translațiuni culture is having wolverine translated as ”omul lup” in the old xmen animated series, when in fact the wolverine is a ”gluton” or ”jder flămânzilă”
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translațiuni culture is having wolverine translated as ”omul lup” in the old xmen animated series, when in fact the wolverine is a ”gluton” or ”jder flămânzilă”
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them: hurt me
Caleb: I was so sure...until I wasn't
them: stop...
sam’s expression during the caleb shaving scene was pure gold
Every once in a while I'll have a primal need to re-watch this video
And what I don't get is that the first point that I laugh is always and invariably Mike Truk. It's just... so perfect. If it was spelled right I'd be like "Yeah sure, of the Minnesota Trucks, we've all heard of him."
OK Go has some incredible music videos, but this one sticks out to me for some reason. Part of it can be how much choreography is involved, and how it's all done slow down, so the band is lip-syncing to a slowed-down version of the song which just kind of fries my noodle. Another part is no doubt the ever-escalating scale of the thing, where the thing one-ups itself every time you think it has reached the zenith of complexity.
midnitemission:
Marc timidly reached for the handkerchief and wiped his face as best as he could. All he wanted to do was cry more. He hadn’t meant for Randall to get hurt, and he tried to explain that to so many people. They all understood, but his mother blamed him. Marc was the reason Randall was gone, and he cried every night because of it. Marc missed his brother more than he could say…
“I shouldn’t have made him come with me. We should have just played in the backyard…” He sniffled again.
“I wish he was back. Mom would be so much happier if he was…”
She blamed him. No matter how much his father told him, it wasn’t his fault or the other adults. She clarified Marc was the reason.
“Keep it....” She had a hundred more at home. “Little one.... It’s not your fault... You couldn’t have known....” Her features softened more as she squatted to get on the boy’s level. “I... I understand. Sadly, we can’t bring the departed back, I’m afraid. They have to cross to the afterlife....” Ari wished she could. She really did, especially for children. But if you started on that road, then you stopped everyone from dying and then how did you chose who dies and who doesn’t ? How did you stay fair ? Why is the life of a child more valuable than the life of an adult ? So many boundaries to set and cross, especially for a simple human - as undead as she was. There was a reason it was forbidden and that Anubis had been severely punished for turning a blind eye to his former Avatar raising someone back, once.