#italian langugage

[spitinsideme]

Can demon Ragatha and demon Pomni still talk in their demon forms?? Or can they only make animaly noises.

they can both speak ! but they usually dont because one, its a different langugage complelty (when in their demon forms theygo back to the language used in hell which is like .. old italian or soem shit .. i wanted it to be like italian because youknow catholic country or sowmthing and latin is BORING !!) and two, it kind of hurts their throat so it comes out way deeper and .. gravelly ? so its hard to understand unless its betwern two demons, so they usually do just not speak anf make animal like noises unless neeeded or they wnat to !

and !!!! demon pomni has much less knowledge of the language than demon ragatha, so she speajs in shorter sentences but mlre formally and slowly, whilst demon ragatha has mkre knowledge so she may sprinlle on some slang and speak much more quickly and informally, or soemthing like tjat ... just little fun facts

[sayitaliano]

HELLFIRE | BARNS COURTNEY

Cold as a valley Freddo come una valle Where I lay my head Dove appoggio la mia testa Cold as a woman Freddo come una donna On another man's bed Sul letto di un altro uomo

Down in the forest Nel mezzo della foresta With the devil in me Col diavolo dentro di me I remember the looks on their faces Mi ricordo gli sguardi sulle loro facce Through the sycamore trees Attraverso i platani

Ain't no chariots of fire Non ci sono carrozze di fuoco Come to take me home Venute (Vieni?) per portarmi a casa I'm lost in the woods Mi sono perso nella foresta And I wander alone E vago da solo

Hellfire, hellfire Fuoco infernale, fuoco infernale Take my soul Prendi la mia anima I'm waiting, waiting Sto aspettando, aspettando I'm ready to go Sono pronto ad andare

Mothers, children Madri, bambini Lock your doors Chiudete a chiave le vostre porte I'm waiting Sto aspettando I'm ready to go Sono pronto ad andare

Burn in an alleyway Brucio in un vicolo Through a dead end street Lungo una strada senza uscita Murdering promises that I just can't keep Uccidendo le promesse che non riesco a mantenere

We could sing pretty melodies Potremmo cantare delle melodie carine On the unmade bed Sul letto non rifatto Slow dancing to a silhouette Ballare lentamente (al ritmo di) una sagoma 'Cause I ain't dead yet Perché non sono ancora morto

Ain't no chariots of fire Non ci sono carrozze di fuoco Come to take me home Venute (Vieni?) per portarmi a casa I'm lost in the woods Mi sono perso nella foresta And I wander alone E vago da solo

Hellfire, hellfire Fuoco infernale, fuoco infernale Take my soul Prendi la mia anima I'm waiting, waiting Sto aspettando, aspettando I'm ready to go Sono pronto ad andare

Mothers, children Madri, bambini Lock your doors Chiudete a chiave le vostre porte I'm waiting Sto aspettando I'm ready to go Sono pronto ad andare

[anneingondola]

Italian by songs

So well, first something for fans of probably the hottest and the most famous italian band currently.

#1 Basic Italian , to understand ... YouKnowWhat (ufff scream in Maneskin )

“Zitti e Buoni “-Maneskin

“Buonasera signore e signori”

So well, first something for fans of probably the hottest and the most famous italian band currently.

Buonasera- good evening (some people also use ‘Sera  but better pay attention with who you use )

Signore – señoritas. , ladies :)

E- italian and , no complication.

Signori- señores. Well, who doesn’t know this word? To all Messrs, dear gentelmen out of here

[missdragoon]

Some Mercy facts

Some probable facts about Angela Ziegler you can use in fanfic

-She is swiss, native from the german speaking part of switzerland, which means she probably speak french or at least have learn it in school( All german speaking swiss kids learn french, and all french speaking kids learn german. For the italian and Romanche speaking one, it depend.)

As she is from the swiss german part, in fact, she speak 2 german langugage:

Great German(Hochdeutsch), the same languague spoken in germany and the one learned in school, and Swiss German ( Schwitzerdütsch or in “good” german  Schweizerdeutsch ), a Patois with many many variations, spoken in the biggest part of switzerland. Swiss german is only spoken, not written.

Here are some exemple of the difference between the 2:

Schwitzerdütsch - German- English translation

ds Zmorge - das Frühstück - The breakfast

ds Znacht - das Abendessen - The diner

öppis - etwas - something

es Gipfeli - ein Croissant/ ein Buttergipfel - a croissant (that’s a french word)

schaffe - arbeiten - to work

de Kolleg - der Freund - the friend

Has you can see it’s pretty different.

You can find some more traduction here:

https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suisse_allemand

It’s in french, but the english page hadn’t all the vocabulary. If you don’t speak french, just use google trad.

Mercy has proabaly also some italian notion, or she speak it too.

-Geneva is in the french speaking part of switzerland, just next France, across the banks of the european river the “rhône”, who get through the Leman lake (Only tourist and Geneva citizen say Geneva lake. It real name is Leman Lake).

Really international city, and a huge diplomatic scena.

-Cheese is something super important in switzerland. We have hundred of different cheese, and nobody know who between French and Swiss who have the most.

“Swiss cheese” is not a swiss cheese. Nobody know it here.

Gruyère hadn’t hole in switzerland, but had some in France. (It’s not the same cheese). If you want to write something silly about Amélie and Angela fighting for... But Gruyère is a region of switzerland, so the real one is the swiss one. ^^

- Wine are also a big thing here, but some are reputated to be pretty bad. Especially from Valais (Another region).

-Our political system (direct democraty where every law, every governemental descision is voted by the whole population) made really hard for a swiss to understand the whole “we have politician who decide everything for us”. That evreybody have is voice is something really important in switzerland.

-Swiss neutrality. It’s not “we don’t make war, we take no descision”, it’s more “We sell weapon to everybody, we keep the money of everybody:” Pretty hypocritical, i know, but we aren’t one of the main diplomatic place for nothing.

-We have a lot of great scientific research center (EPFL; EPFZ, CERN, and so on), maybe O’deorain isn’t a totally stranger of them.

-Lot of huge pharmaceutic industries come from swizerland or have their main center here. Lots of research, but also lots of financial and legal maneuvering.

Not sure Angela will caution that.

And that’s all for the moment.

If i’ve forgot something, said me!

Of course those information apply for other Swiss character (With some slight difference for people coming from the other languague speking region).

[reprisedpiece]

Merde

Pairing: Connor Murphy x WorldLanguageMajor!Reader

Warning: swear words (bc when do i not)

Request: “I would sell my soul to you for a WorldLanguageMajor!reader x Connor Murphy or Mike Faist”

Word Count: 2001

Note: im not sure how world language majors are in other countries but in here, we call it lingustics and yeah maybe it works different in the states? anyways, pls excuse my french. i had crappy french teachers back in high school so yeah. AND YES I WROTE A FLUFFY HAPPY CONNOR, PALS BC I WANT MY BOY TO BE HAPPY so i hope y’all like this one (+ as always, feedback and comments are appreciated)

MASTERLIST

“Just teach me one curse word.” 

You felt your left eye twitch as that was the thirteenth time you heard him repeat that sentence. 

“Si vous me le permettez une fois de plus, je tiens une chaussure dans la gorge. (If you ask me one more time, i'm shoving a shoe down your throat.)“ You say rather loudly.

“Oh shit, that’s hot.” He said, swooning over your accent.

You felt a giggle bubbling up your chest. “You don’t even know what I said.”

“I can only assume it was along the lines of ‘I fucking love Connor Murphy, he’s just the best’.” He playfully said as he waved his finger in front of your face.

You hummed in response with a smile on you face. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep.”

He put his arm around your shoulders, a lazy grin on spread on his face.  “Got it, sweetheart.” He whispered to himself.

Connor would never admit how fascinated he actually is with the fact that he’s in love with a Linguistics major.

Heck, he still remembered the first time he met you. It was more of a huge shock rather than fascination when he met you back in your first year of college. 

There weren’t any rooms left in the boys’ dormitory so Connor was bummed off to the girls. He wasn’t exactly glad. He grew up with a sister, a hyper-active mom, and a rather absent father – at least to Connor, he was. 

All his life, he was just surrounded by girls. It wasn’t a bad thing, he knew that. He just wanted to hang out with boys for a change.

In his last year in high school, he found that. The only time he ever had a shot of having a ‘brotherhood’ with was with Evan and Jared. But with the two of them off into different universities, he was back to being alone. 

He thought that when he got off his ass to actually attend classes at a university, he’d find more ‘brothers’ or perhaps people who were willing to accept him. 

People have always assumed he wanted to be alone but it wasn’t that simple. He was waiting to find the right people.

Having assigned to the girls’ dormitory, he started to lose hope on finding these people and grumbled at the possibility of having to dorm with his sister for four years. 

School administration would probably think we’d be okay in the same room because we were siblings. That’s just plain bullshit, he thought as he dragged his bags through the hallway. No one has said anything about his new roomie and Zoe wasn’t picking up her damn phone.

Despite it all, it was a pleasant surprise to see a girl – who definitely was not his sister – sitting on a bed when he opened the door to his new room. 

You made quite an impression on him. The first time he saw you, you were in your own pool of tears. Your laptop was connected to the speakers so he could perfectly hear the movie that was playing. He cocked his eyebrow when he discovered it wasn’t in English. Perhaps it was French, he though to himself.

“Fuck, I guess I’m stuck with a foreigner. Just great.” He whispered as he dropped his bags on what he assumed was his side of the room. His eyes scanned the room before stretching his back, yawning.

“Nope, not a foreigner. Just an average American.” You spoke, eyes not tearing away from the screen. He jumped at your voice. 

“Jesus Christ,” He yelled out, nearly falling on the bed. He slowly faced you as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Shit, sorry ‘bout that. I just assumed you were from another country because you were watching in,” He pointed towards your laptop. “French? If I’m not wrong.” He continued as he looked down at his feet, his demeanour quickly changing.

You stared at the boy in front of you, a bit amused at his ability to swear three times in the span of less than a minute in front of a stranger. You glanced back at your laptop. 

“That is, indeed, in French.” You started. “Would there have been a problem if I were a foreigner?” You tilted your head to the side, questioningly.

His eyes widened. “God, no. I just thought I wouldn’t be able to talk to you because of, uhm, language barriers?” He said, quite unsure of his own answer. He definitely did not want to be known as a racist roommate. 

You chuckled, letting your feet touch the floor as you started to walk towards the boy. When you were finally standing in front of him, you stretched your hand out for him to shake. 

“The name is Y/N L/N, majoring in Linguistics.” 

He stared at your hand for a few seconds before slowly grabbing it, giving it a firm shake.

“Connor Murphy, Literature.” 

It started from there. At first, the friendship started on a rocky path. There were loads of frustration and yelling coming from Connor whenever he entered the room with a foreign song blaring from the speakers or whenever you tripped because of Connor’s books.

But eventually, you grew onto each other. It took about a year or so, getting used to each other’s quirks and habits. In the end, the both of you learned to accept it. 

Connor, on the other hand, didn’t just accept them. He started to love them because let’s face it, Connor just loves how you know how to speak different languages. He loved it even more when you spoke in French because he knew that was your favorite. 

He found it absolutely hot how you would shift from one language to another whenever you felt pissed and frustrated. You would be arguing with him about leaving his damn books on the ground. You’d shout at him in French or Italian and he’d suddenly forget why the two of you were fighting in the first place. 

Another thing was that he found it amusing whenever you were around people who didn’t expect you to speak another language besides English. Like that one time where the two of you were buying groceries and a Spanish couple talked smack about Connor’s nail polish. You suddenly turned around to face them at the cashier and comment how it wasn’t nice to talk badly about others. Connor just watched in awe as the couple apologized profusely.

Simply put, he could listen to you speak another language for days. But without a doubt, his favorite moments were when you would whisper French poems late at night. Your head would be resting on his shoulder as you lazily let the French words slip past your lips with Connor blissfully listening to your voice. 

He just really loved you, the entire you. Too bad you didn’t know.

“Would you stop bugging me if I teach you how to say a curse word?” Your voice snapped Connor back into reality.

He jolted up in shock, unconsciously tightening his grip around you. 

“Whoa, easy. Are you alright?” You chuckled softly, at the same time genuinely concerned. You placed your hand on his chest as you waited for him to respond.

He blinked a couple of times. He got too lost into his thoughts that he forgot that two of you were situated in his bed, pillows cluttered on the floor and the duvet spread on top of your legs.

“Uhm, yeah. I was thinking about something.” He trailed off before facing you, leaning back into the headboard. “Let’s go back to that curse word!” He exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes when his playful nature came back. “Okay,” You glanced up to the ceiling as you started thinking of a curse word, tapping your fingers on top of a throw pillow that sat on your lap.

It had a Shakespearean quote on it. You remember how he got this pillow. It was when Connor told Cynthia he finally decided on a major. She got so excited, she had Connor bring a bunch of Shakespeare-related items to his dorm.

“Merde.”

He cocked his eyebrow at you. “Merde?” He repeated.

“Yeah, merde. That means ‘shit’.”

Connor nodded slowly as he repeated the word. “Merde, merde, merde, merde, merde-” 

“Hold on, you’re pronouncing it wrong.” You giggled, punching him on the shoulder lightly.

“What? I say it the same way you do.” He persisted as he pouted ever so slightly. 

“You don’t. Trust me.” 

“Well, show me then. If you’re so great.” He said with a slightly mocking tone that just made you laugh. 

“Man, I’d be scared if I weren’t great at this. It’s my major after all.” You say with fake sadness, which resulted to Connor playfully nudging you with his shoulder.

You pulled away from his grasp so you can face him entirely. 

“The ‘R’ should sound a bit raspy? It should come from the back of your throat,” You pulled his hand and placed his fingers on the bottom part of your neck. 

He leaned it closer to get a better look on what you were trying to show him, his eyes glancing on your lips.

“Merde,” You say slowly, letting him feel the vibrations from your throat. “You feel that? That’s how it should be.” 

It was when you felt his breath fanning against your cheek when you realized how close he was. Not that you minded. 

Suddenly, the entire room was filled with tension.

Making sure you didn’t inch away, you took a hold of his fingers. You pulled them down to your lap before placing your own fingers against his throat. His eyes were watching your every move before landing on your own orbs, which was staring back at him.

“Now you try it.” You say softly, gaze lingering a bit too long on his lips.

Connor opened his mouth but to your surprise, he said something very different. It was something you never expected.

“Mon amour.” He spoke softly. 

It was quiet but your ears managed to pick them up. Your jaw dropped with awe as he said it with so much clarity, with the correct pronunciation. Your cheeks started to heat up as you started pulling away.

“Connor, do you even know what you’re sayi-” You started to ramble, turning your face away from so he couldn’t see your rosy cheeks.

He held your hand in place, leaning even closer to you. “I do,” You felt him hesitate before he placed a kiss on the apple of your left cheek. “I’ve heard you say it before and I couldn’t forget it.”

Seeing as you didn’t pull away, he placed another kiss on your temple. “Heck, that’s probably the only thing in French that I’m absolutely sure of.”

Your face felt so warm, eyebrows furrowed together. “Well, you shouldn’t say it if you don’t mean it.” You grumbled, looking down on your lap.

He chuckled softly. “Who said I didn’t mean it? Don’t be silly, my love.” He placed his hand on your chin, rubbing the skin softly before making you face him. “Or do you prefer I say it it French, mon amour?” 

“Literature classes made you cheesy.”

“And me being cheesy has you blushing in front of me.”

All you wanted to do was bury your face in your hands but you couldn’t. You frowned at him, pink cheeks and all. “You better not be pranking me, Connor.” He laced your fingers together as he hummed in approval.

“I’m going to be really mad if you were joking right now and I’m going to have you move to another room so you better mean it.” You continued to scold him, at the same time reciprocating his feelings for you. 

His stared at you, eyes gleaming with joy. He placed a soft kiss onto the corner of your mouth as he squeezed your fingers.

“Well, merde. Definitely would never think of pranking you about this, mon amour.”

[snsmissionaries]

7/19/18 -- Sister Nicole Ritman, Spain, Madrid Mission

¨Spanish is not ready for me!"

This week´s subject line comes from Elder Ashby during a difficult grammar lesson: ¨You know, Spanish is just not ready for me! That´s why I can´t learn it!¨ Estoy de acuerdo, Elder Ashby. Spanish is not ready for us!

This week, we´re emailing before our PDay outing, so I´ll send pics next week. These pics are the official ones we took last PDay.

It´s been an interesting week in the district. There has been prolonged illness, injury and some difficult family news.  On the positive side, it has brought us all closer together!  The CCM is such a positive environment.  We are always learning and laughing and I love it!

This week, we got a batch of native speakers who will be here for three weeks!  They are all so fun and most of them speak pretty good English. We have two Russian speaking Elders and three Russian sisters going to Ukraine or Russian on their missions. We also have two Italian speakers going somewhere in Italy and they speak English and Spanish and Italian and I  think one speaks Swiss German too. I´m just here trying to learn one langugage lol. Anyways, it´s super fun to have them!

Yesterday, we were doing service on the temple grounds and the cutest family with like 7 kids came up and started helping us weed. It was adorable and brightened my day! I started talking to the nanny, who was from America even though the family was Bulgarian and living in Germany.  Turns out she was from St. Johns and her dad was Travis Udall. How random is that?

Love you all!

Hermana Ritman

Questions from Home

  How do you like the MTC president? I'll bet he's awesome!

He is so nice!  AND HE WAS DAVID ARCHULETA´S MISSION PRES IN  CHILE WHAT. Street cred right there

Does it feel like you've been gone a long time?

It feels like either this is a dream or my whole past life is a dream or maybe reality doesn´t  exist at all.

What advice would you give to my seminary class?

Start learning how to be BOLD with sharing your testimony!  I´m having to learn the hard way.  Also, bold can mean natural, if that means any sense.  Also memorize scriptures it makes it SO MUCH easier in another language.  Most of all, prepare for a mission even if you don´t plan on it!  It´s a  win win either way.

How is your Spanish coming along?

Somedays I feel like it´s so bad and then others I have full conversations with natives on the temple grounds.  idk.  Whenever I get down about it, I hear the Russian district crying in the rooms and I get humbled lol!

Contact Information;

nicole.ritman@myldsmail.net

 https://www.mymission.com/hermananicoleritman

password: nicoleritman