#he is not french not sure but..

[ddeltacrane]

"Green-eyed French boy got me trippin'" 🤣🤣🤣

[tiger-grace]

Steph: I think we should eat the rich

Bruce, a billionaire, sitting in his grand dining hall with his expensively hobbied family living in a multi million dollar manor, being attended to by a family butler: …that’s great, honey

[exasperatedoctopus]

On a scale from completely cutting them out of your life and moving to the other end of the galaxy (Julian) to subconsciously metamorphosing into a murderous goo creature and attacking them on sight (Odo), how well do you deal with your garbage-tier parental figure?

[fluentisonus]

[tunapesto]

[ahalliance]

antoine + étoiles insane moments, p.2. aka the ass saga. p1 here

transcript + context for some of the clips below

[Video Transcript:

[First clip plays.]

Rivenzi: You want to see Etoiles’ ass, of course…

Antoine: Yeah, I’m gonna stare at your ass, Etoiles…

Etoiles: Fuck, what dread, during Popcorn [a talkshow Etoiles had been invited on the previous week], when I went up to the map and you said that, and I thought ‘whoa—‘

Antoine: Sorry

[Second clip plays: the moment during Popcorn]

PA/Domingo: Antoine Daniel has posted a tweet for us: ‘I wanted to look at this map of Africa, but Etoiles’ ass in the shape of a standing bell is driving me crazy. Smiley face with eyes in the shape of hearts.’

[Third clip plays: a continuation of the first clip.]

Antoine: Sorry, bro…

Ponce: Oh but that tweet, besides

Rivenzi: A standing bell…

Antoine: What’s more is that I never tweet and when I do it’s to tweet this sort of shit

Ponce: That’s exactly what I told myself. When PA read the tweet, I thought to myself, ‘but he never tweets!’ And he tweets to talk about Etoiles’ ass

Antoine: There needs to be a good reason, you see

[Fourth clip plays: a clip from the Team du Lundi’s minecraft server.]

JDG: Someone (in chat) said, ‘I can’t tell whether the atmosphere is good tonight or—‘

Antoine: It sucks, it sucks

Florence: You don’t need to ask every time, it always sucks

Baghera: Always sucks. Especially when Etoiles talks about ass [which had been a previous topic of discussion for him that night]

Antoine: Stooop, I enjoy it

Mynthos: You enjoy it?

JDG: It’s true tonight that it’s more weird than bad

Antoine: I like it when Etoiles talks about ass….

[Fifth clip plays: a second and different clip from Popcorn.]

Etoiles: —you’re not allowed to tell me that [Xari claimed to not know much about cinema]. I know you, I studied, because you’re my rival [in pop culture]. I really enjoy what you do in life, Xari, and you’re really knowledgeable about cinema

Antoine: What do you mean he’s your rival? And I’m just shit?

Etoiles: You, you’re my lover

Antoine: Oh yeah, sorry, my bad

PA/Domingo: One of the three is gonna die soon. There’s a whole situation, there’s a whole lore

[Sixth clip plays: a clip from the QSMP.]

Antoine: Don’t you want to get married, dude?

Etoiles: Well, I don’t have the time to fuck

Antoine: What the fuck?!

Etoiles: I don’t have time to fuck, dude. I just need to kill everyone

Antoine: No but just a marriage, you see. You’ve watched Game of Thrones— you haven’t watched Game of Thrones, you can’t know how marriages work in that series

Etoiles: I’ve watched it, but I’m married to the street, dude. I can’t give out my heart that quickly

Antoine: Yeah but you can give out your ass quickly, no?

Etoiles: No, frankly, my ass—

Antoine: What the fuck?!

Etoiles: Giving out your ass takes time, dude

Antoine: What the fuck…

Etoiles: Then again, I need to think about it. I’ll give you my answer. I need to discuss, and everything

Antoine: I’m tired of getting betrayed. You get married with someone else—

Etoiles: Never in a million years!

Antoine: —it’s like yesterday. Apparently Maximus got the mic from his ass removed while I wasn’t there. I was supposed to be the one to do it

Etoiles: Oh okay, so I’m your second choice?

[Overlapping]

Antoine: No! It was just to help him—

Etoiles: No, but, okay

Antoine: He got— listen—

Etoiles: There’s no problem!

Antoine: Fuck, nevermind

Etoiles: There’s no issue! Oh, so you’re opening my chest and stealing?

Antoine: I was just looking! Out of curiosity

Etoiles: Yeah, that’s it

Antoine: I don’t even understand what’s in it

Etoiles: Yeah, out of curiosity. Dude, your opinion on my cave?

Antoine: Well frankly it’s big

end Video Transcript.]

[ninyard]

“Jean Moreau’s activism over the years: a thread 🧵”

I’m so sorry this is all that kept going through my head when I thought about this one

[lavander-galaxy]

hi guys I love them

[harbingersecho]

Deja's outfit for the Palla Grande

[pikhachu]

[uhhlifeig]

Potions Dungeons - Nov. 26 - word count: 345 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The Potions classroom was damp, the dim light of enchanted lanterns flickering against the stone walls. 

Sirius Black settled into his usual seat beside Remus Lupin, watching as Slughorn bustled to the front.

“Today,” the man announced once he was at the front of the classroom, “you’ll be brewing Amortentia. I hope you know what it does, as we have studied the concept for a few weeks now. Instructions are on the board. Begin.”

Remus went to the storeroom to grab the ingredients, coming back to Sirius leaning back in his chair, twirling his wand idly. His stomach fluttered, but he pushed the feeling down, sitting and placing the materials on the desk.

The dog animagus looked at his friend, putting his wand away and pulling out a knife from his Potions kit. “I’ll chop the mint, Moony.”

“Try not to slice your finger off,” the dirty blonde snarked.

As they finished, the potion began to shimmer, and a mist rose in soft spirals, curling into the air like ghostly tendrils.

“That’s it,” Remus said. “It’s done.”

Sirius leaned closer to the cauldron, inhaling deeply.

He blinked, turning to look at his Potions partner. “Weird.”

Remus frowned, wafting some of the mist into his nose. He froze as the scents enveloped him: smoke, grass, and leather- as well as a whiff of wet dog.

“No way,” he whispered. “No fucking way. Sirius?”

The noiret evidently heard, looking him straight in the eyes and smirking.  “Do you have anything to say to me, Moons?”

The werewolf blushed. “I- er, well-”

“Continue…”

“Padfoot… will you go out with me?” The words practically flew out of Remus’s mouth, causing him to turn even more red and cover his face in embarrassment.

Sirius smiled, gently prying his friend’s hands from his face, causing the scarred boy to look at him. “Of course I will. All you had to do was ask, mon cœur.”

“God, Sirius- are you trying to kill me? This is unfair,” the younger boy groaned, the tips of his ears turning red. “French? In class? Really?”

[wizzard890]

And I saw another beast come up out of the earth...and he spake as a dragon. (Revelation 13:11)

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The Coronation of His Majesty King Bastian I - The Hour of Wolves

When he was born he was a small thing. A screaming infant, a second son, destined perhaps for military greatness, but never dukedom. Never inheritance. Never conquest.

But at the inception of the light, the birth of the world, the moment between silence and splendor when The Glory breathed across the scope of creation: he was no small thing then.

Even then, he was coming.

His rise runs with blood: knives in the back, poison, betrayal, kidnapping and vengeance.

His rise burns with greatness: glory, family, rescue, love and ferocity.

The secret world recognized him before he knew himself. A fairy witch marked his passing and offered her slender wrist for his talons. A dead sun opens its mouth for him, a vanished Christ is his counterpart, a death knight worships before him, a raven-haired little girl holds the hand of her doting and beloved father.

The world we know calls him king of France, the monarch of a seized throne, a general who has promised the great lords England on its knees.

The Devil, in his own tongue, may call him son. The Glory has said nothing.

Would you know him if you saw him? Would you recognize what he is?

Bow, while you consider, and kiss his ring. There is a crown of flame upon his brow.

[bogkeep]

realized something earlier today. you know that trope where bilingual characters in fiction will sprinkle their native language into english sentences? and how i personally, while i can't speak for every bilingual person on the planet, don't really see that happening in reality pretty much ever, at least not with people who are passingly fluent in english? anyway i realized i DO mix languages, just the other way. i will happily throw english words and phrases into my daily speech when chatting with my peers in norwegian or czech like it's no biggie. because we all know english here, so it makes sense to swap in words if i'm falling short! but why would i say words other people don't understand in conversation...!

[exasperatedoctopus]

Bajoran: I love my cardassian (derogatory) son and would never do anything to hurt him despite his Evil, Evil roots and inherent badness due to being a cardassian

Sisko, a Dad: Your fatherhood has been Revoked, please proceed to the nearest runabout

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

Why did I never consider that you have pronouns: this whole time I was thinking of you like you were an actual arm. I would be like “omg the arm posted” like your pronouns were the arm/the arm

Yk what I'll get on board with this. Sure I'm a dude but more importantly I'm The Arm

[iamacolor]

all is well in france! they didn't just lie about the teenager trying to run over a cop who was supposedly standing in front of the car to stop him (when in reality he was on the side at the car window pointing his gun directly in the car), most of the first media reports presented the kid as a recidivist delinquent to twist the narrative in their favor even though he had no record! also in the video that debunked their claims of legitimate defense, the policeman can be heard saying "open or I'll shoot you in the head". also it's not said here but most of the poc killed by the police in france are men and the numbers of killings by the police are steadily on the rise over the last few years (because of one law that was put in place in 2017 or around that time and gives policemen more situations in which they can use their weapons for legitimate defense or public security) if you still think France is the country of human rights and freedom bla bla bla, think again