#Manger Proposals

[nietp]

Two of the stupidest poll results I've ever seen and their obvious logical explanation

#on propose de pouvoir arrêter le temps aka pouvoir impunément tuer le politicien ou milliardaire de ton choix par exemple. ou voler #très facilement. ou manger gratuitement. #et ces clowns choisissent MOINS QU'UN SMIC [ET] un fucking..... discount............ #le cheddar j'ai même pas besoin d'expliquer.

[forbidden-interlude]

I am about to go into hyper focus mode and manage that account at my job before the end of the year

#my manger made the proposal to me last year but I was not very confident #and I wanna shake past self but I understand and love her #but um yeah I’m about to do it for funsies

[jessecrust]

We must stop being surprised

The studio that made one of the best games ever is currently imploding. ZA/UM, the studio that made Disco Elysium, is laying off 25% of their staff, including the last remaining credited writer for the hit video game. It's rare for a game to move me as much as Disco Elysium did, it's even rarer for the main creative forces who made the game to thank Karl Marx at their acceptance speech at The Game Awards. It is a breathtakingly beautiful and gorgeous work of art that made me laugh, slip into depression, cry, and smile so big my entire face hurt. After struggling through so many overlong, pretentious, AAA slogs like The Last of Us and God of War sequels, I never wanted to leave doomed Revochol. And it seems that, once again, the reward for surprise success and bringing something unique and wonderful into the world is misery and ruin.

The point of this is not really to document the facts of this sordid business, the legal battles, the documentary made about the studio, the drama, etc. All of that matters, and I'm sure others will cover it, but what matters to me about this is how unsurprising it is. We must stop being surprised that this keeps happening. We can no longer be surprised when the next surprise work of genius made by passionate, idiosyncratic people is slowly and fatally smothered by the financial criminals. There's a basic incongruity between creatives and financiers that, in the best of times, seems like a mutually beneficial relationship. But please understand that these soulless piles of money are all scorpions that will inevitably dig its stinger into your frog back the first chance it gets. Netflix was always going to charge you more to watch ads. The line on the graph must only go one way, the system proposes infinity in a finite world and tasks CEOs, HR departments, and mangers to make the impossible possible.

What I find the most grating is the inevitable reply: "profit is the only reason that these things exist". I truly wish I could experience life through the brain stem of the person who believes this. It must be fascinating to be so dull. Even worse, there's a non-zero chance that the person saying this has downloaded--for free--a PC mod for one of their favorite unoptimized, unprofitable to patch, forgotten games that fixed most of the major bugs and issues. The money, hustle, profit, business obsessed mind cannot comprehend the joy and pleasure of creation for its own sake. Nor, I suspect, can it comprehend art, preservation, aesthetics, history, etc.

I wanted to end this with the Jonas Salk quote about patenting the sun, so I looked it up to make sure I wasn't misremembering it: " There is no patent. Could you patent the sun?" And, sure enough, as if the universe reached out its fist to burying it into my gut, I stumble upon a Slate article titled "Jonas Salk: Good at Virology, Bad at Economics". The human race survived thousands of years without Economics, consultants, and private equity firms. If only we could go without them again.

#video games #disco elysium #capitalism

[b4tracha]

Date? (Stray Kids x Male! Reader)

This is Stray Kids being asked out, or them asking (M/N) out. If you want an alternative version of the opposite happening, inbox me!!

Bang Chan: The both of you were in his studio, and you watched him work on a new beat he recently has been thinking about. It was nice lying down on the couch while you watched the man work on his craft. His serious and focused work face was one of your favorite Chan looks. He was so gorgeous doing what he loved. You have been thinking about asking him out for a while but didn’t know when it was best to bring it up.

“Chan.” He hummed, acknowledging that you said something without turning around. He did that quite often. He never knew when to quit. “Do you want to go out with me?”

You should have known he wasn’t truly paying attention to what you were saying, because he absent mindedly agreed without putting much thought into it. “Chan, I meant like a date.”

That was what got his attention. He froze and didn’t turn around yet, but you could see his ears start to burn a bright red. You smiled softly at the small detail as you waited for his proper response to your proposal. Chan slowly turned his head, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. 

“A date?” He squeaked, starting to play with his fingers and looking around the room like it was going to decided for him. “I..yes?” 

Bang Chan was never more cuter than that moment. 

Lee Know: For once, Stray Kids was on an extended break while everyone relaxed and recovered from constantly being at work. Minho immediately went to Gimpo, so he could come bother you for a little bit. He sometimes stayed over in your apartment, leaving clothes there as a “just incase.” He hasn’t seen you in months and you haven’t been able to talk as frequently due to his long, dragging schedules.

Minho opened the door with the spare key you gifted him a while back. You didn’t mind him coming in at random as he was usually harmless. The first thing he noticed was your cat running around. His smiled grew big as he noticed that you were playing with him, shining a laser at random. You giggled, watching the feline jump and pounce, trying to catch the uncatchable light. Eventually you noticed Minho watching from the opening of the room, shocked.

“Oh, we were just having a little play date. I’m sorry I didn’t notice you were here.” You spoke, slightly embarrassed. Minho brushed it off, “It’s fine. We should have a play date of our own though.”

“What?” “What?” “Okay, Minho..”

Changbin: You both were again at a restaurant, eating something for lunch. He had the day off and decided instead of working out, he would see you. Messages weren’t the same as seeing you in real life like before. You were talking about your week while he listened intently. He couldn’t help but let his eyes flicker at your lips or your eyes. Your eyes would always shine when you were excited and you had a habit of biting your lip. He enjoyed watching those little habits of yours.

“Changbin. Is there something wrong?” He snapped out of the small trance you put him in and looked right into your eyes and smiled. 

“Aww, were you worried about me?” He started to speak in a whiny voice that always made you roll your eyes yet giggle at the same time. He pulled himself closer to you and thought for a second. “I am fine, just thinking and zoned out for a small bit.”

“Come on, tell meee” You whined back and leaned your head back in the chair. He hummed and watched you. Should he do it? Was it worth the risk? He scoffed at the thought. He had jutdae, he will say what he means and mean it with confidence. 

“When we go out like this, it feels like we are on a date. I want to know if you want to go on a proper one?”

Hyunjin: You were on your shift, bored. It was a slow day and only a handful of people have came through the store and even then only a single person actually purchased anything. Usually, you would try to find something to do however your new manger has been stricting down on staying on task and doing what you were paid to do. You couldn’t even have your phone out at all during shift.

As you were about to fall asleep standing up, the bell above the door rung. You wiped the small amount of drool from your mouth and stood up straight to greet the customer. You came face to face with Hyunjin.

You haven’t seen much of him as being an idol sometimes left him unavailable. Hyunjin waved softly, mask hiding the probable smile on his face. You walked over and started to follow him around, manager be damned. You enjoyed watching him try to find new paints and oils to use while you both spoke about whatever that came to mind at the moment. 

“There is this art gallery that’s having a special event next week. I am planning on going.” He mentioned, glancing away from you. You found it odd, but brushed it off as him being his weird self. 

“Oh, I heard about it. I wanted to go, but I couldn’t afford a ticket.” You pouted, folding your arms. Hyunjin licked his lips and thought for a second before blurting out that he could take you.

“Like a date?” He paused before confirming what you said. “Like a date.”

HAN: He was at your place for once, trying to get away from the dorms and studio. Jisung doesn’t come there as often as he was usually busy and trying to work on new projects. You had a “no work” rule while he was there. If only you knew how hard that rule was when he wrote every little sappy love song with the thought of you behind it all. 

The two of you were watching Howl’s Moving Castle per Jisung’s request. He would quote the movie as the scene was currently playing and even had the movements of the characters down. It was cute watching. After the movie ended, you put on a random anime that you have been meaning to rewatch. Although, none of that didn’t matter when Jisung was cuddled into your side. He got cold and decided to snuggle into you since the blanket wasn’t enough for him anymore. 

You asked him to come over for a reason and yet each time you wanted to say it, you immediately backed out. Why was asking someone out so hard to do? It’s Jisung, it always easy to talk to him, why can’t you talk to him now?

“There’s going to be a new Ghibli movie. You should see it with me. You know, like a movie date.” The words fumbled out of your mouth, it was a miracle Jisung could actually understand what you’re sayin to him.

Felix: He was waiting for you at the airport. He had to do quite a bit of lying and even disguising to able to pull this off. He was shocked he made it this far without being noticed by people. After over a year, you’re finally moving to South Korea due to a job offer as a model. You never told him anything until the deal was finalized and you were ready to officially move over there.

For once, you were also not swarmed by fans and paparazzi wanting to get a photo of you or some comments that would most likely be taken out of context. You also bought a disguise. You didn’t want anyone to know that you were here and out and about. 

Felix stood with a big sign that said the nickname that he tended to use for you. Once you were off the plane and saw the sign, you almost dropped your bags. Luckily your manager just took them for you as you ran to the male, hugging him tightly. Felix’s smile was bright and big as he hugged you back just as tight. You were so warm. He was glad that this was his first hug with you. 

“Since I live here now, I have been meaning to ask you. Do you want to go to dinner with me sometime?”

Seungmin: Eventually his coffee ban was over and he was allowed back into the shop. First thing in the morning, he was ready to see you. Once the bell rung above him, he noticed you look up with a slight moment of shock before starting to make his favorite drink at the shop. Before he spoke even a word to you, you rung him up and then pushed it into his hands. Seungmin blinking slowly, frowning before you immediately ran into the back due to a “break.”

Seungmin didn’t know how to feel at that moment. Why were you acting all weird all of a sudden? You didn’t act like this over messages. Maybe you were just good at masking your feelings while texting someone? He brushed it off and kept sipping on the bitter drink. Usually, he enjoyed the taste, but not when you were acting so oddly.

“Coffee again?” Jeongin teased as he slide next to him, bored. Practice didn’t start for a while, so all they could do was stretch and relax until everyone was there. Seungmin hummed and kept drinking from the hot cup. “Hey, what’s that on your drink?”

Seungmin frowned and looked at where Jeongin was pointing at.

Date?

Seungmin’s heart almost jumped in his throat at the implication that you wanted to go on a date with him. He knew you were flirting when you first met, but you both became quick friends as well. He thought you had lost interest.

He fished his phone from his pocket and sent you a message with the exactly response you wanted: yes.

I.N: After promotions was done for the new era, Jeongin immediately set up mall trips with you on your off days. If you had to work anyways, he would then pop into the store and talk to you. He could spend hours within the store just talking about anything if he could. You both just had an amazing bond that he couldn’t explain.

That was until he accidentally got you fired. He was visiting you at work once again and he didn’t realize that your boss was there. He didn’t come to the store much, but when he did it wasn’t fun to be on shift. He hides and watches the customers and employees. He watched you and Jeongin crack jokes while on shift and decided that you needed to be replace due to your incompetence and childish behavior. 

Jeongin immediately felt bad, watching his best friend lose his job because he decided to come in and mess around. You didn’t seem to care that much and shrugged it off. You were planning on quitting anyways. The pay wasn’t good enough and it was miserable working there unless Jeongin found the time to come in. 

“M/N, what can I do to make it up to you?” He asked for the nth time. It was starting to get on your nerves how much Jeongin wanted to apologize to you. Like you kept saying, you didn’t care about the job enough to be mad at him.

“Eat with me? A date?” You shrugged it off like it was nothing. Jeongin, though, paused and watched you. How did you say that so casually?

“Oh..” He started to play with his burning ears. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

#bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmim #yang jeongin #skz #stray kids #stray kids x male reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff

[reflectionsofthesea]

Some cool expressions in Bergamasco (the dialect from the town I was born and raised in, Bergamo) and a comparison with italian.

Bergamasco is a very interesting dialect, because it borrows terms, sounds and letters from both german and french! This makes it sound very different from italian and other italian dialects.

A lot of grammatical components like the way verbs are structured, the sounds and pronunciation, and articles, are very similar to german and french.

And it also gives bergamasco-speakers like myself an advantage in speaking german, finnish or other languages that have the vowels ä, ö, ü (or the finnish y), since we already know how to pronounce them!

(green: Bergamasco, white: italian) Some expressions:

se fet? cosa fai? = what are you doing?

so mia. non lo so. = i don't know.

n'doe? dove? = where?

n'do set? dove sei? = where are you?

mochela. smettila. = stop it.

lassa sta'. lascia stare. = don't bother/leave it alone.

fa frecc. fa freddo. = it's cold.

fa colt. fa caldo. = it's hot.

mola mia. non mollare. = don't let go/don't give up.

fa' mia isè. non fare così. = don't be like that.

n'dondaret? dove vai? = where are you going?

n'che manera? perché? = in what way/ means 'why?'

borlà zò cadere = fall down

desdes fo'./rampa fo'. svegliati/muoviti = wake up, hurry up

gregnà ridere = to laugh

usa drè urlare dietro = to scream at someone

porta drè negot. non portarti dietro niente. = don't bring anything (with you)

lèa de terra levare da terra = scream/argue at someone so much you're lifting them from the ground

an va? andiamo? = shall we go? (from french on y va?)

so dré a maià. sto mangiando. = i'm eating. (from french  je suis en train de manger)

usa mia. non urlare. = don't shout

Some words:

rüt sporco = dirt (from german)

hümmia scimmia = monkey

cì maiale = pig

ca'al cavallo = horse

formagèr formaggiaio/lattaio = cheese maker (from french fromager)

articiòk carciofo = artichoke (from french artichaut)

oeuf, öf uovo = egg (from french oeuf)

frèr ferro = iron (from french fer)

rasga sega = handsaw

scèta bambina = little girl

Bergamasco is mostly spoken in the countryside and especially in the mountain villages and hills around Bergamo by older generations. It is not as commonly spoken in the main city, or used by younger generations. I learned it from my mom, and we speak it in the house daily. You can often hear it spoken by handymen, construction builders, artisans, and older men in the town.

A political party popular in Lombardia (Bergamo's Region) proposed years ago that Bergamasco should be thought in schools in Bergamo and around the province, but the idea was rejected. The sad reality is that Bergamasco, like a lot of italian dialects, is in danger of disappearing due to how less and less it's spoken and taught to younger generations. I personally really love Bergamasco and I love how unique and cool it sounds, and how it clearly shows the history of Bergamo as well: we went through the Austrian invasion, the German influence and also trades/exchanges with France, that contributed in the years to make the dialect sound the way it does now. It's a collection of my town's history and cultural exchanges and interaction (even if unfortunate ones, with Germany and Austria)

Most people from Bergamo and that speak Bergamasco have a very prominent specific accent (I do!) even when speaking normal italian. People from Bergamo are considered very matter-of-fact and straightforward, and the dialect reflects this nature very well: a lot of words and verbs are shorter than their italian counterpart, and the borrowed sounds from German make it sound harsher/more direct than italian does.

Bergamaschi wanted to avoid speaking so badly they even made their dialect as short and direct as possible, so they could use less words than regular italian and get to the point quicker.

#just some cool facts and words about my town <3 i love bergamo a lot #bergamasco #italian #italian dialect #language learning #langblr #dialects #italian language #learning italian #mine

[a-room-of-my-own]

On a des petites filles qui se font lyncher devant leur collège par des Daech juniors et la réponse des différents partis politiques c’est

- faut plus de moyens

- faut plus de dialogue inter religieux

- faut manger des chamallow autour d’un feu en chanter Kumbaya

NON

Faut me ramasser ces petits connards et les foutre en centre éducatif fermé

Faut arrêter de tout le temps raquer, merde.

Et puis c’est quoi le message qu’on envoie aux filles qui sont en première ligne ? Tabasser des gamines et on vous enverra en classe verte? Non mais on est où ? Ça fait des années qu’en réponse aux émeutes on construit des skateparks pour ces messieurs, est-ce qu’on a vu un résultat ? Et les filles ont leur construit quoi ? On leur propose quoi ?

Des gamines prostituées, tuées, violées, brûlées dans des cabanons, tabassées presque à mort à l’école et tout le monde regarde ailleurs parce que ça se passe dans des cités ! Et personne pour prendre leur défense !

Ça me rend folle.

#et après on s’étonne des intentions de vote aux européennes

[coolvieilledentelle]

Rusé comme un renard canard

C'est une mission périlleuse, mais nous allons relever le défi en vous proposant une délicieuse tarte au boudin noir de canard et aux pommes qui saura conquérir les palais les plus récalcitrants !

Tout d'abord, laissez-moi vous dire que les enfants ont parfois des goûts étranges. Ils sont capables de manger des cailloux (comme les canards) et de la pâte à modeler, mais le boudin noir ? C'est une autre histoire ! Alors, préparons-nous à ruser en cachant le boudin noir de canard dans une délicieuse tarte aux pommes.

La recette

Recette pour 6 personnes

Niveau : moyen                                          

Temps de préparation : 20 min 

Temps de cuisson : 1h     

Les ingrédients :        

600gr de boudins noirs de canard de Chez Morille

1 rouleau de pate feuilleté  

2 pommes     

2 pommes de terre

3 oignons   

50gr de beurre

3c. à soupe d’huile d’olive     

1c. à soupe de moutarde

1c. à café de Pineau des Charentes (Pssst... On vous conseille les Frères Moines)

Sel   

Poivre

Un plat pour les petits et les grands !

1) Préchauffez le four à 150 °c.

2) Épluchez les pommes. Les enfants adorent les pommes, c'est universel. (Isaac Newton a découvert la gravité grâce aux pommes, et c’est pas rien…)  

3) Découpez les en dés et faites de même pour les pommes de terre.

4) Dans une sauteuse, faites fondre le beurre et laissez dorer les dés sur feux doux pendant 5 minutes en remuant de temps en temps. Salez, poivrez et poursuivez la cuisson pendant 5 minutes. Réservez.

5) Épluchez et émincez les oignons. Faites-les ensuite dorer avec l’huile dans une poêle sur feu doux pendant quelques minutes. Ajoutez le pineau (et servez-vous un verre), mélangez et réservez.

6) Découpez notre délicieux boudin de canard Chez Morille en rondelles. Si vous voulez jouer la carte de l'authenticité, expliquez à vos enfants que c'est un plat qui remonte à l'époque d’Astérix et Obélix et que c’est un peu comme la potion magique ! (C’est riche en fer).

7) Foncez un moule à tarte avec la pâte feuilletée. Étalez la moutarde sur la pâte feuilletée puis ajoutez le mélange aux pommes. Disposezles rondelles de boudin et les oignons sur la pâte. 

8) Laissez cuire 40 minutes au four

[cloverdaisies]

SNAP OUT OF IT : ERIC SOHN

contains: slight mature themes e.g drug misuse, strong language, that’s about it

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Radio announcer: “Let’s talk about alternative rock band the boyz, their lead singer Juyeon Lee announced their world tour over instagram this morning! How exciting! Their drummer Sunwoo Kim, actually commented on the post the singer wrote saying he wasn’t meant to announce the tour yet.”

Radio announcer 2: “That’s class actually, they’ve taken the UK by storm in recent months I actually saw a girl at a recent fan event for them in Manchester with ‘Eric Sohn sign my tits’ written on her forehead. I was gobsmacked.”

Radio announcer 1: “Honestly the ladies and men out there can’t get enough of them, here’s their newest track ‘Snap out of it’ here on Radio Z”

ERIC POV:

Blacking out, my hands clumsily falling against the strings of the guitar in my hands. The stage was a sickly blur, as it always was. Spinning at a head thrashing speed, the only thing I could decipher was Juyeon slurring into the mic.

"This ones for all those angels up there.. " He giggled the last part with a smirk, hanging on to the mic and leaning into it lowly. Whilst I slammed down onto the strings of my guitar, the intro faded out as the song started.

Chaotic screams and a huge ruckus erupted from the crowd, the tranquil verses bursting into the manic chorus. If I wasn't so high, I probably could of remembered the set we played that night. The destructive sea of fans bashing their heads into the air and throwing up their arms in uncontrolled moshing.

"I want to grab both your shoulders and shake baby-.." Juyeon paused as the music halted momentarily.

"Snap out of it..."  I finished his sentence with my own mic. Swinging along to riff, the ascending chords fitting together perfectly to the pitch Juyeon sang over it in. I smirked as we got to the last chorus, my fingers bleeding as they were split open from grazing the strings at an insane pace for the entire concert.

"It's been a good night, the lovely city of Los Angels. We've been The Boyz. Goodnight!" Juyeon announced from the mic, completely faded but sober enough to be understood. The lights faded into complete darkness, slinging my guitar over my head and handing it to the staff on the sidelines.

"Well done." Hyunjae, our bass player, limped over planting a kiss on my head unknowingly. I shrugged the intoxicated elder off of me, downing the open neck of beer on the side drawers.

"I'm gonna fucking pass out." Sunwoo threw his drumsticks on to the coffee table and plummeted on to the leather couch behind him with a lazy slap.

Lighting one up between my lips, no matter how much I drank, my mouth was completely dry - my tongue feeling trapped between the two walls of a paper-like texture. Exhaling the smoke into the closed room and tipping the excess off my ring finger tiredly. I leant back into the couch, Sunwoo's legs kicked up over my lap.

"Eric, the manager wants you." Juyeon walked into the backstage area last, sweat leaking from the strands of his hair as he collapsed on the couch beside Sunwoo.

"What for?" I huffed, crushing the cigarette into the ash tray and getting up to my feet lazily.

"I'd tell you if I knew." He snapped, rolling my eyes I slapped him with the back of my hand as I walked by.

Grasping the coolness of the silver plated handle with my bleeding finger tips. I swung open the door to the staff's room in the venue, coughing as I entered and announcing my presence.

"What?" I asked bluntly, falling on to the couch opposite the manger - sitting with his arms folded arrogantly, cocking brow at my snappy attitude.

"I wanted to speak to you about your image." He began, causing me to roll my eyes with snicker and flash a glint of my sharp teeth that grazed the chapped skin on my lips.

"What about it?" I chuckled, waiting for an outrageous proposal from the middle aged and balding man tutting his head across from me.

"You're in a rock band, not a bubblegum pop group, you're too nice. You need a scandal, you need to be hated by the wrong people. Destroy that glint of hope in the mainstream media's eye. Show them you're like the rest of your group, heartless, conniving, toxic, but have the girls love you." He vented, his mouth bubbling in an excited hiss, closing his fist in exaggeration as his eyes drifted into that one thousand mile stare of his.

"That's not the real me though." I argued artistically, playing off the idea with a shrug.

"Nothing in Hollywood is real kid. Unless you want your career ending, I'd do what I say." He smirked evilly, my hands trembled on my knees as a chewed on the nail of my index finger - whether that was nerves or the drug rush I didn't know myself.

"Whatever." I spat in defeat, getting up from the couch in an aggressive strop.

"Good kid." He sneered, leaning back into the patent leather with an demonic stare glued into his blackened eyes.

Outside the door, Sunwoo seemed to of heard the entire ordeal as he stood against the wall with a lit cigarette between his lips.

"I hate our management, why do we even do this?" I slammed my fist into the wall beside me with a sharp bang. Sunwoo seemingly unfazed by it, walked up to me with a casual stroll and patted my shoulder sweetly.

"You're the only one that has complaints." He smirked as I brushed him off in annoyance.

"Yeah that's because I'm not like the rest of you, none of your care about anyone but yourselves." I spat nastily at this point, not caring too much about what I was saying to the wavy haired brunette next to me.

"We do care, but it's because we want the best for all of us. The best thing for you, is to listen to management. They'll ruin your life and all of ours if you don't." He replied with tolerance, stepping back to give me some space since I was clearly worked up about the situation.

"Sounds like you only care because it affects you." I chuckled bitterly, brushing past him and back down the hallway.

"Eric you're being-" He yelled after me, throwing his hands up in the air exaggeratedly.

"Fuck off." I cut him off before he could claim I was being 'childish' or 'immature' - in realty I knew I was the only one with any emotional intelligence, not that it would change.

The moonlight shone on to the rooftops in the city, walking out of the building with my hood over my head. We were playing in our hometown that night anyways, the others would only assume I went home early. The wind blew harshly, the bottom of my leather ankle boots hitting the pavements in loud echos.

"Do you think they'll leave through this exit?"

"I don't know I think Juyeon's more of a 'through the fire door' type of guy."

My ears perked up to the sound of a few girls whispering amongst each other beside me. They were clearly fans, their baggy fan merchandise tucked into their black skinny jeans.

"Excuse me, sir." One began to approach me, with that I sped up - almost picking up into a light jog down the street. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Sir?!" They didn't move but stayed in the same place as I ran away. I didn't intend to run as far as I did, wandering far into the high street where the store fronts lit up in glistening neons and fluorescent whites that flickered on and off in malfunctioning glitches.

Where even am I? I looked around as best as I could without spoiling my low profile. I continued to walk, to try and find some familiarity in the area. But it was filled with nameless bars, small pawn shops and taxi services. The nightlife was wild, however I couldn't risk asking someone for directions without the risk of them recognizing who I was. It was slightly quieter when I reached the end of the street, sighing to myself I took my hood down and proceeded.

"Come on just let me take you home princess."

"Fuck off, No."

"I'll take real good care of you."

"Leave me alon- GET OFF OF ME."

Overhearing a conversation to my left, I whipped my head around to see a girl in a short black ruffle dress being tugged by a larger male on the sidewalk. Crossing the street, I yelled over quickly.

"Oh there you are! I've been looking for you!" I shouted, approaching the unknown girl closeby. "Who's this?" I pointed to the man holding her arm, with a strange look.

"I don't k-" She replied with great alarm before being cut off by the large man next to her.

"We're old friends, she's letting me take her home." The man spoke for her, still trying to force her into his car.

"Well I'm her boyfriend, so I think I would know who you were. Now please get off of her." I brought her waist close, the man dropping her arm with a defeated huff and sliding back into his car. The car sped off down the street, the engine firing in a high pitched squeal.

"Thank you- thank you so much." She huffed out in relief, bracing her knees in a release of fear.

"No problem at all, are you okay?" I pulled her up from her trembling hunch and supported her upright.

"Yeah I'm fine, seriously thank you for doing that, god knows what could of happened." She replied brushing off the gesture in curtesy.

"Do you wanna grab a drink or something? Can you get home safely?" I asked, watching her eyes glint in the night light. She glanced over to a nearby convenience store, the ones with the small metal tables outside.

"Sure. I guess I wanna know more about you." She smiled, I returned the small curl on my lips and leisurely followed her across the street.

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hi clo here ! let me know if you want to see more snippets like this from possible plots of mine!

#tbz #the boyz drabbles #the boyz x reader #kpop imagines #the boyz imagines #the boyz x you #eric sohn #sunwoo #juyeon #hyunjae #kpop #the boyz fanfic #kpop fanfic #the boyz #Spotify #eric sohn fluff

[je-suis-ronflex]

Ce matin y a le prof d'anglais qui vient me voir et me propose de manger ensemble et qu'il compte prendre des pizzas mais je lui explique que je suis en service continu et que je n'ai pas de vraie pause donc c'est compliqué pour moi de m'absenter pour manger comme ça et que de toute façon j'ai déjà mon petit repas. Et là, au moment du repas voilà le message que je reçois

C'est à partir de quand que je peux considérer qu'il est amoureux de moi et commencer à préparer le mariage

#prof d'anglais #quentin le surveillant

[svajonesblog]

Can’t help it 💐

Character: San and fen reader

Tags : fluff .fluff .and more fluff

San can’t help it …. He wasn’t like this ! He was the type to do everything on his own pace but end up stressing out over the little time he has, he used to do everything on his own walking home ,eating ,getting ready , cleaning ….ect

But once’s he meets y/n everything changed. San became a different man

It was when San went to library to do some paperwork a habit he gained after he tried it once with one of their manger’s it was easier to bland in everyone minded their business studying reading working, and so did he ! He went in got his work done and went out that was until he saw her ….she was just sitting down flipping through the pages of the huge medical book taking notes sometimes bring her laptop out to write an essay she was beautiful he never seen such gorgeous eyes her outfits adding more to her beauty,he started getting closer and closer to her table sitting in different places each time so she wouldn’t notice San wasn’t the type to just go up and talk to someone specially a girl let alone a gorgeous one so one time after she cought him staring and giggling a little before she waved smiling that’s all it took for him to put his big boy pants on (after a whole speech from ateez members encouraging him to just do it ) he went up to you the next day and asked if you could go on a date after you’re done in a cafe right next to the library and you said yes (which left him absolutely flabbergasted) and you guys hit it off after that

And that’s when the “I can’t help it fever “as hongjoong calls it starts

He started taking care of him self more working harder he started walking home slowly knowing that once he reached home he would find everything ready and you waiting for him on the sofa watching some show and eating gummy bears

He couldn’t help the smile that would cross his face when you text him ,he couldn’t help looking at his phone every Second in case you texted him ,he couldn’t help stopping every last day of the week by the gift shop near your shared apartment to get you flowers and chocolates ,he couldn’t help they way he played with the matching ring you got him as he told mingi how wonderful you are for the 17th time that day, he couldn’t help coming home and immediately going to you to hug and kiss you ,and so much more , some people say he was obsessed they way he treated you was so sweet, even atiny said that they never seen San so exited to talk about someone like he was about you

San couldn’t help it , when he walked into the jewelry store and bought the most beautiful expensive engagement ring as he said “ only the best for the love of my life “ he couldn’t help it when he started sobbing in your arms as very one he every loved watched after you said yes after he propose to you on the beach at sunset

San couldn’t help

༺♡ Falling in love with you ♡༻

#ateez reaction #ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez #atiny #ateez san #kpop imagines #ateez fluff

[shakeskp]

Encore un bout de fic

Parce que je viens de le corriger et qu'il y a un truc thématique avec le bout que j'ai mis hier, un extrait du monstre nom de code "It was only a kiss", et plus précisément du chapitre 3 qui fait plus de 7000 mots - pas vraiment spoiler (c'est la conséquence directe et évidente de la toute première scène de la fic), et lisible sans contexte.

Content warning: la scène se passe à l'infirmerie du Temple, avec description de quelqu'un qui sort du coma et n'est pas au meilleur de sa forme (mais rien de gore)

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Étant donné tout le temps qu'Obi-Wan allait passer dans la cuve à bacta, on l'avait rasé pour des raisons d'hygiène avant de l'y plonger. Cet acte avait semblé à la fois d’une violence épouvantable et d'une parfaite logique. Mais en suspension dans le bacta comme dans la Force, Obi-Wan n'avait pas eu l'air tout à fait lui-même, n'avait même pas paru là. Alors, quelque part, ça avait été supportable. Ses cheveux et sa barbe avaient repoussé lentement, informes, mais encore une fois, ça n’avait pas été tout à fait lui.

Maintenant qu’il était réveillé, assis dans un lit, c’était différent.

On l'avait rasé à nouveau. Ses yeux bleu-vert semblaient immenses, presque lui manger le visage. Ses joues creusées par l'amaigrissement inévitable rehaussaient encore ses pommettes déjà hautes et lui donnaient une apparence fragile qu'Anakin n'avait jamais associée à Obi-Wan. Il ne restait de ses cheveux que quelques millimètres de rousseur, et rien de sa barbe.

Pendant un instant déroutant, Anakin eut l'impression d'être revenu douze ans en arrière.

— Sois sincère, dit Obi-Wan d'une voix éraillée, un sourire aux lèvres. Est-ce que je fais toujours trop jeune ?

— Je suis à deux doigts de te proposer de devenir mon padawan, répondit-il, la voix tout aussi rauque.

Obi-Wan voulut de toute évidence rire, mais une grimace de douleur y coupa court. Anakin s'avança comme dans un rêve et, arrivé au lit, tomba à genoux.

— Anakin.

— Je suis désolé, souffla-t-il, la gorge serrée. Je suis tellement désolé.

#obikin #mes scribouillis #blabla

[selidren]

Printemps 1918 - Champs-les-Sims

2/10

Je ne souhaite pas revenir sur mon expérience de la guerre. Je me suis tout de même ouvert de votre remarque sur les allemands à Albertine, mais nous avons été interrompus par Marc-Antoine, l'aîné de mes fils, qui a fait valoir son point de vue d'une façon bien bruyante, arguant que ce sont les hommes de peu qu'on a envoyé sur le front, et que les vrais responsables de la boucherie ne sont que des bourgeois bien abrités derrière les lignes. Pardonnez mon fils, ce n'est encore qu'un enfant et il s'est mis à lire Marx ces derniers temps. Je n'y connais pas grand chose, mais je me demande si c'est une lecture bien pertinente pour un garçon de douze ans. Albertine ne cesse pourtant de me dire combien Marc-Antoine est intelligent, et si je me fie à mon propre intellect à son âge, cela semble peut-être plus compréhensible. Quand à vos douleurs, ce n'est pas mon sujet de conversation préféré, mais sachez que j'ai les mêmes dans le bras, et qu'il est des jours et des nuits où elles ne laissent pas en paix.

Je suis cependant catastrophé d'apprendre pour le mariage de votre fille. Ce garnement ne mérite pas les biens de ses pères et j'ose espérer que jamais un homme ne traitera mes filles de cette façon. Les scandales m'ennuient. Et pour votre épouse, ne vous en faites pas, elle finira par saisir l'importance de votre tâche et vous laissera en paix avec ses états d'âme. Il est malheureux qu'elle n'ait pas les mêmes centres d'intérêt que vous, comme cela vous auriez au moins pu lui proposer de vous accompagner. Vous pourrez toujours lui dire pour la rassurer qu'elle n'a pas les difficultés de mon Albertine : mon épouse déteste partir loin des enfants, mais notre passion commune pour l'Egypte est si grande que le choix n'est pas aisé pour elle.

Sur ce, je retournes à mes exercices de graphie. Me voici revenu à l'école élémentaire à tracer des séries de majuscules à la plume. J'imagine qu'en désespoir de cause, je pourrai toujours engager un secrétaire bien que l'idée me répugne : jamais il n'aura dans ses écrits le niveau d'exigences auquel je m'astreins.

Votre cousin, Pr. Constantin Le Bris

P.S : Mes condoléances pour le décès de votre neveu Thomas. Je ne l'ai pas bien connu, mais mon neveu Alexandre m'a assuré que c'était un jeune homme fort aimable.

P.S 2. Albertine vous fait savoir qu'elle se fera grand plaisir d'écrire à votre épouse.

Transcription :

Adelphe « Ah Tintin, tu as déjà fini de manger ? »

Constantin « Exact. Je m’y suis mis en avance, je suis toujours d’une horrible maladresse avec mes couverts et je ne voulais pas contrarier Grand-Mère. »

Adelphe « Tu aurais pu attendre Madame Legens. Elle aurait au moins réchauffé ton repas. »

Constantin « Je ne suis plus un enfant, Adelphe. J’en ai bien plus qu’assez de dépendre des autres pour n’importe quelle tâche futile. »

Adelphe « Fort bien. En attendant, te voilà à manger froid. »

Constantin « Et toi alors ? Tu ne manges pas avec les autres ? »

Adelphe « J’ai une réunion tôt à la distillerie. Les gars veulent créer un syndicat, et ils souhaitent une heure de concertation avec la « délégation patronale ». J’imagine que c’est moi. Ah, et je sais allumer le poêle accessoirement. »

Constantin « Bon à savoir. Tu me montreras comment faire à l’occasion. J’ai encore du travail, des lettres en retard, donc je vais monter. A moins que tu veuilles que je te tiennes compagnie. »

Adelphe « Pas besoin. Je vais finir rapidement. Ah et Tintin, tu as encore mal à ton bras ? »

Constantin « Non, pas spécialement. »

Adelphe « Ne me mens pas, je t’ai entendu grogner toute la nuit depuis ma chambre. »

Constantin « Ce n’était rien, vraiment. Tu dors donc si mal ? Encore tes cauchemars ? »

Adelphe « Non, une simple petite insomnie passagère. »

Constantin « Menteur, tu as les yeux rouges et des cernes ! »

Adelphe « Bon… je pense qu’on devrai arrêter de se mentir Tintin. »

Constantin « Tu as raison, nous ne sommes pas assez doués pour cela et en plus cela ne nous rassure ni l’un ni l’autre. »

Adelphe « Il faut croire qu’on s’est tout les deux bien abîmés ces dernières années. »

Constantin « Sans doute… Ah et j’y pense ! Ne laisse pas Marc-Antoine discuter avec les ouvriers. Je n’ai rien contre le socialisme, contrairement à mon père, mais il est en train d’en faire une obsession ! »

#lebris #lebrisgens4 #history challenge #legacy challenge #sims 3 #decades challenge #nohomechallenge #ts3 #simblr #sims stories #eugénie le bris #Constantin Le Bris #Jules Le Bris #Albertine Maigret #Adelphe Barbois #Eugénie Bernard #Marc-Antoine Le Bris #Louise Le Bris #Thomas Béate #Alexandre Barbois

[ascle]

Nouvelle année, nouvelle résolution! Je me suis donnée comme mission de parfaire votre culture québécoise! Parce que bien que les pièges de « gosses » et « turlute » soient connus de tous, un peu de vocabulaire québécois vous évitera peut-être quelques quiproquos dans le future!

Au fil des semaines je vous propose de vous faire découvrir la beauté de la langue québécoise.

Voici donc:

Aujourd’hui, la lettre « A »

- Abriller ou abrier:

Recouvrir quelqu’un d’une couverture (d’ailleurs personne dit « couverture », on dit « couverte ») ou d’un drap. La nuit, on s’abrille pour dormir. Inversement, on se désabrille si on a trop chaud!

- Achaler/achalant:

Déranger, agacer, importuner.

- Asteur:

Maintenant, à l’instant.

Expressions

Auto-pelure-de-bananiser (autopeluredebananiser)

Se nuire à soi-même, sans aide extérieure. (Peu utilisé, mais tellement savoureux)

Avoir de l’eau dans cave

Avoir des pantalons trop courts

Avoir des croutes à manger

Avoir beaucoup de choses à apprendre. Devoir acquérir de l’expérience.

Avoir le piton collé

Avoir un fou rire incontrôlable.

Avoir son voyage

En avoir marre

Bonus

Le grand art de déformer un mot:

#quebec #langue française #culture #Instagram

[httpjupiterbby]

hello! can you do fluff prompts 21 and 33 with bodyguard!nat and celebrity!reader where they have to fake date to keep the tabloids talking? thank you!

1.1𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 1.1𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢. ®

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝!𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:18+ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

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“Y/n! Y/n, over here! Nat and Y/n look over here!”

Giving them a smile, you grip Natasha’s arm, “I can’t wait for this to be over.” You say still smiling.

“Same.” Natasha says turning her head to you, eyes wondering your face. A real smile coming upon her face as she continues staring at you. Feeling her stare, you look at her and chuckle, “What?”

“My heart feels like it’s dancing when I look at you.” Natasha confesses causing your smile to drop a little. “What?” You asked again, your heart pounding out of your chest. You and Natasha have been fake dating for the past months due to paparazzi spotting you two together at the beach and almost everywhere else due to the fact that she’s your bodyguard but the paps didn’t know that so rumors had started saying you and her were dating.

Your manger loved that you were getting the attention from rug and proposed that you and Natasha should fake date. Though you felt a little guilty for using Natasha for more publicity but part of you felt a little happy because you have had a crush on her for while now and loved that you get to date her even if it’s fake.

You knew you would never have a chance with her; One, you were a celebrity and she was your bodyguard. Two, you would never stand a chance because from what you hear she had a girlfriend, Maria.

“I really really like you, y/n.” Natasha tells you, swallowing the lump in her throat as she continues talking, “I’ve had feelings for you for a while now.”

“B-but what about Maria?”

“She was just a lay.” She says nervously, eyes looking away from you for second. She wasn’t exactly proud of her actions but she needed a little relief and to be honest, she was wish it was you, “I really really like you too” You beam at her, cheeks flushed.

Natasha looks down at your lips, leaning forward and pressing hers on them. You happily kiss back, forgetting about that fact that you were on the red carpet, right now all that matter was you two.

Breaking the kiss, you look into her eyes, “You sure you want me?” You asked against her lips, hoping she knew what she would be getting herself into.

She nods pecking your lips, “I want you, and only you."

#httpjupiterbby #http: 1.1k celebration #http: natasha #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x you

[maeleelee]

Cotton Candy Landing

What goes up must come down. And as everyone from Orbit lands, more secrets are unveiled and will lead them to run. But will this path lead them to happily ever after or should they turn around?

Welcome back to the family of stoners. They’re all grown up and settling down. Everyone’s got full time jobs and some went and got married. Life is finally looking good for most. (Y/n has been turned into Bun Bun because this story follows a different lead.)

The boys:

Part 1

San: He’s a Boxer. Wooyoung is his manger. He’s been in love with someone else for a little bit. He told Mae everything and she just smiled at him and told she knew. He’s forever grateful to her.

Wooyoung: Owns a restaurant with Jongho. In a throuple with Yeosang and Mae. He loves them both to death and has been planning out a proposal idea with Yeosang for their bunny. Sans manager for his boxing career.

Yeosang: Opened a book store with his sister Ani and her fiancé, Yunho. He’s in a throuple with Wooyoung and Mae. Has the best idea to propose to both of them but refuses to tell Wooyoung.

Mingi: He went in with Joong, Chan, and Caden on the music studio. He raps and is damn good at it. He’s married to Kayla and Seonghwa. He plans on surprising Kayla with a cat.

Seonghwa: Went with Cassi to the film crew and got a job as well. Loves film so much that he films around the house. He’s been begging for a kid. (Kayla wants one too but she knows it’s better to wait for a little bit).

Yunho: Opened a book store with his Fiancé, Ani and his brother in law, Yeosang. Begged to buy the cabin in a farm but pouted when Ani picked on him about the fact that his begged.

Hongjoong: Went in with Chan, Caden, and Mingi to get the music studio. In a throuple with Cassi and Seungmin. Loves them both. Got three cats with the two of them.

Jongho: Owns a restaurant with Wooyoung. Best friends with the girls still. Talking to someone but won’t tell anyone because he wants to make sure it works out first.

Masterlist

Girls || Boys part 2

[laviedunesudiste]

De retour pour vous raconter la suite des aventures avec C.. En août, le voilà à m’écrire avant midi pour me demander si je suis dans le coin.. Évidemment, que je suis là, mais au travail ! En pleine période de rush, donc moins de pause pour manger le midi.. Et là, il me propose de se retrouver pour un quickie.. Mon corps dit oui mais ma tête non, j’aime pas les trucs faits à la va vite.. Et puis à force de me ronger, je finis par lui dire oui, qu’on se retrouve chez moi.. Meilleur quickie de ma vie !