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enchanted--realm · 3 years

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When Calls The Heart Live Rambles

S8 ep8 Parades and Charades (or something like that)

My gosh this episode is perhaps the best one we've had all season, and by that I just mean that Elizabeth actually had screen time, and she had actual lines, and she was part of plot that is relevant to h e r. Finally, the main character actually felt like the main character. HOWEVER, she is not very likeable in this episode, I must say (she hasn't been likeable for a while but you know)

The start of the episode when Elizabeth comes off her horse and she tries to talk to Nathan. I'm so glad that Nathan is firm even when Elizabeth doesnt like it. And he's not mean about it, he just tries to be honest while protecting himself and Allie from getting hurt even more. I honestly just love it when Elizabeth and Nathan have disagreements in general because when they do have arguments, it's usually because someone's feelings are showing and then it resolves in having made good progress in deepening their relationship. Elizabeth was totally out of line during that conversation btw. 'Now you're just being hurtful', um says the woman who rejected this man's love proposal and is now hurt that his niece didn't want to invite her to her very important and personal adoption ceremony...wow Elizabeth you really be asking for a lot. And then she's upset that he has to ride off to take care of mountie business. Yes, Elizabeth, this man has a job to do and your conversation will have to wait, sorry girlfriend.

When Nathan told Lucas to 'Save it' haha! Though I enjoyed it, I hope they don't write Lucas and Nathan to turn into enemies bc they are both pining for Elizabeth. It seems like it's headed in that direction based off of their dialogue throughout this episode. I guess it's understandable since Nathan has already been rejected and isn't backing down while Lucas and Elizabeth are a more official item. Okay, yeah, I understand it, but I don't want it to go too far *thinks back to the Lucas and Elizabeth in the rain scene* I guess I can't hope for that with this show. And later on when Lucas was talking to Nathan about how he should be thinking more of Allie and not getting her hurt. Ooooh I wanted to slap that fool. Who is he to be talking about Allie, he doesnt know anything about their relationship and he had no right to bring her up. Ugh that made me so angry.

Lucas's office. May I just say. Daaang. That's some nice, fancy office he's got there. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. They were planning this reveal for a long time I bet to make Lucas look more attractive in this love triangle. And let me say, that first scene with Elizabeth in Lucas's office finally made me understand what Elizabeth see's in this guy. We were finally shown a glimpse into Lucas's daily life and how he handles business. Elizabeth comes in wanting to talk, but he has to be on the phone bc, ya know, the guy has to work, and we see him taking care of his responsibilities instead of pining over Elizabeth. Usually, in every scene that involves Elizabeth and Lucas, he's typically able to give her his full attention and the entire scene is about him wanting to win her favor. But finally we have a scene where he isn't just there to win her heart and he has to tell her, 'sorry, but can we do this later?' And bc of that the dinner invite didnt come across too forward and it made sense bc they had things to talk about. The scene just really built up a new side to Lucas's character that I felt we hadn't seen yet and that was lacking. He actually feels like a character with an independent purpose now. And of course I didn't forget. The French. Yeah it was both attractive and again added to Lucas's character. I'm sure the Lucas shippers are drooling right now. And on a more serious note, his French sounded very good and I actually just looked it up Chris McNally speaks French so...yeah very cool. But Elizabeth's French when she was saying goodbye at the door...oh how cringey. I mean she spoke well too, but it was just unnecessary and oh I cringed so hard when she did that.

When she went back to his office later...oh no. He said he didnt feel up to having dinner together, and then she still didnt leave him alone and was like, well I can stay and we can just talk. Um, no Elizabeth, the man just said he didnt want to talk right now, but I guess since it's not talking over dinner then it's okay??? And she patted the cushion for him to join her on that teeny tiny little bench. Yo, there was no room for two there. They were pressed up against each other so much it was so awkward to watch. I mean that was like being forced to sit in the two-seater bus seat when clearly there's only room for one. And then the hand hold...yuck, and the deep breath like they were both being tempted...eeh, and then he kissed her hand...ooh. He had to tell her to go bc he wanted to remain a patient man. I'm glad he told her, I'm not surprised that happened. Come on Elizabeth, give the man a break. I mean what did you think would happen when you asked him to sit right next to you on that tiny bench for one. Omg and she fanned herself after exiting. She likes him that much?? Or she's trying to make love form from a purely physical attraction.

I really don't like the whole Rachel and Christopher romance. Maybe I would like it and believe it more if the actors actually looked like teenagers. I mean, Rachel does not look 17, especially since we regularly see child actors on the show in school and they are entering their teens, if they aren't teens already. When comparing a kid like Anna to Rachel, Rachel just seems way to old for 17.

I love how we see Allie's side to this love triangle plot. I loved the scene between her and Elizabeth in the school house. I liked that we were finally having a discussion between just them, and then Elizabeth opens the invitation! I laughed so hard! The pop up of Nathan in his mountie uniform and Elizabeth at the dinner table. Oh that was so funny! and also adorable. Allie wasn't taking any of it, yo she said *Fine and she snatched that invitation back and she tore it up. I was yelling at my tv, yes Allie you tell her!

When Elizabeth approached Nathan at the parade...come on E. That was not the time or place. Again, I like that they have these conversations and disagreements, but the writing of that dialogue was just so bad I thought. It was so awkward sounding and the pacing just felt off. It really didnt flow and I wonder if the writers were running out of time or something. When Nathan said that Allie is afraid to talk to Elizabeth without him present...oh that hurt inside. I feel so sorry for Allie, she's so hurt by all this I just want to make everything better for her. I like that Elizabeth's concern for Allie is at the forefront bc it's like her and Nathan are the concerned parents, but since Elizabeth rejected Nathan (and therefore Allie too) she really has no right to demand a say in how to help Allie feel better. Elizabeth isnt part of the family unit and Allie is solely Nathan's responsibility. I really liked Erin's acting in the way we could see the moment where Elizabeth thought back to her conversation with Rosemary and decided right then and there that she had to ask Nathan what it was he wasnt telling her. I'm kind of disappointed in the secret though. I had made that prediction, but thought it was just too much and unnecessary drama...and then of course that's what it was. I have no clue how this will play out. I can't even remember the preview for next week. Anyway, overall, Elizabeth central, but also Elizabeth's annoying. Lucas shippers finally have something of substance...sort of. And as usual Nathan and Allie steal the show and I couldn't love them more.

#when calls the heart #wcth season 8 #when calls the heart live

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transrightsjimin · 3 years

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urgh im less upset abt grandma dying nd more upset abt my family being so fucking STUPID for acting like they cant do anything anymore during the pandemic nd inviting me for a christmas dinner nd my cousin saying they ‘should just do w/e we want instead of look at rules, because this loss is more important now’ nd the rest agreed O_O

like u fucking DUMBASSES, THE VIRUS IS THE FUCKING REASON GRANDMA DIED ND U WANT TO HAVE CHRISTMAS DINNERS ND MEET UP W THE WHOLE FAMILY IN 2021????

THE CONCEPT OF FORCED 'GEZELLIGHEID' ('cozy togetherness'?) IS LITERALLY WHAT IS HAVING PEOPLE KILLED IN THIS FUCKING COUNTRY

also i feel fucking disgusted for letting my brother pull me in a hug (nd my mom hugged me too which i hate bc shes literally a risk group) bc hes a fucking fascist nd i saw him in a whatsapp group w antisemitic meme today nd i want to puke !!!!!!!

i dont want to fucking see my family during this pandemic but they always force me to be together w them bc thats considered 'GEZELLIG!!!' and normal and fun nd im too bad at saying no when im peerpressured, i fucking hate it nd don;t want my mom or other grandma to die bc of their dumbass behaviour by continuing to visit ppl inside their homes. they really talked about how different it was this cremation vs. decades ago at the same place bc “now we couldn’t enter at the same time nd people could touch each other and sit closely” LIKE U??? LITERALLY SAT NEXT TO PPL WHO DONT LIVE W U W 0 TO 30 CM DISTANCE BETWEEN EACH OTHER?? U LITERALLY HUGGED PEOPLE TODAY?? THERE WERE LIKE 40 GUESTS IN A WAY TOO TINY ROOM FOR THAT AMOUNT LIKE R U KIDDING ME??? I DONT WANT TO FUCKING SEE THIS EVER AGAIN. ALSO i wish death upon my brother but not rly bc it would hurt my mom nd his daughter but jfc i fucking hate him. also my cousin nd his dad are just like him. fascism is so normalized in dutch society nowadays idek where to draw the line between a person who is slightly bigoted nd the ‘never talk to a fascist‘ scenario jfc.

i always feel so fucking mixed abt my family urghfhgh like i truly do care abt my parents nd i guess one aunt nd uncle maybe but i dont want to fucking see them during this pandemic nd i preferrably dont see my brother either. but fuck i REALLY dont know how ppl cut family out of their lives bc i would have to pick and choose who i would stay in touch w but they all communicate to each other so u rly cant keep a secret. if i were to try to close off family i would need to delete my fb + ig bc i do have an aunt who keeps finding me there, nd i would need to never tell any of them my new address if i ever move. but also we never had a huge fallout so i dont think theyd get it?? nd my family on my mother’s side, aside from my american uncle nd aunt, all live rly close in either this city or one nearby so idek how you could avoid them. like im conditioned to care abt them but i honestly really dont care

i got invited by my parents to this christmas dinner over at their house and they didnt see the issue in inviting me, my friend, my brother and his daughter, “bc it’s legal to invite 3 people and children under 13 years don’t count [according to the legislation]” nd said ‘oh your friend will feel lonely on christmas if he’s just home alone‘ NO HE WON’T?? HOW DO U KNOW?? WILL IT LITERALLY KILL U TO TRY TO NOT KILL OTHER PEOPLE??

the only reason i cried at the cremation today was bc i thought of my mom dying nd having no idea what i would say in a speech then. like i dont remember my mom’s speech well but i was impressed how she said positive things abt her mom considering she was rly physically nd mentally abusive of her kids in the past nd left my mom scarred for life. it made me think when people deserved to actually be remembered for the ‘good’ stuff, just because fucking family is supposedly important. nd i just couldnt remember positive stuff abt my mom other than ‘i would miss her‘ but i couldnt think of what exactly i would miss abt her bc our personalities rly clash.

she rly stressed me out today, like she kept honking for the whole neighbourhood to hear bc i wasnt immediately outside when the car arrived in my street, nd at a certain moment said i should take a flower from the bouquet (tht was paid by the nephews nd nieces (minus me bc my parents paid it bc im broke)) nd so i did but then my aunt complained right beside me that she thought it was wrong that people just pulled out flowers ffrom the bouquet so i was like :( oh ok, but my mom kept yelling ‘NO TAKE MORE FLOWERS!! COME ON TAKE ANOTHER ONE!! PUT IT IN YOUR HOME!!‘ nd my aunt kept complaining nd i felt so guilty suddenly for having those flowers as i got more pushed into my hands by others. like my best friend has a rly chill family who srsly didnt pay visits at home or vice versa once nd im so jealous bc when your whole family understands how the fucking virus / social distancing works nd doesn’t look egocentrically only at the lax legislation or treat forced gezelligheid as the ultimate goal, it would prob be a lot easier to actually just not meet up. bc the question of meeting up or having to see each other all the fucking time isnt even a thing. but to him my family is rly weird nd strict while before him i only knew ppl w stricter parents nd i had the easy ones bc i was allowed to drink nd go out nd date even though i didnt want that. urgh im just in conflict nd feeling a bit desperate abt the ppl in this country. nd i worry abt my mom getting sick

#also might have sensory overload from being around ppl who make me uncomfortable nd yell over each other #like i dont have anxiety around crowds or anything like i LOVE concerts but this was fucking hell #rambles #family stuff #tmi #death mention #abuse mention #if a close friend / mutual could talk to me abt this pls do

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mayonaise-mmm · 4 years

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Please write more updates about your Sims! They seem really interesting!

Okokok so, this is a new world i made but i have lots of other storylines, rn this is my current and im going to rant sorry not sorry.

Ok so the girl i started out with was Nia. I dont remember her maiden name because sbe married Aaron and i forgot it, so her full name is Nia Tucker

I started out as a young adult with her, where she met her neigbors, Aaron and Brendon. She started dating Brendon but they ended up breaking up because they liked being friends better. The three of them were best friends, and Nia ended up catching feels for Aaron. They started dating, and Brendon ended up marrying another woman (a townie named Eva i think)

Nia was outgoing, and cleaned a lot. She loves cooking, and was just a sweet lady

Aaron was a joker, and was smitten with Nia. He loved watching her paint and played video games with Brendon every friday

Nia sold her artwork, and Aaron worked in buisness (he only got to senior manager before he passed tho), and they got engaged. Aaron moved in with Nia and Eva moved in with Brendon.

Eva and Brendon had a daughter named Rosemary, (whose a teen rn) in their adult years

After Rosemary was born, Aaron and Nia had their wedding, and soon had a daughter that they named Esther! (She was born when Rosemary had just turned into a toddler, so they've got birthdays a couple days apart and usually Rosemary is a stage above her 70% of the time)

Rosemary is really laid back, loves video games and was influenced by Nia's great cooking, and now wants to be a good chef like her aunt. Shes not very charismatic, but is super smart and likes yoga

Esther was born blind, and besides her skin looks just like her mom in her younger years (i think)

For some reason all kids related to Aaron are jacked idk why

Esther is excitable, very physical in her affection, and wants to be in business like her father. She's a little stupid though, and is kinda failing school. Shes charismatic, and loves going out.

Nia and Aaron really wanted a son, but ended up having two miscarriages before finally having their second daughter, Sonia.

She looks identical to her dad, except her skin is closer to her moms.

Sonia is introverted, not the smartest but more studious then Esther. She usually keeps quiet, and talks to her best friend Julios, (some kid she met as a toddler and kept in touch with) on the computer frequently throughout the day.

Sadly Aaron died before i was able to get a picture of him, but he lived a good life i think. He had two daughters, a loving wife (that i kept getting notifications about "Aaron is still just so happy he married the woman of his dreams" and he'd suddenly get a happy moodlet and it made me cry. )

Brendon ended up dying at Nia's house during Sonia's toddler birthday (which ruined the party, safe to say). Eva was now a jobless widow while trying to support Rosemary (who was still a child at the time), so Nia, Aaron, and their kids moved in with Eva and her daughter, saved up some cash, and moved into a bigger apartment. Nia quit selling her art and joined a culinary job to help save up more money.

Eva took care of the kids, cleaned the house, and eventually passes happily with her daughter and nieces by her side.

Nia was pretty upset because she had become best friends with Eva during this time, and didnt get a chance to mourn as not even a week later Aaron, the love of her life, passed away during a costume party.

(Before chaos ensued)

Nia kinda threw herself into work after this, to keep saving up money for the kids. In the meantime, Esther met Blake and started dating

(This isnt going to last long, he's ok but Esther is going through a phase and will end up breaking up with him, idk if i want it to be civil or emotional, but they wont be friends afterwards i dont think.)

Also, During the costume party, Rosemary found this random person i dont remember inviting and kept flirting with them,,

So i cant wait to see that relationship develope.

Sonia will probably be either asexual or gay idk, Rosemary is probably bi and Esthers straight. (I think, i have to check her attractiveness settings. It could be she just didnt find anyone she liked other than dudes

Will keep you updated if anything big happens!

#i love my sims

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ravenempress101 · 6 years

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💕Daughter of Escape 💕 white reader x T'challa x tony stark fluff!

Requested by: theoriginalfox http://theoriginalfox.tumblr.com/

Hey ! Can you write imagine where reader is daughter of Tony Stark and meets T'challa at one of her dad's parties and fall for him some time after that ? Can be oneshot or more 😍 thanks. I love your posts

Thank you for requesting. this was kinda out of my confront zone but I loved writing it so much and request some more sweetheart. I hope you enjoy it and sorry it took so long! Thank you for loving my post sweetheart!

Requests are always open!

The music starts playing and then suddenly someone comes out. “Welcome everyone to the party of a lifetime, I know what your thinking, don’t shit yourselves” tony starks better known as iron man aka my dad is having one of his balomsous parties. This one is bigger than last time.

There’s red and gold balloons everywhere and even some cut outs of him placed all corners of the rooms. He even rented a angel sculpture of him.

dad loved himself so much. He is very self centered but who isnt?

Oh yea me!

You turned around in your seat rolling your eyes at your dad trying to be a bad ass at his own parties that everyone loved except you. It was a waste of time you thought to yourself. Nobody ever talks to you at one of your dad’s parties because it’s his party.

His rules his way.

y/n didn’t get much attention. Y/n said to her dad’s aunt sitting beside her at the family table she always sat at. “I’m gonna go get some punch” Y/n standing up from her seat and proceeding to walk away but iron man’s aunt stopped his daughter in her tracks and tapped her on her shoulder. “alright be careful and also try to have fun” Tony starks aunt said to her niece

Y/n nodded her head and started walking away from the family table also whisper to herself “yea I’ll try” Y/n was glad to get away from the table. Her dad’s family always sheltered her like a little kid knowing she was a grown woman looking for adventures.

But not knowing she was going to have the best night ever.

Y/n walked over to the punch bowl grabbing the spoon and capturing the decorative glass and pouring the red liquid in her glass. She placed the spoon back in the bowl and started drinking. Then she stood there wishing and praying this night would be over. Watching everyone smile and have a good time. She wasn’t at all like the others.

Once she kept drinking somebody or someone made there way over to the punch bowl aswell. The figure grabbed the spoon and poured his drink but bumped into you. Y/n turned and looked getting angry.

did this person know who they just pushed? You are tony starks daughter the daughter of iron man you could have him burned alive just by the snap of your fingers cause your dad would do anything and everything to make his daughter happy.

Y/n stopped drinking her punch and was about to roll her eyes. But something stopped her. Y/n faced soften at this person. This person was so captivating that he could have her wrapped around his finger.

The gentleman that was wearing African tribal wear, with curly kinky black hair the most beautiful brown chocolate eyes that you can swim in. His pearly white teeth like pearls peeking through his silhouette of big brown lips laced with his scruffy beard. You got lose in his aura. His atmosphere he carried with him was better than the gathering that you were attending. It felt like you two were the only ones there just taking in you guys presence. He let you come out of his trance by saying “I’m sorry for bumping into you” him speaking in his elegant African accent. You smiled and nodded “it’s alright” Looking down at yourself and playing with your fingers in front of you.

This lovely man must’ve saw something in you to keep talking to you. “you look like you don’t want to be here” The man spoke in concern

Y/n faced giggle trying to give him denial but he was totally right “I love being here” Then someone slide beside you and came into the conversation. You knew the familiar hands that where place on your shoulders. It was your dad. Tony stark spoke “well hello my sweetheart how’s daddy’s daughter doing” You faked giggle trying to give your dad the benefit of the dought “splendid dad”

Then he turned to the person that bumped into you and they smiled at each other and did a brotherly handshake like they knew each other for a long time Tony stark said with excitement “ah tchalla, the king of wakanda, the genius behind the vibranium,the black panther” then Iron man placed his hands up in a cat like reflex hissing. “how’s it going? You looked at the guy name tchalla and didn’t recognize him at all from defending the world. You never really recognize none of the avengers heroes because you only said hi and bye to them when your dad introduce them to you.

But with this one the black panther you will always remember him well now you will. Tchalla spoke “I am good, thanks for inviting us to one of your parties but I think my sister shuri might be loving it a little to much” We all look over at tchalla sister name shuri at the dance floor dancing her life away. She’s doing the whip and nae nae having the best time of her life.

Y/n wished that was her having that much fun but you always had to be poised at these events while everyone went wild. Y/n slightly giggled and so did tchalla “Anytime these parties can get wild though” You zoned out the conversation with your dad and tchalla you guessed they were talking about defeating Thanos but your mind started drifting away looking around at everyone, seeing people grab all sorts of ethnic foods, dancing to the beats of the songs that the dj played but you came out of the trance and looked right back at your daddy talking away at tchalla. Y/n was about to sneak and walked away but your dad caught you before you could.

Tony stark asked tchalla “have you met my lovely daughter” You smiled and wave wishing you were invisible now Tchalla spoke “no I haven’t” “well tchalla this is y/o and y/n meet the wonderful tchalla” My dad motioning to us. Y/n placed her hand out in front of tchalla and then tchalla raised his hand and placed it in yours shaking it gently. You felt the warm sensation of tchalla . No wonder why they called him black panther. You wished you could have more of him but you couldn’t, not now your dad was standing right there so you had to be angel in front of daddy but when daddy leaves the sexy daddy will remain and you can be his bad little girl.

Once you guys were done shaking hands you pulled back and you said “nice to meet you tchalla I wish I could stay and chat some more but I have to go make my rounds” Your dad spoke “aweeee look at my daughter talking to people trying to make friends aweee alright darling give daddy a hug and kiss”

You rolled your eyes in secret and hugged dad and kissed his cheek and then strutted over to the next table.

You wished tchalla the best and when you turned around again you thought you saw tchalla wink at you but you thought your mind was playing tricks on you.

After the party you walked out with your head hanging low. You were saying to yourself “well that wasn’t fun at all” But then someone grabbed you and hugged you close to them commented on your comment and his strong african accent.

“well you were fun tonight, I knew you didn’t have any fun” You smiled knowing the person you just met. The one who made your heart and soul leap to of your body. “oh hey tchalla I thought you left already” He giggled at you “I was about to but I saw you and wanted to tell you that you were and still very beautiful and I really didn’t know your tony starks daughter” Y/n cheeks rising blushing with red pigment as tchalla flirted with her “well thank you and your very handsome as well and now you know I’m the daughter of the iron man” Tchalla laughed “how come I don’t see you on the battlegrounds, your a strong woman” “well it never really interest me to be a wonder woman at all” Then y/n continues to speak. “I only let my dad have the spotlight you know how he gets” Tchalla nodded at your words agreeing with you on that. Tchalla spoke “well your really beautiful and we should hang out sometime and if you ever want to prove your dad wrong you can always train with the black panther” Tchalla holding you closer whispering in your ear raising his eyebrow. You guys both laughed. “well I might take you up on that offer” You in tchalla’s strong embrace, falling over him with every syllable he speaks. He knew how to treat a lady. He scanned over you knowing your worth. You looked over all of his strong begin he was so nice and caring showing you that you were the right lady that can fight and defend the world. “I wish I could’ve danced at the party with you” Tchalla sneaked in You asked him “why couldn’t you” “well first you looked really bored and you’re the daughter of…” She shook her head “I know, I know” “how about dance with me now, mr. Panther”

Y/n held out her hand to tchalla so he could take it. Tchalla began to speak seductively

“it’s black panther and of course” He continues to say.

“but we don’t have music”

Y/n whispered in tchalla’s ear “we don’t need music” Tchalla took her hand and they both spun around. Then y/n held her arms out and face to the sky enjoying the moment that they both brought. Then tchalla picked you up like a ballerina and him spinning you. Then bringing you back down. tchalla took your hand and spun you out, around your dress fluttering with your spins. And then he led you back in his arms and you leaning to the side and tchalla dropping you little but bringing you back up and let your head rest on his shoulders and you close to him swaying with the sound of his heartbeat. You couldn’t believe the black panther could dance and had rhythm especially without music.

You began to speak breathless

“wow I didn’t know you can do that”

Tchalla said

“well I have many hidden talents”

You both still waltzing in you guys arms and then you feel vibrating coming from his body and then a little tune coming from the black panther. You close your eyes feeling him soothe you. Y/n wished she could stay like this forever. Then he started singing

“my sweet little honey bun, someone will take care of you and you will shine”

Tchalla singing in tenor and with his wakandan accent

It made you feel loved. You hummed with him and smiled.

A tear ran down your face because you needed that confront of to feel like someone was there for you. Even though your father was there he wasn’t emotionally there for you.y/n only had her therapist to talk to and her stuff animals. She wish she could talk to her family about the issues that go on everyday but she didn’t want to be a burden. But You need emotional support that someone cares for you because tchalla cared in the short amount of time you have met him.

Then you felt tchalla put his hand on your cheek and softly wipe the tear that escaped from your eye. Y/n whispered “thank you” Tchalla nodded and said in his african accent “I know when a baby girl hurts and crys out for help, I know that heart you have sweetie and it’s okay I got you” You nodded at him Then you looked up at him in his brown eyes sinking into them and leaning in. He leaned in inches away from both of you guys faces he loved what he had discovered and you loved that he made his mistake into you. He placed his hands on your bum, admiring your figure, he rubbed all down your side feeling your warmth you gave off. Y/n felt like he was fixing ever piece that was broken. you loved that he could swoon your heart.

Then you pulled him to a secret place out of site of people he asked you “why did you pull me here” You smiled and said “this” Y/n placed her lips on t’challa’s and started kissing Tchalla was surprise that you kissed him but he didn’t complain he started kissing back you melted in his hold. y/n loved how his lips tasted. It taste like a rush of chocolate mix with freshly mint. You havent tasted anything like this before but the lovely sensation of you guys were an amazing feeling. Tchalla slipped his tongue in your mouth deeping the kiss by tongue kissing you. You had no choice but to kiss back you couldn’t believe it one of daddy’s hero’s is kissing you and he probably can’t believe that iron man’s daughter the one suppose to be a angel is kissing him but you both didn’t care you loved this moment you guys are having and will always cherish.

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flightofaqrow · 3 years

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cold without you here

qrow + Qrow ( @littleblackqrow )

“so... still pretty pissed at Oz, aren’t you?”

“Aren't you?"

“don’t you think Oz had bigger things on his plate to consider than just trust? so when did yours for him become so fragile?”

“When did you become so forgiving?”

“heh. when i met him.”

“ ...I dont like this place.”

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freezing cold air chills even deeper than bones. there’s hollow where marrow should be; holes in the soul; a heaviness in the very air where there used to be wings which could carry him through it. qrow wanders the grounds of brunswick farms alone with nothing to distract him. the wind howls and gates whine and wooden floorboards of an old barn creak, and the snow does not fall gently from the sky. no, it whips and bites, nips and stings not unlike the great black monster in his chest, consuming from the inside out.

“so,” even a soft grate of voice echoes loudly in the confines of his own head, “still pretty pissed at Oz, aren’t you?”

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“Arent you?” Qrow asked himself. “All that time thinking that we were doing something worthwhile. Gave him our entire goddamn life, and he couldnt even be honest that anything was ever being accomplished. Raven was right, that insufferable bitch.”

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“harsh. but you’re not wrong. she was right. and maybe the work amounted to a whole lot of nothin’ so far, but tell me …what would have been the alternative?”

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“When I figure that out, I’ll let you know.” Qrow sighed heavily, and had the strong urge to hug himself. It just felt so cold to be this disconnected from everything he’d built his life on, and he couldn't help but wonder if it’d just be worth it to give up. “Oz just used us though. Didn't he? He spent all that time saying he trusted us but he really just was stringing us along.”

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“don’t… don’t do this. you always do this. don’t separate your logic and your heart.”

it wouldn’t feel so cold if there hadn’t been warmth there in the first place.

“okay, yeah, he lied. and kept secrets. but did it feel like being used at the time? did he ever seem so motivated by selfishness to you?” he takes a moment to quite literally stroke his own ego, “…you and your undeniably sharp-even-when-dulled-by-the-liquor observations and instincts? it’s never been about that kind of petty shit with him, you know that. you knew you were signing up to be part of the major league players here. don’t you think Oz had bigger things on his plate to consider than just trust?

so when did yours for him become so fragile?”

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“When did you become so forgiving?” he asked with a bitter laugh. “Oz knew all of this was pointless. He set us up with a good life, and for what? To watch Salem inevitably hack away at it? Raven’s gone, Summer’s dead, the girls aren't even old enough to drink yet and they’re out here fighting for their lives and with their own battle wounds already. If we’d never been a part of this to begin with, maybe we’d be better off.” He didn't really believe that, but now that doubt had been planted.

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“heh. when i met him. and Summer. they practically taught us how. don’t you remember? no, you conveniently forget because it hurts. but you want reasons, that’s fair. we can come back to that.”

his mind is spinning too fast again. spiraling. slow it down. it feels oddly slower already, even before the usual amount to drink… anyway.

“back to logic, then. like i asked before: what is the alternative? you have… whatever it is you want. you’re at the tribe with Raven. you’re in patch with Summer. your nieces are running around in a vast green meadow squawking like nevermores with too much energy and no direction because they’re not training for any fight. you all live in blissful ignorance. you don’t have to think about Salem, but guess what? she’s still out there, and she’s still closing in. think about it, man! that way you’re… doing what? you’re protecting what? sounds like you have just as much to lose either way, the landscape just looks different.”

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“What’s the point of all this anyways?” he asked himself, not quite knowing where it was coming from. Despite his semblance, and despite everything that he’d gone through, Qrow had never actually contemplated giving up before. But he couldnt quite shake the feeling of its not worth the struggle, join these other poor souls who’ve already let it all go.

He needed a drink. Maybe then those sorts of thoughts would stop plaguing him.

“She cant be stopped. The Relics arent the answer, and neither are the Maidens. What did we give up so much of our life for if there’s no end goal?”

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qrow has to admit to himself, it rings of truth in even in the scenario he just painted. always everything to lose, but a thousand different ways. his heart hurts. his head hurts. he’s tired. no choice seems to make a difference. no choice matters. he doesn’t have much of an answer for that one, just more muddy thoughts.

he presents the biggest dilemma of all, one everyone must face sooner or later. but still coaxing, leading, as gentle as that voice (beaten to shreds from screaming and crying out and burning his throat his whole damn life) can phrase. it is not a statement, nor concession. it is still a question, in want of an answer. even if he is not yet ready to find it.

“Salem or no Salem, what was ever the point of life if it just ends in death?”

but saying it is so hard. thinking about it is so hard. trying is so hard. he is tired, cold, and it is getting dark. he has to share his headspace with too many memories, and the sight of so many people he found in these buildings who look so disgustingly peaceful having laid down and given up, and too many encroaching shadows.

“…especially one as pathetic as yours.”

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“… My life’s never been that important. Especially not since the girls were born. Pathetic doesn't even begin to cover the bullshit we’ve been through.” Another outbuilding another set of corpses. At least Qrow had taken this responsibility on himself. The kids didn't need to see this, the didn't need to see the futility of everything they were doing in high def.

Again, dark thoughts seemed to press in with the shadows from sunset. He shivered, wondering why it still seemed so cold despite his aura being active. “I don't like this place. Something is super fucking wrong, even without the fact there’s no real reason these people should have died.” You cant leave, you cant struggle out there in the snow, the kids would never make it. Stay here, alone… No one will think to look for the Relic in such an isolated spot…

“… I don't like feeling like something is waiting to ambush us.”

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“…and yet you’re still here. hm.”

cold, slow, dark, tired. just like these bodies. it would be so very easy to join them. everything fades away, it is all just a matter of time. …and how much energy gets wasted in the meantime. that still sounds like a pretty good way to kill time until morning, too.

“something’s always wrong. something’s always waiting. especially with that relic around. what are you going to do about it?”

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For a moment, the desire for self-preservation flared up in Qrow. If something felt off to him now, then he had to check every nook and cranny just to make sure that’s all it remained. A feeling.

There had to be some sort of correspondence laying around. Some sort of hint as to what happened at this farm. What Qrow ended up finding was an advertisement for the Brunswick Wine Cellar.

“Suppose we could drink until the feeling goes away. Its probably nothing.”

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of course a farm would have a wine cellar. probably stocked to the nines too. feelings and intuitions are different, though. intuitions don’t drown as easily. but eventually…

“that would make it feel warmer for sure, huh?”

this is the last building on the farm. a wild goose chase, as everything, so far. dead bodies everywhere, lives gone for no purpose at all. but is it meaningless? there must be something. is it ever quite worth finding?

“don’t forget the kids are waiting for a report.”

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“Alcohol is probably in the main house anyways. Wouldn't want just anyone to have access to it.” Qrow mused, and before he turned away from the last corpse, he sighed. “Poor bastards. Wonder if anyone else will ever come by here.” He looked around once more, marveling at how pristine the farm was. Aside from the disuse, everything looked like it was waiting for the farmstead to wake up and get back to work.

“Surprised the Tribe or some other scavenger group hasn't come through here already. There’s lien even if they didn't take the equipment with them.”

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“hm.” as if anyone besides himself would care about the wine. they knew better.

the bitter conditions outside wouldn’t even allow for a proper burial. but maybe that was for the best. to simply let time stop and drift away, safe in bed, asleep, not being a burden to anyone in life, death, or beyond… never having to worry about carrying the pain or inflicting it on anyone else ever again.

everything feels tight and heavy and choking. qrow has to fight to even pay that much attention to his surroundings.

“yeah, that’s odd alright. but counterpoint - the picture’s all wrong to be inviting, no matter the loot. we don’t even want to be here.”

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“There’s still food in the cupboards, and all of these bodies just laying around.” Qrow insisted. the feeling of something wrong pressed on him, able to keep the thoughts of whats the point? at bay for just a little while longer. “You’d think that scavenger animals would have been through here, but there isnt even mouse droppings on anything.”

Nothing but layers of dust and some cobwebs. Qrow didnt think he’d ever been somewhere that had just turned into a vacuum before. “… If the storm lets up, we should leave at first light. The less time we’re here the better.”

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“not even dead animals along with the people. yeah, the answers have to be back at the house, if there are any.”

he definitely hadn’t seen anything like this. and usually new places were exciting. this, though, this is just exhausting. food, drink, people… anything was starting to sound better than being in the middle of all this by himself and fading.

“agreed. at some point, maybe we should scrounge some of those supplies you were talkin’ about. but… later.” ugh, even any points he could find hardly felt worth acting on.

#* will i ever learn to listen = littleblackqrow *#* strain to see some fortune in tomorrow = vol 6 *#* how do you think legends and fairy tales get started? = thread archive *#good times good times #good thread

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jojuarez26 · 7 years

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When love isnt enough:About that

Mature content and strong language Divergent fanfiction: Eric/OC @pathybo @tigpooh67 @ljvosscmt @beautifulramblingbrains @beltz2016 @clublulu333 @scorpio2009 @frecklefaceb @societalfailure @kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995 @glamlover87 @dani5102 @angolodiparadiso @mom2reesie @ariwolff14 @james-k-delaney @ericdauntless @drowning-in-my-dreams @crystalbaby12 @muffinmano @sparklemichele @singingpeople Standing at the edge of the pit and I am ready to have a melt down. Where the hell did he go. I am convinced he snuck out of the compound again. I turn down the corridor stomping like a child throwing a tempertantrum. I don't want to have to talk to Amar by myself. I am not a very good liar. What do I even say? Before I can even comprehend what is happening I am being jerked down a dark side corridor. I pull back my fist prepared to scream just as I get let go. "Aleisia sweetheart, hey, hey it's just me." Eric. Of course. "You need to stop doing that jerk," he has been doing this to me for months now. I slapped his chest as he just tries not to laugh. "Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you? " "The computer lab. I had a few things to do. I don't want to talk about it in the open. I'll tell you tonight at home." Home? I think I might like the sound of that. Something I use to think I didn't want. A home with a significant other. "Is something wrong?" oops. Train jumped the track for a second. "Actually yes. Amar knows we got off the train at four thirty. I don't know what else he knows. He wants us both in his office." he doesn't look pleased. His face takes on a dark sinster look. For the first time in awhile he is actually scarring me. He must realize what he looks like, he lets his features relax and circles his arms around me. "Sorry. Just threw me off. Nobody can know where we went. Audrianna's life depends on it." "I know. But you need to promise me you aren't going to hurt my uncle." I think this is part of why I don't fully trust him yet. "I won't hurt him. I may have to adjust his memory though." he cocks his head to the side in thought. "I can live with that. Stop thinking so hard. Your Erudite is showing." At this he lets out a small laugh. "I have to stop at the dorms quick first, but lets go now." I knock lightly on Amar's office door. This whole situation is making me feel uneasy. Eric too I think. After being invited in we enter and sit down while Amar is studying our every move. "I swear I think you are part Candor sometimes," I snipe at him. "Worse." is all he says. "You wanted to see us sir." Eric is rigid and tense. "Relax Coulter. Neither of you are in trouble. I have no intentions of telling anyone you left. I have something's to discuss with you both and this one needs to not lie to me," he narrowed his eyes in my direction. "We just wen-" "Shut up son. I don't want you lieing to me either." Eric's eyes darkened. "After initiation I must leave the city. I need to fake my death. You two are going to help me. In the meantime we need to make plans on how your going to stop Jeanine and stop a war." Eric's eyes went wide, then his face twisted into a feral look. What the hell was Amar talking about and what did he know? I started to panic. I was afraid a fight was going to break out and it would be nasty. But Eric actually surprised me "This really is not the place to discuss such matters with all due respect sure." he is calm. A little too calm. "Relax son. My cameras in here are on a repetitive loop right now." he smiles coyly. "Amar I don't understand. What on Earth are you talking about." "Well I had to wait and see who you decided on first Little Bit. Thing's are not as they seem. However young Coulter here is already well aware of that. Seeing as how you chose Eric now you two are just about the cities last hope." he is serious. This can't be good. "Sir I think you are mistaken. I don't know what you think I know," he cuts Eric off again. "Jeanine is your mother not Elaine. I knew your father. He was a good friend. She murdered him along with my brother. For being Divergent." "Jeanine murdered my father? Uncle have you been dabbling in the herb garden again?" this is insane. "You knew my father? How do you know everything you know? How do I know I can trust you? That you aren't lieing to me." Eric seems torn between excited and suspicious. "Easy. I will show you. Follow me. Both of you," he stands and we all head to the lower levels of Dauntless. This is a place I didn't even know existed. I can feel the unease and tenison radiating from the man standing next to me. After everything he told me I suppose I understand. Soon we arrive in a low lit area in front of rows of I think storage lockers. We stopped at the last and largest one. Amar pulled out keys and unlocked it. He motioned Eric over to help him lift the door. Inside where lots of boxes, furniture, a safe, a damn motorcycle. I thought those were obsolete. "What is all of this," Eric was eyeing the motorcycle like it was a precious resource or something. "It's yours. These are all your father's belongings. Rusty left everthing he had to you. His only child." he surveyed the contents before turning to Amar. "He knew about me? Why didn't he rescue me from those idiots in Erudite?" I can't tell if he is more angry or hurt. "He tried. Candor ruled in Jeanine and Elaine's favor. He was killed three weeks later." "His name was Rusty?" how is he so damn calm? "Rusty Garrens. Your Aunt is still here in Dauntless. Your uncle is in Candor. He watches over Ryan for me." "I have more family? Do they know about me?" he looks like he might get sick. I know I would. "Albert knew of you but not who you or your mother are. Dawn does not. Both of your grandparents are gone I think. Or at least Factionless. This is Dauntless you know." The two men stepped inside the large unit. Amar gave Eric a gold and a silver key. "The silver one opens the door. Gold the safe." "May I?" he nods to the safe. "Of course. It is after all yours." my uncle smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "How do you know all of the things you know? Why did you wait so long to tell me?" he inquiries while working on opening the safe. "Rus and Tish were Dauntless born. Raul, Jeanine and myself Erudite. Of course Raul loved Tish. They met at school. He knew she would never leave Dauntless, so he came here. He was best friends with Rusty and he always had an eye for Jeanine." "She was never going to leave Erudite. Your grandmother groomed her to take over as leader since she could walk. Rusty wasn't going to ever leave here either. Jeanine was furious. The only man she ever had eyes for and he defied her. Refused to join her." "How the hell did she manage to conceive me? I am extremely curious." I could see that Erudite brain turning. "She begged Rus. But they had to do it the way they did to not be found out as faction traitors guilty of treason. When Rusty found out Elaine actually had you and how Michael treated you he marched right into Erudite threatened to kill both of them and tried to take you. Needless to say he didn't get far." "He went to Albert in Candor and was granted a closed circuit investigation and trial and custody proceedings. Jeanine won. She vowed revenge. Always was a bitter, cruel bitch." "She use to use Rus and Raul for trial runs on all new forms of fear serums. That's how she discovered they where Divergents." my uncle looked so sad. I have never seen such sorrow in his eyes. "She used the Factionless riots to cover up their murder's didn't she?" Hell fire burned in Eric's eyes. "Precisely. I always figured you would end up here. Waited for it. Then you and Four end up going toe to toe over my niece right before my very eyes. Reminded me of Raul and his friend David over Tish years ago." my cheeks flamed red while my uncle winked at me. "I sat back waiting to see what path she would choose. I always planned things this way. I just didn't know if she would end up part of this. As long as you control your damn temper and treat her right, I couldn't be more pleased." he smiled brightly at Eric. "I swear I just want to keep her safe. See if she can show me how to love. She's already given me someone to trust," I felt tears sting my eyes. "I have a long way to go. I'm extremely damaged I am afraid. But I try every day. For her." he was pulling large yellow envelopes out of the safe. "Let's take the envelopes and have dinner at my place yeah." Amar suggested. "Sure. I'd like that. Can you carry a few of these for me sweetheart." "Absolutely fucking not!!" Eric slammed his hand on the table. "She will NEVER have contact with Jeanine let alone volunteer to hunt Divergents. Have you lost your fucking mind," Amar sighed while Eric raged. "You need people you trust if we are to save as many people as possible. I trust my niece with my life." The conversation went south quickly. It was suggested I help so we could deceive and gather intel on Jeanine. Amar also felt it would eliminate her from using me as leverage and deemed it safer. "Eric it would be the safest thing for her. Besides, she would even out your damn temper. " they are giving me a headache. I was ready to go home. "Call it a night. Take her home get her in bed. Think about it. We have time still." "There is nothing to think about. Not fucking happening. Wait. Did you just give me permission to stay with Aleisia? " I was shocked to say the least because that was sure what it sounded like. Amar just gave him a sly grin. "Permission? No. Just don't get caught same as you haven't for weeks now. It'll be fine." "You've known?" I want to die of embarrassment. I figured my mother knew, but never Amar. "I know more than you think Little Bit. It puts my mind at ease, you not being by yourself so much, a man to protect you and your mother. I think after initiation is done he should just move in if it's ok with the three of you. Your mother suggested it." what the hell? I don't even know if Eric would want to live with us. "We can all have dinner here on Sunday to discuss it. Get home you two, it's late. It's been an emotional evening and Eric still has training in the morning." what a day. It was beyond crazy and insane. We laid in bed opening up the large yellow envelopes from the safe. There was pictures of Eric when he was young.

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France’s Unofficial Minister for Fashion Isn’t Afraid of a Redesign

In France, where fashion is considered part of the patrimony and first ladies have been front-row regulars (and supermodels), the government has long treated the industry with kid gloves. Then, in 2017, Brune Poirson arrived.

“In the beginning, everybody thought I was crazy,” said Ms. Poirson, who is officially one of three secretaries of state to the minister for the ecological and inclusive transition and, unofficially, France’s de facto minister for fashion.

Both a champion of the industry and its rare critic, Ms. Poirson, 37, is playing a role in negotiations regarding President Trump’s threats to impose tariffs on handbags and other luxury goods, also known as the “handbag war.” Last year, she also spearheaded wide-ranging legislation that included banning brands from destroying an estimated 630 million euros (or $700 million) of unsold goods annually, a common practice in the industry. Prime Minister Édouard Philippe has said France would be the first to formally adopt this measure.

“When you’re a young woman in government — or in general, in life — and you decide to tackle a topic like fashion, everybody goes after you,” she said in an interview. “It’s almost the end of your reputation. If I were really a politician, I would have taken nuclear energy or something. But I think there is more to do in the field of fashion. I know we need to do something about it.”

It is, after all, France’s second-most profitable sector, worth an estimated €150 billion. (The first is aeronautics.)

And Ms. Poirson isn’t your typical French politician.

“Brune Poirson has a very important mission for the government and for France,” said Pascal Morand, executive president of the Fédération de la Haute Couture et de la Mode, the industry organization for French fashion. “She considers that fashion is essential and should be exemplary, and she brings conviction and determination to promoting the circular economy.”

Seated before a coffee table in a corner of a grand but sparsely furnished ministry office on the boulevard St.-Germain, early in the evening of yet another long day of transport strikes, Ms. Poirson made no secret of her impatience with a sclerotic French system of government and business, or the way things have functioned for years (and even centuries).

“We need to change the way we work,” she said in polished English. “In politics, what’s terrible is that things take time not because it’s difficult, but because people are unwilling to change things for petty reasons. It looks good on TV for a week if you can say you implemented something 10 years after it was planned. It’s completely depressing. So sometimes, if you want to change things, you can’t rely too much on politics.”

Her press officer, seated nearby, squirmed and reached for his smartphone; she burst out laughing. “He’s dying,” she said. “But it’s true.”

She is also nothing if not outspoken. A video shot on the Senate floor in November 2018 captures for posterity her lightning takedown of an older, male colleague. Gérard Longuet, a conservative senator, had addressed her with a patronizing “ma chère amie,” or “dear friend.”

“Call me Madame la Ministre,” she shot back, coolly raising her tone as hoots from other senators echoed in the background.

Ms. Poirson’s clothing style is likewise to the point: She favors minimalism, with the occasional whimsical earring. “I have to be super-simple because that’s who I am,” she said. “No prints, because you get bored and then you want to buy more, and I try to wear exclusively nonsynthetic materials because of all the micro plastics, unless it’s second hand, and clothes that are only made of one fabric.”

In the three years since her appointment, she has championed France’s embrace of a more circular economy, and drafted the zero-waste law that is moving through the legislative system and is expected to be signed by President Emmanuel Macron. In addition to banning incineration of unsold products, the law phases out all use of disposable plastics beginning January 2021; bans microplastics in cosmetics; and makes filters mandatory on industrial washing machines.

Ms. Poirson worked with François-Henri Pinault, chief executive of the luxury group Kering, to shape details of the “Fashion Pact,” an industry initiative that seeks to curtail its environmental impact. The document was signed by 56 companies — though not by LVMH Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton, the French luxury conglomerate that owns 75 brands — and was presented at the Group of 7 meeting in Biarritz, France, in August.

The pact is not legally binding and was decried by critics as toothless because it lets signatories pick and choose guidelines rather than setting goals, and sidestepped the problem of overconsumption. “Well, it’s the French way of approaching things,” Ms. Poirson said, with the faintest hint of exasperation.

Ms. Poirson has no truck with some luxury brands’ argument that they represent only a tiny fraction of the fashion sector. “That’s like France pointing the finger at China as the bigger polluter,” she said. “I refuse to hear that argument. Everyone should work to maximum capacities to find a solution to climate change. ”She was born in 1982 in Washington, D.C. to French parents — her father worked for the World Bank; her mother restored paintings — and the family returned to France before she could walk. She and her two younger brothers grew up in Apt, in the Vaucluse, part of the then-grittier, pre-Peter Mayle Luberon region in Provence.

She knew from childhood that she wanted to work in the public sphere. But, unlike most French politicians, Ms. Poirson is not an énarque, as graduates of the École Nationale d’Administration, the primary vivarium for French political life, are known.

“I wanted to do the exact opposite of E.N.A. It was a project,” she said. “My roots are really strong. I know exactly where I’m from. It gives you a lot of strength to go anywhere else, anywhere in the world. And I went with the intention of coming back, always.”

That path led to the London School of Economics; Laos — where she spent a year working on education, particularly of young girls, among the Hmong ethnic minority; and, by 2008, New Delhi, where she worked in the public and private sectors, for the Indian cabinet minister Satyan Pitroda and the French company Veolia.

In 2016, she studied political science and sustainability at the John F. Kennedy School of Government at Harvard University, but the combination of the American and French presidential campaigns, Brexit and new motherhood brought her back to France to run for office.

“People often say that when you have a family, you just want to protect them,” she said. “For me, it was the opposite, in a way. I had a daughter, so I had to work twice as hard.”

She ran for local office in the Vaucluse area and used a grass roots campaign to beat the far-right candidate Marion Maréchal Le Pen (niece of Marine Le Pen, leader of the National Front and Mr. Macron’s former opponent). Within 48 hours, Mr. Philippe, the prime minister, invited her to join the government.

Ms. Poirson said her next steps are “not necessarily legislation, but keeping the fight on sustainable fashion.” She said she would like to establish a fund for innovative fashion brands working to change the production system, though has few specifics.

Her position on handbags getting swept up in a possible trade war? “Getting into logistics of commercial sanctions will only create losers,” she said. “Commercial conflicts are just a source of uncertainty and weigh down global growth.”

And she wants to revive sectors like France’s lace industry now hanging by a thread.

“I want to go back to the areas in France with a strong textile history and see how we can actually return to local production,” she said. “I believe in path dependency — when a place is good at one thing, I think you can really rebuild on that.”

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it’s 4 am and im fucked up over the second chapter of dr2 and this dream i had like 2 days ago (but mostly from the dream)

im skipping most if the details of the first half but basically it’s the first day of a new semester and im waiting for my new english professor to arrive. im reading the syllabus and my prof apparent hides an assignment in the syllabus that no one really bothered to read until like 10 minutes before class started. so apparently the assignment was to come up with a 10 sentence story and the whole time im writing about (him). i have no idea what im exactly writing but knowing my emo ass it’s probably something sad af and im just trying to meet the requirements.

so anyway fast forward to me walking off campus… i suddenly run into this girl that i have no idea who she is but apparently we’re friends by the way she talks to me but im still hella sus about her. anyway she invites me on vacation with practically her entire family like immediate and extended family and she wants me to help her with her new relationship. so she shows me her bf which happens to be (him) and in my head im like “aw shit no way it him bro wtf” but on the outside im like “ah cool”. and so i go on vacation with her and i havent actually seen (him) in person yet but she had this whole weird romantic plan that made no sense to me but i went along with it anyway.

the vacation area was basically in this weird building and it had a fake beach? like an indoor pool with sand? but literally like up this little sand mountain it turns to snow and becomes the little winter wonder land with this huge ice rink in the middle of it. so im not exactly sure what happens but it had to do with a sleigh and i see (him) in ice skates just kinda doing his own thing. suddenly the girl/gf’s plan fails because it’s apparently my fault that i didnt do something? because i was busy saving her younger cousins from getting pulled into the tide at the beach? so her sleigh falls back down the the beach instead of into the snow?

so while i explain to her what happened i try to calm her and tell her (he) is going to notice she isnt there and he’ll come down to us. so i continue to save another cousin and (he) shows up pretty surprised that im there. so the gf introduces us and (he) is like “ya we know each other” and she gives me this weird ass look and im like “dont question it”

edit: after reading this i suddenly remember the rest of the dream so i guess after saving her cousins i go up these steps and hang in like a sand pit by a bar where some of her aunties are chilling and (he) follows after me. so we’re chilling together and catching up and stuff because it’s been forever since we’ve talked. and the girl follows after us eventually when she notices we’re alone together enjoying each other’s company. at this point he has his arm casually over my shoulder and we’re just platonically chilling when in reality my heart is ready to fly out of my chest. she sits between us, obviously bothered and jealous but she tries to keep her cool. and then she starts to go off on (him) because of me? and she runs out. and (he’s) just like “we’re just friends wtf” but he goes after her. and her aunties are telling me how they liked (him) better for me because in the short about of time we were all together it seemed like i made (him) the happiest. and they were also telling me they dont even like her niece because she’s a bitch and im like “ya true idk how we’re even friends”

#personal #this has been sitting in my drafts for who knows how long #story time

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Love at First Sight (Chapter 37)

One month later P.o.v Rachel Rocky and I had recently began planning this wedding. I know that both of us are a bit young to get married but we love each other and intend on spending the rest of our lives together so we thought 'why wait?' Besides we have a baby that's due within the next few days so we decided we would do as much planning for the wedding as we can before the baby is born. So far we have our guest list made because we just wanted to have a very small wedding and apparently Rocky has our honeymoon all planned out as well. The reason I say that he has it planned out is because he doesn't want me to know where we are going. We also have the caterer and the cake. I know that usually one of the first things to plan is getting the wedding dress but we kind of figured that the wedding is going to be after we have the baby. considering my stomach is huge at the moment so if I were to get the dress now and put it on when it comes time for me to wear it it will be too big so a while after we have the baby Rydel, Keara, my mom, and I will then start looking for dresses. P.o.v Keara I texted Rachel asking if I could go over to her place so I could help with the wedding planning considering I knew that her and Rocky wanted to get as much of the planning done as possible. After about a minute or so I felt my phone vibrate. I read the text I had gotten which was a reply from Rachel saying that I could go over. With that I asked my mom if she could drive me over to Rachel's house. Lucky for me she said she would. We pulled up to her house and my mom let me out of the car and left right after that. I walked in the house to find Rachel and Rocky at the table most likely planning the wedding. "What's up?" I asked Rachel and Rocky. "planning the wedding" Rachel said happily. "do you need any help?" i asked considering i knew that she would need help at one point or another because of all the stress that is soon to come. "yeah sure that would be great!" she replied. i sat down and said "what exactly is it that we are doing right now?" "we are doing the invitations. there isnt too many because we want to have a small wedding it would be nice to have help anyways." she said. after i began helping with the invitations we got through the rest of them pretty quickly. P.o.v Natalie I was hanging out with Logan and all of a sudden my phone went off I quickly checked it and instantly began to panic. "What's wrong babe?" He asked me with a worried expression on his face. "Rachel has gone into labour" with that we both grabbed some things we might need and we headed to the hospital. on the way to the hospital I was like totally freaking out. It's literally kind of one of those things when you know something is going to happen but it doesn't really click until it does happen. When Logan and I got to the hospital we parked the car and ran as fast as we could into the hospital. We saw everyone of our friends in the waiting room accept for Rachel and Rocky obviously. All of a sudden we were all called into the room by a doctor. P.o.v Rocky I can't believe this is happening, I'm going to be a father! This is really exciting because to be completely honest I have wanted to start a family with Rachel since I met her. After a good couple hours the baby had arrived. "It's a beautiful baby girl!" The doctor said to us. The doctor handed our daughter to Rachel. "She's beautiful" she said with a quiet voice. After about five minutes or so of Rachel holding our baby the doctor took it and wrapped it in a little pink blanket. After our daughter was wrapped in the blanket the doctor handed her to me. "What should we name her?" I asked Rachel quietly. "We haven't really thought much about this, what do you think" she said. "What about Rebecca?" I asked, feeling satisfied with the name. "It's perfect!" She responded sounding incredibly happy. P.o.v Rachel "It's perfect!" I said with a cheery yet quiet tone. Since Rocky picked her first name that means that I should pick her middle name. "I think a perfect girl like Rebecca deserves a perfect middle name as well" I said with the perfect one in mind. "And what did you have in mind?" Rocky asked me curiously. "I thought her middle name should be Rose" I said hoping he liked the idea. "Rebecca Rose Lynch, I love it!" He said excitedly. After we had agreed on our daughter's name the doctor wrote something down on a sheet of paper and left. About a minute or so later everyone came in the room quietly so Rocky and I could introduce everyone to Rebecca. It was really cute because at one point rocky handed Rebecca off to Riker and Keara, and Riker was saying things like "hey Rebecca, I'm your uncle Riker" and Keara was doing basically the same thing. Knowing that Rydel was the most excited, I was super happy when she finally got a chance to hold Rebecca because as soon as Rydel got a chance to hold Rebecca I instantly noticed a glow of happiness in her face. P.o.v Rydel I saw everyone being really happy as they got their turns to hold Rebecca i felt slightly impatient while waiting for my turn to hold Rebecca. i didnt mean to seem rude by acting slightly impatient but this is my very first niece we are talking about here. soon it was my turn to hold rebecca. As soon as she was in my arms i elt a huge smile on my face. "Hi Rebecca im your Auntie Rydel!" I held rebecca for a little bit longer but then eventually passed her on to Ross and Ellington. the three of them looked soooo cute. i honestly believe that Ross and Ellington would make great parents. p.o.v Rachel after everyone visited us they all left accept for Rocky. after everyone was gone Rocky Rebecca and i took our first family photo. afer we took the picture we just spent some time just the three of us. after a while it was getting kind of late and i knew that rocky would want to show our parents the picture. Rocky and i said our goodbyes and he left to go show off the picture to our families.

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fanfiction-mania · 7 years

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Love at First Sight (Chapter 37)

One month later

P.o.v Rachel

Rocky and I had recently began planning this wedding. I know that both of us are a bit young to get married but we love each other and intend on spending the rest of our lives together so we thought 'why wait?' Besides we have a baby that's due within the next few days so we decided we would do as much planning for the wedding as we can before the baby is born. So far we have our guest list made because we just wanted to have a very small wedding and apparently Rocky has our honeymoon all planned out as well. The reason I say that he has it planned out is because he doesn't want me to know where we are going. We also have the caterer and the cake. I know that usually one of the first things to plan is getting the wedding dress but we kind of figured that the wedding is going to be after we have the baby. considering my stomach is huge at the moment so if I were to get the dress now and put it on when it comes time for me to wear it it will be too big so a while after we have the baby Rydel, Keara, my mom, and I will then start looking for dresses.

P.o.v Keara

I texted Rachel asking if I could go over to her place so I could help with the wedding planning considering I knew that her and Rocky wanted to get as much of the planning done as possible. After about a minute or so I felt my phone vibrate. I read the text I had gotten which was a reply from Rachel saying that I could go over. With that I asked my mom if she could drive me over to Rachel's house. Lucky for me she said she would. We pulled up to her house and my mom let me out of the car and left right after that. I walked in the house to find Rachel and Rocky at the table most likely planning the wedding. "What's up?" I asked Rachel and Rocky. "planning the wedding" Rachel said happily. "do you need any help?" i asked considering i knew that she would need help at one point or another because of all the stress that is soon to come. "yeah sure that would be great!" she replied. i sat down and said "what exactly is it that we are doing right now?" "we are doing the invitations. there isnt too many because we want to have a small wedding it would be nice to have help anyways." she said. after i began helping with the invitations we got through the rest of them pretty quickly.

P.o.v Natalie

I was hanging out with Logan and all of a sudden my phone went off I quickly checked it and instantly began to panic. "What's wrong babe?" He asked me with a worried expression on his face. "Rachel has gone into labour" with that we both grabbed some things we might need and we headed to the hospital. on the way to the hospital I was like totally freaking out. It's literally kind of one of those things when you know something is going to happen but it doesn't really click until it does happen. When Logan and I got to the hospital we parked the car and ran as fast as we could into the hospital. We saw everyone of our friends in the waiting room accept for Rachel and Rocky obviously. All of a sudden we were all called into the room by a doctor.

P.o.v Rocky

I can't believe this is happening, I'm going to be a father! This is really exciting because to be completely honest I have wanted to start a family with Rachel since I met her. After a good couple hours the baby had arrived. "It's a beautiful baby girl!" The doctor said to us. The doctor handed our daughter to Rachel. "She's beautiful" she said with a quiet voice. After about five minutes or so of Rachel holding our baby the doctor took it and wrapped it in a little pink blanket. After our daughter was wrapped in the blanket the doctor handed her to me. "What should we name her?" I asked Rachel quietly. "We haven't really thought much about this, what do you think" she said. "What about Rebecca?" I asked, feeling satisfied with the name. "It's perfect!" She responded sounding incredibly happy.

P.o.v Rachel

"It's perfect!" I said with a cheery yet quiet tone. Since Rocky picked her first name that means that I should pick her middle name. "I think a perfect girl like Rebecca deserves a perfect middle name as well" I said with the perfect one in mind. "And what did you have in mind?" Rocky asked me curiously. "I thought her middle name should be Rose" I said hoping he liked the idea. "Rebecca Rose Lynch, I love it!" He said excitedly. After we had agreed on our daughter's name the doctor wrote something down on a sheet of paper and left. About a minute or so later everyone came in the room quietly so Rocky and I could introduce everyone to Rebecca. It was really cute because at one point rocky handed Rebecca off to Riker and Keara, and Riker was saying things like "hey Rebecca, I'm your uncle Riker" and Keara was doing basically the same thing. Knowing that Rydel was the most excited, I was super happy when she finally got a chance to hold Rebecca because as soon as Rydel got a chance to hold Rebecca I instantly noticed a glow of happiness in her face.

P.o.v Rydel

I saw everyone being really happy as they got their turns to hold Rebecca i felt slightly impatient while waiting for my turn to hold Rebecca. i didnt mean to seem rude by acting slightly impatient but this is my very first niece we are talking about here. soon it was my turn to hold rebecca. As soon as she was in my arms i elt a huge smile on my face. "Hi Rebecca im your Auntie Rydel!" I held rebecca for a little bit longer but then eventually passed her on to Ross and Ellington. the three of them looked soooo cute. i honestly believe that Ross and Ellington would make great parents.

p.o.v Rachel

after everyone visited us they all left accept for Rocky. after everyone was gone Rocky Rebecca and i took our first family photo. afer we took the picture we just spent some time just the three of us. after a while it was getting kind of late and i knew that rocky would want to show our parents the picture. Rocky and i said our goodbyes and he left to go show off the picture to our families.

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Found this in my drafts. Some interesting stuff here.

So, I’ve been getting a load of flak for how depressed i’ve been lately. well, I’m going to explain here...This is going to be long so get comfy.

I’m always being told to just “Relax” or do it for the “Fun” and not the fame.

See now normally ythis would be amazing advice to someone with a more normal background then mine. See why this is bad advice to me is because i didn’t get into Music cause it is fun. I did this solely for therapeutic reasons. Now comes the part why it was therapy. I have really bad social issues, like o was afraid to talk to anyone cause i was an extremely slow learner. I didn’t understand the world or why people were the way they were. Not to mention i have alopecia totalis. So i lost my hair when i was in middle school 6th grade. And losing your hair in patches tends to kick down your self esteem and worth. I hated who i was, I hated that for some reason i had to deal with all of this myself. Granted i made a few friends that became life long during this time, But, That was cause the common interest of FF7. Back to the hair loss, As you probably already figured out, I was bullied and made fun of a lot at school.Not just a little bullied im talking people used to fight me cause i looked sick and i was near them. the friends that i said i made started taking my side and helping me out with all these assholes. They were bigger than the bullys and they weren’t afraid to throw in a hit or ten. Now see this happened pretty much all the time, It was a daily regiment to get bullied and teased. this happened until like 8th grade. I had to repeat 7th grade so i ended up being a year behoind all of my friends. Now in this year behind i met some more life long friends. great people.

Now that you have that part here is my home life...

My father wasn’t much of a father to me, He used to be someone i looked up to until my niece was born. Now im gonna throw this out so you dont get it twisted. I love my niece and i dont hold any sort of resentment towards er at all. I’m very proud of my niece. But back to the subject.when my niece was born my father basically forgot i existed as his son. Ihe would only talk to me if to dicipline me or have me get him water. I tried to get his aproval on so many levels. But that didnt really happen. I was 11 when she was born, Cue in the stress and depression. Since i was just getting into middle school and all that i couldv’e really used my dads help to get me through all of this bullying and teasing. I didn’t get any respect at school and at home i felt like only my mother loved me and wanted me around. since he wasnt there i had to figure out what a man was all about. how to handle my self, protect myself and how to build my mind up enough to notice things. basically do what my dad was supposed to do. just prepare me for things i know he knew would happen.

There is both home and school life.... Now here is where music was introduced to me...

8th grade i took up band class i played the tenor saxophone. Now at first i was annoyed that i was in a class where i was constantly judged about how i was playing. But i was wrong, Well atleast for middle school i was. i played in band for 6 months and then was advanced to advanced band. I took to it rather fast and i learned how to play the sax withing those 6 months. now this was a replacement for being social. I didnt have to make friends through talking to them and getting to know them. I made friends by playing music with others. This was an unspoken language tthat to me made more sense then any words that could be spoken.Harmony in the room as all of the band played these songs. Me being afraid to talk to people led people to talk to me, Now i can talk to people just fine as long as i dont have to start the conversation. and i made a few more friends like this.

So here is an intermission break down

I was bullied and my father wasnt there. I lost my hair do to stress and depression and i was scared to talk to anyone. Music made me feel like i knew a new language to communicate with the people around me.

Now here is where Raves came into my life. during the summer before high school i went to my first rave called “lucid dreams”, I was terrified cause there were so many people there. I loved the music cause i was already listening to it for a few years already. But this scene had something different to it that i liked immediately. everyone didnt care how i was or why i was. They would just smile at me and be friendly without me saying a single word.it was then ithat i found that the dj basically made the moodand was essentially the god of socialness. it was the first time i really felt at home and welcome in a very long time. After i started raving My hair started to grow back and i started to feel alive again. now just before i went to high school i went to one other rave that impacted me. It was called “Defcon 3″

This rave is what introduced me to the thought of being a dj. I remember me and my friends were stanfding outside and talking to this really awesome guy who always had a backpack on (Trajikk). Now we didn’t know who he was until he got on the stage that night and played some amazing hard house.Just seeing the attention he got when he spun his hour set i was in pure awe. i was talking to this man outside and he was completely coo. rhwn after his set i remember everyone going to him and saying how amazing his set was. This interested me causehe went up and showed off his abilities and was getting attention after. People were thanking him and saying how he made their night so much better. i seen this as he just helped these people have a better night. i mean he helped me that night. From that night i was inspired to become a dj, I went out and bought some turntables and a few records and started to play them. i had no idea what i was doing at all. Then after about 6 or so months i found a website with a forum called “DJTrajikk.com” it was beatfrekz before. but it was the DJ i was talking to outside of the show! so i joined the forum and was like 5th place in posts. I remember putting up a post saying i bought some decks and was wondering if anyone could help me out.

Guess who answered, 2 guys from floorbangrs (Might have been beatfrekz still i am not sure) The first was DJ XLR8, He helped me learn how to count the beats and how to adjust. he disnt show me a whole lot but he let me mix and he would explain how things worked and why it didnt work. That day was amazing. I learned so much that day. Now the second reply was from my idol “Trajikk” he invited me over to his house and he tought me a lot more. I was taught how to count the beats and swith the beats up. Identify and cueing. song structure, how to read a vinyle by the density of the grooves and howhen to mix and how to mix. These two djs taught me everything i needed to get started. a few months later trajikk gave me my first show called “Winter freeze” on December 18 2004. I was so happy that i was shaking. i played and of coarse iu was not so great because i was just starting, I played my set and stepped down. and the people that were there came up to me and started talking with me. They liked the music that i playd and and thanked me.

To me this was heaven on earth, I loved being able to get off the stage and have people come to me to talk to me. I wasn’t scared of people anymore. it encouraged me to get really good at the art. i was beyond myself with how much music connected me back to the world of the living.

lets end this with why im so depressed...

Im so depressed because i’ve lost my hair, Lost my girl of 5 years, my father passed away and i have a lot of resentment still, I cant spin with these new kids anymore because its not to them like it was to me. It was my way of connecting to the world and now i lost my key to get back in the door. back in the day people would literally go to hear the music the dj played and stay for all the djs sets cause it was amazing mussic. now it’s a bunch of these new kids dressing like little hoes and douch bags. they only listen to one DJ and leave to go to a after party to get drunk and do drugs. and if they do stay they stay out in the smoking section the whole time. the music i play isnt what they like, My music isnt ‘Hard” enough for them.

Now lets go to the competition night...

This is the end, I was pumped and ready to go and play the set of my life. I get there and i see so many people there already who were ready to support me. I was happy but i was terrified again. i had no connection to this scene anymore how would i dj? i was always confident in my abilities as a dj but this night i was scared more then ever. I drank a few and then played my set. I see in the crowd as i am Spinning the girl i cherish, My friends and my brother and his wife. My nephew and his friend all in the crowd. I freeze... then i press play on my track that was already playing and shut it off, i freaked out and just replayed it from the start. oh well. But with soo much pressure on me that i have never felt before i played a terrible set. They said it was a great set but to me....I felt like i let all these people that never come to see me down. I raised my normally high standard of my self to way higher than i could ever. I couldnt hear the music even though it was sooo loud. I couldn’t think, I couldnt do anything but hope. The crowd stayed moving the whole time, and cheered me on. .. I felt like i wasted all these peoples time by playing a mediocre set. I let them down cause i didnt bring it like i wanted to. I wanted to impress the girl that i cherish... I put so much pressure on my self that i collapsed. I shut down and got drunk and hated my self....

Well i hope this clears things up a bit. You read this and tell me is im just being a dumb ass....

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