterward, he will shower you with all sorts of comforting words -in both english and spanish- and shower you with acts of service (Bringing you some comfort items, making sure you’re comfortable, ect.)

-If you like physical affection, he will cuddle with you and pepper kiss all over you. Your face, your hands, your neck, your arms, your shoulders, ect.

-Like, literally no part of your body is safe from his onslought of kisses if you let him

-Don’t like physical affection? No worries he will simply keep you company but that won’t stop him from complimenting you every chance he gets

-He will compliment your eyes, your laugh, your humor, literally anything and everything he can think of. Which is a lot considering he’s creativity

-If it makes you feel better, Roman will bring you to his mind palace and create stuff specifically for you 

💙Logan💙

-Being that he is the most logical side and doesn’t do well with emotions, he will obviously try to go about it the logical way

-Will most likely know what to do already since he has helped many of Thomas’ friends from panic attacks and has helped Virgil before in the past

-Logans definitely the kind of person to just sit close to you while trying to give you space at the same time, not wanting to overwhelm you even more

-If you ask to be held, know its gonna be kind of a stiff hug at first since Logan isn’t used to physical affection (Patton tries to surprise hug him from time to time due to that reason)

-After a while though, seeing that it’s helping you calm down from the panic attack, he definitely melts into the hug. Even after you’ve calmed down he still won’t let go (someone give him a hug please he needs it)

-If you don’t like physical affection or just don’t like hugs, he’ll probably hold your hand through your panic attack as he guides you through breathing excersises 

-You’ll both just sit or lay in silence, enjoying each others presence for a while before one of you breaks the silence and you both just talk about random things

-Just small, light hearted things to lift the mood. “You’re so cute.”   “Objectively, I’m actually considered average looking.”   “You call yourself ‘average looking’ one more time and I’ll put salt instead of sugar in your coffee.”    “....”   “Exactly.” 

🍪Patton🍪

-Omg Patton goes into full on DAD MODE the minute he knows your having a panic attack. He might be able to see if before it even happens bc he just has that kind of, caring-for-others-more-than-himself-mode built in him. 

-Kind of like Roman and Logan put into one because he will ask if theres anything he can do to help and sort of knows how to deal with a panic attack but isn’t too sure

-Sooo, he just looks it up on his phone real quick. Once he understands what to do, he will help you through it with a kind and comforting voice

-I feel like his voice will definitely help ground you more than anything because its just so cute the way that he says “everythings ok” and “I’m here for you, kiddo” and just things like that

-If you want to be held, BOY YOU BETTER BE READY FOR SOME REAL GOOD HUGS/CUDDLES

-Patton literally gives the best cuddles I dunno what to tell you other than you will most likely fall asleep if you cuddle each other

-And will most definitely give you forehead kisses

-Don’t like to be touched? No problemo because he WILL make you something to eat and drink, especially if its your favorite/comfort food. I’m not even joking he will probably start baking a cake right there and then if thats your favorite treat

-He just loves to show you his love through his food overall

-Once you’ve calmed down he talks rambles about anything that will make you feel better once you’re all calmed down

💜Virgil💜

-My poor emo boy definitely knows how to handle a panic attack but has only ever dealt with panic attacks by himself so when he sees you having one

-He kind of freezes. 

-Once he snaps out of it though, he’s definitely panicking a little bit too with you as he attempts to think of everything he can to help you

-He’s kind of a guy who hesitates before doing anything because he just really isn’t sure but starts to calm down after seeing you calm down too

-If you indicate that you want to be held through your panic attack, he will be a little stiff at first but not in the way Logan is stiff

-Stiff as in he’s not sure if he’s doing this right and hopes that this actually comforts you

-Dont wanna be held? He’ll just offer you some comforting items kind of like a crow and its so cute that it really helps you calm down

-Once you calm down, he will constantly be checking up on you to make sure you’re ok 

-”You comfortabe?”  “ Need anything else?”   “I can get something for you if you want.”

-He’ll probably offer you his sweater too and once you put it on its smells so much like him and its absolute heaven

-You’ll def make him blush if you take a deep breathe of his scent on his sweater

-He’ll put on your favorite movie and chill with you in the living room for a while to make you feel better

[lynaferns]

If the Hispanic lgbt community sees this I may get hate for it but I have thoughts about our "(forced) inclusive language" for nonbinary, agender, etc, in Spanish.

I'm sorry, but adding an 'e' at the end of absolutely every word that may be gendered is stupid, ridiculous and confusing for absolutely everyone. I'm sure there are better ways to make neutral pronouns.

In Spanish some words are "male" gendered, some are "female" gendered and some others are neutral or both. Some examples of what I mean:

(the words in Spanish for "the chair", "the floor" and "the water")

La silla → "female", has to use 'la'. Plural → Las sillas.

El suelo → "male", has to use 'el'. Plural → Los suelos.

Some may assume that the 'a' and 'o' at the end of the word addresses "the gender" of the word. In most cases, yes, but then we have words like:

El agua, which is "female" but uses the male pronoun 'el'. However if you want to say it in plural you have to say "las aguas". So we have this word that uses both female and male pronouns depending on the situation.

The thing is that these words refer to stuff that doesn't have a sex or actual gender, but the word itself has a gender. It's just the way the language evolved. (You can't judge this. There are sentences in English that make you write "that that" and "had had", for example: "he says that that wasn't his fault". Languages are full of silly mishaps like that.)

In Spanish, nonbinary is "nobinario" or "nobinaria". Those words weren't originally invented to refer to human identities. If you want to refer to a person as nonbinary you either say "nonbinary gender → genero nobinario" and/or "nonbinary person → persona nobinaria", why? Because that's how our language works, it sucks? A little, yeah, nonbinary and agender people struggle more to find their preferred pronouns. That's something they are trying to adapt now but putting an 'e' at the end to make it more "inclusive" by saying the word as "nobinarie"... You are inventing/modifying words that aren't necessary and only make it more difficult to communicate and understand.

Besides, "nobinario" is already the neutral option to address people. If you are a nonbinary fem looking or FAB (female at birth), when you explain that you are "nobinario" and someone tries to tell you that you are "nobinaria" you correct them by saying that the correct term is "nobinario" when addressing a person itself.

If you want to say "my friend is a very funny person" in the most gender neutral/inclusive way, you don't have to say:

"mi amigue es une persone muy graciose" (note: because of orthographic and phonetic rules of Spanish, for the 'e' to sound soft it must have an 'u' between 'g' and 'e'. 'ge' sounds stronger than 'gue')

↑ The only words there that didn't need the 'e' at the end are the three red ones. It's clumsy, it makes it uncomfortable to pronounce and makes people confused because it feels like you are suddenly talking in another language.

The only word there that refers to the person's gender is "friend" → "amigo (male), amiga (female)", so yes, I understand that word needing a neutral option for the shake of inclusivity and neutralism. On the other hand for "persona (person)", the word itself is female and it's accompanied by female pronouns, but when you use it in a sentence "persona" doesn't address the person's gender or sex. Is neutral. The words "una" and "graciosa" don't accompany "amigue/a/o", but "persona".

"mi amigue es una persona muy graciosa"

↑ The only word that may be odd for people hearing it for the first time is "amigue" but it is more digestible this way, without unnecessary modifications to words that don't need them.

Now, to the pronoun topic. I don't understand why they made up the word "elle".

I get that it's supposed to be the neutral/non gendered option of "el" and "ella", but again, this is clumsy.

BESIDES, we have the word "ello", which is used for objects or actions, but it is neutral.

In English, "they/them" was originally for plural but people started using it to not address someones gender or when you don't know the person's gender and it works just fine and natural. Some people even like using "it/its" which it's for objects or animals, but hey! It also works, may feel a little weird but there is no clumsiness to it and it's not hard to get used to.

Spanish "ello" can be the English "it/its they/them". It's a word that was already there, we should use it.

And "elle" is a neopronoun. Don't fuck with me /silly. If you are nonbinary and want to use "elle" as a neopronoun go for it tho. But it is not a regular pronoun.

[catchyhuh]

Well part 6 made it obvious that besides French and Japanese Lupin can talk at least in English, Italian, Russian, Spanish, German, Turkish, Korean and Dutch (gosh, he's good, I'm jelly).

What languages do the others know? I have some headcanons about Goe, but I'm curious about your ones!

well, the short of it, for all of em really, is: “do i need to learn this language to continue living for the next month? yes? ok let’s learn some conjugation.” so it’s less about which specific languages and just HOW many they know so much as how do they go about the process of learning/how do they USE the language once they’ve learned it so. IT’S A LOT

and uh also they all tend to default to japanese but you probably knew that LET’S GET INTO THE LOT

jigen:

jigen knows the least out of all of them, mostly because he. does not talk to many people. he’s an unintentional perfectionist about it in just that one sense; if he’s communicating, he wants to be SURE he’s understood, no room for misunderstanding

of course, that doesn’t mean he’s a slouch. i’m sure he can still speak, listen to, read AND write at least ten more languages than you and i can, minimum. BUT STILL, he just doesn’t want any room for misinterpretation, none whatsoever. so usually, he lets someone else do the talking, or he attempts to get by with whatever he and the other party can understand. it’s kind of funny because his stubbornness with this means a lot of times the gang will purposefully leave him to flounder, because THAT’S WHAT HE GETS FOR NOT WANTING TO REMEMBER SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS “no ice in my drink please”

because of this, he’s most proficient in READING in other languages. there’s no need for input on his end, and he can get a hang of sentence structure AND the words themselves, so there’s no embarrassment later. so particular about these things

fujiko:

the only one who can speak a language better than she can understand it being spoken to her. like jigen, she mostly learns by just reading it, (sometimes by rereading a book she already knows, so she already has an easy guide to go off of) so trying to decipher someone TALK talking at a conversational speed is. a different beast

uses the whole multilingual thing as more of a novelty than a necessity. like it’s a party trick to her. like she's a translation dictionary in the flesh! ask her how to say purple in danish! wanna know the word for cookie in malay? if you want to know how to say “penis” in 30 languages, fujiko will frown and go “c’mon. grow up." ...but she'll still answer since it’s actually still just ‘penis’ in like five different languages anyway,

this is mostly because she weaponizes the “you don’t think i can understand x language, but yes, i can, and i can hear you calling me stupid while i’m standing right fucking next to you. you will regret this in time”

goemon:

absorbs foreign languages the fastest, which is hilarious because he’s always the most stubborn about wanting to just speak his first language. i mean it’s goemon, you probably saw this coming! 

has since softened on the concept, not because of a “loosening of his personal principles,” but rather, he saw how damn DIFFICULT it made things for the average person he interacts with for two seconds of his life. it was initially easy to hold onto it, until he saw the poor waitress grin apologetically and say she was so sorry she didn’t understand. then he softened. a BIT. if you know even a smidge of japanese he’s expecting it from you. 

wore a t-shirt that said COOL GUY in big, obnoxiously american letters once for a disguise. burnt it when the operation was over. lupin has five pictures of it. goemon allows the records to exist because he is, objectively, a COOL GUY

zenigata:

the funny thing is you’d ask him about it and he’d get kind of sheepish. like, yeah, he knows (he pauses to count on his fingers for a second) 23 languages but he’s not REALLY good at most of them it’s just like a thing for WORK it’s not like he’s REALLY got them down--

again, it’s the fault of that freakish hypercompetence that comes up for rule of funny. if he’s just getting off the plane and he realizes he’s left his gloves at home and is desperately trying to find a pair, no, he can’t get through in the slightest. but if it’s LUPIN involved, oh buddy if there is an ELEMENT of DANGER AND/OR LUPIN, he just breaks out entire sentences with almost perfect pronunciation and everything, to the point the other people in the room wonder if he was faking his issues earlier. and the answer is no, he wasn’t, he just didn’t have the proper motivation. NOW he does, and NOW he can speak fucking perfect indonesian, just because!

also kind of sort of treats it as a party trick the way lupin and fujiko do if he’s in a good enough mood (but you actually do get hints of that in the show, like that one little part 3 bit!) so that’s fun

[spanishskulduggery]

my spanish duolingo lessons have recently introduced a new word order to me (example: "Tus audífonos los podemos reparar en un segundo.") but i don't know what this is called or how to search for it. what is the point of putting a direct pronoun after its noun? i don't think this kind of flexible word order exists in english and i'm not sure how to deal with it.

This seems almost like a vocative case although I think someone better with linguistics could answer it better

What I mean by "vocative" is that it seems to introduce a direct object, then also refer to it rather than just using the direct object by itself - as in podemos reparar tus audifonos en un segundo

To me it reads like "Your headphones, we can repair them in a second" as if it's introducing the direct object

This does sometimes happen if the direct object could possibly be misconstrued; usually it's phrased something like podemos repararlos, tus audifonos digo "we can repair them, your headphones I mean" or instead of digo someone might say claro "of course"

Sometimes it could be phrased with a lead in like con respecto a los audifonos, te los podemos reparar "regarding the headphones, we can repair them for you" or something along those lines

[Note: You can sometimes see a similar construction of a sentence with introduction used in a phrase like tu mano, déjame verla "your hand, let me see it" so it isn't totally out of the ordinary but I usually use it with a comma and a vocal pause]

...

The example seems to be trying to introduce a direct object but also making sure you understand what the los corresponds to. I won't say it's uncommon, because it does happen but it feels like they're trying to specify what is being talked about by introducing "headphones"

The more normal way to express it (aside from "we can repair your headphones" like above) is to use passive voice se pueden reparar los audiofonos "the headphones can be repaired" but that requires more understanding of the passive voice that you might not have

[travelbasscase]

I am making an introductory post

Hello! This blog has existed for too long without an introduction. I figure one is probably not a terrible idea.

Name: just call me Bass, moots know my real name

Age: minor

Pronouns: she/her/ella/היא

Languages: English, learning Spanish (I'd like to think I'm at a B2, but I think that might be optimistic) and Hebrew (definitely not better than A1)

Hobbies: playing bass (duh), reading, drawing, bothering my dog, praying, watching my shows, making lists.

Interests: Infectious disease, Judaism, Zionism, bugs (bees, wasps, ants, mosquitos, and spiders, mostly. I hate mosquitos, but vector-borne illnesses are fascinating), geography, languages.

Fandoms: The West Wing (Toby my beloved), Les Miserables (I actually enjoyed Russell Crowe's Javert), Pride and Prejudice (Lizzie Bennet my beloved), and House (Chase my beloved).

Fun facts: I know the capital of every country in the world (if given a piece of paper, I could list off every country and its capital from memory, ordered non-alphabetically by continent. I do this when I'm bored). I have at least four mandibular torii. People not using the Oxford comma sends me into a fit of blind rage (that's an exaggeration, but I am passionate about the virtues of the Oxford comma). I named this blog by looking around my room and attempting random objects until tumblr said the username was free.

[rainwaterapothecary]

Memories All In A Row

#serennedyprideweek Day 2 Prompt - "Raccoon City"

The only way to describe the sound that emitted from Luis Serra’s mouth would be ‘a joyous shriek of unmasculine pitch’. (Which was a feat for someone quickly approaching 78 years of age.) Leon felt it was a mark of how far he’d come since retiring that he didn’t immediately reach for a sidearm at such a noise coming from his lover.

“Amor- Amor look!�� The former researcher-turned-professor lept into the room with a small, rectangular object in his hand. His husband squinted to get a better look as Luis waved it around. “Amor were you really that small?” He cried with delight, slapping the photograph down like a finishing argument.

The small, affectionate smirk that always crept up on Leon whenever his partner was doing something particularly boisterous and benign began to fall as he took in the damning 4x6 image of his younger self. He breathed a sigh.

“Yeah, kinda hard to believe, looking at me now.” He motioned at his head as if to use his graying hair as evidence. Luis’ smile softened and pulled at the wrinkles around his eyes.

“¡Silencio!” He buried his fingers in his partner’s hair where it would eternally flop over his forehead. “You know I love your hair.” Leon smiled sadly up at his man. “And your face.” Luis added with a slight nod before kissing the retired operative softly on the lips.

That garnered a huff of a laugh though Leon’s eyes stayed mournful. Luis sighed and waved the man backward on the chair so he could settle on his husband’s thigh.

“What is it? You look like a kicked dog, mi vida.”

Strong, scarred hands came around Luis’ waist as the blond rested his cheek on his husband’s shoulder. The photo remained staring up at him from the desk. Luis received a small hug before Leon’s arms went back to just holding him.

“That might be the only photo I have in uniform. It’s the day I graduated from the Academy, one week before I went to Raccoon City.” He laughed dryly, barely a noise. “Well, I was supposed to ship out the next night,’ he tapped the photo and returned his hands to his lover. ‘But I got the strangest call to ‘stay away’.”

He shook his head as if to clear it. Luis muttered some sort of consolation in Spanish that served more to remind Leon of where he was, when he was, than really meaning anything in and of itself. Leon sighed.

“It’s been…Jesus, forty? Fifty years?”

“…And you can still smell the fresh paint?”

Leon swatted the chortling academic but continued his musings. This was a topic they had gone over a few times over the years – Leon’s memories, the city that got wiped from the map, Luis’ unknowing part in it all. When they were young, the scientist had panicked and shut down on him when they put the pieces together, thinking his friend (and freshly boyfriend) would hate him and want him banished from his side. Leon had merely sat in silence with himself, stewing in his memories and finding within himself not disgust or betrayal but genuine awe at the things his lover had created. How powerful and smart this beautiful man was. Is.

Over time it had been something they had accepted about the past and Leon had only flung it at Luis once during a fight. It hadn’t even been a nuclear argument until he dug up the filthiest hurt he could think of and spat it like venom at the love of his life. Luis had panicked and left; Leon didn’t blame him. With his vile words, the scientist had cause to think that he hadn’t forgiven him for anything ever and thought of him as the evil cultist he’d first met in Spain. All of their shared friends ripped Leon a new asshole for that one.

He pressed a kiss into his lover’s shoulder at the reminder.

“Where did you even find this, amore?”

Decades later, Luis still brightened when Leon used a nickname on him – English, Spanish, Italian, he was giddy. He snuggled closer into his husband’s chest and took in the baby face looking up at him.

Leon could have been a model, truly. Instead he had gone into the police force to try to protect others…a decision that lead only to government manipulations and pain, years of using his body as a weapon and a meat shield for the weaker and the defenseless. Luis’ gaze softened.

This was probably the final photo left of Leon’s innocence.

“It was in a box of photographs in the attic- Oh! I finally found the perfect albums, Leon! Look look look-“

Forgetting the topic at hand while his husband became an amalgamation of hair and legs where he squirmed out of Leon’s grasp, the ex-agent laughed.

Luis smiled at the sound once his back was turned and he had begun running down the hallway.

Smile still on his lips, the older bookend to the man in the photo looked down at his likeness.

“Sometimes I don’t recognize you, you know. Feels like a lifetime ago.”

“You say something?” Luis returned with 3 thick, black leather photo albums in hand. Leon whistled appreciatively at the gold banding and solid heft.

“Those look nice, babe.”

Luis giggled at the endearment and settled them on the desk near the Kodak keepsake. It wasn’t even a picture taken by a loved one – by that point he’d had no one left. His grandmother had passed away after he’d left high school and after the whole mess with his parents he’d decided he was quite set on family tragedy, thank you very fucking much. (To this day his worst nightmares tee off with something happening to Luis or Rose or Ashley, he doesn’t need that shit again. He had his people and he was keeping them.)

“Is that background real or a green screen?” Luis’ chuckles brought him out of his death-grip on the man’s waist. Leon raised an eyebrow.

“Pretty sure it’s just an office wall they did up all nice for our photos. It’s the official Academy one so it has to be…nice, I guess.” Luis looked at him like he hung the stars.

“We have an official Leon Serra-“

“Scott-Serra-“

“-Kennedy merchandise?! This is a one-of-a-kind, Leon!” Luis playfully shook him by the shoulders, really playing up the excitement of the moment. “In fact, I think this deserves a place of honor-“

“Luis no-“

“¡Luis sí! I think it belongs innnnn this one.” He pulled out an empty album and began unpeeling the very first page. Leon rolled his eyes at the theatrics of the beautiful, silly man he married.

“Why this one, Luis?”

“Hm?” The professor hummed while pulling out a small pen from a pocket and neatly writing something below the picture. Leon pressed into his back, resting his lips against the man’s neck.

“Why this album, babe? What are you planning?”

Luis capped the pen with a flourish and waved over the writing to dry the ink. He purposely kept an elbow in the way of Leon’s view.

“Oh, just future Christmas cards.” He said distractedly. Leon jostled him. “Kidding! Kidding, this is the one for our lives before we met. Baby pictures, polaroids from birthdays, top secret family recipes that certain señoras have threatened you to keep under pain of-“ He broke off cackling as Leon tickled him.

“Oh yeah? And where are we gonna get these pictures, Luis?”

Leon did not like the grin his beloved shot him over one shoulder.

-*-

A/N

Listen the longer I write this man the better I hone in on his pet names. I hold Luis' has got 3 he uses depending on the situation. Apparently 'my life' is one of them which I think is just 🤌 considering how they saved each others' lives in this timeline.

Everything will be crossposted to ao3 at the end of prideweek, and give wisecrackingeric-2 all the love for putting this whole event on!

[look-at-the-soul]

Look at the soul- Tacos Night for the birthday girl

Series master list

🥳🎂 Happy birthday Flor @raincoffeeandfandoms !!! Wishing you all the best! As part of your celebration I decided to make this part of a special short edition for my series LATS with my OC, Marianne… so what a better way to celebrate than a tacos night out? 🥰🥳✨♥️

“I’m going to skip our Taco Thursday Night.” Lee announced as soon as she walked into Marianne’s dressing room, like always she was either reading the script, doing homework or working.

“Nooo, why?”

“Because a friend is celebrating her birthday today and she’s by herself, I don’t want her to be alone.”

“No, of course not…” She wouldn’t want to be on her own on a date like that. “Why don’t you invite her over? If she doesn’t mind of course, I don’t think Heidi would object either.”

Lee chuckled. “Object? Who are you? Cillian, you two spend so much time together that you’re even starting to speak the same.”

“Hey remember my brain thinks in English and Spanish at the same time.” Marianne answered to Lee’s teasing.

“Speaking of Spanish, let me text Flor… you know what would be good? Maybe we should invite a couple of male friends, it’s time you get someone.”

“No. Why?” Marianne shook her head.

Lee took the chair in front of the big mirror to apply some blush on her cheeks. “There’s nothing wrong in that, maybe you meet someone special here. I really don’t understand why you didn’t like Rowan, he’s a cool guy.”

“You mentioned he likes to hunt, I’m against it… and he is younger than me anyways. No thanks.” Marianne caught her reflection in the mirror, deciding to add some blush as well.

“Being twenty eight it’s not a big deal.”

Again there was a shaking head. “I’ll pass.”

“Okay, how about Patrick? Works in IT and he loves the gym.” Lee had her hopes up, showing her a photo.

“I think he’s already in a relationship with the gym.” Marianne answered with a smile.

“You know what? You’re impossible, I tried to match you with Dylan and you said no because he’s a workaholic. I’m making a cast to find Mr. Perfect for Marianne.”

She giggled, surprised by her friend’s eagerness to match her with someone.

“Unless…” Lee’s eyes sparkled.

“Oh God I’m scared now.”

“Cillian is available and he’s handsome.”

“Lee…” Marianne added with a warning tone looking at the door, scared someone might hear.

Lee waved her hand, “he’s a widower remember? And he’s smart and a gentleman… and handsome.” She repeated, making Marianne blush.

“From all of the people…”

“Oh, stop it he’s the best candidate for you.”

“He lost his wife, he’s mourning.” Marianne crossed her arms.

“And that’s what makes him perfect, there’s no toxic ex wife to deal with.” Lee added with a smirk.

Marianne gave her a shocked look.

“Don’t look at me like that, she can’t come and hunt you down,” Lee raised her hand, “you already know me, I’m the bad influence from the two of us.”

First, Marianne gasped at the bold comment but she was used now to Lee’s funny and dark sense of humor. Mortified, Marianne played with her hair. “He’d nn-ever look at me as a woman.”

“How can you be so sure? Maybe if you flirt a litt-”

A knock on the door interrupted their talk, as the door opened, Cillian’s face appeared smiling.

Marianne gave him a nervous smile, pretending to focus on Lee’s hair.

“Hey there! Come in.” Lee invited him, then looking at her friend, she winked. “Could you do me a French braid?”

“I thought you were gone.” Cillian joined them, taking the couch, completely oblivious of their previous chat.

“No, she was waiting for you.” Lee replied him, feeling Marianne pull slightly at her hair as a pleading to stop.

“Sorry, there was a knot.” Marianne lied, stealing a quick glance in Cillian’s direction.

“Have you decided yet on the proposal?” Cillian asked casually.

Turning the chair around, Lee looked at him with a wide smile, asking to know about it.

“Asked her to appear in a music video I’m filming next week.”

“Of course! She says yes!” Lee answered excited.

Cillian laughed and looked at Marianne. “What happened with your tests?”

She cleared her throat, feeling her head spinning and heart hammering.

“Scheduled in two more weeks.”

“So, do you want to do it? I can talk to Enda about the rehearsals.” Cillian promised leaning forwards, showing interest.

“I guess so.” Marianne could only think of him like a widower now.

“Awesome, I’ll tell you more about this idea in the next couple of days.”

Excited, Lee did a little clap. “Fabulous!” Then as Cillian was walking towards the door, she decided to take a little risk. “Cillian? We’re having a little girls night out, but I can’t decide on what color to wear. This?” She showed him a lipstick and then pointed at Marianne. “Or that?”

Unconsciously, his eyes landed on Marianne’s lips. “That.”

“I can’t believe you did that!” Marianne hissed.

Lee looked at her innocently. “I only asked him a question.”

Marianne was mortified opening the door to walk out.

“Lee please, for the love of whatever you want the most… you can’t say this to anyone!” She felt trapped. What would the rest of the cast think?

What would Cillian think?

She was working in this play, had to remain professional. Lee promised to not mention anything.

Finding Heidi already waiting by the exit, the three of them were ready to go to Marianne’s flat.

“No traffic tonight!” Heidi stated over the music of her car.

“We got lucky to find the shop open.” Lee added talking about the cake and moving carefully holding it in her hands.

Marianne rushed to open the umbrella and door for her, she was now used to the Irish rain; the sky would pour down for ten minutes, then it’d stop out of nowhere. “I’ve always loved the smell of rain, but here it’s completely different. Did you send Flor the address?”

“Ya, she’s on her way.”

As they rushed inside, Marianne left the umbrella by the door and passed around the slippers she had for them, she found them on a store and each had the H and L embroidered.

“What do we do?” Heidi asked after cleaning her hands.

“The margaritas please, all the bottles are on the counter.” Marianne asked taking one more glass out for Flor, just as there was a knock.

“That’s the birthday girl!” Lee announced rushing towards the door. Wrapping her friend in a tight hug, she then proceeded to do the introductions. “This is Heidi and this is Marianne, we’re working in a play. Ladies, my friend Flor.”

“Hello.” She replied with a shy smile. “Thank you for having me last minute.”

“Happy birthday!” Marianne gave her a hug too. “Where are you from?”

“Welcome, I’m Heidi and happy birthday!”

“Thanks! It’s so nice to meet you, I’m from Argentina. Lee tol-”

Then, out of the blue, Marianne started speaking and Spanish and Flor replied learning she was Mexican, leaving Heidi and Lee without understanding a single word they were saying.

“Hey, we need a translator over here.” Lee requested over their excitement.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away, it’s not so common to find another Latin girl around.” Marianne explained giving Flor another hug.

“So you understand the excitement over our tacos night?” Heidi laughed.

“I’ll get the tortillas ready.” Marianne announced. “Make yourself at home.”

“Oh! We got you a cake!” Lee told Flor, guiding her towards the kitchen.

“I put the dip and the chips on the bowl.” Heidi added, taking the lemons to cut them.

“That’s the best dip-fucking-ever.” Lee praised, taking a bunch in her hand.

Marianne chuckled. “I’ll just add the guacamole and sauce in there.”

“Guys thank you so much! I wasn’t expecting to do anything today and without knowing me you’re giving me the best birthday ever.” Flor shared, feeling grateful for the last minute celebration. “Lee told me about your tacos night and I wanted to taste them so bad.”

“Wait until you taste the margarita.” Heidi added raising her hands.

“Alright tacos are almost done, guess we can start with a toast?” Marianne looked at the group, excited to see how the night would unfold.

Heidi passed each a glass.

“To Flor!” Lee wrapped an arm around her friend.

“To Flor!” Cheered Heidi and Marianne, wishing the birthday girl the best day and for her dreams to come true.

“So tell me about they play where you guys are working on.”

“It’s an amazing project!” Answered Heidi, passing Flor her plate.

Lee pointed at Marianne. “She’s the leading role, but you have to come to the theater sometime to see it.”

“The entire cast, music, script… everything is incredible.” Praised Marianne when it was her turn.

They took a moment to say a small thank you as Marianne requested for the opportunity to share that moment with Flor on her birthday and then they all laughed and chatted non stop, enjoyed the amazing food and later got to sing the happy birthday to Flor over the cake time.

“Okay I bought this vintage camera the other day so let’s try it out.” She showed them the vintage Polaroid camera.

After asking the group to get get together she adjusted the settings and snapped a photo, getting a candid shot of them.

Marianne walked back to have another margarita, feeling like she definitely needed a night like this so much. With the amount of work she had and the play around the corner, she was extra grateful for these moments with amazing people.

As they waited for the photo to develop they danced to the music and finished the chips with dip, having an absolute blast and celebrating Flor’s birthday.

***

A/N: I got this done pretty quickly, but apart of the birthday celebration I wanted to add something that it’s finally starting something from now on. Fasten your seatbelts! 🥰✨

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[nekoannie-chan]

A good plan

Title: A good plan.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 365 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: G3 “Good plan gone terrible right”.

Summary: Steve followed a plan different than the rest of the team

Warnings/Tags: Slightly angst, disobedience, mission.

A/N: This is my entry to @allcapsbingo AC1078.

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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Steve and you had stayed up all night reading all the information they had been given for the mission; you wanted to have a good plan since the last missions had been a complete disaster, and some of the Strike members (better said, Jack) used to be somewhat insubordinate to Steve's ideas.

"It's a bit risky," you said when they finished making the plan.

"But you have to admit it's a pretty good plan," Steve replied.

"I'm not denying it; we're going to piss a lot of people off." But how are we going to explain it?

"That's the other plan; only the two of us will know."

You watched in disbelief; Steve Rogers was going against the rules, which the whole team was supposed to know.

Steve took your hand; they both knew what they were supposed to do. They pretended to listen to Rumlow's instructions in the Quinjet that would take them to the place, but at the end of the day, they would not do what he told them.

"Are you ready?" Steve asked you in a whisper, and you nodded.

When they arrived at the place, instead of going in the direction Rumlow had told them to go, they went according to the plan Steve had told you, ignoring the rest of the team that had called them.

They followed their own plan; apparently, the others had resigned themselves to being ignored. As soon as Steve reached the target, he gave it to you to keep, and they immediately communicated with the rest of the team, who still couldn't find what they were looking for.

As soon as they got together, a big discussion started. They had never seen Jack so angry. Steve was trying not to laugh, but finally, he interrupted the other man.

"We got our objective, didn't we? There's no problem, then, let's go back, and that's it, "Steve said with an authoritative tone.

"I think you've got to put the teams in order, Stevie," you told him as they left Fury's office.

Steve smiled.  "Do you want a slice of cake?"

"Sure, let's go to that coffee shop you told me about the other day."

[beemovieerotica]

Would you pretty please talk some more about particles in Guaraní?

Oh yeah!! I love learning Guaraní it's so cool.

So yeah I explained +pe added to the end of a word denoting a destination (just like +e in japanese!) and then +ha before that if the destination is not a static, named place (like "graduation party" versus "Asunción") giving you a phrase like oho fiestahape [they're going to the party]!

The question particles are +pa and +piko (the latter having greater emphasis, sometimes used like "HUH?"), and these can be added onto just about anything, transforming all that precedes it into a question.

This is really cool because that's how you get all your "question nouns":

mba'é [thing] -> mba'épa [what]

mava [someone] -> mavapa [who]

moõ [place] -> moõpa [where]

(if the context is clear enough though and you're making a one word question/exclamation, the particle will be dropped and you can just be like, "mba'é??")

The particle +icha ("ch" is pronounced like English "sh") means "like this thing." So cheicha ["me" + that particle] means "like me," ndeicha is "like you."

This is also how you build the classic Guaraní greeting, mba'éichapa, [mba'é + icha + pa] which literally means, "What's it like?" Awesome!!!

Guaraní is super intuitive and has a ton of other particles that make for very quick sentence building, and I'll try to run through other important ones.

The particle +gua means "from," so the word moõguapa [place + from + question] is the complete phrase, "Where is it from?"

+guara denotes purpose or intent. So you could hand me a postcard, and I can ask, mavapeguarapa? [person + destination + purpose + question] -> "Who is this for?"

+ve is used for comparisons to denote "more." So iporãve [it + good + more] -> "It's better."

+hegui invokes the object being compared to. So, cheporãve ndehegui [me + pretty + more, you + comparison] -> "I'm prettier than you." (hegui, like guara, is a combination of two smaller particles but I'm not getting into it)

+rõ is the conditional particle, like "if something happens." The Guaraní word for "tomorrow" is ko'erõ whose literal translation is either "if [another] morning," or if you're feeling macabre, "if [I] wake up."

+guasu means big, giving us the word Iguazu [water + big], the name for the region in the Amazon where the biggest waterfalls in the world are.

+i means small. Mbarakaja'i [cat + small] -> kitten or a dinky cat.

(the word for chicken is ryguasu [bird + big]. So if you wanted to talk about a baby chick, it would be ryguasu'i [bird + big + small].

+kuera denotes plural. Ha'ekuera [3rd person singular + plural] -> they/them

+te is a fun emphasis particle. Iporaite [it + good + emphasis] is an enthusiastic response to mba'éichapa?

(and of course you can make this a question. Iporaitepiko? [it + good + emphasis + question] -> "This slaps, yeah??"

Verb tenses are also formed via particles making for very easy conjugations. +ma is something that has already happened, +ta is future. If you want to say that something is imminent, like "I'm literally leaving right now!" you'd say ahatama! [I go + future + already]

I desperately need to review my Guaraní, but yeah I hope this is a cool intro to the language and maybe you'd be interested in diving into more of it!! It is on Duolingo but only for Spanish speakers currently, so if you know Spanish then you can hop right in.

[linguistics-and-such]

Every linguist and their grandmother knows about the "thou"-"thee"-"ye"-"you" situation.

(In older English, "thou" was used as the singular subject, "thee" was used as the singular object, "ye" was used as the plural/formal singular subject, and "you" was used as the plural/formal singular object. Eventually, though, "thou", "thee", and "ye" faded into obscurity, and "you" became acceptable to use in the subject, object, singular, and plural.)

For centuries, people have been trying to find a solution to a certain linguistic gap in English. That is, there is no singular 3rd-person pronoun for referring to people animately and unambiguously. "It" is inanimate and can thus be perceived as dehumanising, and "they" can be confusing because it can be both singular and plural. (No hate to people who go by "it" or "they" - I'm just pointing out the linguistic issues with them.)

Since at least the 1800's, various educated people (linguists, lawyers, doctors, teachers, etc.) have been trying to find a solution to this linguistic gap by attempting to implement neologistic pronouns (they're now commonly known as "neopronouns" but, back then, they were usually called "epicene pronouns").

The attempt to introduce a new pronoun into the English language actually had a lot to do with early feminist movements. Historically, many people viewed a statement like "Everyone has to choose his own poison" as sexist (it is), and they viewed a statement like "Everyone has to choose their own poison" as grammatically incorrect (it isn't).

Neopronouns are making some headway in the English language (as well as in other languages, like French and Spanish) since the advancement of trans and non-binary discussions. But progress is slow in English, likely due to the fact that pronouns are considered a closed class of words in that language, as well as general social pushback towards trans and non-binary people. I have no doubt that at least one set of neopronouns will pass into common usage eventually, though I have no idea how long that will take.

In the meantime, I was made aware of a very interesting compromise from the podcast, Ling Thusiasm (episode 02, I believe: "Pronouns. Little words, big jobs"). The podcasters talked about the "thou"-"thee"-ye"-"you" situation I mentioned at the start of this post.

The podcasters said that, because "you" is now ambiguous, many makeshift plurals for it have been invented over the years, many of which are now words in their own rights. The most common ones I've come across are "youse" (possessive: "youse's") and "y'all" (possessive: "y'all's"). I'm from Australia (mate), and I constantly run into "youse" and "youse's." I also have friends from the USA, and many of them make liberal use of "y'all" and "y'all's". I've also seen/heard of "you'uns" (from "you" and "ones"), "yuys" (from "you" and "guys"), and "yinz" (not sure what that's from).

The podcasters suggested coming up with makeshift plurals of "they" in the same way, so "they" could be (mostly) singular, like "you" is now. This interested me because some of my linguist friends and I have previously come up with this exact idea.

So, this would be things like "theyse" (or "themse", though I think "theyse" is easier to pronounce), "th'all", "they'uns" (or "them'uns", which I think rolls off the tongue a bit better), "thuys", "thinz", etc.

We already have sort of a workaround for the ambiguity of "they", and that's popping in words like "both" and "all" to specify when we're talking about more than one person. For example, if I were talking about my non-binary friend who goes by "they", and I were talking about them giving cookies to three other people, I'd say something like "They gave them all cookies." If my non-binary friend were the one receiving the cookies from the other three, I'd say something like "They all gave them cookies."

But I think it would be cool to have an "official" plural or two of "they", since "you" has so many already. Plus, it'd be quicker to say "Th'all gave them cookies" or "Theyse gave them cookies" than "They all gave them cookies." Yes, pronouns are closed class in English, but that doesn't mean that members of that group can never change or come about. It just means that it's more difficult to change or invent members of that group than, say, a noun or a verb.