#Le petit chat cafe

[thelamentknight]

Miette Antoinette

Twisted Marie from Aristocats

Female/19 (don’t know why Tumblr just suddenly makes the 19 bigger)

French Japanese

Lesbian

Virgo

Cat Beastwoman

The Middle Triplet

Owner of Le Petit Chat Cafe

Mother is a famous, wealthy Opera Singer. Her Stepfather is a decently popular piano player. She has two brothers.

Attends the Princess Fashion College that Carmen attends after the main story of NRC is over. She’s the reason Carmen knows it exists, and encourages her to enroll. Carmen clearly wanted to go, but declined because if she leaves, Grim has to go too. Miette ends up telling Headmistress Couture about Carmen and her designs, which is how Headmistress Couture later goes to NRC to bargain with Crowley about letting Grim stay in NRC while Carmen goes to the Fashion College.

Miette is a prideful, hard working gal who is passionate about her work. She holds herself with elegant poise and refined manners, putting in a lot of effort into the ladylike persona she’s made for herself. She’s a perfectionist who takes account of the smallest detail in everything, from her appearance to her works. Despite her regal attitude, she takes disrespect from no one and can be very straightforward and blunt if needed. She is not above kicking someone out of her Cafe for being to rude to her or her workers.

Her life motto is “Ladies do not start fights, but they CAN finish them.”

Secretly a huge romantic. Her dark secret is that she sometimes stays up late reading fanfic

Wants to dropkick Crowley to the curb SO BADLY

Designed and made the outfits for the Cafe. She’s the designer for the maid outfits the boys will wear as they work at her cafe.

Loves pink. Everything she has is pink

You know those aesthetic videos of girls having a 19 step morning/night routine where they use lots of creams and oils and stuff? She actually does those routines... Get rid of the green drinks and “healthy foods” though, Miette is drinking chocolate boba tea and eating strawberry shortcakes

Carries her thick planner everywhere. It isn’t uncommon to see her write in it

Loves strawberry pastries/desserts

Tends to be “fashionably late”

Rereads a Jane Austen book like once a week

Do not be fooled, she is actually super strong. She could break the spine of EVERY Savanaclaw student without breaking a sweat

[crescent-quill-writings]

Rockefeller Ice Rink

Fandom: Hamilton - Miranda

Words: 2489

Relationship: James Madison/Marquis de Lafayette

Additional tags: Fluff, Christmas, Ice Skating, Modern AU

Inspired by @ovrarches!

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December in New York City was as charming as it was any other year. It was still early in the season, but the city had already been caught up in the full swing of the holiday spirit. Businesses had been decorated with reds, greens, and golds, and the landmarks of the city were preparing their own grand displays for the coming holidays.

James couldn’t help but smile as soft snowflakes landed amongst his eyelashes. As much as he tried to keep himself from getting caught up in the chaotic festivities of the city that never slept, the little things always got to him.

Once he turned the corner and ducked into the little niche of a cozy cafe, he pulled his ochre scarf below his chin, sighing as he left the winter-chilled air behind him. He allowed the scent of fresh coffee and seasonal spices to fill his nose as he stepped into line, and it didn’t take long before the attention of the barista was focused on him.

“I’ll take a dark chocolate mocha, hold the whipped cream.” He instructed quietly, offering the barista a nod in thanks as she went to prepare his drink and he took a seat in a booth by the window.

James was quiet as he waited for his drink, watching as the hustle and bustle carried each passersby throughout their day. He was happy that the café was quiet save for the instrumental carols that provided a classic, festive atmosphere to the little café. It was pleasant, although James would never fully admit it.

Soon, his name was called and he stood to collect his drink, his lips twitching upwards at the little pair of reindeer painted on the side of the cup as he returned to his seat.

He barely got a chance to bring the mug of warm chocolate to his lips before a familiar face stepped through the door.

“Jemmy! It’s good to see you,” Thomas called, walking past the counter to sit across from his friend, taking a moment to shake some snow out of his hair before he continued, “How’s the season been treating you?”

“It’s nothing that isn’t normal,” James replied with a small sigh as he set down his mug and leaned back in his seat, “I appreciate your concern, Thomas, but you shouldn’t worry yourself over me. We’re not kids anymore; I’ve mostly grown out of my asthma.”

Thomas gave him a bit of a strained smile as he folded his hands in front of him. He was bouncing his leg; James could feel the motion slightly shaking the table and creating little ripples in the surface of his mocha.

“Something on your mind?”

“Sort of,” Thomas began again, giving James another smile, this one nervous instead, “Are you busy at all today?”

“Not particularly, why?” James knew what Thomas’ tone meant. He was about to ask for a favour, or spring some social event on him. Or both.

“Do you remember Lafayette? I roomed with him when I was working in France a little while ago,” Thomas replied, tilting his head as he tapped his fingers on the table, “He actually just moved here last month, made fast friends with Alexander and his group too.”

“And you're telling me this because…?”

“I may or may not have already told him that you could go ice skating at Rockefeller with all of us today.”

And there it was. James could only sigh in response, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose, “Thomas, you know I’m not exactly a social person.”

“I know, I know,” Thomas replied with a sigh of his own, looking down and away from James in shame, “But he really wants to meet you, Jemmy. I told him a lot about you back in France and he’s excited about this.”

“Don’t ‘Jemmy’ me now,” James muttered, turning his gaze to his mocha in an attempt to ignore the pouts and whines that Thomas was trying to persuade him with.

“Come on, Jemmy, just this once? For me? It’s only a couple of hours, and I’ll owe you big time…”

“Fine,” James relinquishes with a huff, “You better not forget about this favour either.”

He didn’t give Thomas time to respond before he stood, taking his mug with him as he approached the counter and cleared his throat to get the attention of the barista.

“Could you put this in a to-go cup?”

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 The Rockefeller Centre was busy enough any other time of year, packed with native New Yorkers and tourists alike. The holiday season only dialled up the crowds to eleven.

The Christmas tree, though it was still in the process of being decorated before its grand unveiling, still caught the gaze of the many from the grandeur of its sheer size. There were streams of people coming in and out of the stores surrounding the square, the buildings of which were all dressed up in festive colours and to market themselves for the holidays.

It was New York’s beautiful, chaotic, and imperfect celebrations were well underway.

“I still miss the South’s way of celebrating this season,” James muttered as he did his best to keep up with Thomas’ long strides while he struggled to swim upstream through the mass of people, “It’s much classier, and causes much less anxiety too.”

“As much as I agree with you, James,” Thomas replied with a shake of his head, looking down and back at his much shorter friend, “Try to keep your chin up, alright? We’re here to have fun with some friends.”

James only huffed in response, looking down at the cup he held in his gloved hands. He just hoped he’d get a chance to finish his mocha soon.

“Thomas, mon ami! I am so glad that you could make it.”

James looked up as another man began to approach them. His resemblance to Thomas was uncanny, and save for a few details of his face and the neat bun that held back his thick curls, they could have easily been identical twins.

“I always keep my promises, Lafayette, it’s nice to see you too.”

James watched as they shared a few more words he couldn’t make out, most likely because they weren’t in English, before they pressed a pair of quick pecks to each of each others’ cheeks. It confused him for a moment until he remembered something about French greetings, and then Lafayette’s attention was on him.

“And you must be le petit James! Thomas has talked a lot about you, I am glad to finally meet you in person.” Lafayette’s demeanour was sugar, spice, and everything nice.

James had to catch himself before the icy appearance he usually kept with strangers melted away. He sent a quick glance to Thomas to ask for a translation of the words he didn’t recognize, but when he received a shake of the head in response, he decided not to dwell on it.

“Thomas has said many things about you too,” James replied with a curt nod, shifting his mocha to his left hand so he could extend the other for a handshake, “It is nice to meet you too.”

Maybe Lafayette didn’t see James’ hand, or maybe he simply ignored it, because as he a warm laugh bubbled past his lips he leaned down and pressed two quick kisses to James’ cheeks.

Almost immediately heat rushed to his faced as he stared up at the Frenchman with a flustered gape, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water as he tried to find an appropriate response.

“Oh, mon Dieu! I am so sorry, James, I forgot- I was only trying to be polite. That is how I would greet friends back in France.” Lafayette quickly replied once he realized what he’d done, taking hold of James’ still-extended hand in his mitted grip as he continued to murmur apologies.

Thomas, who had been watching this scene unfold with a guileful grin, couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore, “Don’t worry about it, Laf. James doesn’t take offence that easily, right?”

In the moment James finally managed to collect himself, giving a simple nod in response as he tucked his hand back in his pocket, “Of course not. Uhm, are the others here too?”

At the change of topic Lafayette smiled again, offering a nod in response, “Yes, they’re already on the ice. I just wanted to wait for you two.”

“How sweet,” Thomas replied, giving the Frenchman’s shoulder a pat to grab his attention, “Why don’t we go grab ourselves some skates and get in on the action before they’re all tuckered out, hm?”

Lafayette smiled brighter this time with another nod as he followed Thomas to the little skate rental booth, going on to chat about something or other in his same sweet excitement.

James simply watched them leave, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he turned away to find a place by the boards where he could watch. It’s not like he had the skills to join in on the fun anyways, and here he finally got to enjoy his mocha.

He was quiet in his content as he sipped at the dark chocolate drink. It had lost some of its original heat, but it was still pleasant to hold and helped warm his chilled body. He turned his attention to the skaters a moment later, searching for the faces he recognized.

He saw Alexander and John laughing together as they ducked and wove between the other skaters in a rush to go nowhere. He watched for a moment as Burr stumbled for a moment before catching himself on Hercules, a giant of a man that looked a little out of place on the ice. Then, his gaze drifted back to Thomas and Lafayette, though he was only focused on the Frenchman.

James couldn’t help the way his lips twitched up in a smile. Lafayette’s eyes were warm, like the gentle glow of a candle on Christmas Eve. He watched the corners of the Frenchman’s eyes crinkle up as he laughed, and James felt himself mirroring the expression before he snapped himself out of his little daze.

“Get a hold of yourself, James.” He muttered, turning away as he finished off his mocha.

Still, he couldn’t help himself as he went back to watching Lafayette.

And that’s when their gazes met.

The Frenchman’s lips curled down into a frown, tilting his head in show of his confusion before he said a quick goodbye to Thomas and started to approach.

“Do you not want to join us, mon petit? I hope it is not because of me, I truly did not mean you any offence.”

“No, you’re alright,” James replied, hoping that it wasn’t noticable how his breath hitched when Lafayette touched his hand, “It’s just…”

“Is something the matter?”

James glanced away, clearing his throat. He tried to force down the embarrassed flush that tingled in his cheeks as he spoke, words not much more than a whisper, “… I can’t skate.”

Lafayette blinked for a moment, and James still didn’t look back at him before he heard sweet laughter bubble past the Frenchman’s lips. “If that is it, mon petit, then there is nothing you should worry about! Come, I will teach you.”

“I- I’m sorry?”

“I will teach you!” The Frenchman repeated with a beaming smile that James just couldn’t bring himself to say no to.

James’ cheeks were still warm with embarrassment as Lafayette hopped over the boards and held his hand, both figuratively and literally, through the process of renting and tying his skates before leading him to the edge of the rink.

“I’m not so sure about this…” James murmured. His steps were already shaky enough as he tiptoed behind the Frenchman, he didn’t know what would happen if he dared to step on the ice.

“Just don’t let go of my hands, yes? I will make sure you don’t fall.” Lafayette reassured, his words gentle and his smile as sweet as sugar.

James nodded, taking a wobbly step into the ice. He nearly slipped right out of the gate, but Lafayette was there, keeping his hands in his tight yet comfortable grip.

“See? It is not so hard. Just follow my lead, I will make sure you are alright.” Lafayette added with a soft laugh and a little smile. Sugar, spice, and everything nice.

James wasn’t sure if his legs were wobbling because of the skates or the fact that at this rate the Frenchman was going to make him melt.

He gave a small nod in response, smiling a little bit as he began to slowly glide forwards. Of course, Lafayette was doing most of the work, but he still let himself feel a little proud that he was getting somewhere.

James let his lips twitch up into a smile as he glanced up at Lafayette, and a different kind of heat flushed to his cheeks at how the Frenchman was looking back at him.

There was a gentle pride shining in his eyes as he smiled back down at James, giving his hands a little reassuring squeeze. He was nothing but genuine, soft and sweet in all his actions and words.

James couldn’t help the heat that flushed to his cheeks again and how his legs began to wobble. Whatever was left of his icy composure had long melted away, and apparently so did his balance.

“Oh Dieu!”

Lafayette wrapped his arms around James’ waist in an attempt to keep them both upright, but the Frenchman had already been knocked off balance. He fell back, landing flat on his backside with James pressed flush against his chest.

They slid to a stop a moment later, both staring at each other with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

James burst into laughter; it was all he could think to do in the moment. The sound rang clear like a bell as he relaxed against Lafayette’s chest. The Frenchman soon joined in, his own laughter a bright chiming sound that tickled James’ cheeks as it bubbled up from his chest.

“I’m sorry,” James began to speak, slowly calming down after taking a few deep breaths, “I don’t quite know what happened there.”

“It is quite alright, mon petit,” Lafayette replied, shaking his head. He was still laughing, though the chime had quieted down, “You did quite well for your first time, you should be proud.”

James smiled more with a quiet hum and a nod in response. He began to shift so that Lafayette would be able to stand again, and in turn, the Frenchman helped him back up onto his feet.

“I should repay you for doing all of this for me… Do you like hot chocolate? I know a good café that’s not far from here.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, mon petit.”

[adwdwd]

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curiosity killed the cat- 1

You took a deep breath in.

You absolutely loved the smell of the Saturday petrichor. It had rained the night before and you were out to get your morning coffee from a little shop called Le Petite Chat. You had been going there for a few years now because you love the aesthetic of the place. It was also very close to your work which was a plus. You worked as a veterinarian for both exotic and domestic animals and you had earned quite a title for yourself over the years, considering you were quite young in your early twenties.  You stared out the window and noticed dark clouds beginning to form.

"It looks like it's going to rain again..." You said aloud to no one except yourself. You sighed and finished your Vanilla Latte. You had forgotten your umbrella so you had to get home before it started raining again. The moment you left the cafe, it had started raining.

"Oh jeez." You huffed out and put on your hood. You started walking rather quickly towards your destination when you heard a cough as you were passing an ally way. You stopped in your tracks which in hindsight is never a good idea and peaked to look into the alleyway. You were shocked to find a black cat shivering under a box. Your heart melted in an instant. You began making your way into the alleyway to observe the cat. It seemed to notice you shuffled back deeper into the box.

"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you." You told it and put your hands up defensively while inching closer to the box it was hiding in. It looked a bit less apprehensive, which you took to be a good sign, so you crouched to be at eyesight with the cat. Now that you were closer, you could see how beautiful this animal was. It was a pure black cat with piercing green eyes. You had never seen a black cat with green eyes before, well at least not this type of green. It had hints of a light sea blue colour but was mostly emerald green. It was a beautiful specimen, to say the least. You had reached out to caress the raven-haired cat when it began to hiss at you.

"Shhh, it's okay, I just want to take care of you." You told it softly. You attempted to scoop up the cat into your arms but it was trying to bite and scratch you now. It bit you just enough to hurt but not enough to shed blood. You tried to calm it down but it wasn't complying very willingly. You decided just to wing it and scoop the cat into your arms. It began trying to bite you to loosen your grip.

"I'm not gonna hurt you! It'd be much wiser of you to come back to my home than to stay out in the cold." You gave it a stern look and almost as if it understood you, it complied and let you carry it to your apartment.

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You finally unlocked the door to your apartment and dropped the cat inside. You then took off your shoes and stepped inside behind the cat. You thanked the stars that the inside of your house was quite toasty. You then bent down to pet the cats head. It quickly stepped away from you and hissed.

"Hey! I just helped you out of the rain!" You told the cat as if it could understand you. You sighed and went to pick up the cat. It began hissing and mewing again.

"Cmon, I have to run a few checks on you to make sure you don't have fleas or a sickness." You said and scooped the cat up into your arms. Without your coat, you realised how wet and cold the cat was.

"Or maybe, I should dry you off first." You gave it a small smile before walking into your bathroom and placing the cat on the floor. You rubbed its fur with a towel until it was semi-dry.

"Well, little one, I still don't have a name for you. What would you like to be called?" You asked it while folding the towel and putting it in its rightful place.

"Oh! I don't even know your gender yet. I should check that." You reached for the kitten and it began hissing at you and getting in a defensive position.

"Alright, alright! I'll yield for now," You grumbled, "But I still don't know what to call you." You stated and looked down at the now calm cat. Just then, thunder began sounding in the sky. Your eyes widened and you began to smile.

"I know! I'll call you Thor!" You smiled brightly. The cat's jaw dropped (something you didn't know was possible) and began scratching the rug in your bathroom. You yelped in surprise and attempted to calm the cat down.

'Loki.' Something whispered in your ear. You turned around and grabbed your neck defensively. You could've sworn you felt a breath on your neck when you heard the whisper. You could feel goosebumps begin rising on your skin. Loki. The name resonated in your mind. It did have a nice ring to it. You looked down at the emerald-eyed cat who simply mewed at you as if it was agreeing to the name. You brought your hand down to pat it's head to which the cat complied surprisingly.

"I guess it's settled then, I'll call you Loki," You told Loki and rubbed his you were guessing it was a male because of the name head. You began rummaging through your drawers to find a flea brush.

"I still have to check you for fleas, Loki, so please play nice." You muttered and began brushing through the cat's fur. Loki began purring which caused you to smile. When you had finished you placed the brush back in its rightful spot in your drawer.

"Welp, it seems you don't have any fleas or flea dirt which is a good sign." You smiled down at Loki.

"You look a bit skinny, I'll get you some food." You got up to go set up a water and food bowl for your new cat.

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Loki began exploring the bathroom after you had left to set up his food.

'What a strange predicament I have found myself in.' Loki thought to himself. The only reason why he was in this position in the first place was because of his idiotic brother trying to help him with his "dark side", as Thor stated it. He had managed to escape his brother's grasps by shapeshifting and transforming into several different things, starting with a bird and now ending with a cat. It had been quite the tiring day, to say the least. And gods know how long it's going to take until he'll be able to change into his Asgardian form again. Perhaps he could wait until the mortal left him alone to make his escape. But, what would he do then? Go back to living on the street in the cold? He growled in frustration and jumped onto the sink.

"Okay, I'm back." The mortal said, coming back into the room Loki was in. She scooped him up into his arms and he mewed in compliance. The mortal walked into the living room and placed him down on the floor next to a bowl of water and food. Loki stared down at the two bowls.

'A-am I too eat this slop?' He thought to himself.

'How dare this mortal feed a god in such a way?' Loki hissed and the mortal made a confused face.

"I thought you would be hungry or at least thirsty." She said confusion lacing her tone. She looked thoughtfully for a moment then perked up.

"Oh goodness! Do you belong to someone?" The mortal started spewing incoherent words of worry. Loki rolled his eyes and hissed. The mortal looked shocked.

"I'm guessing that's a no? You're quite communicative for a cat, it's almost as if you understand me." The mortal stated and bent down to pet Loki.

'It's because I do understand you puny human." Loki thought to himself but, for a puny human, he sure was enjoying your touch. Loki began purring and the mortal smiled.

"I'm sorry I don't have a bed for you, I haven't had any pets of my own for ages. Feel free to sleep wherever seems fit but please, don't dirty anything," She gave him a small pat on the head before walking to her bedroom, "Goodnight, Loki." She muttered before going into her room to do her nightly routine.

'Goodnight, Mortal.' Loki thought to himself before turning around and jumping onto her couch. Now, that he wasn't distracted by the mortal's conversation he could take in every aspect of the apartment. It was quite luxurious actually. It was modern, with glass windows all around the living room, and the view from the windows was breathtaking. The living room was quite large with a small glass dining table surrounded by beige couches, complimented by house plants. There were many plants in the home, it made the place feel more lively. The kitchen was attached to the living room and the counters were all marble. Loki jumped up onto one of the counters and looked at the view. He looked down at all the cars and all the buildings. He felt a tinge of guilt in his heart he quickly shook off.

'No. What I did was right. I would've been a saviour to this realm." Loki reassured himself but the growing pain was evident. He jumped down from the counter and decided the windows did him no good. He walked over to his bowl and water.

'This will not be shameful because I am currently an animal," He stepped closer to the food and lowered his head, "I am still a god." He justified before digging in.

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You awoke by the sound of your alarm and the sun shining down onto your face. You groaned before turning over and shutting off your alarm clock. You sat up and stretched while making an inhuman noise. You quickly got out of bed and brushed your teeth and hair. You changed from your pyjamas to a pair of cute white jeans with a brown belt and a brown and white striped shirt tucked into your pants. You unbuttoned the first few buttons and rolled up your sleeves. Deciding you looked suitable for work you stepped out into the living room and laid your eyes on a black cat curled up on the couch. You smiled and turned to the food and water which he had finished. You walked over to the cat and gave him a small shake. The cat sleepily mewed and half-opened his emerald eyes.

"You have to come with me to the vet, Loki." You told the cat softly but now he seemed fully awake. Loki mewed in protest.

"You don't have to worry, I'll be the one checking on you for the most part." You scooped Loki up and placed him in your arms and placed him in a cat bag.

"It won't hurt, you have to trust me." You told Loki and he only looked up at you with pleading large green eyes.

You sighed and decided to call a taxi. You would normally walk to your work but you decided it would be easier to just drive. Loki was quiet most of the way to your work which you were grateful for. Once you arrived you thanked the taxi driver and headed into your work.

You uttered polite 'Good Mornings' to a few of your co-workers before rushing into an empty check-up room and opened your cat bag. Loki practically ran out of the bag and began mewing violently.

"Oh cmon, you're so dramatic," You muttered to Loki before petting him reassuringly, "I just need to get another doctor in here to help give you anaesthetics." You told Loki. His eyes widened at the sound of that.

"NO!" Loki yelled. Loki yelled. In English, in a human voice. You stared wide-eyed, jaw agape.

Did this cat just speak?

[duolingomasterpieces]

THE FRENCH NOVEL

CHAPTER 22: VOULEZ-VOUS ÊTRE MES AMIS? CONTINUER III

Vous être. Anna et Martin, vous cuisinez? Marc et Julia, vous travaillez? Marc et Julia, vous êtes français? Alice et Paul, vous cuisinez? Anna et Martin, vous dansez? Anna et Martin, vous êtes ici? Anna et Martin, vous parlez espagnol? Alice et Paul vous êtes anglais? Sarah et Paul, vous dansez! Marc et Julia, vous dansez? Marc et Julia, vous parlez français? Marc et Julia, vous travaillez? Anna et Martin, vous travaillez? Anna et Martin, vous cuisinez? Marc et Julia vous êtes français? Anna et Martin, vous parlez espagnol?

Alice et Paul, vous êtes mariés? Ils sont espagnols. Alice et Julia, vous êtes espagnoles? Marc et Julia, vous êtes espagnols? Vous aimez les chats? Vous étudiez ensemble? Vous habitez ensemble? Vous êtes espagnols et vous parlez espagnol. Alice et Julia, vous êtes espagnoles? Alice et Julia, vous habitez en France? Vous aimez cette ville? Vous habitez ici? Ils sont espagnols. Vous étudiez ensemble? Vous aimez les chiens? Alice et Paul, vous êtes mariés?

Mon ami. Paul et Marie, c’est votre enfant? Marie est mariée. Marc et Julia, c’est votre fils? Elle est mariée. Julia et Marie sont mariées. Mon amie Alice. Paul est notre ami. Paul est marié. Ben et son ami sont au restaurant. Mon ami Louis. Un homme maríé. Notre amie Charlotte. J’ai votre télé. Elle est mariée. Julia et Marie sont mariées. Marc n’est pas marié.

Vous lisez beaucoup? Vous allez au Canada? Vous allez au café? Nos parents. Vous avez un fils? Marc et Julia sont nos amis. Vous avez un chien? Vous êtes amis? Julia et Sarah sont amies. Anna et Martin, ce sont vos parents? Vous lisez beaucoup? Vous allez au restaurant? Alice et Julia, vous êtes mes amies.

Marie et Julia, vous voulez des croissants? Vous achetez des croissants? Vous achetez des croissants tous les jours. Une baguette, s’il vous plaît. Vous prenez le déjeuner? Les Français aiment les vacances. Deux baguettes. Une baguette et un croissant. Les Français prennent un café tous les jours. Les Français vont à la boulangerie tous les jours. Paul et Marie, vous voulez des pommes? Vous prenez le petit déjeuner? Deux baguettes. Paul et Marie, vous voulez des bananes? Vous achetez des oranges? Une baguette, s’il vous plaît.

(Translation:

You [pl./form.] are. Anna and Martin, do you [pl./form.] cook? Marc and Julia, do you [pl./form.] work? Marc and Julia, are you [pl./form.] French? Alice and Paul, do you [pl./form.] cook? Anna and Martin, do you [pl./form.] dance? Anna and Martin, are you [pl./form.] here? Anna and Martin, do you [pl./form.] speak Spanish? Alice and Paul, are you [pl./form.] English? Sarah and Paul, you [pl./form.] are dancing! Marc and Julia, are you [pl./form.] dancing? Marc and Julia, do you [pl./form.] speak French? Marc and Julia, do you [pl./form.] work? Anna and Martin, do you [pl./form.] work? Anna and Martin, do you [pl./form.] cook? Marc and Julia, are you [pl./form.] French? Anna and Martin, do you [pl./form.] speak Spanish?

Alice and Paul, are you [pl./form.] married? They are Spanish. Alice and Julia, are you [pl./form.] Spanish? Marc and Julia, are you [pl./form.] Spanish? Do you [pl./form.] like cats? Do you [pl./form.] study together? Do you [pl./form.] live together? You [pl./form.] are Spanish and you [pl./form.] speak Spanish. Alice and Julia, are you [pl./form.] Spanish? Alice and Julia, do you [pl./form.] live in France? Do you [pl./form.] like this city? Do you [pl./form.] live here? They are Spanish. Do you study together? Do you [pl./form.] like dogs? Alice and Paul, are you [pl./form.] married?

My friend. Paul and Marie, is this your [pl./form.] child? Marie isn’t married. Marc and Julia, is this your [pl./form.] son? She is married. Julia and Marie are married. My friend [fem.] Alice. Paul is our friend. Paul is married. Ben and his friend are at the restaurant. My friend Louis. A married man. Our friend [fem.] Charlotte. I have your [pl./form.] TV. She is married. Julia and Marie are married. Marc isn’t married.

Do you [pl./form.] read a lot? Are you [pl./form.] going to Canada? Are you [pl./form.] going to the cafe? Our parents. Do you [pl./form.] have a son? Marc and Julia are our friends. Do you [pl./form.] have a dog? Are you [pl./form.] friends? Julia and Sarah are friends [fem.]. Anna and Martin, are these your [pl./form.] parents? Do you [pl./form.] read a lot? Are you [pl./form.] going to the restaurant? Alice and Julia, you [pl./form.] are my friends [fem.].

Marie and Julia, do you [pl./form.] want some croissants? Do you [pl./form.] buy croissants? You [pl./form.] buy croissants every day. A baguette, please. Are you [pl./form.] having lunch? The French like vacations. Two baguettes. A baguette and a croissant. The French have coffee every day. The French go to the bakery every day. Paul and Marie, do you [pl./form.] want some apples? Are you [pl./form.] having breakfast? Two baguettes. Paul and Marie, do you [pl./form.] want some bananas? Do you [pl./form.] buy oranges? A baguette, please.)

[mysticlub]

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[zoliakv]

Femme modèle: Victorine Meurent

« On ne naît pas artiste mais on le devient. Du plus loin qu’on s’en souvienne, l’histoire de l’art a été pensée, écrite, publiée, transmise par des hommes. Et quand on est née femme, être artiste, le prouver, y avoir accès, produire, montrer, continuer à le demeurer est un combat permanent, dangereux, épuisant physiquement, intellectuellement et psychiquement. Le temps semble aujourd’hui propice pour revisiter et regarder autrement les créations de celles qui ont eu le courage de défier les règles pour assouvir leur vocation. »

Laure Adler 

S’il fallait en choisir qu’une, pour commencer cette série sur les femmes dans l’histoire des arts, j’aimerai rendre hommage à celle qui occupe le chapitre « images licencieuses » d’Amour et érotismes de Stefano Zuffi, celle dont la représentation est retenue comme la plus scandaleuse de l’histoire de la modernité. Victorine Meurent connue comme la muse de Manet ou d’Alfred Stevens, mais qui ne se résume pas qu’à ses passages dans la vie d’hommes. 

À la fois artiste et modèle, Victorine Meurent permet d’interroger la place des femmes dans les arts aussi bien du côté création que représentation. Comme Laure Adler le dit très justement, l’histoire des arts a été une discipline fortement occupée par les hommes. Le fait que Meurent ait été retenue bien plus comme muse que comme artiste n’est pas anodin. D’ailleurs, l’on peut s’interroger sur le statut de la muse.

Originellement, les muses, les neuf filles de Mnemosyne et Zeus, president aux arts libéraux. Les artistes dépendent d’elles, elles sont l’inspiration nécessaire à la création. Mais au fil du temps, le terme de muse prend un sens différent. La muse n’est « que » la femme représentée et plus l’origine même de la production artistique. La muse semble avoir perdu sa supériorité, c’est l’artiste qui lui donne le droit d’exister et non plus l’inverse. La femme est devenue passive tandis que l’homme créé, peint, inspire.

Ainsi, nous pouvons nous arrêter sur la façon de représenter une dite muse, est-elle représentée comme-t-elle ou uniquement utilisée pour sa beauté, dépossédé de son identité? 

Qu’en est-il de Victorine Meurent? 

(1844-1927)

Victorine Meurent entre dans l’histoire des arts à seize ans, lorsqu’elle s’inscrit comme modele dans l’atelier de Thomas Couture, peintre d’histoire français qui compte parmi ses élèves Edouard Manet ou encore Pierre Puvis de Chavannes.

Victorine, de par son physique atypique pour l’époque (petite et assez fine, ce qui lui vaut le surnom de « crevette ») est assez vite repérée par Alfred Stevens. 

Victorine Meurent peinte par Stevens, 1872

Par (probablement) l’intermédiaire d’Alfred Stevens, elle rencontre Edouard Manet qui l’a fait alors poser en 1862. 

Mademoiselle V en costume d’espada

C’est le début d’une longue série. Manet représentera énormément Meurent au cours de sa carrière et il se pourrait qu’ils aient entretenus une relation. Mais les gossips passent après l’importance de Madame Meurent dans l’histoire de la femme modèle. 

Là où le destin de Victorine Meurent diffère de celui de n’importe quelle modèle de l’époque c’est lorsqu’elle devient l’élément licencieux de deux tableaux de Manet: Le déjeuner sur l’herbe, 1863 et l’Olympia qui créé scandale lors de son exposition au salon de 63.

Le déjeuner sur l’herbe a une importance cruciale dans l’histoire de la peinture moderne mais vous l’avez surement déjà étudié au lycée donc je m’épargne l’analyse de celui-ci. Parlons plut��t de l’Olympia.

Manet n’avait pas pour ambition de produire une peinture licencieuse mais de representer le vrai, “j’ai fait ce que j’ai vu”. C’est ce réalisme qui en fait une oeuvre de rupture, une oeuvre scandaleuse. Le tableau s’inscrit dans les codes de la peinture classique. Victorine est représentée comme une venus.

Venus d’Urbino, Titien, 1538

La présence de la femme à droite, le chien remplacé par un chat, tous les éléments montrent que Manet s’est nettement inspiré d’une peinture classique. Cependant, les changements effectués, le fait de passer d’une figure mythologique à Olympia, pseudonyme de demi-mondaine. Le chat noir, symbole de la sexualité, de la lubricité, remplace le chien. Les pieds abimés de la femme attire l’oeil du public qui l’associe immédiatement à une prostituée travaillant dans la rue. Et la femme lui apporte surement une offrande d’un de ces clients.

À cette époque le nu n’était acceptable que s’il avait attrait à un environnement mythologique ou exotique, quel scandale alors de représenter une femme du peuple! 

En plus d’être une femme du peuple, Victorine Meurent est surtout une femme dans son individualité, une femme représentée en tant qu’elle même et non un pis-aller pour figurer une déesse, dont la nudité est acceptable. 

La grande odalisque, Ingres, 1814

Cette peinture, par exemple, légitime le nu par l’utilisation des fantasmes orientalistes. Ce qui est aussi intéressant par rapport à la représentation du corps de la femme, c’est qu’anatomiquement, son corps est incorrect. En effet, l’odalisque à une vertèbre en plus. 

Alors, lorsque Victorine est peinte telle quelle, avec ses jambes courtes et son regard fixe, comme defiant le regardeur, on ne peut qu’imaginer l’ampleur du scandale. On reprocha d’ailleurs à Manet d’avoir peint une figure pas assez jolie.

“Il y a des bourgeois qui, visitant le salon, ont voulu percer la toile avec leur parapluie, ils trouvaient cela indécent”

Eric Darragon 

Après cela, Victorine pose encore pour différents tableaux de Manet. 

À la fin des années 60, elle part aux États Unis. Elle apprend alors à peindre. À son retour en France elle suit des cours à l’académie Julian, prestigieuse école qui a formé, entre autres, Emil Nolde, Mucha, André Derain, Fernand Léger, et même Marcel Duchamp.

Elle connaît alors un certain succès, elle est accepté à plusieurs reprises aux salons tandis que Manet essuie des refus. 

Malheureusement (et sans grande surprise) seuls deux de ses tableaux sont identifiés aujourd’hui. 

Le jour des rameaux, Victorine Meurent, v. 1880

Pourtant importante dans l’histoire des arts, on a aujourd’hui très peu de sources à son propos. Elle apparaît parfois dans des fictions à la fin du XXe mais est bien trop associée à Manet ou à sa relation avec une femme à la fin du XIXe. 

Il est indéniable qu’elle a néanmoins bâti les premiers jalons d’une nouvelle façon d’aborder le modèle féminin. En faisant l’objet de diverses representations elle a souvent été représentée en tant qu’individu, au delà du carcan des moeurs qui cantonnait les femmes à n’être que des reflets d’images tolérés. Elle a entrainé une fascination qui, en dépit de son physique hors normes, en a fait une figure majeure de la transition XIXe/XXe. 

En 1904, elle est d’ailleurs sur un tableau d’André Devambe

qui ne la représente pas de façon esthétique. Ce tableau intitulé les incompris présente des artistes attablés à un cafe. Un des hommes est probablement Verlaine. Victorine, le journal L’art à la main et le coude sur une boîte de peinture est là bien représentée en tant qu’artiste de son temps et non comme “le modele de Manet”. 

Elle a réussi, dans une époque où l’art était un domaine difficile d’accès aux femmes, à exister individuellement et non comme relation d’un homme. 

Et lorsque le peintre contemporain John Behm peint Susie Maguire en 1993, il intitule le tableau Considering Victorine Meurent. 

Il choisit ce titre après s’être intéressé à la vie de Victorine et la considère comme 

"absolute archetype for the way in which [non-conformist] individuals within our society…can be misunderstood and misrepresented."

(l’archetype absolu de la manière dont les individus (non conformistes) peuvent être mal compris et mal représentés dans notre société. 

Sur cette peinture, la nouvelliste Susie Maguire “réfléchit sur sa vie et sa lutte” et apparait alors derrière elle l’ombre de Victorine, symbole alors de la femme artiste, déterminée, voulant exister pour sa propre oeuvre et non soumises aux désirs des hommes de son époque. 

Ainsi, le terme de modèle devient sylleptique pour Victorine Meurent. Elle fut à la fois un modèle posant pour les plus grands peintres de son époque et un modèle source d’inspiration jusqu’aujourd’hui. 

[noemontreal]

20 novembre

Il y a Franck qui boit un espresso simple au moins six fois par jour. C’est un expatrié français qui me salue discrètement le matin quand il arrive et qui me demande à toute heure comment je vais. Il est naturel et timide, il ne prend pas de place dans le décor du café. Il sait faire son café tout seul si bien que lorsque nous sommes trop occupées, il se glisse derrière la machine et prend une tasse particulière qu’il laisse constamment au café. Il petit-déjeune là, il déjeune là, il prend son goûter là. C’est Frank. Il y aussi Dann. Dann est un handicapé en fauteuil roulant. J’ai mis du temps à savoir ce qu’il avait. Tout petit, il est tombé gravement malade ; une fièvre lui aurait enlevé la quasi-totalité de ses compétences physiques et motrices. Il a constamment la tête sur le coté, ses bras se baladent difficilement à droite et à gauche et je ne vous parle pas de ses yeux qui ne sont jamais en face des trous… Il ne parle pas mais il comprend tout. Il arrive avec son fauteuil roulant, se place devant le frigo des pâtisseries lorsqu’il veut un muffin à la carotte ou se gare dans le fond de la salle lorsqu’il veut un café. Il ne paye pas. Il attend qu’on vienne le servir : un café au lait tiède et trois sucres qu’il boit à la paille dans son énorme mug rangé sur l’étagère. Quand je passe à coté de lui, je lui dis “Salut Dann, ça va aujourd’hui ?” Je le vois essayer de répondre sans y parvenir et finir par partir. Il traine dans le complexe Desjardins, fait des allers-retours entre sa chambre sociale et l’ascenseur. C’est Dann. Il y a tout ces latinos qui font deux/trois allers-retours par jour. Plusieurs groupes d’hommes, à vrai dire. Ils prennent chaque jour la même chose ou presque et restent souvent discuter avec mes collègues du quotidien, de choses et d’autres. Je les connais tous maintenant et ils me connaissent tous également. Betty dit qu’ils sont comme sa famille, ce sont des jeunes pour la plupart, des hommes de main du centre commercial. Ils parlent très fort, ils parlent très vite, ils parlent et rigolent constamment. Aujourd’hui, l’un d’entre eux nous a ramené un plat typique de la Colombie quand un autre commandait “trois médiano cafe de Guatemala por favor”. Bref, on les appelles “les Chamacos” mais je ne sais pas trop pour quelle raison et à eux tous, ils me donnent presque l’impression d’être moi aussi un peu d’Amérique du Sud. J’adore. Il y a cet homme qui vient entre 16h15 et 16h30. Il prend toujours un café à la noisette et un yaourt qu’il emporte avec lui. Il paye avec des pièces et me donne toujours le reste en pourboire. Il n’est pas très souriant mais, comme je sais qu’il viendra forcément, je lui mets de coté son café filtre avant de laver le Thermos de café à la noisette. Et puis, il y a cette femme qui mange son wrap au thon quasiment cramé quotidiennement, ou la coach de la salle de sport du dessus qui ne boit que des smoothies protéinés en sautant sur place comme si elle n’avait pas beaucoup de temps. Il y a cette femme qui prend tous les jours une part du gâteau “red velvet”. Il me semble qu’il n’y a d’ailleurs qu’elle qui en mange. Il faut voir la taille des parts qu’on lui donne… et la taille de ses fesses… Il y a ces clients habitués qui commencent à connaitre mon prénom et qui s’intéressent de savoir si je vais bien. Ceux qui reviennent, ceux qui ne reviennent pas. Cet amas de personnes qui, chaque jour, boit des litres et des litres de café. Et moi, à je-ne-sais combien de mètres sous terre, qui commence également à m’intéresser à ces inconnus, comme si cela avait de l’importance de connaitre l’humeur des uns et des autres. Bref, c’est ça le Café Dépôt du sous-sol du Complexe Desjardins. Ça, dont je pourrais parler pendant des heures tellement il y aurait de choses à décrire…

En attendant, la semaine prochaine, je suis invitée chez Gabriella. Elle a promis de me préparer un plat du Costa Rica. Elle tient aussi à me présenter son chat Sophie ainsi que “son chum”. Tout va vraiment bien.

[mytakeontheworld-ishita]

PONDICHERRY -LA PETITE FRANCE

The beach is calling.

Breathe in the fresh sea salt .Soak in the beautiful sights which makes you feel at peace.

Puducherry or Pondicherry.This place has many names.

Look around and you are struck with the picturesque image of France with its little cafes and beautiful streets.The heavy downpour seems to have given the place a fresh coat of paint.The clean and cool air replenishes your lungs,make you feel alive .

.First lets head out to the famous seaside promenade ,which translates to seaside walk.This is a beautiful 2 km walk alongside the Rock beach,also called the Pondicherry beach .

Cars are restricted in this area so grab your flip-flops and let your hair down because this is one path you will not regret taking.

Stop and feel the breeze fluttering through your hair.Engulf the spectacular  view.Enjoy the sea salt sticking to your face.You would feel at bliss,oblivious to everything else happening around  you.The feeling is exhilarating .

Sink our feet into the sand .Collect some beautiful seashells.Or just sit on the rocks and the waves dancing .Listen to the  sound of the  waves crashing.

A few things you are really going to appreciate is the cleanliness of the entire union territory and the culture of the people there.The people over here are super polite and are always ready to lend a hand in helping you learn about the culture and heritage of this esteemed place.

You might wanna grab a snack so head out the Aura Cafe .The cottage cheese croissants and the banana chocolate waffles will make your mouth water.Grab a scrumptious cookie or a gooey brownie on your way out.

You could have a chat with your co coffee drinkers and learn their story too.

Beside the Aura cafe we have the Aura shop. Step into a mystic portal where various concoctions  are brewing.The essential oils and incense sticks will ebb all the tension out of your body .

You might find it interesting to know that the Aura franchise is all a social initiative of the Aurobindo ashram . Aurobindo  was a spiritual leader who fought during India's freedom struggle and set up an ashram

Let me now take you over to Nehru market.The place to be for shopaholics.Be sure to have cash in hand.Dresses,skirts,shorts,culottes,candles and lights deck the streets.

Travelling in Pondicherry is a walk in the park ,quite literally !.Everything in this place is not more than 20 mins far away from each other by walk.You could also grab an auto rickshaw or rent out a bike.

Its dinnertime.For dinner I would recommend a small quaint place called Les Sauvers.(The flavors)

As soon as I enter  I am greeted with  a typical  french cafe.Tables shaped like pizza pans and a small winery too.People of different countries and continents are dining under the same roof.

Bite into the scrumptious thin crust pizza and the delightful Bruschetta .Try the amazing   cheesy Ratatouille. .Do try conversing in French with the waiters,or should I say 'Les serveurs'

To revisit the French era visit the Sacred heart of Basilica and the French war memorial

The French East India Company set up their headquarters  over here way back in 1674,dominating the entire union territory .Don't miss out the Pondicherry museum to get  a glimpse of various war artifacts and memoirs.

And now we have reached the end of our  wonderful journey.Pick up chocolates at the famous Zuka  shop or  head out to  Baker street and try some delicious baguette or pastries.

Pondicherry is a place which will elevate your spirits  and make you appreciate the little things in life. It is a memory you can always count on to brighten up your day .

[ygreczed]

I found tons of old kdfd comics in my room lately and I wanted to share them here. I’ll first talk about two of the most important and long projects I found : they remained unfinished but I’ll tell you the story behind the pics~ Sorry if it’s annoying ahah

It may interest yoy @shawn-and-aiden-frost-9, since one of them was meant to be a fic in collab with Lordess Ananda Teelorag on fanfiction.net~ Also @inazumafocus because you’re bae ~

-Le petit chat est mort- (#1)

English title would be “little cat is dead” and yes, that’s pretty gloomy and has nothing to do with the story I plotted ahah- It comes from a Renaud song, that says “le petite chat est mort, il est tombé du toi, c’est comme ça” (which means “the little cat is dead, he fell from the rooftop, that’s the way it is”).

The story is an AU : Kidou is an aeronautical engineer who almost got burned out. He decided to have a break and moved to a seaside town during autumn, where he tries to get better and work a bit because he knows the firm needs him. He goes everyday to the cafe in front of the sea and works on  construction plans before going home, and sometimes he sees a black cat wandering around : he loves cats even though he’s allergic to them.

One day he realises someone is looking for the black cat because he finds wanted posters everywhere in the neighbourhood, so when he sees the cat again, he takes him to his owner (who appears to be living in the flat below his). 

Kidou rings the doorbell and Fudou opens the door saying “here you are little piece of shit” (well, he’s obviously talking to the cat but first Kidou is a bit shocked). He tries to take the cat with him but the cat attacks him and jumps on Kidou’s shoulder, making him drop his briefcase. All the construction plans fall on the ground and Fudou sees them. “Is that a Dassault combat aircraft ?” he says, surprised, when Kidou is trying to pick up the pages with the cat still on his shoulder. “hey, can I show you something ? Come in, I just made coffee”

Kidou thinks this guy has no social skills but is curious so he follows him in.

Fudou actually is a radio-controlled aircraft maker. He’s working alone in his appartment and well, Kidou realises he’s really talented. Fudou is a passionate outsider who sells his creations online to make money (but it’s not very lucrative though). They talk and find out they have a lot in common. They see each other more and more, Kidou feels his own passion coming back after all these years thanks to Fudou’s enthusiasm and they start making airplanes together, until Kidou receives a call from his boss asking him to come back soon.

This story was important to me but way too ambicious I guess. There was an underlying context about passions and burn out. The cat was symbolizing the business world and when it dies (spoilers, Kidou feels guilty about it), Kidou decides to live for hi passion and to stay with Fudou to make radio-controlled airplanes together.

-The Great Sharp/The Great Kidou- (#2)

Do you know The Great Gatsby ? It’s a novel talking about a kind of love story in the roaring twenties. Well it’s basically the same universe, but not the same story.

Fudou was a rising star of the tennis world, a very good player meant to get a grand slam and everybody was thinking he would win Roland Garros, a world famous french championship. But actually Fudou couldn’t win and everybody turns away from him like he was nothing but an ephemeral entertainment. He falls into depression and starts drinking and using drugs before his coach (Kudou) catches him and send him in New York to meet important persons and recover his former reputation.

So Fudou is a bit gloomy and bitter when he get to hiw new house, a pretty little shack on the shore. Then he realises his neighbouris the millionaire Kidou Yuuto, the man who is giving sumptious parties almost everyday in his huge mansion.

He decides to go and have fun. At the party, he can’t see the host and when he asks some pretty women about it, they say Kidou is a very mysterious man, and rumor has it that Kidou is a kind of sex-vampire or a dangerous killer. Fudou thinks it doesn’t make sense and thinks it hides something.

So he keep going to the parties to meet the mysterious Kidou and find out his secret. He even meets a pretty girl which who he has fun and flirts. Finally, one night, Kidou appears and comes to see Fudou and his girl, and ask her to dance (ignoring Fudou, almost).

So Fudou is a bit frsutrated and follows Kidou and the girl (they’re going to kidou’s room, which is very, very dark). Then Fudou realises the girl passed out in the bed and is starting to think that Kidou is a real psycho. But then Kidou tunrs on the light and see Fudou.

Fudou asks if he’s gonna kill him and the girl and Kidou seems a bit surprised. (”What ? No...”) Kidou says “I guess she drank too much” but Fudou know she didn’t and that the only explanation is that Kidou drugged her, so he asks why. Kidou stays silent and Fudou finally says “are you... impotent ?” and Kidou laughs a bit : “Kind of”, he answers.

Fudou will find out later that Kidou’s secret is his homosexuality, and that’s why he drugs the ladies (he tells the girls they had sex when they wake up in the morning lol). And that he may be falling for Kidou.

This story was a collab for a fic but I guess it was waaaay to ambicious because we never finished it ahah.

[thelamentknight]

For a fanmade event

[playinparis]

Un petit café chez @elan_cafe @galerieslafayette On dirait qu’il était un chat sur le café, mais je pense qu’il est un ourson très chouette. J’aime bien aussi le cheesecake et la brownie 巴黎老佛爷里新开的EL&N，本只想喝一杯咖啡的，又被橱窗里的cheesecake喝和brownie吸引，就都点了，味道还不错，稍微有些偏甜。咖啡的拉花要的是小猫🐱，结果成品感觉像是一只小熊，不过也���可爱的。作为网红店，EL&N装修的一如既往的粉红，很适合打卡拍照哦！ #cafe #café #elancafe #cheesecake #cheesecakelovers #brownie #brownielovers #dessert #desserttable #dessertlover #desserttime #teatime #甜點 #甜品 #甜點控 #法国美食 #巴黎旅游 #美食 （在 EL&N cafe） https://www.instagram.com/p/CbHhYp3ooKo/?utm_medium=tumblr

[neroineofficiel]

Ukraine : il garde son café des chats ouvert pour ne pas les abandonner

il garde son café des chats ouvert pour ne pas les abandonner #Chats #ukraine

Le Cat Cafe Lviv est ouvert à Lviv, en Ukraine, depuis plus de six ans maintenant et compte beaucoup pour tous ceux qui y participent. “J’ai une petite équipe de plusieurs personnes proches qui travaillent avec moi depuis plusieurs années et sont devenues mes amis les plus proches”, a déclaré Serhii Oliinyk, propriétaire de ce bar “Les chats se sont aussi habitués à ces gens, qui aident à prendre…

[jeanetjeannepatin]

Mercredi 15 décembre 2021 à 19H, rediffusion d'une émission de la Petite Boutique Fantasque autour du film de Pascal Hérold, Jérôme Deschamps et Macha Mackaieff, La véritable histoire du chat botté (2009). Cette émission est écoutable sur Toulouse en hertzien 106.8 Mhz ou en streaming https://www.radioradiotoulouse.net/ et pour tout le reste du temps sur les podcasts de mixcloud.

Programmation musicale : 1) The swan (Clara Rockmore) 2) Ederlezi (Beirut) 3) Voglio fuori il boia (Enzo del Rey) 4) Eisbar (Grauzone) 5) Wind and snow (Grouper) 6) Perpetuum mobile (Penguin cafe orchestra) 7) La chance (Superflu) 8) Mother of a girl (Violent femmes) 9) Once that I prayed now (New trolls)

Pour ceux qui auraient piscine indienne, ou toute autre obligation, il y a une possibilité de rattrapage avec les podcasts de la PBF : https://www.mixcloud.com/RadioRadioToulouse/les-bottes-du-chat-rediffusion-de-la-petite-boutique-fantasque/

Allons-y gaiement et sans mollir !

[smoothandsweet]

Nous rejoindre

Si tu te retrouves ici, c’est que notre petite communauté te fait de l’oeil et que tu souhaites désormais te joindre à nous. Tu retrouveras ci-joint le formulaire d’inscription. Il s’agit du formulaire d’inscription pour les personnages inventés. Toutefois, si tu souhaites interpréter un de nos personnages semi-prédéfinis, il te suffit simplement de nous préciser le personnage, de rédiger son histoire à l’aide des informations qui sont à ta disposition et de faire l’une de nos mises en situation en rapport avec le personnage. Si tu as la moindre question, n’hésites surtout pas à nous contacter et nous t’aiderons avec grand plaisir. 

INFORMATIONS

nom écrire ici ; prénom(s) écrire ici ; âge 00 ans ; date de naissance 00/00/0000 ; lieu de naissance écrire ici ; origine(s) écrire ici ; quartier d’habitation écrire ici ; emploi(s) et/ou étude(s) écrire ici ; orientation sexuelle écrire ici ; statut civil écrire ici ; avatar écrire ici

SON HISTOIRE

tu peux rédiger l’histoire de ton personnage de la façon dont tu le souhaites, cependant, nous demandons à ce qu’il y ait un maximum d’informations sur ce dernier afin que tout le monde puisse le cerner. 

MISE EN SITUATION

numéro une tu viens tout juste de rentrer d'une longue journée de travail, ton ventre semble crier famine. Tu décides d'ouvrir ton frigo afin de voir ce qu'il s'y trouve à l'intérieur mais malheureusement, ce dernier est vide... Tu prends alors ton courage à deux mains et décide de faire un saut rapide au supermarché du coin même si l'envie de commander sur doordash te fait de l'oeil. Ton petit panier en main pour faire tes amplettes, un petit garçon rêvassant se retrouve à trébucher à tes pieds... numéro deux tu te balades en ville tranquillement, les mains dans les poches et pensif de ce que tu pourrais bien faire aujourd'hui. Quand tout à coup, ton oreille se tend et des petits miaulements retentissent non loin de toi, tu t'approches petit à petit de ces derniers pour finalement entrevoir un petit chat perché en haut d'un arbre, il semble être coincé... numéro trois comme tous les matins avant de te rendre sur ton lieu de travail, tu te diriges au lime street cafe où tu te commandes ta boisson favorite. Aujourd'hui, tu as décidé de prendre un peu de temps pour toi et de t'installer a une table pour deux afin de prendre connaissance des nouveautés sur les réseaux sociaux et de voir si de nouveaux potins ont vu le jour, quand tout à coup, une silhouette semble se dessiner sur la chaise en face de toi. Tu n'attendais pourtant personne...

PRIVATE

ton prénom écrire ici ; ton âge écrire ici

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Le Petite Parisien (English EDN).

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2AWPphi

by Maribug

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is twenty-five years old. She is juggling a full-time job as a self-sufficient designer, clothing and costume commissions on the side, and a part-time job as a barista at a local coffee shop. Out of the blue, a familiar man enters the cafe. He becomes a regular during her shift at the coffeehouse, and one day leaves a simple note with life-changing content.

Words: 3141, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Adrien Agreste, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Juleka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Chloé Bourgeois, Lila Rossi, Nathanaël Kurtzberg, Gabriel Agreste, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain

Relationships: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe, Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant, Chloé Bourgeois/Nathanaël Kurtzberg/Lila Rossi

Additional Tags: coffeshop au, AU, Miraculous Ladybug - Freeform, miraculous: tales of ladybug and chat noir - Freeform, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir - Freeform, adult characters, grownup!au

December 14, 2017 at 02:29AM read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2AWPphi