I love how potato in French is pomme de terre, which pretty much means “earth apple.”
like what stupid frenchman saw this:
and said “zis petite légume looks like a, how you say, APPLE! hmmm… but it grows in ze earth… HON HON HON! MAIS OUI! C’EST UNE POMME DE TERRE!”
j’adore comment ananas se dit pineapple en anglais, ce qui veut littéralement dire “pomme de pin”, genre quel type anglais a vu ça:
et s’est dit : “ow cette étrange big fruit ressemble à une, how do you say, POMME! hmmm… mais plutôt une pomme qui pousse dans les pins… HU HU HU! OH YES, IT’S A PINEAPPLE!”
(z’avez vu, on peut le faire aussi… hon hon hon!)
How to Train Your Dragon 2 - First Look
An animated sequel that drastically ages its main characters? UM, YES PLEASE. Design cleverness perfection!!
WOW! This looks amazing!
oh my GOLLY I am in LOVE with these designs.
have you ever just been so incredibly fond of someone
like you don’t want to date them or anything but you honestly love them as a person and want to listen to them talk forever and find out all of their little quirks and hug them when they’re sad
PRIVATEER - A James Norrington spinoff series
James Norrington has lives to fight another day - again.
Following the destruction of the British East India Company, he washes up on a Caribbean island, destitute and alone, carrying only a sword and possibly the most sought after treasure on the seas - letters of marque, signed and sealed by the King of England, allowing whoever possesses them free reign of the seas.
No longer a Commodore, and knowing he’s not cut out to be a pirate, Norrington returns to Port Royal in search of a ship and a crew - and ends up in a shaky partnership with the wily Anamaria.
Together they sail the world, taking jobs too dangerous for the navy but too honest for pirates - stealing back lost treasures, braving the treacherous waters of the Malacca Straits and the Bermuda Triangle, and clashing with the likes of Black Bart, Anne Bonny and dread pirate Calico Jack.
And there are millions of teens who read because they are sad and lonely and enraged. They read because they live in an often-terrible world. They read because they believe, despite the callow protestations of certain adults, that books — especially the dark and dangerous ones — will save them.
As a child, I read because books – violent and not, blasphemous and not, terrifying and not – were the most loving and trustworthy things in my life. I read widely, and loved plenty of the classics so, yes, I recognized the domestic terrors faced by Louisa May Alcott’s March sisters. But I became the kid chased by werewolves, vampires, and evil clowns in Stephen King’s books. I read books about monsters and monstrous things, often written with monstrous language, because they taught me how to battle the real monsters in my life.
And now I write books for teenagers because I vividly remember what it felt like to be a teen facing everyday and epic dangers. I don’t write to protect them. It’s far too late for that. I write to give them weapons — in the form of words and ideas — that will help them fight their monsters. I write in blood because I remember what it felt like to bleed.
“Where Have You Been”