#Gramat

[postcard-from-the-past]

Street scene in Gramat, Quercy region of France

French vintage postcard

[rherlotshadow]

Market place in Gramat, France.

[pouletpourri]

"You just have to look closely."

[danny-the-coolest]

Do you guys know respectable mexicans absolutely LOATHE Emilia Pérez and a mexican trans woman did a short film in like a week mocking it and called it Johanne Sacreblue and it's all french sterotypes and at some point it has Ladybug and Chat Noir fighting a mime in the background while the characters talk and the amount of rats in the scene increases each time the frame changes? It's important to me that people know this

[dreamsteddie]

Nancy knows what people think when they see her and Steve together these days. People mostly include Robin Buckley who, despite what they both say, Nancy doesn't completely believe isn't carrying some kind of torch for the man.

They aren't dating, but it's obvious to anyone who knows them that's what Nancy is angling for. She's not subtle, and she's not trying to be. Doesn't see any reason why she should be. But she knows what it looks like. Nancy Wheeler, fresh off an amicable but heartbreaking end to her relationship with Johnathan Byers has turned tail for a rebound with former boyfriend Steve Harrington. She's using him. She's leading him on. She's going to break his heart, again.

The truth is that Nancy has always liked Steve, was in love with Steve for a fleeting moment when they were both young and stupid and full of mistakes waiting to be made and in the end they had hurt each other, misunderstood each other, too many times to last through their tumultuous teenage years.

The Nancy and Steve of 1984 couldn't have loved each other right, but Nancy knows in her heart that the Nancy and Steve of 1987 could make something beautiful.

Steve is so different from who he used to be. There's a steadiness in him that he always tried to emulate but never fully embodied until the summer of 1985. He always knew how to make her laugh, how to get her to tap into that adventurous spirit within her and live life, but now he also makes her feel safe.

She wants to hold him the way he used to hold her. Wants to whisk him away to New York and build a life perfectly balanced between her ambition and his steadfastness. So she's putting everything she has into rekindling those embers that have always smoldered between them into a steady fire.

She just has to convince Robin that she's in it for the long haul this time.

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Robin thinks that before she met Steve Harrington her life was never so much like a soap opera.

Her best friend seems to attract danger, betrayal, and romance to him like the world is full of moths and he's the only flame for miles. It would be funnier if it wasn't so god damn annoying sometimes.

Steve doesn't know it, despite how much he insists on being some kind of love expert, but he's got two very eligible bachelors vying for his hand at the moment. She's pretty sure they both see themselves as tragic heroes in this tale of romance, but from her vantage point, it's more like two ornery cats fighting for the prized spot of their owner's lap.

Nancy and Eddie have made themselves both near-permanent fixtures at the Family Video. Ostensibly, they come in because Hawkins is still in the process of rebuilding and there isn't much to do at the moment outside of wandering the woods, loitering at the convenience store, and watching movies at home. In actuality they're both trying to monopolize as much of Steve's time as possible, each trying to lock down his weekend plans before the other.

The first couple of weeks it was funny just to watch, now the only enjoyment she gets out of the whole circus is ruining their plans. She relishes the pissed-off-priss look she gets from Nancy when she asks Steve to go to the drive-in the next town over and Robin turns it into a group outing instead. It's equally funny to watch Eddie's puffed-up shoulders droop when he can't figure out a way to say no to Robin enthusiastically asking if she can join them at the trailer to smoke up on a Saturday night.

In truth, as much as she enjoys messing with them, Robin knows who she wants to win this war. She knows too much about Steve and Nancy's past and all the ways they weren't good for each other to trust her deceptively fragile best friend in Nancy's capable hands.

Eddie, on the other hand...well she's still going to make him work for it before she throws him a bone.

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Eddie's never been one to fall in love.

He's had crushes, shared a few kisses with girls and boys alike, and lost his virginity in the same fumbling but meaningful way most teens do.

But love? He's never had that before, wasn't sure what it would even feel like.

It turns out that for Eddie, being in love feels a lot like being an overgrown house plant that's finally been moved into suitably a larger pot.

You see, Eddie knows a lot about growing up on his own. Raising himself and finding ways to survive, if not thrive, with a distinct lack of nurturing. He knows how to grow under someone, to grow under the clumsy guidance of his uncle Wayne who never intended to become a parent. And most of all he knows a hell of a lot about growing despite. Growing under the harsh boot forever trying to push him back into the hard dirt he came from.

It's something else entirely to grow with someone in the way he's been growing with Steve.

Steve who was there when he woke up, almost equally as injured as Eddie himself after a second, world saving round with Vecna. Steve who let Eddie lean on him in the difficult month of physical and emotional recovery that came next. Who helped Eddie come to terms with the new reality he was living under the way Steve wished someone had been there for him after his first encounter with the Upsidedown. Steve, who on paper should have been one of the people pushing him down, always gave Eddie the space to be himself and never tried to force either of them into a box they didn't fit.

Eddie knows he's not The Girl. He's not the one who got away, he's not the stalwart princess in one of his campaigns who saves the day herself but still gets the guy. He's not Nancy Wheeler.

But he's also not a quitter, and even if everything about the world and the narrative arc of their lives says that Steve will never end up with him, Eddie knows he would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't put his hat in the ring for the hand of the fair Sir Steve.

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Steve's not stupid.

He knows that there's something happening between Nancy, Eddie, and himself. Knows that if he chooses to look a little closer, to examine why exactly all his weekends are suddenly booked up and Robin has taken to stealing the Recese's Pieces off the shelf whenever either one of them comes into the store like she's settling in for a show, he would come to the conclusion that two of his best friends are essentially courting him in competition with each other.

But Steve isn't looking closer.

His mom always said that he was just like his father, too stubborn for his own good.

Robin says he's a control freak, pushing non-life-threatening problems off until he knows how to deal with them on his own terms.

The truth is Steve already knows how this will end, and he knows how this should end.

Because in the eyes of society, in the arc of the narrative, Steve and Nancy should already be making plans to move out to New York and start a life together. Steve should be looking at apartments while Nancy finalizes her class schedule. He should be looking into getting a job at his dad's New York office to support his future wife through her college education where they both know she'll breeze through her classes and move onto the world-changing career she was always meant to have, while Steve stays home with their children like a perfect little modern family.

And the thing is, if the story had gone like it was supposed to, if the world had been saved the fourth time around and Eddie Munson had died on the cold, hard ground of the Upsidown, that's probably exactly the future that would have happened and Steve would have never known to not be content with it. But Eddie did make it, and while Steve mourns the future he could have had, he knows it's not the one he's going to choose in the end.

Even though Steve knows exactly what will happen when he allows himself to face the ever-mounting tension between the three of them, it's scary to take that plunge.

Everything about Steve's world up until Robin has told him that what he's going to choose will damn him forever, and even if he's never put much stock into God and the church, he knows that the future in front of them will never be easy. There's a part of him that wants to take the easy way out. He's never been attracted to a man before Eddie, never had to imagine himself loving someone discreetly, and the thought of it makes his heart hurt prematurely. It would be simpler, he knows, to choose the path most taken.

But Steve has always thought more with his heart than his brain, and he knows that after everything they've been through, after all the time they've spent healing together and growing as one that he could never choose anyone but Eddie.

The time is coming for him to make his final decision, he can feel it, but for now he'll let them sit in this liminal space a little longer.

[qinchez]

sylus & greed.

sylus’ character has always been associated with a trifecta of themes: desire, control, and greed. we all have a complex relationship with all three themes in the day to day life, so i love how they are all shown in various ways throughout his story, especially when his story is very much related to persephone and hades.

greed — greed manifests in characters who seek more than they are fated to have, basically just defying fate. sylusmc have always been star-crossed lovers that are ultimately doomed from the start and that greed to define their already set in stone fate would never suffice. she is his arch nemesis and achilles heel no matter how they try to change it. she is destined to be his ultimate demise, no matter how much they try to defy said fate. this insatiable pursuit of greed can be related to love, power, or wealth — and it’s shown with sylus and his fiendish greed of his dragon self. the theme greed and dragons have always went hand in hand, to the point where dragons have become the embodiment of greed. dragons are hoarders, they hoard everything they deem precious enough, and for sylus that extended to mc. she is his ultimate treasure through and through — his hoarded collection a representation of unchecked desire and greed.

“greed can never be satisfied, but you can temporarily soothe it.” sylus is always encouraging mc to use him and to be more greedy with him because in a way, she isn’t as greedy as she used to be. when sylus met her, she’s a powerful sorceress, one that demanded everything in a whim and was seeking his treasure. yet, in this life, even though she has the resources and influence — he thinks she doesn’t use it enough. even her love for him then was never pure nor self-sacrificing, but one deeply tainted and intertwined with greed. she cursed him in his death to be the only one that can grant him his true death. he will forever be tied to her and in the end she lets that greed consume her all together.

“humans are so greedy, yet i’ve become one of them.” humans, especially in association to dragons have always been greedy and deceitful. when mc first meets sylus, he has his own connotations regarding humans, ones he is so hesitant in changing. he views them as a source of evil of sorts, only viewing his kind as an extension of their materialistic wants. to him, humans have always twisted the narrative so that dragons are the ones viewed as a source of evil, promptly leaving out the fact that they simply just wanted to exist freely, without any shackles. it’s safe to say that sylus’ emotions towards humans are extremely complex — ranging from yearning to be like them ( shown through cutting his own horns as a child, as a desperate way to fit in ), to avidly hating them for the doom they have brought upon his kind, to meeting the love of his life that has changed his perception of them, and allowed him to feel more human than he ever has. she showed him the best parts of mortality — love and connection. mc healed that little dragon that desperately wanted to be viewed for something other than the monsters humans described in their tales. he was finally able to let go of the role he was forced to play and finally recognized and loved for who he truly is.

desire & control — by definition, the difference between both desire and greed is that desire is often a fundamental, driving force of life, while greed is an excessive, corrupting force that leads to destruction. control has always been one of the most important things to sylus, one that he has actively relied on to survive. for a character who values control above all, the tether of order he always clung to has become both his anchor and his cage, a constant reminder that his sense of security is heavily dependent on the control he possesses, in every aspect of his life, especially as the leader of onychinus. it’s his own way of protecting himself after all these years of being thrust against his will by the ever-defying fate.

“driven by desire, i touch you, kiss you, embrace you, and happily accept your influence.” sylus is always in tune with your needs and desires, but not without self control. his love and desire are all consuming, ready to swallow him whole, yet he holds back. he has an incredible amount of self control. even upon first meeting mc in this lifetime—and despite the desperation that followed—he still held back, allowing her to become acquainted with him on her own terms, to trust him at her own pace and of her own accord, before he finally gave in to his desires. no matter how touch starved he was and all throughout their initial interactions and the confusion surrounding them, he would always let her initiate and take charge regarding the pace of their relationship. he is utterly powerless against her, and when mc finally gives in to both their desires, he simply unravels.

[mncxbe]

#. ݁₊ ⊹denji helping you wash after a hard day . ݁˖ . ݁ 𝒄𝒘: naked ppl i guess♡ established relationship

i can't stop thinking about taking a bath with denji after a shitty day. you've been soaking in the hot water for more than an hour now, your back pressed against his chest while you toy with his pruney fingers.

"yeah so today totally sucked" you conclude your rant, looking up at your boyfriend, searching for some sort of comfort. denji blinks a few beads of sweat from his lashes, his fingers intertwining with yours as he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "i know it was. but you're here now. i'll make it all better"

your heart melts when he gives you that goofy grin of his, all your worries slipping away and dissolving between the bubbles in the tub. you could stay like this forever, but it's getting late and the water's starting to cool so you reach for your body oil, handing it to denji. "can you wash me please? 'm lazy"

of course he can. more than eagerly. he takes the bottle from you and pumps some product into his palm, lathering it on your shoulders. his hands work wonders, soothing your tense muscles and you lean away from him to give him access to your back– denji's hands trail lower, his thumbs tracing the contour of your spine before he rubs the oil into your skin. "is this okay?" he asks hesitantly, his hands moving to your tummy.

"it's perfect baby. it feels really nice"

baby. oh how his heart leaps when you call him that. he takes more product on his hands, moving from your hips to your tummy and chest. his touch is gentle, almost reverent, his lips finding the sweet spot right under your ear. "you're so soft" he whispers, kissing your neck and you swear you're about to get dizzy. you lean back against his chest, tilting your head up to kiss him as his hands move onto your thighs.

you can feel his fingers halting their movement while you kiss. it's soft and reassuring, just a mere moment before he starts washing you again. he giggles when he hooks his hand under your knee, pulling it to your chest so he can reach your foot, causing your head to almost dip under the water. "'m sorry baby" he laughs, kissing the crown of your head. after he's done washing your other leg you get up to your knees, turning to face him.

denji's gaze flickers down to your chest for a moment and you know he's about to comment something about your soapy tits. he always does. so before he gets the chance you grab the lotion from the edge of the tub. "come on let me wash you too. it's the least i can do" you offer and how could he say no to you?

[moonlightflower-queen]

Reunited, after years have passed for the princess but only moments have for the queen.

[nubialanubedelluvia]

Who told him to slay for no reason

Special mention to whatever he's doing there

(sorry for the bad quality images)

[nex-has-gender-envy]

Till Death Do They Part ???

What is this marriage vows ??

Yes.

[themysterioustaria]

I don't think I ever posted this here! Perfect for pride month lol

[postcard-from-the-past]

Street scene in Gramat, Quercy region of France

French vintage postcard, mailed in 1909 to Tulle

[chronicallyonline101]

heeyyyy sooo guess whos rereading your fic again... its me 🫃 not the entire thing, just my fav chapters: 12 and 13, idk if ive told you this before but i love chot 12 and 13 SO MUCH because they're just so... playful? and yet angsty all the same?

anyways i wanted to talk about this line here:

the one ive underlined in red? yeah? PEAK. ABSOLUTE PEAK. i was reading and my phone caught on fire from how much you cooked here, like seriously, it's just two lines but it's so SNAPPY.

this is a line toward the end of the chapter and it follows a LONG, HEAVY conversation about mortality and abuse, for the first time we see Risotto almost cry, Formaggio gets truly, properly angry, and MC *yells at Polpo*, the entire scene is a whirlwind of emotion and then you end it so QUICKLY AND SO WELL with this line that i cant help but applaud

I love you so much please dont ever stop writing i dont know what i'd do without my comfort fic

i love you too lets kiss 😚😚 SRS IM GOING TO CRY i do think you're overhyping the two sentences a bit buttt im twirling my hair and kicking my feet THANK YOUUU THANK YOU THANK YOU I HOPE YOUR PHONE IS OKAY

4 u pookie i wont ever stop writing ❤️

[girlwhoisgoingtobeokay]

i’ve recently been watching youtube videos on ai and technology, how we’re basically controlled by these capitalistic programmes and it made me evaluate my relationship with technology.

i’ve realised i depend on it a lot. i go on tiktok quite often and search up hopecore videos to make me feel better about myself when im depressed or anxious or those niche aesthetic curated videos that make me want to have a life like that or sometimes even reddit stories that i see of someone overcoming a difficult situation.

when i watch content like that it makes me feel seen but its so short-lived, my phone is full of photos of happy quotes and motivation that i rarely go back to. im addicted to the short-time happiness that i feel when i watch, but then that wears off soooo soon and im back to my original unhappy state.

am i really helping myself? no, not really. although its nice to curate a pile of things that make me happy— it’s all digital content that i don’t ever apply to myself in real life. i have to GO OUT, i have to SPEAK TO OTHER PEOPLE. i have to DO things i don’t normally do. i have to understand that these things take TIME. its not as quick as the videos tell me, i cant magically change my life in 3 months. but why should it even be 3 months? why am i putting it under a time restriction? im gonna be living on this earth for many many many years and 3 months will come and go. i am young i am learning how to live and i will make mistakes i will hate myself again but i know ill be better too. but for me to better, the technology needs to lessen. i am “trapped” in digital content thats useless without action.

[watusingpaputok]

hello nikprice sharks. i am currently writing a rusalka (russian merman) nikolai and ex-military now fisherman price fic. idk when will i finish it but here's some of the sneak peaks.

[leona-florianova]

Wondering how much is Felvidek really funny funny in text... and how much I find it funny just because its in slovak...eastern slovak and/or old slovak dialect...and I just find slovak to be inherently quite funny ...no matter the context.

Made my brain boil at times though - the language gap is sometimes much stronger that I realize. (I like your funny words, slovak men...no clue what are you talking about but its great..)

Will have to check out the translation into eng. to see how it holds up.

* I just took a peek through some czech reviews and forums about the game, and some people were talking about how they had to play it in english... thats wild.. like some phrases are harder to understand and require a quick look into the dictionary or you have to ask your slovak friends for explanation... but damn..having to play it in eng when you are czech.... thats kinda sad actually.