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kat-theglitch · 2 years

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These boys belong to @sutimetravelau

#art #drawing #twoies #suttau #doodle #twoie #hero #hero steven #et #evil steven #420 #tattoos

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justjams2003 · 4 months

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Fast Pace- 12

Before we start, I'd just like to wish you all a very happy New Year! Know that there is plenty more to come from me in the coming year. And also thank you all for 420 followers (haha nice), I'm still in shock that people keep coming back and wants more. Believe it or not, this is the most active community and website I have ever written for and I'm so glad to have found Tumblr. Anyways enjoy xoxo

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', nudity, a garbage family, family trauma, disowning, tell me if I missed any

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae @hangmandruigandmav @therealone4r @keii134 @dark-night-sky-99 @jax-the-oregonian @hachrinnen

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Masterlist

Part 11~Part 13 (coming soon)

“Echanté de voi rencontre, Monsur.” Carlos is trying his best, but at the moment he is butchering your home-tongue. You can’t but be nervous, he however seems as calm as a cucumber about meeting your parents. He’s got the sunglasses on that you gave him. You can see from where your sitting, your initials carved into the side. “No, no, mon cher. Good try, but it’s Enchanté de vous rencontrer, Monsieur.”

He sighs, rubbing his face in his hands. He looks so much more relaxed already. He’s got short khaki’s on and a casual button up shirt. You’ve hired a more practical car for the week, one with a big trunk. You got your family lots of presents and might have overpacked a bit. Still not used to having such a big amount of money. But even still, you have the sunroof open, enjoying the county side air.

“I’m sorry, mi querida,” he shakes his head and rakes his fingers through his hair. You can’t help yourself, tucking the stray hairs that fray in the wind behind his ears. “I should’ve gotten a haircut before we came.” He sighs, but you can see that he enjoys your touch. “No, it is the perfect length, don’t change a thing about it.” He gives a side-eye but you can only laugh. “No, it’s in the way.”

You pout, “No, your hair is just long enough to...grab...” you mutter, taking a handful of hair and pulling on it ever so slightly. Surprisingly, a growl escapes his throat. The noise causes a warmth to spread through your body.

The sunlight hits his skin just beautifully, he looks like hot caramel. Something you want to drizzle into your mouth. You’re sure you could cook a steak on his sizzling skin.

“This is your home then?” He asks, while caring the bags. He refuses to let you carry a single one. You nod and then knock on the door. “It is a small house for 7 people, no?” He’s not wrong. “Oui, us three girls had to share a room and the boys shared a room.” He grimaces at your words, “Then one day we will have a big house.” You blush at his words and wrap your arms around his, all while subtly taking a photo.

The door opens, you only now realise how short your mom has gotten. Or maybe it really has been so long. “Ah, ma fille, tu viens enfin rendre visite à ta vieille mère. Cela fait si longtemps et enfin tu ramènes un homme à la maison!” She instantly starts rambling and then opens up her arms and gives Carlos a big hug. “N'es-tu pas si beau? Quel est votre nom et pourquoi êtes-vous avec ma fille?”

Carlos looks like a fish out of water. His face is entirly blank and he just seems to be nodding along. “Enchanté de vous rencontrer, Mademoiselle,” he stutters through the French, his Spanish accent still blatantly obvious. Your mother just frowns at his bad French. “He doesn’t speak French.” Her wide smile turns sour, “Pourquoi faire venir un homme inutile qui ne parle pas français?”

You sigh and then nudge him, “the presents,” you whisper. “Il s'appelle Carlos et il a apporté des cadeaux.” Now she really does smile as he holds up the presents. “Oui, come in, come in.” Like always, he allows you to walk in first.

“What did she say?” He asks to you in a whisper. You sigh and shake your head. “Nothing that you need to worry yourself about.” You give him a kiss on the cheek, trying to soothe his usually worry.

“Apportez-lui quelque chose à boire, je suis sûr qu'il est fatigué après son très long voyage.” You sigh, of course she asks that of you. As if you and him didn’t have the same trip. You turn to Carlos after he sat down along with your mother to open her present, that you picked out.

“Carlos, what would you like to drink?” He frowns and then stands up. He takes your arm and then leads you to the couch. “You must be tired, mi querido, it was a four-hour trip, I’m sure you are tired.” He leads you to sit down next to him, he pulls you into his side. Everything in you wants to cuddle into his side, but you can feel your mother’s judgemental eyes on you.

Instead, you shake your head, “My mother insists that I get you something to drink. You did drive after all.” You can see the tick in his jaw, clearly not happy with this. He smiles, forced clearly, “Please tell your mother I don’t need anything to drink.” You sigh and do just so and she replies with some comment insisting you do just that. Yes, you are exhausted but even still you stand and pour him a drink.

“Je vais lui montrer la chambre.” You grab him by the arm and pull him up towards your old bedroom. Quite ungracefully you fall on your childhood bed. He smirks, but his smile is quick to fall. “Mi dulce niña, does she always make you feel like this?” Carlos asks you give and exhausted laugh. “You don’t even know what she said,” you peak at him, and he pulls you into his lap.

He kisses your forehead, “Tell me," You sigh and rest you head on his shoulder. “When she met you, she went, ‘you’re so handsome why are you dating my daughter?’ And then she went, ‘you’re so stupid bringing a man that doesn’t even speak French.’ Then after that it was, ‘poor thing he’s so tired bring him something to drink.’ As if I wasn’t on the exact same trip as you!”

His jaw locks and his arms wrap tighter around you, “Does she always speak to you like that,” you sigh and sink deeper into his arms. “Why do you think I brought you with. Call you my armour,” you laugh, actually hiding behind his arms. He laughs, but it’s the same type of awkward type, “Where is your dad, is he any better?”

You hum and then walk down the stairs again after taking your breather and then ask your Maman where your father is. “He is outside with your brother, working hard as always,” she says, still in French.

“Really, which one?” You ask, opening the back door, only to see your oldest brother chopping wood while your father carves the same wood right next to him. “Bér!” You call out and once he sees you, he smiles.

You walk into the back fields, Carlos trailing behind you and when you do finally meet your brother, he gives you a warm hug. “Finally, back in your own country,” he comments, and you can’t help but furrow your brows. “What do you mean?” You ask, you haven’t told anyone about anything. “You think I haven’t noticed? I am not like Mama and Papa who do not own a phone and use the library’s computer to email you.”

You frown and watch his eyes. They’re train on Carlos who seems to be struggling with the mud and his very expensive shoes. “Traveling the world with mister Armani,” he teases you like always, and you can’t help but step on his shoes. “Enchanté, Monsieur.” Carlos holds out his hand and it makes you and your brother laugh out loud. “Don’t worry, race-man... I am not her father.” You jab your brother in the stomach.

“But he’s even worse.” He groans and then begins complaining in French but you’re quick to stop him. “Connard, you know Carlos doesn’t speak French, clearly, you’ve been stalking him. So don’t be an ass,” Bérenger sighs at your words and then translates for Carlos.

“I was just saying that I you see in your fancy Ferrari and your expensive shoes, no one in the family can understand someone like you being with a dull girl like her.” He shrugs and you both laugh, it’s the way you talk as siblings.

Even so, Carlos’ expression turns sour. “He much more than that Bérenger, now, play nice.” Before you turn to leave to say hello to your father, you ask your brother one last thing. This time in French, because you’d rather not have Carlos know just yet. “How is Papa today?” You brother hesitates, knowing exactly what you’re talking about. “He’s there, like before, no confusion yet today.”

You nod and make your way over. “Bonjour Papa, I’ve come to visit.” Your father looks up to you, his eyes clear. Not that his personality has changed much, he replies in a gruff tone. “Who’s the boy?” His eyes are like daggers on Carlos.

“He’s my boyfriend,” your dad rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sure. And for how long is he going to put up with you?” You laugh, like always keeping the peace. “I’m not some terrible burden. At least, not in his eyes.”

Like always he just replies with a scoff.

Before long, you’re washing dishes after dinner. “Mi paloma, please tell your mother the dinner was delicious.” You can feel his big strong arms wrap around your waist. You’re sure he's feeling a bit alone. It’s only been you and your brother here who can even speak English.

You smile, “Thank you, Carlos, but she didn’t make it.” It’s the truth, the whole evening Bérenger and Carlos chopped wood, all while you have to take care of your mother’s ever whim, like always.

It doesn’t bother you; it’s always been like this. But you can tell it’s getting to Carlos. “No wonder I liked it so much, it’s your cooking. But, mi dulce niña, you barely ate, aren’t you hungry?” He caresses yours even as you continue washing. “Thank you, Carlos, it’s nice hearing some positive words after that dinner.” He sighs, burrowing his face on the crook of your neck.

“You’re avoiding my question.” He places small kisses here and there. “It’s not in the diet plan,” it’s an excuse, your mother had been commenting on your weight all evening. Yes, it’s true you’d gained weight, but you’d been working out and most of it is muscle. But her words are sharp, and the thoughts are springing up. If it makes her happy, better so. He does his usual noise when he’s unhappy when something.

“Tomorrow I’ll cook dinner,” you gasp, turning to him, his words have caused delight in you. “I’d like to see that,” his brows furrow but a smug look is on his face. “What? You don’t think I can?” In your mind, yes, he has a difficult life, but that’s just stress. He has personal chefs and personal trainers and likely his father had too. Not way did he ever learn to cook. “No, not at all.”

You cross your arms, and he just laughs. “Fine then, I'll show you. You can even post it on your Instagram.” This sparks joy, you love seeing people’s reactions to you and him.

So far, they’ve been nothing but positive. In these short three weeks you’ve gotten 50k new followers. If they’re there for you or Carlos, doesn’t matter to you. You’ll give them what they want either way.

“You mean it?” Your hands reach up and take hold of his shirt. “Only if you eat,” and with that you bite your lip and nod. “Okay, you’ve got yourself a deal.” He sighs, takes a drying rag and begins helping you by putting away the dishes. “Oh Carlos! Ne perdez pas votre temps avec la vaisselle, Y/N la fera. Laisse-moi te montrer ses photos de bébé.”

You sigh, leaning your head against his chest. “Oh no,” his brows furrow pulling you away to see what the matter is. “She wants to show you my baby pictures.” A deep laugh escapes his chest. “Mi querida, I’d love to help you finish this, but I can’t miss that.” You laugh but do allow him to see little you.

“What colour are you choosing?” You ask your mother, watching as she scans through the different nail polishes. Like expect she chooses a toned-down pink, she rarely does her nails but when she does, it’s always that same colour. “Why don’t you choose something different? Look I’m going with this black with gold shimmer. We’re somewhere nice, don’t you want to use the opportunity?”

Your mother just looks at you over her glasses. “And why is that?” It’s already Thursday, the week had been going by slower than you expected it would and only made you realise why you visit so little.

The only good thing so far has been your father’s awareness, he’s had a few moments of unclarity these past few months. Even so, just like growing up, he doesn’t exactly stand up for you against your mother’s badgering.

Like always, it's just the usual gruff short replies and relative quietness. Carlos, however, has been nothing but kind. The dinner he cooked was amazing, the fans swooned in your comments. At night he’d hold you tight and whisper sweet nothings. All about how beautiful you are and how you’re perfect as is. It helps, yes, but nothing compares to motherly love. You do everything you can, but still don’t feel like enough.

“Ah, Mama, don’t be like that.” After that, she continues about the gossip of the town and the lives of your siblings. That is of course until you’re sitting at the dinner table again. Enjoying the food Carlos has crafted to fit both of your diets, showing him your nails. He loves them and makes sure to kiss your knuckles.

That is, until your mother interrupts your bliss. “Y/N, what did you say Carlos does?” You bite the inside of your cheek. “He is a Formula one driver.” You mutter, trying to hide yourself behind her sharp glare. “And are you still a chef?” You swallow your food; you’ve been avoiding this question for as long as possible. You shake your head, “No, Mama,” her bitter stare grows stronger.

“So, what is it that you do?” She raises her voice, now your father seems interested. “I am working on my modelling career.” Both your parents groan and gasp in raised tones. “This again,” your brother mutters, he too has been harsh with you. “Why do you keep going on and on about this modelling. Ever since you were small. My daughter, you know I love you, but you aren’t like those pretty girls.”

Her words are like knifes; knifes reopening wounds you’d been working so hard to heal. Carlos takes your hand under the table. This whole time he’d been encouraging you to stand up for yourself. Convincing you that what they’re saying aren’t normal and that you shouldn’t tolerate it. You’ve tried persuading him or more yourself that she’s your mother and she does it out of love.

But she’s been ungrateful all week. As if she hasn’t been begging you to come home and talk to her. She comments on everything, your weight, your hair even your laugh. Saying you squeal like a pig, you tried to laugh less after that one. She hates her nails and all the presents you brought home. More than all, you’ve been dreading this happening. Hoping that it never would.

“No, Mama, I do not know that you love me,” she gasps and begins screaming even more. “How could you not know? I raised you. I fed you, clothed you, gave you the deposit to get your degree. Which you don’t even use now!” The anger over comes you and you rise from your chair. “Carlos will gladly pay back all that money if I was such a burden on you!”

The whole table goes eerily quiet. Soon it is interrupted by a scoff from your brother. “So what? He’s like your Sugar Daddy, right?” You take a moment to calm down, trying to decide if you’re going to say the truth. But they're your family. You should never lie to your family, right? “Yes,” you take his hand back into yours. You can see that he’s picked up his name and knows he’s being discussed.

“What is that, Bérenger?” Your mother asks, switching between you and your brother. “She fucks him for money. A glorified prostitute!” His words are harsh and spit flies as he screams. You know for a fact that if Carlos understood French, he’d be raging.

“Unbelievable!” Your mother gasps out and another raging fire starts in you. “What? Is it so unbelievable that someone could actually love me so much that they’d pay to see me?”

Years and years or anger and trauma, built up due to constant belittlement finally breaks through. “Why does it shock you all so much that he thinks I’m beautiful. That he thinks I’m more worth than all the riches in the world. You hate it that someone actually respects me, because you can’t knock me down anymore.”

Again, the table goes quiet before your brother speaks again. This time in English, clearly wanting Carlos to understand what he’s saying.

“He doesn’t respect you. He doesn’t care for you. And he most certainly doesn’t love you. He just wants to fuck you. And once he’s bored of you, he’ll take what he’s given and leave you with nothing.” Before you can curse out your brother, a sharp crack is heard. Your brother is on the floor, nursing a bloody nose. “Don’t you ever, ever talk to her like that ever again.”

You can hear your mother rambling on about her poor son and can only scoff at her reaction. “I’m not some city boy who doesn’t know how to throw a punch. You won’t believe how strong 6G’s of force make you.” Through all the commotion, there is a muttering that can be heard. Listening carefully, it is your father. “Get out, get out,” he repeats over and over.

You bow your head down low, right by his ear but just shake off his words. This irritates him and he too raises his voice. “Get out, you’re no daughter of mine.” You laugh at his words, “Don’t be silly, Papa, you must be having one of your episodes.” You go to rub his back, in your mind to soothe him but he grabs your wrist before he can.

“Hear me when I say this girl, because I am clear of mind when I do. While you are still whoring yourself out to this man, you are no daughter of mine.” The realisation hits you like a truck. So much so, that you stagger back, Carlos catching you as your head becomes dizzy. “Mi pequeña, what is the matter?” All you can do is shake your head.

“Come, Carlos, it seems that we are not welcome here.”

Just so p.s. me not translating the French and Spanish is for a reason. I'm not just being spiteful, it is part of the storytelling. If you want to get a good grade in fanfic reading (which is totally possible and a very normal thing to want) feel welcome to translate it 😉

Tag list is open, just ask!

#Fast Pace #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz smut #sugar daddy!carlos sainz x sugar baby!reader #sugar daddy!carlos sainz #sugar daddy!carlos sainz x reader #formula one #formula 1 #f1 #f 1 x reader

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mote-historie · 4 months

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George Barbier, Le Consellier des Dames, Robe et Manteau pour le Theatre (The Ladies' Advisor, Dress and Coat for the Theater), detail, Gazette du Bon Ton. Paris, March 1913.

Photo Sotheby's

One thing that distinguished the Gazette from other big fashion magazines like Les Modes, Harper's Bazaar or Vogue was the way it was distributed. The magazine, which was published ten times a year, required a subscription that cost about 100 francs a year (about $420 today), and issues could not be purchased without it. The significant cost combined with the exclusive selection of fashion designers and sketches printed on fine paper made it clear that the Gazette du Bon Ton was tailored to a wealthy readership. (x)

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cavernedeplaton · 7 months

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SERGE P.

ANTI-JOURNAL

Archives chronologiques de 2021 à 2023

Chronological archives from 2021 to 2023

420 pages de dessins-photographies-textes

420 pages of drawings-photographs-texts

Monotypes noir et blanc sur papier

Black and white monotypes on paper

Format 20X25cm, 2kg

#Serge P #livre #photography #art contemporain #archives #art daily #Anti-journal #serge pietri

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doriangray1789 · 4 months

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ŞU ANKİ ZAMCIKLAR

Asgari ücrete %49 zam …-> harika …?! evde kullandığım sınırsız internet paketi 140 TL den 420 TL ye, cep telefon operatörümden kullandığım platinium paketi 180 TL den 490 TL ye çıktı ( üstelik GB daha düşük ) ev alarm sistemi, TV paketleri vb hiç yazmayım… kaynak: bizzat ben ******* kırmızı et fiyatı Geçen yıla göre yüzde 152,1 oranında arttıSebze fiyat endeksindeki yıllık artış yüzde 81,74 oldu.2021 yılında elektriğe toplam % 21,90 zam yapılmıştı, 1 Eylül 2022 tarihinde yapılan %20'lik mesken, %30'luk işyeri ve %50'lik sanayi zamlarıyla birlikte 2022 yılında elektriğe yapılan toplam zam mesken düşük kademe için %136, mesken yüksek kademe için %184; iş yeri düşük kademe için %174, iş yeri yüksek kademe için %266 oldu, Kurul tarafından alınan 12108 sayılı karar 30 Eylül 2023 tarihli ve 32235 sayılıResmi Gazete sayısında yayımlandı. Kurum tarafından alınan karara göre 1 Ekim 2023 tarihinden itibaren sanayi, ticarethane ve tarım aboneleri tarafından kullanılacak elektrik tarifesine yüzde 20 zam yapıldı. Geçtiğimiz günlerde 110 liraya satılan yumurtanın fiyatının 124 liraya çıkarken, bir litre sütün fiyatı da 39 lirayı aştı. Etiketinde 37,5 lira yazan kesme şeker ise kasada 39 lira olarak görüldü. Tariş 5 lt naturel sızma zeytin yağı 2.500 TL nin üzerinde, yeşil biber yaklaşık 45 TL, kıl yeşil biber 74,90, domates 54,90 kabak 49,5 TL İstanbul Avrupa yakasında benzinin litresi 34.50 liraya, Ankara'da 35.17 liraya, İzmir'de 35.36 liraya, Adana'da 35.65 liraya, Bursa'da 35.25 liraya, Diyarbakır'da 35.85 liraya, Antalya'da ise 35.84 liraya çıktı. kaynak: ekonomi haberleri tüm yazılı görsel medya ( gerçi kaynak yazmaya gerek var mı? KAYNAK : ÇARŞI PAZARA MARKETE GİDİP YAŞAMAK İÇİN ORGANİZMAYI DOYURMAK ZORUNDA OLAN HERKES - ha bu arada sigara içiyorum arada bir iki tek attığımda oluyor onların fiyatlarını yazmadım, arabamın MTV sini KASKO sunu yazmadım ( yazsam dudak uçuklatır cinsten) .. neyseki evim kira DEĞİL… gelirim, yaptığım iş sebebiyle tamamen yabancı para üzerinden olmasına rağmen bunları yazma gereği duyduğuma göre biraz düşünmekte yarar var

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sutimetravelau · 4 months

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Every time someone asks me how I got into ROTTMNT or how I started out making comics.... I'm shoving a finger at your blog/pos

Anyways, ahem. Flynn! New question because I'm indecisive: which AU are you the most obsessed about? The Diamond Boys or OG? Aaaand if so the Diamond Boys, how would you say the other Diamonds (ie White, Blue, and Yellow) react to them? Also how does Hero see 420 and how does 420 see Hero?

Love love love what you do

hehehe thank you

OG for sure! Since it's what the blogs mainly about now and what I'm working on currently. However I still love the designs for the Diamond boys... maybe could redesign ET and Twoie tho..., hm,...

As for how the other Diamonds would react to them... hmmmMMM. If they learned that there were other diamonds it would certaintly shake their worldview. I don't think any of them would like that their position of power could be challenged. (I'm thinking post SU) Probably a lot of passive aggressiveness from White. Yellow would be kind of huffy and ignore at first but eventualyl come around to a few of them, probably Golden/Hero. Blue would chill with a couple of them probably after a while. But at first she's very... protective of her subjects etc. Like she's friendly but not trusting. But maybe she'd come around to a few and chill out. As long as they leave her and her subjects alone.

420 and Hero!!! Hmmm... This is a complex one, because their relationship develops over the series. But I'll try my best. I think Forest (420) is a little... disdainful of Hero? And also pitying? hard to explain. But he sees that Hero is always puffing himself up and being like 'ahaaa im so cool i know whats right etc etc' and Forest thinks thats kind of rude. But when Hero is cool!!! Forest likes him! When they can just hang out, they're all good. But when Hero once again let's his ego take over then Forest sort of steers clear for a while. Eventually Forest could recognize why Hero is doing what he's doing and sympathize. Hero sees Forest... as himself, but he's not using his full potential. Like Forest!!! Why are you not giving it your all? Come on! And it's not in like a mean way, more of just him trying to be encouraging but it's coming from the wrong place. But other than that he sees Forest as a funny dude and likes hanging with him occasionally.

Thanks for the ask ! ! !

#forest #hero

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rikkaruoho-lordi-420 · 5 days

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Tajusin vasta äsken että toi rikkaruoho sun nimessä on niinkun "weed". Aattelin että muuten vaan puhuit rikkaruohoista 💀💀

I've not had an original thought since birf :P

Tykkään kans siit ku enkun kieliset mutu-tutut saa selville et miun nimi onki weed-lord-420 mut vaa suomeks :D

en tiiä onko ne pettyneitä vai huvittuneita...

#se on käyny vaa kahesti but it's funny that it happened twice

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stephaniedola · 1 year

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still can't decide if im tryna hang with him today

ugh its not MY fault he wasnt clear about what day he was tryna chill. but i feel bad bc like he was clearly looking forward to seeing me as much as i was looking forward to seeing him but now we both just feel like idiots

but its like bruh i have plans. and im not trying to be disappointed AGAIN today. like mf i wanna see u so bad but also if u ruin my 4/20 i will mcfreakin lose it

#thots et al #'i dont need ur love i just need a friend'#and whatnot #i finished my half of the project thats due tomorrow during class which was the real main thing i needed to get done #and my ADHD is just not letting me be functional about statistics today #so fuck it we ball #its 420 biiiitch #ugh i messaged his ass again #worst case scenario we dont chill and i still have fun smokin up w my girl #but if we do link up even if just for a blunt #that would be something

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christophe76460 · 1 month

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👉 YESHOUA (Jesus) EST LA VRAIE PORTE.

Il est l’Agneau de Pessah qui a été immolé pour nous et l’ange de la mort est « passé outre » (Pessah) et il n’a pas touché les hébreux. .

👉 LA VRAIE FETE DE PAQUES EST SELON LE CALENDRIER JUIF.

👉 En 2023, la Pâque juive est célébrée à partir du Mercredi soir 5 Avril au Jeudi soir 13 Avril 2023 .

👉 Nous sommes dans la période de la vraie Fête de la Paque juive « Pessah ».

👉 La Fête de la Pâque dure 8 jours.

👉 En Egypte , le peuple d’Israël était esclave depuis plus de 420 ans .

La dernière nuit de leurs esclavages le sang des agneaux étaient appliqués sur les linteaux des portes des hébreux qui étaient esclaves en Égypte .

👉 Ce sang les a préservé de l’ange de la mort qui passé devant les maisons des hébreux.

👉 L’ange de la mort voyait le sang sur les linteaux des portes et il passait outre et les hébreux étaient protégés par le sang.

👉 Le lendemain était leur délivrance .

Pharaon les a laissé partir.

👉 Ce récit historique du peuple juif préfigure ce que Jésus allait accomplir pour nous lorsqu’il mourut à La Croix.

👉 Il y a 2000 ans Jesus a été crucifié et son sang a coulé pour vous libérer si vous l’acceptez comme votre Sauveur personnel .

👉 Lorsque Jésus est arrivé au Jourdain, Jean baptiste a prophétisé sur Jesus et a dit à voix haute :

👉 « Voici l’agneau de Dieu qui hôte le péché du monde, lui (Jésus) vous Baptisera (immergera) du Saint Esprit et du Feu de Dieu ».

👉 Jésus est notre Agneau de Pâques qui a été immolé sur La Croix pour nous préserver de l’ange de la mort.

Son sang a coulé pour nous purifier et nous libérer.

👉 Si vous demandez pardon pour vos péchés et acceptez Jesus comme votre Sauveur personnel , le sang de Jésus sera appliqué sur les linteaux de votre cœur pour vous pardonner, vous purifier, vous protéger et vous libérer de l’emprise de Satan (pharaon) sur votre vie.

👉 Vous pourrez sortir et être libérer de l’esprit d’Égypte pour partir vivre une nouvelle vie avec Jésus Christ.

Pharaon (Satan) sera obligé de vous libérer.

Célébrons Jesus notre « Pessah » notre protecteur et notre libérateur.

Pour huit jours, commence « Pessah » la Pâque juive.

👉 Actuellement Le peuple juif raconte en famille et en communauté le récit de la sortie d’Égypte et l’évocation des miracles qui s’y sont déroulés...

on lit la Haggada qui sont des textes anciens qui retrace l’histoire de l’Exode des Hébreux hors d’Égypte où ils étaient réduits en esclavage.

Tous les Israélites doivent rappeler et transmettre dans leurs familles le souvenir de la libération divine.

Célébrons en temps que croyants en Yeshoua (Jésus le Messie) cette fête qui parle de notre nouvelle naissance en Jesus christ qui nous a libéré de la mort spirituelle et de l’emprise du péché.

BONNE FÊTE DE PÂQUES

(Serge Fortunato)

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lesgenouxdanslegif · 15 days

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MAIS QUI ES-TU, JASMIN PARIS ?

Elle est devenue la reine en devenant la première femme à terminer la Barkley. Mais pas que.

• Jasmin est née à Manchester en novembre 1983. Il devait certainement faire froid et pleuvoir mais Jasmin s’en fichait pas mal.

• Elle est la fille de deux mathématiciens. Son papa, Jeffrey Bruce Paris, est connu pour ses travaux en logique, en particulier l’indécidabilité en arithmétique de Peano, le raisonnement incertain et la logique inductive. Tu peux prendre en Doliprane.

• À 11 ans, elle décide de devenir vétérinaire. C’est chose faite un paquet d’années plus tard. Impossible de vous donner le nombre de litres de cafés ingérés pour tenir le coup.

• À l’université, elle court 15 à 20 minutes par semaine. Puis tout bascule quand elle s’installe pour bosser.

• Elle enchaîne ensuite les dingueries. Quelques exemples : 2ème au scratch des 292 bornes de la Dragon’s Back Race en 2015, 3ème des mondiaux de Skyrunning, record de la mythique Bob Graham Round, 6ème de la course de quartier de Chamonix en 2016 et bien sûr 1ère au scratch de l’impitoyable Spine Race (420 bornes à prendre la flotte et manger de la nourriture Anglaise aux ravitos imagine le délire) en 2019.

• Sur cette boucherie de 2019, elle allaite d’ailleurs sa fille aux ravitos. Elle a deux enfants.

• Elle tente la Barkley en 2022 : 3 tours. Elle y retourne en 2023 : elle entame le 4ème tour. On se dit alors que Jasmin a plus de chances de terminer un puzzle de 100 000 pièces dans un pièce plongée dans l’obscurité que de venir à bout de la Barkley.

• Mars 2024 : le monument. Jasmin termine la Barkley 99 secondes avant la fin des 60 heures. « Je frissonne toujours de penser à ce dernier kilomètre » lâche Jasmin quelques jours après être revenu sur la planète Terre.

• Elle n’est pas sur Instagram. Elle n’aime pas qu’on lui parle de ses exploits.

• « Je n’ai plus besoin de me concentrer sur ce désir de le faire. Maintenant, je peux donner toute mon énergie aux autres ».

Yes : Jasmin est la reine.

Photo Howie Stern

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underthe-shadows · 26 days

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LES FAY —

Espèce la plus ancienne du Monde Connu, les Fay sont considéré·es comme les habitant·es originel·les de ce dernier. Iels auraient été créés par la Déesse Isthari, considérée comme l'Evanuri de la Lune et de la Magie. Créatures faites de magie pure, iels sont capables de manipuler la magie et de définir les lois du monde qui les entourent.

— GENERALITES

caractéristiques physiques — Les Fay se différencient des humains par leurs oreilles pointues, mais également par la présence d’ailes qu’iels sont capables de rétracter. Les Fay naissent avec leurs ailes présentes et apprennent en grandissant à les rétracter. Les ailes grandissent en même temps qu’iels vieillissent et sont un signe de l’âge de ces dernier·es.

longévité — De nombreux textes relatent la beauté figée dans le temps des êtres féériques et de l’immortalité dont iels étaient doté·es. Cette immortalité cependant, s’est éteinte il y a plusieurs siècles. Les Fay de la Cour Seelie possèdent une longévité similaire à celle des humains, pouvant vivre jusqu’à cent ans. Les Fay de la Cour Unseelie, elleux, sont le symbole même de cette légende d’antan. S’iels ne sont à proprement parlé pas immortels, iels peuvent vivre jusqu’à l’âge vénérable de 420 ans.

faceclaim & âges unseelie : De leur 0 à leurs 25 ans, les Unseelies vieillissent normalement et gardent l’apparence d’un·e adulte de 25 ans, jusqu’à leurs 80 ans. 80 ans à 120 ans : faceclaim entre 25 ans et 35 ans. 120 ans à 180 ans : faceclaim entre 35 ans et 45 ans. 180 ans à 240 ans : faceclaim entre 45 ans et 55 ans. 240 ans à 300 ans : faceclaim entre 55 ans et 65 ans. 300 ans à 360 ans : faceclaim entre 65 ans et 75 ans. 360 ans à 420 ans : faceclaim entre 75 ans et 85 ans.

reproduction — Les Fay ne sont fertiles que durant quatre semaines de l’année, généralement autour des équinoxes et solstices, lorsqu’iels atteignent leur maturité sexuelle. Si les Fay de chaque cour peuvent se reproduire avec des humains, les Seelies et les Unseelies semblent incapables de se reproduire entre elleux.

les cours — Les Fay sont séparé·es en deux cours, la Cour Seelie et la Cour Unseelie. Ces deux Cours dirigent chacune un territoire établi il y a plusieurs siècles. Les Seelies régissent le Royaume de Mythralis, tandis que les Unseelies régissent l’Empire de Vesperia. Il est à noter que les Seelies et les Unseelies ne formaient autrefois qu’une seule et même Cour, jusqu’à ce que les Fay se séparent des suites de la Guerre du Sang, il y a plus de huit siècles.

la magie — Les Fay sont capable de maîtriser la magie. Iels ne sont cependant capable que de contrôler un type de magie, nommé domaine qui se déclare durant leur enfance.

les faiblesses — S’iels sont fait de magie pure, les Fay ne sont pour autant pas indestructibles. Iels sont sujets à des maladies diverses et variées, généralement d’origines magiques ou surnaturelles. Selon qu’il s’agisse de Fay Seelie ou Unseelie, certaines de leurs faiblesses sont différentes. Les deux types de Fay ont cependant en commun le fait que la pratique de la magie est une chose épuisante, qui use leur énergie vitale. Cette énergie vitale s’amenuise selon la puissance des sortilèges et rituels qu’iels utilisent. De ce fait, les Fay doivent apprendre à maîtriser et contrôler la magie, et doivent constamment contrôler leur énergie.

langues — Les Fay parlent l’Ancien langage (la langue originelle du monde connu), mais également la langue commune.

patronymes — Les Fay possèdent des noms de familles qui finissent généralement par ar, nor, os, ys.

— LA COUR SEELIE

les particularités — Les Fay de la Cour Seelie se distinguent des Fay de la Cour Unseelie, par leurs ailes d’insectes, de couleurs différentes selon leur région d’origine. Les Fay de cette cour sont également affaiblis par la morelle noire, une plante qui inhibe la magie des Fay Seelies. Il s’agit d’un poison, qui a trop forte dose peut faire perdre définitivement la magie d’un·e Fay et mettre fin à ses jours. Leur corps est aussi fragile que celui d’un mortel.

territoire — Les Fay de la Cour Seelie vivent principalement au sein du royaume de Mythralis. Ce dernier est séparé en plusieurs régions, chacune sous la direction d’une Reine. Les couleur des ailes des Fay de la Cour Seelie est un signe indicateur de leur région d’origine : Bois d’Argent (D’un marron argenté), Désert des Etoiles (D’un blanc satiné), Montagnes de Givres (D’un blanc tacheté de noir), Archipel Astral (De verts et de turquoise), Îles Célestes (De bleus limpides ou abyssal), Marais de l’Eclipse (Translucides, reflétant myriades de couleurs), Plaines du Destin (Dans les tons lavandes et violets).

la magie de la cour seelie — Il existe cinq domaines de magie différents qui peuvent être pratiqués par les Fay de la Cour Seelie. Le Domaine de la Vie (guérison, nature, familiers), le Domaine Elémentaire (création et contrôle de certains éléments), le Domaine Mystique (télékinésie, divination), le Domaine d’Altération (modification magique des objets, des corps), le Domaine d’Abjuration (anti-magie, lumière)

relations avec les autres espèces — Les Fay de la Cour Seelie ont généralement de bonnes relations avec les humains. Iels ont rapidement acceptés ces derniers lors de leur arrivée dans le Monde Connu, leur ouvrant les portes du Royaume de Mythralis pour y habiter. Iels ont tentés de leur apprendre l’art de la magie, en vain. Pour autant, chaque être humain avait sa place parmi elleux, afin de faire grandir les deux espèces. Il y a peu cependant, des suites de la destruction du Conclave, les Fay de la Cour Seelie ont fermés leurs portes aux mortels et les ont chassés de leurs terres. Les relations entre les deux espèces commencent donc à s’effriter, de nombreux humains ayant été arrachés à leurs proches, leur foyer. Si certain·es Fay cautionnent les choix de leurs Reines d’avoir expulsé les humains, certain·es d’entre elleux étaient contre ce choix. Il est à noter que pour la grande majorité des humains vivant au sein de Vesperia, les Seelies sont considérés comme celleux à l’origine des horreurs du Monde Connu.

La Cour Seelie a toujours été dans l’acceptance des hybrides, qui ont existés chez elleux depuis le début de l’arrivée des humains. Iels ont eu le choix, de rester à Mythralis ou de quitter leurs terres.

Les relations entre les Seelies et Unseelies a cependant toujours été belliqueuse et les deux espèces pourtant parentes, se détestent plus que de mesure ce depuis la création de la Cour des Unseelies. Pour les Seelies, les Unseelies sont des êtres malveillants, des voleurs, des hérésies. Aucun Unseelie n’est accepté au sein de Mythralis.

— LA COUR UNSEELIE

les particularités — Les Fay de la Cour Unseelie possèdent des ailes à l’instar de leurs comparses Seelies. Ces dernières et ce indépendamment de leurs régions, ont la forme d’ailes de chauve-souris. Les Fay Unseelies possèdent également des canines tranchantes et acérées, qui leur permettent d’hameçonner leurs proies. En effet, les Fay de la Cour Unseelie, si iels peuvent se nourrir de denrées communes, doivent boire du sang pour regénérer leur magie et leur énergie. Sans apport de sang, les Unseelies semblent perdre toute nature féérique jusqu’à devenir des cadavres, ce qui leur a valut le surnom de “vampire”, dans la bouche des humains. Leurs sens, leurs réflexes mais également leur force sont surhumaines. Ce sont des prédateurs. Le bois de sorbier venant des bosquets sacrés, les empêchent d’utiliser leurs pouvoirs, mais plus encore peut leur être fatal. Pour cette raison, il n’existe plus aucun bosquet sacré au sein de Vesperia et des Terres Libres. Il est à noter que leur type de magie est héréditaire, au contraire des Seelies.

l’enansal din’ashiral — tw ; sacrifice humain Cérémonie propre aux Unseelies, l’Enansal Din’Ashiral, qui signifie Bénédiction du voyage vers la mort, est une cérémonie que tout Fay Unseelie pratique lorsqu’iel atteint l’âge de vingt-cinq ans. Elle représente le moment où l’Unseelie entre dans l’âge adulte et où son vieillissement ralentit. Il s’agit d’une cérémonie importante, plus encore que la naissance d’un nouveau né, ou la mort d’un individu. Cette cérémonie est pratiquée au sein d’un Temple de la Chantrie, entouré généralement de la famille et des proches de l’individu. L’Unseelie célébré se voit offrir un sacrifice humain, dont iel devra boire le sang jusqu’à la dernière goutte. De grandes festivités accompagnent également la cérémonie jusqu’à l’aube.

territoire — Les Fay de la Cour Unseelie vivent principalement au sein de l’Empire de Vesperia. Ce dernier est séparé en plusieurs régions, sous l’autorité de familles seigneuriales unseelies. Ces régions sont les suivantes : Narakashad, Hanazora, Nyumbani, Silva, Okeanos et Basarova. La capitale de l’Empire se trouve dans la région de Narakashad, à Kalipur.

la magie de la cour unseelie — Il existe cinq domaines de magie différents qui peuvent être pratiqués par les Fay de la Cour Unseelie. Le Domaine des Ombres (création et contrôle des ombres), le Domaine des Tempêtes (intangibilité, contrôle des intempéries), le Domaine de l’Âme (télépathie, contrôle mental), le Domaine des Horreurs (illusions, contrôle de la peur), le Domaine de la Mort (nécromancie, magie du sang).

relations avec les autres espèces — Les Fay de la Cour Unseelie et les humains tendent à avoir une relation paradoxale. Celleux qui placent leur foi dans la Chantrie considèrent les êtres féériques comme les enfants des Evanuris (les dieux), et placent en elleux leur foi, leur confiance et suivent aveuglement leurs préceptes et leur propagande. En vérité, nombre d’entre elleux, voient cependant clair dans le jeu des Fay et savent qu’ils se sont fait asservir par ces êtres à la magie infernale. Les Fay Unseelies, voient en elleux, du bétail. Une denrée qui se reproduit à la vitesse de l’éclair et qui permet des les sustenter elleux et leur magie. Rares sont les humains qui arrivent à faire fortune sur leurs terres, ou qui arrivent à gravir les échelons de la société. Leurs conditions de vie sont telles, qu’aujourd’hui plus que jamais, les Fay de la Cour Unseelie et les humains sont en parfaite opposition.

La Cour Unseelie n’a jamais été dans l’acceptance des hybrides, les Fay de cette Cour considérant que leur sang est bien trop précieux pour être dilué avec celui des humains. Pourtant, les hybrides d’Unseelie et de mortels existent. Considérés uniquement comme des bâtards par les Fay, iels se sont vus octroyer le titre de Champion·nes des Evanuris par les Humains et la Chantrie. La seule raison de leur existence est donc de protéger l'humanité et les Unseelies des créatures obscures en rejoignant le Cercle des Traqueurs. Pour autant, nombreux sont les Unseelies qui défient ces préceptes et pourchassent leurs bâtards pour mettre fin à leur existence avant qu'iels n'atteignent le Cercle.

Les relations entre les Unseelies et les Seelies sont belliqueuses, et les deux cours se détestent ouvertement. Si les Seelies voient en elleux des monstres, les Unseelies voient en leur cousin·es des êtres faibles et indignes de leur ascendance, qui serviraient bien plus à rejoindre les rangs de leur bétail. Si leur présence n’est pas interdite au sein de l’Empire de Vesperia, il est malgré tout interdit aux Fay Seelies de pratiquer la magie sur les terres Unseelies.

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percehaies · 4 months

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Sainte Geneviève, Vierge.

Geneviève naquit à Nanterre, près de Paris, vers l’an 420. Elle avait sept ans à peine, quand saint Germain d’Auxerre, de passage dans le village, remarqua la petite fille et l’invita à se consacrer à Dieu.

On attribue à sainte Geneviève de très nombreux miracles ; sa popularité grandissait de jour en jour dans la population parisienne. Lors des dangers de toutes sortes qui menaçaient la cité – invasion des Huns d’Attila, siège de Paris et famine – elle fut, par ses conseils et ses initiatives courageuses, la providence de tous les habitants. Son influence s’exerçait même sur le roi des Francs, Clovis, qui suivait souvent ses conseils. Geneviève mourut vers l’an 500, un 3 janvier. Son tombeau est resté l’objet du culte des Parisiens, qui la considèrent toujours comme leur patronne et recoururent souvent à elle dans les calamités publiques.

Jean Claude Rey, dans son livre "donnez-vous votre saint quotidien", (Credel) note que depuis la destruction des reliques de sainte Geneviève, Paris a été envahi en 1815, 1870, 1940.

Jamais, auparavant, il n'avait été envahi !

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