I want an au where Draco hits on Harry but in other languages (he's had to learn them because he's a Malfoy but literally no one else at hogwarts knows them) like Celtic or Gaelic, even like ... Yiddish. And he does it so flawlessly too and it's working perfectly for a while until Malfoy moves onto Igbo (a South African tribal language), not realizing that Hermione is fluent and she's forced to listen to this poor boy and his comments until one day she gets so fed up she starts screaming at him across the table in Igbo at the top of her lungs and then malfoy just squeaks but Dean hears and all of a sudden their having a three way argument in Igbo and everyone else is just like ...
The Asháninka or Asháninca (also known by the exonym “Campa” or “Kampa”, which is considered derogatory) are an indigenous people living in the rainforests of Peru and in the State of Acre Brazil.
The Asháninka (their name means: our kinsmen) are estimated between 25,000 and 45,000. Only a few hundred of these live on the Brazilian side of the border. That means that among the 300,000 native people from 65 different ethnic groups in the Peruvian Amazon, the Asháninka are the second largest indigenous group, the Quechua being the largest.
Ashaninka Indians apply face-paint each day, in a design that reflects their mood. Made from the seeds of the Urucum plant, the paint has a rich, red color. Men take just as much care of their appearance as women.
Dear society I am not your mascot. The term redskin dates to the 1700’s when white men paid a bounty for the bloody scalps of Indians. It was not and will never be a term of endearment or honor. For once we Natives are standing up trying to educate and make a difference. Don’t silence us with your white tears. In the 1800’s the military’s policy toward Indigenous peoples, “the only good Indian is a dead Indian.” This mantra, popular at the time was supported by none other than Theodore Roosevelt and Andrew Jackson. “Kill the Indian, save the man.” The motto of army officer Richard Pratt, founder of Carlisle Indian Boarding School. Ripping young Native children from their mother’s arms; forcing them to cut their hair; prohibiting any tribal language, clothing and dancing. Stripping them of their cultural heritage. They tried to vanquish us, exterminate like a locust. The disease of the western world etched on our very souls.
Genocide. Suicide. Assimilation. These few words root themselves within Indian Country today.
Dear women who dress as sexy Indian girls for Halloween, I am not a costume. Within the last 30 years more than 1,000 aboriginal women are dead or missing in Canada. Native women aren’t sex objects so don’t perpetuate this idea. Real regalia has spiritual meaning. Hearts pound to the beat of the drum. Respect our culture, it is sacred. Stop romanticizing colonization. The actual story of Pocahontas is not a happy one! She was kidnapped and flaunted around as an example of how savages can be saved by the white man, all while her people were viciously murdered. We don’t need saving from a white man, we are capable of saving ourselves. As constant as the sun setting and the moon looming over the night sky we will persevere.
I am Ojibwe. I am educated. I am active. I am healthy. I am still here!
A poem I wrote for my Oral Interpretation of Literature class.
idk what I’m doing anymore, but hey this is sort a soulmate au.
Based on Twilight’s imprinting idea and the
Quileute tribe depicted in the movie.
Waves of heat and anger and fear rolled through his body.
His vision blurred and it took everything in him to keep from tearing his room
apart. He scrambled out, knocking everything over until he was able to get out
of the house and stumble over the yard. Pain was coursing through him, it felt
like his muscles were tearing apart, like his bones were breaking, but he
couldn’t even scream.
It was the middle of the night so thankfully no one was
outside. Suddenly, his body contorted, his vision went white and the next thing
he knew he was looking down at a pair of furry black paws. He could smell
things, hear things he hadn’t two seconds ago.
His body wasn’t his. He was conscious of his thoughts, but
they were vague and choppy, overwhelmed by feelings of anger, an urge to run,
and urge to howl and fight. He went with his instinct, not even pausing to
wonder what the hell had just happened to him and ran.
He ran fast, his paws throwing dirt up behind him. The
forest blurred past him, as he ran wherever his instincts were taking him.
Suddenly a strong force knocked him sideways and he yelped
in surprise. He looked up at a large grey wolf, its teeth bared so far back,
its bright red gums glistened menacingly. But he wasn’t going to back down to
some random wolf.
He snapped his jaw, allowing every ounce of animalistic
instinct to take over whatever bit of human conscience he had left. The next
thing he knew, his own muzzle was covered in blood, and he was stumbling
through the trees, tired and worn out. He let out a howl that echoed through
the forest and ended in his own human voice. He was coughing, gasping for
breath, wondering why he couldn’t feel the cold if he was completely naked.
And most of all he wanted to know what the hell had just
happened to him.
The sun filtered through his room, waking him up barely in
time to get ready for school. Will sat up and groaned, rushing to pull on his
jeans, a jacket over his t-shirt, and then his sneakers before rushing out of
“Will, sweetheart, wait!” his mom called after him. She
stopped him before he bolted out the door and held up some waffles in a napkin.
“At least eat these on the way,” she said.
Will sighed and smiled at his mother. “Thanks, Momma. I love
you!” He kissed her cheek and ran out of the house, letting the screen door
slam a little too hard behind him. “Sorry, Momma!” he called as he raced to the
school, munching on his waffles.
It wasn’t until he’d finally sat down in his seat a few
minutes before the bell that he took a moment to realize there was a lot of
tension around him. A group of kids were huddled together in the back,
whispering. Will couldn’t hear them, but they looked tense and upset.
Another girl came in, looking troubled and when she saw
them, she sighed in relief. “Hey guys,” she breathed. “Have you seen Bryce?”
One girl stood and furrowed her eyebrows. “Let’s go talk
okay?” Will furrowed his eyebrows as he watched the interaction and followed
them as they left the room.
Then the teacher came into the room and immediately began
class. The entire day, there was a strange sort of unease for a few students.
The girl that had walked into the classroom had gone home early, and Will saw
her with puffy red eyes as she passed him in the halls.
When school was over, much to Will’s relief because the
tension building in the student body was starting to make him panic, he was
further confused when he saw his mom waiting at the front. Several parents were
waiting at the front of the school, actually. And that’s when Will realized something
horrible was happening.
“Mom? What’s going on? Everyone’s freaking out.”
“They found a body in the woods,” she said tensely. “Bryce.”
Will’s eyebrows went up, his stomach churned.
Ever since the skypeople first came down everything seemed to flip. But somehow you couldn’t stay away from the drop ship. They were so new, so different.
You were a grounder that was hypnotized with what was before. The history of the earth. You’ve read hundreds upon thousands of books. Thanks to your uncle who taught you everything.
You always wondered of what space was. What lies in far beyond the sky. The day the ship came down you found yourself creeping in the trees just to observe them. To see what they where like.
You sat on a branch as you saw all the teenagers on the ground. But only one seemed to gain your attention. He had this dark aura radiating off him. For weeks John Murphy felt as if something or someone was watching him or all of them. But then he saw you. He wasn’t suppose to see you but somehow he found out about you.
Note: light pink refers to this vowel as an allophonic variant. Dark pink is a phonemic vowel. French is represented here, but its vowel is nasal and not oral.
Present in some english dialects, some french dialects, Valencian, hungarian, some norwegian dialects (also formerly in Danish), persian, dari, tajik, uzbekh, assamese, khmer, and other scattered tribal languages.
Happy (late Halloween)!!! Enjoy (or rather, be scared shitless of this scary ass tunnel). (Also, I didn’t take these pictures. They’re from Google Images, and I for one am smart enough to NOT go into a long tunnel, such as the Hoosac (shown in all these images) (which is roughly 4.75 miles long, and at one time in the late 1800’s early 1900’s was the longest tunnel in the world.
(By the way, only the 2nd, and 4th pictures were taken by people in the middle of the tunnel. The other couple of pictures were taken with natural light near the West end, or East end Portals of the tunnel. I only know that because the descriptions explained that.)
The tunnel shown here is the Hoosac Tunnel, in North Adams, Massachusetts, and in Florida, Massachusetts on the other side of the portal. Originally built by the Boston And Maine Railroad, it is now currently owned, operated, and used by Pan Am Railways and Norfolk Southern.
Hoosac means “forbidden” in local Native American Tribal languages. In the construction of this tunnel, over 125 people died due to collapses, cave ins, water leakage (Still a problem today. You can see puddles of water on the sides of the track.)
The original B&M mainline thru Hoosac was actually double tracked, and had overhead wires for electric locomotives because steam engines couldn’t go thru a tunnel this long without possible suffocation of crews and passengers. Too much smoke and carbon monoxide prevented steam engines from going in by themselves so they lashed up electrics which pulled the steam trains thru the tunnels. Quite the unique operation, really. Not a lot of places in the world where electrics pulled steam trains due to long tunnels.
Because of the high rate of deaths in the making of this tunnel, many people speculate that this tunnel is haunted, and thousands of people have been stupid enough to go into this tunnel and try and get a few spooks.
This may be a cool and potentially scary tunnel, but for your own safety, don’t go in there. There are too many trains that go thru that tunnel every day, and overall it’s simply too dangerous. Suffocation from diesel fumes can also be possible.
Another hour of failures and cursing in his tribal language. All Rah'kumnatar had was an old manuscript with a basic healing spell. He knew he could do it. The magic was running in his veins. But he couldn't unleash it. He raised his head a bit because he sensed something. He turned around and saw a female Yordle coming his way. He couldn't sense what type of magic she was using, so he stood cautious, ready for a possible fight. (the-fox-archer)
The chanting and failures of the visitor began to annoy kaurai. She exited he house and only had to take a few steps to find him doing his ritual. He got up and was cautious around her as he should be. She glared right at him her eyes peirceing right through him, he didn’t even hear a word form her but he knew she didn’t want him here.
Native women compete in first Miss Indigenous Ecuador contest
A 19-year-old woman was crowned the first Miss Indigenous Ecuador on Friday. Jenny Guillin, who represents the Puruhá people, took home the title after 11 participants showcased their tribal cultures and languages in the inaugural pageant. Organizers now hope she will secure a spot in the national Miss Ecuador competition.
This helmet was hammered from thin metal and decorated with repousse designs. Plain bands crisscross and encircle it, dividing the helmet into quadrants. A square opening has been cut away in the front for the face. Each quadrant contains a motif of three schematically rendered men beneath a “sun circle” ringed with dots. These lively human figures with their arms raised and one foot lifted off the ground seem to be engaged in an ecstatic dance. Dances such as these are described by Roman writers who observed the bellicose customs of the Celtiberians. Two projections along the transversal band of the helmet indicate that it once included an attached ornament or crest.
The Celtiberians were Celtic-speaking people of the Iberian Peninsula in the final centuries BC. These tribes spoke the Celtiberian language. Extant tribal names include the Arevaci, Belli, Titti, Lusones, and Berones. Celtiberians were celebrated for their fine weapons and armor.
Afrikaans : Ek het jou liefe Afrikaans : Ek is lief vir jou Albanian : Te Dashuroj Alsacien : Ich hoan dich gear Amharic : Afekrishalehou Arabic : Ana Behibak (to a male) Arabic : Ana Behibek (to a female) Arabic (Formal Arabic) : OOHEBOKI (to a female) Arabic (Formal Arabic) : OOHEBOKA (to a male) Arabic : Ib'n hebbak. Arabic : Ana Ba-heb-bak Arabic : nhebuk Australian Aboriginal: Kungkungullun Ngune bari ( A Sudanese Language) : Nan nyanyar do (I love you) Nan nyanyar do parik (I love you very much ) basc : Nere Maitea batak : Holong rohangku di ho bavarian : I mog di narrisch gern bengali : Ami tomAy bhAlobAshi bengali : Ami tomake bhalobashi. berber : Lakh tirikh bicol : Namumutan ta ka binary: 01001001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110 (Thank you, Roger) bulgarian : Obicham te cambodian : Bon sro lanh oon cambodian : kh_nhaum soro_lahn nhee_ah canadian French : Sh'teme (spoken, sounds like this) cantonese : Ngo oi ney catalan : T'estim (mallorcan) catalan : T'estim molt (I love you a lot) catalan : T'estime (valencian) catalan : T'estimo (catalonian) chinese : Wo ie ni croatian : LJUBim te czech : miluji te czech : MILUJU TE! (colloquial form) danish : Jeg elsker dig dutch : Ik houd van jou english : I Love You esperanto : Mi amas vin estonian : Mina armastan sind estonian : Ma armastan sind faroese: Eg elski teg (pronounced Eh els-cheh teh) farsi : Tora dust midaram farsi : Asheghetam farsi (Persian) : doostat dAram filipino : Mahal ka ta filipino : Iniibig Kita finnish : Mina" rakastan sinua flemish : Ik zie oe geerne french : Je t'aime frisian : Ik hald fan dy gaelic : Tha gradh agam ort georgia : Shen me mikvarhar german : Ich liebe Dich greek : S’ ayapo greek : (Ego) philo su (ego is only needed for emphasis) gujrati : Hoon tane pyar karoochhoon. hausa : Ina sonki hebrew : Ani ohev otach (male to female) hebrew : Ani ohev otcha (male to male) hebrew : Ani ohevet otach (female to female) hebrew : Ani ohevet otcha (female to male) hindi : Mae tumko pyar kia hindi : My tumko pyar karta hu hindi : Main tumse pyar karta hoon. hindi : Ham Tomche Payer Kortahe hindi : Mai tumse peyar karta hnu. hindi(Kannada) : Naanu ninnannu premisuththene hokkien : Wa ai lu hopi : Nu’ umi unangwa'ta hungarian : Szeretlek “yes, peter it’s great :)” hungarian : Szeretlek te'ged icelandic : M-Ig elska M-~ig icelandic : Eg elska thig indi : Mai tujhe pyaar kartha hoo indonesian : Saja kasih saudari indonesian : Saya Cinta Kamu indonesian : Saya cinta padamu indonesian : Aku cinta padamu irish : taim i’ ngra leat italian : ti amo (if it’s a relationship/lover/spouse) italian : ti voglio bene (if it’s a friend, or relative) japanese : Kimi o ai shiteru japanese : Watakushi-wa anata-wo ai shimasu javanese : Kulo tresno kiswahili : Nakupenda klingon : qabang klingon : qaparHa’ (depends where you are in the galaxy) korean : Tangsinul sarang ha yo korean : Nanun tongshinun sarang hamnida kurdish : Ez te hezdikhem (?) lao : Khoi huk chau latin : Te amo latin : Vos amo latin : (Ego) amo te (ego, for emphasis) latvian : Es tevi Mlu (s teh-vih me-lu) lingala : Nalingi yo lithuanian : TAVE MYLIU ( ta-ve mee-lyu ) luo : Aheri madrid lingo : Me molas, tronca malay : Saya cintamu malay : Saya sayangmu malay/Indonesian : Aku sayang enkow malay/Indonesian : Sayah Chantikan Awah mandarin : Wo ai ni mohawk : Konoronhkwa navaho : Ayor anosh'ni ndebele : Niyakutanda nepali : Ma timilai maya garchu, Ma timilai man parauchu norwegian : Eg elskar deg (Nynorsk) norwegian : Jeg elsker deg (Bokmaal) (pronounced: yai elske dai) osetian : Aez dae warzyn pakistani : Muje se mu habbat hai persian : doostat daaram (written), dooset daaram (spoken) polish : Kocham Cie polish : Ja cie kocham portuguese : Eu te amo romanian : Te iu besc russian : Ya vas lyublyu russian (malincaya) : Ya Tibieh Lublue. russian : Y'a liou-bliou tibya russian : Ya vac loobyoo russian : Ya tebya loobyoo russian : Ya l'ubl'u t'ebya russian : Ju ljublju tebja! russian : LJUBLJU TEBJA! russian : ya lyublyu tebya russian : Ya polubeel s'tebya. russian : ya tebya ljublju scot Gaelic : tha gaol agam ort serbian : LUBim te. serbocroatian : volim te shona : Ndinokuda sinhalese : Mama oyata adarei sioux : Techihhila slovak : lubim ta slovene : ljubim te spanish : Te quiero (I really-really care for you) spanish : Te Amo (I love you) srilankan : Mama Oyata Arderyi sudanese ( Bari ) : Nan nyanyar do (I love you) Nan nyanyar do parik (I love you very much ) swahili : Naku penda (followed by the person’s name) swedish : Jag älskar Dig swiss-German : Ch'ha di ga"rn syrian/Lebanes : BHEBBEK (to a female) syrian/Lebanes : BHEBBAK (to a male) tagalog : Mahal kita tamil : Naan unni kathilikaran. tamil : Ni yaanai kaadli karen. tcheque : MILUJI TE^ telugu : Neenu ninnu pra'mistu'nnanu telugu/india : Nenu Ninnu Premistunnanu thai : Ch'an Rak Khun thai : Phom Rak Khun tigrigna/ Eritrea, East Africa: yefqreki iye (to a female) tigrigna/ Eritrea, East Africa: yefqreka iye (to a male) tunisian : Ha eh bak turkish : Seni seviyorum urdu : Mujge tumae mahabbat hai uzbek : Man seni sevaman vietnamese : Em ye^u anh (woman to man) vietnamese : Toi yeu em vietnamese : Anh ye^u em (man to woman) vlaams : Ik hue van ye welsh : ‘Rwy'n dy garu di. welsh : Yr wyf i yn dy garu di (chwi) xhosa (South African tribal language): Mna Intando Wena yiddish : Ich libe dich yiddish : Ich han dich lib yugoslavian : Ya te volim zazi : Ezhele hezdege (sp?) zuni : Tom ho’ ichema
The traditional arts of building canoes and fishing traps, making rabbit fur blankets, and pine nut picking are celebrated in the Washoe Tribe of Nevada and California’s Language Program.Through these activities, the tribe’s youngest children are not only learning their language, they are becoming cultural leaders in their communities.
Arlene Blackdeer, a language apprentice for the Hoocak Waaziija Haci Language Division of the Ho-Chunk Nation, shares her experience and community’s effort to bring back and revitalize the Ho-Chunk language. This story is part of The Ways, an ongoing series on culture and language from Native communities around the central Great Lakes.