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vhscorp · 11 months ago
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Peut-être suis-je trop romantique, ou alors c'est ce monde qui ne l'est pas assez…
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lemarginalbob · 5 months ago
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the-dose-makes-the-poison · 9 months ago
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sunshinetomioka · 2 years ago
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Wait y a l'intégralité de de la saison 1 de grand galop sur youtube en HD ??????
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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x02 - “Watch It All Burn”
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crisbacchieri · 16 days ago
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"Peut-être": 3 modi in cui si può utilizzare
In questo articolo vediamo i tre modi, in francese, di utilizzare, "peut-être in una frase #francese
Avete presente quella sensazione che si prova quando, dopo anni di studio, all’improvviso arriva un dubbio su una cosa banale o si scopre qualcosa di nuovo su un concetto di base? Ecco, in francese mi succede ancora spesso… Quei piccoli dettagli insignificanti… che mi fanno rimettere tutto in discussione, o quasi. Quando si dice “perdersi in un bicchier d’acqua” (o, in francese, “se noyer dans…
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catie-does-things · 5 months ago
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bonjour, je suis catholique aussi et j’ai vachement aimé votre « prêtre jason todd » sur AO3, merci bcp pour l’avez fait !!!!
merci à vous pour ce message, je suis contente de savoir que vous l'avez tant aimé :)
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dandanjean · 2 years ago
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Peut... être
Peut-être  que tout nous est possible. Peut-être  que nous sommes vulnérables tout en étant résilients. Peut-être  que nous pouvons vivre au présent sans des passés. Peut-être que ma survie dépend de mon acceptation de l’autre. Je sais que l’on peut être ce possible que l’on souhaite tous. Je sais que l’on peut être la force résiliente de notre faiblesse. Je sais que l’on peut…
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6okuto · 9 months ago
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gn!reader fluff | “y’see somethin’ you like?” osamu asks, barely glancing at you as he shapes the rice in his hands into a triangle.
the stool beneath you wobbles as you lean forward—he really should get a new one—and smile, palm resting on your cheek. “yeah, i like watching you work.”
your eyes follow the veins on his hands to his forearms, up to his biceps and his chest barely hidden by his stupidly well-fitting black uniform shirt.
he hums. “well, that’s nice t’hear-”
“i love watching you make croissants.”
osamu pauses.
he looks at you, but no eyes meet—yours focused on his hands that move to wipe themselves clean on a towel before resting on his hips. maybe if you were stronger, you’d notice the smirk on his face. “what colour’s my shirt?”
a smile tugs at your lips. “red?”
fingers flick your forehead before you can wave them away. “ack- god, ’samu!”
he snorts and pulls you off the stool, forcing your head into his chest and muffling your groan while he pinches your cheek. “i should kick ya outta my kitchen for harassin’ the chef.”
“but he’s so hot and handsome, what am i meant to do?” you huff.
“at least don’t say i’m making croissants. am i french?”
“woah,”—you push away from his chest—“take that back right now. you know i’d never date a french man.”
“then why’d ya say croissants?”
“i don’t know, it was the first pastry i thought of! i love, i don’t know, macarons—”
amusement lights up his face as his arm takes you back into a head lock. “macarons? the also french desert—”
“fuck, stop, wait, oh my god, please,” a sound between a laugh and cry escapes you.
osamu cackles when you smack his chest with one hand, covering your face with the other. the onigiri is forgotten on the counter as he pulls it away to uncover your face, fingers threading through the spaces between yours.
your laughter dies down, and after using your free hand to pick a stray grain of rice off his shirt, you pout. “whatever, not french man. are you gonna kick me out of the kitchen for ogling you now?”
he only rolls his eyes. “no, it’s not like y’don’t already ogle me outside of the kitchen.”
another smack comes to his chest as you scoff. “wow. okay, it’s because i love you, you know.”
“yeah, yeah, of course you love the hot, handsome guy who cooks for you,” osamu brushes off your defense and picks up the last finished onigiri.
motioning to the stool and pretending you can’t see the blush that paints his cheeks, or smile on his lips, he huffs. “now sit back down so you can taste test this for me.”
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sportsallover · 8 months ago
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Affiche officielle du Tour de France 2024, par Nicolò Canova 
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girafeduvexin · 7 months ago
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You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
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thebusylilbee · 2 months ago
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this might not seem like a big deal to some bc US politicians say worse things every single day of their lives, but in France this is genuinely some bottom of the barrel shit, I do not remember any significant french political figure ever insulting another country and its citizens this openly and vulgarly in recent history 😐
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rollinginthedeep-swan · 2 months ago
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JOSEPH QUINN, Anatomy,
Inspiration : Les manuels d'anatomie, et un petit peu de frankenstein,
Crédit : Swan
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gay-impressionist · 2 months ago
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ok les français on a une question avec @pia-writes-things sur la notoriété de Michel Ocelot
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lechantdesmouettes · 4 months ago
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How can you say this is not for debatin' How, how can you say that you got no problems I, I can't be fake, when you're up and elated How, how can you say that you got no problems too
-"No problems", by Ginger roots
This year I'm trying inktober with what makes me move everyday : music ! And my and friend's characters ofc !
Meet Arsène/Minuit and Josephin/Ceruleum. They're a disaster.
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