#Chile duck

[fiendishfables]

Bro didn't know what true anxiety was until now-

Thought his wife leaving him was rough?

Nah.

The Great Duck of Chile.

Now THAT'S a true trauma inducer.

(He also totally started the hashtag #banboats after this happened)

[thatlesbianlawstudent]

The end of the semester is kicking my ass, but we're working through it. Today I donated blood

[snototter]

A pair of Fuegian steamer-ducks (Tachyeres pteneres) in Punta Arenas, Chile

by Gregory "Slobirdr" Smith

[business-ligne]

Comment élaborer un business plan ? Guide pratique pour réussir

Élaborer un business plan est une étape cruciale lorsque tu souhaites créer un business. C’est le document qui va structurer ton projet de création et convaincre les investisseurs ou les banquiers de te soutenir. Si tu te demandes comment élaborer un business plan, voici un guide concis pour te guider à travers ce processus.

1. Définir les grandes lignes de ton projet

Avant de te lancer dans la rédaction, il est important de clarifier les objectifs fixés pour ton projet d’entreprise. Tu dois :

Déterminer ton modèle économique : comment ton entreprise générera-t-elle des revenus ?

Identifier ta proposition de valeur : quel est l’avantage concurrentiel de ton business ?

Analyser le marché : qui sont tes clients potentiels et concurrents ?

2. Rédiger une description claire du business

Commence par une description détaillée de ton entreprise :

Présentation de l’entreprise : mission, vision, et objectifs.

Produits ou services proposés : caractéristiques, avantages, et différenciation.

Analyse du marché : taille, tendances, et segments de marché visés.

3. Construire un modèle économique solide

Le business model doit montrer comment ton entreprise va gagner de l’argent. Inclue :

La stratégie commerciale : méthodes de vente et de distribution.

Les sources de revenus : prix des produits, abonnements, services complémentaires.

La structure des coûts : coûts fixes et variables.

4. Élaborer le plan financier

Le volet financier est crucial pour démontrer la viabilité de ton projet. Assure-toi d’inclure :

Les prévisions financières : budget prévisionnel, compte de résultat prévisionnel, et bilan prévisionnel.

Le plan de trésorerie : pour gérer les flux de trésorerie et le fonds de roulement.

Le plan de financement : sources de financement, apports personnels, et besoins de financement externe.

5. Développer une stratégie marketing efficace

Pour attirer et fidéliser tes futurs clients, tu dois définir :

La stratégie marketing : canaux de communication, promotions, et campagnes publicitaires.

Le plan d’action : étapes pour atteindre tes objectifs de vente et de croissance.

Le plan de développement : comment tu prévois d’étendre ton business dans le futur.

6. Préparer une analyse des risques

Tout projet comporte des risques, il est donc important d’identifier et de planifier :

Les risques financiers : fluctuation des revenus, imprévus de trésorerie.

Les risques opérationnels : problèmes d'approvisionnement, de production.

Les risques de marché : changements dans la demande, arrivée de nouveaux concurrents.

7. Mettre en forme et présenter le business plan

Une fois que toutes les sections sont rédigées, il est temps de :

Structurer ton document de manière claire et logique.

Présenter les sections clés : résumé exécutif, analyse de marché, stratégie marketing, plan financier.

Faire relire par des experts comptables ou des mentors pour garantir la qualité du contenu.

Astuces bonus pour un business plan réussi

Sois réaliste dans tes prévisions et évite les chiffres trop optimistes.

Utilise des graphiques et des tableaux pour illustrer les données financières et rendre le plan plus visuel.

Teste ton business plan auprès de personnes extérieures à ton projet pour obtenir des retours constructifs.

Conclusion

Élaborer un business plan détaillé et bien structuré est essentiel pour réussir ton projet entrepreneurial. En suivant ces étapes et en prenant le temps de préparer un document complet, tu augmentes considérablement tes chances de convaincre les investisseurs et de lancer ton entreprise avec succès. Alors, prends le temps nécessaire pour rédiger un business plan solide, et n’hésite pas à faire appel à des experts pour t’aider dans cette démarche.

Si tu as d’autres questions ou besoin de précisions supplémentaires sur la manière de rédiger un business plan, je suis là pour t’aider ! Bonne chance avec ton projet de création d’entreprise.

FAQ : Comment élaborer un business plan ?

1. Qu'est-ce qu'un business plan et pourquoi est-il important ?

Réponse : Un business plan est un document détaillé qui décrit ton projet de création, ton modèle économique, et comment tu prévois de réaliser tes objectifs. Il est crucial pour convaincre les investisseurs, obtenir des financements, et structurer ton projet d'entreprise. Il te permet également de prévoir les étapes clés et d’anticiper les défis.

2. Quels sont les éléments essentiels à inclure dans un business plan ?

Réponse : Un business plan complet doit inclure :

Le résumé exécutif : présentation succincte de ton projet.

La description de l'entreprise : mission, vision, et produits ou services.

L'analyse de marché : étude de marché, concurrence, et clients potentiels.

Le business model : comment tu vas générer des revenus.

Le plan financier : prévisions financières, compte de résultat prévisionnel, et plan de trésorerie.

La stratégie marketing : comment tu comptes attirer et fidéliser les clients.

Les risques et opportunités : identification des risques et des opportunités.

3. Comment réaliser une étude de marché efficace pour mon business plan ?

Réponse : Pour réaliser une étude de marché efficace :

Analyse les tendances du secteur et les besoins des consommateurs.

Identifie tes principaux concurrents et évalue leurs forces et faiblesses.

Interroge des clients potentiels pour comprendre leurs attentes et préférences.

Collecte des données quantitatives et qualitatives pour soutenir tes prévisions.

4. Comment déterminer les prévisions financières de mon business plan ?

Réponse : Les prévisions financières incluent :

Le budget prévisionnel : estimation des coûts et des revenus.

Le compte de résultat prévisionnel : projection des bénéfices et des pertes.

Le bilan prévisionnel : estimation des actifs, passifs, et capitaux propres.

Le plan de trésorerie : gestion des flux de trésorerie et du fonds de roulement.

Assure-toi que tes projections sont réalistes et basées sur des données solides.

5. Quel est le rôle du résumé exécutif dans un business plan ?

Réponse : Le résumé exécutif est une vue d'ensemble de ton projet. Il doit capturer l'essence de ton business plan en quelques pages, en mettant en avant :

La mission et vision de l'entreprise.

Les objectifs principaux et les valeurs ajoutées de ton produit ou service.

Le besoin en financement et comment tu prévois de l'utiliser.

Ce résumé est souvent le premier élément lu, donc il doit être convaincant et clair.

6. Quelle est l'importance du plan de financement dans un business plan ?

Réponse : Le plan de financement montre comment tu vas lever des fonds et gérer les financements nécessaires pour ton projet de création. Il doit inclure :

Les sources de financement : apports personnels, prêts bancaires, crowdfunding, etc.

Les besoins de financement : montant total nécessaire et utilisation des fonds.

Les conditions de remboursement et les garanties offertes.

7. Comment évaluer la viabilité de mon projet dans le business plan ?

Réponse : Pour évaluer la viabilité de ton projet :

Fais une analyse SWOT (forces, faiblesses, opportunités, menaces).

Évalue le seuil de rentabilité pour déterminer le volume de ventes nécessaire pour couvrir les coûts.

Analyse la demande du marché et assure-toi que ton business model est solide et adaptable.

8. Quels sont les pièges courants à éviter lors de la rédaction d'un business plan ?

Réponse : Voici quelques pièges à éviter :

Sous-estimer les coûts ou surrévaluer les revenus.

Manquer de détails dans les prévisions financières ou la stratégie marketing.

Ignorer les risques et ne pas prévoir de solutions pour les atténuer.

Ne pas adapter le business plan en fonction du public cible, que ce soit pour des investisseurs, des banques, ou des partenaires.

9. Quand devrais-je réviser mon business plan ?

Réponse : Révise ton business plan :

Avant le lancement de l’entreprise pour t’assurer que tout est en place.

Après des changements significatifs dans le marché ou dans ton entreprise (par exemple, nouvelle stratégie, modification du modèle économique).

Périodiquement pour ajuster les prévisions financières et la stratégie en fonction de l’évolution du marché et des performances de l’entreprise.

10. Où puis-je obtenir de l'aide pour rédiger mon business plan ?

Réponse : Tu peux obtenir de l’aide auprès de :

Experts comptables pour les aspects financiers.

Incubateurs et pépinières d’entreprises pour des conseils et un accompagnement.

Chambres de commerce (CCI) pour des ressources et des formations.

Mentors et réseaux d’entrepreneurs pour des retours d’expérience et des conseils pratiques.

À voir aussi : Comment lancer un business ?

[gatomiauchileno]

[mazojo]

I am so sorry but I want a ten page essay as to what ways and in which endeavors specifically with quotes and pointed examples has Colin Bridgerton been the man with the kindest heart to ever walk the earth. For noon.

[gabosaurius]

[verywonderlandpost]

What channel is Oregon vs. Michigan State on today? Time, TV schedule to watch week 6 game

After back-to-back strong performances, including a dominant 34-13 win in its Big Ten opener against UCLA, the No. 6 Oregon football team will head back home to take on Michigan State this Friday at Autzen Stadium.

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[blogarteplus]

Desde Blog Orviton:

SANTA CLAWS, animación de navidad.

[ Acceder ]

[gimpwithoutorgans]

Improved version of this post:

Armand riding Dogboy Molloy painfully slow. Leash wrapped tight around his fist. Armand leering down at him with those off putting unblinking orange eyes. The only way he’ll go faster is if his boy begs but the shock collar is making that incredibly difficult. Daniel close to passing out from the combination of pain, pleasure, and lack of oxygen but Armand makes sure to keep him right on the edge….

Dog boy Molloy with a shock collar around his neck riding Armand like the secret to happiness is on the end of his dick. That’s it that’s the post.

[apamates]

Ducks

[idexpir]

Flotar, navegar, sumergirse y volver a flotar en tierras desoladas . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #Chile #chileno #atacamadesert #atacama #nature #naturephotography #naturaleza #landscape #landscapephotography #paisaje #travel #travelgram #travelblogger #natgeoyourshot #photooftheday #instadaily #birdphotography #birdlovers #duck #instachile #nikon (en Desierto De Atacama, Chile) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmp2eHjLzyC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[herpsandbirds]

Torrent Duck (Merganetta armata), L - female and R - male, family Anatidae, order Anseriformes, Chile

As the name suggests, these ducks live in fast flowing rivers, in western South America, from Colombia to Tierra del Fuego.

photograph by Eduardo Minte Hess eMinte | Flickr

[hardcandycigarette]

Long Way Down Part One

Part Three

Here's the story of married Harry who's a dad to three small kiddos, and married for over seven years to Y/N. Marriage is always hard work, but what happens when being married to a pop star becomes too much for Y/N?

WARNING-slight references to sex, curse words

This is angst angst and more angst. There are other parts to the story, and with enough feedback, I'll post more to this story.

Word Count 4.7K

“Japan. Chile. Australia. Oh, and let's not forget Madagascar. Mada-Fucking-gascar, Harry. Who goes to Madagascar? Why the one and only Harry Styles? That's who. You realize most people never see any of those places in an entire lifetime, right? But you, you went to all of those places THIS YEAR!” Y/N stomps to their daughter's room picks her up from her crib, hoists the baby on her hip, and walks out of the nursery and down the hall.

Harry follows her to the kid’s bathroom. "Y/N, baby, it was all for work. I don't care about those places, don't even get to enjoy them."

"It doesn't matter. You still got to go. And that's in addition to your normal New York, LA, often Paris or Rome. Those places are just another day at the office for you. Do you want to know where I've been? Whole Foods. Baby Gym. Holmes Chapel. The park. School runs. Yep, that’s about it. Oh, the doctors, and kids' birthday parties; on wild days, a friend comes for a glass of wine when I can finally relax at 9 PM. So don’t do this with me, not this time.” She begins to undress the baby. She’s seething but keeps her voice down so the little one isn’t upset.

“Do you know how many days you’ve been home since the tour ended? I’ll tell you because I know exactly. 26. You could’ve paid someone to do your dirty laundry and brought home clean clothes. Even the slightest gesture to show you get how hard it is around here.”

“I’m sorry. I was so focused on just getting home I didn’t even think of having them done.” Harry turns on the bath water and tests the temperature.

“Oh, poor thing. Traveling the world in the lap of luxury must be torture.”

Harry walks to the door. "No, Y/N, no. You know what a tour is like. You've been on the road with me. You know how utterly chaotic it is. Yes, I should've thought about the laundry, but I didn’t.”

She places the baby in her bathtub seat, squats, and begins soaping her up. “Of course, you didn’t think of me.”

Harry is leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom now. “Babe, swear if you give me just a bit to decompress, I'll be happy to give you whatever ya need. We’ll take a family vacation, go someplace nice, the five of us, any place you like, you pick.” He extends his hands in her direction.

“You've been home 26 days. That's how long you've had to decompress.” She uses air quotes around decompress. You've done zero loads of laundry. I do at least four a day, trying to catch up with everything. Laundry never ends even when it’s just me and the kids. You leave a trail of mess in every room. You do nothing to help, nothing. It’s like you’ve completely checked out on the fact this is supposed to be a partnership.”

“My job isn’t just dancing around in sparkly trousers for an hour or two. I’m fucking exhausted too. You’re not playin’ fair, Y/N.”

"Thing is, I'm not playing at all, Harry.”

“A vacation with the five of us is a vacation to you, Harry, not to me. I love you guys, I really do, but I need a break. I needed this just for me. I wasn't asking for much, Harry. Five days for myself, time to decompress, as you call it. I wanted to be with my friends and sisters, but you know what, never mind. Go. Just go. We’ll talk about it when I’ve put her to bed.”

“I’ll put her to bed.” He closes the door behind him when he steps out.

Harry hears her singing Adore You. The song always makes the baby smile. Y/N can’t be completely furious if she’s still singing his songs. Harry couldn’t be more wrong.

When Y/N finishes with the bath, she wraps her daughter in her little duck towel with a hood and exits the bathroom. Their son’s door is cracked down the hall, and she hears Harry talking with him. She stands just outside the entrance to eavesdrop.

“That sounds like a good time, buddy. I’m glad you had fun with your friend. Did you make sure to hug him and say thank you before you left his house? Did you thank his family for having you over?”

“Yes.” He sounds so tiny for someone who wrecked Y/N’s nerves with his big voice the entire time Harry was gone.

“So, let’s get snug as a bug in a rug.” Harry wraps the blanket over their son and kisses his forehead. "Have a good sleep, and we'll have some fun in the morning, yeah?”

“Love you, Dad.”

Harry walks across the room and turns off the light. “Love you even more, bud. See you in the morning.” He closes the door when he leaves the room.

“Thank you.”

“He’s m’ son too, Y/N.” Harry walks toward the couple’s room, head hanging down; he drags his finger along the wall.

He doesn’t stick around to help put Lola down, be it because he forgot he said he would put her to bed or he's just upset.

Y/N walks to Lola’s nursery, dries and lotions her, dresses her for bed, and places her in the crib, hoping she will go down without a fight. "Love you, punkin’. Good night.” She kisses her and stands near the bed. She waits to see if she cries. When she only babbles, y/n turns on the baby monitor and nightlight, then crosses the room, turning off the light as she exits, but only closes the door partially.

Y/N heads toward the bedroom, dreading how the rest of the evening will go. Harry is sitting on the bed reading a book about Japanese art, his readers slide down his nose as he pretends to be intensely focused, but she knows him and knows he’s not focused.

She walks to the dresser, opens a drawer, and gets some pjs. She’s too pissed off to bother with a shower but goes to the ensuite to undress. “Don’t have to pretend you’re reading Harry.” She changes her clothes and tosses the dirty clothes in the hamper, does her skincare, and brushes her teeth. She picks up a pair of Harry’s gross, beat-up sneakers as she enters the bedroom. "These are nice," she says, tossing them across the room.

“Cut the crap, Y/N. I know what you're doing. You're not getting a fight out of me, so toss all the shoes you want. I'm not going to argue with you. The passive-aggressive stuff stopped working a long time ago."

She exhales and sits on the bed. "Not being passive, Harry, just aggressive. I'm tired. I'm so tired." She falls back on the bed.

He crawls over to her and plants a kiss on her lips. “Mmm, minty.” He smiles.

“Yep.” She closes her eyes.

He kisses her again. “Come over here; Let’s have a snuggle and a good night’s sleep.”

“I can’t tonight. I just can’t.” She sighs as she climbs to the pillows, placing her head down on the fluffiest one-her favorite one.

“Can’t what?”

“Have sex.”

“Wasn’t trying to.”

She rolls her eyes. "Okay. I don't know your pattern exactly; whenever you want to get frisky. Just met you, have no idea what you're like when you want to pretend an argument didn't happen, makeup, move past it, and get what you want.”

Harry’s eyes narrow. He swallows the lump in his throat and shakes his head in disbelief. “Wow. I can’t believe you just said that. That’s one of the worst things you’ve ever said to me. To imply I manipulate you for sex.” Harry stands, grabs his pillow, and walks to the door. “I’ll be in the guestroom.”

The following day she slowly opens her eyes and reaches over to Harry, but he’s not there. She thought that after he cooled off, he'd return to bed. She thought he’d slip under the covers once he knew it was safe and she was asleep. But he didn't come back to bed. She sits up and looks around the room. Gross sneakers are still across the room, three of Harry's hoodies over the recliner, one of Lola’s toys, and an empty water bottle next to Harry’s wallet -the room is a disaster. She sighs, rubs her face, and flops back down. The house is quiet, almost too quiet. Why is it so quiet? In a panic, she sits up, throws on her robe, and walks to the door. She flings it open and rushes down the hall. When she gets to Lola's room, she pushes open the door; the light is off, and Harry, bare-chested, sits in the recliner, rocking her. "Is she sick? What time is it? Where is everyone?"

"No, she's not sick, Y/N, she's m’ daughter, and she needed a cuddle with her daddy."

"Oh. Look about last night…."

"Not right now, Y/N. Let me enjoy this. Archer and Poppy are in the playroom watching a film. They’ve had their breakfast.”

She nods and leaves the room. She can’t hold back her tears as she walks to the kitchen. But her tears abruptly halt when she enters the filthy kitchen. Harry obviously made breakfast for everyone. Pancakes and bacon are covered with a cloth and a note with Mumma written in crayon to let her know it is hers. But the tenderness she feels doesn’t last long as she scans the kitchen. The dirty plates, cups, pots, and pans litter the kitchen and breakfast nook. The stove is splattered with grease and batter, and God knows what else. She starts to gather the dishes to clean them and load the dishwasher. Once everything is in the sink, she sits at the table in the breakfast nook, picking at the plate of food left for her. She isn’t hungry. Lately, she never is.

"Not as good as yours, but not half bad.” Harry breaks the silence as he stands next to the fridge arms folded over his muscular chest.

“Where is-“

“Living room in her pack-n-play.”

“Okay.” She picks up a slice of bacon and bites into it. She tosses it back on the plate.

She stands, walks to the sink, and begins cleaning off the excess food.

“I was going to do that as soon as I got done with the baby. I didn't have time to juggle it all."

“Really? Didn’t have time? Couldn’t juggle it all? That’s rich.” She shakes her head and chuckles as she places the cutlery into the designated basket in the dishwasher.

He shakes his head, looking at the ground. He cocks his mouth to the side and clicks his tongue. "Touche." He walks over and begins placing the dishes in the dishwasher.

She moves, allowing him the glamorous opportunity of a lifetime. “Wonder when the last time you did this was. Long before X-Factor, I’m sure.”

“Don’t.” Harry scrapes off a dish.

“But why not? You get to have all the fun. You get to do all the talking. You get to see all the things. Meet all the people. You get it all.” She leans against the counter, tapping her fingers.

“Y/N, I’m warning you-don’t.”

Her eyes widen, and she stands with a smirk on her face. This man bought all the audacity. “Warning me? Warning me? What are you going to do if I don't stop? Nothing.”

To get her attention, he throws a glass, aiming it at the sink, but not realizing the force behind it, it crashes into the stainless steel and shatters.

They both jump back, then freeze.

He reaches toward Y/N. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to."

“Get out. I mean it, Harry. And I don’t mean the kitchen. You leave this house. You leave this house now, and don’t come back.” Her words are low and deliberate as she stares at the floor.

“That was out of order what just happened. I'm sorry; you know I'd never lay a hand on you or do anything in the world to scare you. Don't know what came over me."

“I said get out.”

“Excuse me? Don’t come back to my own frickin' house? You've got to be kidding. I'm doing no such thing, Y/N. Will I go downstairs and stay in the entertainment room or sleep in the guest room? Sure. Will I take the kids out for the day? Sure. But leave? No. We’ve never spent one day apart in anger, and we aren’t starting now, so get that idea out of your little head.” He points to his temple, gritting his teeth.

“Fine, then I will.” She pushes him out of the way when she passes him to leave the kitchen.

Harry follows her. “You’ll what, Y/N?” He grabs her arm, attempting to stop her.

“Get your damn hand off of me, you big bully.” She jerks away, storming toward the bedroom.

Harry goes to the living room to get Lola. He hears their bedroom door slam. Poor girl is probably scared. She’s never heard people shout before, especially her mama or daddy. And now her mama says she’s leaving? The words don’t even sound right when Harry says them to himself. Harry approaches the bedroom, tapping on the door. “Y/N, the baby, it’s time for her feeding.”

She marches toward him and takes the baby. “Of course it is; one more thing your pathetic ass can't do around here. Now, get out." She pushes against the door.

Harry walks out and closes the door.

***

Downstairs, Harry talks to Poppy and Archie, making sure that if they heard the yelling, they aren't scared. "Arch, you okay, bud?”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t look up just keeps playing with the Barbie and Ken dolls.

“Pop, you doing okay?"

“Yes, daddy. Are you?” She walks over and hugs his legs.

“Yes, baby, Daddy is fine. Are you guys in the mood for a trip to the zoo? Maybe some pizza and ice cream after?

“Yeah.” Poppy detaches herself from her daddy and jumps up and down.

“Can we go now?” Archer says, dropping the dolls and standing up.

"We can. Let's go get dressed, yeah?" Harry walks toward the stairs to the home's main floor.

The kids follow him up.

“Are mumma and the baby coming?” Poppy asks.

"Not sure, baby girl.”

Archer interjects. “If they’re gonna yell, I hope not."

Harry turns around. "There won't be any yelling, buddy, but that's not nice what you just said. We never say things like that, especially about your mummy or baby sister. We always want them included in whatever we do, always. Don’t ever say anything like that ever again.”

Archer is crying now. "Sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean it."

At the top landing of the stairs, Harry stops and kneels to Archer putting his arms around him. "Come here. Let's hug Daddy, yeah?"

Archer slowly puts his arms around Harry’s neck. “Didn’t mean it, Dad.”

"I know, buddy, we're all having a bad day, but what is the one, very most important rule in this house."

“Treat people with kindness.” Archer releases himself from the embrace.

"That's right, treat one another with kindness and love and goodness."

Archer sniffles. “I will.”

“All right, to our rooms, we go.” Harry leads the kids into the hall.

Harry feels like his heart just broke in two. The one thing they’d both agreed on before having kids is they would raise them in a peaceful home. They both came from divorced parents and knew what it was like when the family was immensely unhappy.

Harry ushers the kids to their rooms once back in the central portion of the house. "Okay, lollipop, do you need daddy's help getting dressed? Or do you want to try by yourself today?"

“I can do it, Daddy,” Poppy says. She pushes her blonde curls off her face.

"Good girl. Now, if you need me, call me, okay? And if you want something hanging up, remember no climbing; call for me, and I'll get it.” Harry pats her on the back.

“Okay.” Poppy skips to her room.

“Arch, do you need help?" Harry asks, following Archer as he walks to the room next to Poppy's.

“No, I got it.”

"Okay, guys, I'm going to help mummy with Lola. I'll be just down the hall."

Harry takes his time to get to the end of the hall. He taps on the door before entering. “Love?” He pokes his head in the door.

“Yeah.”

“Can I come in?”

“Yes.” She snuggles the baby closer as she nurses her.

“Gonna take the big kids to the zoo. Can I take Lola?”

"She's your baby too, Harry. Please don't ask me a question like that. Of course, you can take her.”

“All right, by the time I'm dressed, she should be finished, and I'll get her ready." Harry walks to the bathroom.

“Pretty sure I’m capable of getting my child dressed,” she mumbles.

Harry snaps around. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Y/N?" He's angry, but he keeps his voice down. "First, I do nothing, and then you pop off like that when I try to do something." Harry turns to walk back to the ensuite.

"Daddy's a grumpy pants, isn't he, baby girl? It's okay; you've got a mummy. She’ll take care of you, just like she always has.”

Harry stomps out of the bathroom, mouth full of toothpaste. “No, Y/N. No. You aren’t going to do that shit," he says, toothpaste foaming from his mouth as he flings the toothbrush and points it toward her.

She sighs. “Okay, Harry, whatever."

“Whatever? Whatever?” I’m done with this Y/N. Do what you will, hate me if you want, but don’t bad mouth me to our kids.” He walks again to the bathroom sink, and turns on the water, rinses his mouth out, dries it off.

“It’s not exactly like she understands what I’m saying.”

"Not exactly the point, Y/N.” He returns to the bedroom, then walks to the recliner, grabs a hoodie, and puts it on as he approaches the bed. "These babies are my entire life, Y/N. You know that, so think what you will of me as a husband, lover, and partner, but don’t you ever talk about me like that to our children.”

She’s burping the baby now, patting her on the back. “The kids are your entire life? I get it. Performing is your first love. No room for me.” She pulls her bottom lip in with her teeth and stares at nothing, looking at anything but Harry. Her eyes water, holding onto her tears.

Harry walks to her side of the bed. “You know that’s not what I meant, baby.” He sits on the bed next to her, his voice calmer now.

“No, I get it, Harry. Trust me, I do. I wouldn't blame you if you stopped loving and wanting me. Furthermore, why would you want any of this? I mean, look at this whole thing, and then there’s me. I’m a mess.”

“I’m looking at you. I see you. What are you talking about? And I love this mess, and I love you.” He places his hand on her knee. He pushes his eyebrows together and searches her face.

“It’s over, Harry.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “You’re tired and frustrated, but that’s life. It’s not over.”

"It wasn't a question." She hands Lola to him and stands. She tugs at the bottom of her t-shirt, the shirt she borrowed from him when they were dating and never gave it back. It's faded and stretched out, a picture of One Direction but with the words Spice Girls written on it.

Harry says nothing and watches her. She walks to the closet, grumbles, and grunts, knocking about with a few curse words sprinkled in. Once she finds what she's looking for, she returns to the bedroom, drops a suitcase on the bed, and then unzips it.

"Y/N, baby, what are you doing?"

"I told you I'm leaving. You didn't think taking the kids to the zoo would stop that did you?"

“This is crazy. I’m gonna put Lola in her crib. I’ll be back.” Harry stands, walks across the room, and exits.

A few moments later, he returns. She removes clothes from the dresser. Harry approaches her and places his hand on her elbow. "Baby, let's talk about this. You can leave me, in theory, until we can figure something out, but you can't just walk out on the kids."

She shrugs him off her. “Don’t touch me. There is nothing to figure out, not between us. As for the kids, of course, I'm not leaving them forever, don't be so dramatic, but I am leaving for now."

She goes to the bathroom. Harry can hear her gathering items from the vanity. He sits on the bed, dropping his head in his hands, then lifts his head resting his fingers tips under his chin. He stares at two crayons on the floor under the dresser. He makes that his sole focus, unable to look at her when Y/N returns and tosses the cosmetics bag into the suitcase. She huffs and sighs.

“I might not help as much as I should. I get it, but this, this is one time I’m not lifting a finger to help you. So you can cut the sound effects.”

There’s a soft knock at the door before the handle turns, and small hands push the door open. “Daddy, are we going to the zoo?”

Tears have started to roll down Harry’s cheeks. He wipes his face and sniffs before Poppy comes in. “Yes, baby girl, but give Daddy a minute. Go play nice in your room. I’ll come to get you when it’s time. And Poppy, please wait to be invited in before opening the door. You know the rules.”

“Okay.” Satisfied, she pulls the door closed.

"You see that, Y/N. Our kids need us. Our kids know when something's wrong. They heard our shouting earlier. We can't do this around them." He stands and walks over to her. "Listen, let me call Mitch and Sarah, and see if they can take them for the night, yeah? Or Jeff and Glenne might not mind, then we'll get dressed, go have a nice dinner, come home, and relax, just the two of us.”

“Why so you can get laid, Harry?”

"Y/N, where is all of this coming from? That's the second time you've remarked that I’m somehow this sex-crazed maniac that has to jump through hoops to trick his wife into having sex with him, yet you also say there is no way I could still want you.”

She shoves sneakers into the suitcase. “Oh, believe me, I know you can find someone to have sex with, no doubt about that." She shakes her head and smirks. "Never had any problem getting that, did you?"

“What is wrong with you? Do you think I’ve been with someone else? Is that what’s got you like this?”

She continues throwing things in the suitcase, then zips it up. She returns to the closet, retrieves another bag, unzips it, kicks it along the floor, and continues packing. “I told you. I can’t do it anymore. I’m tired. I’m forgetful because I’m overwhelmed. Important things aren’t given their proper attention. I mess up more often than I will admit. This isn’t good.”

“If this is about going out of town on that girls’ trip, then go.” He extends his foot and closes the top of the luggage. “Have fun. Go, but don’t ruin our family just because you weren’t getting your way.”

“Fuck you, Harry. Because I wasn’t getting my way? It’s not that. It’s that it’s always about you. Always. It’s when are you leaving, when are you coming back, coming in late from the studio, FaceTiming at 3 AM just so I can see you and hear your voice, important events, meetings, everything is about you, and I'm sick of it. You know you're the one that wanted a third baby, or hell, a second baby, for that matter. I was happy when it was just the three of us, all traveling together, but you wanted a larger family, and as usual, I wanted to give you what you wanted.”

He stands next to her, reaches over and takes her face in his hands, and turns her toward him. He sees her face, but she’s a stranger. He hadn’t noticed the new lines between her eyebrows, the dark circles under her eyes, or the sallow shade of her skin. “Tell me you don't regret Poppy and Lola. Please tell me you don't regret those two perfect little girls. Because I love you, Y/N, but if you tell me you regret them, I can't forgive you. Ever.”

She pulls away. "I do regret the timing. I should've insisted you take a multi-year hiatus before expanding our family because I made my life worse to make your life better."

He drops his hands from her and walks across the room to the window, which overlooks the expansive garden below. “Worse? How could anything about those babies make your life worse? Take it back before I say something that can’t be unsaid.” You knew what you were signing up for, Y/N. You knew the life I live and how hard it would be, but you said ‘I do’, you agreed this was the life we would live,” he says.

“You don’t see that even then, it was about you. It was what I agreed to, but what about me? What did you agree to do for me? What sacrifices were you willing to make? I gave up my career, so I could give you a home, take care of the kids, and always be available to support you in anything you needed me to support you in, travel with you." Sitting on the bed, she shoves her legs into her denim flares and stands. She walks over to the dresser and retrieves a black sports bra.

Harry turns to her. "Okay, what do you need? What do you need my support with? Besides the house, the kids? What is it that you’re missing?

She removes her t-shirt and puts on the bra. "Everything."

“You've got to give me specifics, love. Have to help me here, at least with this. I can't read minds, baby. Believe me, if I could, this wouldn't be happening." He walks to her.

She pulls on a lightweight black sweater. "I need you to know me, Harry.” She goes back to the luggage, bends down, and zips closed the second bag. “I needed you to pay attention, to see that I’m drowning here.”

"Okay. We'll have the maid come more days during the week, and we'll get a sitter, nanny, or whatever will make life easier for you. After the three nights in Manchester, I'll devote my time to you. But I have a contract I have to do these nights in Manchester, besides it’s kind of home. We can stay at Mum’s. All of us go together.”

“It’s not just about the housework or the kids. And I don’t want to follow you to Manchester. I need you. I need a husband, a partner, not a sugar daddy who keeps knocking me up.”

“Oh, get off it. Lola's over a year old, and never do I push you for sex, not ever.”

“Whatever.” She pulls the two suitcases upright, rolls them to the door, exits, walks down the hall, and passes the three bedrooms along the corridor. She can't stop, or she'll never go; if she stays, she'll make things worse. She knows she's on the brink of breaking completely.

Harry is behind her.

They make it to the front door, and she slides her feet into her loafers. As she opens the door, she turns to him. "Everything you need to know about your kids is in a folder on my desk in the office. There’s frozen milk in the fridge.”

He reaches out, but she shakes her head. “Don’t.” She snatches her purse from the hook by the front door.

"Y/N, please, baby."

"Goodbye, Harry." With that, she steps out, dragging the luggage behind her. She doesn't look back.

[todropscience]

Chilean paleontologists have released their findings on a new duck-billed dinosaur named Gonkoken nanoi, which inhabited Chilean Patagonia in the late Cretaceous, in the late age of the Dinosaur, approximately 70 mya.

The name Gonkoken nanoi means similar to koken or swan in Tehuelche language,  the indigenous people that inhabited the region where this species was found, and nanoi in honort to Mario “Nano” Ulloa, who helped during expeditions. It is estimated that it could have measured between 3.5 and 4 meters in length and weighed between 600 kilograms and one ton.

Chilean Patagonia could have been a refuge for these primitive forms of hadrosaurs, which would have migrated to the Southern Hemisphere long before more advanced forms, and it is believed these hadrosaur may have even reached Antarctica, when it was connected to South America.

3D Reconstruction by  Christopher Chávez

Reference (Open Access): Alarcón-Muñoz et a., 2023. Relict duck-billed dinosaurs survived into the last age of the dinosaurs in subantarctic Chile. Science Advance

[cannibalsurprise]

Letter from a daughter to her disappeared-detainee dad. Circa 1973. Chile.

Dear Daddy:

I am sad because you’re not coming, daddy, I love you so so much, I’m waiting for you, because you’re good and not bad. Poor daddy. I remember you so much and I love you more.

Daddy, in school I got good grades and I study very hard, so you don’t have a lazy daughter, mommy says I have to be well-behaved and study a lot so you can come home. Lulu (her sister) and I don’t know why they took our daddy. Our mommy says that when we grow up we will understand, that now we are little and we gotta study.

I love you so much, and when you come back, we’re going out to play, with my sister we can’t be happy because you’re far away, I caught mommy crying, but she says it’s nothing. We are all sad.

A hug and a kiss from your daughter.

Little duck.

Sin perdón ni olvido.