#livre: daisy

[emissaire]

is it hot in here? - jjk men x reader (part i)

based off of these headcanons i wrote almost 3 years ago lmao

warnings/tags: crack, fluff, mature language, housemates! geto, gojo, nanami, choso & sukuna, neighbor! toji, implied reverse harem, mature language, mushy nicknames given to the reader because i absolutely refuse to use “y/n” lmao, a slight slice of life ig, half of em have beef w/ little megumi, nanami is the only normal person in the house, talks abt food // wc: 3.5k // lmk if i missed anything!

It's hard being a college student, barely thriving in an environment filled with stressful deadlines you need to meet, sleepless nights just to maintain your GPA, things that need to be done each week and to top it all off, working as a bookstore clerk in your free time to help shoulder a bit of your student loans and everyday expenses. To say it simply, life is hectic. The odds seemed to be stacked against you as things appear to be getting even worse when you received an eviction notice from your landlord, giving you just a week to find a new place to stay.

On day five, you were fortunate enough to find an affordable and decent place that is a 20-minute drive away from your university. Though you find it a little suspicious since the rent is fairly cheap and it isn’t exactly an apartment complex but a house shared by five other people, you decided, screw it. You're desperate, certainly you don't want to be homeless? Besides, the place is neat and plenty huge. What's there to complain about?

Thursday morning, after a few back-and-forth texts with your manager at the book shop, begging him to let you off, you managed to haul most of your things to your new place with the help of your ever-gracious friend, Aoi. By the time you manage to get all of your things in your designated room, the other occupants are still nowhere in sight. You feel somehow comforted by that fact, still bothered by feeling like an intruder.

Weariness slowly seeps into your bones and without much fight, you let sleep consume you, laying down on the barely set-up bed in the middle of your disorganized space without any heed to the mess of boxes littered on the floor and the wide opened door of your bedroom.

It's eerily quiet. Kento notes as he pushes the front door open with a sturdy hand, Choso and Suguru in tow. They're all exhausted from the chaotic buzz of the outside world, their shoulders finally loosening in relaxation at the familiar interior of their shared home.

"Oh— our new housemate should be here by now, correct?" Suguru breaks the silence, eyeing the place in search of a new face although he's only met by empty and unknowing stares. There is no sound of boxes being moved around, not even thuds of feet against the floorboards to indicate someone’s presence in the house aside from theirs.

"Maybe they postponed the move?" Choso offers, barely caring about his friend's concern as he struts to his own room so he can finally rest. Though his footsteps halt as soon as his eyes catch the sight of the supposed empty room— oh, someone's here.

"In here." He calls to the other two and within seconds, three pairs of eyes are prying into your room, one judgingly and two out of amusement.

"It's a girl." Kento speaks, eyes sweeping the entire space with both concern and a hint of astonishment at the cluttered boxes. How can she sleep with all that mess?

"Indeed." Suguru's face is embellished with a smile that he fails to contain. Choso could only elbow him in a scolding manner. The former, seemingly taking after a certain white-haired man's antics, dramatically howls and falls forward, slumping against his blond friend's back while he clutches his side.

"Get off!" Kento chides, shrugging the other male off of him.

You have always been a light sleeper, even the tiniest sound could wake you up from a good slumber. It's no wonder you're getting roused out of sleep by the ruckus made by the three individuals standing just outside of your bedroom door. It takes you a minute to realize though, blinking at them in confusion before scrambling up to your feet to greet them in your haze.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry for the mess! I'm the new tenant, it's so nice to meet you guys, finally!" You bow your head a bit in greeting, flashing the three a sheepish smile.

"It's no problem. You've only arrived, the mess is inevitable." The long-haired man says kindly, his eyes crinkled as he offers you a charming smile. "I'm Suguru, by the way. This is Kento," he gestures to the blond man who is already looking at you, a small yet amiable smile on his face too, "and Choso." Said man makes a saluting gesture to greet you.

You quickly introduce yourself, albeit a little timid. Being in the presence of three good looking men sure would make anyone almost melt on sight.

"Do you need help with unpacking?" Choso offers gently, the three of them waiting for your answer. Though you quickly turn it down politely, not wanting to be a bother on your first day here. Besides, the three of them probably have things to do, like resting. Kento stifles a yawn while Suguru’s eyes look sluggish while he leans on the equally tired-looking Choso.

"Well, okay. If you need any assistance, you can call us. Choso's room is right beside yours, mine and Suguru's are upstairs." Kento tells you and there's something about the way he sounds so caring despite only meeting you that makes you heat up and giddy.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, guys." With that, they leave you to your own devices so you can start unpacking and cleaning up.

It takes about an hour or two of silence before a tall figure blocks your door, 6 or something feet tall hovering in your room like a nosy child. "Hey there!"

"Hello?" You greet him back despite the confusion, watching him step over unopened boxes and check the things you've managed to set up in your room. He reminds you of a curious dog, sniffing around the space in interest.

Once he deems it enough snooping, the man strides over to you, looming over your frame as he looks at you through the sunglasses perched perfectly atop his nose bridge. "Satoru. It's nice to finally meet you." He says your name after his greeting and you look at him questioningly.

"Ahh, Suguru texted me about you." His stark white hair is distracting as you look up to meet his eyes and you can only nod in response.

"Get back here, you lunkhead!" A deep, agitated voice echoes in your room, coming from another tall (and another good-looking) man, stepping into your space, seemingly after someone though he immediately stops once he spots you in front of Satoru.

Sukuna's eyes flit along your body from head to toe before he acknowledges you with a friendly wave though the suggestive smile he has is anything but. He introduces himself with confidence, standing big and almost imposing despite being a head shorter than Satoru.

What is up with your housemates being obnoxiously attractive?

7 months. It took you 7 long months to get used to the presence of your housemates without getting all jumpy. Sure, you still get flustered when Choso pats your head so affectionately every time you thank him for buying snacks for you; you stutter when Suguru teases you about your bedhead with a pinch to your cheeks; you start rambling when Kento asks you about your day and he only smiles and listens to you; you feel all hot and bothered when Satoru presses himself up against you when you cook or even when Sukuna parades himself around the house half-naked like it's no one's business, but hey, it's still progress!

"Hey, earth to, darling!" Suguru waves a hand in front of your face once he notices you've been staring into the distance in the middle of your conversation.

"Huh? Sorry, what was it again?" You're certain that the tips of your ears are red from getting caught spacing off again. You don't want him to get the wrong idea and assume that you find him boring— as a matter of fact, he is far from boring.

Geto Suguru is nowhere near bland and basic. Him and his inky, long, black hair that cascades along his back so beautifully you're almost jealous of it. Suguru, with the way he's always so gentle with you despite his tendencies of being playful. It's all in good fun but he never takes it too far as to hurt you. Sometimes you can even share a good back-and-forth conversation about just anything and nothing, like you’re supposed to be doing now, if he's not out being stupid with Satoru. It's just that recently, you find yourself daydreaming about your roommates at the most inappropriate times of the day.

The latter only laughs, nudging your cheek with his knuckle affectionately before he shakes his head. "Forget about it. Let's just bother Choso to cook for us. What do you say?" You're certain that you and Suguru are going to be yelled at but you indulge him anyway.

Choso was distant during your first few months in the house, not wanting to make you uncomfortable by being all up in your space like two of his friends were (are? since it's an occurrence that is still happening at present time), namely Satoru and Sukuna. He's warmed up to you now, bringing you snacks that you mention to him in passing every time he gets back from university. He's so attentive and caring in his own way and you appreciate all that he is. A wonderful man with such a wonderful face, you could stare at him and admire the horizontal tattoo across his face all day.

"No, I'm not gonna cook for you. Bother someone else." You were halfway down the hall when Choso steps out of his room with a disapproving frown. You swear, he's got some weird telepathic sense.

"How'd you know? Dude." Suguru mutters, scratching the back of his neck in a sheepish manner before backtracking to the kitchen with his hands placed on your shoulders as you walk in front of him.

"Let's just order takeout or something." You suggest once you've made it back, hopping on the stool and leaning forward against the countertop. Suguru settles beside you, one of his arms is around your shoulders now, his other hand blindly fishing for his phone inside the pocket of his sweatpants.

“Chinese!” Satoru throws in his suggestion once he enters the kitchen, heading straight towards the fridge to grab himself another sweet treat— it’s his sixth one today. You wonder how he maintains his pearly white teeth. As far as you know he has never experienced a toothache in his entire life.

“Want some this time, pretty? Sugu?” Satoru offers, looking over his shoulder to see you and his best friend with a bright smile. The thing about Satoru, no matter how insufferable he and his sweet addiction can get, he’s always thoughtful in his own way. He likes to share things that he has, whether it’s as insignificant as a pen to his favorite mochi from an expensive brand. You figured it’s innate to him with how he was brought up with a silver spoon in his mouth— not having to think about the consequence of spending or losing material things since he can always get a replacement, and better. In a way, Suguru took part in humbling the Gojo heir but it’s really just Satoru through and through: annoying with no financial sense, but sweet nonetheless.

“Nooo, we had Chinese food the other day! And another no, thank you.” You huff, eyes scanning the food delivery app displayed in Suguru’s phone.

“I want something greasy.” The latter mutters, clicking on an infamous fast food logo, ignoring his best friend’s quips about his unhealthy obsession with oily chickens, undercooked potatoes and bland-tasting burgers. It sounds rich coming from him, considering he’s the one gobbling up an entire box of macarons from a shop with a foreign name.

“You three are so fucking noisy.” Leave it to Sukuna to make such bold entrances with his deep voice and colorful vocabulary.

“Lovely of you to join us. Tell these two to order Chinese food right now!” Satoru sounds so overjoyed, thinking he found himself a comrade in Sukuna but the latter only scrunches his face in irritation.

“Don’t tell me what to do, punk. I’ll beat you up.”

“Okay. Let’s just have pasta instead.” You decide to step in, knowing that Sukuna’s provocation will lead to an endless bickering with Satoru refusing to back down and Suguru being dragged into their childish argument. It’s an almost everyday thing and at first, you found it amusing but now you’re just tired of it.

Sukuna looks and acts like a brute most of the time. He speaks with this certain edge in his tone and it doesn’t help that he lacks the ability to filter his words. You were most intimidated by him before you got to know him better, what with all his tattoos and deep voice (though you’re not denying that it suits his bad boy charisma). You didn’t expect him either to look after you when you got sick on your fourth week living with them, of all people. He was like a mother hen yapping his head off about how you need to go easy on yourself, to get as much sleep as you need while feeding you— he’s a real big softie behind his sharp tongue and I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-you persona.

“Kento! You just got home?” Suguru’s question makes you look towards the blond male’s direction just outside of the kitchen’s entryway. This makes the two idiots stop bickering as well, choosing to focus on Kento instead.

“Yeah. I was at Yu’s house the whole day.” Kento answers simply before frowning at the sight of you guys crowding the kitchen. “Don’t tell me you can’t decide what to have for dinner again.” He added, now making his way towards you with a roll of his eyes, carrying bags of what seems to be…food? Oh, thank the heavens!

“Is that Chinese?” Satoru ignores the previous question, opting to take some of the bags from the younger male and place it on the counter in front of you and Suguru.

“It’s not. Mrs. Haibara made them.” Kento sighs, placing the rest of the bags beside the others.

“So, Japanese?” You supply, digging through one of the bags to see for yourself.

“Why does it matter? It’s food.” Sukuna rolls his eyes before yelling at Choso to come join you in the kitchen so all of you can eat together.

“I didn’t even say you could have them.” The blond says out of indignation though he doesn’t do anything to stop Satoru from stabbing one slice of the chicken katsu from the container with a chopstick which makes Suguru slap his hand and scold him.

“Thank you, Ken. Come sit with me, let’s eat.” You pat the other stool beside you, promptly kicking Sukuna’s ass (literally) away when he attempts to occupy it.

“Wench.” The tattooed man mumbles, rubbing his behind as he settles beside Satoru across the three of you. You don’t say anything back, deciding to assist Kento with his own food out of courtesy and gratitude for his timely intervention. It wasn't worth it to stir up another childish bickering over food, and you'd rather keep the peace.

“I already ate but thanks, sweetheart.” Kento murmurs next to you, watching as you fret over him with a fond smile. The thing about Kento is that despite being a man of few words, he’s loud in other aspects that shows how much he cares. Like the way he always remembers his “annoying” housemates and brings back food because he knows that none of you, except Choso and Suguru, are responsible enough to make healthy food on your own. He may not say it outrightly but he gets quite worried about all of you all the time, and as much as he hates to admit it, he’s taken the responsibility of parenting grown adults even if it takes a toll on him sometimes. He doesn’t mind it as much now as he used to, knowing you’re there to watch out for him in return.

“You all deaf or somethin’? Someone’s been knocking at the door for a while now!” Choso complains as he passes by the kitchen, trudging towards the front door with a scowl as his stomach grumbles in hunger.

The door is opened to reveal your next door neighbor’s kid, Megumi, looking wary and a little upset that it was Choso who opened the door for him. “Is Miss Sunshine here?”

The older man’s brows furrowed in confusion, trying to decipher who “Miss Sunshine” is before the familiarity of the nickname hits him, making him squint his eyes down at the kid. “That’s not her name.”

“Dad calls her that.” Megumi simply responds, frowning back at Choso.

Before the latter could say anything else though, your voice rings through the house as you ask Choso who was at the door. Your figure comes into view soon after, wanting to see who's holding your housemate back from his much desired dinner.

“Miss Sunshine!” You hear the cheerful voice of Megumi which makes you run to the front door with an excited smile.

“Megs! What are you doing here? Everything okay? Where’s your dad?” You crouch down to meet the boy’s eyes, shooing Choso away who you hear grumble under his breath about "brats" and "stealing attention” as he walks away but you choose to ignore him. He's still probably salty about the incident that involves his precious little cousin, Yuuji, who only wanted to play with the other boy when he visited rather than pay attention to his ever-longing “Choso nii-san”.

“Dad said he has to go to work. Can I stay with you until he comes back?” The boy asks, hopeful and big, doe eyes staring at you almost pleadingly— not that he needs to anyway.

Megumi is a sweet boy, raised by his father right even though sometimes, Toji makes questionable decisions like leaving his son alone at night without as much as a heads up to another responsible adult to look after the boy— like you. Not that you’re saying Toji needs to tell you about his whereabouts or whatever, but you’ve been Megumi’s babysitter since you’ve befriended his father. Even though he seems pretty independent, you still can't help but worry about him. After all, he is still a young kid and could easily get into trouble by himself. It would worry you greatly if you were to find out that he was hurt or worse while his father is away.

“Of course, baby. Come on in. Did you have anything for dinner yet?” You usher the boy inside, leading him to the kitchen where the others are. They immediately stop talking once they spot Megumi with you, hiding behind your figure with an inconspicuous glare directed at all of them.

“MEGUMI!” Satoru is the first to break the silence by yelling the boy’s name in glee and jumping off his seat to welcome your little visitor. Said visitor hurries to shield himself more behind you, clutching at your shirt as if it would save him from the impending doom that is Satoru. Megumi, on multiple occasions, has shown his dislike for the older man.

“Don’t bombard spiky urchin over there.” Suguru mumbles uncaringly, more focused on the food he’s currently eating. The nickname he and the others have picked for Megumi makes you roll your eyes, and you don’t miss the slight whine from the little boy behind you. He loathes that nickname so much.

“Come eat with us, Megumi.” Kento waves for the latter to join him and the rest, getting off his chair to give it to the boy.

“I already did. Thanks though.” Megumi sends the blond man a tiny smile, seemingly the only person he’s okay being around with. Out of all the men within the vicinity, Kento seems to be the only one who acts completely normal with the boy, aside from Suguru who mostly doesn’t care but sometimes joins in on the teasing with Satoru. Sukuna, on the other hand, tries to terrorize the little man whenever he can but his lighthearted intimidation seems to never work because Megumi doesn’t really care enough to pay attention to him— or to any of your housemates aside from Kento occasionally.

“Where’s your father, boy?” Sukuna asks, briefly looking up from the rectangular plastic container full of sushi he's hogged from the rest.

“Work.” Megumi plainly responds, not even bothering to look at the older guy but you can clearly see the annoyance gleaming on the boy’s face.

Oh. This is going to be a long night.

#livre: daisy #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #choso x reader #geto suguru #gojo satoru #choso kamo #sukuna ryomen #toji fushiguro #nanami kento jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo fluff #geto fluff #nanami fluff #toji fluff #choso fluff #sukuna fluff

[aforcedelire]

Daisy Jones & The Six, Taylor Jenkins Reid

Daisy Jones & The Six : un nom qui, encore aujourd'hui, déchaîne les foules et les passions. De leurs débuts dans des bars miteux jusqu'à leur flamboiement à la fin des années 70, ce roman retrace toute leur histoire, leurs secrets, leur ascension fulgurante et leurs plus grands succès. À travers des interviews des membres du groupe, mais aussi de leurs proches, on part sur les traces du groupe de rock le plus mythique des années 70 !

J’ai eu un peu de mal à rentrer dans ce roman, pour être honnête je crois que le côté interview et le nombre de personnages y était pour beaucoup. Mais une fois un peu plus familiarisée avec les personnages principaux, c’est allé comme sur des roulettes ! Et puis j’ai vraiment apprécié le fait de voir tous ces points de vue, toutes ces histoires personnelles.

Les personnages sont attachants, et très bien incarnés. Celui de Daisy Jones est magnétique ! Tout le monde l’adule, elle est attachante et en même temps par certains côtés tu as juste envie de la secouer parce que la vache qu’est-ce qu’elle peut être chiante ! Et ça vaut pareil pour Billy Dunne, le chanteur des Six. J’ai trouvé que leur dynamique fonctionnait bien. J’ai particulièrement aimé le personnage de Karen, la seule autre femme du groupe, au clavier, qui ne se laisse pas démonter et qui fait passer sa vie avant tout autre chose. Et plus j’y pense, plus je me dis que les quelques personnages féminins de ce roman (soyons honnête, la musique des 70’s était quand même un milieu bien bien masculin) en jettent. Entre Daisy, Karen et Camilla, les mecs du groupe n’ont qu’à bien se tenir, et les lecteurs aussi !

Enfin, ce côté interview est certes déroutant au début, mais finalement c’est super chouette, ça apporte vraiment un plus, j’avais vraiment l’impression d’être avec des amis perdus de vue depuis un bail qui me racontent les dernières nouvelles. Vivement la série, j’espère de tout cœur ne pas être déçue !

13/02/2023 - 19/02/2023

#livres #books #livre #book #littérature #littérature américaine #daisy jones and the six #taylor jenkins reid

[recapqsmp]

Mardi 26/09 - Fudge the Federation

Les joueurs ont découvert une nouvelle mécanique au spawn : désormais, il y a des portails qui mènent à des endroits de la carte (souvent à côté) mais pas toujours dans le même axe de rotation du joueur. Ainsi, Tubbo s'est retrouvé face à un couloir sombre en haut du titan, et en rentrant dedans, il a pu s'apercevoir devant lui. Les joueurs ont beaucoup joué avec cette mécanique, plusieurs portails apparaissant un peu partout sur la carte.

https://clips.twitch.tv/PlayfulMoistBillTheTarFu-ny55jZJlxFOWWOJW

Fit Philza Aypierre et Tubbo ont commencé a briser quelques règles avant l'arrivé de Forever. Ils se sont rendu dans les locaux de la fédération via la warplate à la gare, et ont découvert plein de gâteaux dans la salle de réunion. Ils ont placé plein de terre avec le lance-pierre. Tubbo a aussi découvert une image d'Hatsune Mike cachée. Tubbo a aussi montré à Philza la photo cachée de Tilin. Les joueurs ont fini par se faire téléporter hors des bureaux, et ont reçu un effet d'aveuglement pendant 10mn en punition. Philza a donc posé des Wither au spawn pour se venger.

Fit a entendu un bruit d'appareil photo, et lui et Tubbo ont remarqué quelqu'un en train de faire du trampoline chez Philza mais sans voir personne. Ils se demandent si ce n'est pas un signe de Tallulah ou Chayanne.

https://clips.twitch.tv/WanderingBlightedPepperNinjaGrumpy-DNPx2WJyVJqZaLDR

Cucurucho est allé voir Foolish pour lui proposer une mission spéciale : prendre des notes de toutes les infractions causées par les joueurs, prendre un maximum de preuve et les arrêter si besoin. Il peut décider d'employer quelqu'un avec lui si besoin, mais cette mission doit rester extrêmement confidentielle. Il a donc interrogé Tina qui passait par là pour voir si elle pourrait l'aider.

https://clips.twitch.tv/CallousFrozenStapleDatBoi-LW42C_Nk7hJnXvX2

Les joueurs ont remarqué du béton noir au niveau du titan. Foolish est donc allé voir au dragon, et une structure était apparu, avec un message de Leo lui demandant de venir la chercher car elle était perdue. Baghera est allé vérifier une nouvelle fois, mais toujours aucun signe de Pomme.

https://clips.twitch.tv/TallFunnySquirrelPMSTwin-Oxcm2cct37Rpe8Ms

Les joueurs ont continué à briser les règles une par une. Aypierre et Tubbo ont installé une foreuse sous la structure de Luzu. Etoiles a mis son armure en dark metal et a tué Tubbo avec son épée du Code. Certains joueurs n'arrivant pas a s'infiltrer dans la base de la fédération, Aypierre et Tubbo ont construit une grosse foreuse pour y accéder de nouveau. Ils ont ensuite fait un sitting à l'intérieur, en jouant des bruits de casserole.

En se baladant à l'intérieur, Tubbo a remarqué un bureau nommé "WA-02", le nom de code de Fred. Il est rentré dedans, et a trouvé un livre ainsi qu'une fleur renommée "Daisy from Tubbo". Le livre contenait un rapport sur les agissements de BadBoyHalo, Fred le trouvant extrêmement menaçant et potentiellement dangereux pour la fédération. Les joueurs se sont fait attaquer par des gardes et ont du fuir en panique. Tubbo a réussi a récupérer deux autres livres contenant des informations sur un travailleur de niveau B qui a disparu et a probablement été enlevé, ainsi que sur l'impact émotionnel que cela peut provoquer sur les autres travailleurs. Tubbo suppose que Badboy a enlevé le travailleur de rang B et veut en savoir plus.

https://clips.twitch.tv/GorgeousCheerfulQueleaYee-c8d1hmt3cBD3i7dn

Etoiles est allé dans le bureau de la fédération pour affronter les gardes et leur pistolets.

Fit avant de dormir a prévenu qu'il se connecterait 1h plus tard que d'habitude, mais qu'il ferait tout pour retrouver le nom de celui qui l'a envoyé sur cette île.

BadBoy a rejoint Baghera et lui annoncé qu'il avait quelque chose a lui montrer, qu'il avait fait quelque chose d'un peu borderline, qui pourrait rendre la fédération vraiment en colère, mais qu'il voulait d'abord qu'elle promette de ne rien dire à personne, ni d'interférer dans son plan. Baghera a accepté, et Badboy lui a montré Ron, le travailleur qu'il a capturé dans sa base.

https://clips.twitch.tv/RelievedOptimisticMeatloafSMOrc-iOxz5qKAiQaEONZ3

Baghera n'est pas très heureuse de ce qu'a fait BadBoy. Elle ne trahira pas Bad, mais a bien fait comprendre à Ron qu'elle souhaite l'aider. Elle en a profité pour poser quelques questions, comme si ils avaient des visages que les joueurs ne peuvent pas voir (Ron répondant "Je ne sais pas"). Ron ne passe pas un mauvais moment ici, car il n'a jamais eu de vie à lui auparavant. Il ne se souvient pas de grand chose avant d'avoir rejoint la fédération. Il ne veut faire de mal à personne, il veut simplement faire son boulot. Il n'en veut pas à Bad.

Tubbo et Forever les ont interrompus (sans découvrir l'endroit où Ron est capturé). Baghera souhaite revenir le lendemain pour s'occuper de Ron. Forever ne comprends pas pourquoi les deux lui cachent un truc alors qu'ils formaient un trio à l'époque. Tubbo Forever Baghera et Badboy se sont rendus au bureau du président pour expliquer tout ce qu'il avait trouvé. Tubbo a accusé Baghera d'être de mèche avec lui, Baghera lui a expliqué qu'elle se trouvait chez lui car elle souhaitait trainer avec Bad. Tubbo est persuadé que BadBoy a kidnappé un travailleur, et pendant que Forever et lui soient parti discuter entre eux, Tubbo a accusé Baghera d'être au courant de certaines choses lié à ça. Baghera a simplement dit qu'elle s'inquiétait juste des accusations publiques (surtout aussi grave) et que Bad était dans un sale état mental et qu'il avait surtout besoin d'aide.

https://www.twitch.tv/bagherajones/clip/AstuteFilthyMagpieHotPokket-6MtyzB0Kw4XMT3za

Bad et Bagh sont ensuite allés investiguer sur ces fameux rapports dans les bureaux de la fédération. Ils ont fait une copie des rapports pour comprendre ce qui s'était passé, et sont retournés au château de Baghera pour discuter un peu. Baghera comprends ce qu'il a fait, mais n'est absolument pas d'accord avec la manière. Il a assumé avoir fait ça car il se sentait très seul ces derniers jours et pour pouvoir sauver ses enfants. Baghera a dit qu'ils verraient demain comment se sortir de tout ça, car elle n'aimait vraiment pas mentir a ses amis, et qu'elle s'en voudrait si quelque chose de mal arrivait à Ron.

https://clips.twitch.tv/WonderfulPlainIguanaPunchTrees-3FcWF_o2eLEhSBDb

Forever a vu Bad, et lui a dit qu'il comptait monter un tribunal pour le juger, et qu'il espérait que le travailleur kidnappé n'avait pas a endurer la même chanson que Bad avait posé chez lui. Bad a décidé de lui montrer où il emprisonnait les travailleurs de la fédération. Il lui a montré une salle où il y avait la tête de Foolish avec un panneau marqué "Prisonnier #102", en lui disant qu'il comptait emprisonner Foolish pour lui poser des questions, mais que tout le monde passe son temps à l'interrompre dans cette quête. Forever ne le croit absolument pas.

https://clips.twitch.tv/EntertainingWimpyDunlinKreygasm-gfF9n-adwukBU2jE

Bad a ensuite rendu visite à Tubbo et Bagi, et a expliqué vouloir chercher s'il y a une taupe parmi les joueurs. Il a précisé que Forever était celui qui avait enfermé le plus de joueurs, car il l'a enfermé dans le musée. Il travaille aussi peut-être pour la fédération à cause de son travail de président. Ils ont ensuite demandé à Foolish de sauter dans une cage, et l'ont enfermé. Bad souhaite provoquer la fédération et se faire enfermer, il lui a donc demandé des conseils, et se sont dirigé vers les rails pour les faire exploser. Foolish a pris des photos pour avoir des preuves. Foolish a ensuite rempli son rapport et mis toutes les photos dans un album.

https://clips.twitch.tv/CuriousBoxyNeanderthalTBTacoRight-EJ2kTzN22NRfe2Mv

#qsmp #FoolishTheCop #LeCulEntreDeuxChaises

[morphaurora]

Pour mon premier billet, je voulais vous partager une lecture, une série et un album... Tout ça se résume à Daisy Jones and The Six de Taylor Jenkins Reid.

Un livre que j'ai découvert l'été dernier et que j'ai adoré parce qu'il parle tout simplement de musique, de Rock particulièrement. Le résumé:

"Daisy Jones and The Six... le groupe de rock le plus mythique de tous les temps. Leurs concerts remplissaient les stades aux quatre coins de la planète et ils ont enflammé les nuits de toute une génération. De leurs débuts dans les bars miteux d'un Sunset Strip écrasé de soleil californien à la gloire, leur histoire est celle d'une ascension fulgurante. De l'euphorie qui vient avec le succès, des excitants qu'on prend pour entretenir la magie des calmants qu'on avale pour essayer de dormir. C'est l'histoire du rock'n'roll. C'est aussi celle de Daisy Jones, l'icône ultime.

Mais le 12 juillet 1979, après le plus mémorable des concerts, le groupe a éclaté. Personne n'a jamais su pourquoi... Jusqu'à aujourd'hui

Musiciens, fans managers, amants, gardiens d'immeubles.. ils ont tous été les témoins de cette histoire... Mais quarante ans plus tard, chacun a sa propre version de la vérité."

J'ai aimé l'écriture de l'auteure Taylor Jenkins Reid l'histoire du groupe est racontée en forme d'interview, ce qui est facile et agréable à lire. De plus, vous retrouverez plein de références musicales des années 70, je me suis régalé à les écouter en lisant pour me plonger à cette époque. J'aime beaucoup le processus de création d'un groupe, d'une musique, de paroles, d'un album. Les difficultés qu'ils peuvent rencontrer et les joies du dur travail accompli.

Je peux dire que ce livre m'a tenu en haleine jusqu'à la fin. Et quand j'ai su qu'ils allaient l'adapter en série, j'étais en joie. Et j'avais surtout hâte de découvrir les chansons. Je vous mets ci-dessous celles que j'ai le plus aimées

Je suis d'autant plus impressionnée par l'actrice qui joue Daisy (Riley KEOUGH) Petite fille d'Elvis Presley, qui a pris des cours de guitare et de chants pour pouvoir assumer le rôle et j'adore sa voix.

Vous pouvez écouter l'album sur @spotify

Et regarder la série sur @primevideo

Enfin voilà que dire de plus... Oui à d'autres découvertes comme celle-ci!

Et toi, tu en as pensé quoi? Ou est-ce que tu as eu un coup de coeur et lequel?

#daisy jones and the six #taylor jenkins reid #reese witherspoon #music #rock #70s #book review #booklover #spotify #prime video #riley keough #series #morphaurora #review #aurora #honeycomb #suki waterhouse #camila morrone #editionscharleston #typhaineducellier #@cpibussiere #cpibussieres #Spotify

[leer-reading-lire]

Last read:

Title: Elle & Lui

Author: Marc Levy

Number of Pages: 373

Rating: ★★★★★

First published: 2015

Read: April 10, 2022 - April 21, 2022

Thoughts:

Je suis très heureuse d'avoir fini ce livre et dans quelques jours ! It's been a while since I last read a novel in French, so I'm glad I was able to read this book (and understand it).

The characters were engaging: I found the protagonists, Paul and Mia, charismatic (in my experience, that's not always the case in romance novels); their friends, Daisy and Cristoneli, were truly amusing! My favorite character was Paul. I liked his temperament, his honesty and his sense of humor. I enjoyed witnessing Mia's emotional journey.

Altought it was obvious that Paul and Mia had to fall in love at some point and presumably live happily ever after, I specially appreciated that they started off as friends. They had feelings for other people and had to figure out were they stood in those relationships. I think that permited them (this was clearly the author's intention) to truly be candid to one another.

I absolutely loved the plot twist regarding Kyong! And that later she wasn't depicted as the villain. Her struggles and story were fascinating.

Another aspect I found appealing were the constant allusions to the publishing world: writing, editing, translating, promoting, etc. 

The author made me laugh several times and who doesn't like that in a book? I will definitely read more of his novels.

#tbrbusterchallenge2022 #bookbanditchallenge #reading challenge #book review #mini book review #marc levy #elle et lui #elle & lui #livres #littérature #french literature #french books #leerreadinglire

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue March 15, 1963

By Yves Saint Laurent : Marie Lise Gres in a two-piece woven tweed dress that mixes shrimp and burgundy colors. The ample top is fitted high under the chest, its buttoned tab with three golden daisies, Sleeves here, narrow and round. With that, a baku melon, a silk scarf and gloves, all in cinnamon-colored tones. Tweed by Burg. Gloves by Kislav. Behind the crowd of faceless admirers rises the facade of the Paris Opera. (Excerpt from the book: William Klein - In and Out of Fashion)

Par Yves Saint Laurent : Marie Lise Gres en robe deux pièces en tweed natté qui mélange les couleurs crevette et bordeaux. Le haut ample est cintré haut sous la poitrine, sa patte boutonnée de trois marguerites dorées, Manches ici, étroites et rondes. Avec cela, un melon baku, une écharpe en soie et des gants, le tout dans des tons de couleur cannelle. Tweed par Burg. Gants par Kislav. Derrière la foule des admirateurs sans visage se dresse la façade de l'Opéra de Paris. (Extrait du livre : William Klein - In and Out of Fashion )

Photo William Klein vogue archive

#us vogue #march 1963 #fashion 60s #haute couture #french designer #french style #1963 #yves saint laurent #gants kislav #kislav gloves #tweed dress #robe en tweed #marie lise gres #opéra de paris #william klein #spring/summer #printemps/été #in and out of fashion

[kuriyamanyah]

∴ D O A Ç Ã O D E C A P A S ▹ flowers

Olá!! Tinha começado a fazer doações pelo Spirit, porém os jornais se foram (luto) e enrolei para fazer esse post, pois fiquei desanimada para doações. Por isso, decidi fazer doações menores de tempos em tempos, vamos torcer para dar certo.

Não tinha ideia de como montar esse post, então o layout foi inspirado nas doações da @binglio. Linda, perfeita, aesthetic ♡♡

Sigam-me os bons!

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1. É necessário seguir meu perfil no Spirit (Kuriyama_nyah). Como vou divulgar por lá, não vou colocar como obrigação me seguir no Tumblr, mas seria legal da sua parte.

2. Doação por ordem de chegada.

3. Não reedite minha capa nem retire os créditos.

4. Os créditos deverão ficar nas notas finais/iniciais do primeiro capítulo.

5. Sua fanfic deve estar de acordo com as regras do Spirit.

6. Prazo para a postagem: 90 dias (três meses).

7. Uso obrigatório da capa: 90 dias (três meses)

8. A capa será entregue após a fanfic ser concluída, pode me avisar por qualquer um dos contatos abaixo. Por experiências ruins que tive com outras doações, vou pedir uma prova de que a fanfic está realmente concluída, aceito só um print do arquivo mesmo. Mesmo assim, caso não seja postada no prazo, irei mandar três avisos para entender o que aconteceu; e, se não houver nenhuma justificativa, passarei a capa adiante.

9. Se ficou interessado em alguma capa do meu portfólio que não está nesta doação, fique a vontade para me mandar mensagem e verificar se está livre.

10. Contatos: Spirit | Tumblr

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▹ c a p a s c o m p l o t

▹ Whatever You Want

‣ Categoria: Jujutsu Kaisen

‣ Plot: Pelo amor de Yuuta, Rika estaria disposta a fazer qualquer coisa, mesmo que ele já tivesse entregado seu coração para outra pessoa.

‣ Inspiração: capa do desafio GardenSense, a flor escolhida foi o lírio do vale, que significa amor puro e não correspondido, pureza e lealdade. Música: For Your Love, Måneskin

‣ Modificações: adiciono user

‣ Irá pegar o plot? ( ) sim ( ) não

▹ Whishes

‣ Categoria: Jujutsu Kaisen

‣ Plot: “Embora boa parte dos humanos tenha esquecido dos conhecimentos mágicos e antigos — diminuindo a população jujutsu com o passar das décadas — os feitiços sempre se adaptaram aos novos tempos, mesmo quando a tecnologia domina as sociedades existentes. Em 2230, Gojo foi nomeada a nova seis olhos, um tipo de feiticeiro raro e perdido há séculos, ainda que suas técnicas mágicas e riqueza familiar a permitiram realizar quaisquer desejos mundanos. A noite, e apenas a noite, Gojo realizava desejos por um preço questionável, desrespeitando o significado do conhecimento ancestral. Quem a visse, não reconheceria a prodígio da família, tampouco a rara feiticeira dos seis olhos. Com o eclipse lunar se aproximando, a famosa Dama da Noite precisa escolher entre honrar seus olhos ou corromper-se com os desejos alheios, além de precisar lidar com a elite jujutsu e sua hierarquia ultrapassada.”

‣ Inspiração: capa do desafio GardenSense, a flor escolhida foi a dama-da-noite. Recebe esse nome por se abrir apenas no final da tarde ou a noite, exalando um forte e agradável aroma pelo ambiente. Também é conhecida como trabalhadora da noite e, segundo uma lenda, ela é capaz de realizar desejos se você fizer o pedido no momento em que ela estiver abrindo.

‣ Modificações: troco título por um do mesmo tamanho e adiciono user

‣ Irá pegar o plot? ( ) sim ( ) não

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▹ c a p a s

▹ Young Daisies

‣ Categoria: Jujutsu Kaisen

‣ Inspiração: capa para o desafio GardenSense. Margaridas: juventude, inocência, virgindade, afeto e sensibilidade.

‣ Modificações: troco título por um do mesmo tamanho e adiciono user

▹ Lost (doada)

‣ Categoria: Fairy Tail

‣ Inspiração: capa para o desafio GardenSense. Orquídeas:  luxúria, amor, desejo, perfeição.

‣ Modificações: adiciono user

‣ Doada para: ValentinaBlack

▹ Enough (doada)

‣ Categoria: Tokyo Revengers

‣ Inspiração: capa para o desafio GardenSnese. A proposta era montar um buquê: 1) estrelícia - alegria, beleza, sucesso, excelência, sorte e prosperidade; 2) violeta -  lealdade, modéstia, amor e sutileza, ainda que a cor simboliza o mundo metafísico; 3) índigofera - segundo o Hanakomon, representa a afeição; além disso, a cor índigo representa a intuição e consciência; 4) margarida - juventude, inocência, virgindade, afeto e sensibilidade.

‣ Modificações: adiciono user

‣ Doada para: ValentinaBlack

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∴ F O R M U L Á R I O ▹ garanta sua capa!

[eleznor]

caro leitor! você já conhece a princesa eleanor alexandra henrietta arundell? chegou ao meu conhecimento que ela tem vinte e dois anos, é natural de londres e está participando da sua primeira temporada. seu dote foi conquistado a partir de heranças e de seu título da nobreza, e muitos dizem que ela se parece com daisy edgar-jones. apesar de ser atenciosa e leal, já chegou aos ouvidos desta escritora que ela também é perfeccionista e insegura.

I. BREVE BIOGRAFIA.

crescer com expectativas provenientes de ser parte de uma família exigente não fácil, mas eleanor descobriu cedo a realidade de como pertencer a uma que carregava a coroa de sua nação somente poderia tornar a situação de todas as formas mais complicada. a pressão sobre seus ombros esteve lá desde seus primeiros dias com vida, tendo desde a mais tenra idade sido acompanhada por tutores de todas as áreas que, se uma dama da sociedade deveria conhecer, uma carregando o título de princesa deveria dominar sem hesitação; os instrumentos clássicos deveriam ser dominados com destreza, os idiomas relacionados aos países com os quais mantinham as mais importantes relações deveriam ser mantidos em sua fluência, sua oratória e postura deveriam ser exemplares, e suas maneiras nunca poderiam ser menos que impecáveis.

nunca possuiu uma relação das mais simples com a mãe, existindo diversos pontos em sua relação que eram visivelmente marcados pela conturbação que personalidades em muitos pontos opostas acabavam por entrar em embate. a rainha adelina sempre exigiu muito de sua filha e, embora compreendesse seus motivos para tal, era inevitável não acabar se ressentindo do pulso firme da mãe. entretanto, com o pai tudo sempre fora diferente; eleanor assumia desde a infância o título de ‘garotinha do papai’ sempre se socorrendo com o homem quando necessitava de algum consolo ou somente uma companhia que viria a deixá-la com um sorriso no rosto. sua perda não poderia ter sido algo menos que um baque para ela - era como se uma parte de si houvesse ido embora juntamente com william.

participar da temporada como uma debutante, e não somente a costumeira espectadora, foi muito mais do que uma surpresa para eleanor. crescendo com a ideia de um casamento arranjado sendo imposta na sua mente, tentando se acostumar com a realidade de que dificilmente encontraria em sua vida aqueles amores sobre os quais havia lido em suas obras favoritas e se derramado em lágrimas ao assistir peças, óperas e balés com o tema do amor verdadeiro, considerando que acreditava estar fadada a passar toda uma vida ao lado de um pretendente escolhido por sua mãe, era surpreendente e até estranha a ideia de possuir o livre-arbítrio em um ponto de sua vida onde antes o considerava improvável. embora possua, indubitavelmente, incontáveis expectativas positivas em relação à sua participação tão mais ativa ao se encontrar como uma debutante no presente ano, é inevitável sentir o medo - e a insegurança intrínseca em sua pessoa - de acabar sendo somente vista pelo título que carrega e a família da qual vem.

II. PERSONALIDADE.

amável e compassiva, com uma postura polida e reservada, eleanor é sempre cuidadosa com suas palavras e ações ao saber o impacto que qualquer descuido seu poderá ocasionar e o peso que carrega consigo ao possuir um título como o seu. foi criada para se portar sempre com toda a graciosidade, com a cabeça erguida e um sorriso marcando seus lábios. é uma pessoa extremamente leal, decidida e que simplesmente abomina comportamentos provenientes da maldade intrínseca de algumas pessoas; possui um coração bom, embora ainda lute para aprender como não fechá-lo tão de imediato nas ocasiões em que a incerteza a domina de uma forma ou de outra. 

a teimosia é fator importante na natureza da arundell, assim como um rancor que procura maneiras de enfrentar, sabendo o quão desagradável pode acabar sendo em seu interior a sensação de resguardar tantos pensamentos e sentimentos em relação a situações mal resolvidas. crítica desde o nascimento, o perfeccionismo é uma marca registrada da garota, especialmente em relação a si própria e o próprio comportamento, mas não se limitando a isto; é uma pessoa exigente, muitas vezes mal interpretada, embora tente manter que não deve se acomodar com menos do que acredita merecer.

III. RUMORES.

é muito comentado que eleanor possui uma personalidade ‘nojentinha’ e desagradável, que a própria rainha deve ter reconhecido a dificuldade de casar ela ao colocá-la pra debutar na sociedade (duas acusações bem descabidas). (em construção!!!)

#⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ ⠀ the dizzy dancing way that you feel ⠀ / ⠀ * ⠀ extra. #amanhã posto o aboutzinho do theo também pq dormir ainda é necessidade k k k k k

[hilbzrn]

closed starter with @pacwfyhim +  ❛  oh, you did NOT just do that.  ❜

— eu não fiz! — magnolia antecipou-se com o final da história, para tranquilizá-lo. acabou soltando uma risada baixa enquanto locomovia-se para a próxima barraquinha da feira ao ar livre, um dos seus eventos favoritos de se comparecer nas manhãs dos dias de semana e onde, por ventura, acabou encontrando com jaehwan naquela segunda de fim de inverno. havia resolvido contar para ele sobre a peripécia que um dos cavalheiros da sociedade havia arranjado, agora que as hillburn haviam retornado para a capital, mas notou a preocupação do homem enquanto avançava nas palavras. — céus, você falou igualzinho a daisy agora. ela quase enlouqueceu achando que eu aceitaria o pedido de casamento do lord bryxton... é essa a imagem que vocês tem de mim, então?! acham que, a qualquer momento, eu vou me casar com qualquer um que aparecer com um anel? qualquer um?!

#◜ 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓⠀ ❪ 🌿 ❫ ‘ ⭑ ˒ threads. #with: pacwfyhim.

[avengers-legacy]

Estão sem missão para estarem com tédio? Quem fez o melhor bolo?

Astra: Estávamos com bastante tédio e tempo livre. Sempre acaba sobrando algum depois das provas da Academia Coulson e quando temos nenhuma missão. E Alya votou meu trio, com melhor bolo, apesar de todos terem ficado feios.

Daisy: E agora nenhum deles terá tempo livre. Isso foi na minha casa e eu vi que tinha cobertura no teto.

#astra danvers #stardust #daisy jonhon #quake

[emissaire]

yours, ardently - geto suguru x reader

꒰꒰. SYNOPSIS: suguru crumbles in the presence of genuine devotion

꒰꒰. WARNINGS: reverse comfort, fluff, slight angst (lmk if i missed anything <3)

꒰꒰. NOTE: hello! i'm back (kind of) with my pookie, suguru. i've managed to write this in between dealing w/ school stuff and crying over school stuff. i missed writing sm 😭

Geto Suguru is a man of chaotic solitude. Much like his best friend, he strives in an environment well-lived, radiant and loud. Age and maturity-wise, he could say he’s grown past that childlike impulsivity enough to avoid impending conflicts but he’s still just a man— not immune to the inevitable distraught of life. He used to be a bright-eyed boy with such a positive outlook in all things that come his way. His perspective of the world was reflected in the same sense of warmth that seemed to enshroud his very presence: gentle and kind, full of hope. He was a paragon that even the strongest relied on, his best friend’s moral compass was influenced by him as he was quite sensitive and so in tune to the things around him. 

Though he is not one to talk about the troubles that keep him up at night, you know him well enough to understand that something is wrong. The way he started shutting off anyone else that dares to come close is heartbreaking, even more so with knowing that there is nothing you can do that can fill the void in his heart. He rarely smiles nowadays. His face no longer lights up with glee and when it does, it no longer reaches his eyes— they don't crinkle anymore into pretty crescent shapes. They are both just bleak and empty pools that stare far away into the distance, slowly succumbing to the downward spiral journey of his life, and the possibility of not being able to catch up once he decides to let go, leave and not look back anymore is daunting. 

A soft knock interrupts your musing before you hear Suguru's voice from behind the door. "You awake?"

The sheets make rustling sounds as you hurry to open the door of your bedroom, ready to welcome Suguru in, both in your space and in your arms because it's how you comfort yourself— some sort of assurance that he's still with you. "Can't sleep?"

He only nods his head, making a beeline to your bed and you watch him sigh, his shoulders dropping in relaxation as if the warmth of your bed and your smell that lingers on the pillows are enough to coax him out of his shell. 

"Come, baby." Suguru reaches out to you, hand outstretched in the dark. And even though you can barely make out his figure on the bed, his presence is enough to make up for everything that was lacking when you were alone and wallowing in your thoughts of him.

It does not take you long to occupy the other side of the bed, almost instinctively cuddling up to him and embracing his body so tenderly you feel him slowly easing with you. His arms are quick to wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer as if he’s afraid you would slip away if he doesn't hold you tight. “It’ll be Christmas in a few months.” Suguru mentions, breaking the silence with the low timbre of his voice— soothing as always.

You smile, lifting your head just a bit to get a brief look at his face. “Yeah. Are we still on for that trip we planned last April?”

There is a telltale sign of a smile on his face— through the poor lighting that emits from the barely opened window of your room, you witness the slight upward curves at the corners of his lips, and for a moment you could see a glimpse of hope: a future with him. Everything will be alright.

Suguru doesn’t respond, his eyes just trailing across every feature of your face. Such sad eyes he has, but there is no denying the hints of love in the pretty brown hues of them as he admires you in silence. They even seem a little dim with the absence of it’s usual spark yet it doesn't take away the fact that he's still your Suguru. Your beautiful Suguru.

“Get some sleep, my love.” Your murmur, allowing him to burrow deeper in your arms and lay his head on your chest. The way you caress his hair makes him hum, so tender and full of care that it’s soothing. 

You let the tranquility of the night engulf your entwined bodies under the comfort of your sheets, letting the hours tick by with no care for anything at all but the warmth of your love and the way his breath settles evenly.

“I wish you’d just talk to me, Suguru.” You whisper once you've deemed he’s fallen asleep, your hands still caressing his hair in gentle strokes. “You’re not alone, you know? Share with me your pain.” Your voice falters with the last words you’ve spoken, finding it hard to breathe with the lump in your throat as you try to keep your tears at bay.

“I know you’re strong but you don’t always have to carry all that weight— I’m here. Satoru’s here, Ieri even. We’re always here.” A shaky breath falls past your lips when you feel Suguru’s arms tighten around you, the sound of a conspicuous sob from him almost makes you lose it but not right now. You need to be the one to keep it together and hold him, be his safe space and give him the assurance he needs to be vulnerable.

You resume playing with his hair, pressing a chaste kiss on his crown. "I love you."

And in that moment, Suguru crumbles in the presence of genuine devotion. He feels so ardently cared for, sheltered and utterly weak in your arms. Everything will be alright.

#livre: daisy #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto fluff #suguru x reader #geto suguru

[prepafa-2024-roze]

(04/08/2023)

Illustration réalisée au feutre liner inspirée d’un personnage du livre “Daisy Jones and the Six” des composition de Alfons Mucha et de l’art nouveau. Esthétique très appréciée dans les années 70’ (période à laquelle se déroule ce roman).

[universomovie]

Marc Jacobs Daisy Wild: veja o novo anúncio do perfume

JOANA ELISABETE Marlee Guillory, Ever Anderson e Erin Kim posam ao ar livre sereno para a campanha de eau de parfum Daisy Wild da Marc Jacobs. Foto: Nick Newbold Marc Jacobs lança Daisy Wild eau de parfum, uma adição encantadora à sua amada linha de fragrâncias Daisy. A campanha irradia um espírito jovem através das lentes de Nick Newbold, apresentando a atriz Ever Anderson ao lado das modelos…

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[aforcedelire]

Petit bilan de lecture 2023

Je vois beaucoup de bilans lectures fleurir sur les réseaux sociaux en ce moment, et j’en rajoute un sur le tas !

Le moins que l’on puisse dire, c’est que 2023 a été riche en émotions et en lectures… Je m’étais fixée un objectif de lire 120 livres (romans, BD, mangas et albums jeunesse), 100 sans les albums, et j’ai réussi et je suis fière de moi 💪🏻 J’ai lu pas moins de 192 livres ! (Et 129 sans les albums.) Je m’étais aussi dit que j’essayerai de baisser ma PAL (sans commentaire mdr) ou à défaut d’en sortir des vieux titres présents depuis déjà quelques années (j’en ai sorti quelques-uns, c’est déjà ça). Je sais qu’un objectif de 120 livres c’est énorme, qu’en avoir lu 192 c’est énorme, que ça angoisse beaucoup de personnes, mais retenez bien que je ne fais que ça dès que j’ai un moment de libre. Je suis une personne renfermée et angoissée, je n’aime pas sortir, pour moi le meilleur moment c’est une après-midi avec mon chéri et mon livre. Donc : oui, j’ai lu énormément, mais j’ai aussi un rythme de lecture hyper rapide, et je ne fais que ça.

Cette année, je me suis aussi lancée (un peu) dans le BookTube game, et sur BookTok (un peu moins). J’ai aussi découvert la romance, et en fait j’aime bien 🤭 J’ai lu plein de romans trop cool, qui m’ont retournée et percutée, auxquels je pense encore plusieurs mois après — et c’est vraiment satisfaisant !

J’ai eu une année compliquée, surtout au niveau du travail : j’adore toujours autant ce que je fais, mais j’ai eu des moments vraiment pas marrants et des gros bouleversements qui m’ont beaucoup angoissée. Résultat, je râle et je suis frustrée… pour 2024, je me souhaite de retrouver plus de plaisir en librairie !

J’aime bien me mettre des objectifs / des vœux, donc j’aimerais lire 150 livres l’année prochaine (romans, bulles et albums compris), et puis si je n’y arrive pas c’est pas grave. Mais surtout, j’aimerais essayer de lire plus de livres pour moi, parce que lire un max pour le boulot c’est bien, mais en attendant ma PAL est en souffrance et moi je suis frustrée. Et peut-être continuer à découvrir la romance ? Et essayer de me mettre moins la pression. Ici, professionnellement, partout.

Top 3 des lectures de 2023 (c’est compliqué, pourquoi je m’inflige ça mdr) :

Soufi, mon amour de Elif Shafak

Une fin heureuse de Maren Uthaug

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Quando eu te vi pela primeira vez fiquei curiosa, depois eu descobri que você era tudo que eu sempre quis ser, você entrava na Wgg com 15 anos junto com o vocalista de uma banda de rock, era rica e dirigia um cadilac, passava os dias na strepp e era a mais bonita do mundo, se tornou a cantora de rock mais famosa dos anos 70, era unica, era corajosa e livre. E quando eu via você cantar eu vibrava por dentro e queria tudo aquilo pra mim. Depois que eu realmente te conheci, você me destruiu, você pensava do mesmo jeito que eu, agia da mesma forma e também se destruia da mesma maneira, você me mostrava coisas sobre mim que eu não queria ver, você retirou meu cobertor. Me mostrou que existem coisas que parecem certas mas não são pra você, que um dia posso conseguir me tornar uma pessoa diferente, posso escolher ser tudo isso ou não ser tudo isso e ser feliz da mesma forma. Eu li a coisa mais triste do mundo e eu desabei como você, e depois eu li a coisa mais linda do mundo e me senti viva de novo, obrigada por ser a minha esperança, e sim, você tem um montão de gente que se importa com você, camila te falou aqui por que ela não tem esse tipo de coisa, ela é do tipo de pessoa que se importa, não que "importa", e naquele momento ela só tinha o Billy nessa posição, e você poderia ter ficado com ele, mas seria egoista, e você não fez isso.

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Guia dos melhores perfumes florais frescos

O mundo dos perfumes é vasto e diversificado, com uma infinidade de fragrâncias disponíveis para todos os gostos e preferências, os perfumes florais frescos são uma escolha popular para aqueles que desejam uma fragrância leve, delicada e refrescante. Os perfumes florais frescos são escolhidos por pessoas que apreciam fragrâncias leves, delicadas e refrescantes, geralmente associadas à natureza e à Primavera. Essas fragrâncias são populares entre aqueles que preferem perfumes sutis e não querem uma presença olfativa muito intensa. Os perfumes florais frescos são adequados para uma variedade de ocasiões, desde o uso diário até eventos especiais.

Aqui estão algumas situações em que essas fragrâncias são especialmente apropriadas:

- Uso diário: Os perfumes florais frescos são uma ótima opção para uso diário, seja no trabalho, na faculdade ou em atividades cotidianas. Eles proporcionam uma sensação de frescor e limpeza, sem serem dominantes. - Climas quentes: Durante os dias quentes de verão, os perfumes florais frescos são ideais para se refrescar e transmitir uma sensação de leveza. Suas notas florais combinadas com elementos cítricos ou aquáticos trazem uma sensação refrescante. - Eventos ao ar livre: Se você estiver participando de um evento ao ar livre, como um piquenique, um encontro no parque ou um casamento durante o dia, os perfumes florais frescos são uma escolha apropriada. Eles se misturam bem com o ambiente natural e evocam uma atmosfera romântica. - Encontros casuais: Se você está se encontrando com amigos ou tendo um encontro casual, os perfumes florais frescos são uma opção agradável. Eles criam uma aura delicada e alegre ao seu redor, transmitindo uma sensação de positividade e feminilidade. - Ambientes de trabalho: Os perfumes florais frescos são uma escolha segura para ambientes de trabalho, onde fragrâncias muito fortes podem ser incómodas para os colegas. Essas fragrâncias subtis e frescas adicionam um toque agradável à sua aparência profissional.

Guia dos melhores perfumes florais frescos

Neste guia, vamos explorar os melhores perfumes florais frescos disponíveis no mercado. Chanel Chance Eau Tendre Este perfume é conhecido por sua elegância e suavidade. Com notas de toranja, jasmim e almíscar branco, o Chanel Chance Eau Tendre é uma fragrância floral fresca que proporciona uma sensação de energia e vitalidade. Dior J'adore Um clássico entre os perfumes florais frescos, o Dior J'adore é uma combinação perfeita de flores como a rosa de Damasco, o jasmim e o ylang-ylang. Esta fragrância radiante e feminina evoca uma sensação de luxo e sofisticação. Marc Jacobs Daisy O Marc Jacobs Daisy é um perfume jovem e encantador, com notas de morango selvagem, violeta e gardênia. Com uma vibe descontraída e ensolarada, essa fragrância é ideal para os dias quentes de verão.

Gucci Bloom Inspirado em um jardim cheio de flores, o Gucci Bloom é uma fragrância floral fresca com notas de tuberosa, jasmim e lírio. É um perfume elegante e delicado, perfeito para quem busca uma experiência olfativa romântica e feminina. Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue Este perfume é uma verdadeira explosão de frescor e energia. Com notas de maçã verde, jasmim e âmbar, o Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue é uma fragrância cítrica e floral que captura perfeitamente o espírito do Verão. https://youtu.be/6FLnDvX_f_w Estée Lauder Pleasures Como o nome sugere, o Estée Lauder Pleasures é um perfume que celebra as pequenas coisas da vida. Com notas de lírio, rosa, violeta e lilás, essa fragrância transmite uma sensação de alegria e felicidade. Jo Malone London Peony & Blush Suede A marca Jo Malone é conhecida por suas fragrâncias elegantes e sofisticadas, e o Peony & Blush Suede não é exceção. Com notas de peônia, maçã vermelha e camurça, essa fragrância floral fresca é perfeita para quem busca um toque de luxo e romantismo.

Burberry My Burberry Blush Inspirado em um jardim londrino em plena primavera, o My Burberry Blush é um perfume vibrante e energizante. Com notas de romã, rosa e jasmin, essa fragrância floral fresca evoca uma sensação de otimismo e vitalidade. Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb Bloom Como uma explosão de flores, o Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb Bloom é um perfume que combina notas de romã, jasmim e peônia. Essa fragrância é perfeita para quem busca uma experiência olfativa intensa e sedutora.

Hermes Jour d'Hermes Este perfume é uma celebração da feminilidade e da elegância. Com notas de flor de damasco, gardênia e musk, o Hermes Jour d'Hermes é uma fragrância floral fresca que transmite uma sensação de sofisticação e classe. Esses são apenas alguns exemplos dos melhores perfumes florais frescos disponíveis no mercado. Cada um deles tem suas próprias características e nuances, então vale a pena experimentar diferentes fragrâncias para descobrir qual combina melhor com você. Lembre-se de que a escolha de um perfume é uma questão pessoal, então confie em seus instintos e escolha aquele que faz você se sentir confiante e feliz. Read the full article

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