joy lass

Hi

A

/a/

Hail!

Ai!

/ˈaj/

A star shines on the hour of our meeting.

Êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn.

/ˈɛ:l̡ ˈsiˑ.la ˈɛ.rin ˈlu: ɛ ˈgɔ.va.nɛd ˈvi:n/

I greet you!

Gi suilon!

/gi ˈsuj.lɔn/

I greet you!

Le suilon!

/lɛ ˈsuj.lɔn/

Well met!

Mae g'ovannen!

/ˈmaɛ gɔ.ˈvan.nɛn/

Well met!

Mae l'ovannen!

/ˈmaɛ lɔ.ˈvan.nɛn/

At last!

Na vedui!

/na ˈvɛ.duj/

You are welcome here

Gi nathlam hí

/gi ˈnaθ.lam ˈhiˑ/

You are welcome here

Le nathlam hí

/lɛ ˈnaθ.lam ˈhiˑ/

I know your face

Iston i nîf gîn

/ˈis.tɔn i ˈni:v ˈgi:n/

I know your face

Iston i nîf lîn

/ˈis.tɔn i ˈni:v ˈli:n/

Do you speak Elvish?

Pedig edhellen?

/ˈpɛ.dig ɛ.ˈðɛl̡.lɛn/

Do you speak Elvish?

Pedil edhellen?

/ˈpɛ.dil̡ ɛ.ˈðɛl̡.lɛn/

May we speak as friends now?

Peditham hi sui vellyn?

/ˈpɛ.di.θam ˈhi ˈsuj ˈvɛl̡.lyn/

Where are we?

Mi van me?

/mi ˈvan ˈmɛ/

Do you promise?

Gwestog?

/ˈgwɛs.tɔg/

Do you promise?

Gwestol?

/ˈgwɛs.tɔl/

Is it done?

I dass carnen?

/i ˈdass ˈkar.nɛn/

Is it necessary?

Boe?

/ˈbɔɛ/

Is there trouble?

Prestad?

/ˈprɛs.tad/

What are you doing?

Man cerig?

/ˈman ˈkɛ.rig/

What are you doing?

Man ceril?

/ˈman ˈkɛ.ril̡/

What did you do?

Man agoreg?

/ˈman ˈa.gɔ.rɛg/

What did you do?

Man agorel?

/ˈman ˈa.gɔ.rɛl̡/

When?

Na van?

/na ˈvan/

With what?

A van?

/a ˈvan/

Which one?

Man pen?

/ˈman ˈpɛn/

Who is leading?

Man tôg?

/ˈman ˈtɔ:g/

Why not?

Avo garo am man theled?

/ˈa.vɔ ˈga.rɔ am ˈman ˈθɛ.lɛd/

Why?

Am man?

/am ˈman/

Why?

Am man theled?

/am ˈman ˈθɛ.lɛd/

Behold!

Alae!

/ˈa.laɛ/

Beware!

No dirweg!

/nɔ ˈdir.wɛg/

Flee!

Drego!

/ˈdrɛ.gɔ/

Go away!

Ego!

/ˈɛ.gɔ/

Run!

Noro!

/ˈnɔ.rɔ/

Stop!

Daro!

/ˈda.rɔ/

Wake up

Echuio

/ɛ.ˈxuj.ɔ/

Let’s go

Gwaem

/ˈgwaɛm/

Come near the fire

Tolo anin naur

/ˈtɔ.lɔ ˈa.nin ˈnaur/

Come with me

Tolo ar nin

/ˈtɔ.lɔ ar ˈnin/

Come, join us

Tolo, govano ven

/ˈtɔ.lɔ ˈgɔ.va.nɔ ˈvɛn/

Save me

Edraith enni

/ˈɛd.rajθ ˈɛn.ni/

Release me

Leithio nin

/ˈlej.θi.ɔ ˈnin/

Don’t be afraid

Av-‘osto

/a.ˈvɔs.tɔ/

You betrayed me

Nin gwerianneg

/ˈniŋ gwɛ.ri.ˈan.nɛg/

You smell like a monster

Sevig thû úan

/ˈsɛ.vig ˈθu: ˈuˑ.an/

Your head is empty

Dôl gîn lost

/ˈdɔ:l ˈgi:n ˈlɔst/

Evil fate!

Amarth faeg!

/ˈa.marθ ˈfaɛg/

Curses!

Rhaich!

/ˈr̊ajx/

Idiot!

Pe-channas!

/pɛ.ˈxan.nas/

Go kiss an orc

Ego, mibo orch

/ˈɛ.gɔ ˈmi.bɔ ˈɔrx/

I can say what I wish, and you won’t understand me

Pedin i phith in aníron, a nin ú-cheniathog

/ˈpɛ.din if ˈfiθ in a.ˈniˑ.rɔn a ˈnin uˑ.xɛ.ˈni.a.θɔg/

I can say what I wish, and y'all won’t understand me

Pedin i phith in aníron, a nin ú-cheniathagir

/ˈpɛ.din if ˈfiθ in a.ˈniˑ.rɔn a ˈnin uˑ.xɛ.ni.ˈa.θa.gir/

Thank you

Ni *‘lassui

/ˈni ˈlas.suj/

Thank you from my heart

Guren *glassui

/ˈgu.rɛn ˈglas.suj/

You did well

Agoreg vae

/ˈa.gɔ.rɛg ˈvaɛ/

You did well

Agorel vae

/ˈa.gɔ.rɛl̡ ˈvaɛ/

Alas!

Nae!

/ˈnaɛ/

Eek!

Ai!

/ˈai/

Ouch!

Nîdh!

/ˈni:ð/

Wow!

Elo!

/ˈɛ.lɔ/

I’m here to save you

Odulen an edraith angin

/ˈɔ.du.lɛn an ˈɛd.rajθ ˈaŋ.gin/

I’m here to save you

Odulen an edraith anlen

/ˈɔ.du.lɛn an ˈɛd.rajθ ˈan.lɛn/

Sorry

Goheno nin

/ˈgɔ.hɛ.nɔ ˈnin/

Please

An ngell nîn

/aŋŋ ˈgɛl̡l ˈni:n/

I love you

Gi melin

/gi ˈmɛ.lin

I don’t speak Elvish

Ú-bedin edhellen

/ˈuˑ.bɛ.din ɛ.ˈðɛl̡.lɛn/

I speak Elvish

Pedin edhellen

/ˈpɛ.din ɛ.ˈðɛl̡.lɛn/

I am ___

Im ___

/ˈim/

I don’t know

Ú-iston

/uˑ.ˈis.tɔn/

I know

Iston

/ˈis.tɔn/

My Lady

Hiril vuin

/ˈhi.ril̡ ˈvujn/

My lord

Hîr vuin

/ˈhi:r ˈvujn/

My child

Henig

/ˈhɛ.nig/

My son

Ionneg

/ˈjɔn.nɛg/

My daughter

Iellig

/ˈjɛl̡.lig/

Daddy

Ada

/ˈa.da/

Mommy

Nana

/ˈna.na/

Have joy and laughter

Savo 'lass a lalaith

/ˈsa.vɔ ˈlass a ˈla.lajθ/

I must go

Boe i 'waen

/ˈbɔɛ i ˈwaɛn/

My heart shall weep until I see you again

Guren *níniatha n'i lû n'i a-govenitham

/ˈgu.rɛn niˑ.ˈni.a.θa ni ˈlu: ni a.gɔ.ˈvɛ.ni.θam/

Sleep well

Losto vae

/ˈlɔs.tɔ ˈvaɛ/

Rest well

Posto vae

/ˈpɔs.tɔ ˈvaɛ/

Sweet dreams

Ollo vae

/ˈɔl.lɔ ˈvaɛ/

Until next we meet

Na lû e-govaned vîn

/na ˈlu: ɛ.ˈgɔ.va.nɛd ˈvi:n/

Until then

N'i lû tôl

/ni ˈlu: ˈtɔ:l/

Until tomorrow

Abarad

/ˈa.ba.rad/

God dammit this is getting popular again but it has my old URL 🌚🌝

ragechi  asked:

Mad props on the guard cosplay looks aces, is a joy to see more lasses embracing and showing of there hammer nerd!

thank you so much!!! yeaaah, defo wanna break down the barrier that warhammer is just for guys… it can be a little intimidating to get into ngl

but thank you so much for this message! <3

Kurt Cobain’s suicide note.

(I’m gonna try to figure out what it says sorry if I get something wrong)
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To Buddha,

Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complainer. This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the punk rock 101 course over the years. Since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embarrassment of your community has proven to be very true. I haven’t fled the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things. For example when we’re backstage and the lights go out and the maniac roar of the crowd begins it doesn’t affect me the way in which it did for Freddy Mercury who seemed to love. Relish in the love and adora lion front the crowd. Which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is I can’t fool you. Anyone if you it simply isn’t fair to you orine. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I’m having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch in time clock before I walk out in stage. I’ve tried everything witching my power to appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they’re gone. I’m too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I once had as a child. On our last 3 yours I’ve had much better appreciation for all the people I’ve known personally and as fans of our music, but I still can’t set over the frustration, the guilt, and empathy I have for everyone. There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, pisces, jesus man! Why don’t you just enjoy it? I don’t know! I had a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy… And a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be. Full of love and joy, lassing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can’t stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable self destructive, death rocker that I’ve become. I have it good. Very good. And I’m grateful, but since the age of seven I’ve become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along and have empathy. Empathy! Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I’m too much of an erratic, moody, baby! I don’t have the passion anymore and se remember. It’s better to burn out than to fade away. Peace love, empathy.
-Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, I’ll be at your altar.
Please keep going Courtney.
For Frances
For her life which will be so much happier without me. I love you I love you!

“The day I dropped out of college I remember lying on my bed, my mother came into my room and she had been crying. She stared at me for a long time and then she said, ‘You only have one shot at life, Georgia, this is no dress rehearsal.’ And I said, 'You know what mom? Maybe I don’t even want to be in the play.’ A month later I was killed. I wonder sometimes if someone was listening.”

- George Lass, Dead Like Me 1x14