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sneakyblinders · 11 months

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superstition - modern!tommy shelby x ofc

A/N: hello! this is something i've had brewing in my mind for quite some time! Modern!Tommy Shelby x ofc, Amandine. Based in southeast Louisiana. (If you ever have the opportunity to go... please take it. It's one of the best places on earth.) If you're wanting some ambiance, or getting the vibe of the story... take a listen to this ambiance music on Youtube! warnings: language, cheating, sexual themes. not canon. an au.

1998–Southeast Louisiana

“You know what you’re getting yourself into, don’t you, Thomas?” Polly asked a pink cheeked teenage Tommy as he stumbled in the backdoor, tucking his shirt back into his pants.

He licked his lips, sweat running down his back. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“That girl, Tommy,” she paused. The ceiling fan whirred, kicking away the leftover smells from dinner. The heat. “Amandine,” Polly shuddered. “Her family is dangerous. Her grandmere is a seer, you know.”

Tommy nodded. He did know. “I love her, Pol,” he said, straightening his back.

Polly chuckled. “You’ll see what someone like Amandine Theiriot does with love.”

2011–Southeast Louisiana

The restaurant bustled. Dishwashers were running furiously, line cooks and waiters bickered over a particularly fussy patron. Amandine rolled her eyes. The heat was overwhelming. July in Louisiana was brutally unbearable, and a heatwave made going into the kitchen every day damn near impossible.

“Dine!” Gio, the sous chef called out to her. “Dine, there’s somebody here fer ya!”

Her eyes wandered tiredly to the man in the corner. Her man. “Tommy?” she breathed quietly. So quietly she wasn’t sure if anybody but herself heard her.

He didn’t smile at her. All joy was gone from his eyes. His lips were in a firm line, hands in his jean pockets, his military backpack slung over one shoulder. The kitchen staff moved out of Amandine’s way as she made her way to Tommy, moving in a trance-like pattern.

“You’re home?” she asked. He smelled like the bayou. Faintly like aftershave. Smoke and whiskey. He’d not come directly here.

“Here I stand,” he drawled, the deep baritone of his voice sending a chill down her spine like only he could.

“I waited,” she said gently as desire filled his eyes.

“I see,” he responded as she reached out to touch his cheek–touch a scar she hadn’t seen before. “Let’s go home, baby,” he said, her touch filling him with the deepest sense of belonging he’d felt in nearly eight years.

The staff mumbled under their breath as their head chef walked out for the night, dinner tickets be damned.

Amandine sensed a darkness in Tommy’s spirit. A darkness that wasn’t there before the war. Before Iraq. She guessed too many tours would do that to a person. Her heart felt heavy as he drove them through the windy southeast Louisiana streets, back to their once shared home. Before the war separated them. He didn’t speak. Neither did she.

The bayou, their home, was dark. There weren’t too many streetlights on these two lane roads leading them to their home. The home they’d purchased at eighteen and nineteen before the world went upside down.

Tommy drove his truck, the truck Amandine had been using the last seven years, up their gravel driveway, the motion sensor lights at the top of their home kicking on. It looked a little cleaner than when he had last seen it seven years ago.

The garage was the entire bottom floor, two flights of stairs leading to the house above. In the swamp, a house on stilts, or raised houses, are normal to aid in air circulation and prevent flood damage when the inevitable hurricanes blasted through the swamp. Tommy tiredly dragged his legs up the steps, Amandine following behind him.

He fumbled with his keys, finding the right one for the front door and unlocked it, shocked when he saw the difference in the house. “You fixed it up?”

She smiled softly. “Yeah,” she looked at him nervously. “Daddy and Grandpere and the boys helped. Thought you might like it,” she said.

He let his dusty backpack fall to the floor with a thud, closing and locking the door behind them before he pushed her up against the door, crashing his lips to hers.

It was a mess of clothes and sloppy kisses, but they made their way to the bedroom where they devoured one another.

The next morning they woke up next to each other for the first time in seven years. An uncomfortable silence had fallen between the two of them the night before, causing them to fall asleep with their backs to one another. Something had shifted–something had changed.

“So,” Amandine began the next morning, sun streaming in through the slats of the blinds. “Who was she?” she asked.

“Who was he?” Tommy asked, reaching for a cigarette on his nightstand.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me,” she said, sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard.

“Deal,” he said nonchalantly, exhaling smoke.

“Vincent Camponi,” she said. She could faintly see his jaw twitch in anger.

“Grace Burgess,” he said, mind wandering to the blond he fell in love with at war. The one who had almost cost him his life.

“Will you go to her?” Amandine asked.

“Can’t,” he said, not meeting her eyes. “The curse,” he exhaled. “The bond,” he said, holding up his palm, the faint scar from where they’d joined themselves together in Gypsy tradition so many years ago.

The curse he referred to, was also cast that night they made their vow. That if anything should separate them, they would be dually cursed for the rest of their days. Bad luck following. Their children would be cursed. Their families would be destined for doom. Their businesses would decline and their money would disappear.

“Where’s Della?” he asked to change the subject.

“With Mama and Daddy,” Amandine said.

“Let’s go get her. No sense in keeping us all apart for any longer than we have to, hm?” he said, stubbing out his cigarette and walking to the shower.

“Yeah,” Amandine said softly. “No sense in that.”

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby x ofc #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby x amandine #louisiana au #peaky fookin blinders #peakywomen #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #thomas shelby x oc #thomas shelby x ofc #thomas shelby #sneakyblinders #modern!tommy shelby #modern!tommyshelby x ofc

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hellishere7980 · 11 months

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IMW Chapter 3

Chapter art by danismilek

Isa-no, Marinette Dupain Cheng

30-7-XXX8

Isabella couldn't believe her eyes. Who the hell would just push an elderly old man as they're crossing the street? Not even Gothamites did that (unless there was some type of crime going around).

"Are you alright sir?" She asked the elderly man, helping him up and handing him his cane.

Yes, she was the daughter of a billionaire, but that didn't stop Grandpere Alfred from making sure she was shaped into a decent human being.

"Thank you, young lady." The elderly man replied, shakily getting up. "I'm terribly sorry for making you-"

"No problem at all sir." Isabella told him with a small smile. "If anything, it gave me a slight feel of home." WHAT? He reminded her of Alfred! Sue Her!

Isabella bid the old man goodbye, not realising the perplexed look on his face.

1-1-XXX8

Months passed by, it finally being September, Isa finally having adapted to her new home. But just as she started to adapt to her new life, another thing was hurdled her way.

College Françoise Dupont.

Her father insisted she attend this school, one of the few reminders that he had control over every aspect of her life.

Sighing, Isa made her way to school. She stared at the stairs that lead to the school, scoffing at the size of it. To be honest it looked like the size of the manor's library. That or perhaps Isa just forgot how the library truly was in size. Knowing that she had no other choice, Isa walked into the school and hunted for her class, looking at her timetable and at the numbers of the doors within the school. Something she quickly realised was that she was right. This school was small. Too small for her liking. She managed to find her class, located on the second floor of the building, a bit too close to the stairs if you asked her. Stepping into her classroom, she was met with several pairs of eyes. Ignoring them, Isa headed to the teacher, remembering everything she had researched before transferring to this school.

Caline Bustier - her main teacher and her teacher for French, literature, and poetry.

From what Isa could remember, Bustier is a supposed passionate teacher, eager to protect and nurture her students, hence why she has had the same class for the past several years. Apparently she begged the principal to let her keep teaching the same class year after year. While yes, it did show her love for her students, Isa took it as a sign of fear. Fear of not being able to teach another group of students that weren't the ones she had already taught before. Students that she knew how to control, not having to start from scratch to learn about their weaknesses and strengths. She feared failure, perhaps change.

"Hello, Miss Bustier. My name is Marinette-"

"So you're Marinette!" Miss Bustier interrupted, causing Marinette to narrow her eyes and scrunch her nose in annoyance. "I'm so glad to have you in our class! Please take a seat!"

Marinette simply stood there, looking at her class and then at Miss Bustier. "I can sit anywhere?"

"Pardon?" Miss Bustier asked, tilting her head a bit. That's when it hit her. "Oh! That's right! You've recently transferred from Gotha-"

"Can I or can I not?" Marinette asked impatiently.

"Y-Yes. You can sit anywhere you want." Miss Bustier stammered, watching Marinette choose the seat in the front towards her left.

Marinette proceeded to take out her notebook and go over her classes, taking mental notes on what supplies to buy and which she didn't. Everything was going swell, the class slowly filling in until a certain brat entered the class.

"Move aside! Your Queen is coming through." Chloé announces as Sabrina made sure that her path was clear.

Chloé Bourgeois, the daughter of Paris' mayor. Nothing but a spoiled brat from Marinette's research. As long as she steered away from Chloe, she was fine. With Chloé being the last person to enter, Miss Bustier started the class.

Hell. It was utter hell.

Marinette held the urge to drag her hands down her face at how boring French was. Despite already being 10 year olds, they were going over material that Marinette knew She covered when she was 7! Why was Miss Bustier still teaching this material?

After the lesson was over, Marinette left the classroom, heading to her next class. Hopefully she would be able to convince her gym teacher to get her into the fencing club. She needed to blow off some steam.

There went her chance at asking the teacher to join the fencing team. As soon as Marinette got to persuade the coach to teach her how to fence, a villain appeared, wrecking havoc with her...whatever it was she was using. Thanks to the attack, the students were sent home early, Marinette now in her room. She frowned as she paced around in her room, hating her situation.

There was a villain. In Paris. Where her father couldn't reach her. The irony. Marinette let out a dry chuckle, not believing this all.

"Father is across the ocean, there's a villain running loose in the streets and here I am! Missing the opportunity of a lifetime!"

But the universe just had to be against her.

As she slumped into her computer chair, she noticed the black box with an red emblem on the top of the hexagon shaped lid. Something screamed at her to leave it alone while a piece of her whispered to open it.

Prying the box open, Marinette watched as a red orb manifested in front of her, her eyes following it as it morphed into an odd creature. Making sure the creature was what emerged from the box, Marinette looked back down to the box, noticing a pair of earrings.

Ladybug themed earrings...o...okay...

"Hello!" The being spoke, Marinette quickly snapping from her trance. "I know this is all weird to you, but I can explain. My name is Tikki and I am a Kwami. To be more precise, the Kwami of creation."

Kwami of creation...that implies that there are others like this creature out there.

"Tikki...although I want to say that it's a pleasure to meet you, I know there's a reason behind you gracing me with your presence." Tikki nodded, handing Marinette over the earrings.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I need you to take down Stoneheart."

After Tikki laid down the groundwork on how her miraculous worked, Marinette got to work.

She managed to track down Stoneheart, surveying her actions before deciding on a plan to take down the...akuma? No, that was the name of the thing that possessed her classmate. Villain would be the better term.

"Get away from them!" someone shouted, Marinette looking to the direction of which the voice came from that was about to attack Stoneheart.

A blond boy cladded in black -black leather to be more precise- extended his staff to try and fling the 'villain' away from her new set of prey.

Sighing, Marinette sprung from her hiding spot and prevented the boy from hitting the 'villain,' earning a glare and a 'hey' from the boy.

"What were you thinking?" Marinette growled, crossing her arms.

"Well hello to you too." The boy said, eyeing Marinette's odd choice of wearing a black slit miniskirt and short black cape over her red skin tight bodysuit. "To think such a bossy-" the boy promptly shut up when Marinette glared at him.

"I'm going to forget what you just said if you answer my previous question. What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking of defeating the villain. Isn't that our job?" The boy asked in response.

"Yes, it's our job to-"

"Then let's go! The people-"

"Are you being serious right now?" Marinette dragged her hands over her face. "Are you telling me you haven't been trying to investigate the victim?"

When she saw the boy slowly shake his head, Marinette let out a heavy sigh.

"What? I see a villain, I quickly head over and fight them off. It's our job after all."

"Our job is to protect the people, but that doesn't mean we have to ruthlessly attack the victim or villain. Since we don't know the full capacity of their powers, we have to proceed cautiously. We also have to make sure they destroy as little property as possible." Marinette warned, the boy arching a brow. Just how much did he not realize? "We don't know if the damage they cause is permanent or not...we don't want innocent people to die, or do we?"

She watched as the boy's eyes widened, only then his role finally sinking in. Marinette watched as the boy looked down at his hands, trembling more as he kept staring at them.

"So what are we supposed to do?" The boy asked Marinette, looking at her with fear in his eyes.

"De-escalate the situation." Marinette said, only then realizing something. "What's your name?"

"Adri-"

"Not your actual name, you idiot! We mustn't know each other's identities under any circumstance!" Marinette warned. "So, what's your alias?" The boy hummed before he smiled.

"Call me Cat-um, no, Chat. Chat Noir. What about you?"

"Ladybug." Ladybug provided quickly, raising a brow when Chat Noir looked at her in...admiration? "What?"

"Your name. Have you been Ladybug for a while?"

"Nope. Been Ladybug for a few hours." The two were snapped from their conversation when they heard a scream nearby. "Come on Chat, we have a victim to help."

After an hour of trying to calm the victim down, but coming to no avail, the duo resorted to fighting the victim, finding her akuma to be trapped in a piece of paper tucked in his hand.

Ladybug stood below the Eiffel Tower.

"De-evilize." Ladybug said as she captured the akuma, purifying it with her yo-yo and then releasing it. "Miraculous Ladybug!" Ladybug shouted as she then threw her yo-yo in the air as Tikki had told her, watching as millions of ladybugs erupted from her tiny yo-yo and spread throughout Paris, fixing any damage and reversing the victim's effects on any person inflicted by the victim's power.

"That was amazing!" A girl shouted from across the police tape, Ladybug turning to see her classmate...or rather her seat 'buddy'. Alya is her name...if Marinette remembered correctly. "Say, can we know the name of the hero who just finished saving Paris?" Alya asked, smiling as she watched Ladybug approach her.

"The name's Ladybug. I'm just doing what I must to keep Paris safe." With those words, Ladybug ran off, using her yo-yo to lift herself onto a building and disappear into the distance.

#maribat #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #jason todd #marinette dupen chang #dick grayson #hellishere7980 #miraculous fanworks #miraculous incorrect quotes #miraculous lb #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #miraculous ladybug #bio!dad bruce wayne

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officalroyalsofpierreland · 10 months

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A Future Father's Day

Lion Hall, Sometime in the future

???: She's been in her room all weekend Louis...she won't listen to me when I tell her that she at least needs to join the family for meals while she's hurting... Louis [sighing]: You're usually better at this...I'm not good with all the..emotional stuff ???: It better not be cause it's girly Lou Louis: No no...it's cause you actually...have the vocabulary to articulate this...stuff... ???[teasing]: You were doing so well with the vocab.

Louis: Why won't she listen to you? ???: She thinks since you were my first love, that I don't understand. Louis: Well...I put you through the ringer and that was before the press got involved. ???: I'm just glad this is much quieter than your first break up.. Louis: Tell me about it...well...wish me luck ???: you can do this Lou. Remember, Yann is coming in 15 minutes to come get her for ice cream Louis: ahh, the magical cure for all heart break ??? [chuckles]: yes but she needs to at least...put on jeans and wipe the tear stains before then...it's summer time and the press will find them eventually...[muttering] the stalkers Louis: Aye aye captain. Anything else? ???: You should be good. Good luck babe.

[Door creeks open] Louis: Ella? Honey? Ella [sniffling]: Go away Papa. Louis: No can do Buttercup. Your Mama's got me on a mission to get you all tear stain free before Yann comes by once he's done with Grandpere. And we got 15 minutes. Ella [groaning]: Fine.. Louis: Come sit up here with me so I don't get dirt on your bed.

Louis: ...I heard that...he broke up with you... Ella: yup...over text message...A TEXT MESSAGE...i thought humanity was supposed to evolve but it seems like boys just..are stupid! Louis: well...that's very cowardly...not to mention boys at your age don't have a fully formed brain yet, ask your mama or Auntie MA, they got stories about me at that age [Ella giggles]..but one thing that is the bright side is, you dodged a bullet. The future empress doesn't need a coward at her side. She needs a lion. Ella: I know I know...Dadi, you, Mama, Grandma...you guys tell me all the time that Valois women are strong...but then why do I feel so weak and small?

Louis: cause you're building up your armor. the armor comes from facing trials...and you're facing your first big one, and I'm sorry that it hurts so much, but...you'll grow and now, you know what you don't want in a partner Ella: yeah...don't date an athelete Louis [chuckling]: don't write out a whole profession my dear...I believe at one point your Mama wrote off dating royalty and well...here we are. Ella: yeah but...Mama's always loved you. Did you always love her?

Louis: That my dear...has a very complicated answer. Ella: How? Isn't love simple? Easy like sunday morning? Louis [chuckling]: songwriters make it sound that way...but it's complicated...I guess...I've always loved your mama in some way...and that...she was always my true love and my person however, she wasn't my first love. Ella: Lenny's Mama?

Louis: Yep. Her Illustrious Majesty and I have a...complicated relationship. Though she made me recognize what falling in love is like and how the early stage is, our positions and where we were in life made any long term prospects imposible... Ella: Is that why Grandpere and Dadi made you two break up? Louis: Yep...I was..very immature and very young, Grandpere and Dadi had to step into protect me because the situation snowballed very quickly...but it was still a break up and a heartbreak...and it hurt yet that break up built the armor I needed to be strong and able to see that I truly loved your Mama this whole time. Look on the bright side Buttercup, you're already stronger than your old man was at your age Ella: Pappaa

Lenerd: Alright Squirt, I believe I have been summoned for an ice cream date? And frankly, after the meeting, I need some. Ella: LENNY! Lemme get changed! Thanks Papa. [Feet run across the floor and a door slams] Louis: ...how much did you hear Yann? Lenerd: A bit...

Louis: Are you...mad? Upset? Lenerd: No...not really...I guess I...understand you. Louis: You do? Thank Watcher you have inherited your mother's maturity. Lenerd: Well...her maturity in this regard. Louis: Sit with me....and let's talk.

Lenerd: So... Louis: You know that how your mother and I feel about each other doesn't weigh into how much we love you...though I admit, I wish some things happened differently but...we've done our best. Lenerd: And I thank you both for that...I don't know if I could've done what you did at the same age...and the fact that you have integrated me so well into your family....I do not have enough words to thank you Louis: it was the least I could do Yann...the very least... Lenerd:I've read that you always love people you fall for...it just...ebbs and flows...so, what- Louis: What happened to the love I've held for your mother? Lenerd: Yeah...especially cause...well...sometimes you guys... Louis[chuckling]: we were working out how to coparent Yann, give us some grace but...I have a healthy amount of respect for her. The part of my heart she has is very thankful for the time we had. It made me grow up and it gave me you.

[Closet door flings open]

Ella: Ready Lenny! Bye Papa! Louis: Get me some? Lenerd [chuckling]: No can do Pops...I've been told you aren't allowed any on strict orders of the Empress and more importantly, the Crown Princess. Louis [groaning]: Aw come on!

Featuring the ever handsome @funkyllama and I's Lenny

#officalroyalsofpierreland #future #collab #funkyllama #sim: louis

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xdamsel-deeznutsx · 2 months

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evan and jessa sourcemates please be my friend🙏

im a damsel fictionkin [VERY VERY HEAVILY QUESTIONING FICTIVE]

bodily 15 (16 in april)

i need more friends in general but im mainly looking for evans and jessas (ive seriously met not a single jessa sourcemate)

more bellow ×_×

if you do be my friend please tell me if im allowed to give you petnames and affection and complement you!

i talk alot to sourcemates especially ones that make me happy alot

im nonbinary i use any pronouns (preferably she/they/them)

im quite heavily sourcetied i even post about floods (but i keep forgetting)

i like talking about memories mostly happy ones

i will talk about fucking anything and everything with you

i side track alot

i have the same birthday as a jeff sourcemate and canon alex kralie

ill let you vent whenever and ill comfort you the best i can

triggers

talk of bad memories, the habit incedent, talk of death, jeff sending me to jail, negative stuff about my baby, jessie (her stans ruined my liking for her), my source family (perants, grandperants, siblings), my past (source and bodily), "hunger for meat", crying/screaming babies, the "corenthal files" or "corenthal" in general, drowning. (if i remember more ill add them)

idk what else to put here but my discord is x_damsel.deeznuts_x

my tiktok is x_w0rdz0fadamzel_x

my twitter is y0usEEthEw0rdz

#damsel emh #steph emh #fictionkin #slenderverse #otherkin #everymanhybrid #emh otherkin #slenderman #looking for sourcemates #stephanie emh #emh sourcemates #i love my sourcemates #questioning fictive #everymanhybrid fictionkin #fictive

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vykko · 10 months

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so i had my first dnd game on sunday.

and aside from being 1:30ish late bc of the oh so lovely

mum wanted to go to costoc after the thing

traffic

discord being an asshole and not working for vc on my phone or dino of an ipad for somereason

mum went to fix the water at my grandperants place

the real bbeg is fuckin shedulling

but moving on to the fun stuff

so this is my guy

my boy

my goober if you will, cyrus

also shout out to @cabinette who is an amazing DM

also like i really like enon, the wetest sadest baby girl of a man to exist

i'd gush but brain has stopped working :(

Great news brain is working

also more drawings

here is me coming up with ideas for him

doodles I did

Random drawing I made of kid him with context I’m too unbothered to give I made from 1-3am

#dnd #doodle #my character art

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iluvromance · 1 year

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Genuinely so intrigued by the story of grandpere and grandmere like. She never told him she loved him. He must have been the biggest simp in the world. What was their story, I need more details, if there was a prequel novel ever, I would devour it so fast. Grandpere really said he supports women’s rights but more importantly, he supports women’s wrongs, and yk what, so valid for tht, I wanna see the atrocities grandmere has committed

SO TRUE. I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT GRANDPERE IN GENERAL!!!!!

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the1975attheirverybest · 5 months

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I use black Friday for Christmas shopping so I've gotten my partner her gifts as well as grandperants (a weekend away in a cottage together) and I'm doing my mates stuff tommorow.

I also purchased a new bed spread for black Friday. I feel like an old man, using it for necessities and stuff

That’s really smart actually! Most stuff is on sale. At least online. Though is it just me or are the sales getting lamer every year? Like, I remember when I first moved out on my own in 2013, I used the sale to furnish my whole apartment cuz shit was like 70% off or whatever. Now???? 30% off. 30% is not Black Friday! That’s Labor Day sale or some shit. Very sad times man.

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satoriberry · 6 months

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ET ENCORE UN GROS FUCK YOU AUX CONTROLEURS DE TRANSPORT!!! une amende de 70 balles pour titre de transport invalide mes couilles!! en mode vos grandperes nont jamais fait pareil quand ils etaient jeunes et quils navaient pas de thune. vraiment les plus gros lechebottes du gouvernement et en plus PERSONNE VOUS AIME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#berry.rambles <3 #sorry needed to let that out #DO YOU PEOPLE COMPREHEND HOW ANNOYING AND INCONVEIENT THIS THIS TO? MENOIZOIJNOIN #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #IN AMERICAN THATS LIKE 75+ DOLLARS #ALL BECAUSE MY TRANSPORT ICKET WAS STAMPED ONE TOO MANY TIMES #BOOOOOOOOOO #im cute and im nice i dont need to have my savings buttfucked like this omg #yes i paid it myself never letting my mom assume the responsibility of her daughter's stupid actions #AND MY MOM IS BY MY SIDE!!!#she knows i did what i did #love her for that

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gvldntrbl · 8 months

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Jackson + Olivier @theartofruling

Location: Jousting Tournament, Kings Hill

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Whenever there were opportunities to participate in roughhousing, accepted public violence, and openings to volunteer - Olivier Benoit would most certainly be among those who raised their hands. A proud grin on his face, the hybrid dismounted their horse and removed his helmet. Not that he truly needed it but those were the rules. "Parrain," He greeted Jackson with a genuine smile as he bound up the stairs to where the Count sat.

Back in respectable street clothing, Olivier went to grab a blood bag, offered to him by a staff member as he passed them. "Did you see?" Jackson Gerard was, by far, the closest thing that he'd had to a father. Notwithstanding his Grandpere and Oncle Beau Alexander, respectfully. However, there were some things, along with certain topics, that Jackson was better suited for - when it came to Olivier than them. While he wanted to sank his fangs into the blood bag, the minor lord could almost hear the voices of his grandparents, as if they joined the pair, chiding him to use a straw instead. ...Begrudgingly, and with an expression of brief displeasure, he did.

"I'm surprised that I didn't see you out there." He began, turning briefly towards the tournament as it continued and then back to Jackson before finally plopping into the empty seat at his godfather's side. "Or your name on the volunteer list. Did you not want to join? You know you'd kill it." He paused, drinking some more blood as he looked around the shaded deck where they were seated. "Where's your faerie Princess? I didn't miss her, did I?"

#thread: jackson + olivier #t: olivier benoit #lmevent7

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kiefbowl · 7 days

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I miss my grandpere, I should have visited him again before he died. I think I might be in the general minority, but I actually really enjoyed talking to him even as his dementia worsened. idk, I guess I just found it easy to accept this was just a new stage of life for him, and not be frustrated when the conversation went loopy. if/when my own parents, I'm sure it will be harder. but he was so much more a silly billy as his mind changed, it was often hard to connect with him growing up because he could be very literal and serious. so, there was something enjoyable about hanging out with him and just letting him dictate the conversation and let it be a ride. it was actually more frustrating talking to him with other family members who couldn't help but be dour and tragic (which was understandable, just frustrating for me), which is why I didn't go the last time because I knew it was going to be a big family ordeal. I just wanted to say hey and sit with him alone.

anyway, I know it's hard if you're going through this right now, but if I can encourage you to try and treat them like they're normal but with a personality change, and not correct them when they say things wrong or misremember, you can still have a relationship with them and don't wait. visit them. I really really really wish I had made even more of an effort, and I think I did what I could and it's still hard wishing I had gone one last time.

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someotherheroes · 8 months

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EPISODE 65.1 NOW AVAILABLE

Hello hello

Getting out the replays of episodes 65.1 & .2 took a bit longer than we had hoped, thank you for your patience with us... but it is now available here on YouTube! (part 2 will drop tomorrow)

The Eternal court has agreed to allow Parshkikk's Chosen to petition them for aid, on the proviso they perform an act of service for the city of Nu Doan. But what is the act, and even though this counts as part of Eugene's Harrowing how deadly will this test be? Plus will Taletta and Grandper adopt Aisling?

We are back this Sunday with episode 66 3pm BST/4pm CEST live on Twitch, link in our bio... and why not throw us a follow while you are up there. :)

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poptartmochi · 1 year

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well my aunt stepped out of the ring but now I've been warned it will be a 1v1 match against grandpere later 😩

#i can take him. I'll even bring in his old weapon abt being an adult and having to face consequences 💖#i know his game 😮‍💨#sriracha.txt

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labelleperfumery · 5 months

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69-Year-Old Man Accused of Sexually Assaulting Teen at Nudist Colony in Minnesota

A 69-year-old man sexually assaulted a teenage girl at a Minnesota nudist colony over the summer … and he’s now facing criminal charges for his alleged perversions. Last week, Steven Wicklund appeared in an Anoka County court after he was… from TMZ.com https://www.tmz.com/2023/11/22/nudist-colony-teen-sexual-assault-grandperents-family-friendly-oakwood-club/

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christophe76460 · 6 months

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03-97 L'étoile de mer

https://soundcloud.com/jlgaillard/l-etoile-de-mer

Un matin, un petit garçon se promenait sur la plage déserte avec son grand-père. Ils entretenaient tous deux une conversation très enrichissante. Le petit garçon était particulièrement curieux de nature et posait plein de questions à son grand-père, doté d’une très grande sagesse. Toutes les deux minutes, le grand-père se penchait, ramassait quelque chose par terre qu’il rejetait aussitôt dans l’océan.

Intrigué, après la dixième fois, le petit garçon s’arrêta de marcher et demanda à son grand-père :

— Que fais-tu, grand-papa ?

— Je rejette les étoiles de mer dans l’océan.

— Pourquoi fais-tu cela, grand-papa ?

— Vois-tu, mon petit-fils, c’est la marée basse, et toutes ces étoiles de mer ont échoué sur la plage. Si je ne les rejette pas à la mer, elles vont mourir parce que dans quelques heures elles sécheront sous les rayons chauds du soleil.

— Je comprends, a répliqué le petit garçon, mais grand-papa, il doit y avoir des milliers d’étoiles de mer sur cette plage, tu ne peux pas toutes les sauver. Il y en a tout simplement trop. Et de plus, grand-papa, le même phénomène se produit probablement à l’instant même partout sur des milliers de plages à travers le monde. Ne vois-tu pas, grand-papa, que tu ne peux rien y changer ?

Le grand-père sourit et se pencha, il ramassa une autre étoile de mer. En la jetant à la mer, il répondit ceci à son petit-fils :

« Tu as peut-être raison, mon garçon, mais ça change tout pour celle-là ! »

A l’instar du grand-père de cette histoire, vous ne pourrez peut-être pas changer le monde à vous seul, mais vous pouvez très certainement faire une différence dans la vie des gens autour de vous, une personne à la fois.

Dans cent ans, l’argent que vous aurez laissé dans votre compte en banque n’aura probablement aucune importance, ni le genre de maison que vous habitiez ou encore moins la marque de la voiture que vous conduisiez… Mais ce qui pourrait toutefois faire la différence dans notre monde, c’est à quel point vous avez été important dans la vie d’un enfant.

#etoile #mer #plage #garcon #sagesse #ocean #changerlemonde #difference #grandpere #compte

Jean-Louis Gaillard

www.365histoires.com

www.jlgaillard.fr

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