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gretavanlace · 2 years

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Starry, Starry Night

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, dirty talk, oral sex (m/rec), fingering (f/rec), slight dom/sub, etc

*Idk who to credit for this picture of our lord and savior, please let me know if it’s yours. This one goes out to my mullet!josh anons. Ya’ll are a feral mob of monsters, and I love you!*

Josh finds you on the balcony, staring up at the cloudless, ink-black sky. He snakes his arm around your waist from behind, startling you out of your quiet star-gazing.

“Whatcha doin’, sweetness?” he burrows gently into the crook of your neck. “Searching for life on mars?”

“Don’t do that!” you gasp, swatting away at his embrace. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry…” his lips press against your ear. “didn’t mean to.”

“Yes, you did.” you smile, sinking into his arms, you never can stay mad at him. “You’re only quiet when you want to be. When did you get home?”

He sways you back and forth in the warm evening breeze, singing a couple verses of Bowie’s Life On Mars softly into your neck before snarking, “Just now, and yes, I did have fun with my brothers, thank you for asking.”

“Shut up,” you laugh. “I was getting there. How is my Danny, the love of my life, keeper of my heart?”

“Not great, hon…I had to off him. Did him in and tossed him in the river for stealing the affections of my woman. Like our poor Luca Brasi, he sleeps with the fishes.”

Your eyes roll painfully “God, you and that movie.”

“Film, love.” he corrects. “The Godfather is a fucking film.”

“My apologies.” your hands travel over his forearms, up and down, up and down. “Shh, though. Enjoy the stars with me.”

“Okay.” he mumbles, dropping soft pecks of his velvet lips just below your ear. “But if we see a UFO, we’re flagging it down.”

“Oh, for sure.” you’re melting into his kisses already. “Wouldn’t want you to miss your ride home on the mothership, weirdo.”

“You’d miss me.” he argues quietly, with a nip of his teeth over your pulse point.

“Maybe so.” you concede. “I wouldn’t miss your mouth, though, Kiszka. Shh, you talk too much.”

“You wouldn’t miss my mouth?” he teases, with a grin evident in his tone. “I think you would. I think you’d miss it here.” he sucks a bloom of electricity into your neck. “Annnnnnd I think you’d miss it here…” his hands snake under your shirt to lightly pinch your nipples, and then retreat. “And I know you’d miss my mouth right here.” One hand moves to your throat as the other slips between your legs to cup your cunt. “Yeah? You’d miss my mouth right here wouldn’t you, sweetness? Who would take care of this pretty little thing for you? Hmm?”

“Take me inside.” you breathe, attempting to push away from the railing as he holds fast to you.

“No. Right here.” a firm hand at the small of your back pushes you forward. “Grab onto the rails.”

“Josh,” your hand reaches back for him, desperate to lace your fingers into his hair. “Someone could see and…” you suddenly fall silent as the palm of your hand ghosts into his curls only to be met with a shorn, velour sensation. Your heart skips a beat until your fingertips grace over the delicate curls that are, thankfully, still there.

“What did you do?” you gasp, fighting to spin around in his arms.

He holds onto you firmly “Ah ah ah, baby…you stay where you are.”

“I want to see.” The protest escapes you sounding whiny and petulant as your hands map out the undercut.

“Too bad.” he wraps his fingers around your wrists and guides them back to the railing. “You’re going to cum first. Right here. Just like I said, and then we’ll see what you’ve earned.”

“Baby, please…” you beg, working diligently to make it pretty enough to be deemed irresistible. “Fuck, please, just let me see.”

“You, sweetness…” he taunts smugly, while reaching to slide his hand into your pajama bottoms. “You get to have a look when I’m sucking your cum off my fingers, and not a moment sooner.”

Without waiting for your complaints, he nudges your legs open wider, and dips two fingers into your warmth…burying them completely in one smooth push.

Your body is a betrayal as it collapses against the balcony with a choked, sobbing moan. When he gets like this – cocky and demanding, bossy and god-like, it dismantles you. His normally soft and gentle demeanor morphs into something completely foreign and it unravels you in the most beautiful way.

“Better stay quiet,” he warns, tucking into that delicious spot inside you. “Wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you getting your pretty cunt played with. Or would you? Maybe you want them to hear how hard I can make you cum with just my hand.”

You reach back and run your touch over his newly shaved sides, rocking and bouncing on his hand. “Please let me see. Fuck, Josh, please.”

“I said, not yet.” he snaps in a rasping whisper. “You know what I want.”

He curls his fingers further and you lose it with a wail you both fail to silence.

“Yeah, that’s it right there, isn’t it, baby?” he bites along your shoulder and presses his cock, rock hard and warm, into the small of your back. “That’s the spot. That’s that sweet little place that hides away just waiting for me to come and visit, huh?”

You nod frantically, fingers still raking over the clipped curls “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop.” his hand fucks away at you relentlessly. “Not until you give it up. C’mon now, baby…I’d really like to fill you with my cock right about now, so let's not keep me waiting.”

“Fuck,” the curse shakes out of you wildly. “So good…please, I’m so close.”

“Already?” he sounds pleased enough with himself that you envision slapping him. “I know just how to touch you, don’t I, doll? And where…all the places that get all worked up and needy for my hands, and my mouth,” he fucks into you faster, deeper, “and my cock…know just how to take care of my pretty girl, don’t I?”

“Yes, baby, yes…” the words are less than a whimper. “Yes yes yes…”

“Let's have it then, sweetness.” his mouth is pressed, hot and humid, against the shell of your ear, licking and kissing between his words “You’re dripping all over me, squeezed snug and gorgeous around my fingers. Wanna feel that pretty pussy on my cock.”

You tighten around him and it pulls a heavenly groan from deep within his chest…the sound alone sends you careening into that blissful little death right outside, under the stars.

“There it is…” he sounds tortured. “That’s my good, good, girl. Look at you…”

The second you step into a clearer head, you're fighting to spin around while he holds fast with a mocking tsk of his tongue. “Calm down, little lamb…you’re awfully pushy.”

He’s having way too much fun at your expense and you’ve had enough. “You said!” you huff, encroaching upon what he likes to call a ‘hissy fit’. “You said you’d let me see if I came and I did, so…”

“You did?” he cuts you off. “I couldn’t tell.” He shakes his hand and you can hear the faint sound of your release hitting the concrete at your feet in tiny spatters.

“Josh…” you sound pathetic, but it matters not.

“Alright, don’t break my heart with that sad little voice.” he drops a kiss just below your temple. “Turn around.”

You spin in his arms so quickly he is forced to steady you on your feet.

“Oh…” you breathe in awe. “Oh…oh my god…”

He remains silent, allowing you to turn his head this way and that, soaking it all in, adoring him. It is so reminiscent of the early days you almost believe you might be able to tug on a rat tail if you were to reach around to the nape of his neck. The sides are non-existent, shaved down close…it isn’t much, just trails blazed into his wild tangles by clippers, but the effect is drastic. He looks both older and younger, harder, edgier…and while a small part of your heart misses the softness, the angelic mess of curls, a much larger part has lost it.

“Fuck…” the word drags out of you slow and airy, full of desire.

“Yeah?” he smiles, gripping your hips deeply.

“Yeah.” you nod urgently “Take me inside…or don’t, I don’t care. Just, now…right fucking now.”

His thumb taps at your bottom lip and then slips into your mouth. You instantly suck it in, babying it against your tongue. “So soft and warm in here,” he whispers, nuzzling the tip of your nose with his own. “What if my cock wants a little kiss before I take you inside?”

Without thought, you drop to your knees, wincing when your body hits the unforgiving ground. “Careful, sweetness…” he strokes over your hair “Don’t break my favorite toy.”

In response, your mouth falls open, soft and wet, ready for him with wide, worshiping eyes.

“Look at my pretty baby…” he sighs, cupping your cheek with his left hand, tugging his cock out of his pants with his right. “All ready and willing to be sweet to me. Begging to suck me off with those bambi eyes. I love you very much. Do you know that?”

You offer a quick, half-nod and then your gaze is falling to the swollen head of his cock. “Can I have it, Josh? Please…right here.” your tongue, pink and inviting, slips out and waits…calling to him, beckoning him in.

He takes his cock in his fist, pumping it once, twice…and then he’s dragging it across your tongue, swirling circles into the flat of it, tapping and sweeping, while holding your jaw open with a hooked thumb.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos softly “Just lick it for me, just like that.”

You want more. You want him stuffed down into your throat…choking you, suffocating you…and he can see it by the furrow of your brow. “You want to swallow me, don’t you, doll?” he pets at your face with his free hand. “You want me to slide it in and fuck that pretty face?”

An embarrassing moan hitches out of your chest as you lick him and try your hardest to close your lips around the tip.

“I know, baby…” he soothes. “I know.”

With that, he pulls away and starts into the house while you blink away confusion, knelt to the floor of the balcony like a whore. Like his whore.

He stops at the threshold and turns with one hand on the doorframe, and one wrapped around the thick base of his dick. “You coming, little lamb?’

You start to your feet, but he shakes his head “I think you look very pretty down there, sweetness. Crawl.”

Falling forward onto your palms, you comply without question or shame…dignity has no reason to ever feel shaken with Josh.

“That’s my sweetheart…” he smiles gently, curling a finger to lure you into the house.

He waits in the hall, watching as you slink along on your hands and knees to please him. “You deserve a gold star, baby. Unfortunately, I’m all out of those…what would you like instead?” his fist is continually running along his length, squeezing and twisting over the head. You can’t tear your eyes away, and it makes him smirk. “This? You want this cock, pretty girl? Your cunt is so tight. So pink and lovely…maybe I should ruin it. What do you think?”

“Please…” you are now bowed before him, as if in prayer.

In reply, he reaches down and pets the crown of your head “Get up, sweetness…the last place you belong is at my feet.”

Rising, a shudder of lust quakes out of you when he grabs you by the waist and swings you around, trapping you between the weight of his body and the hallway wall. “Gonna fuck you right here, doll. Look…” he guides your line of sight, grip firm on your chin. “door’s wide open…the whole neighborhood is gonna know how fucking dirty you sound when you cum.”

A broken moan tumbles out of you before you can stop it. “You like that, don’t you?” he mocks your moan softly. “Little lamb is a whore.”

Your hands abandon those silky, newly snipped sides, and delve into his tangles, yanking and tugging. “Just do something already…goddamn, just do something.”

You haven’t even a chance to register his movement, but just like that, your pajama bottoms and panties are puddled at your feet and he’s hiking you up against the wall.

“Wrap your legs around me…” he pants, already lining himself up. “and hold on.”

When his cock brushes over you, a keening wail escapes you…it’s as though you’ve waited days, weeks, years, for this. “Yeah? You want that? Want it inside? Wanna fuck?” he nudges in and sucks in a breath through his teeth when he feels how hot you are to the touch, how soaked.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyes…” your eyes clamp shut as if warding off physical pain.

He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and bites deeply enough to make you whine, then releases it. “I like it when you get all frantic like this. When you need me so badly you lose yourself to it…but I can’t wait any longer. Look at me.”

Your eyes flash to his, and the moment your stares lock, he drives into you. Filling you, splitting you open with that gorgeous, burning stretch. His name is a breathless, chanting mantra, and he nods along as he slams into you so ruthlessly you’re bouncing along the wall, pressed so fiercely against it you fear you might fall through.

He leans back, hands splayed out over your collarbone to lock you in place, and the change in position sends him sailing deeper inside you, at just the right angle. “Right there,” you breathe “Right there, Josh…don’t…please, fuck…don’t stop….”

“Awe, right there?” he sing-songs, sounding winded, “There it is again, isn’t it? My favorite little spot…now my cock’s come to visit, hmm? You like that?”

Your fists pound into his chest, body, mind and soul desperate for release. “Gonna…” a gulping, humiliating sound climbs out of you. “I’m…fuck…Josh…”

He knows you’re close, and he knows how much you love his voice in these crazed moments. You want his words floating along through your brain, undulating like filthy poetry across the expanse of your consciousness. “Do it then, little lamb.” he coaxes. “Be real sweet to my cock and just let go. Feels so good when you cum…wet and warm, so fucking tight. You gonna give it to me? Gonna be sweet?”

With a final pound of your fists against his chest, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your breasts into him. “There they are…” he groans. “My girls. I left them out, didn’t I? Gonna suck them slow and gentle until I fall asleep tonight…didn’t mean to forget them.”

When you begin to thrash around he rakes his hands into your hair, holding you still with a firm grip. “There it is…that’s my baby, I can see it coming in your eyes. You’re right there. Hush, little lamb…shh, just let it happen.”

It breaks over you like a thunderous squall, pulling you apart from the inside out. You are but a ship being tossed through violent waves…he is the storm ravaging the sea that threatens to swallow you up.

He fucks you through it, holding on until he is sure he has carried you most of the way, and then he is right there with you…beautiful groans and pants, curses and gasps of breath, your name and endearments, pouring out of him until you feel light-headed with Josh, Josh, Josh…

His forehead finds yours as you both work to calm yourselves enough to breathe normally…enough to think clearly…enough to float back down to earth…

“And to think, Sam said you’d hate it.” he smiles, when at last he’s found himself.

“Yeah?” you grin back, curling tighter around him when he pulls you away from the wall. “Well, no one ever said Sam was the brightest bulb.”

“Food and then another round?” he asks, teasing your throat with his lips as he carries you toward the kitchen. “Slow and easy, in our bed this time?”

“See? Ideas like this…” you smile, admiring his newly exposed ears “are why you are the brightest bulb.”

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chicinsilk · 1 month

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Ligne "Flèche"

Christian Dior Haute Couture Collection Spring/Summer 1956. Renée Breton in a white satin organdy dress tied under a brief black velvet bodice and thrown into a pair of gauze panels hanging in the back. (Sitting, Alla in an afternoon dress.) Photo Louise Dahl-Wolfe for Harper's Bazaar US, March 1956.

Christian Dior Collection Haute Couture Printemps/Été 1956. Renée Breton en robe d'organdi de satin blanc nouée sous un bref corsage de velours noir et jetée dans une paire de panneaux de gaze accrochés dans le dos. (Assise, Alla dans une robe d'après-midi.) Photo Louise Dahl-Wolfe pour Harper's Bazaar US, mars 1956.

#haute couture #christian dior #ligne flèche #fashion 50s #march 1956 #spring/summer #printemps/été #renée breton #louise dahl wolfe #harper's bazaar #alla #vintage fashion #vintage magazine

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neptunes-sol-angel · 1 month

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Hiiiiii I love love love your blog 🫶🏽🎀✨ I would love to join your core theme gameeee

Tell me something about T’Asia core pleaseeee and thank you

Xoxo

-teo

Hey hun! I LOVE your blog too, your readings are always intriguing, sooooo detailed, and accurate. You be doing your thing. I hope you are well, thank you for patiently waiting, now lemme tell you something about T'Asia core

T'ASIA CORE

Dopamine - The Patriot

Your energy, to me, gives "You don't have to do this" or "You're not supposed to do this...but this is how I do it". Your style, the way that you express yourself, and your personality is very affluent and carries a strong binary theme. Maybe you like to alternate between a combination of baggy and minimalist pieces of clothing with either graphics or accessories, especially jewelry, or maybe even your nails, that make a big a statement. It could be cargo pants with tie around blouse or quirky tshirts. Bomber jackets with velour pants, jersey shirts, or other tops that could be really nostalgic, or simply over sized hoodies with pants that you feel are comfortable and not tight. Chains could be your thing, bamboo earrings, or large earrings in general that stand out, chokers, or name plated necklaces and bracelets, or something that represents you that you can't help but wear often, like something that has your initials/name, zodiac sign, someone you worship, or a reference to a song/artist/movie that you love. I'm getting a lot of pisces mars energy. People could love your shoe game, or shoes are a big way of how you choose to express yourself through clothing. There is a lot here about dancing and music, your clothes could largely revolve around it, but it works because you seem to have fluid taste. People could like the way that you walk, they pay attention to your rhythm, your legs, and your feet. Maybe you paint your toe nails, or maybe you do actually dance in the public, or people could like to visualize you dancing. Your style could also pay a lot of homage to the earlier Tumblr days, or people think that you represent the dreamier side of Tumblr that made it trendy and famous. An India Westbrooks type of vibe. I keep thinking of silly bandz lol, maybe you had the reputation of having a cool collection of them, or this could be another sign about how well your jewelry makes you appeal to others.

I'm picking up that some people could view you as loud and full of energy, while others could view you as soft spoken and "zen". But this could also be a combination of both sides that people get from you that could be contradicting, but still somehow work. In whichever way you carry yourself, it's soothing to a person's mind, like I got this feeling on my head that's like wearing carmex on your lips? That tingle! LMAO. This could mean you're mentally stimulating or you just give people a break from something in their lives that could have been exhausting them. You're a good influence to be around, you aren't draining at all, it is the opposite, which you sometimes need to be careful about, because some people overdo what they get from you when it comes to your interactions with them or in some cases, they start heavily identifying with your energy. Like stealing your swag, or stealing your mannerisms once you're done with them in life as a way to still have some attachment to you.

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welcometololaland · 6 months

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Nice ask week - Thank you for starting this again. All kind of warm fuzzies.

Veronica Mars, 10 Things I Hate About You, what other early 2000s pop culture do you love?

Please & thank you.

EDIT! I forgot to say that @celeritas2997 actually started nice ask week this time around - thank you, cee!

hi lim, so sorry i didn't get to this earlier - i have been staring at it trying to remember what i love (what do i like????).

i would say some of my top picks of the Y2K are:

1. JUICY COUTURE VELOUR TRACKSUITS

you can call me whatever derogatory term you want for this, but i am a fiend for the JC original tracksuits. i still have one in my wardrobe and it is INCREDIBLY low waisted. i don't LOVE the diamantes, but i will live with them for the velour style. ALSO they are coming back in fashion so...who is the real winner, bitches?

(from this Vogue article)

2. THE NAPSTER/LIMEWIRE/TORRENTING PIPELINE

now i would obviously never advocate for stealing music or movies (YOU WOULDN'T STEAL A CAR!?) but one hallmark of the Y2K was accidentally downloading 30948203489 pornographic viruses onto your shared home computer and at least 5 copies of "I did not have sexual relations with that woman". No? Just me?

3. SPORTS MOVIES WITH FEMALE LEADS

Bring It On! Stick It! She's The Man! Blue Crush! Bend It Like Beckham! Million Dollar Baby (too serious for me, didn't actually vibe that one as much but it deserves to be here). Who doesn't wanna see girls run the world??? Who doesn't wanna run outside to their backyard and almost break their neck trying to do gymnastic moves they see on TV? Who doesn't beg their parents to let them get a spring free trampoline to avoid inevitable further injuries??

4. EARLY 2000s RAP MUSIC

In Da Club, Drop it Like it's Hot, P.I.M.P, Hot in Herre, Get Ur Freak On, Get Low, Lose Yourself, Ms Jackson, The Way I Am, Hey Ya the LIST GOES ON. Eminem, Jay-Z, Nelly, 50, The Game, Missy, Snoop, Eve, the Black Eyed Peas, Outkast were making phenomenal music, hell, even Lil Wayne even though he went on some weird rides there for a while.

5. DESPITE SOME PROBLEMATIC TAKES - 2000s TV

The OC, Entourage, the original season of Underbelly (Aus), 24, NCIS, Dexter, Gossip Girl, Veronica Mars (my beloved), TVD etc etc the list goes on there was some ICONIC TV going around. TV that my very religious parents would never let me watch so I used to go around to all my classmates in year 7 and scab TV shows one USB stick at a time (since flash drives were obscenely small back in the day) and watch under my duvet at night like it was a porno. LOVE LOVE LOVE.

Thank you for the ask LIM!!! If anyone else would like to contribute, please feel free!

#personal #nice ask week #Y2K #early 2000s #juicy couture #limewire #the OC #snoop dogg #stick it

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satinea · 29 days

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Tandis qu'à leurs oeuvres perverses

Les hommes courent haletants,

Mars qui rit, malgré les averses,

Prépare en secret le printemps.

Pour les petites pâquerettes,

Sournoisement lorsque tout dort,

Il repasse des collerettes

Et cisèle des boutons d'or.

Dans le verger et dans la vigne,

Il s'en va, furtif perruquier,

Avec une houppe de cygne,

Poudrer à frimas l'amandier.

La nature au lit se repose ;

Lui descend au jardin désert,

Et lace les boutons de rose

Dans leur corset de velours vert.

Tout en composant des solfèges,

Qu'aux merles il siffle à mi-voix,

Il sème aux prés les perce-neiges

Et les violettes aux bois.

Sur le cresson de la fontaine

Où le cerf boit, l'oreille au guet,

De sa main cachée il égrène

Les grelots d'argent du muguet.

Sous l'herbe, pour que tu la cueilles,

Il met la fraise au teint vermeil,

Et te tresse un chapeau de feuilles

Pour te garantir du soleil.

Puis, lorsque sa besogne est faite,

Et que son règne va finir,

Au seuil d'avril tournant la tête,

Il dit : “ Printemps, tu peux venir ! ”

Théophile GAUTIER (1811-1872)

Premier sourire du printemps

[Petite fontaine ........ Le 25 mars 2017]

#@satinea #original photographers #original photography #doubs #franche comté

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detournementsmineurs · 1 month

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“Ensemble" de Popy Moreni en velours (1988-89) présenté à côté de "Clown" de Georges Rouault (1910-13) dans le parcours mode "La Traversée des Apparences" parmi les collections permanentes du Centre Pompidou , mars 2024.

#expos #style #Pierrot #Moreni #Rouault #CentrePompidou

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ochoislas · 3 months

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MI ADMIRACIÓN

¿Fue la mano de Dios, fue la mano del Diablo, que tejió tal albor aquel amanecer, hincandole en el pecho un pedazo de sol que brotaba en el agua mil visos de carmín?

¿Fue la mano de Dios, fue la mano del Diablo, que puso sobre el mar ese extraño bajel, que como una serpiente parecía rampar, blanquinegro damero bailando en el azul?

¿Si fue Dios o fue el Diablo? ¿O los dos a la par se unieron en tal día forjando aquel albor? ¿Si fue tal, si fue cual? La verdad, qué sé yo. Gracias doy a quien fuera: tiene mi admiración.

¿Fue la mano de Dios, fue la mano del Diablo, que la rosa brotó del dichoso jardín? ¿Para qué ricadueña, para que ardiente amor la rosa de velludo del dichoso jardín?

¿Las prunas reventonas, y tanto lilo albar, y las grosellas rojas, y la risa infantil, y Cristina tan linda con su blanco cancán luciendo su veintena en el sitio mejor?

¿Si fue Dios o fue el Diablo? ¿O los dos a la par se unieron en tal día forjando aquel abril? ¿Si fue tal, si fue cual? La verdad, qué sé yo. Gracias doy a quien fuera: tiene mi admiración.

El bajel que se escapa, la rosa del jardín y las flores y frutas y el llanto de emoción… toda aquella hermosura ¿quién nos quiso brindar? ¡Sin chistar recibamos, tanto tú como yo!

¿Fue la mano de Dios con la mano del Malo que estrechándose un día nuestras sendas cruzó? ¿Si fue tal, si fue cual? La verdad, qué sé yo. Quien tal amor me diera tiene mi admiración.

Por ti y por mí lo digo: gracias… mi admiración.

CHAPEAU BAS

Est-ce la main de Dieu Est-ce la main de Diable Qui a tissé le ciel De ce beau matin-là Lui plantant dans le cœur Un morceau de soleil Qui se brise sur l’eau En mille éclats vermeils?

Est-ce la main de Dieu Est-ce la main de Diable Qui a mis sur la mer Cet étrange voilier Qui pareil au serpent Semble se déplier Noir et blanc, sur l’eau bleue Que le vent fait danser?

Est-ce Dieu, est-ce Diable Ou les deux à la fois Qui, un jour s’unissant Ont fait ce matin-là? Est-ce l’un, est-ce l’autre? Vraiment, je ne sais pas. Mais, pour tant de beauté, Merci, et chapeau bas!

Est-ce la main de Dieu Est-ce la main de Diable Qui a mis cette rose Au jardin que voilà? Pour quel ardent amour Pour quelle noble dame La rose de velours Au jardin que voilà?

Et ces prunes éclatées Et tous ces lilas blancs Et ces groseilles rouges Et ces rires d’enfants Et Christine si belle Sous ses jupons blancs Avec au beau milieu L’éclat de ses vingt ans?

Est-ce Dieu, est-ce Diable Ou les deux à la fois Qui, un jour s’unissant Ont fait ce printemps-là? Est-ce l’un, est-ce l’autre? Vraiment je ne sais pas. Mais, pour tant de beauté, Merci, et chapeau bas!

Le voilier qui s’enfuit, La rose que voilà, Et ces fleurs et ces fruits, Et nos larmes de joie… Qui a pu nous offrir Toutes ces beautés-là? Cueillons-les sans rien dire, Va, c’est pour toi et moi!

Est-ce la main de Dieu Et celle du Malin Qui un jour s’unissant Ont croisé nos chemins? Est-ce l’un, est-ce l’autre? Vraiment je ne sais pas, Mais pour cet amour-là Merci, et chapeau bas !

Mais pour toi et pour moi, Merci, et chapeau bas !…

Barbara

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#Barbara #literatura francesa #poesía popular #chanson #providencia #autor #ocasión #coincidencia #aceptación #di-versiones©ochoislas

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Mar: To celebrate Mother's Day, I'm going to be doing everything my mom doesn't want me to.

Epel: And that is...?

Mar: Kissing mermen, mostly.

#simp talks #Mar Velour #Epel Felmier #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc

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I'll Tell You My Story (Family Fic) - Mar

A/N: Day 18 for Mayhem: A genderqueer character. @duckprintspress

This is part of the jankie!parenthood au, where Gigi is nonbinary. This is a little snippet where she realizes that (or, rather, where she realizes the world assumes she is a girl in the first place). Concrit more than welcome!

Tags: may trope mayhem, rpdr fanfiction, jackie cox, gigi goode, shea coulee, sasha velour, crystal methoyd, genderqueer character, family fic, kid fic, mar

Gigi knew things about the world with the completely unearned confidence of any five year old.

Slugs were baby snakes, band aids healed scratches better than disinfectant, and she and Crystal would get married someday. These were certainties.

It was all the more confusing, then, when a new idea was presented to her and she didn’t know what to do with it.

Some of the older kids at her dance institute had taken an interest in her. They liked her outfits and red hair, and they paraded her around holding her hand and showing her off like a temporary little sibling. They braided her hair, gave her candy and imparted all the wisdom of their full nine years of age. To Gigi, they were practically adults.

One day after class, while waiting to be picked up, one of her new friends put a new idea in Gigi's mind, as they often did.

“My mom’s letting me have a sleepover for the first time!” the kid shared with the group, excitedly. “Only for the girls, obviously.”

Everybody giggled at that, as if they knew something Gigi didn’t. It happened a lot with them, since they were older, but Gigi always went along. She didn’t want them to stop having her around.

“That means you are all invited!”

The kids all squealed in excitement at the prospect. It would be the first sleepover for many, and they immediately started listing off all the must-haves of an all-girl gathering. Sat between them, Gigi stayed quiet, busy with other thoughts.

She had never thought of herself as a girl before.

Her mom called her “kid”, not “girl”. At kindergarten, their class all played together and did the same things, and no one had invited her to an all-girl anything.

As Gigi looked around, she noticed that all her friends had long hair, and lilac, pink and sequins showed up in every outfit. She hadn’t noticed before that there were no short haircuts in the class, and that no one had a Hot Wheels backpack like her friend Hunter did in school, only ponies, dolls and flowers. Her own backpack had flowers. She wondered if that made her a girl, too, although she didn’t really like sequins or pink that much.

The idea swirled in her mind until her mom picked her up and asked if she wanted to get frozen yogurt on the way home, and then there were more important things to think about.

It came up again a week later, at a birthday party. Her whole kindergarten class was running wild in Kayden’s backyard while the tired animators tried to have some semblance of control.

One of them succeeded by loudly whistling and calling them over to play with tubes of color powder.

“Alright, boys to my right, girls to my left!” said the animator, cheerfully getting out the tubes now that every kid was paying attention.

Everyone started moving, but Gigi stayed still, bumped slightly by the other kids dashing to one side or the other.

She felt stuck, but then Crystal took her hand and led her to the left side, and Gigi was happy to be with her.

The animator gave a tube to each kid and made them count backwards from ten, their voices and laughter getting louder from impatience, and when they reached one they released an explosion of color.

Everyone started jumping up, trying to catch the clouds of color in their hands. Crystal yelped happily and waved her arms in the air, getting herself covered in pink. Gigi was enthralled by the dust and laughed at the way it landed on Crystal’s eyelashes. She put out her hands and soft pink covered them, and when she clapped, it puffed around her.

But something was off.

On the other side, the boy’s side, the clouds were all blue. Why hadn’t the animator mixed them up? It looked so boring now. Only two colors? Gigi noticed they didn’t even have her favorite, orange, and suddenly she didn’t want to play anymore.

Her low spirits were chalked up to the late hour by all the parents, and even Jackie was not surprised to find her quiet when she picked her up. On the drive home, Jackie tried once or twice to get some details about the birthday party, but Gigi was not up for talking, and she let her be.

Things came to a head on a normal Friday evening, where Gigi and Crystal’s after-school playdate was about to turn into a sleepover (as it always did) and Jackie was about to leave the Velour household, when her child came crying from Crystal’s room.

To see Gigi, whose tantrums always resembled more the icy silence of a teenager than the loud wails of a child, crying so miserably into her mother’s lap, was a sight that shook them all. Crystal followed her with tears of her own and found solace in her parents’ arms, who were as shocked as Jackie. Their kids never fought, certainly not to that extent, and they were all for a moment at a loss for what to do.

“Baby, what happened?”

Gigi mumbled something unintelligible about playing, and Crystal clarified that Gigi did not want to play with her.

“I do want to play!” Gigi protested, ungluing herself from her mother. Her eyes were red and her hair stuck to her cheeks. “But I don’t want to be the mom.”

“But you don’t want to be the daughter either!” Crystal yelled back. “You have to be one of the two so we can play family. We can’t be two moms and no baby!”

Though still worried for the kids and respectful of what seemed like a serious issue to them, the three adults could not help but find it funny. For such a thing to cause such an uproar was made possible only by little children.

“Now, now,” Jackie said, trying to placate them. “You can play at something else, if you cannot agree.”

“You can both be fairies, or cats, or anything in the world,” Shea suggested as they started bouncing Crystal on their hip, a habit from Crystal’s toddler years that had never quite worn off.

“You could do that play we watched last week,” said Sasha, remembering the princess story both kids had loved so much.

“What do you say, honey?” Jackie said, tucking loose hair behind Gigi’s ear. “Do you want to be a princess?”

To Jackie’s immense surprise, Gigi started crying again, louder than before.

Jackie did not know what to do. Unsure of what she had said wrong, she looked to her friends for guidance. And although Sasha was as confused, Shea’s eyes sparked with recognition. Handing off Crystal to their wife, they kneeled next to Jackie and addressed Gigi in their softest voice.

“Gee,” they said. “Do you not want to play a girl?”

Wiping her tears with a chubby fist, Gigi nodded. Shea smiled, quickly glanced at Jackie for permission, and when she got her nod, continued:

“Then you don’t have to play a girl at all. You can play anything you want, alright? Alright, Crys?”

Both kids nodded, more calm now, though still unwilling to release their parents. As emotions were still high, they adults determined it would be better to leave the sleepover for another time. Both families had some things to talk about.

Gigi and Crystal hugged goodbye, their small fight squashed, and promised to see each other soon.

Jackie wrapped Gigi in her coat and hat, and picked her up when Gigi, tired after crying so much, made a rare plea to be carried to the car. Her child in her arms, Jackie thanked her friends and specially addressed herself to Shea, who had found the root of the matter.

Shea held Jackie’s hand.

“Anything you need, you text me, okay?”

Jackie squeezed their hand back and thanked them, waved at Sasa and Crystal, and went home.

Gigi dozed off in the car, but seemed more animated when they got home. Jackie indulged her in having dinner on the couch with a favorite movie playing, nevermind they had watched it ten times over.

The conversation did not come up, and Jackie was not sure of how to start it, or even if she should. It was a relief when bedtime arrived and she could send Gigi to brush her teeth and pick some pajamas for the night.

Jackie picked a storybook and laid next to Gigi on the small bed. After just two stories, Gigi’s breathing evened out, and Jackie sneaked out of the room.

Then, getting her glasses and laptop, she got in bed and cracked her knuckles. Instead of opening her most recent work file, however, she opened a browser and started researching.

She had a lot to learn. Gigi needed her, and everything else would have to wait.

#may trope mayhem #rpdr fanfiction #jackie cox #gigi goode #shea coulee #sasha velour #crystal methyd #genderqueer character #family fic #kid fic #mar #concrit welcome

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La Mode, Pl. 360, 1 mars 1834, Paris. Robe de velours. Crevés et noeuds de satin. Agraffes de pierreries. Jupe de dessous en satin. Coiffure ornée de plumes et d'un de plumes et d'un Héron. Digital Collections of the Los Angeles Public Library

The woman on the left is wearing a short-sleeved, open red dress with a lace tippet and decorated with bows. She is wearing elbow-length, white gloves, a necklace, and earrings, and is holding a fan in her right hand. She is wearing a tiara and a bandeau in her hair, which is also decorated with feathers. The seated woman on the right is facing away from the viewer. She is wearing a teal dress of similar design. She is wearing a necklace, earrings, tiara, and her hair is decorated with feathers.

#La Mode #19th century #1830s #1834 #on this day #March 1 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #color #description #lapl #dress #evening #gown #gigot #bow

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les-portes-du-sud · 2 years

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Rouge

Au cours du week-end, mes parents ont apporté un magazine de mode, un nouveau numéro de Printemps. Je me sens dans une telle prostration en le lisant. Consommation consciente ? Fashion Week à partir du 16 mars? Certaines pages de blogueurs. Publicité sur les cosmétiques. Nouvelles robes qui sont exposées maintenant dans les magasins. Images pour le printemps, toutes lumineuses, rose, vert acide, orange... Maintenant, il semble que la seule couleur vive qui puisse agrémenter nos vêtements soit le rouge. J'aime le rouge, et dans les détails: manucure rouge. Rouge à lèvres. Souliers rouges. sous-vêtements rouges. Gemmes rouges en or. Vin rouge. Velours rouge. Sang rouge...

Les-portes-du-sud

#30jourspourecrire #rouge #03juillet2022 #les-portes-du-sud

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Revamping Your Ride: Exploring Car Seat Covers, Tops & Upholstery in Oshawa, ON

Driving through the picturesque streets of Oshawa, Ontario, whether it's for a leisurely cruise or a daily commute, is an experience cherished by many. However, the wear and tear on your car's interior, particularly the seats, can detract from this experience. Fortunately, the realm of car seat covers, tops, and upholstery offers a solution, promising both aesthetic enhancement and functional improvements. In this comprehensive guide, we delve into the world of car seat repair and upholstery, exploring the options available to residents of Oshawa seeking to revitalize their beloved vehicles.

1. Understanding Car Seat Repair:

The journey of car seat repair begins with acknowledging the inevitable deterioration that occurs over time. Whether it's due to regular use, exposure to sunlight, or accidental damage, car seats can exhibit signs of wear such as tears, stains, or sagging padding. In Oshawa, numerous automotive repair shops and upholstery specialists offer services dedicated to restoring these worn-out seats to their former glory.

Types of Car Seat Repairs:

a. Tear and Rip Repair: Tears and rips in upholstery are common occurrences, often caused by sharp objects or excessive friction. Skilled technicians employ various techniques, such as patching and stitching, to seamlessly mend these imperfections, ensuring durability and aesthetic appeal.

b. Stain Removal: Stubborn stains from spilled beverages, food, or ink can mar the appearance of car seats. Professional cleaning and stain removal methods tailored to specific upholstery materials effectively eliminate these blemishes, leaving the seats looking fresh and rejuvenated.

c. Padding and Foam Restoration: Over time, the padding and foam within car seats may lose their shape and resilience, resulting in discomfort and reduced support. Car seat repair specialists employ techniques to replenish and reshape the padding, enhancing both comfort and longevity.

d. Color Restoration: Fading or discoloration of upholstery fabric is another common issue, particularly in vehicles exposed to prolonged sunlight. Through dyeing or color restoration treatments, technicians can revive the vibrancy of the fabric, restoring its original hue and luster.

2. Exploring Car Seat Upholstery:

While repairing existing car seats addresses specific issues, opting for a complete upholstery overhaul presents an opportunity for customization and personalization. Car owners in Oshawa can explore a myriad of upholstery options tailored to their preferences, ranging from luxurious leather to durable fabrics, each offering distinct advantages in terms of aesthetics, comfort, and maintenance.

Types of Car Seat Upholstery:

a. Leather Upholstery: Renowned for its elegance and sophistication, leather upholstery exudes luxury and durability. In addition to its aesthetic appeal, leather is resistant to stains and easy to clean, making it a popular choice among discerning car owners seeking a premium driving experience.

b. Fabric Upholstery: Fabric upholstery provides versatility and comfort, with options ranging from sleek synthetic materials to plush velour fabrics. While fabric may require more frequent cleaning compared to leather, advancements in stain-resistant treatments enhance its practicality and longevity.

c. Vinyl Upholstery: Vinyl upholstery offers a cost-effective alternative to leather, combining affordability with durability and easy maintenance. With a wide array of colors and textures available, vinyl upholstery allows car owners to achieve their desired aesthetic without compromising on quality.

d. Custom Upholstery: For those with unique preferences or specific design requirements, custom upholstery services provide endless possibilities for personalization. From intricate stitching patterns to embossed logos, custom upholstery allows car owners to make a statement and express their individuality through their vehicle's interior.

Choosing the Right Upholstery:

When selecting upholstery for your car seats, it's essential to consider factors such as comfort, durability, aesthetics, and budget. Consulting with upholstery specialists in Oshawa can provide valuable insights into the various options available, helping you make an informed decision that aligns with your preferences and lifestyle.

Things to Consider While Exploring Car Seat Covers, Tops & Upholstery in Oshawa, ON

When it comes to exploring car seat covers, tops, and upholstery options in Oshawa, Ontario, making the right choice involves careful consideration of various factors. Whether you're seeking to repair existing seats or embark on a complete upholstery overhaul, understanding these key considerations will ensure a satisfying outcome tailored to your preferences and requirements. Here are the crucial factors to keep in mind:

1. Budget:

Before delving into the world of car seat covers and upholstery, establish a clear budget outlining how much you're willing to invest in the project. Whether you're looking for cost-effective repairs or indulging in luxurious custom upholstery, having a predefined budget will guide your choices and prevent overspending.

2. Material Selection:

The choice of upholstery material significantly influences the aesthetics, comfort, and maintenance requirements of your car seats. Consider options such as leather, fabric, vinyl, or custom materials, weighing factors like durability, ease of cleaning, and personal preference. Each material offers unique benefits and considerations, so explore samples and consult with upholstery specialists to determine the best fit for your needs.

3. Aesthetic Preferences:

Your car's interior reflects your personal style and preferences, making aesthetic considerations crucial when selecting seat covers and upholstery. Decide on the desired color scheme, texture, and design elements that complement your vehicle's overall aesthetic and align with your individual taste. Whether you prefer a sleek and modern look or a classic and luxurious feel, choose upholstery that enhances the visual appeal of your car's interior.

4. Comfort and Ergonomics:

Beyond aesthetics, prioritize comfort and ergonomics when selecting car seat covers and upholstery. Consider factors such as padding thickness, lumbar support, and seat contouring to ensure optimal comfort during long drives. Test different materials and configurations to find the perfect balance between comfort and support, enhancing your driving experience and reducing fatigue.

5. Durability and Maintenance:

Invest in upholstery materials that offer durability and longevity, especially if you use your vehicle frequently or subject it to challenging conditions. Evaluate the durability of materials against factors like wear resistance, UV protection, and stain resistance to ensure your car seats maintain their pristine condition over time. Additionally, consider the maintenance requirements of each material and choose options that are easy to clean and maintain, minimizing the effort required to keep your car's interior looking fresh and inviting.

6. Climate Considerations:

Oshawa's climate can influence the choice of car seat covers and upholstery materials, particularly in terms of temperature regulation and moisture resistance. Select materials that can withstand temperature fluctuations and humidity levels prevalent in the region, ensuring comfort and durability year-round. For example, breathable fabrics may be preferable in hot summers, while water-resistant materials offer protection against moisture and spills during rainy seasons.

7. Customization Options:

If you desire a truly unique and personalized interior, explore customization options offered by upholstery specialists in Oshawa. From custom stitching patterns to embroidered logos and monograms, customization allows you to infuse your personality into your car's interior design. Discuss your ideas with upholstery experts to explore bespoke solutions that transform your vision into reality, creating a one-of-a-kind driving experience.

8. Professional Expertise:

Finally, seek guidance and assistance from reputable upholstery professionals and automotive specialists in Oshawa. Whether you require seat repairs, upholstery installation, or customization services, collaborating with experienced professionals ensures high-quality craftsmanship and satisfactory results. Research local upholstery shops, read reviews, and request references to find trusted experts who can fulfill your requirements with precision and expertise.

By considering these essential factors while exploring car seat covers, tops, and upholstery in Oshawa, ON, you'll navigate the decision-making process with confidence and precision, ultimately transforming your vehicle's interior into a reflection of your style, comfort, and personality. Whether you opt for repairs, upgrades, or customizations, the journey towards enhancing your car's interior begins with thoughtful consideration and informed choices.

Conclusion:

In Oshawa, ON, the world of car seat covers, tops, and upholstery offers a wealth of opportunities for car owners to enhance the appearance, comfort, and functionality of their vehicles. Whether opting for professional car seat repair to address specific issues or investing in a complete upholstery overhaul to achieve a personalized look, residents of Oshawa can rely on skilled technicians and upholstery specialists to transform their driving experience. By understanding the nuances of car seat repair and upholstery, car owners can embark on a journey of rejuvenation, breathing new life into their cherished rides and cruising the streets of Oshawa in style and comfort.

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