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PET VOCABULARY in French

General vocab:

faire ses besoins - to do your business 

caresser - to pat

l’animalerie - the pet shop

un animal de compagnie - a pet

un animal domestique - a pet

la garde d’animaux - pet sitting

la nourriture pour animaux - pet/animal food

accepter les animaux/qui accueille les animaux de compagnie - pet friendly (e.g. house/motel/café)


CATS

un chat - cat

un chaton - kitten

un minou - kitty

un minet - kitty

une minette - kitty

miaou - meow

un miaulement - a meow

miauler - to meow

la litière pour chats - kitty litter

la nourriture pour chat - cat food


DOGS

un chien - dog

un chiot - puppy

un toutou - doggy

ouaf ouaf - ruff ruff 

un aboyement - a bark

aboyer - to bark

la nourriture/la bouffe/les aliments pour chien

promener son chien - to walk the dog

sortir le chien - to walk the dog

FRENCH MUSIC RECOMMENDATIONS

Note: Some of these artsits are not from France, but are Belgian, Canadaian, even Austrian. What I mean by ‘French music’ is that it is sung in the French language.


THE NATIONAL ANTHEMS OF THE FRANCOPHONE COUNTRIES:

France - La Marseillaise
Belgium -  La Brabançonne
Canada - Oh, Canada!



POP AND JAZZ

It would be fair to start off with one of the most successful and famous French singers - ZAZ. Her genres are jazz and acoustic, some songs you should definitely check out are: Je veux | On ira | Les passants | La vie en rose |  Si jamais j'oublie;
Another obvious one is Lara Fabian. Some of her songs are: Je t’aime | Je suis malade | J’ai besoin de parler | Ma vie dans la tienne | J’y crois encore;
Céline Dion Pour que tu m’aimes encore | Je sais pas | On ne change pas
Parler à mon père | Encore un soir;
Desireless Voyage, voyage;
Indila Dernière danse | S.O.S. | Tourner dans le vide | Feuille d’automne
Amir Haddad (my personal favourite) J’ai cherché | On dirait | Au cœur de moi | Oasis;
Alma Requiem | La chute est lente | Ma peau aime;
Tal Le passé | Le sens de la vie | Rien n’est parfait | Je prends le large
Vianney Je m’en vais | Moi aimer toi | Dumbo | Sans le dire
Zoë Loin d’ici | Mon ange | Adieu | La nuit des merveilles
Le coeur de pirate Comme des enfants | Crier tout bas;
Christophe Maé Il est où le bonheur | La parisienne | On s’atache | Belle demoiselle;
Jean-Jacques Goldman 4 mots sur un piano | J’irai où tu iras | Sarbacane;

RAP AND HIP-HOP

Stromae 

Papaoutai | Alors on danse | Formidable | Tous Les Mêmes | Ta fête | Carmen |  Quand c’est;
Maître Gims J’me tire | Est-ce que tu m'aimes? | Bella |Habibi | Sapés comme jamais | Laissez passer
Columbine Les Prélis | Dom Périgon
Suprême NTM Ma benz | That’s my people | Seine-Saint-Denis Style | Métèque;
Diam’s Jeune demoiselle | Car Tu Portes Mon Nom | Par Amour | Coeur de bombe
Booba Validée | Tombé pour elle | Scarface | Comme une étoile | Ma couleur | Au bout des reves
Nekfeu Mauvaise graine | Tempête | Egérie | On verra | Ma dope;
SCH Allo maman | Fusil | Champs-Élysées | A7;
Lacrim Grand Armée | Colonel Carrillo | Gustava Gaviria | Poutine | Brasse au max;

ROCK - classic, alternative, indie, folk

Kyo Dernière danse | Le chemin | Le Graal | Je cours | Je saigne encore | L’équilibre;
Indochine J’ai demandé à la lune | L’avanturier | Trois nuits par semaine | 3ème sexe;
Noir désir Le vent nous portera | L’homme pressé | Un jour en France | Comme elle vient;  
Izia La vague | Les ennuis;
Images Les démons de minuit | Corps à corps;
Rita Mitsouko C’est comme ça | Marcia Baila;
My diet pill L’air de rien;
Luke La sentinelle | Soledad | La terre ferme | Le reste du monde | Se taire | Stella
Sortilège D’ailleurs | Metaporphose | Rock city;

FOLK/ CHANSON FRANÇAISE

Jacques Brel Ne me quitte pas | Quand on n’a que l’aimour | La chanson des vieux amants;
Renaud Toujours debout | J’ai embrassé un flic | Mistral gagnat;
Bénabar Le diner | L’effer papillon | A la campagne | Politiquement correct | Dis lui oui
Fréro Delavega Ton visage | Le coeur éléphant | Mon petit pays |Autour de moi;
LouanAvenir | Jour 1 | Jeune (j’ai envie) | Nos secrets | Rester seule;
Edith Piaf Non, je ne regrette rien | La vie en rose | La foule | La boheme;
Claudio Capéo Un homme debout | Ca va ça va | Riche;
Kendji Girac Andalouse | Cool | Conmigo | Elle m’a aimé | No Me Mirès Màs | Les yeux de la mama;
Léo Ferré Avec le temps | C’est extra | La solitude | La mémoire et la mer;
Mes Aïeux Dégénérations | La différence | Ça va mal | Train de vie

EDM/ ELECTRONIC 

WoraklsToi | Salzburg | Bleu;
N’to Trauma | Time | Minuit Caféine | Sur les berges | Flash;


INDIE POP/ INDIE ELECTRONIC

Le couleur L’amour le jour | Jukebox | Voyage amoureux;
Bagarre Mourir du club | Le gouffre | Claque-le | Ris pas;
Les Pirouettes L’escalier | Je nous vois | Dernier métro
Poom Les voiles | Toi et moi | Qui es-tu?;
Aline Je bois et puis je danse | Elle m’oubliera | La vie électrique;
Fishbach Un autre que moi | Béton mouillé | Y crois-tu;
Lescop La forêt | La nuit américaine | Le vent | Le mal mon ange;
Juniore Panique | A la plage | La fin du monde;
Frànçois & The Atlas Mountains La Fille Aux Cheveux de Soie | La vérité Grand Dérèglement;

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[18.06.2017 - Marseille, France]

MAKE MARSEILLE QUEER AGAIN! Proud steps to the Cours Julien.

Plotting devious deeds in French

Alright young deviants, schemers and connivers, this is for you:

élaborer un plan - to hatch a plan

être de connivence avec qqn - to be conniving with s.o

être de mèche avec qqn - to collude with sb

un complot - a scheme/conspiracy

comploter - to plot

conspirer/comploter/se liguer contre - to conspire against

conspirer pour faire qch - to conspire to do sth

grenouiller - to plot/scheme (politics)

intriguer - to connive/plot

machiner - to cook sth up

manigancer - to scheme/to plot

monter une machination - to machinate

pactiser avec l’ennemi - to collude with the enemy

Je te jetai un regard où je mis tout l'amour que j'avais eu, que j'avais et que je devais avoir pour toi; un regard à damner un cardinal, à faire agenouiller un roi à mes pieds devant toute sa cour.
—  Théophile Gautier (La Morte Amoureuse)
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2nd Cour PV featuring the new OP by amazarashi

I HATE THINGS in French

abhorrer - to abhor sth

avoir horreur de - to hate sth - e.g. j’ai horreur de ce genre de film

avoir une sainte horreur de - to hate s.body/sth with a passion

détester - to hate

être haineux - to be full of hate

haïr - to hate

honnir - to abhor/despise/revile

mépriser - to despise sth or s.o

rempli de haine - full of hate

un amour vache - a love hate relationship

une bête noire - a pet hate

Yuri on Festival voice drama (detailed report)

I went to watch the next-day viewing of yesterday’s Yuri on Festival event, and this time I took notes for the drama so I’ll write a more detailed summary, also because this one isn’t going to be sold on DVD. I believe other people have probably written reports too, but in cases such as this I think “the more the merrier” because it’s not recorded so it’s better to have more accounts. Also, now you’ll start seeing more Japanese reports & art too. Most people were keeping quiet out of consideration for the ones who could only watch the viewing and didn’t want spoilers.

Official title of the drama: “Fundoshi da yo!!! Sekai Metsubou Daipinchi Hasetsu Kunchi Spiritual!!” which roughly translates to “Fundoshi!!! The world is in danger of being destroyed. Hasetsu Kunchi Spiritual!!”

It was in 3 parts, separated by game and information corners.
I hope it’s not too confusing, but especially the last part is impossible to summarize decently because they talked a lot and I couldn’t possibly take note of everything, not to mention what they say is mostly crazy stuff, lol. For some parts and lines I double-checked looking at other Japanese comments online. If something is not clear feel free to send me an ask.

Continue under “keep reading”.

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Report Card

Originally posted by peacelovebughead

Summary: After an explosive fight with your parents, you turn to your friends, but they’re too involved with another mystery to notice your pain. You leave the school, never to be seen again.

A/N: yay, angst. This wasn’t requested but feel free to request one :)

Pairing: reader x no friends, parents, core four (+ Cheryl and Kevin)

Warnings: Fighting, swearing, mention of suicide


The moon peaked through the curtains in the kitchen and streams of light made rays, reflecting off of the marble floors and countertop. Dirty dishes were scattered lightly across the counter and the sink was empty, with soap bubble residue near the drain. Droplets of water were falling from the faucet, hitting the sink at the same time the clock ticked in the living room. But you couldn’t hear that, or notice the beauty in an ordinary setting, because screaming took place in your eardrums instead. You sat on the old couch in your living room, with both your mom and dad standing in front of the television. The TV was muted, but a movie you’d vaguely remembered seeing was playing. It was more intriguing than the scene playing before you. Your dad was visibly red, the veins in his forehead popping out. Your mom was fuming and she had streams of tears pouring down her cheeks. A piece of paper was in your trembling hands and it was a pale blue and gold color. Your name lined the top corner and underneath had REPORT CARD printed crisply, bolded and underlined.

“We told you to study, we commanded you to stay away from your friends! They are a distraction to you and your work! Don’t you want to be the best? You are not a B student in this house, under this roof! Even an A is unacceptable! We think you need to leave your friend be, you’re much better without them. Maybe then you’re grades can get better.”

Your mom paced the room, her hands clenched into tight fists, shaking in the air. Your dad took a seat in the chair near the door, and it creaked as he sat. You looked back at the sheet. All A-’s and the one B in chemistry. Good grades and scholarships were all they cared about, and they expected the very best. But this was your best.

You looked back at your mom and she stomped to get in your face. She grabbed your cheeks in her hand, your face squished together and lips puckered painfully.

“You are a disgrace to us all.”

She said the words calmy and annunciated, putting emphasis on all the right words, which stabbed your heart in all the wrong ways. Her hands ripped the sheet from your palms, giving them paper cuts as it slipped between your fingers. Your dad stood from the chair, made harsh eye contact, shook his head and walked towards the staircase. Your mom followed in heat, crumpling the paper and throwing it on the tan carpet.

The words played like a scratched record in your mind, and the tears fled your eyes at the same speed the seconds passed from the clock.


You walked into school with red washed eyes and a hair thrown messily into a bun. A sweater Jughead gave you one night was a blanket for your torso and you felt comforted, the most you did all weekend. You called, texted, even tried to visit everyone, but you never got an answer. Betty, Archie, Jughead, and fuck, even Cheryl.

You turned the corner of the hallway, books clutched tightly to your chest like a lifevest and you saw the five standing around a table. Kevin walked into the room with another paper and threw it onto the table. They mumbled amongst each other, not acknowledging your presence.

“Hey guys…”

Your voice was quiet and broke halfway through. They turned around to wave but turned back forward. The backpack straining you fell to the floor and you set your books next to it. You shuffled quietly to where they were, and once again, it was a new mystery overtaking the town.

“What’s all this about?”

Jughead looked up at you and scoffed.

“If you’d read the paper, you’d know.”

You knew it was sarcasm, but it hurt your already damaged heart. It hurt more when everyone else let out a breathy laugh, Cheryl and Kevin’s carried farther and louder. They talked, making plans to meet up, without even turning to you. They slowly dispersed, Betty collected the papers and walked out of the room. It was only you, in a quiet room, left in your thoughts.

You are a disgrace to us all.

You heard the words again, but it played over and over, in everyone’s voice with an intensity, until your feet took you outside the school and dragged you down the snowy sidewalk.


Veronica was the first to notice your lack of presence. They all sat in Pop’s, talking about what happened that day and how they solved this week’s adventure. She looked up from her double chocolate shake and looked around the table.

“What’s going through your head, princess?”

Archie squeezed her shoulder and looked at her with confusion.

“When’s the last time we spoke to (Y/N)?”

Everyone stopped their own side conversations and looked down at the table, wracking their minds for an answer.

“I think Monday.”

Jughead looked up from his burger and met eyes with Cheryl, who was nodding. Betty slightly raised an eyebrow and looked at everyone sitting.

“I didn’t see her in the other classes we had. She typically was the first person to be in chemistry.”

As it sank into everyone’s mind, Mrs. Lodge came to the front of the booth. Her eyes were glossed over and she held the town newspaper in her hands.

“I’m so sorry everyone, I know it’s probably so hard for all of you with (Y/N).”

Jughead jerked up in his seat, and everyone gave her a look of shock.

“Mom, what happened?”

Mrs. Lodge let a tear slip from her eye and she placed the newspaper in the middle of the table. Archie slipped his arm from Veronica’s shoulder and read the title of the article aloud.

“Local Riverdale teen found dead in Drive-In, later revealed to be suicide by town’s star student (Y/N)-”

Archie couldn’t finish reading the article without choking up. He slammed the paper down and covered his face. Everyone in the booth slowly started letting out choked sobs, except for Jughead and Cheryl. They sat numbly, losing somebody else in their life they didn’t know they needed until now.