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#yes its in spanish
theoisdaydreaming · 2 months
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I saw an edit of huskerdust with the song 'virgen' from adolescentes and I CANT BEGIN TO EXPLAIN HOW IT FITS THEM SO WELL. so now I'm writing a song fic, won't promise anything tho, I never finish anything I write
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hellenhighwater · 12 days
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There's a lot of design philosophy out there that is super cool and interesting but I think one of the core beliefs that is apparent in my home is just...I think it's fun when a house surprises you. When you don't know what the next door is going to lead to, when the layout is not quite what you expect, when it's silly and fun and comfortably fancy. So yes, I've been doing fun colors and patterns on the insides of every closet, because why not? They're small spaces. They can be ridiculous and functional at the same time and they make me smile when I open up the closet doors, and nobody expects it.
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He's the definition of this meme isn't he
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The eggs are asleep, and finally Philza and Missa can catch a moment to themselves. Unfortunately, catching that moment means admitting to the injuries they have been hiding from their children - fussing over scratches while having arrowheads lodged next to your spine is the duty of a parent on Quesadilla Island, but an exhausting one.
Missa's quick fingers manage to pull said arrowhead from Philza's back, the momentary flash of pain causing him to nearly drop the iodine solution. He doesn't, though, just a little stain on the floorboards, and so he continues applying it to the wound in Missa's leg.
He barely notices the scratch of a needle against his back, but Missa cannot help but whine as the gauze is pressed against his wound.
"I hate it here," Missa manages, thankfully in English as Philza is in no position to twist and see his translator. "Why is everything trying to kill us?"
"The island fucking hates us, is why," Philza grouches, reaching over for a bandage. He's managed to get Missa's leg to stop bleeding, but it should still be covered. "Enjoy the island my ass."
Missa giggles a bit, even as he tapes a dressing in place over the arrow wound. He says something in Spanish which is definitely too fast for Philza to parse; he tries to turn and look, only to be gently pressed back into position.
"It's nothing," Missa assures him. "But the skeletons! Why are they so bad?"
"The skeletons aren't even the worst of it," Philza groans back. "If you ever see glowing eyes and nothing else? Run."
There's a long pause, and Philza hopes that Missa understands the severity of his warning - a Nightmare Stalker is exactly that, and Philza knows Missa is not nearly equipped to handle one. If he struggles as he does, he doesn't want to think about how his partner would suffer in his stead.
"It's okay," Missa pats his shoulder a few times, leaning around his wings to do so. "I'm good at running. It's my special talent!"
"You're good at a lot of things," Philza promises.
Missa doesn't reply; this time when Philza turns, he is allowed to. His entire body aching he sits himself up and twists himself around, taking Missa's face him his hands.
"You are so good," he promises. "So, so good. There's nobody else I would want to raise my eggs with."
There's more on the tip of his tongue; Philza quashes it as Missa closes his eyes, rest of his expression hidden by his mask.
Philza can see Missa struggle with his words for a bit - he's always amazed how someone can make themselves understood in two languages - before eventually receiving, "you are the best egg father."
"We have the best egg child," he retorts.
"We do!" Missa's entire body language perks up. "Chayanne is the best egg child, and he is ours. We are so lucky."
"We really are."
Philza isn't sure when it happens, but eventually he realises that he has leant forward, his forehead resting against Missa's mask. He closes his eyes and savours it, feeling as Missa loosely places his arms across his bare back - Philza needs his for support, one either side of Missa's hips and taking his weight, but otherwise he would do much the same.
The two of them stay in silence for a while, savouring each other's presence. The pain is still there, from protecting their children, and yet... In a simple house of oak and glass, for a moment it is all peace.
"Run away with me."
This is not how Philza had ever meant to bring it up, but the words slip out of their own accord.
Missa startles, eyes wide and spine straight as he blinks himself out of the peaceful haze, "qué?!"
"Run away with me," he shifts so he can see all of Missa's face, taking both of his partner's hands in his own. "Take the children, and run away. Find a way off this island, and to another world - one where the skeletons are the /only/ thing to worry about. I'll build you another house and we'll make it a home. Any colour you like, with a fence and walls and real bedrooms and a kitchen for Chayanne and gardens for Tallulah... You can have your own music room and kick Wilbur out for trying to steal your guitar, and we can sit on the roof in the moonlight and you can sing and I'll dance with the children asleep beneath us and no risk of zombie horsemen on our tail."
"But how-" a small whine catches in Missa's throat. "How do we get away? They said we cannot leave."
"There's always a way to leave," Philza says. "We just have to find it."
There's hands in his wings, and Philza startles.
"Your wings are so big... If they healed, you could fly away," Missa says, something wishful in his tone. "Up and up and far, far away, so far they could never catch you."
"And leave you behind?" he asks.
"You'd come back for Chayanne. And I... I could follow you then?"
"Even if something happens to Chayanne, I'd come back for you," Philza promises. "I won't leave you here, not in this hell."
"You wouldn't leave anyone here, if you could help it."
"Probably," Philza admits. "But I wouldn't come back for them, not if I didn't know I could escape again - I'd come back for you."
"I'll wait for you," Missa seems almost to melt in Philza's touch, whimpering as he curls in on him. Philza isn't even sure what he said wrong, just that his egg partner is clinging to him, whimpering.
"We might not always be together," he tries to reassure. "But I will always come back for you - I'll always find you. There's no point in running away if we don't run away together; if some day I /can/ fly away, I'd only do it to come back with help."
The whimpering turns to sobbing, and Philza adjusts his position to hold Missa properly. The hands in his feathers dig deep - one finger catches on some tape holding one of the litany of dressings in place - but Philza just holds Missa and worries.
Why this reaction? Was it something he said?
He stops talking just in case; Missa clearly wants a hug, so he just holds him, understanding only odd words of the broken fragments of Spanish between the sobs.
Eventually the tears slow; Missa pulls away, still sniffling.
"And... Spreen can come?"
"He can live next door, if he wants," Philza promises; it'll be a little hard to negotiate with Fit, but interpersonal drama is just a part of life. "A whole new town for /everyone/ - all of the islanders, and all of our friends. Maybe if we let his ex in Forever will even stop hitting on me."
That earns a laugh, if a bit of a wet one.
"I want to dance with you," Missa says.
"With no zombie riders," Philza promises. "Maybe tomorrow we could dance a bit at the Favela? But, one day, we'll do it somewhere safe."
"On the roof, under the moon?"
"I'll make a roof specially designed for it."
The tears slow some more, and Missa drops to actually lie on the bed.
"Do you really think we'll escape?" Missa turns to Philza and asks. "We broke the Wall, and the Federation-"
Philza moves to lie beside him - on his front while Missa is on his back - and takes a hand. "We will. I promise."
"But-"
"Someone cleverer than us will work it out," he smiles to Missa. "We've just got to survive while they do."
"And if they don't?"
"Then I'll burn the Federation to the ground."
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martyrbat · 2 years
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fully supportive of cass learning sign language and the fanon that she uses it more than spoken language but also. so many of you act as if its a lesser version of communication and she'll automatically be a pro/not struggle with it. its still a complex language that has structure, grammar, vocabulary and syntax. theres so many different factors for it, even within just one region - different signing styles, dialects, slang, as well as actual variations (asl, pse, see)
just because you rely on verbal communication doesnt mean nonverbal or alternative versions of communication is a lesser version than your normal
sign language, writing, variant types of aac devices and resources. its all methods of communication. it all deserves to be treated with the respect and regard that vocal languages are treated with
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dreamsy990 · 7 months
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on the first day of school one time one of my teachers was asking the class to share all their opinions as like a get to know each other thing and one was 'is cheating okay' and apparently my opinion on this. did not align with almost anyone else (that couldve just been because they didnt want to admit it in class) so i am asking the people. to be clear when i say grade school i mean from grades 1-12. This is NOT about anything past that.
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A bunch posts ago I said Kenny is kinda part latino and never elaborated sooo
His mother is latina, specifically from Paraguay (like my best friend :D), but she and her brother moved to South Park when she was really young so she doesn't practically have an accent
However, she does speak in Spanish when talking to her parents (her brother doesn't talk to them, but she does) and to her brother
Kenny was mainly raised in English, but he forced himself to understand some words in Spanish as a little kid so he could understand his mother when she's talking to her family
When Kenny was about five, Carol's brother died (of old age they said, but really he got AIDS), but he lived with the McCormick's up until then. As he refused to learn English, Kenny also had to understand him in the very few times they would talk
Between his parka covering him and the cold weather, Kenny's skin looks like a white kid's, but if it was warmer and sunnier he'd tan really quick
Kenny can't form coherent sentences in Spanish too well, but he can understand almost everything in Spanish, mainly if it's with Paraguay accent (and he also knows a couple words in Guaraní, but it's a really hard language so that's it)
When he ended up at Mexico (S4 E10, "Probably"), he at first didn't understand anything because he wasn't used to listening to people talk to him in Spanish (as the one who mainly did it was his uncle) and less to the Mexican accent, but eventually he managed to communicate enough to get himself and Cartman out of there
Some of his favorites bands in Spanish are El Cuarteto De Nos (mainly El Cuarteto Tapicero) and Skimales (principally because of Atropellando Viejas and Ploma, La Gallina En Coma)
Also, when he watched Terrance & Phillip: Asses On Fire, he looked up the Spanish version of Uncle Fucka, and it didn't disappoint (as a Spanish person, it really slaps more than the original)
He will insult people in Spanish (there's so many Spanish swear words it's fucking awesome), and if they ask what it means he'll just say "gilipollas" means "handsome" or something like that XD
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gunthermunch · 1 year
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here, hold this
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minglana · 2 years
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this person is literally talking abt how spain is sooo homophobic and everyone in the comments is telling them how spain is actually pretty chill (compared to other countries)
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Hello!!
In your fun little fic you asked for Spanish speakers to help you find out a new nickname?
Pichoncito is like little bird, and it’s more common.
Mariposa, or butterfly is also a vibe.
Vida is common but it depends on where they’re from, I’m not sure which country miguel is from but I learned Spanish from people from Argentina y Honduras. I’ll be honest “amor” instead of “mi amor” is common.
Also! Uh this is off topic but just so you know Chica y niña are used like. EXCLUSIVELY for children. In English girl and woman are pretty interchangeable but in Spanish not really. Just so you know!
I hope this was helpful like at all
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lunian · 2 years
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my first day learning spanish being like
spanish teacher: so yeah there are plural forms for men (masc) and women (fem)
me: but if we mean a group with different genders?..
teacher: then its the same as for men
me: 👁👄👁
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guckies · 7 months
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Guys how are Leo and Chayanne going to communicate?? Chay forgot Spanish??
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natolesims · 6 months
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When I started therapy I thought I would exit the sessions calmer and with a clear mind, but it's more as if I were emotionally ran over by a truck.
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spikrock · 30 days
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bro i love the language spanish but my fucking spanish teacher is actually insane shes fucking crazy shes so RAHHHH she makes me so MAD ive never hated a teacher as much as i hate her shes SO BAD YOU GUYS I SHOULDVE TAKEN FRENCH
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1spooky-dad · 1 year
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I can't believe there's people watching qsmp who hear the Spanish speakers and just go "well i don't know Spanish and there's nothing i can do about that. Guess I'll never know what they say". When Tahlulla said "then learn" cause quackity said he didn't speak Spanish, that was at y'all. If you can watch a 6 hour stream you can download doulingo and do a 5 minute Spanish lesson.
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year
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2005 Brazilian Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso(aka me crying over an almost 18 year old race)
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