#Restaurant La Traite

[gabrielaaufreisen]

Québec - eine kanadische Provinz

*Werbung" Fünf Tage verbringe ich auf Einladung von "bonjour Québec" und dem "Canada Specialist Programm" mit sieben anderen Touristikern in der Provinz Québec in Kanada. Der Winter dort hat so viel zu bieten!

Vom Canadian Specialist Program für Touristiker bin ich eingeladen, fünf Tage lang die Region Québec im Winter zu besuchen. Mit mir unterwegs sind noch sechs andere Touristiker aus ganz Deutschland. Dieser Bericht ist nicht beauftragt worden und spiegelt einzig und allein meine Meinung wieder. Bezahlt wurde dieser FAM-Trip von CSP und bonjour Quebec. Durch die Namensnennung wird es hier zur…

[shchristine]

LA BELLE VIE

Pairing: Chef!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: A server at La Belle Vie, the nicest restaurant at the Secret Springs Resort, can't keep her eyes off of world-renowned chef Joel Miller. He's taken notice of her too.

CW: 18+ MDNI!, smut with very little plot, reader is a female but no other identifying traits, no use of y/n

AN: Written for @secretelephanttattoo's Secret Springs Creative Challenge! Also my first posted fic ever! Enjoy :)

“Yes, Chef!”

You hear the muffled sentiment from the kitchen staff through the closed door to the back of the house for the first time that day. You would hear it countless more before your dinner shift was over. But it was always a soft, muted phrase to your ears, since you weren’t allowed in the kitchen. That was one of Chef Joel Miller’s many rules; 

No service staff in the kitchen. 

“This is how they do it overseas,” you heard him tell the owner once.

“But….this is Secret Springs,” Tommy Miller, the front of house manager and Joel’s brother, responded.

You knew it was going to be a busy day. Opening week at the Secret Springs resort and most of the shops and excursions wouldn’t be open for business for another week or so, so how were the early tourists going to spend their time? Eating. 

And you were right. The constant chatter of patrons, clinking of silverware on glassware, opening and closing of the creaking kitchen door, and the dull repetition of “door!” and “yes, chef!” would have your ears ringing for the rest of the night. But in the midst of the dinner rush, you couldn’t help but sneak a few glances through the kitchen door during the constant in and out of Tommy and the food runners. Chef said you couldn’t go back there, but he didn’t say anything about looking back there. Look you did, as hard as you could to catch a glimpse of him. His dark, tousled hair that got progressively messier while the night went on as he stressfully raked his fingers through the strands at any minor inconvenience. How badly you wished to run your own hands through them. The white chef’s coat stretched taut over his broad chest and shoulders, rolled sleeves revealing his strong but precise hands and muscular forearms. The scruff that covered the bottom half of his face, a small grey patch on the side above his jaw. You thought about him constantly; when you were working you hoped to attract just a sliver of his attention, and at home you laid in bed dreaming of scenarios where maybe you would see him out at the dive bar only the locals visited after a long shift, doing a shot and offering you one after watching you walk in or run into him on the beach, shirtless and enjoying some time in the sun with Tommy and his wife Maria on a rare day off. Your volleyball would accidentally roll in his direction, bumping into his legs as he laid on an outstretched towel. Sorry, chef…

As diners and filled tables dwindled and servers were cut and sent home for the night, you couldn’t help but wonder what would really happen if you snuck back into the kitchen. You and Tommy were the only front of the house staff left as the minutes crept closer to midnight, and he was in the office counting the drawers for the night in preparation for the morning bank deposit. He needed you there to verify his count, which meant you just needed to sign the log book once he told you he was done. This was a notoriously long process for Tommy, and most servers would do anything in their power to not be the one chosen to stay the extra half-hour after closing waiting for him to finish. But you didn’t mind. Not when you could stand next to the kitchen door wiping down wet dishes in the hope that Chef might walk out and throw a casual smile your way before the ever-present scowl on his face returned as he stormed into the office to yell at Tommy about something. You liked to think you were the only one he smiled at in the whole restaurant, saving the sweet gesture for the times he saw you and furrowing his brows, turning down his lips for everyone else.

But tonight, you were restless. You want to see his work; what he has touched and what he has made. You wait until you see the last bus boy make his way from the kitchen to the front entrance, waving at you nonchalantly before exiting the restaurant to grab the still swinging door to the back of the house. Giving the kitchen a precursory scan before fully committing, you make sure no one was around and step in. The kitchen was neat, kept extremely clean and tidy at Chef’s insistence. The countertops seem to sparkle as you walk quietly between the impressive appliances, making sure your shoes don’t squeak on the freshly mopped and polished floor. Shelves of fresh produce, bottles of oils and sauces, and expensive cooking utensils line the walls. Towards the back of the room is a large, steel door. You make your way over and reach for the handle, twisting it and pulling the door open. It makes a small but high-pitched creak causing you to wince and pause momentarily before walking in, electing to leave the door open in case it makes the same noise when being closed. The cold air of the refrigerated room rushes you, causing a shiver to run down your spine and goosebumps to cover your skin. The walk-in, duh, you think to yourself as you peruse the shelves. Labeled containers are stacked neatly together, a piece of tape stuck to the front of each with scribbled green onions 7/3 or puttanesca tomato sauce 7/1 facing outward. Was this his handwriting? You reach out to lightly graze the tape with your fingertip when the door to the freezer slams shut behind you, causing you to jump and pull your hand down in a hurry before turning. A gasp escapes your lips when you realize that Chef was there, standing in between you and the now-closed door. His eyes are dark and jaw clenched tight as he observes you.

“What are you doing?” he asks, arms hanging loosely at his side. His chef coat was unbuttoned at the top, a sliver of skin and chest hair peeking over it. 

“I…uh,” you sputter, unable to get any words out while still processing his presence, “I…”

“You,” he interrupts, “are not supposed to be back here.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just wanted to look.”

“Get out,” he spits. You put your head down, looking at the floor as you try to walk past him to reach the door. But he doesn’t move out of your way. He stands in place with his eyes stuck to you as you turn sideways, facing him to try and slip between him and the shelves. Your chest underneath the soft cotton apron brushes against him and he reaches out suddenly, grabbing you by the arm above your elbow and turning to face you fully.

“You’ve been watching me,” he states plainly.

“Yes,” you answer, even though you knew it wasn’t a question. He leans forward, his hot breath tickling your ear as he speaks.

“I’ve been watching you, too. Have you noticed?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer before leaning back, eyes scanning your face for any sign of apprehension. You look up at him through your lashes, eyebrows raised and mouth neutral. He smirks.

“Get on your knees.”

You do as you’re told, fighting the urge to whisper yes, chef. You don’t think he would appreciate the joke in the moment. You reach up slowly, taking the button of his pants gingerly between your fingers in case he changes his mind or swats you away. But he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches down as well to un-do the bottom buttons of his chef coat and pull the now-loose flaps behind his back. You unzip his pants and reach inside to pull him out of his boxers. The feeling of his smooth skin sends a ripple of anticipation up your neck, but the sight of his large cock causes your eyebrows to shoot up. The shaft is both long and thick, ending in a plump head. You waste no time wrapping your hand around it to give his member a few slow, gentle pumps. 

“Don’t tease me,” he grunts from above you, “put your mouth on it.”

You do, using one hand to guide the hardening member into your mouth and the other to steady yourself against his thigh. You feel his fingers gently thread through your hair as your tongue touches the underside of his cock for the first time. He sighs, his hips surging forward involuntarily. You swirl your tongue up his hardness and around the head, tasting the precum collected there before wrapping your lips tightly around him. Sucking him further into your warm mouth, you inch forward until your nose hits the skin and pubic hair above his cock.

“Fuck yes,” Joel stutters out when he feels his tip hit the back of your throat. His hands slide down to cradle the back of your head with both of them before pressing his hips forward just for a moment. You gag around him, a thick line of saliva trailing from your tongue to his cock when he pulls all of the way out. “God that’s hot.”

Your lips chase after his member, sucking your cheeks in once it’s back inside of your mouth and beginning to bob your head back and forth on him. His fingers tangle in your hair and he throws his head back with a groan, causing you to let out a whimper of your own.

“You like that? Bet my fat cock down your throat is gettin’ you all wet, isn’t it?”

Mhmm you moan around him as you continue your movements, the vibrations causing him to let out another deep grunt. He pulls himself out of your mouth abruptly, grabbing you by the shoulders and yanking you up to your feet. “Gonna make me come too quick.”

He looks into your face for a moment, finding lips plumped and red and eyes big with anticipation. His lips crash into yours, the kiss wet and sloppy as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Your arms reach up to grasp at his large biceps, squeezing there as his hands slide around your back to untie the apron you’re still wearing.

“Anyone could walk in,” you say breathlessly as his lips make their way from your jaw down your neck. You knew it was only the two of you and Tommy left in the restaurant for the night.

“But they won’t,” he murmured into your skin, “Most of the people here listen when I make rules.” His hands make quick work of both your pants and underwear, pushing them down hastily and grabbing at your ankle to motion for you to step out of them before grabbing your ass in both hands and lifting you up to rest on the edge of the shelf behind you. The cold metal against your skin causes you to gasp and jerk your hips forward. He uses the closeness to reach down and swipe a finger through your exposed folds, collecting the wetness that has pooled between them. 

“Knew it,” he says before pulling his hand away and spreading the wetness down himself. You watch as he lines himself up to your entrance, gripping your thighs and spreading them as far apart as they’ll go before he sinks into you. Your breath hitches at the stretch, closing your eyes and moaning loudly when he bottoms out. He sets a merciless pace from the beginning, quickly rutting into with long strokes as his hands keep their rough grip on the back of your thighs. The freezer echos with the sounds of skin slapping on skin, his deep grunts and your breathy moans.

“This what you wanted? What you thought about every time I saw you trying to look in the kitchen door?”

“Yes, chef,” you whimper, lost in the feeling of his firm thrusts and the cold air surrounding the two of you. Your eyes snap open, widening to see his expression at the slip-up. Instead of stopping like you thought he might, he smirks at you, picking up his pace.

“Say it again,” he urges, his hands squeezing into the skin of your thighs so roughly he was sure to leave red marks indented there for days.

“Yes chef, yes chef, yes chef,” you whine as you bounce up and down at his incessant pounding into you. He groans and reaches one hand out, grabbing on to the shelf behind your head for leverage. His other hand remains on your thigh to keep you in place. 

It doesn’t take much longer for your climax to creep up on you, waves of pleasure spreading slow and warm through your lower back and thighs. The roughness of his thrusts are both exciting and overwhelming you. You can’t help but moan louder as your body tightens. Joel isn’t much better off, his movement becoming erratic and rushed. Your legs tremble as your orgasm washes over you, arms reaching out to clutch at his shoulders and head thrown back with eyes clamped shut. Your cunt pulses tightly around him, causing his grip on the shelf behind your head to slip. He recovers, groaning and grabbing harshly at your still-clothed breast as he comes undone inside of you. His thrusts slow before stopping completely, the warmth of his release spreading through your lower half. But the sensation is short-lived as Joel pulls out of you, causing a gush of his release to follow and fall to floor. He watches with tired eyes, wiping the thin sheen of sweat that has covered his face and neck as his breathing returns to normal. Panic spreads through you at the prospect that Tommy may be done counting the drawers and looking for you and you bend forward to pull your underwear and pants up. You watch out of the corner of your eye as Joel does the same, adjusting his pants and shoving himself inside before pulling up the zipper. On unsteady feet you softly push past him, making your way to the door of the walk-in and try to smooth your clothing and apron out as much as possible before exiting.

“Hey!” Joel calls out your name, causing you to stop and turn sharply. Maybe he was going to ask you what you were doing this weekend or for your phone number, even though you knew he could get it from the directory Tommy kept. 

“If you want to keep your job, don’t let me catch you back here again.”

[dicentsalve]

AGAIN i know your not a hc blog but your takes are great so ill try to ask 😭 What do you think la unita members think of each other? Do they get along?

Nothing should hamper your thoughts, in my blog I do whatever I want, and you can ask whatever you want 🫵🫵🫵

And thanks 🧑‍🍼

This is actually a good question and I have noticed that different authors have different approaches to it.

I'll say in advance that there won't be Tiziano×Squalo here, since I've talked about them in detail before here, and in general everything is clear with them.

I will also note that I am more inclined to think that these guys have not seen each other that many times over the entire time. Yes, they are a team, but I think they are simply not interested in any close contact with each other, because they are either separated or have too high an opinion of themselves.

Also, they each have a lot of character and job conventions that can prevent them from establishing contact

So this is more of an assumptions and speculations based on headcanons and canons.

I will also rely on how they were shown in the manga, since in the anime there are still noticeable differences in behavior and emotions. 

● Carne × Tiziano × Squalo

My eye has long been caught by the fact that Carne wears a headband, just like the naval bffs, which seemed like an interesting coincidence to me at the very least.

I like to periodically imagine them sitting at home, sipping a glass of wine while chatting, playing board games, or watching a TV series (with subtitles, of course).

Carne is calm, silent, unhurried and slow, simply the ideal _interlocutor_ for Tiziano.

And even though Squalo is the complete opposite, I am inclined to assume that his environment, given his ardent and wild character, simply needs calm people, such as Tiziano and, accordingly, Carne.

And considering my early headcanons, Tiziano knows sign language, Squalo only some basic elements

I generally think that Carne could find a common language with anyone (at least with Unita)

● Squalo × Secco

If you think about it and draw some parallels, these two have similar traits: they are both wild (not literally), emotional, proud, hot-tempered and have a person to whom they obey (Let's be honest, leaving aside the anime adaptation, even in the manga Squalo acts as a tool, which, roughly speaking, Tiziano controls)

However, all these similarities will become an obstacle

In addition, it is quite possible that Squalo simply will not take Secco seriously due to his position and the conduct

Considering them as a combat duo, their stands can be quite good and even dangerous:

Clash is very limited in his movement by the presence and size of the liquid

And what does Oasis do? Turns solids into liquid (yes, his card says "into mud", but it is unlikely that you can swim in mud THAT way)

● Tiziano × Secco

Tiziano is obviously not the kind of person Secco is used to dealing with

However, I think even in this case they will not find a common language

I think Tiziano will just get tired of him

And in general he gives the impression of being a rather squeamish person, and Secco is clearly not the most clean or civilized

As a fighting duo they are also complete crap

Not only because of the stands, but also as partners they will not work together

● Tiziano × Cioccolata

(Fan fact, there is a fic about CioccoTiz on ao3)

I think they would have found common topics for conversation (but not right away), even more, I can easily imagine them sitting somewhere in a restaurant and discussing topics related to human physiology and psychology (Cioccolata understands this as a psychopathic doctor, and Tiziano because of the work of the stand)

Besides, Tiziano is calm and calculating, Cioccolata, outside of triggers, also maintains a cold professionalism

Moreover, mutual respect may even develop between them

However, Tiziano would be irritated by Cioccolata's quirks and passions, which he would definitely voice in all colors

I would also like to point out the fact that, despite the self-control demonstrated to us, Talking Head is a chaotic and, in fact, chaos-bringing stand

And if the stand is the personification of the owner's soul, then this makes Tiziano a little more similar to Cioccolata (I hope it's clear in what sense)

It is also interesting that they both tend to invade other people's personal space (at least in their own circle)

But I am inclined to think that Tiziano would not let an old crazy surgeon who, instead of drinking coffee in the morning, picks around in people's (or his own) insides get so close to him

As a combat duo...

Talking Head needs a combat, preferably tanking stand

Green Day is essentially the same support

● Squalo × Cioccolata

If we consider their company and additionally Tiziano, then, on the whole, they could have a good time, but Squalo would consider Cioccolata more superfluous in his company with Tiziano

I touched on the fact earlier that Squalo has certain similarities with Secco.

However, these similarities are not enough for them to get along, let alone cooperate.

Squalo also isn't the kind of person who will obey, and especially so openly, another person

He's certainly quite calm and cool, but more likely to let loose when Cioccolata opens his mouth.

But when Squalo is a little more deeply immersed in Cioccolata's background, he will significantly limit his statements (but will tell about it to Tiz)

Clash would simply grab the victim and either drag them down or teleport them to a lower level to fulfill Green Day's condition

As a fighting duo they have potential, which will depend on whether Green Day will influence the Clash

If we take the option that the mold will not touch the Clash, then this makes his contribution similar to Oasis

And now, based on their bloodthirstiness, they could, if not become friends, then find common topics for conversation (But Squalo would quickly merge, yielding to Cioccolata in bloodthirstiness)

● Cioccolata × Secco

Let's go 🏃💥💥💥

I won't even think of ignoring them and will use the chance to discuss their ambiguous dynamics

Secco is a very interesting specimen overall, the changes in behavior of which are only phantom

Secco also has obvious, genuine speech problems, and Cioccolata is clearly more erudite in this area.

The demonstration of his 'true' attitude occurs both in close proximity to strangers and in close proximity to Cioccolata

However, in spite of this, in private he is genuinely happy when he receives a simple message from Cioccolata

For what?

Also, despite the fact that they are both extremely unstable psychologically, Cioccolata is the key to stability and security for Secco (which he himself ultimately says)

In addition, one cannot rule out the possibility of developing Stockholm syndrome.

Besides this, Cioccolata himself also obviously has an attachment, albeit unhealthy, to Secco, who became a new and unexpected experience in his life.

Secco is a proud and self-assured bastard who at the same time willingly caved in to a man whose stand, if you think about it, is pretty easy to confront (especially for Secco, who is not affected by Green Day???)

He is also not an idiot and apparently understands Cioccolata well enough to know what and how to do to gain his approval and other feelings or emotions

In general, the details of their acquaintance would explain a lot (no, there are not enough of them in the anime), but for now this is a dependent relationship, not only beneficial to both of them, but also necessary both in work and psychologically.

We can't at least rule out the fact that Cioccolata did something to him and why the hell he even left him alive (the anime points out their similar views, but how much? How did Secco show it? Besides, that makes them an even better duo)

I'll say one thing for sure: Secco doesn't see anyone as a leader except Cioccolata.

I can't talk, so you'll have to figure out these shitty notes yourself.

I hope I got the main idea across

● Cioccolata × Carne

I know a couple of people who love this duo aaaand I can generally understand why.

If you think about it, even their stands are similar in essence, since they absorb living organisms.

I think they would get along quite well, not only because Carne is a good listener, but also (given the demonstrated attitude by Carne towards his own stand) they might share certain interests.

Moreover, Cioccolata could very well know sign language.

Also, given the work of Notorious B.I.G, which I touched on in more detail earlier, Cioccolata would not have missed the opportunity to take advantage of this

And Carne, I think, would not have minded much.

● Secco x Carne

They will sit in silence

[punkeropercyjackson]

Percy having overt supernatural traits is stupid and overdone and dosen't make nearly as much sense as his profiling and other mortal world experiences coming from him just being black,autistic Percy is the best freaky weirdo Percy

Special interests in blue,anarchy,the sea,cats,kidcore,energy drinks,child care and the Superfam

No masking game and self-diagnosed because he dosen't fall under any stereotypes despite blatantly dysplaying every single audhd/autism symptom

Transfem nonbinary/bigender with he/she/they pronouns and Percycore neos because of the overlap between transfems and autistics and her canon nonstop defiement of traditional manhood

Solarpunk out of being the daughter of Poseidon and the son of enviormentalist queen Sally Jackson and their black autistic experiences making them turn to punk culture

Blue safe food,knows how to diy things that don't even exist,Riptide and a shark plush and her battle jacket comfort items,goes on petty crime sprees and to underground parties and shows and charity events and protests and thirft stores and cat cafes and goofy gimmick restaurants/arcades,plays exclusively free and secondhand games on anti-capitalist principal,needs layers for sensory reasons,had Sally do his piercings(eyebrow,tongue ring,spider bite and forward helix on both ears)out of nerves at seeing a stranger for them,has a vegetable garden at home,a meowing vocal stim and raptor hands as her posture 50% of the time

Dresses earthy/afropunk with mostly dark/mute colors but splashes of pastels and slap-ons of their special interests(example:Dead Kennedy's shirt,sea blue dyed shawl,battle jacket on top,long chunky skirt with a silver chain,black doc martens,spiked bracelets,a necklace with a Rainbow Dash pendant and mix and match rings that range between edgy to cutesy)

Carries around a blue backpack full of essentials,emergency things and fun stuff like motivational stickers which regenerates and was a gift from Hestia he nicknamed 'The Backhomepack'

If i may have a selfshipper moment,him and my Pjo s/i Lex are autistic4autistic dominican4dominican black4blasian punk4punk and transmasc4transfem and childhood best friends to lovers since Tlt to Boo and Tales of Dead Seas/Tods is the one year later Hoo sequel spanning four years and four books aka the autism book series.Also Percy has a sparkly pink sunflower charm Lex diy'd to give him to represent them that's his favorite and Lex has a whole collection of blue diy'd gifts he made for them!!They do everything together because they have the same tastes on most everything and are willing to try out literally anything for the other <3 Perlex is real y'all

Never goes to college because school is too hard on his brain now and works at a beach cafe i.e the family bussiness La Familia Jackson Beach Shack opened up by Sally

Sally is allistic but genuinely a good parent and very understanding of Percy's needs from the get-go,as in before they even knew he's autistic and her being trans herself and a comphet stud to boot probably explains it

Autism spectrum trio with Nico and Hazel and is their intergenerational best friend,found eldest sibling,pseudo-parent and punk mentor and she also harrasses Poseidon for money for Nico's chronic pain meds and mobility aids and supports Hazel's love for art(and girls,as it turns out)and talents(her rizz goes hard)in every way she can and convinced them to attend the Special ED school she was supposed to years ago

Sally was going to enroll her in it when she was 9 but Percy overheard the phone call and melted down so hard because her internalized ableism was already so bad that Sally never spoke of it again but they both still regret it to this day,mourning what could've been

Percy ends up powering through and going to visit it for Hazel's first of many art showcase's and to bring Nico's Mythomagic Club blue s'mores

[dykeboi]

Blaise Drummind, b. Liverpool, 1967. Gewaltige Raume Unerschlossenen Landes [Immensité des territoires inexplorés], 2007. Huile et collage sur toile

Blaise Drummond peint un symbole réalisé par le Corbusier 'Unité d'habitation de Marseille, dans un espace vierge et blanc avec au sol des tâches de couleurs. Une phrase en anglais rythme la façade: [Parfois je fais ce rêve où nous découvrons des pièces supplémentaires dans notre maison, comme une aile secrète. Elles sont presque d'élabrées mais ont un grand potentiel pour un projet d'extension et de restauration Un nuage beige, fait d'un morceau de couverture, surplombe le bâtiment et semble perturber la quiétude du paysage. Cette ceuvre est l'illustration parfaite des préoccupations de cet artiste anglais installé en Irlande, sur la rupture entre habitat et nature, l'homme et son milieu. En reprenant les emblèmes iconiques de l'architecture moderne, Drummond traite de la contradiction entre l'utopie moderniste, son industrialisation et les nouvelles conditions de vie assujerties.

Blaise Drummond paints a symbol made by Le Corbusier, "Habitation Unit of Marseille", in a blank white space with colored spots on the ground. A sentence in English punctuates the the facade: "Sometimes I have a dream where we discover these extra rooms in our house, like a secret wing. They are pretty dilapidated but have good potential for a sort of restoration extension project." A beige cloud, made from a piece of blanket, hangs over the building and seems to disturb the peacefulness of the scene. This work is a perfect illustration of the concerns of the English artist based in Ireland, of the rupture between habitat and nature, humankind and their surroundings. By reclaiming the iconic emblems of modern architecture, Drummond addresses the contradiction between modernist utopia, its industrialisation, and the new conditions of life subject to it.

[myloveforhergoeson]

October 2nd

Prompt: Apparition

Having the Palm Woods Hotel right smack dab in the middle of Los Angeles afforded the band, their assistant, and friends no shortage of things to do and places to explore. For instance, Big Time Rush had recently discovered a discount movie theater a few blocks from their apartment building, where on Wednesday nights, it was practically cheaper than dirt to catch some old out-of-traditional-theater classics.

Since the air in LA was growing cooler, the chill of October beginning to seep into every little crack of the city, the discount theater had begun a run of older, spookier films; The band and their friends had decided to take advantage of this fact, snagging some last-minute tickets to The Sixth Sense.

As someone with the actual sixth sense, it was hard for Roxy not to take the movie as a comedy. She had to remember to snuggle into her boyfriend's arm at all the scary twists and turns, instead of laughing so hard soda squirted out her nose. But, seeing a movie with James as her boyfriend for the first time was nice - There were plenty of excuses to be all up in his personal space, and the darkness of the theater provided some nice coverage for covert kisses... Until James actually grew interested in the later half of the film.

Judging by the claminess of his hand as she clasped it in hers, he'd been sufficiently spooked by the end. This trait seemed to have affected a few of the other boys and Camille as well, leaving Jo, Kendall, Stephanie, and Roxy to criticize the cheesiness of the film as they made their way home that evening.

Smog hanging thick over the city skyline made it hard to see both the stars and moon as the teens headed down Hollywood Boulevard. Normally, this street was full of hustle and bustle as tourists took a walk down the Hollywood Walk of Fame, dined in the dozens of both chain and local restaurants, and took advantage of all the tourist attractions lining both sides of the street, but it was getting to be almost midnight now, so most of the businesses were either closed or on track to very soon.

That left the band of teenagers mostly to their own devices, chatting about this and that as they passed the darkened shop windows and the last stragglers trying to find somewhere to hunker down for the night.

James' jacket and arm were wrapped around Roxy's shoulders as she listened to her friends chatter on, so grateful for an evening where they got to hang out all together, forget about the stresses of their unconventional jobs, and feel like "normal" teenagers for the first time in quite a while. She pressed into his side as they rounded the corner to take them off the main road and back to the Palm Woods, stealing as much of his body heat as possible.

Crash!

The sound of a glass bottle being smashed against the rocky asphalt underfoot rang out from an alleyway they walked past; All of the hair on Roxy's arms stood. Not a good sign at all.

"What was that?" Carlos wondered aloud, the first of the group to stop and peer down the dimly lit space. Though the entrance seemed to be quite wide between two taller buildings, as they all paused to look, the lines of walls seemed to go on forever and ever, narrowing but never-ending.

It took everything Roxy had in her not to shout, "Back!" the moment Kendall took a step forward, squinting as his eyes scanned the area, attempting to figure out where the sound came from. She was beginning to grow nauseous, needing to hold onto her boyfriend a bit tighter to keep her balance.

"Probably nothing..." The blond replied, hand still clasped in Jo's before she pointed to a dumpster on the side of the alleyway.

"No, look there!"

As everyone followed her finger, they all noticed a large, black dog clawing into one of the trash bags at its base. Its growls were loud enough to be heard even though they were quite far from the animal.

Every part of Roxy's brain was screaming at her to flee immediately, but there was no way to communicate this to her friends without raising suspicion of both herself and the creature.

Camille's arm fell from where she was hugging Logan's waist, facial features drooping. "Aww, poor thing. It must be so hungry."

"We can call animal control when we get home," Roxy tried, tugging on James' arm to try and get her friends moving again. She had no idea what they could be up against, but her mind was fluttering somewhere between the scale of werewolf and hellhound. Neither were good options, nor were nay of the ones in the middle, if they were to get caught with the hungry creature. "They can come take care of it."

If James sensed her unease, he didn't show it. "And just take it to lock it up in the pound? That's horrible!"

"Well, we can't take it home with us! No pets at the Palm Woods," Stephanie reminded them, gripping the straps of her cross-body bag.

"Yeah, but is it worse to leave it here where it can run out on the road and get hit by a car or something?" Logan asked, genuinely, turning to his friends with wide eyes.

Oh, that thing is definitely making it out of a car crash... The person behind the wheel... Not as likely...

The witch needed to do something, and fast before the dog noticed them, but there were too many eyes on the creature for her to make any kind of move. Silently, she racked her brain for anything she could think of to drive the beast away from them covertly, without adding to the strangeness of the situation.

As she looked to the sky for help, it was just her luck the fall clouds had parted, granting her full view of the gorgeous, bright crescent moon above them.

Bingo.

"Woah... Check out the moon!"

Though she couldn't think of any astrological phenomenon that would explain why the sliver of the visible satellite planet was so cool, she saw her friend's heads snap up at her words, pulling their attention from the dog-like creature for a second. With a wave of her hand, a conjuration of amber-colored sparkles shot down the alley, lighting its path like the flame of a candle, before stopping in front of the creature, and forming in the shape of a large man.

Had she traded enough of her energy to make it look like a real man, she'd probably pass out on the spot, so she'd settled for a shadow-like figure appearing by the dumpster to spook the animal.

Her figure raised its arms above its head, lunging in toward the dog and it let out a nasty bark before tucking its tail and running in the opposite direction from the teens down the alley.

It was just her luck Carlos chose that exact moment to return his attention to the dog, trading his view of the moon for a view of the shadowed apparition in the middle of the alley.

"Uh... Guys.." He started and Roxy hurriedly waved her hand again, heart pounding in her chest as the figure disappeared. "Did anyone else see the shadow figure or was it just me?"

Now everyone was looking at Carlos, trying and failing to contain their laughter at his question. Though she felt bad for contributing to the teasing, Roxy needed to blend in despite the blood rushing to her ears, and he was perfect to toss the attention to at this point in time. How had he sensed the figure was there so quickly? It was only present for a few split seconds...

It seemed as though the creature was all but forgotten by the other teens in a matter of moments.

"Don't tell me the movie got into your head that much," Stephanie grinned. Tucking her arm into his, the director was the first to start moving in the direction of the Palm Woods. "There's no such thing as ghosts!"

"No, Steph, I swear-" The boy tried to defend himself, but his friends' amusement only grew. "Something was right there-"

Carlos didn't get another chance to defend himself as the group continued on, vowing they wouldn't take him to a scary movie so late at night ever again.

[watatsumiis]

Some Pantalone headcanons <3

Some of my personal headcanons for Pantalone below the cut since my dash is flooded with him at the moment (as it should be)

Content warning for intrusive thoughts, mentions of skin/hair picking/pulling, compulsions, possible disordered eating.

Disclaimer: I write Pantalone as having OCD in this, please be aware that these traits aren't shared by everyone who has OCD, this is a set of headcanons that I have made based on personal experience and research, not a diagnostic list or a generalisation.

Pantalone has OCD - though he masks very well and keeps up his cool, unphased charade when around others, spending any significant amount of time around him and observing his behaviours makes it fairly clear.

He struggles quite badly with skin picking especially, his arms and shoulders are marked with faint scars, as well as his face, but he uses makeup to conceal it. This habit is a bit part of the reason why he wears gloves, so that it's harder for him to do so. He can sometimes get snappy with people who try to verbally remind him not to pick, but his anger is more directed at himself than anyone else, he just projects it outwards as a way of hiding his insecurities surrounding his struggles.

He twirls his hair absently, and occasionally may pick at his eyebrows or eyelashes when he's extremely stressed and overwhelmed. Sometimes he ends up with a tangled, matted fringe just because of how much he pulls and twirls at it.

Pantalone struggles back and forth with the way he views people like cleaners and cooks - logically he knows they are their own people, with their own families and quirks, but there's some part of his brain that just can't cope with that. He needs the 'relationship' to be purely transactional, almost clinical in nature - he can't know anything about the people who do those sorts of jobs, or else it just gnaws at his mind and wears on him until he has some kind of breakdown thanks to it. The more detached the worker, the better he copes. He doesn't know the name of his personal chef, or the person who cleans his quarters, and he likes it that way. He pays them handsomely and makes sure they're treated well, but no more than that.

His food needs to be prepared a certain way, by a certain person. He dislikes cooking for himself since it takes an obscenely long time due to the fact that he gets caught up with hygiene. He only trusts a small handful of restaurants, and sometimes he'll send subordinates in to scope out kitchens in places where he'll be staying. If they don't meet his standards, or he has an 'off' feeling about them, he'll bring his own food, which often ends up with him living off of preserves when he's on long trips where he can't bring his personal chef.

Observing closely, a fair amount of his rituals and compulsions can be traced back to his poor upbringing - he's picky with food due to repeated bouts of food poisoning due to poor quality ingredients and cooking conditions when he was young, he can't stand uncleanliness thanks to sicknesses caused directly by bad living conditions, he's strict when locking doors and windows due to repeated break-ins when he lived in a poorer neighbourhood.

He has a 'circular' way of sorting and working on things, he can work on a lot of papers at once, they just have to be in the right order, so he can flit in a clockwise direction through them all, switching seamlessly between each one without getting them mixed up.

Nobody can touch or clean his desk except for him - though it may look 'messy' at first glance, he understands it all perfectly and will know immediately if anything gets moved at all.

He keeps himself carefully detached from most people, he often views non-professional relationships as complicated and messy. He plays up his 'snooty' attitude as a defense mechanism to keep people away from him.

He can sometimes tolerate La Signora's company (after some light 'reconnaissance' missions into her quarters). They have similar tastes in wine, cheeses, and fruits and will sometimes share gossip.

Despite his haughty attitude, all of the people who work under him have good pay and benefits, and due to that, there's often a lot of people fighting over applying to work for him instead.

He always respects everyone equally upon meeting them, no matter their appearance or background - lots of people spread rumours about him being cruel and mean to the poor for the sake of it, but that couldn't be further from the truth.

He often makes large anonymous donations to organisations that he knows are good and trustworthy.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.

[miguelswifey04]

Are you still taking requests with nationalities?Could you make a fic with miguel and a Salvadoran fem reader please? 🥺

miguel o’hara x salvadoreña! fem reader

miguel walked into a vibrant salvadoran restaurant, the smell of pupusas and tamales instantly enveloping his senses. he had heard about this place from a fellow superhero and decided to try it out. enticed by the mouthwatering dishes, he found himself a seat and awaited his meal. as he sat there, miguel couldn't help but notice a captivating beauty a few tables away. your mocha skin glowed in the warm lighting of the restaurant, and your eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and intelligence. you wore a traditional salvadoran dress, showcasing your proud heritage.

being naturally drawn to her, miguel took a deep breath and approached your table. "hola, mi nombre es miguel. ¿puedo sentarme contigo?" he asked respectfully, hoping to strike up a conversation. you smiled warmly, your eyes lighting up as you welcomed him to join you. "claro, miguel. estoy feliz de tener compañía. ¿eres de el salvador también?"

miguel’s surprise was evident on his face. "no, soy de estados unidos. perro soy mexicano y irlandeses.” you chuckled, her voice melodious. "tu acento tiene un aire familiar. perro yo soy salvadoreña." as you started talking, miguel’s heart warmed as you shared stories of your homeland, your families, and your love for your culture. he found himself falling deeper for this incredible woman with every word they exchanged.

days turned into weeks, and your bond grew stronger. miguel couldn't help but admire your resilience and strength, traits that mirrored his own. one evening, miguel invited you to swing through the city with him, showcasing the beauty that lay above the bustling streets. holding your hand, he guided you through the mesmerizing skyline, the night breeze rustling your hair.

as you perched on a rooftop, overlooking the cityscape, miguel couldn't contain his emotions any longer. his heart burst with love for you, knowing that he never wanted to let you go. “eres mi corazón," he began, his voice filled with sincerity. "tu amor ha iluminado mi vida. eres la persona más especial que he conocido." your eyes welled up with tears of joy, mirroring his own. "miguel, tú también has iluminado mi vida. eres mi inspiración y mi motivación. te amo con todo mi corazón."

and in that moment, miguel and you sealed your love with a tender kiss, your hearts intertwined in a dance of passion and shared dreams. your salvadoran roots served as a strong foundation, nurturing your connection and strengthening your bond. you continued to navigate the challenges that life threw your way, drawing strength from your love and the rich heritage you shared. miguel often expressed his love for you in spanish, whispering sweet words that made your heart flutter.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii @obi-mom-kenobi @sabcandoit @astro1bloom @meeom

[ifjgh]

The first character of '78 is my favorite Italian Nerd, Attilio Moretti.

Here's some basic info! <3

Goes By: Attilio Nicknames: Tilly, AM, 4-Eyes DOB: Feb.14th, 1956 Age: 22 (until Valentine's, then he's 23 for the rest of the story) Gender: Male (He/Him) Sexuality: Bi/Pan Ethnicity: Jewish, Italian Occupation: Student (Business Major), Volunteers at the Library, Tutoring, Possible side-job, Possible Waiter at Family Restaurant Socioeconomic Status: Fairly rich family, everyone jokes that it's because of Mafia connections, but his family just runs a genuinely good restaurant Place of Birth: Sicily, Italy Family: Has a younger sister and brother, Mother (Jewish) and Father (Italian), big extended family Height: 5'8“ (5'10” with shoes) Weight: 140 lbs. Disabilities: Extremely Near-Sighted, would be almost blind without his glasses Fashion Style: Soft/Preppy/Nerd, usually sweaters and a button down. Glasses needed (see previous point) Coordination (or lack thereof): Horrible coordination, even with glasses, can't catch a single thing thrown at him to save his life even if it's a pen, always fumbles Personality Type/Trait: Logistician - Practical and Fact-Minded, Very Reliable. Bit of a Know-It-All, and cocky about it. Introvert/Extrovert: Introverted, but can open up if dragged somewhere with someone he trusted and not left alone. Intelligence: Above Average, except when it comes to social situations, smartest out of all of the Main 8 Self-Esteem: Slightly Below Average, doesn't hate himself, but he doesn't think he's good enough for the MC beyond friendship, aka he thinks MC could do better. He does however see himself as an intellectual superior amongst the guys though, and will brag about that. Hobbies: Reading, Studying, Helping Keo with basic Tech Tinkering, Cooking, Collects Rare Book Printings Skills/Talents: Cooking, High Intellect, Good Problem Solver/Mediator Loves: Reading and Learning about other cultures, Helping Others, Being Right, Relaxing Alone, Finding Rare Book Printings for his Collection Phobias/Fears: Being Wrong, Someone loosing Trust in him, Being Alone Forever, Unwanted, Unloved, Large Groups of Water Angered By: Bullying (Syd, in general), Ignorance Pet Peeves: Untidiness, People not Listening to Him Obsessed With: Getting good grades, Being Right, Cleanliness (I'm starting to think he has some type of OCD, very “everything has it's place” type of deal), Learning as Much as he Can about Everything he Can Bad habits: Bragging about how Smart he is, loyal even too a fault, saying ”I told you so!!!“ while not actually helping with fixing the problem, Ignoring people if he thinks they're a waste of time Desires: Life-Long Companionship, Success, to have a Family one day, Intimacy, Experience Flaws: A bit of an Ego with his intelligence, doesn't always think about other's feelings if it means he'll be right, Clutz, Quiet, a bit of a Coward (ex: won't stand up for himself if Syd goes too far), has an outward-directed desire to please others but at the risk of losing his own identity Secrets: The crush he's had on his Best-Friend (MC) since they were kids, he'd practically die if they knew, let alone if they reciprocated those feelings. Anyone finding the ”Adult“ books in his collection. While his direct family doesn't have ties to the Mafia, doesn't mean his extended family doesn't. Has a pretty intense scar he got back in High School thanks to Manzo on his left hip. Regrets: Despite the previous point, he wishes everyday that he could tell MC about his feelings, and that he wishes he told them sooner. Meeting Syd. Not being able to say no to doing BeeDee's homework, because of his more surface level crush for her and need to be liked Accomplishments: Got in on a scholarship, had the best grades in his former High School. Won a local cook-off, and still has the tiny trophy in his room. The rare printings of Kafka's works and "La Divina Commedia" that he has in his collection. Languages Known: Fluent in Italian and English, and is slowly picking up some Vietnamese and 'Ōlelo Hawai'i (from hanging out with Keo) and some Japanese (from being roommates with Manzo)

(Things are subject to change the more I get things fine tuned, I've also kept some things secret for the time being. - Crow <3)

Bonus! Basic Profile Sheet, for funsies! X

[ok-boomerang]

Hello, I hope you're doing well.

What are some of your wingman Aang headcanons? How do you think he would show his support for Zutara?

Hi to an excellent curator of zk content! ❤️

I think my biggest Wingman Aang headcanon is just that Aang grows as a character, lol. This looks like him actually embracing the themes of the show. E.g., I read a fic in which Aang was hurt when he found out about ZK but still immediately defended them against critics, saying something like, “Katara’s mother was killed because of Zuko’s family, but Zuko turned his back on glory to help save the world. If she can forgive him and they can find love together, then that gives me so much hope for the future of the world." How beautiful is that?!

A character like Aang coming onto the scene in 2005 was BIG. IS big. A kind, sweet, vegetarian kid—Aang was a boy hero who exhibited a lot of feminine traits, and hoo boy that just doesn’t happen in Misogyny World (read: the world). Unfortunately his character arc ended in the pointy rock and toxic masculinity, but it didn’t have to be that way.

But I digress: to my headcanons!

- Aang lets go of his unhealthy attachment to Katara in s3 (which is what helps him access the avatar state lol, not the pointy rock).

- Sometime after the war, Aang notices that ZK seem like they like each other and would be a good couple. He’s a little hurt at first, but is ultimately happy that Katara is happy. He realizes that Katara’s happiness is more important than a silly crush.

- SO Aang joins Toph and Suki in their Zany Schemes (TM) to get ZK together.

- (Their intentions are good, and they try, but they do NOT actually help anyone)

- For example, Suki locks ZK in a room together hoping they’ll sort out their feelings. This happens just before ZK are meant to present together at a Four Nations Summit. Suki and Aang had forgotten about this. Toph had not forgotten, but thinks speeches are boring. Instead of talking about their feelings, Zuko and Katara break through a wall to make the speech in time, causing very expensive fire and water damage to a foreign building.

- Suki and Aang write fake letters to Zuko and Katara from each other confessing their feelings (à la Sokka and Aang in "The Runaway"). Toph sends them and accidentally mixes them up, so Zuko gets the letter intended for Katara supposedly written by him, and Katara gets the letter to Zuko supposedly written by Katara.

- Turns out ZK had been dating all this time but were waiting to tell their friends

- When Aang finds out about ZK becoming official, he gets choked up about his “two best friends” and "two favorite people" falling in love. Toph and Sokka begin protesting behind him but Aang is too overwhelmed to hear them

- Aang is perfectly content being a third wheel, which is really nice for ZK at first because they still want to hang out with their friends. But it takes Aang some time to understand that they don’t want to hang out with him ALL the time 😂 I can see Katara asking Zuko if he’d like to grab dinner at a fancy restaurant and Aang being like “oh yeah I’m free, is it that noodle place?” Or like when Toph asks what ZK are doing for the solstice Aang looks at ZK and is like “Idk guys, what are we doing?” (He just loves hanging out with them so much!)

- Aang, of course, officiates the ZK wedding. I can’t see anyone else doing it because Aang will say all the flowery stuff about balance and love that I think a wedding needs

- And Aang, as is a popular steambaby headcanon, is a doting uncle and loves to yeet the steam babies into the sky. 🥰

- Bonus Aang Alone headcanon unrelated to ZK: Bc our lil dude needs to repopulate the Air Nomads, he’s like should I just sleep around? Aang struggles with this bc he wants true love and a family. Then he falls in love with someone (idk, pick ur fave) and they’re like “I don’t mind if you sleep around just to repopulate the Air Nomads. But…what if you just started a sperm bank?” Which is how Aang founds the Republic City First National (Sperm) Bank and fathers more than 100 children. (Sorry, I just thought of this crack I'm treating seriously and needed to share)

This was fun (and oops got very long)! Thanks for the ask!!

[svpine]

⤑  harris dickinson,  30,  cis man,  he/him   𓇢𓆸   it’s a wonder that  cole rutherford  has lasted so long.  they always seem to disappear into those woods  all alone,  and they look real rough and tumble when they get back.  if you ask me,  they seem pretty  apathetic  and  arrogant  for a  witch,  but they earn their reputation as  independent  and  persuasive.  but hey,  what do i know?  they’ve only been here for  five years. if you need to get in touch, you can probably find them as a  line cook  at  the rusty rail. 

BASICS 

full name: cole howard rutherford   hometown: oakland, ca   sexuality: heterosexual   birthday: april 2   zodiac: aries sun, capricorn moon, aquarius rising  height: 6’2”  marital status: single children: none  traits: cunning, independent, persuasive, arrogant, apathetic, disloyal 

HISTORY

raised by a single mother who worked two jobs to make ends meet (one as a housekeeper and another as a bartender), cole was instilled with a strong survival instinct

his father was a married city official who would never claim cole as his own

he grew up resentful of authority and with a strong hatred for those with more power than him

he was never very good at school despite being pretty smart, he was much more concerned with his social life and hobbies (which included a For Money poker game he organized at only twelve)

his mom is a witch and he inherited her abilities and learned a lot from her growing up; he... does not necessarily use his powers for good, loves a good hex, curse, poison etc.

absolutely tried to curse his bio dad and his mom's shitty boyfriends while growing up

upon graduation from high school, he started working as a bar back where is mom worked

he picked up this job and one as a dishwasher at a local restaurant, he met a waiter there that knew A Lot about the supernatural world and was also a witch; this started cole on his journey as a hunter

he eventually found out about blackwater and packed up and moved there five years ago; he mostly hunts/works alone though occasionally works with a partner (a wc i have for him *wink wink nudge nudge*)

he got a job at the rusty rail as a line cook and he's really not very good at it but... c'est la vie i guess

PERSONALITY

well, what can i say... kind of a dick

but like a guy you love to hate

he can be very charming when he wants to be, but only when it benefits him

he is mostly very monotone, gives very little away, he never wants anyone to know his next move

likes that he has a not so good reputation and uses that to his advantage

looks out for himself and looks out for his mom, that's about it, though he has a soft spot for other witches, he's not a team player, but he can see the benefit of having allies

he trusts no one and should not be trusted in return so

not the kind of guy you want to take home to your mother and he prefers it that way

tattooed and tall... he loves to come off as intimidating

despite being disloyal and generally a lover of chaos, always on time for work and keeps his apartment pristine

will do whatever it takes to get what he wants (which is mostly just fuck around, do magic, smoke weed, and get more tattoos)

WC page under construction

[ask-la-squadra]

What personality traits make the La Squadra members hate someone instantly???? :3

Risotto Nero - I hate cocky people, especially when it is misplaced, it can be so frustrating dealing with someone with such lack of self awareness it drives me to act against my better judgement.

Pros - Whining. It won't do anything, just get on with it and cry later.

Pesci - Rudeness for no reason, just a plain lack of compassion for people really. Being an asshole won't make you any happier.

Maggi - People who can't take a joke, and not in the offensive way, in the way that they literally get so mad at jokes.

LuLu - Pushy people, if I say no I mean it, keep insisting and it just makes me want to never speak to you again.

Melone - Closed minded-ness, I respect boundaries, I mean in the way that people are not open to hearing about alternative perspectives or try new things.

Ghiaccio - Stupidity. You know Paris, France? In English, it's pronounced "Paris" but everyone else pronounces it without the "s" sound, like the French do. But with Venezia, everyone pronouces it the English way: "Venice". Like The Merchant of Venice or Death in Venice. WHY, THOUGH!? WHY ISN'T THE TITLE DEATH IN VENEZIA!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? IT TAKES PLACE IN ITALY, SO USE THE ITALIAN WORD, DAMMIT! THAT SHIT PISSES ME OFF! BUNCH OF DUMBASSES!

Sorbet - People who are okay with dragging you down. I hate when people pick at your every move and make snarky comments.

Gelato - Entitled people. Why should you be entitled to something above everyone else, we're all busting our asses and going through shit. Those type of people who will scream at restaurant workers too. I hate it when people think they're better than someone else.

[namorslutfanfiction]

FAKE COUPLE TROPE WITH TENOCH PRETENDING TO DATE HIS FRIENDS SISTER TO PROTECT HER FROM A CRAZY EX

oooh i love a protective man

Summary: He was doing his best friend a favor. You were younger but only by 6 years so dating was believable. If it got your psycho ex to leave you alone, Tenoch was ready to help. He owed your brother after all. He just forgot how grown up you would be after all these years.

Fluff, hurt/comfort, and a little bit of violence and protection,

Tenoch was driving to the restaurant in downtown LA with you in the passenger seat. You were wringing your hands nervously in your lap, thinking about how crazy this all was. Tenoch glanced at you, feeling your anxiety rolling off you in waves.

"Hey, don't worry," Tenoch reassured you.

"Are you sure this is ok? I know you're doing this because you're Ricky's friend but you're so famous now," You were biting your lip going over the events of the past couple weeks.

When your ex had broken into your house and left you a note, that was your brother, Ricardo's, last straw. There wasn't enough evidence to get a restraining order and he didn't trust your ex to adhere to the law anyway. Tenoch was in town for a shoot and Ricardo had asked for his help. Unfortunately, your crazy ex was old school and would leave you alone if he saw you 'belonged' to someone else. Tenoch owed Ricardo big time, and posing as his sister's boyfriend for awhile didn't seem too difficult.

"It's fine. I already told you. Remember we've known each other for years and just reconnected. Ricky just wants to make sure you're safe and so do I. It's only until you fly off to your new job in Europe and I fly to New York for my next movie. Then in a few months we can release word that we broke up. But you'll be safely on another continent. It will work out," Tenoch explained as he pulled up to the fancy restaurant.

You eyed the entrance of the place, dreading going in. You weren't one for such fancy venues, preferring bars and clubs. But Ricky had insisted that your first staged date should be extravagant to 'show that Tenoch was a man with power an influence'. You had rolled your eyes but knowing your exe's background he would be intimidated by Tenoch for several reasons.

The valet came up and Tenoch handed them the keys before moving to the passenger side and helping you out of the sports car. Tenoch scoffed at the extravagant rental that was once again Ricky's idea. The actor tucked your hand in his elbow and led you inside where you were immediately seated.

"Ay chiquitin, relax. Enjoy the dinner. We can catch up and by the time we get out of here there will be some paparazzi and this whole game can begin," Tenoch was smiling cheekily at you, "I do have to say you look beautiful. Don't tell your brother I said that or he might kick my ass again."

You couldn't help but laugh. Ricardo and Tenoch had known each other since high school and stayed in contact once your family had moved to the United States. You had to admit it was cool being friends with a celebrity who was also your adolescent crush for years.

"Let's get you a margarita. I know it's your favorite and it will help you enjoy yourself," Tenoch said, subtly waving for a waiter.

You settled in and eventually you and Tenoch were catching up. He was regaling you with stories of his movies and shows and you were catching him up on where life took you after university. You had always remembered him to be a jovial and kind man, he hadn't changed.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Tenoch asked as he helped you into your jacket and took your hand. He entwined your fingers like it was a habit and spoke closely to you. You cursed him for his easy affection, a trait of being an actor. You felt your heart skip a beat at the contact.

"Yes, it was amazing, thank you, Tenoch," You replied as you made your way back to the front of the restaurant. Through the glass of the doors you could already see the flashing lights of the paparazzi. You gripped Tenoch's hand tighter. He squeezed your hand to ease you.

"Don't worry, I told them to bring the car already. We won't go out there until it's up front. They just have to take a few pictures of us holding hands, and going home together," Tenoch was looking out at the crowd. He hadn't expected so many to show up, but times really had changed. Tenoch watched as the car was pulled up and the valet got the doors open and waiting for them. He turned to you with a soft smile, "You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," You grasped his hand tighter and let him lead the way. The onslaught of camera flashes and yelling was overwhelming. Tenoch did a good job of waving them off and keeping you close. He did eventually wrap his arm around your shoulders to keep you from getting knocked over.

Once in the car he looked you over, worried, "Estas bien? American paparazzi can be very aggressive. I had forgotten."

You just nodded, breathing heavily and closing your eyes. He patted your head affectionately, "It's alright, just breathe. I'll take you back to the condo."

You were halfway back to Tenoch's rented condo when you started hyperventilating. The anxiety finally getting to be too much for you. Tenoch immediately pulled over and shut the car off.

"Y/n, it's ok. I'm going to hold your hands, alright?" Tenoch slowly and gently took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs in circles. "I need you to breathe with me ok. You're breathing too fast and I don't want you to faint."

You struggled to nod, your eyes still closed. But once he started counting out his deep breaths you started to follow. Your shaking short inhales soon grew in length and strength. You focused on the feeling of his hands on yours and the sound of his voice. When you finally calmed completely you opened your eyes to meet Tenoch's soft and worried gaze.

"I'm sorry. I should have remembered that paparazzi here are different than in Mexico. I didn't mean for you to get overwhelmed," Tenoch apologized, letting go of one of your hands to run his own through his hair. His other hand entwined with yours on the center console.

"Don't be sorry. You're already doing so much for me," You reassured the actor.

He gazed at you softly, a sad look in his eyes, "I wish I could have stopped your ex from hurting you. Stopped him from making you so afraid. When we were younger I admired your fearlessness. Remembering how you fought so hard to play on the boys' futbol team because there wasn't one for girls, drove me to go after my dreams to. Regardless of whatever arbitrary labels or rules there are against me."

You felt you skin flush warm with embarrassment, "You remember that? I was just an arrogant little kid."

"No, you were an inspiration. You still are. You're a survivor and I will always admire you. Now let's go inside. Your brother will be here to pick you up in a little while. I don't want him to think I made you cry or something," Tenoch grinned at you and you returned the expression.

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You went on four other dates with Tenoch and he made sure that each one was perfect, romantic, and comfortable. A part of your heart ached over the fact that it was an act. After the first one your ex had blown up your phone, social media, and showed up at your empty house, thankfully you were staying with your brother and his family. After the second date, your ex still tried to call and stalk your social media. By the third date, he was calling you and leaving voicemails, crying and begging for you not to cheat on him. That particular one made you furious.

By the fourth date, tabloids were running wild trying to figure out who you were and if you were really dating Tenoch Huerta. Tenoch, for his part, was having fun with it. He was going out of his way to turn women down saying he was 'currently seeing someone' knowing it would spread like wild fire. A few of your friends caught wind of it and you had to keep the lie going, just in case.

You didn't expect your life being flipped upside down when Tenoch went on a late night show and said he was dating. He had joked about how they considered keeping it a secret since he was your brother's friend. But with his blessing, you and Tenoch went public and that's why everyone was seeing you two around town.

Following that interview, you had a few paparazzi stalking you. Some people would take pictures of you while you were out at Starbucks or going for a run. But the worst was your extended family coming out of the woodwork trying to get a bit of the chisme. The relentless texts, facebook messages, and wall posts from cousins and aunts you hadn't heard from in years was so much worse than the occasional hate comments from Tenoch's fans.

Though the hate comments were met with some defense from some of his older, more mature fans. But when they started truly digging in to your past you felt violated. You had forgotten to private every single social media account and eventually someone dug up pictures of you with your ex, who was older than Tenoch. People started making insinuations about your 'daddy issues'. Then TMZ had found out more about your ex and released it to the public with as much detail as possible.

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You sat on Tenoch's couch watching the TV. He sat next to you, holding your hand. Ricky was behind the couch pacing and cursing under his breath. They were talking about your exe's criminal history, the battery charges, the drug use, and how you were some kind of idiot that somehow caught Tenoch in her web.

"What in the actually fuck does that mean? Like you having a shitty ex makes you unworthy to date someone? Tenoch you have to do something, cabron! You can't let them bad mouth your woman like that!" Ricky raved, slamming his fist on the back of the couch.

"Look, it's not that big a deal. I mean the whole point of us doing this is for him to leave me alone and he has. In two more weeks I'll be on my flight and then this will be over. I don't care what anyone thinks. even I know I was stupid for dating him and letting him do what he did," You tried to diffuse the growing agitation radiating off your brother.

"I don't want them to think badly of you," Tenoch gazed at you with a tenderness in his eyes that had been growing with each hour you spent together.

"They don't matter to me. As long as you like me then we're good," You admitted, hoping he didn't realize the double meaning.

"Well, I for one don't want anyone to think my sister isn't good enough for some big shot actor," Ricky said as he rounded the couch and sat heavily in the arm chair. He pointed at Tenoch, "Take her as your date to that POC Film panel and screening thing this weekend. Show her off and make sure no one says another bad thing about my little sister. Or I'll kick your ass."

"Ricky! We already agreed that we wouldn't be making any official appearances. It will make it easier when we separate and then announce our break up," You chided your brother.

"You can still break up! But like hell am I gonna let them think that Tenoch 'escaped' from you. I'd rather they think you dumped him and the only way to do that is for them to see how amazing you are and how in love he is," Ricky shot back, gesticulating wildly.

"Hey, hey, calm down. I think your brother is right," Tenoch said, still running his thumb along your hand. "It will be better for you if the world thinks highly of you. I don't want them holding your past against you. It's one red carpet. Just think of it like another date, our last one since I'll be busy the next couple weeks before we both leave."

You looked at Tenoch then back at your brother. Both of them expecting another blow up or at least some reply. Finally you sighed and nodded your head. "Okay. Just this once."

...

Tenoch had his hand entwined with yours again. You hated to admit that you would miss his warmth and comfort. Your brother and family had been a balm to your trauma, but spending all this time with the actor had really helped you heal. He had given you the room to rediscover yourself and had been a comfort when anxiety would get the better of you.

"Are you ready?" Tenoch was turned to you. The car had stopped and you were about to walk on the red carpet to officially debut as the actor's girlfriend. It still made your heart race even if it was all an act. A part of you had very much fallen for the man. You nodded in response to his question, gazing at him.

"Don't be nervous. You look amazing and I can honestly say I am a lucky man to have you by my side," The sincerity that melted off of him made you blush. His hand cupped your cheek and he leaned in to kiss your forehead, a habit that had formed over the last few weeks

You debated on saying your next words out loud, but reminded yourself, it was now or never. "I'm going to miss you Tenoch. Thank you for loving me, even if it was an act, it means the world to me to be able to feel safe again."

Tenoch guided your hand up to his lips and kissed it, "I will miss you too, hermosa. Let's go."

With that he pushed the door open and turned to help you out as well. Lights flashed and the paparazzi yelled questions. You could already hear reporters talking about you. You were frozen in front of the car but Tenoch rested a hand on the small of your back and guided you forward. The lights flashed faster when he leaned over to whisper in your ear, "Your ex, have you ever seen him with a beard?"

The question startled you, but you schooled your face, "Once. But I made him shave it, why?"

Tenoch pulled you close to his side by your waist, his grip was protective, there was an icy coldness to his eyes that hadn't been there before. He kept smiling for the cameras as he spoke to you, "On the left, in the crowd. Blue cap and orange lanyard. He's here."

Your heart constricted in your chest, and a cold coil of anxiety dropped into your belly. You kept your smile on but your eyes quickly glanced to the left. Your next step would have made you tumble if Tenoch hadn't had a hold of you. It was him. There was no mistake. You met Tenoch's gaze, terrified.

Once out of the main photo area and moving towards the press, Tenoch pulled you close, speaking into your ear, "Go inside ahead of me. My manager can go with you. I need to work the line and keep an eye on him."

"No, Tenoch, please I don't want to be by myself," You pleaded, already shaking like a leaf with tears springing up at the corner of your eyes.

Your pleas broke his heart. The actor was also terrified, worried about what might happen to you. It was impulsive, an act of giving and receiving comfort when he cupped your cheek and kissed you firmly but chastely on the lips. You didn't have a chance to react before he pulled away. Tenoch made to speak but was interrupted by a monstrous cry from across the carpet.

You both turned in the direction of the noise. It was chaos as your ex barreled through the crowd, shoving people aside, hopped the barricade and made a beeline for the two of you. There were screams as people scattered at the sight of a long knife in his hand. Tenoch instinctively shoved you behind him. Your knees buckled and you fell to your knees.

Tenoch dodge the left hand swing of the knife and, with his full body, sucker punched the hostile man in the jaw. The sound of his fist hitting flesh was followed by shocked silence across the carpet. You watched as your ex fell back and to the floor, out cold.

Another moment of silence as Tenoch turned to you, then the flurry started again. People were gathering, paparazzi were snapping pictures, and security ran to your ex on the floor. More security arrived as Tenoch came to your side.

"Are you alright? I didn't mean to push you that hard," He asked, worriedly checking you for injuries. Tenoch cupped your face, making you meet his eyes. The shock wore off as you saw the care and fear there. You glanced at the men putting your ex onto a stretcher. Security was gathered around you, trying to control the mob of paparazzi taking pictures and yelling questions. When you glanced at Tenoch again you finally let your tears fall in relief.

"Shh, I'm here. I've got you. He can't hurt you," Tenoch pulled you into his arms, kissing your temple as he helped you to stand. "Let's go inside, away from all this."

...

To say it was a big story would be an understatement. The attack at the carpet went viral as more footage was released or leaked from the different outlets that had witnessed it. Tenoch was being lauded as a hero and passionate lover for defending you in the face of danger. You were finally receiving pity and empathy from fans and the world. No one seemed to doubt your relationship now that it was basically over. You hadn't asked Tenoch about the kiss. You hadn't talked to him much at all after the panel.

His agency was fielding calls and interviews. You refused to speak to anyone about what happened and people were actually respecting your privacy. Tenoch had already left for New York, with only a brief phone call as a good bye. It made your heart ache not being able to see him one last time but you knew it was for the best.

"Alright, give me a hug," Ricky said, as you made it to the TSA line. You were about to board your flight across the world to start anew. You held your brother tight as he kissed your cheek, "Call me when you land. We'll be there in a couple weeks to help you with everything so don't rush with the unpacking."

"I know. I love you," You shouldered your bag as you turned to the line.

"Love you too. Be safe. Oh wait, I forgot," Ricky searched his pockets.

You turned to your brother just as he found what he was looking for. He held his hand out to you, holding a little envelope, "Tenoch wanted me to give this to you. I don't know what's in it."

You hesitated then took the small envelope and shoved it in your pocket. "Thank you."

Before you could leave, Ricky stopped you one more time, "He likes you, ya know. I'm okay with it."

"What?" Your heart skipped a beat.

"I know you're going to take your time starting a new life and all that. But give him a call, when you're settled. He'd be happy to hear from you. Now go. You don't want to be late," Ricky gestured for you to move alone. You could only nod as you turned away, processing what he had just said.

When you sat in your seat on the plane you pulled out the little envelope. It was really just a paper folded and taped in on itself. Inside was a simple message, "Rome is beautiful in the spring."

...

Over 12 hours later you were finally rolling your way through arrivals at FCO in Rome. You had your bags lugged onto a cart while you tried to switch out your sim card with one hand. You were startled when someone came up beside you.

"You shouldn't walk with your head down like that, hermosa," Came the familiar voice of Tenoch.

You looked up at his smiling face, feeling a grin spread across your own. Before he could say anything else, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. You both melted into the embrace, breaking only for air, and to hold each other tighter.

...

KK that was interesting.

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[bundracky]

Summer Recap: August - September 2024 ♡

Happy October, Vampunnies!

I can't believe it's already autumn, it feels like the year is flying by! Before I fully indulge in the new season, I wanted finish up the last of my summer recap posts~

Today I'll be writing about my trip to San Diego, OMORI, NIKKE, and Chiikawa pop-ups, outdoor movies, and meeting my Hololive oshi Nerissa Ravencroft?! This is also a pretty long one, so read more under the cut!

One of my goals this summer was to work on my tan, as I lowkey was looking sickly after the insane rainy season we had earlier this winter and spring. So I decided to plan another visit to the beach, this time a two-day trip to San Diego, a city on the Pacific coast!

From where I am, it's about a 2-3 hour drive depending on traffic. My hotel check in time was in the evening, so I wanted to spend the day going around! After my drive, I knew I was going to start getting hungry, so the first thing on my itinerary was visiting Mitsuwa to buy some food to eat at the beach. My toxic trait is always having to do gacha whenever I end up in a Japanese market, and so I bought some Blue Archive wafer cards and a Sonny Angel Hipper! I'm really happy because all my pulls ended up so cute~ In that plaza, I found a cute cafe called Flour Atelier, and got a lavender matcha latte (surprise) and some macarons ♡

My hotel was by the Crystal Pier, so I decided to spend my day there! My sister was with me during this trip, and she wanted to check out the Brandy Melville before we went on the actual beach. I ended up buying a cute tote bag. After shopping, we went down to the beach! It was a particularly hot day, so jumping into the cold water of the Pacific healed my soul. After playing in the water, I ate my yummy rice bowl from Mitsuwa and took a nap in the sun~

After heading to the hotel and getting checked in, I ended up going to a Thai restaurant for dinner. I had salmon with mango and rice, and it was so good. I was pretty proud of myself because I realized I have worked my way up to 2 out of 4 on Thai spice levels! (I used to be a 0 once upon a time...)

The next day, I went out to La Jolla! And of course, I had to go look at the seals and sea lions. There were so many! Apparently, the reason why this famous for them is because they go here to rest on the shores. I wish I brought my bathing suit with me that day since there was a cute little cove area you could swim by! Definitely next time~

For brunch I visited a super cute cafe called Sugar and Scribe. I had their "Blueberry Love" pancakes and a lemon lavender mimosa~ It was super good, and I'd love to visit there again!

And as my last activity out here, I visited the Museum of Contemporary Art San Diego. I'm not as familiar with contemporary art, especially when a lot of them are more localized to their community. However I always enjoy learning about new things, and seeing how museums curate their collections. Plus there were actually a few artists I did recognize! There were a lot of interesting pieces here, and I'll attach some of my favorites to the post.

One of the fun things about summer is alllll the pop-ups!

In Anaheim, there was an OMORI x Requiem Cafe pop-up. Which I was pretty excited for as I actually just started getting into OMORI after playing it on stream this month. My favorite characters are Hero and Mari, so I decided to get their themed drinks, as well as the Sweetheart Sundae! Everything was super tasty, and while you enjoyed your drinks you could take in the ambiance of the cafe's fantasy decor and OMORI bgm~ They had pretty cute exclusive merch too, so I got Hero and Mari's keychains, and a pink tote bag with the collab art.

Another pop-up I attended was the NIKKE x Animate LA collab at the Del Amo Shopping Center in Torrance. There were so many cute cut-outs and they had huge advertisements for the NIKKE x Evangelion collaboration. I mostly went to purchase some of the NIKKE Exhibition items they imported from Japan!

There were a couple activities to do for freebies as well! For the opening weekend, they had cute cosplayers host a quiz game for prizes. The question they asked me was literally "Name a Nikke who has a bunny suit!" Of course I answered so quickly with Alice~ Now, for reference, the prizes were also gacha because you had to pull from a jar and you would get an A, B, or C prize. So far this whole time, people were either getting A or B prizes, which were can badges and desk mats respectively. But if you don't know, my NIKKE luck is kind of insane, so I was the only one who pulled a C prize-- an acrylic stand!! Which was my preference as I love acrylic stands hehe. I got one of Rapi and I cherish it a lot since I have so many good memories attached to it.

After the NIKKE pop-up, I also visited the Mitsuwa in that mall to once again do more Blue Archive wafer pulls and buy lunch. I didn't realize how close this mall was to Redondo Beach until recently, so my friends and I decided to check it out. It's a quieter beach compared to the more touristy ones, so it was a great place to chill. Before going home, I found a super cute and pink cafe with jelly bunnies! Very Alice core~

The last pop-up I attended this summer was the Chiikawa x Miniso Pop-up at the Irvine Spectrum! It was heaven on earth (literally just a huge store of just Chiikawa stuff). I actually proxied the Chiikawa crossbody from this collab from Japan since I didn't know it was coming to SoCal at the time. So I really only had my eyes on one thing when I went for myself: Giant Chiikawa plushie!!! It's literally the biggest plushie I own, and is currently taking up so much space in my room, but it was so, so worth it. I've also attached a photo of him at Barnes and Noble at the mall because it was hilarious carrying him around that day.

Also, I feel the need to mention this somewhere in this post, Sunright Tea Studio was having a collab with Ace Attorney Investigations! I tried Edgeworth's Oolong Oolong Milk Tea and got a cute sticker too! It was a pretty basic drink, but still good. In a way, I think it suits him haha!

Another fun summer activity I got to enjoy was watching outdoor movies! I found out the Huntington Library was having a cute summer movie night event every month, so I came by to watch Tangled in August and Jurassic Park in September! Grab a picnic blanket and some snacks and enjoy these movies in the garden lawn!

Tangled is my favorite Disney movie, it's just such a comfort to me. I think for this day I spent some time in the gardens just to chill and then picked up some snacks for the movie at Hmart. I also visited Lacey Park while waiting for the Huntington to open up for the evening. It was a really cute community park!

As for Jurassic Park night, I invited some friends to come along with me and it was really fun! I haven't seen this movie since I was a kid, and it's kind of crazy how well this movie aged? Like the animatronic work was amazing! I think this day I visited Erewhon and got a smoothie, as well as a bag of Ludivine Macarons-- of which by the way, I would love to visit Ludivine in Los Angeles in the future...!

And now for the final topic of my summer recap series!

So, I wasn't planning on going to Anime Impulse OC this year... but hololive was like, yes you are! They announced a lottery to meet either Callie, Ina, or a member of Advent. Nerissa is like, my kamioshi of all vtubers ever. I was pretty casual about liking vtubers before, but after hearing Nerissa's singing during Advent's debut well... I had to stan, y'know?

Now, I did not win initially. I wasn't surprised at all since the chances were so low. There are many dedicated Hololive fans, including people willing to fly in from out of state or even Japan for this. However, literally two days before the con, I was eating dinner, and suddenly got an email notification saying one of the winners couldn't make it, and I won the second draw!

I didn't have much time to prepare for this con, so I just brought my trusty Maison de Fleur boston bag and decorated it with the few Nerissa goods I could decorate it with. Anime Impulse is a pretty chill con, which I appreciate. I've been going to the LA one for a few years now, but this was my first time going to AIOC! Despite being a smaller con, they've been growing a lot these past few years.

I did go around getting some freebies from some gacha games I didn't know but had cute stuff, perused Artist Alley, and bought some cute Korean deco stickers from the K-Pop section of the con. Hoyoverse also ran an official Honkai: Star Rail merch booth, from which I got the ticket themed Acheron keychain~

Also, I just want to make a quick shoutout to one of the shops I often collaborate with: Sora Gumi! They were vending that day and kindly gifted me some official Wuthering Waves goods. Male Rover is one of the coolest MC designs, ever. I don't talk about it much, but I'm obsessed with him (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Anyway, the staff working there is really cool, please show them support at their stores either at Little Tokyo and The Source OC! (You can also buy official game, anime, etc. goods from them online at Nekotwo, and use my code "daiyastone" for a % off your order!)

And finally, Meet & Greet time! I actually had practiced what I wanted to say a few times, but when you're standing in line waiting for your turn, it's a little nerve wracking!! The fellow Jail Birds in line were really nice and we all hyped each other up! Nerissa was so kind and sweet, it was easier talking to her than I thought it would be. I actually wrote down how the conversation went, so you can read it if you'd like! I was 100% rizzed by her in this three-minute window...

This was such a wonderful experience and I'm so grateful for the opportunity! Also, I just want to say a big thank you to my bestie for helping me afford purchasing my tickets!! T^T

And that was my summer! Honestly I didn't even get to writing about everything because there's just so much, and I'm already just trying to recap since it's literally October... I still can't believe it.

Well, thank you for reading if you got this far! I hope you enjoyed reading about my summer adventures! From here on out posts will be more focused on specific topics and travels, so I hope you continue to checking out my posts in the future! Until next time!

[jogallice]

Aujourd’hui, vendredi 23/08/24, Journée Internationale du souvenir de la traite négrière et de son abolition 🎗️

Un marché le vendredi à Annecy : marché de la vieille ville (rue Sainte Claire) de 7h à 13h ℹ️ Au cœur des vieux quartiers, flânez entre les étales du marché le plus typique : les produits du terroir sur le marché alimentaire mais également les produits textiles et manufacturés 🧺

Tango argentin avec Fondus de Tango 74 🕺 Pour les amateurs et amatrices de parquet ℹ️ Annulé en cas de mauvais temps 🎫 Bal et soirée dansante en accès libre 📆 Ce vendredi 23/08/24 de 18h à 22h📍Espace guinguette des Jardins de l'Europe 💃

Apéritif musical surplombant la ville (dansez sur la terrasse) : Fifty Seb et Bonzini (World Funk Latin House) 🎫 Gratuit, Happy Hour jusqu'à 20h : tous les cocktails à 8 € 📆 Ce vendredi 23/08/24 de 18h à 22h📍Restaurant Tizzo (Nouvelles Galeries) 🎚️

Les Standardistes du Jazz : duo (Renaud Jacquet et Jean-Marc Brouze)  ℹ️ Dans le cadre de la 2e édition de Plages en scène, buvette et restauration sur place 📆 Ce vendredi 23/08/24 (ouverture à 18h30 et spectacle à 20h30)📍Plage de la Brune (Veyrier-du-Lac, Grand Annecy) 🎷

Muzik au bord de l'eau : The Nameless Live Machine ℹ️ Sous réserve de conditions météo favorables, possibilité de restauration au restaurant de la Plage 🎫 Gratuit 📆 Ce vendredi 23/08/24 de 19h à 20h30📍Plage municipale de Menthon-Saint-Bernard (Grand Annecy) 🏖️

Gin Fizz (rock) dans le cadre des Nocturnes du parc (concerts d'été tous les vendredis d’août) ℹ️ Buvette et petite restauration sur place à partir de 19h, n'hésitez pas à apporter votre chaise 🎫 Accès libre 📆 Ce vendredi 23/08/24 de 20h à 21h30📍Jardin du 8 Mai 1945 🎶

La Boum du Toujours : Radio Meuh, Ko Shin Moon (live), Arabian Panther🪩Dans le cadre du 6e Toujours Festival (du 20 au samedi 31/08/24) ℹ️ Offre de restauration sur place 🎫 28 & 19 € 📆 Ce vendredi 23/08/24 de 17h à minuit📍Esplanade du Château de Menthon-Saint-Bernard (Grand Annecy)🏰

New, l'impromusical : improvisation ultime de dix artistes professionnels qui créent en direct une comédie musicale, alliant théâtre, musique, chant, danse et arts visuels ℹ️ Dernier jour du 9e Impérial Annecy Festival 🎫 22, 15 & 8 € 📆 Ce vendredi 23/08/24 à 21h📍Impérial Palace 🎵

Space Jam 🎬 Profitez d'une soirée en plein air en famille ou entre amis ℹ️ Pour votre confort, pensez à apporter vos chaises, plaids et pique-nique, site accessible 30 mn avant la projection 🎫 Ciné gratuit 📆 Ce vendredi 23/08/24 de 21h30 à 22h50📍Place de l’Hôtel-de-ville de Seynod 📽️

L’opération Vital’été a repris du service dans la cité lacustre le lundi 8 juillet (jusqu’au samedi 24/08/24) : aujourd’hui (vendredi 23 août), ateliers équilibre pour cette avant-dernière journée 👌 Activités gratuites et ouvertes aux adultes proposées et encadrées par 11 associations locales 👍

Qualité de l’air à Annecy (indices ATMO) : comme les températures, l’ozone poursuivra sa hausse 📈 La qualité de l’air sera moyenne à dégradée, localement mauvaise 💨

Dans la cité lacustre et ailleurs, au niveau de vos déplacements, privilégiez vélo, trottinette, marche à pied, etc. et au niveau de vos activités physiques, privilégiez les parcs, les zones piétonnes et les rues peu circulantes pour vos activités de plein air 🌬️

L’indice de risque pollinique à Annecy est moyen (niveau 2). Ambroisies, armoise, graminées, plantain et urticacées : niveau 1. Platane : niveau 0 ➡️ Indice communal valable du 17/08/24 au vendredi 23/08/2024 inclus 🤧 Personnes allergiques : privilégiez le matin pour vos activités de plein air 😷

Trois dictons du jour pour le prix de deux : « À la sainte Rose, pour le travailleur, pas de pause. » ⏸️ « Ciel rose à la fin du jour, du beau temps, promet le retour. » 🌞 « Un mois d’août sans rosée donne une mauvaise année. » 🤔

Et trois autres dictons du jour pour la route : « Arc-en-ciel d’août vers la nuit, pluie et vent pour minuit. » 🌈 « Brumes d’août en montagne, coulent les châtaignes. » 🌰 « C’est le soleil en août qui donne aux pommes leur goût. » 🍎

Je vous souhaite une très bonne journée annécienne et un très bel été à Annecy, dans les 33 autres communes du Grand Annecy, en Savoie ou ailleurs 🏖️

Bon cinquième jour de la semaine à tous et à toutes 🎷

Bonne fête aux Rose et demain aux Barthélémy 😘

📷 JamesO PhotO à Annecy le mercredi 21/08/24 📸

[jezatalks]

Fierté n°2 de la journée (du déjeuner).

J'ai été dans un restaurant de soba caché au 1er étage d'une rue parallèle à l'allée commerçante.

La madame qui m'a servie (60 ans je dirais?) n'a PAS À UN SEUL INSTANT essayé de me parler en anglais. J'ai réussi à me dépatouiller et elle est venue me voir à quelques reprises pour me demander si j'aimais mon plat.

J'ai pas compris tout le vocabulaire (notamment pour compter mes pièces haha) mais je suis contente d'avoir réussi à m'exprimer. :)

Je ne sais pas si ce sont mes traits et teint asiatiques qui font ça. Même si ma morphologie est à l'opposé de la "japonaise moyenne". Ou si c'est ma prononciation qui est globalement correcte. Comme j'entendais beaucoup parler qui les japonais préfèrent parler en anglais cassé même si tu t'exprimes en jap juste parce que tu es étranger. En tout cas, ça me rassure et me motive dans mon apprentissage !!! :)

J'ai aussi pris sur moi au niveau des tempuras de légumes car la moitié sont des légumes dont j'ai un trouble de l'alimentation (légumes oranges /patates douces/citrouilles etc).

Mais de 1) j'avais la dalle. Mon petit déjeuner remontait à 5h plus tôt.

De 2) j'ai marché 13km en 5h sous 26°C

De 3) j'étais vraiment pas loin de faire un malaise avec la chaleur et le manque de sommeil. Donc il me fallait reprendre des forces.

De 4) chaque tempura se mangeait en max 3 bouchées. Donc vraiment mon max avant que je capte assez le goût et l'envie de vomir monter. Donc au final c'est passé (sauf la carotte là j'ai forcé et avalé vite).