#Débarras

[videmaison]

https://videmaison.eu/role-des-services-de-compensation-de-la-maison/

Un espace de vie en désordre peut être accablant et bouleversant. Les objets indésirables, les meubles inutilisés et les ordures collectées peuvent transformer une maison autrefois confortable en un climat tumultueux.

[stereden]

DING DONG THE BASTARD IS DEAD

[shapelytimber]

BARNIER ÉNORME LOOSER 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Fun fact ! Michel Barnier (la merde) is the shortest running prime minister in France :D he was in power for 90 days. The second place is held by Bernard Cazeneuve with 155 days in power

[doctortwhohiddles]

Gaetz just gave up and decided to save his own skin. Good fucking riddance. Let's hope the rapist nominated for Defense does the same thing.

[a-room-of-my-own]

Sinwar est mort j’espère que quelqu’un est au chevet d’Aymeric Caron qui doit être dépité .

[bondebarras]

Les aventures de “One book a day...” seront désormais à suivre sur Bonheur Portatif (et ressembleront plus probablement à “Several books a month...”) (et seront noyées dans un flux d’annotations quotidiennes). Au plaisir de vous y retrouver, néanmoins, Philippe

[videmaison]

Rôle des services de compensation de la maison

Un espace de vie en désordre peut être accablant et bouleversant. Les objets indésirables, les meubles inutilisés et les ordures collectées peuvent transformer une maison autrefois confortable en un climat tumultueux. Pas de grande surprise un nombre toujours croissant de particuliers recherchent un service de débarras.

Cet article explore les avantages de décharger votre sous-sol et votre grenier et comment les services de nettoyage vous aident à changer votre maison. Les tâches particulières et les avantages de chacun de ces services de nettoyage sont indiqués ci-dessous.

Augmenter l’espace

Une cave vide et un grenier libre sont souvent des zones sous-utilisées dans une maison. En déchargeant et en nettoyant ces espaces, vous pouvez augmenter votre stockage accessible ou créer de nouvelles régions utilitaires. Ceux-ci peuvent devenir des espaces de travail, des chambres d’amis ou des espaces sportifs. Cette amélioration de la pièce ajoute à un climat de vie plus coordonné et plus efficace.

Nettoyer et coordonner

Changement et personnalisation

Une fois épuisés, les sous-sols et les greniers peuvent être transformés en régions qui répondent à vos besoins et inclinations particuliers. Que vous décidiez de créer un centre de loisirs à domicile, un espace d’art ou d’intérêt secondaire, les résultats potentiels sont insondables. Ce changement vous permet de personnaliser votre maison et de capitaliser sur son espace accessible.

Efficacité améliorée

Les lieux de travail collecteront le plus souvent des dégâts, du matériel obsolète et du travail administratif sur le long terme. En épuisant et en nettoyant votre espace de bureau, vous établissez un climat impeccable et coordonné qui favorise l’efficacité et la concentration. Une zone de travail sans désordre prend en considération une meilleure fixation, diminue les interruptions et développe davantage la productivité générale du travail.

Utilisation efficace de l’espace

Épuiser votre bureau vous permet de réévaluer et de faire progresser l’utilisation de l’espace accessible. Vous pouvez améliorer le mobilier, mettre des ressources dans des arrangements de capacité utilitaire et créer un format de bureau améliorant le processus de travail. Une utilisation réussie de l’espace incite à développer davantage l’efficacité et à créer un lieu de travail plus agréable.

Compétence compétente

Les administrations de nettoyage de maison fournissent des experts préparés qui travaillent au nettoyage et à l’aménagement des espaces de vie. Leurs compétences aident les titulaires de prêts hypothécaires à tirer des conclusions éclairées sur les biens à conserver, à vendre, à donner ou à éliminer. Ils gèrent le cycle avec compétence et garantissent que les choses nostalgiques sont traitées avec soin.

Fonds de réserve d’investissement importants

Le nettoyage de toute une maison ou d’un bureau nécessite un investissement critique. Recruter des administrations de nettoyage vous permet de confier cette mission à des experts disposant des compétences fondamentales. Cela vous permet d’économiser un investissement qui peut être mieux dépensé dans d’autres parties importantes de votre vie ou de votre entreprise.

Conclusion

L’épuisement des sous-sols, des lieux de travail, des administrations de nettoyage de maison, joue un rôle crucial dans la création d’un climat de vie et de travail parfait. Le nettoyage des sous-sols et des chambres hautes prend en compte l’amélioration, le nettoyage et la personnalisation de l’espace. Il transforme les régions sous-utilisées en espaces utiles qui répondent à vos besoins particuliers, qu’il s’agisse d’un espace de travail ou d’une pièce de rechange.

URL : https://videmaison.eu/

[ruemorinpointcom]

Objectif Scène

Dévoilement de la troisième édition de l’événement Les Mots Parleurs Continue reading Untitled

[where-s-all-blue]

Usopp, reading the news: Oh they are saying that the Eiffel Tower is going to be demolished-

Sanji: Au revoir et bon débarras, espèce de connasse triangulaire.

Usopp: What

Zoro: He said "Good bye and good riddance you triangular cunt".

Usopp: Oh

Usopp:

Usopp: Wait, you can speak French?

Zoro: I only understand the insults

Usopp: Oh

Usopp: .....

Usopp: How many-

Zoro: A lot.

Sanji: *ranting about how unromantic and ugly the Eiffel Tower is and how it was supposed to stay only until a fair or sort was over only for some idiot choosing to add light to it and copyright every single photo taken of the thing at night*

Zoro: Observe how the Eiffel Tower will be the only lady Sanji will ever disrespect.

Usopp: Nobody truly hates anything like the French...

[vane-writes-things]

— taste // wolfstar x oc

00 — august ❝but i can see us lost in the memory august slipped away into a moment in time cause it was never mine and i can see us twisting the bedsheets august slipped away like a bottle of wine cause you were never mine❞

pairing: remus lupin x oc (eventual wolfstar x oc)

synopsis: falling in love isn't supposed to be so easy, so hard and fast, especially when remus knows it can't last forever.

warnings: oc, some character descriptions, oc name mentioned, NOT x reader, french (some of this may be poorly translated ngl because I haven't spoken consistent french in awhile)

word count: 1.9k

marauders masterlist main masterlist

Summer 1976. 

Remus had been looking forward to this summer for months. An entire summer spent in Paris. While most would assume that freedom and adventure were more to James and Sirius’ tastes, Remus couldn’t wait to get a taste of it. He’d miss his friends, sure, without the week-long visits to Potter Manor, but they would all survive one summer, and they’d have plenty of stories to tell when they returned to Hogwarts in the fall. 

Despite often being credited as the ‘smart’ one of the Marauders, he wasn’t too proud to admit that he could barely understand a lick of the French spoken all around him. That was definitely Sirius’ department. 

He didn’t mind, though. He was too busy taking in the wonderful sights and smells and sounds of the beautiful, old downtown area he’d been spending most of his time in. 

He’d been admiring a record shop perched on one of the cobblestone corners for the last couple of days now, and finally, he’d decided today was the day to actually check it out. 

The inside of the store was dim but warm, and somehow stuffed full of shelves while still feeling spacious at the same time. It was the kind of place that the owner clearly treated more like a home than a store, the way it emitted such comforting energy. 

Apparently, though, the owner was just as possessive of the shop as he would be of his own home too. 

Remus had been looking through a shelf of records while playing absentmindedly with his wand before he realised that fiddling with it out in the open like this was probably not the best idea. But when he tucked it back into his sleeve, the shopkeeper sat up stiff behind the desk, shooting quickly to his feet and rounding one of the shelves to plant himself in front of the young wizard before he could move. 

“C’est quoi ça??” He snapped, eyes sharp and angry. “Montre, gamin! Pensez-vous que je me suis aveugle?!”

Remus blinked, wide eyed, not a single syllable of the quickly-spoken french registering in his ears. “I- sorry- what…?”

“Oh, vous êtes simple, c'est ça?? Montrer! A ce moment, lorsque j'appelle les autorités!”

While this was happening, what Remus had failed to notice was a pair of inquisitive eyes fixed on him, a tiny smile playing over soft lips as a stranger watched him from between shelves. 

She slipped out into the open now as Remus continued to stammer in protest, her movements silky smooth as she stepped up right next to him to face the shopkeeper with narrowed eyes and a defiant curve to her mouth. 

“Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici?” She frowned. 

Remus blinked at her. Had she been there the whole time?

“Ah, gamin ici pense qu’il peut me voler!”

She rolled her eyes. “Vous êtes paranoïaque, Pierre. Il n’a volé pas au qu'une chose.”

The man’s face seemed to turn red and puffy with anger. “Paranoïaque? Paranoïaque?! Et je prends vos compte maintenant, eh?? Tu es un problème, Chaereah Bane! C’est tous!”

“Et vous?” She retorted with a raised brow. “Un vieillard, aussi timbré que vos femme a lui abandonné.” 

Remus nearly stumbled when she linked her arm with his, dragging him towards the door. 

“Au revoir et bon débarras, monsieur!”

The shopkeeper yelled after them as they continued out onto the street, but the unfamiliar words fell quickly silent when the door shut behind them. 

The strange girl snickered as she continued leading Remus along, though she slipped her arm from his after a moment to produce a record as if from thin air. “Guess that’s what you get for calling some poor tourist a thief,” she chuckled. 

Her voice didn’t carry the thick french accent he’d expected. Rather something fainter, but for the most part her voice sounded more like his. But that also wasn’t the main thing on his mind right now, considering he had just watched her pull a record from thin air. 

“You… you’re a witch??”

She grinned. “Don’t sound so worried. It’s not like you were doing a good job of hiding your wand in there. Trust me, nobody notices anything strange in a place full of tourist traps.”

“I see…”

“Come on. I know a good place for hot chocolate.”

Her name was Chaereah Bane. Charlie. 

On the surface, she was perfect; with her long dark lashes, her tinted and glossed lips, her skirts that were just a little too short to be unintentional. Her only imperfection was the slice of bluish-grey in her otherwise-hazel eyes, like a piece of shattered stained glass, but even that could hardly be counted as a flaw; it was beautiful. 

But beyond that, she was chaos in its purest form. She excelled at wandless magic, which meant she could consistently break the rules of underaged magic outside of school without being caught. She really did know all the best places for hot chocolate, she changed the colour of flowers in stalls, shady vendors would mysteriously trip over seemingly nothing when she was near, and despite sounding incredibly insulting at times, her French was the most elegant thing Remus had ever heard in his life. 

It started with the exchanging of addresses for owls. 

She lived in a large apartment with her mother and uncle, who seemed absolutely wonderful from the way she talked about them, and when she showed up where he and his father were staying to pick him up, she proved the impossible true; charming the socks off Lyall Lupin. 

They met in coffee shops and parks and bookstores, talking about everything from their studies to the most questionable school rules they’d broken and gotten away with it. They recommended books and music and she made him laugh in a way he hadn’t thought possible from someone he’d known such a short time. They were the perfect pair. 

And before either of them could catch the ground slipping out from under their feet, playful glances were turning into long looks while the other’s gaze was elsewhere. Knuckles bumping together as they walked down the street turned to fingers laced together and her form tucked perfectly under his arm, hers looped around his middle. Friendly meetings became kisses exchanged in coffee shop booths and on park benches. 

Falling in love with her was so blissfully easy. How could it not be, when she was the way that she was? 

And then came that dreaded night. The first full moon of the summer. 

Remus was irritable all day long, every inch of his skin itching and aching with the approaching change. He’d decided the best thing he could do was go to the remotest area of the woods outside the city and isolate himself. It was right around then that he really felt how much he missed his friends. 

He couldn’t tell Charlie. Part of him wanted to, really, but the mere idea of the words leaving his mouth made him feel nauseous.

What if she hates me? He didn’t think he could bear it if she hated him. And how could she not?

On the phone with her earlier in the day, he knew she could tell something was wrong. Her voice was softer, her questions more calming than prying. But she could also tell he didn’t want to talk about it, and she let the matter go. 

What he didn’t know as the taxi lights disappeared down the country road behind him, and he wandered into the darkness of the woods, was that Charlie had never really let the matter go. 

She hadn’t stopped thinking about it all day. She hadn’t stopped worrying. 

And as the chill of the falling night wrapped around them both – Remus alone in the woods, Charlie worrying her lip between her teeth on her balcony – they both looked up at the same moon with a dreading kind of feeling. 

When the sun rose the next morning, Remus’ first thought was that something was wrong. 

He must have fallen asleep at some point, which wasn’t really unusual, but as he slowly regained consciousness in the space beneath the clawing roots of a large tree, he thought it was especially strange that he was under a patchwork blanket. 

Blinking, he sat quickly upright, pulling the blanket around him to cover himself. What in the world…?

Then a strange noise met his ears. It was faint, but not necessarily distant. Was that… humming?

Slowly – still using the blanket like a robe – Remus got to his feet and stepped out from under the tree to peer around. He didn;t have to go very far before the sound grew clearer, like it was right on top of him. 

Then he looked up, and his lips parted in shock and horror. The sound was right overtop of him. 

Resting on one of the tree branches overhead was the sitting form of a girl, one foot propped up on the branch she was sitting on to rest a notebook against her leg, the other swinging freely below her. She hummed quietly with a pensive expression as she spun a pencil absentmindedly between her fingers. Charlie. 

The humming trailed off suddenly, as she seemed to feel the eyes on her. When she glanced down and spotted Remus below her, a small smile curved her lips. 

“Sleeping Beauty finally rises,” she joked. “I would have given you a kiss, but you were a bit… furry.”

Adjusting her sitting position in the tree, she snapped her notebook shut and slid a bag off her shoulder, dropping it to the ground. “Here, I brought you this. You should put on some clothes.”

Remus still had yet to say a word, blinking mutely at the bag that appeared to have his clothes in it. When he glanced back up at Charlie, she had a hand over her eyes, waiting patiently. 

Swallowing hard, he quickly slipped into his dark jeans and loose knit jumper. He shuffled nervously from foot to foot for a moment before finally somehow making himself speak. 

“It’s, uh… you can look now.”

Charlie peered at him quickly through her fingers before lowering her hand and beginning the climb down the tree. 

When she finally dropped back to the ground with a small huff, Remus was observing her almost cautiously, as if trying to figure out what kind of game she was playing. 

A long beat of silence passed. Then…

“How did you… how did you find out?”

Charlie raised a brow. “It wasn’t exactly hard. Your scars, the way you avoid certain topics. I wasn’t entirely sure until I called you yesterday, though.”

He nodded slowly. “Why did you come after me?”

“Because I figured it would probably really suck to have to wake up in the middle of nowhere all by yourself after a night like that,” she replied simply, rummaging through the bag she brought. “Here.” 

She handed him a chocolate bar, and despite his confusion and hesitation, he couldn’t help the small smile that fought its way onto his lips. 

“Thanks…” His eyes flickered between her and the ground. “So… you don’t hate me.”

She looked at him like he was completely dumb. “Hate you? Rem, I’m pretty sure I love you. Which is – wow, that’s the fastest I’ve ever said that to anyone. Why would I hate you for something you can’t even control?”

He shrugged, feeling a little surer the longer she didn’t run away screaming. “Most people would.”

“Then most people are stupid,” she replied. There was a small pause before she held out her hand. “Come on. Want some coffee?”

She was so casual about it, his heart could have glowed. His smile was adoring as he accepted her hand, and she pulled him into her side. 

“Coffee sounds great. You know a place?”

She smirked. “Of course I do.”

[sleepyminty]

Bon débarras

[epine-dorsale]

Paraphes et

Bon débarras

[maluron]

merci Jean-Marie d'avoir guéri ma dépression

en crevant comme un con (bon débarras !!!)

[gentrychild]

Rest in peace Super Anxiety

Bon débarras !