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Miraculous Awakening - English and French differences
I was rewatching the Miraculous Awaking movie yesterday and it's so weird how the French and English versions are not the same.
In the English version at the end when Adrien is standing under the light, Marinette calls out "Chat Noir?" And in the French on there is no dialogue here.
Then at the end with Natalie, in the French version Gabriel says: "Please don't tell my son, he'll never understand" (regarding Emily)
And in the English one, they don't have this dialogue at all...
I wonder why they decided not to make the two versions the same?
Nossos olhos se encontram
E tudo acontece
Meu corpo estremece,
Me vem flashbacks.
Do suor escorrendo,
Do movimento sem pressa
Da sua voz em meu ouvido,
Da noite inteira fazendo festa.
Nossos olhos se encontram,
E eu não sei o que pensar
Não sei você pensa o mesmo,
Se também já quis tentar
E os pensamentos me torturam,
Pois lá guardam a incerteza
E eu ainda me arrependo,
Melhor o incerto do que a tristeza.
Será que você também pensa em mim,
Como em você eu tenho pensado?
Eu queria tanto o lugar dela,
Embora eu saiba que é errado.
Nossos olhos se encontram,
Uma fortuna pelos seus pensamentos,
Pois, não aguento tanta dúvida
Sobre os seus sentimentos.
E a dor me corrói,
Eu volto a pensar em nós
No pouco que fomos,
No muito que podiamos ser
No tanto que perdi,
Mesmo antes de ter.
Mas a vida continua,
E eu espero que esteja contente
Enquanto continuo esperando
Nossos olhos se encontrarem novamente.
So … what if you walked into a public bathroom to do your business, you know like how your basically supposed to do and then a couple of girls walk in and start talking and laughing… and then when you finally get out of the stall of said bathroom they stop look at you like you just interrupted the most important conversation ever ( I’m talking like full on disgust and judgement) they leave.. and your left to wonder WTF? Like what did I even do? I don’t even know you!
Wait who are we asking?
Send me an anonymous ask completing the sentence "I wish you would write a fic where..."
OH MY GOSH, YES!!!
idc if anyone reads these but if you do: hi how're you doing?
literally just shitposting my thoughts because no one cares what I have to say but if you do ily <3
if a werewolf got bit by a vampire but the werewolf was human at the time they were bit like it was day or whatever would they be like a bloodhound werewolf?
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uh, what? leave please!
You know, I think the further we get into The Future the less I understand
And I'm not even talking about technology or medical advancements because that's a whole other thing
What I mean is
I legitimately cannot tell when things are satire anymore
Is this person just insane? Is it a joke? Do they need to see someone? Have they always been like this? Is it sarcasm?
It both shocks and horrifies me constantly
So I made a ever after high post about two ocs and it had a mature warning on it even though it wasn’t well to me one had the same shirt as my next gen winx oc ivy and the other as my oc deyra so I don’t know if it was the clothes or a glitch or something I said even though I didn’t say anything thing mature I think I don’t know I’ll try again later or tomorrow
So, I remember seeing this comment on FunkyFrogBait's video about the TikTok thing where gen X-er's were like, yelling about having (and then since they were talking about gen Z) being really like, awful parents? No idea what this is supposed to mean...
My mom decided to buy a shit and ice cream for some reason
BISEXUALS ARE CONFUSED ABOUT THE WAY PEOPLE THINK THEY ARE CONFUSED ABOUT THEIR SEXUALITY.
WHY DO I WRITE IN CAPS?
I AM CONFUSED, NOW.
BISEXUALS ARE NOT CONFUSED
Bisexuals are not confused
BISEXUALS. ARE. NOT. CONFUSED.
BISEXUALS ARE NOT CONFUSED
bisexuals are not confused god this is like the easiest concept ever you piece of shit douchewagon why can’t you just fucking accept it it’s absolutely infuriating
It got flagged XD what the heck
Ah…forbidden lizards I guess
(Sorry for the poor pictures ;w;)
Ah...forbidden lizards I guess
(Sorry for the poor pictures ;w;)
Just saw this and I am so confused...
Unrequited love
I feel you around me. You’re everywhere and I can’t get you out of my mind. I love how red your face gets all the time. I love it. The only thing I admire most in this world. I was out with my friends, one of them was all red in the face because of the cold weather but the first thought that came to my mind was exactly you, with a red face. It’s so unique to me.
I don’t know if this is love. I don’t think so. I’ve never even talked to you.
You stare at me. You continuously look at me. But I don’t know why. You don’t talk to me. You don’t dare make the first move. You observe me from afar.
And I think: “What if he’s only curious about me? What if he’s only looking absentmindedly?…”
But I know too well that none of that is true. He isn’t curious.
But I don’t know how to define this.
I attempted making the first move. But he turned it down immediately.
And the next day. I see him again. I had left my glasses in my class, I was having a terrible headache and I just wanted to go meet my friend. So I go downstairs and walk towards my friend’s class. He comes close to me, I stare quickly at him and then I avert my sight to the other side, avoiding him at all costs.
I’m talking to my friend, and she tells me: “He was looking at you!”
I bewildered look at her.
I need help. He is making me go out of my mind. Can’t God help me with this. Or remove him from my life to stop tormenting me, or just make him do something that makes me at least have a talk with him, so I know what his intentions are.
I can’t live like this.
He makes me anxious. Conscious of myself. Before I get out of class, I fix my hair and my makeup. And while going to my friends, I always look around for him. Even if i’m blind. I find him somehow.
which americans? where???? shoes are not an indoor thing
Do you think when Damian first arrived at Gotham and to the Wayne Manor, he got an ick because Americans wear shoes indoors? Imagine him automatically starting to take off his shoes, searching for slippers, and realising that everyone just... walk around in their boots... without a care in the world?
Dick, jumping on the coach with his converses, straight from the street: So, watcha doing?
Damian, with his eye twitching: ...Why would you do that.
Damian, entering Tim's room to announce that the dinner is ready: Drake, Alfred had-
Tim, laying on his bed in his shoes peacefully:
Damian, through his gritted teeth: Unbecoming.
Tim: I JUST BREATHED
I mean I still am confused to this day which is which but that never stopped me...
Does anyone else ever like forget how to socialize when you're tired/stressed/sleepy/hurt(or sometimes randomly)? It's like I no longer remember what's an appropriate thing to say and have to take longer to cycle through dialogue options in my head before I can decide if it sounds okay or not...I've always just said 'my filter disappears when I'm tired' buts its more like my brain can't keep up with the social cues and dialogue possibilities after a certain point and starts shutting down and my 'mask' slips completely
I think my dad might be catching on 😔
He’s been making me eat dinner and watching me?
Uhhhhh.....
He is the only dragon active with his colors...
(Bubblegum/Ivory/Bubblegum)
I was gonna look for a mate, but I'm too stunned to now...
from hot to goofy and still being hot! the duality excuse me?!!
SUGA + PERMISSION TO DANCE ON STAGE LAS VEGAS D-4 cr. jung-koook
I just found out my mom is pregnant (18 weeks)
Being told that is really weird when you know a lot about the birds and the bees
One of my first responses was standing up, pointing to my mom and her bf, and yelling “YOU GUYS FUCKED-“
I hope I don’t relate to those “middle child gets neglected” memes, bc that already happened when I was younger and would put over a decade of therapy down the drain.
“Is this kid gonna be traumatized like you and your older sister-“ NO. OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY.
I will make sure this kid has the BEST CHILDHOOD POSSIBLE.
I come to tumble for the first time in weeks and apparently we’re hating apple more than usual??? And apparently iOS and apple users are like, banned from seeing some content??? Wtf happened what did I miss
I'm not really up to date so I didn't know you could identify as someone with a disability. Is this real?
Gwendoline Christie
flirts, cute (ig), confused, they are in love. but they don't know.
GIF NOT MINE
[Just flirt. They are in love, especially reader. God. i love Gwen. Gwendoline and her Bf have an open relationship and are ok with having other relationships, but love each other *in this fic*. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE]
Gwendoline Christie x Famous!Reader?
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These days, everything just feels like a loop. Invitations, invitations and more invitations for parties, fashion shows and work. You felt full of it. You wake up and have to go straight to some meeting, you wake up and have to go somewhere, just to stare at people talking, you wake up...and you have people peppering you with questions and asking you to step on them. Not that you hate your fans, but you're just tired. You need some time. You are overloaded.
Sitting at one of the tables, not far from the stage, watching another fashion show that you were invited to and had to attend, because your husband is obsessed with money and knows that the source of all this is you. You let out a sigh, hoping this will be over soon. With the way you are barely able to concentrate on the show in front of you right now, you know this day is going to be unbearably long.
After trying and failing miserably to pay attention to the presenter on the stage, you decide to give up. You've given yourself a good forty minutes of trying, but your interest in what’s going on is non-existent and you're more than convinced that if you need whatever he's presenting, chances are it's already in the package you got.
What you still don't know is how you're going to spend the rest of your time. Not wanting to be too disrespectful by using your cell phone mid-presentation, you grab your not-so-big bag and pull out a blank piece of paper and a pen just to do some random doodling. Aimless. But sadly, drawing eyes or hands are no longer on your to-do list. But even so, you continue to draw, your eyes almost closing from sleep. A few minutes go by and you're just getting even more bored. Somehow while drawing you can’t shake the feeling of someone watching you. This is starting to make you uncomfortable. With a spunk of curiosity you lift your head to look around, trying not to be too obvious for everyone to notice. You can the other tables in the room, trying to discover the source of the sensation. When you finally achieve what you've been unknowingly looking for, you feel your breath hitch at the sight. All you find is a woman watching you like you’re a piece of art.
And in your opinion, this woman could be a painting that came to life. As you stare at the woman, you can tell that she could be the most beautiful woman in the world. Her medium blonde hair with curls like a tangle of beauty. An invitation to affection, the strands making small curves, like a smile. Unlike you,who’s pretty much just awkward, the rest of her is something like everything that could be described as something indescribable, the picture of professionalism. The delicate white skin that you would love to touch with your kindness, the lips of blood that boil not for heat but for love, the crystalline eyes, so deep that they carry more stories than a book can tell. It's the color of someone who carries something more than windows of the soul on her face; it's brute strength, beautiful and affectionate. That pulls your eyes to hers The irises of her eyes being the true art-stained space. Eyes you find hard to look away from.
Still sitting and looking at the woman, you can tell she noticed the red in your cheeks, shoulders and collarbone. Just like her, after being caught looking. But she doesn't look away, being unflinching with her eye contact. Her focus makes you even more flushed and confused, which makes you feel that the look isn't for you. After scanning the room thoroughly for the second time. You're sure the looks is for you, and it makes you cringe a little. Meeting her eyes again, you see that she smiles a little wider as she sees that you finally understand that she is looking at you.
But the universe might not want you to have a distraction or something. The man on stage calls your name, grabbing your attention. He’s talking about the models and the shows. Congratulations to you, since You helped with this. But now, really? The man continues, trying to keep your attention.
Try as you might, you can't break free of the woman's gaze. Smiling gently at the man, the rest of the adults and your husband standing around, you can't help, but steal some looks in the woman's direction. It's like you're stuck like this. And sometimes you can catch her looking and it's emotional, leaving warm little goofy smiles when you catch her looking. It's more exciting to know that she's interested in you and the game you've played with her. When everyone was up for the treats you got out of your chair so fast, you almost fell. You noticed the woman laughing and you're not sure how, but you somehow heard it. You just want her with now, because the sound was the most divine thing you ever heard.
"Are you well?"
Your husband asked, a small tone of false concern in his voice. You just wave chim away. Not much dialogue, just looking for the woman in the crowd. Your interest in her just grows, you want to go to her. But you’re failing. So you decide to go ask your close friends about this woman. Whispering to the not so short woman to your left you ask: *f/n = friend name*
"f/n do you know who this woman is?"
"Which one?"
"That one. Medium blonde hair, red lips, tall and pink dress."
You gesture vaguely in the direction of the mystery woman, not wanting to be too obvious.
"Oh, her. Her name is Gwendoline Christie, an actress who works with Tim Burton."
"Oh okay. Thanks."
"Why the question? Don't say something is going on."
Your friend whispers questioningly, with a rather interesting face and a sly smile. You just shrug your shoulders and curse under your breath. Going back to looking at the woman, she looks like she is not noticing you, she's talking to a man with glasses. They look really close. You blink with a frown on your face but try not to care too much and just walk over to the treats. Flirting certainly made the time pass faster than expected, but it also does something else. It made your heart beat faster in anticipation. What you have no idea. And hope to feel that, again. Take a moment to consider her thoughtfully, looking unobviously in your direction, for which you are more than grateful.
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inspiration from: Know Your Name. An fanfic in AO3 with Larissa x Reader.
Hope u liked this <3
I think i am going to make a part two 💀
(person who helped edited for a better english, bc Idk nothing: @lils-cards love u)
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- baby gwen have my heart rn
GIF NOT MINE
To help understand this all better, may someone please explain the timeline of the whole situation. 1 year? 2 years? 18 months? Just how long have Chris and Alba been dating apparently?
hey guys
hi um it’s me myth… I kinda don’t say much here… I guess I have no idea what TO say you know? though let me tell you guys it’s just fun to post art here, course I’m not that great when it comes to tumblr or social media but hey I try. I feel like since most of y’all don’t exactly know me as a person it feels like a bot account or something disingenuous aka not a real person. so yeah just wanted to say that to y’all, um I dunno I guess I’m just am kinda bad at this. anywho… I don’t know ask me questions if you have any?
like I said… not that great with social media so you’re going to have to forgive me on this (or not).