#yikes french

[feuilletoniste]

Us: Don't play music loudly in public or watch TikTok videos with the volume up on public transportation; it's disrespectful and obnoxious

The most annoying people ever:

#post sent to me by M. which is why it is french lol #mine #if you don't want people to PLAY LOUD VIDEOS IN PUBLIC then you are LITERALLY A GENTRIFIER #I thought the discourse about how telling people to return their shopping carts was ableist was bad #but at least I don't think *gentrification* got invoked! #* #yikes

[yikesharringrove]

Nobody knows what's wrong with Steve Harrington.

He was there one day, and the next, he was a shell of himself.

It wasn't even really the mall fire that did it.

He was okay, seen around town a few times, although more withdrawn than he had been a few years ago, but that change has been slow. It's been happening for longer than just summer break.

But then the mall burned down, and Harrington could be seen applying to new jobs, tied at the hip with some weirdo incoming senior band geek.

And then, all of a sudden, nothing.

The weirdo band geek was all by herself.

The maroon BMW sat gathering dust in the driveway of the big house, the paint getting sunfaded.

The blinds on the bedroom window were drawn.

And Steve wasn't dead.

He just wasn't really alive anymore.

He sat, well, he laid, every minute of every day, in his darkened bedroom. IN his bed.

He barely moved. He barely ate.

And nobody knew why.

There were whispers around town.

He'd gotten injured in the fire. He was on house arrest. He'd skipped town.

But really, what no one knew,

was that the second Billy Hargrove's body was locked six feet under, Steve's heart was buried with him.

It had taken a long time to arrange a funeral.

Billy's body was burned and broken.

(And government property).

So, no open casket at the Irish Catholic mass that served as a funeral.

His dad spoke.

His sister spoke.

A teacher spoke.

A friend spoke.

And Steve Harrington sat in the very back row, twisting a piece of loose thread around his finger, over and over again.

He left early, slipped out the back before anyone could see the imminent breakdown.

And he hasn't been seen since.

He's thin.

Much thinner than he's been in a long time.

And he's pale. Really pale. His olive skin tinged a sickly yellow.

But there's no point in any of it anymore.

Because the love of his life died, and nobody knows.

There has been activity at his house, people going in and out.

The band geek trying to lure him into the shower. The loud know-it-all kid speaking in a hushed tone and begging him to eat.

But he didn't feel anything anymore.

And he didn't feel there was a point to his existence.

He thought that maybe, wasting away into nothing was easier than the stabbing pain, the guilt and regret he felt every moment of everyday.

Because he can't even mourn him.

He couldn't speak at the funeral.

Nobody knew they were friends, let alone more than that.

He couldn't cry over the grave.

He couldn't wear black and walk around like some Victorian woman.

Life goes on.

But he doesn't know how to keep going.

Because his life was Billy.

They would see one another every day. Sometimes more than once.

They would spend their nights together, they would drive together. They would sit on the couch and make fun on the whatever was on the t.v. together.

And now, he's alone.

And doing everything they used to do, it's agony.

It's agony when for a split second, he forgets that his love is dead and buried, and he wants to turn to say something to him, and finds empty air.

He doesn't know how he could ever cope with the crushing disappointment of being alone.

The typewriter is his mom's idea.

He took a typing class in school, just a semester learning about how to actually use one of the clunky things.

(He and Tommy used to take out the springs so that theirs wouldn't work and they didn't have to actually so anything in class that day.)

He woke up one morning with it sitting on his desk. Brand new. A stack of paper on the right, one piece already loaded in.

It took him six days to type anything.

And when he did, it was garbage. Nonsensical feelings covered in correction fluid and typos and tears. Stupid ramblings about his absolute misery.

But, it did help. A tiny bit.

He's never been good at writing.

Which is why he left the finished product in Robin's mailbox and biked away as fast as he could. (He doesn't really like driving anymore.)

He didn't want to face her as she read it.

He left a note, explaining what it was.

She never made a comment that she got it, but two days later the draft was back in his mailbox, red pen corrections and comments covering the pages.

He took her suggestions. Edited out what she felt should go, added in where she needed more detail.

And it took six months.

But he has a novel.

Or, something like it.

It's a sort of memoir.

All the events are true. All the feelings are true.

But nobody would believe it was real.

Certainly not anyone on the list of independent publishers Robin had slipped into his mailbox with her final round of edits.

Steve typed each of the five copies by hand.

It took him months, somehow longer than the actual thing had taken him to write.

But he sent them off, manuscripts in sealed envelopes. A queer romantic science fiction novel. Something with a devastating ending.

Something that most certainly didn't happen to himself.

He didn't receive any notice for several weeks, and the waiting would've been the worst part, if all of this hadn't been born out of the gory death of the love of his life.

But it was.

And the waiting was the second worst part.

Until a letter.

A publisher asking for a meeting.

Robin accompanied him on the Greyhound to Chicago, but she didn't come into the meeting with him. She had done enough already, it's time for him to finish the story.

The person he met with told him she cried when she read his story. Told him if I ever lost my wife the way that the Steve in the story lost his Billy, I don't know how I could go on.

The book was published under the name S. Hargrove.

Because if he couldn't have Billy, at least he could have his name.

#I watched a sad gay french movie and here we are #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove

[satirates]

Confirmation that the eggs' admins are, in fact, not being paid (while doing a lot of work)

Translation: Pomme was doing the same work has me (Writting lore, assisting in a lot of things) + being an egg, but she wasn't paid!

#qsmp #qsmp discourse #also they just fire one of their 2 french admin and are ''investigating'' the other one #So there's currently no French admin on the project #yikes

[la-galaxie-langblr]

Me? Having a 5 day Anki streak and starting to build a habit of adding new vocab to my decks? It's more likely than you think.

#i can read and figure things out from context v well but a minor reason i struggle with speaking is that my active vocab is awful #i really need to go through my notes from last semester and input loads of words but that's a longer term goal #you never realise how many specific words there are for things until you need them #like today i learned the verbs for to chew and to swallow #i could recognise mâcher for chew but i'd never heard of avaler for swallow #interesting stuff #yikes i really need to fill in my independent study log - i've done a surprising amount this week and it needs to be recorded #shockingly enough when you make studying fun eg start playing pokemon in french it becomes fun #ellis exclaims

[the-halfling-prince]

Most recent episode of Outlander I watched was low key so funny at the end

Fuckin Marseli was like "listen, so... doctors take an oath to do no harm. Good thing I'm not actually a doctor" and killed that bitch. Jamie walks in to her freaking out because she killed someone and just goes "damn that sucks. But shit happens."

#Obviously this is paraphrased but this was the vibe #What she actually said was a bit more badass to me #Something along the lines of 'mistress Claire took an oath to do no harm. I've taken no such oath' or smth like that #I love her she's perfect #outlander #Damn last time I posted about outlander I was talking about Marseli constantly calling Claire a whore. And now look at them #No because Marseli's reaction to Brianna saying she was gonna leave. 'Youve become like a sister to me' IM OKAY I PROMISE #my posts #Also unrelated but the fact that Fergus' kid calls Claire Grandma when Fergus still doesn't call Claire his mother. Like he sees her that #way obviously but please I need him to call her his mother #Fergus and Marseli's kids have only one grandfather not because one of the parents has a dead father but because they share #an adoptive father. Which is.... Yikes. #Jamie is her step father and his adoptive father #One of the little French fraser kids: oh yeah red Jamie fraser is my grandfather #Someone else: really? Is he your mum or dad's dad? #One of the little French fraser kids: Yes. Unfortunately . #Also! Brianna finding out she has a little brother killed me. Because she'll never get to know him as her brother! #Because he'll never even know that she is his sister. #Jamie and Williams interactions kill me every time though I NEED him to find out he's Jamie's son #Anyway there's your outlander post for today

[solreefs]

something about Machiavelli not being able to pronounce Quetzalcoatl rubs me the wrong way, especially considering this man 1) is Italian and 2) has lived in France for god knows how long.

as an Italian person I can absolutely confirm there are some very weird words and pronunciations in that language, and French is, well… French. not to mention Machiavelli strikes me as someone who would want to learn as many languages as possible, so there’s literally no reason for him not to be able to say Quetzalcoatl’s name correctly.

#it bugs me #it adds nothing to the plot or either of their characters #just. why. #i mean i can guess why but. come on michael scott. #also if my audiobook narrator is saying quetzalcoatl correctly it’s pronounced pretty much like it’s spelled #which is more than french can say #secrets of the immortal nicholas flamel #sinf #Athos rambles #narratively it makes zero sense and the fact that mac doesn’t even try is… yikes #also disclaimer my italian sucks i have like a first-grader’s reading level and speak next to zero italian #most of what i can understand comes from learning spanish in school #but even so. italian gets a lot weirder than quetzalcoatl. especially with food words

[skrunksthatwunk]

mildly frustrated at the ppl in my tiny little french class who're like "okay I'm done,, man that was sooo easy" when they literally lived in france for multiple years. like yes i imagine this wouldn't be very difficult when you're fluent in the language. the hell

#theyre cool people like no hate to them #but i do not have the mental butterfly net necessary for understanding french #plus my audio processing issues (shockingly) dont mix well with the notorious-for-its-silent-letters language #it takes me so long to do assignments and listening to them talk about how they finished something that took me 3 hours that i turned in #a week late because i couldnt muster the brain to do it until then in like 10 minutes right before the deadline #is just a little frustrating!! just a little!!! #and ik a lotta people deal with this all the time throughout like. a lot of classes and years and stuff #and sorry to them bc this shit blows. yikes #im not used to it and it makes my skin crawl #yargh and in fact argh

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

Assign me a merc please

I'm the oldest of my friend group, emotionally stunted, and respond to every bad situation with "that's a yikes"

Spy if Spy were like thirty years younger and hipper with the kids

#'that's a yikes' said in a french accent #ask #bitchassmcshipper69 #tf2 #merc assignment game

[serenfloras]

alright i think one of my uncles has an extra argentina shirt gonna borrow that asap

#france winning again? yikes #anyways te quiero mucho messi #world cup 2022 #morocco is still the goat. france might win this game but they do not have the hearts of the people #as always the french ruin the fun

[graveltrip]

yeah, that's gonna be a no from me pierre.

#yikes #bringing back the grid girl discourse in 2022 seriously? #thinking of his french girls comment and let's say i'm not surprised #some drivers would be obliterated for shit like this but okay...

[swagging-back-to]

rewatching the oa so you know what that means!!!!

yep, im gonna be posting a bunch of rants about abuse in the adoption industry and how the oa is a perfect representation of abusive adopters and how society reacts to witnessing abusive adopters and treats to abused adoptees

#like seriously i already want to go on rants #the oa #since the first time i saw the oa i felt so #so fucking seen #yeah my story isnt 1:1 obviously #but the larger picture? it is one to one. #and it is very similar for my sister (also an abused adoptee) #although my situation was more severe than my sisters--even worse than the portrayal in the oa #but it still felt so... it felt so real. #everything from the actual adoption scene (nancy and abel BUYING. a child from a black market bc they dont meet the (very low) standards #for public or private adoption) #to how nancy physically assaults the oa in public because she doesnt like the oa making her own choices #and french responds by saying they saved her and how theyre her real parents. how shes lucky to have them. #it was so #so fucking real #and the fact the brit isnt adopted and as far as i know none of the supporting writers are either? #fucking phenomenal #the fact they so perfectly captured the average adoptive experience is just phenomenal #it's such an incredible series in every aspect (tho the second season is a bit........ yikes.) but especially in this one

[freakpit]

very funny to see what my dad’s genetics brought to the playing field considering how my sister and i look next to all our blue eyed, button nosed & blonde maternal cousins

#my sister and i. both brown eyed and dark haired with tall noses . and like . actual lips #our cousins have papercut lips it’s really funny #to clarify: my mame is jewish. from her mom’s side . i ain’t know her mom’s family i only know her dad’s family #and he’s some goyisch french/german dude (yikes ik) #while her momma is slavic & jewish (there’s a reason i ain’t know her family except my great grandmother) #my dad is the mystery element here. he’s from boston. and idk what the fuck HE’S got up his sleeve with that as he’s #and i quote from my friends #‘a very ethnic looking white man’ #so idk man #op

[noblehcart]

there is nothing so terrifying and relieving than deciding to cut your hair.

#// ooc #imma do it #the shortest cut i have ever had #going from midback length hair to chin level - yikes #life is good in the spec but god mentally folks im so tired & exhausted with fam drama #i can't deal with long hair anymore #snipsnip #i call it zara's feral french cut

[la-galaxie-langblr]

How do I have less Irish than at the start of the summer when I've been studying to some degree nearly every day and also reviewing

#ik ik that language learning is a journey etc #but i so desperately want to be conversational in irish #i care about that more than my french skills at this point and that really says something #i've brought it up before but i really feel such a deep sadness that i didn't grow up learning irish at school #like it's heritage and culture and history that i don't feel a connection to because of *gestures vaguely* everything #while i'm here i may as well vent a little more #my friend is learning irish again since she used to learn it at her old school #and i really wish i could chat to her about learning it but then Intense Fear Of Judgement enters the scene #it feels really weird that i'm hiding about learning irish but not about learning dutch or my past attempts at german/russian #it's a cultural thing i think cus while there's been a movement for protestants to learn irish that really isn't seen as the norm rn #especially since the most well known irish classes for protestants are in belfast and there's no irish classes in my small town full stop #i'm tired of being confused about my cultural identity and being scared of judgement for exploring it #yikes oversharing much #anyway #ellis exclaims

[denydefeat]

Quick tags xoxo

#OOC / A whole ass yikes #MEME / Specify Muse #MEME / OOC #STARTER CALL / I swear I'm cold hearted #EDITS / Paint me like one of your french girls #OPEN STARTER / Have you heard the story #PROMO / Let me show you power #SELF PROMO / On your own kid #WISHLIST / Meet me in the pouring rain

[whxtthxfxckxvxr]

2 weeks of no hot water or heating, and I have rashes on my body from the cold weather. :]

#Txt #Personal #Vent #could be worse #what if i didnt have water at all #yikes #at least i can shower #but at what cost #the french are so useless in emergencies