#french was a lot for me

[bandzboy]

korean is probably the most fun language i have ever tried to learn the way that i still haven't given up on it and i still study every day says a lot 😭

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"

Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.

imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws

[posalis]

challengers twitter pointed out something very cool: art's coach speaking to him in german!

the subs says "just invite her to serve." (which doesn't make any sense? and art doesn't even go to her after that lmao?) but he apparently actually says "wirf den ball etwas höher." which means "throw the ball a little higher.".

so art knows what patrick's house looks like which means he went there, he understands when his coach speaks to him in german and he's the only one who can pronounce "zweig", a german surname, the right way.

art learning german for patrick and spending holidays with him and his family is canon, i don't make the rules.

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[egophiliac]

oh no, I love them

(super quick doodles done between other stuff, there will be better things later I promise :')

[sovamurka]

Um, so somehow we ended up with "Ma Meilleure Ennemie" getting so many views that for now its only competitor in this regard is "To Ashes and Blood".

[otaku553]

Kind of enjoyed his character teaser! :)

I think Lyney will be pretty interesting especially if he’s the main character introducing us to Fontaine (similarly to like collei and tighnari being the first characters for sumeru). The relationship between magic and law to the truth are very counter to each other, because magic presents falsehood as the truth while law is meant to uncover the truth and judge impartially based on it. I think the fact that we’re seeing a family of magicians in our first banner instead of a judge or a lawyer means a lot of fun things are in store for the Fontaine justice system in terms of how it handles falsehoods presented to it and how it judges what it perceives to be truth.

[shima-draws]

Watched the MLB movie and I just. I WANT to gush about it but the fact that Marinette’s regular voice actor and her singing voice actor sound SO different just took me out of it every time and left me feeling very disengaged;; At least Adrien’s singing voice kind of sounds like his speaking voice (and Gabriel’s is 👌 bc my king Keith Silverstein can actually sing and he can sing REALLY fucking well) but Marinette’s. The voices are COMPLETELY different and it threw me off every single time. Like obviously her singing voice is really good and I understand why they picked that person to do her songs but bro you could have at least TRIED to get someone that sounds similar to Cristina Vee. It drove me nuts every time she sang bc I was like “That is CLEARLY a different person entirely!!”

I’m realizing this might have been a dubbing issue but still 😭 I feel like I would have enjoyed the movie way more if it didn’t look like Marinette was lip syncing the entire time bc there was such a huge disconnect between her speaking and singing voice

[james-p-sullivan]

okay so in french baguette means wand/rod and it’s not solely used for bread like in english

but even so seeing red call it his ice baguette makes me cry laugh

[sugoi-writes]

Reader being so excited to go on a lil Date with Alastor, having learned little tidbits in French to woo him... But there are tricky things called double entendre!

(went with 'cher' when referring to one another... Is there a gender neutral alternative to cher/chérie? Asking for an Enby ;;-;;) Short snack below!

On your little walk together, you couldn't help yourself. As you head towards a little diner, you grasp Alastor's arm tightly, saying,"Je suis excité, cher!" in the sweetest, most bubbly tone. Only now, Alastor's face was painted a deep, beet red. When you pester him, he keeps brushing you off, trying not to laugh.

When the both of you finally settle in a booth inside, with your respective drinks, you feel giddy all over again. Quickly, you say that you're excited again (you think) in French. Alastor just grabs your hand, trying not to stare too intently. And teasingly, he drawls out, eyelids lowered," Ouiii~?"

You happily agree, just as food arrives. As your date at the diner goes off without a hitch, you still have NO idea why Alastor seems to be holding back laughs. Was it your accent? Was it the way you spoke? Surely, you practiced your French well enough to get it right!

But regardless of your racing thoughts, you both have a great time, not a care in the world! Maybe your French practice seemed to pay off after all...

❤️

On the way to the next location, you feel a little warm, shuddering beside Alastor. You start to take off your jacket, sighing in relief. While giving him a casual side glance, you say," Ugggh, Alastor, je suis chaud! Aren't you?"

And then, not a moment later, the two of you are teleported via shadows into an alleyway. Alastor simply clicks his tongue at you, hands on his hips. You're left very confused when Alastor pins you against the wall, gently pressing you against the cool brick building.

"You have no idea what you're saying to me, do you?" Alastor teases, his eyes never once leaving yours.

Still oblivious, you repeat yourself," Je suis chaud! Chaud!! I'm hot, Alastor!"

A kiss to your cheek, before a nip is placed at your jawline," Dear, that would be J'ai chaud... You said that you were... 'hot'; bothered..."

Alastor can only grin as he keeps kissing down your neck, reveling in your squirming," That's not what I meant! Honestly-- Ahh! Alastor--!!!"

Alastor places a deep kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder, suckling to elicit a moan. When he's successful, he pulls off of you with a wet 'pop'. He glances over your pestering, continuing his exploits.

"Je suis excité... That would mean I'm horny, cher..."

Alastor levels you with a look that could make any person cave in. A taloned hand comes to your jaw, cradling your face as you're forced to look up to him.

"So what is it then... Are you 'excited' now?" Alastor purrs, leaving your mind blank and throat dry. You sputter for a moment, unsure if an alleyway is a great place for a romp. But, it was quite rare to see Alastor worked up like this... Inadvertantly, your French did have an affect on him.

You bite your lip regardless of your thoughts, nodding feverishly,"...O...Oui..." When Alastor brings you closer, your body flush against his, his intentions are made crystal clear.

"Alors ferme tes yeux et laisse-moi t'embrasser, cher~"

Did you know what that meant? No.

Did you hope it was permission to fuck you? He didn't need it, it was already granted.

You decided to not pester him about the phrase for now, opting to use your mouth to woo Alastor in a different way...

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Translations:

Je suis excité - I'm horny

Je suis chaud - I'm hot/horny

J'ai chaud - I'm hot (in a temperature type way)

Alors ferme tes yeux et laisse-moi t'embrasser - (loosely, thanks to Google Translate): Then close your eyes and let me kiss you.

[raspberryusagi]

Me, rambling to my wife about this crackpot theory I came up with in the shower about how Les Miserables may have been an answer to The Count of Monte Cristo, or at least could be read as such: ... But then Valjean didn't personally screw Javert over like Dantes' enemies did-

My wife: Are you sure Valjean didn't screw Javert? I thought I read that on AO3 once.

[dnalt-d2]

Alright-y, so in case anyone missed it, we've recently gotten some information from Quackity that he's most likely doing some new project, that seems to involve multiple languages, once again. Kinda like QSMP?

Maybe EXACTLY like QSMP…????

Or maybe not

Basically, the way I see it, it is pretty likely that this is QSMP-Related, what with the images that he's been posting recently, with the GODDAMN EYE GUY

However, even if it is QSMP-related, there is something that would need to be addressed

And that's that it's incredibly unlikely we'd be getting QSMP back in the form we knew it as

Honestly, I don't really see many of the Admins returning, Egg or otherwise. Whether it's by their own choice, or the choice of the powers-that-be. And I think we all know that all the Admins, Egg or otherwise, were a huge part of what made QSMP special

In addition to that, there's also a chance that with that sort of outcome, a lot of the Creators wouldn't be coming back either. I could kinda see some of them not returning even if the Admins DO come back. I know a few of them had more sour experiences with QSMP than others did, and I couldn't really blame them for not wanting to give it another shot

So even if this is QSMP, there's a HIGH chance it won't be the same server we knew

But I don't necessarily think that's a bad thing. After all, I'm pretty sure the Eggs weren't initially MEANT to be as big as they were, which means that there HAD to be some plans for other stuff at one point or another

Hopefully…

Now obviously this is ALLL just, as usual, ✧˚⊹SPECULATION~!⊹˚✧

I'm not a psychic, and I don't know jack-all about what's been going on behind the scenes regarding QSMP or anything Quackity-related. I'm just making educated guesses and reminding everyone to temper their expectations, and try not to be too disappointed if this isn't exactly what you were hoping for

Because even if it isn't, I think it could still be something pretty fun, and I'll probably at least give it a chance regardless of whatever it winds up being

(Except maybe Purgatory 3, because I think I had enough of those vibes during my recent Purgatory 1 Re-Watch)

…

(Oh who am I kidding I'd probably end up checking out Purgatory 3 at least once I have a problem okay???)

[mintaikk]

Looking at this image makes me feel violated

[seabirdtxt]

Wish Upon

Wanderer takes a chance at catching a fallen star and earning himself a blessing from Celestia. It may be his only true chance at obtaining a heart.

Notes: Stardust AU! no use of 'y/n'. only very vaguely related to actual Stardust, this will veer off into its own thing pretty quickly. :3c

WC. 1.4k

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For as long as he has existed, the puppet has wanted a heart. As time crawls on, he moves from one name to the next, each with its own lived experiences.

He is just a Wanderer, now. After everything, fate decided he still wasn’t done with the world just yet. In the wake of his defeat at the Traveler’s hands, and his subsequent ‘adoption’ by the Dendro archon, Wanderer thought his aspirations of obtaining a heart were behind him.

Until he hears the rumors of a star being knocked loose from the heavens.

There are all sorts of myths attached to falling stars, they are said to be manifestations of Celestia’s favor, granted to those who have earned a boon from divinity greater than even the archons. They come in the form of blessings of strength, in star-forged weaponry, incomparable wealth, and fame. A wish to be granted beyond the bearer’s wildest imagination.

Which is why, when Wanderer sees the star falter in the sky before beginning its descent, he decides he wants that blessing for himself.

The journey to the edge of Liyue is a blur, quite literally in Wanderer’s case as he rides the wind at the fastest speed he could muster. The shine of stargold in the distance growing ever fainter as he races toward it. Dawn is just beginning to break when finally, finally, he stumbles upon the crash site.

That’s where he sees you, standing amidst the rubble and overturned trees, sitting in the glowing crater and cradling a nasty gash on your head. A stranger, with strange clothes, and a strange, dim glow in the morning light.

For a moment he’s angry, wondering how you could have gotten here before him, before he is overtaken by reluctant concern. He allows himself to land, stepping lightly as he comes to your side.

“What’s wrong?” he asks none too gently, uncaring of being rude to a newcomer, and crossing his arms as a frown overtakes his features. He nearly startles when you look up at him, and the light from the rising sun makes it seem like your eyes shine.

“They attacked me,” you explain, sniffing sadly as you rub your injury, spreading blood over your skin with the careless motion. With a noise of disgust, Wanderer reaches down and yanks your hand away, ignoring your weak cry of protest, and cleans the blood from your head with the edge of his own sleeve.

“You’re going to make it worse, idiot,” he scoffs. After he’s sure you won’t try to touch the injury again, he rips a strip from his own sleeve and uses it to bandage your head with perfunctory gestures. When he’s done, he stands up straight and admires his own first aid skills. “Alright, now that that’s taken care of, who attacked you?”

You smile at him gratefully, running your fingertips along the edge of the cloth. You draw your hand away before he can berate you for touching the site again. “There were people, with masks on,” you tell him. “They took something very important from me…”

“Treasure hoarders,” Wanderer guesses, looking over the edge of the crater to see if the group had left any traces. “I’m assuming you’re talking about the fallen star, right? You’re pretty naïve at best to have come out here without a weapon or fighting experience, and you’re an imbecile at worst. Really, you’re just lucky they didn’t kill you outright for your stupidity.”

You don’t respond, biting your lip to hide the tremble as his harsh words wash over you. Wanderer almost falters at your pathetic expression, but catches himself before he can do anything irrational, like try to comfort you.

“It doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head, the bells on his head ringing in the early dawn. He turns and begins walking away with lazy strides. “I took care of you, so stop whining like a baby and go home, already. I’m going to go find those treasure hoarders. See ya.”

“Wait!” He hears you scramble behind him, but he doesn't bother turning around until you’ve caught up. “Wait, I have to come with you!”

Wanderer’s eyes narrow in annoyance. “I promise that you really don’t,” he snaps.

“What are you gonna do with a star-core by itself?” You counter, hands on your hips. “You’re looking to get a wish granted, right? A core on its own can’t do anything, someone has to wield it.”

“You mean like a catalyst?” Wanderer drawls while summoning his own weapon, the bell giving a faint chime.

“Sort of!” You nod hastily. “But each core is keyed to its specific owner, so you won’t be able to use it.”

“And how do I know you’re telling the truth?” Wanderer raises a single eyebrow, feeling the irritation bubble up further inside him. “For all I know, you could be after the star to take that wish for yourself. I won’t babysit you the whole way just for you to steal it from me at the last second.”

“We'll, if I’m lying, you can…” You trail off, gesturing wildly with open palms. “Leave me in the middle of nowhere! You said it yourself, I’m unarmed and helpless, and I have no way of knowing where you’d go. Please? I promise I’ll keep up!”

Wanderer doesn’t move as he gives you a long, considering look. In all honesty, if you do end up trying to rob him he knows you don’t actually stand a chance against him in a fight. The only thing he would have to lose, is time.

“Fine,” Wanderer turns away, resuming his pace. “Don’t slow me down, and don’t annoy me.”

There’s rapid footsteps as you hurry to fall into line beside him. “I get the feeling you’re the kind of guy who’s easily annoyed?” You ask, which Wanderer refuses to justify with a response.

For almost an hour the silence persists, to Wanderer’s relief. Tracking the treasure hoarders is a bit harder than he anticipated, finding traces of several individual groups scattered around the immediate area. Eventually, he deems one group of footprints as the most recent, and begins following them.

Most annoyingly, he cannot fly as long as you’re accompanying him. Well, he could, technically, but what if you’re telling the truth? He may need your help achieving his goal after all, so ditching you would do him no good. Besides, you’ve been behaving yourself so far. Relatively speaking.

He steals a glance in your direction, watching as you pick a leaf off some plant and put it in your mouth. He would be worried about potential poisoning, but he recognizes it as a berry plant, and he lets you chew on the leaf. He looks on with mild amusement as your face scrunches up and you open your mouth to stick your tongue out, carefully peeling the half-chewed leaf out of your mouth and putting it back on the ground.

“Having fun over there?” He asks, snickering as you jump in surprise at his sudden vocalization.

“I thought the leaf would taste as good as the fruit,” you reply with a shrug. “I tried a rock earlier, too, but it was too hard to properly crunch. It tasted like salt, though.”

“Are you a dog?? Stop putting random things in your mouth for no reason.” Wanderer sighs, walking over to you and grabbing your wrist. He drags you over to another plant, this one with a tall cluster of blue flowers on it. He picks a few leaves off and shoves them in your mouth just as you’re about to say something. “Here, have this one.”

He lets go of you as you chew on the leaves, a look of wonder on your face. You give him a broad grin, picking the rest of the leaves off the plant and holding them close to your chest.

“These ones taste good!” You say after swallowing. “What are they?”

Wanderer can only give you a blank stare. “Are you serious? You don’t know what mint is?”

“I don’t know what anything is!” You answer cheerfully, putting another mint leaf in your mouth. “I’ve never been here before!”

“What? You’re kidding, right?” Wanderer thinks he may be in over his head right now. He absolutely did not sign up for this. “But you know what salt is, you just admitted it yourself before!”

You laugh at his disbelieving expression. “Of course I know that! There’s salt in space.”

“Space?!”

“Uh-huh,” you nod quickly, seemingly oblivious to how confused Wanderer is becoming. “That’s where I’m from! You know, because I’m a star!”

You’re a what?!

[extravaganstar]

A Past DM movie adaptation focused on a vampire ripped from dehli, ex child prostitute, ex sex slave and art muse, ex cult victim, theater kid, saw games connoisseur, technology enthusiasts, liar, killer (ecc.) who falls in love with a drug addict journalist in the 80s asking the vampire to turn him again and again would unironically slap so hard. Something slow and with an outstanding photography made of dark brown silhouettes and reds and greens and deep yellows.

Literally ending with the memory wiping. Half romance half noir half thriller. Focusing on the drug/dance scene of the 80s. Mania, illness, the need to evade life and having your golden ticket right there but the monster wants you to live!!! The monster is there in the drug hen with you!! In the dark rooms in your home in your bed in your first wife face!!! The devil on your shoulder!!!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

From the same Storm mini-series 🥹

THE FAM 🥺