So Evra still calls Cristiano ‘Christian Dior’
Let me bring back this golden treasure from the past! Cristiano & Patrice interviewing each other. Watch it! (my translation)
Evra greets Cristiano with his nickname “Christian Dior"! LOL.
Patrice tells the story when they first met as opponents in their national teams and there wasn’t so much of affection. Cristiano makes a gesture of ‘clash’ with his fingers and laughs
Then he praises Cristiano as a nice normal guy and perfect professional
He says Cristiano speaks a bit of French, Cristiano gestures ‘so-so’
Cristiano (in Portuguese) in return loves Evra’s happy personality. “He’s always laughing, always happy, a person with a good heart.”
(in French) says that he uses to greet Cristiano with ‘‘Good
morning/afternoon/evening, how are you doing, Christian Dior?” He uses to call Cristiano like that because of his fashion sense ☺
Evra says they always mix up English, French, Portuguese
Cristiano (in French): “First, I saw him playing in the France NT”
(in French): “Many people judge him, but they don’t know him. They
judge him for his way of dressing, his behaviour on the pitch. But for
me, he is a normal lad. What surprised me most is his professionalism,
he’s always the last one to leave training. He knows his talent, but he
always keeps on working to be on top. I learnt a lot from that
Cristiano (in Portuguese) tells how great the team spirit is at Man United
Cristiano (in French): “What do you do after a match?” Evra (in English) “I go to sleep because I’m very tired.” (both laugh)
Evra (in Portuguese): “Why do you always win all the trophies ‘Man of the Year’, ‘Playboy Star’ … Why?” Cristiano laughs like only he can ♥ Answer (in French): “Because they award me. It’s because of the team work”.
(in Portuguese) “This club is like a family. We spend more time with
our teammates than with our families.” … “I love football, so I love
playing in all competitions.”
Evra (in French): “Christian Dior, would you like to win the Ballon D’Or again?” Cristiano
(in English): “Yes! I want to win it again because the feeling to win
it is unbelievable. I’ve had the opportunity to win it one time, but I
would like to have the opportunity to win one or two more. I work for
Cristiano (in English): “What is your dream for your individual awards?” Evra
(in English): “Win the Golden Ball! My dream is to win the Golden Ball,
my friend! But I know with a player like you, it’s impossible. That’s
why you need to give sometimes some space to me.” (laughter)
Marion isn’t a human being. No one knows who he is or where did he come from. But one thing is clear: he can use magic and he knows about everything. He can’t see the future tho, but he knows the past.
When Golden suddenly disappeared after the tragedy in the pizzeria, Marion was the only one who knew what really happened to him.
He was average height and thin, although unlike Sin the slender build didn’t appear to be deceptive. He sat straight in the chair, hands folded in front of him loosely as fine golden blond hair fell past his shoulders and around the lines of his face, half shielding it from view. But Sin supposed, as he eyed the boy, that was probably the point[…]Sin’s lips pursed and he turned the name over in his head. Boyd Beaulieu.
The past does not only draw us back to the past. There are certain memories of the past that have strong steel springs and, when we who live in the present touch them, they are suddenly stretched taut and then they propel us into the future.
Yukio Mishima, from The Temple of the Golden Pavilion (Alfred A. Knopf, 1959)
some old sketch that i found in one of my backup art folders on my spare phone of all places. it seems that i’d clean forgotten that it even existed. Like wow??! i drew this??!! when??!! what is this sorcery??!! :OOOOO
A quick peek at the file properties told me this was from waaaay back in January. i felt like some kinda archaeologist, unearthing the remnants of some strange and distant past… that bygone era when i was still really into kylo invading hux’s personal space…
i’ll prob clean it up and make it more presentable after im done with doing the rest of the prompts i received, but for now here i am to share this most baffling and exciting (to me) discovery with you guys
A 1,400 year old Gingko biloba tree at the Gu Guanyin Buddhist Temple in the Zhongnan Mountains of China is seen shedding its golden leaves this past Autumn, bathing the temple garden in a sea of golden yellow.
Before It's too Late - Weasley Twins Imagine (requested)
Heavy rain covered the Quidditch field making it practically impossible for (y/n) to see her opponents. Drops of water pelted the players with massive force, sending a few tumbling downwards. Fear rose as (y/n) watched a friend of her’s plummet to the sandy ground. The boy stood up and relief washed over her.
The golden snitched whizzed past her ear. Harry and the Ravenclaw seeker raced neck and neck after the tiny item. (y/n) paid no mind, focusing back on her own game. Though it would’ve helped if she had watched where she stood because no even a minute later, a Ravenclaw crashed full force into (y/n) propelling her off the wooden broom spiraling into the grass with a thud.
“(y/n)!” The Weasley twins shouted in sync rushing low to the surface. Harry had caught the snitch and Gryffindor won. Fred hopped from his broom, running over to the pale girl. His heart clenched tightly assuming the worst. George stayed to the side scared to burst into tears seeing the one he loved in pain.
“Move, move!” McGonagall shooed the crowed children away from (y/n), bending down to check the harm done. Fred and George peaked around the teacher, looking for any sign of consciousness. Minerva placed a hand on (y/n)’s arm analyzing the breakage. (y/n) moaned in agony as the team felt a weight lift off their shoulders. At least she wasn’t dead.
“Fred and George Weasley!” The twins stepped forward and McGonagall continued, “please take Miss. (l/n) to Madam Pomfrey. It looks to only be a broken bone and possible a rib, but she better have a closer look.” Fred and George obeyed the orders, wrapping (y/n)’s arms around their shoulders carring her to the hospital wing of Hogwarts.
George cleared his throat wearily once they were out of sight and Fred shook slightly. (y/n) was too weak to say anything and decided to mention it later. Suddenly Fred spoke up.
“Geez (y/n), you gave us quite a scare back there.” He chuckled lightly.
“Yeah almost thought we’d lost ya!” It was now George’s turn to address the situation but there was more he and Fred both wanted to bring up.
“Listen there’s something we need to tell you.” (y/n) nodded waiting for them to continue but nothing came. Using all he strength she managed to open her left eye then her right. George and Fred seemed to be having a wordless conversation using facial expressions and she wasn’t catching on. Finally George took his chance to explain.
“(y/n) I- well we have sorta had this-“
“Crush on you for a while and today made us realize”
“We need to tell you before it’s too late, y’know.”
They both took a deep breath and finished off with,
“So would you want to go on a date with us later?” (y/n) blushed greatly bringing herself to nod yet once again. The boys cheered softly, high fiving each other in congratulations.
I had two dogs!! One English Mastiff and the other Golden Retriever ♡♡ Jake, the golden, pasted away recently due to overall organ failure and we had to put him down. But Zeus, our puppy Mastiff, is still young and so full of life!! He's 3 years old and +270 pounds!! 😱 love them both so much, my babies ♡♡♡
Oh my goodness they both sound so precious!! I love dogs, they’re always excited over the smallest things & are just the cutest little beings. I’m so sorry about Jake, but I’m sure he lived a wonderful life <3