#anie alerte

[haitilegends]

[iamgabrisan]

Watch "ANIE ALERTE - MAL [Official Video]" on YouTube

An Verite!

[netalkolemedia]

La chanteuse haïtienne Anie Alerte et Wideline Pierre nettoient la Plage Gelée aux Cayes

Le 11 juillet 2024, la chanteuse haïtienne Anie Alerte et Wideline Pierre ont mené une action de nettoyage à la Plage Gelée, située aux Cayes, dans le département du Sud. L’initiative vise à promouvoir “Yon lòt Ayiti”, une campagne pour une Haïti plus propre et meilleure. En prenant les devants, ils ont encouragé la population locale à se joindre à leurs efforts pour protéger l’environnement. De…

[thesearenotphotographs]

Michael Brun Presents BAYO at BRIC Celebrate Brooklyn! at Lena Horne Bandshell

On Saturday, June 15, 2024, Celebrate Brooklyn! held a benefit concert of their 46th season with Michael Brun Presents: BAYO at Lena Horne Bandshell in Prospect Park. The outdoor featured DJ sets from Kolo and Brun himself. There were live performances by Haitian artists along with others from the diaspora such as Paul Beaubrun, Sarina, Anie Alerte, Danola, Pierre Jean, Troubleboy Hitmaker, Oxlade (who came to Brooklyn from Nigeria for the event), AndyBeatz, J Perry, J Balvin, Maxwell, Colmix & Tonymix, Lakou Muzik, and Tabou Combo. Tabou Combo were given a proclamation from New York City to help close the special event.

I captured the event as a house photographer for Celebrate Brooklyn! and some images can be found in the gallery here. I’ll be at the park throughout this season and again later today for Juneteenth UNITYFEST.

[lilislegacy]

percy, walking in the door: what smells so good?

annabeth, beaming: i made you every type of blue dessert that i could think of!

percy: oh yeah? what’s the occasion? oh crap, did i forget an anniversary?

annabeth: can’t a wife just bake for her husband?

percy, staring at her:

annabeth, staring at him:

percy, firmly: wise girl, we are not having another baby.

annabeth, frustrated: oh come on percy! why not?

percy: we’ve talked about this. we agreed to be done years ago. we have three, and they’ve destroyed half of our belongings! i mean, sure it would be fun, and i love babies and having kids with you, but we can’t just—

annabeth: if you agree to another baby, i’ll agree to another dog.

percy:

annabeth:

percy: are you bribing me into having a child?

annabeth: of course not! …why? is it working?

percy: of course not! but… keep talking.

annabeth: we can get a brand new little puppy. and you can choose both the breed and the name. maybe you can finally get that shepherd mix you’ve always wanted.

percy, rubbing his beard and thinking:

percy: you know, i’ve heard the transition from 3 to 4 kids is super easy. the little one would probably just fit right in.

annabeth: exactly. and since we’re so busy, my pregnancy will fly by. and the labor will be super fast since it’s my 4th. it’ll all happen in the blink of an eye. we’ll hardly even notice.

percy: true. then the baby and the puppy can just entertain each other.

annabeth: they’ll practically cancel each other out. and this way we’ll have an even number of kids.

percy, pointing at her: good for roller roasters.

annabeth, pointing at him: and family game nights.

[sophies-junkyard]

I love this website

[boonjur]

Happy Halloween!

[starrynightarchive]

luffy is weird and strange and insane yesyes but what about the strawhats. they match his freak to a level that's dangerous to the public. nothing could ever prepare you for the insanity that is the strawhat crew. one could give you all the member's job descriptions and you would still be grossly underprepared for the clownfuckery that they are. actually, knowing their positions might fuck you up even more.

there's the ship's cook who dresses solely in three piece suits and smokes enough to give everyone in the grand line lung cancer through second hand smoking. he's gotta be an easy target right? WRONG now you are dead with a shoe sized hole in your chest because that guy's one of the strawhats' top three fighters. they have an archaeologist/terrorist for some reason??? what the hell, sure. surely she must be easy to kill. LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER your neck has been twisted your vertebrae broken not a single bone in your body is intact this might be the worst way to die actually. there's a sniper in the ship and hey look he's seems kinda weak actually, even if he had good aim one could take him down if they wore good armour surely- WRONG YOU ARE NOW FOOD FOR MAN EATING PLANTS. okay. fuck. they have a pet that likes cotton candy. maybe you can kidnap that. it's the ship's doctor?? it's supposed to be a reindeer??? whatever man it's not that weird right MAJOR WHOOPSIE HE IS ACTUALLY AN ELDRITCH HORROR YOU ARE DEAD AGAIN. they have a musician in the crew and it's a skeleton? wait. IS THAT UNDEAD MICHAEL JACKSON OH MY GOD- game over. he cut you with some underworld music powers or whatever the fuck. man fuck this crew. this shit is so ass.

[transformers-synergize]

visiting family, tried doing some traditional art.

[ryanxross]

So I just started watching The Pitt

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

god etsy is such an on fire trash can but it has a bunch of shipping presets that are difficult to migrate so i guess we'll do it this way

so anyways there's a glitch where sometimes it forces you to buy a shipping label in order to close out DIGITAL purchases which is fucking insane to me.

So I've pulled the only other cross stitch pattern off of it and made it a pay-what-you-want on kofi

I've also uploaded the other MASSIVE pattern onto ko-fi bc why not

It's a fairly obscure monster road trip reference but I'll be real it holds it's own perfectly fine as a fun pattern to have around the house for your average weirdo

both of these are basically free since ko-fi allows you a pay what you like option

If they had canada post shipping label pre-sets and a robust dms-to-custom-commission-listing system I would migrate in a heartbeat but ALAS

[haitilegends]

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🎥 NEW VIDEO RELEASE | Paul Beaubrun - "PA KRIYE" ft. Anie Alerte (2024) 🇭🇹

Feel the depth of emotion in Paul Beaubrun's latest video for "PA KRIYE," featuring the soulful voice of Anie Alerte.

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[ghost-bxrd]

Jason “my dad actually has a lot of siblings so I have some cousins I didn’t know about in star city I’m gonna meet :D”

Every single batfam member:

[feroluce]

I like to imagine that when Boothill is alone with Dan Heng, he feels safe enough that he just kind of lets his body relax a bit, and quits trying to keep such a close eye on his internal workings or run shit as optimally as possible. So he lets his cooling fans kick on and whir a bit without worry.

Dan Heng: What is that sound.

Boothill: Coolin' fans. It botherin' ya?

Dan Heng: It's fine. Please don't halt them on my account.

Boothill: Arright.

Dan Heng: (....purring....)

[teababe27]

A video my boyfriend (Nashikitsune on Instagram) took when I took him to see Powerwolf in September in Brooklyn.

The very end of the pre-Dancing with the Dead bit.

I so would have got more of this myself if my phone wasn’t dying.

But I love and appreciate him SO. MUCH. for at least getting this.

[inquisimer]

happy friday! i was looking at the feeling safe prompts and saw "[ interrupt ] sender stops a confrontation between receiver and someone else, stepping between them and coming to receiver's defense." maybe this would be nice for teia to step in when viago is being a bit too harsh on arlow?

oh ho ho this was a GOOD one, thank you!! here's some Viago Reactivity™️to Arlow and Lucanis' relationship >:]

Arlow de Riva & Viago | 831 words | @dadrunkwriting - da4 spoilers

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“Come with me.” Viago’s gloved hand took Arlow by the elbow and pulled her away from the refreshments. He cast a disdainful look at the wine. “You don’t want to drink that, anyway. Illario has stingy taste when it’s not for himself.”

Arlow rolled her eyes. “Sure, Viago. No problem, Viago. There’s nothing else I was doing at the moment and I definitely have time to chat, Viago.”

“You’ll make time,” he growled, dragging her into a room off the opera house’s main theater. “You’re certainly making time for worse decisions.”

Arlow wrenched her elbow out of Viago’s grip, eyes flashing. “What in the void is that supposed to mean?”

“You know damn well what it means.” The tails of Viago’s cape snapped angrily as he spun around and pinned her in place with a glare sharper than any dagger. “Working a contract with Lucanis is one thing, but what are you playing at? He’s not even the First Talon’s grandson any longer—the actual First Talon? Have you lost all sense?”

“That’s what you’re upset about?” Arlow scoffed, folding her arms protectively across her chest. As much as she loved this dress, it was not the armor she preferred to wear when Viago’s temper flared. “It was a dance. And a kiss.”

“It was a little more than a kiss. And it was in front of the entire House of Crows,” Viago hissed. “Every Talon, every would-be Talon, every rank-and-file assassin is out there taking notes. And you just handed them information that they will use!”

“To do what? What could they possibly do to our house? If anything, this exposes House Dellamorte, not us.”

She had considered the implications, after all. Despite what Viago seemed to think. A Crow never forgot their place in the hierarchy—the very nature of the guild ensured that. Arlow knew quite well that she had been far below Lucanis’ station even before tonight. Now he was First Talon; he couldn’t even see her from where he sat at the top of the ladder. Metaphorically.

But—the dance had been his idea. She had made sure he thought it through.

Still, Viago’s nostrils flared. “Of course it exposes House Dellamorte. They were already weakened, even before Lucanis disappeared and Illario’s stunt. Now, Illario is deposed and Lucanis is possessed. And Caterina is aging—their position is precarious.” His fingers tightened against his hip. “They will need a shield, when the other houses come for them.”

Arlow reared back. “Lucanis wouldn’t do that. Not—not the way you’re suggesting. He would talk to me first.”

“Would he?” Viago raised a brow. “His family, his blood—they are everything to him, no? Do you really think your dalliance means more to him than their legacy?”

“That’s enough, Viago.” Teia’s voice cracked like a whip from the doorway. She laid a supportive hand on Arlow’s shoulder. “This is neither the time nor the place for this conversation.”

“Nor is it the place for your soft heart,” Viago huffed. “I will not have my house hung out for the taking because Arlow cannot keep it in her pants.”

Arlow’s rage flared hot and white. The rage that often got her into deeper trouble with Viago, but she didn’t care. “Oh that’s rich. I suppose I should have waited until you and Teia were back on, that way you’d have a chance of understanding—“

Teia’s nails dug painfully into Arlow’s bare shoulder. “That is not helping,” she muttered.

Viago had gone very, very still—and like his snakes, Arlow knew that was the moment before the greatest danger. Before the strike.

“You overstep,” he hissed, stalking forward with precise, pointed steps. Arlow’s throat bobbed with a nervous swallow, but she glared up at him, chin tilting back the closer he came. He took her jaw roughly between his fingers anyway. “Your contract may have you brushing elbows with people of import, but you will not forget your place in my house.”

Teia’s other hand fell on Viago’s wrist. “Time and place, Vi. Let her go.”

He released Arlow and the skin where his fingers had pressed into her jaw thudded in time with her racing pulse. “Get out of here,” he said, not looking at her any longer. “Go back to the Fade—if you want to keep making mistakes, make them somewhere no one else can see.”

“Vi—“

“It’s fine, Teia.” Arlow took a shaky breath, but her voice, at least, was as cold and level as she wanted it to be. “It’s fine. I’m—I’ll talk to you later.”

Teia’s hand left her shoulder, artfully smudging the lines of purple and black that Arlow’s held-back tears had started to ruin. “There,” she murmured. “Go. I will talk to him.”

For what good it would do. Arlow managed a small smile, painted on in strokes of disbelief and resignation. She pressed a grateful kiss to Teia’s cheek, steeled herself to face the party again, and left.