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daily-french-words · 3 months
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nébuleux : adj. obscurci par des nuages ou du brouillard.
- ex : Le ciel est nébuleux ce soir. - 3/10 - cloudy : covered with clouds - Can also be said of something that lacks clarity, especially in the literary world. - Borrowed from the Latin form nebulosus, lit. "where there is fog", "like a cloud" and "difficult to understand"
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poetrybyonur · 9 months
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Love doesn't always needs words. Let my kisses speak. Let my lips tell you how much I love you.
L'amour n'a pas toujours besoin de mots. Laisse parler mes baisers. Laisse mes lèvres te dire combien je t'aime.
Music: Les Moulins de Mon Cœur by Michel Legrand.
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enhalpy · 3 months
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— Psyché, Molière
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falldogbombsthemoon · 3 months
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Yk. I like to force people into listening my musik. So today in English class, I lent my earthling cd to a friend of mine. The substitute teacher saw that and dropped "J'aime david bowie" (I like david bowie) (idk why she said it in French, ig that's French teacher syndrome) and then she asked my friend, what her fav bowue song was. She said I'm afraid of Americans. So the teacher just played it on her phone.
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youngchesstheorist · 1 month
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Some people go to work/school and speak a language and then go back to their place and speak THE SAME LANGUAGE with their SO/parents/roommates and then they go online AND ITS THE SAME FUCKING LANGUAGE AGAIN like??? Don't you guys get bored???
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itwoodbeprefect · 3 months
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on a deep & fundamental level i don't think whoever decided to allow a maximum of four language settings on my phone's android keyboard understands me. why not five. why not six. why not..... ten
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troublesome-poet · 1 year
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"It is nineteenth century up to date with a vengeance."
Wow. Every time I read this specific moment of Dracula I'm always shook.
"It is nineteenth century up to date with a vengeance. And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere "modernity" cannot kill."
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paradoxi-kay · 13 days
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negotiation | visual prison, hyde/dimitri/ange
"Why exactly are you here?" Hyde asks.
Perpetually frozen on the threshold of adulthood, Ange doesn't look so very different than when he first arrived in Harajuku and upended the lives of every vampire he came across - present company most certainly included. But that little lost dhampir would never have met Hyde's eyes and answered his question with such confidence as Ange does now.
"I want to be hurt more than Guil enjoys hurting me."
On the sofa to Hyde's right, Dimitri leans in, elbows on his knees, his interest piqued. "A splendid answer. But tell us - just how does Guil enjoy hurting you?"
"To give us some idea of what you're used to," Hyde clarifies on his behalf. But Ange's already nodding his understanding.
"Just spanking, with his hands. Hard - but no toys or anything."
"You do understand," Hyde says, "that impact play can be a great deal more intense - and more painful - than spanking."
Ange nods again, without so much as a flicker of hesitation. He leans in towards them, subconsciously mirroring Dimitri's posture. "I do. I'm not... I don't know exactly where my limits are? But I'm not going to find out with Guil. And I'm curious."
Now that is a splendid answer, and one that arouses Hyde's curiosity as well. It's been a very long time since Hyde's played with someone as young and inexperienced as Ange, but then, it's been just as long since he's had someone with this much promise to play with...
Dimitri's laughter brings him back out of his thoughts. "I think you've caught Hyde's attention, little pup."
Hyde considers Ange for a moment - compares the performer he's come to know well with the boy sitting here now, eager and earnest, and by all indications more than up for a challenge. In this new, more intimate context, Dimitri's little pet name makes him flush, fingers curling around the edge of his seat as he tries not to squirm. Yes, he certainly has caught Hyde's attention. The question is, does he know what to do with it?
"Unless Guil has changed a great deal since we parted ways, I assume you take a more dominant role with him?" Ange's cheeks flush hotter, but he nods. "Does submission appeal to you at all?"
"Yeah. It does." He swallows hard - looks away for just a moment, collecting his thoughts. "I do like being in charge of Guil. But seeing how calm he gets, how... safe he feels, when he submits to me - I can definitely see the appeal. I think I'd like that a lot."
When Hyde glances to Dimitri, he finds Dimitri looking back, no doubt thinking the same thing; why don't we find out? Ange might not know just what he likes, yet, but he clearly knows what he's asking for, what he's getting himself into. Though really, that should come as no surprise; Guil never would have handed him over had he not been sure Ange could meet Dimitri and, especially, Hyde's high expectations.
"Would you like to play with us tonight?" Dimitri asks.
"Yes," Ange says.
"I intend to hurt you tonight," Hyde says. "More than Guil has hurt you. But while I may very well encounter your limits, I would take no pleasure in surpassing them. If anything either of us does to you is too much - if you want to stop for any reason at all, even momentarily - you need only say so. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
"What an obedient little puppy," Dimitri coos, and the way Ange shivers, suddenly unable to meet either of their eyes, suggests they'll have a very pleasant evening indeed.
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girlpetrarca · 9 months
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Mom speaks in a weird botched English that she mixes with Italian & dialect and no one understands her. I speak fairly decent English and yet here no one, no one understands me, and they all look at me like I'm a fucking madman for attempting to ask information about a camping site, like oh I'm sorry if we've been driving around for six hours and we haven't seen a shower in two days we just need a place for the night
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schmem14 · 11 months
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Lilies
@sapphicmicrofics​​​​​​
Pairing: Luna Lovegood/Lily Luna Potter Rating: M WC: 50
*****
“Paint me, please, Luna?” Lily asks.  Forbidden fruit.  That’s what she is, earth-brown eyes warm and irresistible. Luna frames the portrait in her mind, fingers itching for paintbrushes.  A bed of white lilies ensconcing the prettiest of them, splayed with only coppery strands to hide her nakedness.  “Alright,” she agrees. 
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waywithworse · 10 months
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Honestly I’m trying to learn at least a little portugese on duolingo because I think it would be cool to see what brazilian qsmp fans are saying without a translator... I’m already a little there because a decent amount of words carry over from spanish (highlight of today was translating a word from portugese to spanish easily but then having to remember what that word meant in english which was. harder than it should have been.) I don’t really have any hope in being able to watch streams just because I barely watch english streams as-is and carving out time to watch them in a different language just seems hard, but i figure if I can at least read it decently it would already be so cool!!
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daily-french-words · 3 months
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accalmie : nf. moment de calme temporaire après de l'agitation.
ex : Nous profitons de l'accalmie entre les deux batailles.
2/10
lull : a temporary interval of quiet or lack of activity.
Is often used in a sailing context, and would then refer to the calm between two big gusts of wind!
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frenchlitclub · 2 years
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blague
/Blahg/
(fem. "une/la" 🔹plural: blagues)
-> joke
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hentairobot · 3 months
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ok. ill give it up. being able to talk to nigh everyone you meet on xiv kinda rocks
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yuneu · 7 months
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im... realizing that i dont like english as a degree i just like linguistics and textual/literary analysis...
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nudeornaked · 7 months
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#i think this might be a coffee day for me#coffee or melissa. not sure#the book is 50 this year#the movie 36 this week (or so)#and i'm almost ready to wrap up the conference season#last week i: took care of a group of 60 people (in one bus) and managed feeding over 90. slept not much (which is not an achievement per se#but still important in context of all the daily stuff and evening parties#dealt with 2 annoying people (incl. 1 sexist) and we all made it#came up with an idea of solving (at least locally and on a small scale) an issue of gender inequality and how to deal with harassment#bc maybe students will be able to distribute it further#spent the week managing organising and saved one speaker's flight (and several people's commute)#deejayed (indirectly) and danced and sang. and touched a guitar after a year-long break. i missed playing it so much!#made several new connections and possibly friends#hm. and stopped two adult men from brawling (which was possible) and avoided additional fees. and saw off a group after 3h of sleep#saw a hare and a fox#walked and climbed and almost run#made mistakes and fixed them?#and managed with all these feelings of being overwhelmed#oh. and i muttered the few French words i still know#and while my anxiety is currently high (wow. it hadn't been for so long? or was i just numb?) and I'm tired#i kind of see the light and feel much more capable of dealing with shit#even though currently I'm panicking bc anxiety#but hey. i just need to buy a ticket for tomorrow's flight and I'm off#and it's like the smallest thing of it all#mighty me#now let's tackle the talk and deal with the day#...after i'll be a bit more alive than just slightly#okay organizing a seminar won't solve the issue but it could help at least a bit#and we need to do sth to make it better#caring too much.jpg
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