violasarecool:

Welcome to Québec! (with closed captions)

A month or so ago, I went to Quebec for an educational program, which involved not speaking in English (mostly hahah) for the duration of the program. Hence, video in French (but with captions in English for you non-french-speakers).

…I left the closed captions during the opening song-y bit. Enjoy Youtube’s attempts to translate ukulele and humming into intelligible words.

#FOODMONTH: President’s Choice Chocolate Chip Cookie Spread

In which Nathalie wishes for free samples forever.

President’s Choice Chocolate Chip Cookie Spread is available wherever President’s Choice products are sold. Namely Zehrs, the Real Canadian Superstore, Loblaws, and whatever other chains they’ve acquired recently.

violasarecool:

dAVESPRITE also Phemiec so what’s not to like

original: Hamsters – Our-aftermath

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LYRICS
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You were called like a curtain, split like a second, broken like a sword stuck in a rock
forged for a hero, birthed forth for a heart much purer than his/mine/ours.
It’s uncertain when the tables turned, but when all of your brothers have given their lives
for the strife you earned, you will get burned and it wont get better when put on ice.

And I wasn’t going anywhere fast, and my sister said she’d seen the end of my path.
The direction that I fly, straight through the eye of our aftermath.

And you have to ignore it, don’t think about before, you’ve got enough fight inside to fill five world wars.
It’s just a game, just another cause, you’re a switch and I’m a cog and last thing we need is another broken clock.
So forget about your ghost limbs and all those things that scared you most as a child of 12.
You see I’m 13 now, and if I die for the thousandth time, I’m unafraid, for I outnumber hell.

And I wasn’t going anywhere good, so I straightened my glasses and I did what I could
What I had to but damn it’s hard not to look back at the time.

But I wasn’t going anywhere fast, so I said goodbye to walking my own path.
The direction that I fly, straight through the eye of our aftermath.

What makes us who we are, is it our bones?
wrapped in all our scars, they’re ours alone
they outweigh tails and talons, feathers, foam
unless they’re not, unless they don’t.

You were called like a curtain, split like a second, broken like a sword stuck in a rock.

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In which Nathalie and Anne annoy a cat more than is strictly necessary and sit on a carpet. 

Yeah, I know I said we’d probably be on a weird hiatus for a while, but….meh.

uploading a video!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah, surprise of the century, I know

uploading a video!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah, surprise of the century, I know

Hello friends and remaining loyal followers! You all get an imaginary hamster for still being here, watching and waiting for future action…

I’m afraid Anne and I have been super busy with school/work, ordinary tumblring, and assorted shenanigans…but as of quite recently, we’re both involved with A Very Complicated Secret Project…and as it’s Secret, we can’t really talk about it.

This blog isn’t dead, but not much happening here will likely be the norm…until we get back into vlogging and stuff, or when Emma Approved comes off hiatus. We’ll see which comes first.

Ciao for now, worthy friends. We’ll meet again in another place.

—Nathalie

I love your song!!

Aww, thank you so much :)

—Anne

A song for the winter holidays (but really it could be a song for any time of year, it mentions most of the seasons :3).

Lyrics:

Snowflakes melting on my tongue,
Remind me while the night’s still young,
Who turned out the stars?

There’s a train going north-west,
And you know I always try my best.
When the skies clear, I’ll be gone.

And the last you’ll hear from me
Will be the last time that I see
My home

Summer’s breezing on its way,
And I don’t know if I’m gonna stay,
But the lights here are brighter than most.

The Days are short and the nights are long,
The moon is bright so I play along,
But by daybreak I’ll be gone.

And the last you’ll hear from me
Will be the last time that I see
My home.

The greens are turning into brown,
And it’s probably time that I left town,
So I’ll leave you all to hibernate.

Winter’s getting on its way,
Christmas’s been out in his sleigh,
And the crocuses poke out their heads.

Thought I’d leave so long ago,
But my roots are buried in the snow,
Maybe this year there’ll be spring.

And the last you’ll hear from me
Will be the first time that I greet
The new year.

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Funny story: when I first wrote this, I got all the way to the last stanza before realizing in all my season-descriptions, I forgot to include spring :P So I quickly wrote in a single line mentioning it, which thankfully wasn’t too out of place, heh.

Old version on my secondary channel: [x]

temporarily turning off anon asks due to the fact that there are currenty some idiots spreading sherlock spoilers via anon (as well as in the sherlock tags) :/ will turn it back on once we’ve seen the episode/if it looks like they’ve stopped

—Anne