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transparentgentlemenmarker · 2 months

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Qu’est-ce que le progrès au 21ème siècle ?

Voilà bien une idée faussement évidente que celle du progrès, dont on nous parle depuis la fin de la Seconde Guerre mondiale tandis qu’on passe sous silence l’idée même de 21ème siècle, comme si chacun en comprenait le sens d’instinct. Ce qui m’amène à formuler la contre-interrogation suivante l’idée de progrès est-elle compatible avec celle du XXIème siècle ? Rien n’est moins sûr en vérité, car le progrès tel que nous le connaissons est bien loin de nous apporter les satisfactions escomptées. Par ailleurs, ce siècle diffère de la fin du 20ème en ceci qu’il nous précipite dans un présent traumatisant contrairement aux perspectives qui étaient celles de nos sociétés il y a seulement 40 ans. Il suffit de considérer la façon dont nous avons fantasmé sur l’an 2000, pour réaliser combien nous pouvions relativiser les inconvenances et la toxicité du progrès comme pour mieux rêver à de merveilleux retours vers le futur enchanté

#société #21 ème siècle #canular

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lhdbeauty · 1 year

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🌟🌟 EXCITING ANNOUNCEMENT 🌟🌟 So I've now passed my IV THERAPY course. I honestly loved it simply because what it can help with medically and physically. The benefits it has for the body plus how it can help people who suffer from medical conditions. They have all been scientifically proven to help! You can't argue with science �� have a look at some of the benefits in my pictures. If you feel would benefit from this, please contact me to discuss this further. Based Newbury West Berkshire #iv #ivtherapy #ivtherapynurse #myers #myerscocktails #myerscocktailivdrip #myerscocktailivtreatment #myerscocktailiv #goodforyou #canular #butterflyneedle #medical #medicalhelp #healthybody #healthysoul #westberkshire #westberkshiredads #westberkshiremums #westberkshirebusiness #newburyberkshire #newburymums #thatcham #thatchammums #pride🌈 #aesthetic https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp5xDrjMw0c/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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manatearsetting · 8 months

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Threshold of the Exalted, a vision that feels impossibly real. A Horror looming in the sky, stealing from sacred realms. A celestial paradigm subverted.

This is a part of the wider setting of the manatear, stormbreak. This threshold is something that remarkable people trip through and experience. Think like level 10 in a dnd'ish system, though not scheduled conveniently.

As such, characters I have done drawings of, like Kloe (in this piece) and Sydney (the orange rabbit.) has experienced this. It is a bad time and will get more fiction written about it in the future.

#stormbreak #Kloe Canular #adalore

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plaidetchocolatchaud · 2 years

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Tout va bien ? C'est à cause des orages l'alarme ?

Je ne sais pas ça s'est arrêté on dirait, il n'y a rien sur internet ni les groupes facebook, pas de panique au niveau des gens du coin, personne n'en parle (genre à la moindre petite panne d'électricité tu demande tu as quelqu'un qui te dis l'heure à laquelle ça repart) et c'est trop faible pour que ça soit celle de chez moi. Donc on verra, ça n'a pas l'air si alarmant, ça peut être un bug. On verra mais il n'y a rien d'alarmant pour l'instant, d'autant plus que je ne vois pas ce que ça peut être. Pas d'incident nucléaire en cours et je ne suis pas proche d'un fleuve donc .. on verra 🤷

On ira aux nouvelles demain, mais c'est flippant sur le coup ! C'est pas de très bon goût si c'est une blague (mais ça fonctionne) !

C'est peut être aussi mon pote pompier qui a mal entendu l'alarme enregistré avec le téléphone, c'est possible aussi !

#bah quand ça sonnait on entendais même à la fin des gens faire la bringue en même temps #ça peut être un canular #c'est bien l'humour de toute la petite bande de 17-18 ans #souvenir de l'un qui distribuait des billets de 50 euros de la caisse de sa mère qui était véto à des passants #souvenir aussi des gens qui avaient provoqué une fuite de gaz littéralement devant chez moi pour se venger d'un de leur pote qui s'était fa #it pécho pour avoir dealé #bref on verra mais je pencherai pour un bug ou un canular étant donné que l'on n'a pas de nouvelles #et au pire je suis chez moi 🤷#on verra demain #mais merci de l'être inquiété pour moi encore un truc #je suis fatigante à suivre

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adaloreart · 9 months

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Kloe Canular - Character reference 2023

Kloe Canular, the main protagonist for my stormbreak setting stuff, which happens to be the wider setting from the manatear.

She does many plot things. Her plot effectively can be summarized as "Starts career as government official for DENN, the department of the Extra Natural and Nefarious, things gradually ramp and now she is punching every problem and why won't the problems stop oh goddamnit."

#Adalore's art #Stormbreak #Kloe Canular

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andromedasummer · 1 year

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I'M GOING HOME TODAY

#CANULAR IS ABOUT TO COME OUT THEN I SHOWER THEN I GO RIGHT HOME

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justdsmp1 · 1 year

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⋆ I'm with you, always

Pairing(s): Tommyinnit x platonic! Reader

Pronouns: She/her

About: Tommy helping his best friend through a recent diagnosis of a disability.

Words: 2k

Warning: Mentions of fainting, fnd, injury

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Just like that her world went spinning, just like it always did. Another episode of hers. Right along the pathway when she was going to meet Tommy. She didn't mean for it to happen, she just wished she was normal so she could continue college.

Tommy began to worry about where she may be, she was hardly ever late. He walked out of the cafe and onto the street to see a crowd around someone, making his way over to the crowd he noticed the girl on the ground.

"Y/n" He spoke, pushing through everyone to get to her side. Someone was on the phone with an ambulance when he heard the sirens coming this way.

"Is she breathing?" Tommy questioned, trying to see if she was . The woman nodded and he let out a breath of relief. The ambulance stopped and pushed through, one of them was talking to the people who saw her fall. She was only 16 and dealing with all of this.

"What's her name?" An paramedic asked

"Y/n Gold" Tommy answered

"Age?"

"Uh 16" Tommy replied.

The other paramedic worked on waking her up, but she was unresponsive. Slowly but surely her eyes started fluttering as she was slowly gaining consciousness, her eyes opened but she stared into no where still being unresponsive to the paramedics. They grab out the stretcher, lifting her on with the help of some others. Tommy gets in the ambulance with her as she is underage as they take off.

Going into triage, they waited for a bed to become available. When one did she was immediately taken to the emergency department. Still unresponsive, they lifted her into a hospital bed.

"Is there any reason for the faint?" A nurse asks

"She has Fnd but we're unsure of her triggers" Tommy answers. The nurse nods.

Tommy looked over at her, as she looked more alert.

"Y/n, are you alright. Are you in pain?" Tommy asks, Y/n looks at him like she's trying to talk but she can't.

"It's ok. Take your time, alright?" Tommy spoke, trying to calm her. The nurse comes over with paper and a pen and hands to Y/n, she smiles gratefully taking the pen and paper and writing something down.

" It feels like I don't know how to talk again" Tommy read out, then hands it back to her. She wrote something else

"I did hurt the side of my head" Tommy again read aloud. The nurse looked over it

"Would you like some pain relief?" The nurse asks, Y/n nods as the nurse walks out.

"Wilbur is on his way" Tommy tells her. She nods, Tommy looks around anxiously. She looked so tired, he really felt for her. Tommy layed a hand on hers letting her know he was there for her.

"Thanks Tommy" She finally spoke, then covered her mouth. She spoke, Tommy smiled. The nurse came back with some pain relief

"Thank you" She spoke, shocking the nurse a little.

"Great to see you have your voice back" The nurse smiles, she smiles back.

The nurse then came back with a yellow tray, she didn't like the look of that.

"I'm just gonna do a blood test, is that alright" The nurses asks

"Yeah, that's fine" Trying to act cool about it, the nurse started looking for a vain. Started rubbing the area with an alcohol wipe. Then came the needle, she held the side of the bed tightly with her other hand, unintentionally tensing the other one.

"Try not to fight against me" The nurse spoke, she tried to losen the grip as the nurse dug around trying to find the vain. Tears falling down her face, Tommy is rubbing her arm.

"Done" The nurse said, after taking some blood leaving a canular in instead. The nurse walked away.

She looked down at her legs, it's like she forgot about them. She couldn't feel them, she sighed in frustration. Trying to move her leg, or wiggle her toes, nothing.

"Legs gone on you again?" Tommy questions, to which Y/n nods. The curtains move and it was another nurse, a student one.

"Hi, I'm Zara, I'm just gonna do an E.C.G." The nurse explained.

"Did you wanna keep your friend in here" The nurse continued

"If he wants to yeah, I could use some support" Y/n replies, looking at Tommy who nods. The nurse starts by putting stickers on her legs and arms.

"I'm gonna need you to take off her jumper and lift up your shirt for me" The nurse requests, that's what she does. Tommy still had a hold of her hand but looked away in respect. The student looked a little confused and cliped them wrong. As nice as Y/n could, showed the nurse.

'I'm not trying to say I know more then you, I've just had a lot of these" Y/n speaks up

"Oh no your alright, thank you" The nurse replies, continuing her job. Then takes off the leads, and walks to put it in her folder. Then Wilbur opened the curtain, walking and hugging his sister for comfort.

"Your gonna be alright, ok?" Wilbur reassures. As much as Wilbur hates hospitals, he would do anything for his little sister. She nods.

"Do you mind if I tell Em? I was gonna go to hers tonight but I'm gonna be here" Tommy asks

"You don't have to stay here with me" Y/n tells him

"I want to, your health is important" Tommy explains.

"You can" Tommy walks out giving Em a ring, who was chill about it, she knew the sibling bond they had there was no problem. Tommy walks back into the room.

After about 2 hours, the doctor comes by apologizing about the wait. She did some assessments, then did some other stuff. Then left to get some stuff done for her. They did a laying and sitting blood preasure, as she couldn't stand. As usual it was normal. The doctor came back with something for her to eat and drink. Trying her best to but she felt like her appetite was lost.

Soon enough night came around and they were still in emergency, they were decided to admit her in the hospital, now waiting for a bed in a ward. The boys had recliners to sleep in for the night not wanting to leave the girl on her own, it may have been uncomfortable but they would do anything for her.

The next morning, she was being moved to a separate place only until a bed opened up in a proper ward. They gave her a breakfast box, helping her stand to sit in the chair. Her brother sat on the bed while Tommy sat next to her in a separate chair. The nurse was determined to get her walking to the bathroom by the end of the afternoon. She didn't really like it there, she was being rushed and she didn't like being rushed in anyway as it made her panic.

That unit ended up closing, so they had to try and get everyone to a ward. She was being transferred to J4. she had been there about a month ago. One of the psa's came to wheel her to the ward, helping her by putting her stuff on the bed. Travelling up to the level 4 then to J.

She was wheeled into bed 5, across from an older lady. She met her nurse, who was in fact cute looking, very comforting and kind. She pressed the nurse button. She waited a few minutes before the nurse walked in

"Could I have help to the bathroom?" She asked him.

"Oh yeah of course, did you want to be wheeled in or can you walk?" He asks kindly.

"I wanna try walking" Y/n replies.

"Alright" He spoke, she sat up and went to the side of the bed and sat on the edge.

"No rush when your ready" The nurse told her, placing his glasses on the stop of his head. Y/n grabbed his hand, lifting herself up with the help of the nurse. Wobbling most when she puts weight on her left leg.

"Does your left let feel week, is your knee buckling or" The nurse asks as they make there way back to the bed.

"Yeah, my knee buckles" Y/n replied

Sitting down, Wilbur and Tommy quickly ducked out to go shower and changed into something else as she spoke to the older woman across from her about anything and everything.

Then the older woman decided to try and get some rest as a wave of nausea hit Y/n. Sitting up and held a vomit bag to her face, buzzing the nurse. Once a again, he came in and saw her holding a vomit bag.

"Do you feel sick?" He asks, all Y/n could do was nod.

"I'll see if the doctor can chart some anti-nausea for you" The nurse replies, walking off to try and sort something out.

She didn't even feel it coming, suddenly she just passed out falling off the bed smacking her head on the ground along with her shoulder and hip. The noise of her legs hitting the chair must've woken the older lady, not even noticing the young girl on the ground, ringing the buzzer for something. A few minutes later, the nurse came in along with another nurse. Not noticing the girl on the ground at first, he turned around not seeing. Noticing the empty bed Y/n's nurse looks to the ground, seeing the young girl on the ground.

"Y/n" He spoke, shaking her. No response, her eyes shut but twitching constantly. The other nurse tries to help out the older lady

"Don't worry about me, worry about her first" The lady tells the nurse. They call rapid response, nurses and doctors fill the room, squeezing or inflicting pain to wake her up. Lights being shined in her eyes as they slowly opened but no bodily response but her eyes were responsive

"Eyes are responsive but dilated to about a 7" He says, comparing her pupils to the circles on the neuro pen. Tommy and Wilbur rush in after seeing nurses and doctors flooding the room her sister was in.

"What happened?" Wilbur exclaimed, looking from a response from anyone.

"She's had another episode, we believe she fell of the bed" A doctor replies, continuing to look at the state Y/n was in. Slowly she fluttered her eyes more and looked more alert.

"Y/n, do you know where we are?" Her nurse asks.

"The hospital?" Y/n replies, the nurse nods. Soon enough she was being lifted up and onto the bed again as a neck brace was put on as her neck was sore, she was on postural safety for the moment. Her nurse stood with her chatting to her, making sure she's calm. On her way through she got a C.T scan of her brain and then she was transferred to another ward.

She hated it there, especially some of the night staff, they didn't let her walk often, she was treated like a child. They gave her a lower bed after another fall off the bed, they could've just put the rails up and made her sleep in the hall so they could keep an eye on her but she barely got any sleep. She liked the daytime staff , they gave her a chance. It was so hard to eat at a bed so low they let her sit in the chair beside her to eat, the in charge nurse didn't she had to eat the food on her lap which Y/n didn't like at all.

Y/n was getting so tired of everything, Tommy was laying in the bed with her, cuddling her to help her. He hated seeing his best friend like this it pained him. Em came by a few times to visit, giving her flowers and cringy teddy bears. She was practically begging to go home.

"Toms, I just wanna go home" Y/n spoke

"I know, Y/n you'll get there. I promise. I'm with you, always" Tommy replied. Pulling the girl into a hug for comfort.

#Tommyinnit #tomminnit x platonic reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt #dsmp x reader #dsmp #mcyt fanfiction #dsmp x you #dsmpfanfic #justdsmp1 works #wilbur #mcyt wilbur soot

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silverhallow · 11 months

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Beautiful Nightmare

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Modern AU

Rated: T - Major Angst, Car accidents, witnessing a car accident, mentions of trauma, WHUMP, Injuries, descriptions of blood and injuries, surgery.

Word count: 2k

Summary: When a beautiful day goes horribly wrong, a disaster threatens to rob Benedict of everything he held close in his life.

Author's Note: This is gonna hurt… i’m sorry. (well i’m not really) and oh yeah. It’s a cliff hanger

Blame @ambitionspassionscoffee she sent me the picture 😂😂

Part 2 , Part 3, part 4 coming soon

Enjoy

There was not much worse in life that seeing the love of your life lying in a hospital bed, a tube in her nose, canulars in her arms, the beeping of the machines next to her, telling him that her heart was still beating, that she was fighting through the pain, that she was trying to come back to him.

The only thing that had made this entire thing worse was that he had been there, she’d saved him and ended up sacrificing herself. He’d witnessed every single thing that had happened.

They’d been walking Edmund in his pushchair through the village whilst Kate and Anthony were at a midwife appointment. It had been a beautiful morning, the sun had been shining, the sky was blue and it had been a morning that Benedict would have remembered anyway without the entire day being the worst day of his life.

They had been laughing and joking, talking about their wedding and they felt like a little family as they walked with their nephew, he was pushing the pushchair and Sophie was talking next to them and suggesting where they go for lunch when their day went from beautiful and light to a disaster.

They heard a screech of tyres, people yelling around the corner and Sophie looked up at Benedict confused “we should maybe move” she said but her words sort of died as the out of control car came veering around the corner.

People were jumping and diving out of the way, the sirens of the emergency services could be heard in the distances but Benedict froze as he saw the car careering towards them, his brain was screaming at him to move, but his muscles and everything didn’t seem to want to move.

Fear had petrified him and he was sure he was watching his entire life flash before his eyes but as the car got closer to him he felt his entire body forcibly moved, the pushchair going with him as he lost control of the pushchair and it moved out of danger as his entire body fell to the floor and he rolled out of the way and as he rolled to face the car, he let out a scream of such terror he never realised he was able to make as he saw Sophie hit by the car.

Her body propelled backwards, the car had lost speed as it was moving towards them, and it was probably that which stopped Sophie from being thrown completely threw the windows behind her but instead clattered into the tables and chairs as the car came to stop over her.

She was trapped.

A stranger had gotten Edmund, the pushchair was safe but Sophie…

Benedict was screaming, trying to get the car moved, the air bags had gone off and the driver, an elderly man who had suffered a heart attack at the wheel of the car, was unconscious and pinned, one of the tables had gone through the window but he didn’t care, he needed to get to Sophie.

He screamed for help, begged for Sophie to reply to him but there was no sound other than the sirens getting closer, people’s footsteps getting closer and closer and someone frantically on the phone to the ambulance service.

Benedict was trying to move the debris out of the way, the tables and the chairs, some of them had gone through the glass of the cafe window and had caused additional mess.

He felt a man tugging at his shoulders “sir… we need to you move”

“No! My girlfriend… my fiancee… she… she…” he stammered as he pointed and as he looked down he felt his stomach drop to his toes

Blood…

An almost river of blood was flowing out from under the car and he turned and vomited directly onto the policeman’s vest, the colour drained from his face and the policeman saw the blood, understood immediately.

“It’s okay son, the ambulance is here. The fire brigade is here, we’ll get her out…” he said to him as he manoeuvred Benedict out of the way, the stranger who had seen Benedict getting shoved out of the way and had rescued the pushchair and came over to him, bringing Edmund back, the just over one year old was sleeping soundly having thankfully, fallen asleep moments before the accident and had not woken up during the commotion.

Benedict could do nothing but watch as the police, fire service and ambulance crews went to work, the glass moved, everything that was in the way was moved and they got to Sophie but when they got her out. Benedict had to wonder if he was ever going to see her again, how could anyone survive a hit like that.

She was so tiny, the fact she’d hit him with enough force to get him and Edmund out of the way was incredible but he hated that she’d sacrificed herself for him, if he had just moved when she told him to, none of this would have happened.

The police offered him an escort to the hospital, someone, he had no idea who, had taken his phone and called Anthony, informing him of the situation as Benedict just watched on, like a zombie, he thought this all had to be a bad dream, he was going to wake up any second, he was just trapped in a nightmare but as he was put into the car and taken to the hospital, as he felt Kate, Anthony and then their mother’s arms around him in the hospital, he knew it wasn’t a bad dream.

He was stuck in a living nightmare.

Sophie had lost a lot of blood, there had been significant trauma to her spleen, other parts of her body, glass shards had embedded themselves into her skull, various fractures and she’d been rushed into surgery and all Benedict could do was wait.

He had no words, he was in shock. The nurses and doctors had given him something for it but still, until he was able to feel Sophie’s hand in his once more, until he knew she was going to be okay, he was sure he would never feel anything again.

He finally understood what his mother had gone through all those years ago when their father had died.

The way she was catatonic. The way she just couldn’t move.

She was the only person who could understand what he was going through now, waiting to find out if she was okay, if she was going to make it.

Benedict just sat in the waiting room, heart beating only for Sophie, each rhythmic thump, each beat begging her to keep fighting, to hold on.

If she died, he surely would as well, as from the moment he’d met her, their lives had been entwined. They had been best friends for years before they had finally realised that they were in love with one another, they were planning the rest of their lives together but now…

He had no idea if he was even going to get the rest of their lives.

Was this all he had been granted?

22 years…

21 years of friendship and a year of loving her like he’d never loved a person before and he would never love a person again.

True Soulmates were rare, he knew he had it in Sophie, she was the other half of his soul and with each passing hour, as the darkness of night finally crept in to match the darkness he felt in his heart, he felt himself dying.

Violet stayed with her son. She sent Kate and Anthony away, sent them home with their son, Kate was a month away from giving birth, she was exhausted and panicked. Violet promised to call them with any news.

Kate had kissed Benedict’s cheek, Anthony had hugged his brother and both said a prayer before they left. Benedict hadn’t even noticed.

It was nearly 3am when a familiar face came out, neither of them had any idea that Georgiana and Nicholas were on shift that night. Georgiana was one of the best trauma surgeons in the country and that, for the first time in nearly 12 hours, gave Benedict a small sense of relief and hope.

“Ben… Vi…” Georgiana started “i’m so sorry to have kept you so long, shall we go into a room to talk”

Benedict felt his stomach drop, he’d seen enough shows to know that never meant good news and he was like bambi on ice as his mother and his Aunt helped him up.

Nicholas was already waiting for them in the room, both of them looked exhausted but they knew that this was a surgery they couldn’t walk away from.

“Is… is everything okay?” Violet asked

“Given what she suffered, it’s a miracle she’s still alive. If that car had been going even a few miles per hour faster, she’d have not made it… she… she went into cardiac arrest twice on the table but we got her back… she’s… she’s… not in a good place. We’ve managed to repair the damaged kidney, removed her spleen and pinned her leg, she’s got a few broken ribs, a fractured skull, but the glass didn’t penetrate past the skin thankfully so provided the swelling goes does, we are hopeful there is no risk of Brain Injury but until she wakes up we won’t know…” Nicholas explained

“She lost a lot of blood, they managed to get some into her on the way over and we’ve got her on a drip, we’ll continue to give her blood and monitor her closely but it’s going to be a long road to recovery, if she recovers” Georgiana said as carefully and delicately as she could.

“If?” Benedict asked, his voice hoarse from underuse and quavering as he fought back tears

“It’s in her hands now, we’ve done all we can… we just have to… well wait” Georgiana said

Benedict felt the tears down his face “Can�� can I see her?” he asked

“You’ll have to change, we’ve got some scrubs but given the number of wounds we want to limit infection as best as possible so you have to scrub up before going in” Nicholas said to him.

It didn’t matter if he had to burn his flesh off to see her. He would do whatever it took, he had to see her, reassure himself that her heart was still beating, that he was there and he wasn’t going anywhere.

They may not have said their vows but it was in sickness and in health… until death would they part and even that, he wasn’t sure death would keep them apart. There was no him without her, and he had to tell her that.

He had to talk to her, let the sound of his voice bring him back to her like it did when she had a nightmare.

He nodded immediately and Georgiana took him to the Intensive Care Unit where he did as he was asked, he was disinfected to the point he was wondering if he was going to end up sterile before he donned scrubs, a mask, a hair net and little booties before being allowed in the room.

The sight nearly broke him.

Wires and tubes everywhere, the sound of the beep, beep, beep, of her heart beating was surprisingly reassuring, her beautiful face, covered in little scratches from the glass, bruises forming over the patches of skin he could see.

This beautiful girl had sacrificed herself for him and his nephew and he would never be able to thank her enough, he wanted to yell at her for being stupid, for risking herself but he knew that was Sophie, putting herself in danger to save others… she’d always been like that.

He made his way to the seat next to the bed, grateful they’d not asked him to wear gloves and he reached his hand out, taking her hand in his, it felt warm.

Warmer than he had been expecting and he knew that was a good sign, he felt the pulse in her wrist as he stared at her.

“Come back to me Soph… don’t leave me… I love you. Please…” he whispered into the room but he didn’t get a reply.

He didn’t expect it.

He knew now it was a waiting game.

Only time would tell, but he had hope in his heart and soul that she would come back to him.

As he repeated the same words over and over again “I love you… I love you… I love you”

#bridgerton #benophie #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #benedict x sophie #ash’s angsty prompts #ash’s angsty drabbles #if asked nicely I might write part 2 😂

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leparfumdesreves · 27 days

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AU FAIT, POURQUOI APPELLE-T-ON LE PREMIER AVRIL POISSON D'AVRIL ?

La journée du "Poisson d'Avril" n’est pas officiellement considérée comme un jour férié, mais est célébrée dans de nombreux pays.

La particularité du 1er avril, Poisson d’avril, c’est que c’est le jour pour faire des canulars et des farces aux autres...

Le but de ces blagues est d’apporter de l’embarras aux crédules !

Une superstition raconte que les blagues doivent être faites avant midi, après cette heure cela portera malheur à l’Auteur. Cette limitation, largement perdue, semble avoir été complotée par des parents et des enseignants irrités de manquer de répit dans la journée, et aussi en raison du fait que de nombreux canulars majeurs de l’histoire ont fait leur apparition l’après-midi.

Une autre superstition raconte que toute personne qui ne répond pas avec tolérance et amusement aux blagues qui lui sont faites, est également susceptible de souffrir de la mauvaise chance.

L’origine du "Poisson d'avril" n’est pas clairement connue, mais il est généralement admis qu’il est apparu à la suite de changements dans le système calendaire.

Les célébrations du "Nouvel An" commençaient généralement le 25 Mars et duraient une semaine, se terminant le 1er Avril.

En 1564, le roi de France Charles IX a ordonné un nouveau calendrier, le calendrier Grégorien, pour remplacer l’ancien calendrier Julien.

Le nouveau calendrier célèbre le nouvel an le 1er janvier.

Cette année-là, la France adopte le calendrier réformé et décale le jour de l’an au 1er janvier.

Selon une explication populaire, beaucoup de gens ont refusé d’accepter la nouvelle date, ou ne l’ont même pas su , et ont continué à célébrer le nouvel an le 1er Avril.

D’autres personnes ont commencé à se moquer de ces traditionalistes, leur offrant de faux cadeaux ou leur faisant des blagues ! Finalement, la pratique s’est répandue dans toute l’Europe...

#1eravril

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desviesennoiretblanc · 5 months

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« Et le soleil s'endormit sur l'Adriatique », tel est le titre de l'œuvre exposée, en mars 1910, au 26ème Salon des indépendants. L'auteur de ce magnifique tableau se nomme Joachim-Raphaël Boronali. Et celui-ci est un âne, au sens propre du terme. C'est en effet l'âne Lolo, appartenant au tenancier du cabaret Le Lapin Agile, qui a mis tout son talent à parfaire cette huile sur toile. Le futur écrivain Roland Dorgelès, méprisant quelque peu l'art moderne, eut l'idée de monter un canular afin de démontrer que n'importe quel âne était apte à devenir un peintre reconnu. Roland Dorgelès attacha ainsi un pinceau trempé de peinture à la queue de l'animal et, sous la surveillance de l'huissier maître Brionne, attendit que Lolo ait fini de peindre. Après l'exposition, Dorgelès fera part de la supercherie à la presse, constat d'huissier et photographie de l'âne peignant à l'appui.

Roland Dorgelès, de son vrai nom Roland Maurice Lecavelé, est né le 15 juin 1885, dans un maison située rue Vascosan, à Amiens. Il obtient le prix Fémina en 1919 pour son roman Les Croix de bois inspiré de son expérience de la Grande Guerre.

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manatearsetting · 9 months

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