#|| LISTEN. LISTEN TO MME.

[rangespacer]

#✩ you see the hat?! i am mrs. nesbitt! ( crack ) #✩ tucks this into the attic! ( save ) #|| LISTEN. LISTEN TO MME. #|| I AM AT THE SHREK DINNER TABLE.

[melit0n]

My Roman Empire is all the characters who are never in any of the adaptations of The Phantom Of The Opera (I love you The Persian, Comte Philipe de chagny, Sorelli and little Jammes)

#also M. Rémy #and Professor and Mme Valerius #all key characters completely disregarded #main reason why the 1926 movie is my favourite is because they actually included The Persian as a character and had him lead Raoul down #instead of Mme Giry like very other adaptation seems to do #justice for my lads #as much as I love ALW's musical I'll always have at him for not adding The Persian when he was a KEY CHARACTER #SAME WITH MME VALERIUS #SHES THE WHOLE REASON CHRISTINE EVEN LISTENS TO ERIK AND THINKS HES AN ANGEL #apologies #phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #tpoto #musicals #gaston leroux #andrew lloyd webber #edit: The Rat Catcher gets an honourable mention!

[verdiesque]

i don't remember if i've posted this before but rossi-lemeni named the biggest coward of the opera world fr

#mme tebaldi i would listen to you talk about your digestive tract #in fact i get her. deeply.

[c10v3r]

THEYRE STUCK THERE UNTIL SHES DONE

they get up and shes like "i did not give you permission to do that. >:(" and immediately tries to tackle them again she will NOT let you go until she says you can -💫

image of pb accepting their fate (truely horrific)

#BYEGSHEHAHS #you think. maybe #and this is just a funny thought #that she also does this when pb isnt taking care of themselves. #listen to me. LUSTEN TO MME #I AM SO ILL ABOUT THEM #HELP M #ii lightbulb #ii paintbrush #lightbrush

[reikunrei]

bro just for shits i was like lemme check out this stranger con thing i saw noah tweet out bc it’s like a 45 minute drive from my house maybe it’ll be a fun weekend excursion. and that shit is so expensive. oh my god. like i get that these fuckers are like Big Celebs but oh my god. $100 for an autograph?? ON TOP of the general admission fee??? bye omg

#i say things #maybe if i like. actually cared about celebs i would do it but like #naw bro LOL that is so crazy #like no shade to ppl who do spend the money and do wanna meet these people #like i love that people look up to these folks like that or admire their work or w/e #but every time i think about like. what would i say if i met this person i really like #i just totally draw a complete and utter blank #like 'hey ur good at ur job' is all i can think of ghfsdjkg #the ONLY person i've ever been like 'i have this thing i wanna say to them' about is #mamo miyano. bc his music just makes mme so stupid happy #like if i ever went to a concert and he did like a meet and greet or w/e #i might pay the extra X amount of money just to be like #'literally your music makes me so happy. if im ever sad or pissed off #all i have to do is listen to your music and i have an instant smile on my face' #but he is the Only Man who i will ever be able to come up with other words for #i guess if i paid the $150 or w/e to meet noah #it would be like 'hey congrats on coming out im super happy for you #i cant even imagine what it's like being as in the spotlight as you are #in a time where queer people are being more and more hated by govts at large #and deciding that you wanted to be open about that part of yourself. welcome to the club' #but like. am i gonna pay that much money to do that. no #ANYWAY ramble over i was just. so blown away by how expensive it was LOL #like i get it but at the same time. holy shit

[actualtoad]

i have a bad stomachache again today

#…anxiety? #it doesn’t really feel like my period anymore it feels like im just scared #being mentally ill feels so stupid especially when there’s so many layers like this because it’s like #idk. when i get just regular anxious i always feel like. man. of all the things my brain could be worrying about #like i could be having a bpd spiral right now and the most interesting thing my mind wants to do is give me an unexplained stomachache???? #i’ve been fully tangled in delusions multiple times this week and my brain is like. hey have a tummyache?? #and it’s like. i don’t count it as real mental illness but dang if it’s not contributing to my bad mental health. so i should shut up #and deal with the fact that some of my brain problems are harder to reckon with than others #it’s probably silly and strange that i feel like delusions are more reasonable than regular dread but like. this just feels so dumb #okay so um #nothing to do first hour. second hour work on project. third hour sew my jacket. fourth hour movie worksheet. fifth hour movie worksheet #and i have three and a half cards to give. one of them i’ll give today #the thing is im literally giving my chem teacher a two page letter about how awesome he is but im still nervous about him #like there’s a lot of things to be thankful for but im still just a little off put by him being so friendly? #and so i kind of just feel weird giving him a card. idk. but i don’t want to not recognize how helpful and understanding he’s been so i will #the other cards are less of anything it’s just around three sentences per teacher of: listen i know i don’t turn in enough assignments but #i think you’re rad. love how you do [a] and [b] in your class #mme peterson’s is going to be a little longer and also en français but otherwise still a little boring #but mr hidaka’s is two pages long thanks him for everything says there’s no way it’s a full goodbye and that he makes me feel safe #which is true when im around him just not when i get home and THINK about him and so idk. but idk. he’s a nice guy. whatever #im giving him his card today the other people are getting theirs on the last day. but also his isn’t really a card it’s more of a letter #they’re all letters actually. just some of them are very short letters. but none of them are really cards #anyway i have to do my dumb PROJECTS and not fail my CLASSES and there’s not that much left but it still feels like so much #also i had to fall asleep last night with the fake sounds of a fireplace to drown out screaming parents. so. not doing the best at home #but. i should start getting ready for school. im just kind of here #me. my post. mine. #delete later

[coffeeflavored-tears]

french is a fucking LANGUAGE jesus christ

#looked at the translated version of mr/mme and first wtf there’s so much there to go through #second it’s a good fucking song listen to it #my post

[ask-mightillustrator]

i just realized

no one recognizes me this year

I DID IT

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

#listen i told mme bustier about my new name and pronouns #but i think i forgot to come out to the class? #like #whoops #anyway im totally cis don’t worry about it #(that’s sarcasm) #another life with parisian superheroes #alwps #alwps: 22 #i feel like i need to use tone indicators #i’m too sarcastic

[artzychic27]

Here’s more Favoritism AU stuff

The police have received many anonymous calls telling them that Marc has drugs in his locker at DuPont. An hour of searching later, they haven’t found anything, but due to his record caused by you-know-who, they usually come running any time his name is mentioned

It’s given Marc a reputation as a “badass criminal,” which is not what Marinette intended, but at least people think he’s capable of committing crimes

Nathaniel, Lila, Chloé, and Félix are trying to figure out which gym Marc does to so they can watch him work out

Nathaniel: *Staring at a map* Okay! I think I’ve narrowed it down! He’s at the one near the pool hall!

Félix: Ah, of course! It’s the one furthest away from the wretched shrew’s bakery!

Chloé: We’re so stupid! It makes perfect sense! It opens in ten minutes!

Lila: Let’s go see dem biceps!

Little do they know, he’s joined an underground fight club as an outlet for his anger

Marc barely flinches anymore when Marinette insults him. He honestly stopped caring about what she had to say when he was eight

Now he just listens to death metal on his AirPods whenever she talks

He actually threw a printer at Mme. Bustier after she compared him to his cousin. She dodged, unfortunately

Marc REFUSES to leave Kiran alone with Marinette for even a second, and he most certainly is not letting him play with any of the kids she babysits. Lord knows what poison she’s been feeding them

Carrie Powers AU ⬇️

Discovered his powers when he was seven and a rock nearly hit Marinette

Marc does arson with his mind. There’s no evidence so no one can convince him

Lila’s the only one who knows about his telekinesis and being her chaotic neutral self, she convinces him to cause a little chaos around DuPont

So far he’s tripped Damocles, kept the lockers of Marinette’s lackeys permanently locked, tore up Marinette’s homework, and ruined Marinette’s outfits with paint

Lila: See? I told you revenge could be fun.

Marc: Okay, I stood corrected.

Lila: Yeah, you did. Now let’s flush some phones!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marc anciel #Lila Rossi #favoritism au #Marinette bashing #Marinette salt #mlb au #chaotic besties

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Pomegranate Seeds

Chapter 1 - AO3

A/N: After this chapter, this story will be posted exclusively on AO3.

The glares of his new classmates burned Felix as he exchanged pleasantries with Mme. Bustier.

If there was any doubt Adrien had already explained the… situation he caused with his impersonation, it faded under the strength of their looks. It was only two weeks after the anniversary of his aunt’s disappearance after all; no doubt the wounds he caused trying to defame Adrien were still fresh.

Particularly the wounds of the three girls who ended up getting akumatized because of his actions. He’d have to avoid them in the future in case they wanted revenge on him.

Mme. Bustier instructed Felix to sit in the back next to the black-haired girl who had confessed to Adrien in her video. It was both good and bad: good, because it kept him out of eye-sight from most of his classmates, bad because there was little doubt in his mind that the black-haired girl would try to get revenge for his cousin.

Typical Adrien, always ready to let others do his dirty work for him.

Felix nimbly dodged a kick from Lady Wifi on his way up. He’d researched his class before insisting to his mother that he should attend school in Paris, specifically in his cousin’s school with his cousin’s class. He’d found Lady Wifi’s blog—he didn’t care enough to remember her real name—early in his research, but it was only useful about discussing her classmates’ akumatizations. The rest was trashy articles about the Parisian heroes love lives.

And the false exploits of another one of his classmates, but that was blackmail for another time.

Meeting the weight of Lady Wifi’s glare with a glower of his own, he smirked when she flinched away from him. Amateur. Was she even trying to be intimidating? Felix was a cold-blooded blue-blood; he’d stared down the most intimidating members of the fashion and movie industry and held his own. One teenage girl was nothing compared to famous photographers, directors who thought they could order him like an intern, Audrey Bourgeois, or his uncle.

He slid into his seat by the black-haired girl. From the back, he could look out over the rest of the class. He had full view over everything: the cutesy posters on the walls, the top of Bustier’s desk, his classmates whispering and passing notes. All was visible under his eye. The windows behind him were good too, reflecting all the light the room needed onto his desk and back, keeping him warm despite the winter weather.

He watched the others calm slightly once he left their immediate sight, turning their attention back to the liar he’d learned about last night. Bafflingly, they listened with rapt attention to her story about convincing some prince to forgive convicted criminals. She spared an obvious look behind her, locking eyes with him, as she mentioned that everyone deserves a second chance.

How despicable of her, using his own unpopularity to make herself look better.

He was almost impressed.

Almost.

He glared at her and she gasped, folding in on herself so everyone else would take pity and comfort her. Her acting wasn’t even that good; she couldn’t cry on command and her shoulders shook, not like repressed sobs, but like she was violently shrugging. He directed children who were better actors.

But despite the girl’s bad acting, her seatmate rushed to comfort her, rubbing her hand over her back and murmuring in her ear. Their surrounding classmates, excluding Adrien who did his best to ignore Felix, glared back at him.

He couldn’t help himself. He smirked.

“Excuse me.”

At the stern words, Felix turned his attention to a new problem: the black-haired girl. Out of the entire medley of videos Adrien had received on the anniversary of Aunt Emilie’s disappearance (a month after his father’s death, for which he’d received no word from Adrien, not even a text of condolence—), her video had memorable. She’d confessed her love to Adrien, sappy and heartfelt and so genuine that he couldn’t help but pity her. Adrien wasn’t a good person to fall in love with; he was more likely to string her along to ‘keep the peace’ than reject her outright.

But that was then, and this was now. And now, she was an enemy with close access to both his person and personal items. Who knew what she could do—

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she continued, a light tilt to her head. “I’m the class president, so feel free to ask if you need something. However, I must ask you not to start anything with the rest of the class.”

He sneered. “I assure you, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng—I am not here to start anything. That won’t stop me from finishing it though.”

“That’s fine,” she agreed. Felix blinked in surprise. “Self-defense is self-defense. But I would make sure you have evidence that you weren’t the one in the wrong. Certain members of staff tend to victim blame.” Her eyes flicked to the front of the class, where Mme. Bustier was trying to bring the class to order.

“That’s absurd.”

“That’s reality. I just thought you ought to be warned, considering how everyone already hates you.”

“Oh? You noticed that, didn’t you?” Voice dripping with sarcasm and a curled lip, Felix looked down at her. “And you’re different, right? You’re willing to be on my side, defend me from your bad classmates, comfort me when your friends bully me?” He scoffed. “Save it.”

She sighed. “Think whatever you like, but I’m not trying to use you. I’m not a liar. Besides, I doubt they consider me their friend anymore. If they harass you, then they’ll harass me too.”

He studied her for a moment. She looked tired: dark bruises hung under her blue eyes and little strands of hair stuck out of her pigtails, like she hadn’t bothered to properly dress her hair. “…You’re not in the back out of choice, are you?” He already knew the answer.

“That’s right.”

“You said that you’re not a liar. You were referring to the Volpina girl?”

Her eyes widened. “Her name’s Lila Rossi. You know she’s a liar?”

Felix rolled his eyes, promptly forgetting the name before it stuck. He didn’t want to remember anyone. “I can do basic research, yes.”

“You shouldn’t bring it up to the others then.”

“What? You don’t think they deserve to know—”

He watched warily as her frame trembled and her fists clenched. “Of course they deserve to know; they just won’t listen! They’re so trapped in the lie that Lila’s an amazing person who needs their help and that she’ll help them fulfill their dreams that they can’t listen to reason.” She calmed herself down, breathing deeply. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten angry. But they hate me because I tried to tell them the truth. Don’t give them another reason to hate you.”

He scoffed. “And I’m supposed to assume you don’t hate me? I saw your little video, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng. I know how you feel about my cousin. And I was the one who tried to ruin his reputation.” So show your true colors, went unsaid.

“I don’t hate you, M. Graham de Vanily.” He scoffed again. “I don’t! I’m angry at you, yes, but… I would like to give you a chance. I don’t know the circumstances that led to your… behavior two weeks ago, but regardless, I’m willing to give you a chance at friendship… provided that you don’t do something so cruel again.” She looked away, her cheeks ruddy. “If you want.”

His eyes narrowed. Pretty words from a pretty girl, but did she mean them? “Do you always forgive so easily?”

“I try to.”

“That’s a good way to get stabbed in the back.”

She smiled, close-lipped and bitter. “That has been happening a lot lately. It’s alright though; I’m willing to risk another stab wound.”

He hadn’t expected that. What on earth had been happening in Adrien’s class? They seemed close before, from what he saw online and through their videos, but to isolate and hurt one girl to the point that she’d be willing to risk friendship with him out of all people…

Before he could think of a response, Mme. Bustier finally called the class to order as they started their lesson for the day.

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#fictag PS #felinette #felix graham de vanily #marinette dupain cheng #hey little songbird #mlb #miraculous fanfic #lila salt #adrien salt #ml salt fic

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

tomarrymort Phantom of the Opera AU snippet~

It’s another night of Harry sneaking out to practise on the stage, illuminated by the oil lamp he’d begged off of Mme Weasley ages ago and kept filled with his meagre stipend. He’s already sweating despite the chill in the unoccupied theatre, going through repetition after repetition of the basics, ingraining them into his muscles and memory. And suddenly, a simple piano tune starts to play in time with his rhythm.  He starts, spinning around to see who’s caught him but finding no one there – yet the piano keeps playing. The hair on his arms raises as he wonders whether those rumours of an opera ghost weren’t bunk after all. “Continue,” commands a cold, beautiful voice as the music stops abruptly.  Harry is tempted to run back to his bed with the other petits rats; he’s tempted to tell the voice not to order him about. But he wants to dance, and there’s something furtively exciting about performing for an unseen audience focused entirely on him. So, he continues with his pattern for a couple more repetitions, biting back a giddy grin when the music begins again. As he listens to the song again and again, he can feel the steps start to take form in his mind, and he lets his feet guide him across the stage. He almost loses his footing when the playing seems to hesitate for a beat, but then it springs back to life and starts growing and changing, as though it’s challenging him. Harry loses himself in the music, allowing his body to move as it will without conscious direction, subsumed by the notes and tension and emotion he feels channelling through him from the pianist. [...] “You’re Ginny’s angel,” he calls into the darkness. The reply is dryly amused. “Is that what she calls me?”

#Phantom of the Opera AU #tomarrymort #harry is a dancer

[lafcadiosadventures]

Hi @l832 !! thanks for the tag 💗💗!

Last song I listened to: Till the End, motorhead

Currently reading: mme putiphar, started Gaspard de la Nuit since Cam recced it, it’s ideal if for whatever reason you cannot handle a long book, (and very good in its own merits). i really like the narrative frame of stories written by the devil + the grotesquerie, the portrayal of the brutality of aristocrats (still not over messire jean), the division of the arts in either a callot or a rembrandt cosmovision (which i find pretty funny bc lots of ppl would class both of them as grotesques) and learning that there is a black virgin statue in dijon, when I associated black religious images with the latin american baroque era.

Last watched: a screening of Los delincuentes. Really unique philosophical slowburn heist comedy, and one of last year’s best. I am gonna mention that the soundtrack features one of my fave ever pieces by piazzolla (not one of his better know pieces so it was a wonderful surprise) and it was great to listen to that in cinema quality audio.

Currently obsessed with: pinnipeds, hands of glory, overcoming drawing challenges, ancient musical instruments, gerard de nerval, inca skull surgery.

Tagging: whoever wants to do this+ @sainteverge @deadbirdlife @ginkovskij @counterwiddershins @squidsploitation @saltedpin

#tag games #thank youu also nice to read what you answered

[dolphin1812]

Fauchelevent is hilarious. 

While Hugo’s descriptions of him here are fused with his critiques of Catholicism/religion more broadly (stupidity as a “great merit in religion”), the irony is clear from his words to the nun. Stressing his infirmity, his “brother’s” age, and the chance that Cosette might become a nun all work to gain her confidence, suggesting that she’d merely be assuring the future of the convent rather than introducing another man into the environment. 

The fact that Fauchelevent knows everything about the convent but doesn’t take advantage of that (until now) is also a fascinating contrast with the gossips of the novel. Like him, they have a desire to know all about those around them. However, they both actively seek out that knowledge through their networks and are willing to weaponize it. In contrast, Fauchelevent absorbs knowledge passively (learning to filter out the sounds of bells to better listen to people, for instance), and this is the first time he’s used this to anyone’s advantage. Of course, Fauchelevent couldn’t really gossip in the way others in society could because of his isolation; the nuns have some fondness for him, as illustrated by his nickname, but it’s not appropriate for him to interact with them often. Consequently, he doesn’t have people to share his knowledge with or to use it on. Still, it’s notable that the first time we’re seeing this all-knowing social figure in a positive light is with an outsider. Women like Mme Victurnien were very much a part of their community, while Fauchelevent, as a man in a women’s convent, is on the edges of that community: he’s vital to it, but he’s also not central in it. That marginalization of sorts seems to change how this knowledge works in his grasp, making it an instrument to benefit other outsiders (Valjean and Cosette) rather than a tool to enforce existing hierarchies.

The contrast between Fauchelevent and Valjean is intriguing as well. I don’t want to go as far as to say that Valjean can’t be clever in social situations. That’s not true, as he handled Thénardier quite deftly. However, he stands out a lot more than Fauchelevent, with his awkwardness and anxiety (stemming from the trauma of imprisonment) making him seem off to others. Even as Madeleine, when he was in a respected position, his strange manners were a source of gossip in the town. Fauchelevent’s social skills are on another level. Perhaps he wouldn’t have the same ability to work around shady figures like M Thénardier, but he is able to put others at ease by seeming inconspicuous, and that, too, is a strength at times. It’s wonderful to see how that ties into his intelligence, with his invisibility serving as a chance to learn and as a way to appear non-threatening when making requests.

I also love the nuns. Mother Innocente’s last comments imply that she has a scheme of her own, and while the secrecy of the convent is an issue (how can there be democratic, communal decision-making without transparency?), it also makes for very entertaining drama. 

#les mis letters #lm 2.8.2 #fauchelevent #jean valjean #fauchelevent is so much fun #he has so much dramatic potential #without the tragedy of valjean's drama #or of javert's

[empirearchives]

Napoleon as the black angel and Tsar Alexander the white angel

This is in an excerpt about Madame de Krüdener, a religious mystic during the Napoleonic era, from the memoir of Leon Dembowski, Moje Wspomnienia, Volume 1. (Source)

A bit about her career:

“Her literary activity was followed by various writings and pamphlets about humanity, in which she plunged into mysticism and presented herself as a prophetess. From 1806 to 1814, despite poor health and exhausted strength, she began to walk through Russia, northern Germany, the Netherlands and France, gathering listeners around her, handing out money and pamphlets.”

Her teachings:

“The principles of her teaching, both repeated in writings and disseminated by living words, consisted in implementing the principles of the early Christian Church and abandoning battles and wars. Moreover, the abolition of the death penalty, the return of freedom to subjugated nationalities and the strict exercise of Christian mercy completed this philanthropic system.”

In which she finds her ideas to be at odds with greater geopolitical events and social currents of her time:

“These sublime and beautiful thoughts, which probably once prevailed in beliefs, had few supporters in the era of Mme de Krüdener’s activity. All Europe seemed to be one camp, and Napoleon, on the one hand, and English intrigues, on the other, were completely destroying it. Everyone was thinking about the marshal’s baton, principalities, subsidies that Napoleon lavished, and while some were longing for constant conquests, others were thinking about how to break Napoleon’s yoke. Therefore, her apostolate, which could only reach places where the French eagles had not reached, did not really reach her convictions. Seeing that the path of persuasion would not reach her goal, she began to prophesy and predict the fall of the black angel (Napoleon), who would be struck down by the white angel (Alexander).”

What’s interesting is that the duel between Britain and France is diagnosed as the source of Madame de Krüdener’s problems, so she turns to a third party (Russia) to be the savior.

Her influence over Tsar Alexander I:

“As a result, Alexander wanted to know her, and it must be admitted that this partly corresponded to his inclination towards mysterious things, because many similar examples can be cited in the life of this monarch. […] Throughout all these years, Mme de Krüdener constantly worked on Emperor Alexander, having established influence mainly over his mind, pushing him towards mysticism, religiosity and abandonment of liberal principles.”

The author makes note that Madame de Krüdener and Tsar Alexander died around the same time.

Bold letters by me.

Pages 180-182

#Madame de Krüdener #Krüdener #Barbara von Krüdener #Leon Dembowski #Dembowski #Moje Wspomnienia #napoleonic era #napoleonic #Napoleon #napoleon bonaparte #religious history #first french empire #French empire #Russia #russian history #french history #19th century #france #history #imperial Russia #tsar Alexander I #tsar Alexander

[homosexualjavert]

please listen to im your man by mitski amen

I think I may enjoy music—Or perhaps I just enjoy the music of Mme. Mitski, as I find her music very pleasant. Perhaps I should make a list of things that I enjoy, as Valjean has asked me to attempt to find some hobbies outside of working. I liked this song. It was “real.”

#les miserables #jean valjean #valvert #les mis #cosette #inspector javert #javert

[wyrm-with-a-why]

I’m gonna fucking cry my French teacher(well call her Mme S) is gonna leave in May because she’s pregnant and like I’m happy for her but one, I’m going to miss her so much and two, the person replacing her was literally the worst she hates my ass for some reason

So the person replacing Mme S is gonna call her Mrs MG. So Mrs MG was my French law teacher last year and she hated me. Not only was she just a shitty teacher but one she always yelled at me for not being able to read five pages and complete three giant questions in twelve minutes. The textbook writing is too small for me and hurts my head so I have to take it slow. Not to mention that class was at the end of the day so I was tired and overstimulated by her damn voice. I tried to explain to her that because the wording is so small I can’t read it as fast as she needs me to and I mix up the letters in small text but she never listened to me each time I had to explain that shit. Then, one time where I was trying to do some work I forgot a word and used google translate because I didn’t have a dictionary. I typed in a sentence to make sure the grammar made sense and she drug me out into the hallways and full scale yelled at me for five minutes. I started crying because that shit was humiliating and my head was sore. Then this bitch starts LAUGHING AT ME. Literally I fucking left for the rest of that period like I could’ve gained composure but she was laughing at me and I just wasn’t dealing with this shit

I couldn’t even drop out because the course was mandatory. Luckily for the end of the semester she left on maternity leave so this awesome substitute came in and I actually was able to learn from her teaching and passed.

Unfortunately now Mme S is leaving and Mrs MG is coming back. But it’s worse. Coming back in may-June. When my DELF test and final exams are. I want to scream. Not to mention(no offense to anyone with the English French accent) her French speaking is a bit clunky so it’s a bit hard for me to focus on what she’s trying to say. Mme S is French fully so I can understand, not to mention she explains things in her own words after reading her slide shows, unlike Mrs MG. Maybe I’m too sensitive and maybe I’m in the wrong but I’m just so frustrated. I don’t want to deal with her for my finals and delf

#tw vent #not transformers #personal rant #personal vent #if I am the bad guy please tell me #i’ll get over it #I hope