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cieloclercs · 2 years ago

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what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 3? (read part 2 here)

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

warnings. swearing, online hate, we’re getting to the angst now 🫣 arguments, charles is an idiot, arthur and joris being sick of his shit (but what else is new)

pairings. charles leclerc x arsty!reader

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note. again, i have no idea how much modern art sells for at auctions so don’t come at me if this seems unrealistic 🙏☹️ i also feel the need to clarify that y/n has 2 instagram accounts, one personal and one for art stuff ☺️

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y/nsart auction update! 🎨

tide - sold for €12,460 erode - sold for €9,500 wave - sold for €20,890 glint - sold for €6,300

this is nothing short of a dream come true for me. the support i’ve seen both on social media and at the auction (once again, thank you to everyone who stopped by!) has been beyond anything i ever could have hoped for 🩵

if you’d told me when i was a little girl that one day people would pay for art i’ve created, i wouldn’t have believed you. i’m so so grateful to have been given this opportunity to do something that i love and to share it with the world 💗 i can’t wait to see what the future holds!

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username congratulations y/n! 💕💕

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leclerc_pascale C'est tout à fait mérité. N'arrêtez jamais de peindre, ma fille, vous avez un don! / completely deserved. never stop painting, my girl, you have a gift!

y/nsart merci beaucoup 🥹 je promets de ne pas le faire x / i promise i won’t

arthur_leclerc congratulations petite sœur! / little sister

y/nsart merci arth ☺️

y/nsart also, ‘petite’? i’m literally older than you?

arthur_leclerc but you’re smaller 🙃

charles_leclerc toujours fière de toi, ma chérie ❤️ / forever proud of you, sweetheart

y/nsart 😐

charles_leclerc you’re still mad at me? ☹️

y/nsart if you wanted one of my paintings you could have just asked rather than wasting over €20,000. i would have let you have it for free

charles_leclerc i didn’t waste anything, y/n

username uh oh mom and dad are fighting 😳

username ironic how her highest selling painting was literally bought by her best friend 😭

username i guarantee you it would NOT have sold for that much if charles hadn’t been bidding

username i don’t want to be the one to say it but lately it kind of feels like y/n’s been using her friendship with charles as a way to promote her art…

username as much as i love y/n icl i think you might be right 🥲

username 🤢🤢🤢

username stop using charles’ fame to try and make yourself relevant! you’ll never be good enough for him babes 🥰

username the switch up on these comments from ‘fans’ is actually so embarrassing

username i know! it’s like as soon as y/n starts becoming successful everyone suddenly decides it’s not because of her own hard work but because of charles 🙄

username lmao how has she managed to make tens of thousands for that shit she calls art? i’m sensing a clout chaser 😂

username this REEKS of jealousy

username these comments make me sick. y/n has proved time and time again how talented and hard working she is. just because charles doesn’t know you exist doesn’t mean you get to hate on another girl who he ACTUALLY cares about. grow up.

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username i feel so bad for y/n. no offence to charles but if he’d let the auction play out normally without bidding (although he does have a right to do so if he wants!) then she wouldn’t be getting all this hate right now 😔

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charles_leclerc back to work 🇳🇱

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username no y/n like? ☹️

username is y/n with you?

username guys check kym illman’s instagram! he said charles turned up to the paddock alone…

username i mean, y/n could be arriving later right?

username if y/n isn’t there it’ll be the first race she’s missed since singapore last year 😳

username y/n has a life besides charles! just because she’s not at one race doesn’t mean they’ve fallen out or anything ☺️

username but think about it…neither charles nor y/n have posted anything to do with each other since the auction a week ago normally they can barely go a day without posting each other 🥴

username can everyone just stop talking about y/n 🙄 all she ever did was distract him anyway

username forza charles! ❤️

username he’s not even smiling :((

username because he knows ferrari are shit, it’s probably nothing to do with y/n

username i didn’t even mention her? 😭

joris_trouche i think you’re missing someone mate

username JORIS??

username HE KNOWS SOMETHING!!

username JORIS PLEASE TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW

username i hate to be the bearer of bad news but y/n just posted. she’s not at the grand prix 🥲

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arthur_leclerc oh shit arthur_leclerc what did he do joris_trouche just say the word and i’ll smack him for you 😁 ↳ yourusername please don’t do that 😭 yourfriend you don’t need him, mon amour ❤️ ↳ yourusername ☺️

you:

did i do something wrong?

we haven’t spoken in a week

charlie 🤍:

no, y/n

you:

you won’t answer my calls

charlie 🤍:

i’ve been thinking about what you said

i don’t want you to have to deal with hate because of me

you:

so you think ignoring me is the answer?

charlie 🤍:

i’m not ignoring you, y/n, i’m trying to protect you

you:

what the fuck?

charles, i don’t care what people say about you

charlie 🤍:

but i do

isn’t it for the best? if we aren’t seen together for a while, you won’t get any of the hate

you:

you really don’t get it do you

if you think i want you to cut me off to ‘protect me’ then maybe you don’t know me as well as i thought you did

charlie 🤍:

don’t say that

i just want everyone to see you the way i do

you:

and i already told you, i don’t care what they think of me

i only care what you think

charlie 🤍:

why?

you:

i’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet

charlie 🤍:

figured what out? [ seen at 4:11PM ]

y/n?

you:

i think it’s best if we don’t see each other for a while

bye charles

charlie 🤍:

what?! [ seen at 4:13PM ]

y/n come back [ delivered at 4:14PM ]

just tell me what you mean [ delivered at 4:20PM ]

please y/n [ delivered at 4:47PM ]

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scuderiaferrari A DNF in Zandvoort for Charles. Now time to refocus ready for Monza 🔜

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username what the actual fuck was going on with him today?

username i don’t know. i’ve never seen him so distracted 😕

username honestly a rookie mistake. if he’s going to be pulling shit like this then he doesn’t deserve his seat 🤷

username it’s just one mistake?? calm down 😭

username why do i feel like this has something to do with y/n…

username oh my god will you all shut up about y/n 🙄 they’re not even dating !!

username and? they’ve been best friends since they were 5 years old. if my childhood friendship broke down i’d be pretty fucking upset about it too

username we don’t actually know that they’ve fallen out tho…neither of them have said anything

username but isn’t it obvious? y/n not at the race, charles being distracted and sulky around the paddock? they’ve definitely argued about something

username charles i can’t keep defending you when you do this 💔💔💔

username how this guy has managed to keep his seat with all these mistakes i have no idea 😒

username hopefully y/n will be in monza to bring him some good luck🤞

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bosbas · 1 year ago

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Chapter 5: I fear I have fallen from grace

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pairing: colin bridgerton x enemy!fem!reader WC: 3.4k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, a small part of the dialogue is in French, our girl is in her feels asf, some small hints of ~feelings~, Eloise being the best

Summary: It took precisely two days in England for you to utterly despise Colin Bridgerton. It took him approximately twelve hours after that to hate you right back. But he doesn't care that you're the only person in the ton who doesn't like him. You're set to marry someone else anyway, right?

May 23, 1816 – Of course, this author saved the most scandalous tidbit for last. It seems something dark lurked beneath the waters of the seemingly perfect courtship of Lady Montclair and Lord Barlow. Yesterday evening, Lady Montclair retired early from the Bridgerton ball, citing a debilitating headache as the reason for her early departure.

And the Duke… Well, this author can say that he had a very productive evening, indeed. A quick trip to the private Bridgerton courtyard found him locking lips with Lady Barrington in what seemed like a very passionate affair.

But what of Lady Montclair? One can be certain she has deftly avoided a most unfortunate situation, for what use is a Duke if he is not truly yours? Shall we witness Lady Montclair's endeavors for another match this season, or perhaps she will retreat to the sunlit hills of Tuscany? Hopefully, today’s races will reveal more about her intentions.

You crumpled the gossip column in your hands, eyes wide in shock as you felt your heartbeat in your ears. It seemed like the walls of your bedroom were closing in around you as tears blurred your vision. Surely this couldn’t be true. Surely Lord Barlow hadn’t completely betrayed you so far into your courtship. There had to be another explanation.

The longer you read and re-read Lady Whistledown’s words, the more you needed to convince yourself that they weren’t real. You felt anger rising in your chest, your chest constricting as your breathing quickened. It had to be Louis. There was absolutely no universe in which you got so close to getting everything you had worked for only for it to be taken away from you in such an unceremonious way.

You felt tears prickling your eyes and aggressively wiped them away, too angry to care about your appearance.

Standing abruptly and rushing to your door, you slammed it open and yelled into the hallway, “Louis!”

If he had somehow managed to create a fake Whistledown column as his idea of a sick joke, you were quite ready to kill him. But this was your only hope. It had to be him.

Not receiving a response from your brother, you desperately screamed out, “Je vais te crever !” (I’m going to kill you!)

Rushing out of his room, bewildered at your agitated state, Louis stopped in front of your open door. “Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas chez toi ? Arrête de crier.” (What the hell is your problem? Stop yelling.)

You shoved the crumpled gossip sheet into his chest, forcing him to take a step back with the force of your push. He steadied himself on your doorframe, a questioning look on his face, and you felt your hope dwindling.

Shoving the paper into him once again, you cried, “T'as vu ça? C'était toi qui as fait ça?” (Have you seen this? Did you do this?) Tears were streaming down your face as you unsuccessfully tried to contain your emotions.

Though it certainly would have been cruel of Louis, you wished more than anything that he had been the one to do this. That Lord Barlow's betrayal wasn’t real. That you would go to the races today and see the Duke and that he would greet you with a soft kiss on the back of your hand as the two of you walked pleasantly.

But your hopes quickly came crumbling down. Louis looked as confused as you felt, and you came to the realization that Whistledown’s words were, in fact, accurate. You choked back a sob, covering your mouth with the back of your hand as you fought to keep yourself under control.

“Attends, attends,” Louis said nervously (Hold on, hold on).

Recognizing that you were very much in the middle of a crisis, but having absolutely no idea why, he grabbed your hands and gently pushed you back into your room. Sitting you both down on your bed, he took the paper from your hands and smoothed it out to read as he placed a comforting arm around you, rubbing your arm up and down.

His comforting touch did away with the last of your resolve. You started crying freely, and you could do nothing but sob into his shoulder as he read, feeling him tense as his eyes scanned the words on the page.

As he got to the part where Lady Whistledown outlined the Duke’s promiscuity, he abruptly stood up, face contorted in what you knew to be fury. You would have been relieved that it wasn’t aimed at you just this once if your situation wasn’t so dire.

“Putain,” he muttered under his breath (Fuck).

He grabbed your hand and dragged you down the stairs with him as fast as possible. You stumbled after him, anxiety mounting as you realized he was taking you to your mother.

What would she think now that you had lost everything? You and the Duke were finished, evidently. But you were still unmarried. You were still out in society. Could you even bear the shame of having been rejected by Arthur? Would any gentleman ever look at you again, or would Lord Barlow’s impatience reflect too negatively on you?

After what felt like an eternity, you reached the open doorway of the sitting room. You could see your mother chatting pleasantly inside, and fear gripped your chest as you realized you were about to shatter any semblance of peace she might be feeling right now.

“Maman!” yelled Louis angrily as he stormed into the room, still clutching your hand.

Your mother let out a startled gasp, bringing a hand to her chest.

“Louis, darling, you scared me! Charlotte and Edward are here,” she said warmly, assuming that you and your brother were having nothing more than another silly argument that would be resolved in a matter of minutes.

But Louis was not in the mood for pleasantries.

“Y/N and the Duke are finished,” he announced, slamming the Whistledown column on the table in the middle of the room.

You sniffled as you saw the looks of confusion on your family’s faces, no longer crying but your breathing was still uneven.

“Pardon?” questioned Charlotte. “I don’t understand; I saw them dancing last night! She’ll be lucky to receive a proposal this week.”

“He’ll be lucky if I don’t kill him,” growled your brother.

“Louis!” your mother snapped, appalled by his language. “That is not-”

But Louis quickly interrupted, reading directly from the sheet in front of him.

“And the Duke… Well, this author can say that he had a very productive evening, indeed. A quick trip to the private Bridgerton courtyard…”

As your brother read, you saw the faces in the room slowly turn from confused to horrified, and you couldn’t help the choked sob that escaped your lips. Your mother quickly reached out to you, holding you tightly to her as you cried into her dress.

“Bloody bastard,” said Edward, shaking his head once Louis was finished reading. No one commented on his strong language, given that it encapsulated exactly how everyone else was feeling.

“Louis, go fetch your father,” ordered your mother, immediately falling into her protective mode.

Without complaint, Louis nodded and headed toward your father’s office.

"Y/N, my love, I do apologize terribly. We didn't catch a glimpse of anything last night," Charlotte insisted, sinking beside you on the settee.

"If I'd laid eyes on him in that courtyard last night, he'd be wishing he hadn't walked out of there," your mother grumbled with an edge to her voice.

Slightly unsure about how to react to three emotional women in one room who seemed ready to kill a man, Edward fidgeted while he decided what to do. Of course, he knew he wasn’t the duke you wanted to kill, but it couldn’t hurt to be on the safe side.

“Shall I ring for some tea? Yes, I think I’ll go fetch some tea,” he bumbled, awkwardly patting you on the head and making his escape toward the kitchen.

As Charlotte stroked your hair and your mother held you in her arms, you heard your father’s footsteps storming down the hall.

“Louis has explained everything,” Philippe said, crossing his arms as he entered the sitting room. “Y/N, you must go to the races today.”

You no longer had any prospects and all your father could think about were the horse races today. Was he serious?

“I can’t!” you argued. “I’ll be a pariah! Everyone knows I’m the girl who couldn’t keep a Duke.” You choked back a sob.

“What exactly happened between you two last night?” probed your mother, wanting to know just how badly your reputation was damaged.

Lady Whistledown’s account did not implicate you in any way, but Catherine knew how vicious the ton could be. She needed to know what level of damage control would be necessary to secure your standing in society.

“Nothing!” you insisted, sniffling. “He said he liked my necklace, we danced, and he asked to go outside. I was unsure about whether he wanted to propose or… do whatever he ended up doing with Miss Barrington.”

Louis’ eyebrows shot up, disbelief and newfound anger taking over his features. “He asked you to go to the courtyard with him? Alone?”

“Surely you said no! That’s ridiculous!” exclaimed Charlotte, equally as upset.

“I told him I had a headache and couldn’t stay the rest of the evening,” you said, fiddling with the hem of your dress nervously. “I don’t know what I did wrong! Should I have gone with him? Did I lose my only chance at a proposal?”

“You’ve certainly done nothing wrong,” your father shot back firmly. “No daughter of mine would act in such a crass manner, and the Duke’s shortcomings are most definitely not a reflection on you. Nor us.”

Your mother sighed. “He’s right, dearest. The Duke is simply a man lacking in character, and now the ton knows he is not to be trusted. It’s a horrible thing, what he did. But you’re not at fault,” she insisted, looking at your father. “Which is why you must attend the races today.”

You groaned at the prospect of facing the ton with their judgmental stares and wagging tongues. What your parents were saying made sense, though. You rubbed your temples, frustrated that you were now in such a precarious social standing.

Perhaps you had been right at the beginning of the season. Lord Barlow, along with Colin and Nigel and the rest of them, viewed women merely as breeding stock. There was nothing in it for you. No hope of romance, no hope of ever finding someone who could respect you.

“If you stay home today everyone will wonder if you somehow were involved,” chimed in Charlotte, ignoring your glare. “If you go and act like nothing is wrong, you can prove that the Duke is nothing but a man with a debilitating lack of self-control.”

You looked around to the rest of your family, who all seemed to agree with your sister.

However, seeing Edward walk back into the room followed by a lady’s maid carrying a tray, you tried one last time to get out of leaving your home today, or for the next three years.

“What about you, Edward? Do you think it’s a bad idea to go to the races today?”

“Oh, certainly not! In fact, it might be the best way to assure your future,” he said sympathetically.

You threw your head back in frustration. He had probably heard the conversation as he walked up and didn’t want to disagree with the rest of your family, you thought glumly. Nevertheless feeling quite defeated, you slumped back in your seat and crossed your arms.

“Fine. I’ll go,” you conceded as if you even had a choice.

The horrible feeling in your chest had subsided somewhat, but you were still devastated. At least your family was on your side. However, you were still feeling dreadfully embarrassed, and you knew being out in plain view today would only make it worse.

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“And you saw them?” asked Eloise, a disturbed look on her face as she walked toward the bustling paddock.

Colin nodded, careful to keep his voice down. “I wish I could claw my eyes out. I think his tongue was so far down that-”

“Colin!” scolded Violet, failing to hide her small giggle at her son’s retelling of the previous night.

“I’m sorry, Mother, but it was a horrific sight!” said Colin, also struggling to contain his laughter.

But as soon as your family came into view, the Bridgertons sobered. It might have seemed funny at the moment, but Lord Barlow’s actions had the potential to ruin your future. It was doubtful that they would, since you were from a titled family and had done nothing wrong, but Colin could sense the whispers and pointed looks aimed at you as you walked toward the racetrack.

“Oh, Y/N!” called Eloise, quickly leaving her family as she rushed to your side. “Colin’s just told me what happened. He found Lord Barlow in the courtyard last night! Are you alright?”

Colin felt a bit ashamed of himself for making light of the situation as he saw tears welling in your eyes at his sister's words. The regret gnawed at him; he wished he could have told you himself, or at least had his mother break the news more gently. Yet, time had been against them.

For all the sorrow he felt at seeing you hurt, a selfish part of him couldn't help but feel a flicker of relief that the impending marriage was off the table. But he quickly quashed that thought, not quite sure where it had come from and not caring to understand why he felt this way.

You blinked quickly to try to keep your tears from spilling as you looked at Eloise making her way to your side. Taking a few deep breaths, you grabbed onto her hand. Nodding at the rest of your family, you waited until they were a few paces ahead of you to answer Eloise.

“Oh, El, it’s dreadful,” you sniffled. “I don’t know what I did to lose him is the worst part. I can barely believe it. I thought it was Louis at first, trying to wind me up.”

Eloise cooed sympathetically. “I know, it must be horrible. I have no idea how he managed to get into our private courtyard. But at least he hadn’t proposed yet! Seeing the kind of man Lord Barlow is, it’s lucky that this happened now and not three months into your marriage.”

“I suppose,” you answered, not quite ready to see the positives in the situation yet.

Suddenly, you heard snickering behind you and turned to see two women who looked to be your age pointing at you and talking in hushed tones.

Turning around back to Eloise, you hissed, “The nerve! Why are they laughing at me? It’s Lord Barlow they should be laughing at.”

“I assume they would be if he was here.”

“He’s not here?”

“No one’s heard from him since last night,” Eloise remarked, linking her arm with yours as she guided you back to the stands. “And it’s all for the better. I daresay I might have given him a swift kick to the face if I laid eyes on him today.”

You chuckled, the first glimmer of lightness since reading Lady Whistledown this morning, thankful for Eloise’s friendship. Giving her arm a grateful squeeze, you found comfort in her mischievous smile.

“Our mothers are likely already planning the Duke’s demise as we speak,” she quipped, gesturing towards where your families were seated together.

But a deep weariness overtook you at the thought of being the subject of ton gossip for the next few days. “It’s all anyone’s going to be talking about for the next week, isn’t it?” you sighed.

Eloise’s heart twinged with empathy, knowing the delicate balance you now faced in the unforgiving eyes of society. She wished desperately that your worth wasn’t tied to another man’s title or fortune.

“Well, actually,” she began with a twinkle in her eye, “the real scandal will be that the beautiful Lady Y/N Montclair is still unclaimed by any suitor. You’re in a prime position to be selective now! It might just be a bit of fun.”

You shot her a wry look. “How much more selective can I get than a duke?”

Eloise was intimately familiar with the high pressure you faced to get married. She knew that you had been preparing for this your entire life, but she also suspected you weren’t entirely aligned with your parents’ view of marriage. She had seen the uncertainty in your gaze whenever Lord Barlow walked away, the fluttering nerves you disguised as excitement.

“Tell me honestly,” she pressed gently. “Is there not a small part of you, deep down, that feels a sense of relief now that your courtship with the Duke has ended?”

Pausing thoughtfully, you mulled over her words. Maybe you weren’t actually as attached to Lord Barlow as you thought. After all, you weren’t upset that you had lost him, only that he had embarrassed you and that you had to begin your search for a husband anew.

With a tentative smile, you nodded, admitting, “Just don’t let my mother hear you say that.”

Stepping onto the stands, you and Eloise quickly found your way to your families. Unfortunately, the only empty seats were next to Colin. You were tempted to turn around and leave, but Eloise placed a hand on your back and pushed you forward, forcing you next to your least favorite member of the ton.

You unsuccessfully tried to hide your disdain as you sat next to Colin, who looked the picture of serenity. It made you unreasonably angry that he seemed completely unaffected by last night’s events while you had to face the social repercussions.

“I’m sorry about Lord Barlow,” he spoke softly, a hint of sincerity in his voice that caught you off guard.

You hesitated, the anger in you momentarily waning as you looked at him. It was a rare moment of vulnerability from Colin Bridgerton, and you found yourself unexpectedly moved.

“I’m sure you are,” you shot back, tone more biting than you intended.

“Pardon?” Colin’s brow furrowed, a touch of offense creeping into his voice at your sharp retort.

“Oh, spare me,” you rolled your eyes, a familiar frustration you only felt around Colin coming back to you. “You expect me to believe you just happened upon the Duke and Miss Barrington? It’s a bit too convenient, don’t you think?”

Colin’s eyes widened, a flicker of hurt crossing his features before it was masked by indignation. Did you really think he was capable of something like that? Of making up a lie that would sabotage your future marriage to a duke? The thought stung more than he cared to admit.

“Other people saw them, you know,” he retorted, a hint of anger seeping into his words. “And I wouldn’t lie about something like that,” he snapped.

The two of you had spent enough time that he was thoroughly offended that you thought so lowly of him. You were just entrenched in your grudge against him and refused to budge. He regretted trying to be agreeable at all.

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow skeptically, feeling your own anger rise in response. “So they just magically appeared in your private courtyard without being given access?”

Colin opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. He was too angry, too upset that you thought so lowly of him.

“Fine,” he finally bit out, his jaw clenched. “Believe what you will.”

Colin turned away, unable to face you any longer. His reputation among the ton be damned; why did you think he was some kind of monster? He supposed he hadn’t made a good case for himself, tormenting you whenever possible, but he was still furious that you were acting like Lord Barlow’s actions were somehow his fault. Why was he chronically unable to be in your good graces?

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pumpkinpatchmaniac · 5 months ago

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ARCANE SEASON 2 ARC 3 SPOILERS‼️‼️

I noticed this while watching episode 7: “Pretend like its the first time”, not that small of a detail but:

(I’m sorry if it is incoherent i just really needed to get this out.)

During the innovative party scene where Ekko dances with Powder, the song that plays is ”ma meilleure ennemie” by Stromae & Pomme, which translates to ”my best (female) enemy” which clearly refers to Powder, or Jinx.

In the intro begins a small chant where they say

Je t’aime, je t’attends […]

Meaning “ i love you, i am waiting for you” which clearly explains Ekko before coming to terms that Jinx no longer is Powder, since he fell inlove with Powder he keeps waiting for Powder to come back. This mental dilemma of having to accept that even if its the same body, same face its not the same person anymore, which is later supported by the first chorus where Stromae sings

La pire des bénédiction, La plus belle des malédictions

“The worse of all blessings, the best of all curses”, Powder was the best thing that happened to him while Jinx was the worse thing which makes this relationship with her- this connection, both a blessing and a curse.

But what made the scene more interesting was when they danced and the part

Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi [but my best enemy, that is you.]

Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi [flee from me, the worse is you and i]

Mais si tu cherches encore ma voix [but if you keep searching for my voice]

Oublie-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi [forget me, the worse is you and i]

I know we all wanted Ekko to stay in that timeline and be happy with Powder but remember season 1 where- whilst every Jinx or Vi centric episodes always began with a flashback, the Ekko centric one started from the present. Indicating that Ekko forces himself to always look forward than trying to let the past get to him. For exempel in - please correct me if i’m wrong, season 1 episode 5 when Vi said that she should’ve been there to help Ekko, he only says ”that’s is a good way to drive yourself crazy”. He immidiantly shut down any thought of what could’ve been, indirectly forcing Vi to think about the present. Especially afterwards when Vi talks about getting Powder back when Ekko has already fully acknowledge that there is only Jinx. All of this makes him being in that timeline more difficult for him since it is exactly what he wanted to avoid, being stuck in what could’ve been.

Dancing with Powder just engraves this furthee into him, this is unhealthy for Ekko since it’s the relation ship between him and Jinx. As to reiterate ”if you keep searching for Powder’s, voice, stop, it will just drive you crazy”

Also to refer to the pre-chorus!

First one:

Tu sais c'qu'on dit [you know what they say]

Sois près d'tes amis les plus chers [stay close to your dearest friends]

Mais aussi [but even]

Encore plus près d'tes adversaires [even closer to your adversaries (i.e antagonists, villains)

And the second one

Je t'avais dit : "Ne regarde pas en arrière" [i have told you : “dont look back]

Le passé qui te suit te fait la guerre [the past will follow you and take you to war]

(This is pretty self explanatory)

Additionally, before the kiss scene where Ekko says “can we pretend like it’s the first the first time”, further insinuates the whole, “this is my present even thought it’s a part of your past”.

TL:DR

This scene hurts

(Authors note:

I know it is not a small detail and not that significant but i really wanna acknowledge how every part of the Arcane series have a significance into the story. And honestly i needed to vent. It was so fun last night watching the scene and hearing ”le pire, c’est toi et moi” and just go ”oh, word?”. I am not French but i studied it so it just felt good from that POV too.

Edit: i was not aware that Arcane gets critizied over how litteral the songs are to the scene but i still stand by my point about why i really liked the song and this scene specifically)

#arcane powder #arcane spoilers #arcane #spoilers #arcane arc 3 #arcane arc 3 spoilers #ekko arcane #mysweetboyekkoilovehimsomuch #didimentionthatiloveekko #i started watching arcane because i saw an edit of ekko and then the bridge scene clip so i appreciate the more Ekko we got this season #the third arc was my favorite #music analysis #soundtrack #riotmusic #riot games #stromae #pomme #netflix #timebomb

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On this day, 2 July 1848, enslaved people in St Croix (now the US Virgin Islands) rebelled, burned down plantations and besieged the town of Frederiksted. The Caribbean island was at that time a Danish colony, and it had been decreed that slavery would be abolished in 1859, but the enslaved workers refused to wait. After revolutions in Europe led to turmoil in nearby Martinique and Guadeloupe, hundreds of rebels seized the moment and rose up. By the end of the day, only the local military garrison, Fort Frederiksværn, had not yet been overrun. The following day, the governor general, Peter von Scholten arrived. Faced with demands from the enslaved people to immediately abolish slavery, or they would burn the town to the ground, he relented and shouted out: “Now you are free, you are hereby emancipated.” Technically von Scholten had no authority to abolish slavery, and he was strongly criticised by enslavers and Danish authorities. But faced with a fait accompli, Denmark had no real choice but to accept the situation. The agreement achieved by the formerly enslaved people went even further than just immediate emancipation, as the order issued on the night of July 3 also applied to the Danish colonies of St Thomas and St John, and directed that the enslaved had the right to keep their current housing and provisions for three months, and that elderly and ill labourers had to be looked after by the former enslavers "until further determination". The old enslavers subsequently sued the Danish government demanding recompense for the loss of their "property". Danish Parliament rejected their claim, on the grounds that "slavery [was] itself an institution in conflict with religion and justice". But they did then agreed to pay a relatively low compensation figure of $50 per enslaved person. More information, sources and map: https://stories.workingclasshistory.com/article/9191/st-croix-enslaved-revolt Pictured: St Thomas freedom statue https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=654237043416181&set=a.602588028581083&type=3

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marionbulot · 11 months ago

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Hello ❤ Fr ---------------------------------------- Dans 2 semaines sortira la BD « le Caillou », aux éditions Dargaud ! Une histoire de Joachim Hérissé que j’ai pris soin de mettre en dessin/couleurs, et dont voici la couverture ! C’est notre toute première BD avec Joachim, et c’est avec beaucoup d’émotions que nous avons reçu les exemplaires auteurs… On ne réalise pas tout à fait encore, mais on espère très fort qu’elle vous plaira et que vous accueillerez Timéo, Roya, Tana et les autres avec douceur dans votre petit cocon 🏡 ✨Sortie officielle en France le 31 mai !!✨ (Et pour les sarthois, rendez-vous la semaine prochaine le 24 et 25 mai pour une avant-première/dédicace… à la @librairie_bulle_officiel au Mans ! Plus d'infos très bientôt...) https://www.dargaud.com/bd/le-caillou-bda5525650 En ---------------------------------------- Here we are : in 2 weeks the graphic novel “Le Caillou” (“The Stone”) will be available in french libraries… A story from Joachim Hérissé, drawn by me and published by Dargaud editions.Let’s share the cover to celebrate !! It's our very first graphic novel with Joachim so receiving the author's copies and hold the book in our hands was quite emotional… We don't realize it yet, but we very much hope that you will like it and that you’ll warmly welcome Timéo, Roya, Tana and the others into your little cocoon 🏡! See you on may 31th for its official release in France… and finger crossed to get an english version in the future !

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Article on Tintin with Hergé interview from Radio-Luxembourg's 1958 yearly radio/TV guide. Includes a photo of Claude Vincent, Tintin's first voice on the radio, in the studio. Translated in full below because it's a rare article, because it's an interesting snapshot of how Tintin was being received in 1958, and also because it contains incredible phrases like "Tintin fait des sauts normaux" and "Tintin est un précoce reporter d'environ 15 ans, à l'âme de preux et au visage de clown."

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Is there a child between 7 and 15 years old who doesn’t know Tintin and Snowy, Captain Haddock, General Alcazar, the Thompsons, the opera singer Bianca Castafiore, little Chang, Professor Calculus or the evil Dr. Muller? Sign of the immense popularity of Tintin: in 1957, he became a radio character on Radio Luxembourg in a skillful staging by Jean Maurel, following the texts adapted from the albums by Paul Achard. To all the young listeners who followed his adventures, today we present his father, the Belgian artist Hergé (our photo to the left), who invented “Tintin” 28 years ago.

TINTIN IS 28

Close to 30 years ago, in a Brussels barrack, a colonel was questioning a few officer cadets:

“What will you do when you leave the regiment?” he asked. They all had well-defined plans, except for one who gently answered the shocked colonel: “I don’t know.”

This ditherer is today one of the most popular authors in Europe. And he was right to not tell his fortune, because the secret of his success is that he wasn’t seeking it.

if Pierre Quet in “Constellation” is to be believed, everything points to the fact that Georges Remi didn’t plan on working for the sake of posterity.

“The year was 1929. At that time he was assistant photoengraver at the Belgian newspaper “Le XXe siècle,” and if he didn’t know how to draw well yet, he already had the taste for it. One day, Father Wallez, director of the publication, brought him in and asked him to make a comic for children. It took him twenty-four hours to come up with the name Tintin. “Why Tintin?” he says today. “Simply because that name sounded like a happy call.” He accepted the deal, but with one condition: “I would rather not sign my own name,” he specified, “because one day I might need to draw and I don’t want TinTin [sic] to harm me.” He took the initials of his name - Georges Remi - reversed them and transcribed them phonetically: that gave him Hergé.*

<- TINTIN 1930…

The first adventures of Tintin date from 1930. That was “Tintin in the Land of the Soviets,” today out of print, which Hergé refuses to allow to be republished, judging it badly drawn. The only copy that he still has, signed “To my little Germaine” (at the time his fiancée, and afterwards his wife**), shows an indeed rudimentary “Tintin” compared to the “1958 Tintin.” His features have been defined, Snowy’s muzzle shortened.

…TINTIN 1958 ->

[*] Note: It's not true that Hergé invented his pen name for Tintin; he had been using it since 1924. Also, the series turned 29 in 1958, not 28...

[**] Not for much longer; Hergé and Germaine would separate the next year, though they were not officially divorced until 1977.

At Radio Luxembourg: Tintin (Claude Vincent) has gotten into a suit of armor to save the dog Snowy, kidnapped in a medieval castle. Next to her, the actor Georges Aminel, who voices Snowy.

Top Panel

TINTIN IS NOT A “SUPERMAN”

Just what is Tintin’s secret? It’s offering children, unlike in American comics, a hero that they can imitate. Tintin is not, in the very words of Walt Disney, an absolute “nonsense” like Mickey [Mouse]. He’s nothing like Superman, who typically accomplishes 7-meter jumps. Tintin jumps normally. Tintin’s universe is scaled to children, his courage and his intelligence are such that they can dream of having one day, his punches are decisive, but his strength does not seem excessive to them. They feel that they can play at being Tintin.

Frequently cited as an example of this is the conduct of a little German from Hamburg. “Tintin strikes, but to defend himself, and afterwards he helps his victim,” explained last January young Karl Zuppert, age 11, to the police. Having heard a suspicious noise while staying with his grandparents, he succeeded in knocking out a thief that had gotten into the apartment with the handle of a shovel. And after tying him up, he calmly called the police. But in the meantime, he dressed the unconscious thief’s wound.

(Constellation. June 1957.)

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The assistant photoengraver who didn’t want to jeopardize his signature has now sold hundreds of thousands of copies of each of the eighteen “Tintin” albums.

“The Adventures of Tintin” have been translated into a dozen languages, including Indochinese [Vietnamese]. In France, Belgium, Switzerland, Canada, England, Denmark and Sweden, Tintin keeps his name. He’s called “Tim” in Germany and Finland, “Tim-Tim” in Portugal and Brazil and “Kuifje” in Holland and Flanders.

Those who don’t know “Tintin” are becoming rarer and rarer. They are currently found among singles of a certain age. For their sake, let us quickly explain the gist of Hergé’s albums.

Tintin is a precocious reporter of about 15 years of age, with the soul of a knight and the face of a clown (round head, vertical tuft, dumbfounded air, and with good reason) whom chance puts on the track of bandits, gun- or drug-smugglers, counterfeiters, simple thieves, etc… Always accompanied by his dog Snowy, he exposes them, pursues them, and captures them while risking death once every four pages at minimum. Each album is 62 pages. These are books in pictures where the minimal text escapes from the characters’ mouths in “balloons” and by its very simplicity translates their thoughts very exactly.

From this succession of shots that complete each other is born an extraordinary impression of life.

“Tintin” is drawing in motion.

And yet, Hergé never learned how to draw. But he always had the taste for it. Very young at school, he drew nonstop during class, above all battle scenes, episodes from the ‘70 [Franco-Prussian] War, the Cuirassiers of [the battle of] Reischshoffen [sic], for example, which his grandfather told him about… “But if I was drawing with one hand, I was listening with the other,” he adds.

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Around Hergé (center), here’s his general staff (modelists - colorists - compositors) that works on creating “Tintin” albums… and has its say in everything that carries the “Tintin” name: badges, t-shirts, pencils, puzzles, dolls, postcards, banners, watches, blocks, wallets, undergarments, baby clothes, curtains, paper, etc… not to mention the magazine.

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[continued from previous page] In the end, I was a good student in everything but drawing, drawing in the way that they taught it in class. So, at 16, I enrolled at a drawing school. I only stayed there one day, they made me draw an acanthus leaf and that put me off.”

Tintin, driven by his adventures, has traveled through the whole world. But his creator has voyaged little and without exoticism. He only knows France, Italy, Germany, Scandinavia, Switzerland and French Africa.

Hergé is 48. He has fine features, as if drawn with a well-sharpened pencil. One wants him to look like Tintin - or else be completely the opposite. It’s not so simple. He doesn’t have a quiff like Tintin, his hair is greying. Between the two of them, they have four blue eyes. Tintin is always flanked by Snowy. Hergé doesn’t have a dog, instead 5 cats. Rather more than like Hergé himself, Tintin apparently looks like his officer brother in the Belgian Congo, who is called Major Tintin in the army.

Hergé lives, with his wife, four days a week in Brussels and the rest of the time 35 kilometers away, in his Brabantian country house in Céroux-Mousty.

His pleasures are simple: playing pétanque, ping-pong, chess or Scrabble (a sort of crossword you make yourself), reading (mostly Balzac, Simenon and Félicien Marceau) and sometimes going to the movies. He greatly admires Charlie Chaplin and Harry Langdon.

Hergé is one of the few children’s authors to have no children.

Hergé’s studios are located on avenue Louise, in Brussels' upscale neighborhood. He has a dozen collaborators who take part of his work off his shoulders, but the ideas, the drawings of characters are always his. Each book requires more than a year of work. Each page includes 12 to 15 colored panels and a drawing sometimes goes through five to six different versions before finding its definitive form. The backgrounds, the characters, the outfits, the accessories are studied according to the place, and the time, of the action. For the ships, Hergé is aided by a marine draughtsman. For “Destination Moon,” he had a model made of the interior of the rocket under the direction of an expert on astronautics, Alexandre Ananoff. And if the savages [sic] of “The Broken Ear” or “Prisoners of the Sun” quite simply speak Flemish patois, the Chinese texts in “The Blue Lotus” or the Arabic ones in “The Red Sea Sharks” are by contrast authentic Chinese and Arabic texts.***

In “The Calculus Affair,” Hergé had to bring the gendarmes of Geneva and the firefighters of Nyon into play. The most nit-picking of Swiss readers wouldn’t be able to find a single mechanical or sartorial error there. The Nyon firefighters sent photographs of their different types of vehicles taken from all angles, and the Geneva gendarmes a painstaking description of their uniforms.

This precision, this exactitude, are the main strength of the father of “Tintin.”

Sure of his immense audience, he’s certainly the only children’s author who could allow himself to admit:

“If my characters don’t die (I’ve only ever killed two scoundrels who drown at the end of “The Broken Ear”), it’s a little bit because I have an interest in thriftiness” [i.e. he wants to reuse them].

Side Panel

Tintin’s Mail

Hergé gets letters from every corner of the globe and of all sorts:

“… Mr. Hergé, I’m mad because your story isn’t pretty anymore, there are to many leters and no picture.” [sic!]

“… You draw more people than Van Gogh with prettier colors.”

“… Tintin has brought the household to consensus. My husband reads it first, solemnly, on the train and on the metro, coming back from the Ministry. He was for a long time director of the police service in Tien-Sin [Tianjin] and in Shaï [Shanghai] and he sends you his particular congratulations for “The Blue Lotus.” You certainly must have spent time in the Far East to find the right note like that…”

“… At the clinic in Louvain, Tintin is a close friend of both the young invalids and the old… doctors.”

Along with the doctors of the clinic in Louvain, one of our most famous child psychiatrists, Dr. Berge, also appreciates Tintin. He spoke at length about it during a recent conference at the Parents’ School about children’s books:

“Tintin represents,” he said, “the victory of childhood over the adult. The appeal of Tintin for the child is on one hand the caricatural understanding of types, and on the other the wordplay even if he doesn’t grasp it (the child doesn’t hate not understanding sometimes).”

Another honor, this one unexpected: a third-year student at the National School of Administration, Pierre Audouin, chose as the subject of his thesis “Tintin and Politics.”

But the finest accolade is certainly that of the referendum organized by the Children's Fair: “Who is your favorite hero?” The majority of the 2,163 boys asked (14.25%) answered Tintin, thereby beating, and by far, [actor] Eddie Constantine (6.75%), [emperor] Napoleon (5.26%), [cyclist] Bobet and [king] Louis XIV (5.5%) and [aviator] Mermoz (3%).

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[***] This is true for the Arumbayas, and for the Syldavians and Bordurians, but the Incas of Prisoners speak Spanish or French, not Marollien.

#tintin #hergé #radio #resources #i also like how the article feels the need to explain what scrabble is

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pilferingapples · 1 year ago

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Among the many , many key things going on in the Waterloo Digression, Hugo saw it as possible support against the censors. In a letter to his publisher Lacroix, Hugo urged using excerpts from it in the advance promo work, writing:

En lançant la deuxième et la troisième partie, faites feu des quatre mains. Si l’on donne des citations, qu’on insiste sur Waterloo, qu’on fasse ressortir ce que ce livre a de national, qu’on remue la fibre française, qu’on fasse d’avance honte à Persigny d’arrêter un livre où il est rendu enfin justice à Ney, grand-père de sa femme, qu’on rende la saisie impossible en disant que c’est la bataille de Waterloo régalée par la France, etc. Entendez-vous pour cela avec MM. Vacquerie et Meurice. — Et nos amis de L’Indépendance. M. Frédérix. Demandez de ma part un article à Bancel. Déjà Kesler en a publié deux dans Le Courrier de l’Europe.

"When launching the second and third parts (Vol 2 : Cosette and Vol 3: Marius-PA) fire with all four hands. If we give quotations, if we insist on Waterloo, if we emphasize what is national about this book, if we stir the French fiber,if we shame Persigny in advance about stopping a book where justice is finally done to Ney, his wife's grandfather, we make the seizure impossible by saying that it is the battle of Waterloo regaled by France, etc. "

Waterloo is a key pillar of the book, but Hugo was always aware of the potential political fallout waiting for him even more than other authors, and had to be politically shrewd as well as a skilled writer!

#LM 1.2.#Les Miserables #Waterloo Digression #Les Mis Letters

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yasukematsudadefender · 25 days ago

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hii, i saw you have both bpd and aspd and i wanted to ask if you could explain in detail how these two works for you, i suspect having both of them but I can't really find informations about it

Hi, ofc!

As a disclaimer it's only my experience. I'm an example of really extreme and destructive symtomps. That's the reason I was diagnosed as a minor. Everyone can show it differently. I also have NPD and PPD traits, not as an outside disorders but I have narcissistic and paranoid features.

Anger issues and emotional dysregulation is one of the most disabling symtomps. I have very big problems with emotions, especially anger. I'm angry all the time, I can become furious and agressive because of the smallest thing. I had problems with court because of it. I'm resorting to physical fights often, verbal and emotional agression, destroying things, self harm. Faiting, vomitting and somatic issues because of anger is very common. I have very serious tantrums which I don't remember. I'm often physically violent and threating during these. Besides it, I'm literally unable to regulate myself and I feel things only in extreme. There's things I don't feel like empathy or remorse, and feelings I rarely feel like happiness, fear or sadness but if I do it's only in absolute. I'm not happy, I'm euphoric, I'm not sad I'm suicidal, I'm not ashamed/disgusted I'm devastated, I'm not angry I'm homicidal, I'm not neutral I'm bored and empty. I also border between complete apathy, emotional detachment and feeling everything. I also struggle with homicidal ideation and violent fantasies like fantasy about starting school shooting or burning my school.

Disregard for rules and rights, feelings of others. I hate rules. I hate when someone tell me what to do. I hate authorities. I'm also hyperindependent, I can't stand when somebody want to help me, I feel weak. Everything must be like I want. I don't care about feelings of others, you have to deserve my respect and I hate when someone is mad when I don't care about them, why should I? I often hurt others and I can't see it. I had problems with law and in school because I couldn't stand the rules. I've been breaking them just to make them mad. Now, I'm trying my best to have more respect to others and the rules but then it was tragic. I was stealing, pathologically lying, vandalizing, burning things, bullying others (I was really mean, I'm not bragging I'm talking about symtomps), I was hostile, threating and agressive towards others. I threatning my brother with a knife multiple times, I beat up my peers, siblings and ex-boyfriend (he actually deserved it lol).

Lack of empathy and remorse. I have average cognitive empathy but I will never feel you. I just can't. And I'm mad when someone shame on me because of it. I'm annoyed by people's crying and emotions. I don't feel remorse for any of my actions. I can fake it but not feel it, same with empathy. I feel regret and shame, I'm working on taking responsibility because I'm great at crying and coming up with legal excuses when I do something wrong instead of taking responsibility for it.

I have weird bond to people. I have hard times to bond to someone. I have friends but I don't feel bond to them. It's also very confusing with my BPD because I can feel totally detached to someone and still fear they abandon me. Example my friend. I don't feel attached to her, sometimes I hate her very much but even that, I'll do anything her not to leave me. I border between love and hate between people I'm close to and not only. People say they confuse who I like and who I don't, and idk either. One day I like someone very much and the same day I can start hate somebody without a clear reason.

Exception/favorite person. That's very interesting because he's the only person I'm actually bonded with. I can tell I feel empathy and remorse towards him to extant level. I'm experiencing exception, favorite person and fixation. Exception is a person who I can feel care, empathy, remorse, they genuinely don't bore me and I love them very very much. I'm also very protective over them. Favorite person is someone who help me regulate myself and fill the void in me. I can be very very possesive and jeaolus about my exception and favorite person. I want them all to myself. Fixation is someone who interest me. But not in romantic or sexual way. I'm just interested in that person. I had a lot of people like that, it can be anyone, even someone I don't know. I've never cared emotionally about a fixation, I just had a need to know everything about them. I often stalked this person, have their photos in my phone and know everything about their life. Ik its creepy, sorry.

Lack of impulse control. It's very exhausting. It shows as compulsive spending money, sexual behavior, abusing substances, I'm doing something first and secondly thinking. I'm also very hot-tempered. I often misinterpret words and react inaccurate. I'm very irresponsible. I don't care about my own safety or the safety of others. More than once, harm has been done to me or someone else because of my recklessness. I'm focused on constant pleasure and I can't fulfill work. I need dopamine all the time. Food, sex, masturbation, drugs, alcochol, nicotine, binge watching, arguing and provoking people, watching extreme and brutal things like disturbing video or gore, everything what gives me adrenaline (I have never enjoyed gore, I don't watch it anymore). I can't survive a day without it. I need hard stimulation, I'm so so bored, chronically. I have problems with studying and fulfill my duties.

Paranoia, dissociation and hallucinations this one is strange and idk if it is connected to my ASPD/BPD because pwBPD experience temporary paranoia and dissociation but I don't. I'm not stressed. My ASPD shut down feeling of anxiety. I have depersonalization-derealization disorder and I experience chronic dissociation and I have suspected PPD traits. But besides it, I often see shadows, I hear things or smell things. I'm very paranoid and defensive. I feel like people want to ruin my reputation and destroy me. I'm sure everyone who talk gossip about me and make fun of me. I can find offense literally everywhere. This results in social isolation and agression.

Arrogance. Everyone tell me I'm very arrogant and opinionated. I have big sense of superiority. It switch between megalomania and extreme hatred to myself. But even if I feel like shit and I hate myself, I still feel superior to others and I will never admit that. Teachers, doctors, therapists, probation officers, people working in the court and my family tell me that I have a very grandiose, demanding and pretentious tone and that I don't care about anything. Which is true. I have lack of facial expression. That's why I was misdiagnosed with autism. I can be sarcastic and I can joke but I have serious and emotionless face that everyone thinks I'm fr when I'm ironic.

Fucked up sense of self and mood swings. Lack of indentity is weird. I don't feel like a human, I don't feel my gender, my personality traits or interests. If I have interest, I don't feel like their mine. I don't see myself as a human but like a narrator in a series or game. I also don't see others as a real people, more like an objects. Can't imagine that they have their own life and they aren't characters in my life. Ik it's some kind of developmental issue. It's very weird to explain. And mood swings. Mood swings aren't random but I can feel all emotions in half an hour. I need the slightest stimulus to change my mood, it can be anything. I can be happy and one small thought, a word in a song or a view outside the window can make me fall into a spiral of depression and suicidal desire. It's also a strange and hard to explain.

Exploitative relationships. I can hate someone with all my heart but fawning to them and being nice because they give me something. It can be anything.

I'm very suicidal and self-destructive. I'm trying or I want to hurt myself always when something go wrong. In the opposite of healthy people I can't logically solve my problem, I immidately want to kill myself. I almost don't have any survival instinct, I have fatal health proboems because of my self-destructive behaviors and I don't care. I'm happy when something's happening to me. States of depression are also very common in ASPD. Almost every person with ASPD experience depressive episodes or suicidal tendencies. This is one of less known symtomps. We in bad mood almost all the time. We are often described as grumpy, negativistic, pesimistic and depressed.

Idk if I can say more, maybe I can but I can't remember as much. If I would have any more ideas I will write it in reblogs!

#aspd #bpd #actually antisocial #actually bpd #actually borderline #actually aspd #aspd safe #aspd awareness #antisocial personality disorder #bpd awareness #borderline personality disorder #conduct disorder

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transparentgentlemenmarker · 6 days ago

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What if humans were raised by chickens and eventually consumed ???

Joey Chestnut

Et si les humains étaient élevés par des poulets et finalement consommés ???

Avec plus de 20 milliards d’individus, le poulet constitue l’espèce la plus importante parmi les vertébrés. Nous habitons une planète de poulets. Ces animaux élevés pour leur viande pèsent à eux seuls trois fois plus que l’ensemble des oiseaux sauvages réunis. Et, au-delà même des oiseaux, il s’agit de l’espèce vertébrée la plus répandue sur Terre : elle compte 23 milliards d’individus vivants et constitue la viande la plus consommée dans le monde. Elle est ainsi devenue un symbole frappant de l’anthropocène – cette nouvelle ère géologique caractérisée par l’impact écrasant des humains sur les processus géologiques terrestres. Le poulet tel que nous le connaissons a tellement évolué au regard de ses ancêtres, que ses os deviendront sans doute des fossiles de ce temps où les humains régnaient sur la planète. Dans une récente étude publiée dans Royal Society Open Science, nous avons comparé les os des poulets contemporains à ceux de leurs ancêtres de l’époque pré-romaine. Nos poulets actuels apparaissent radicalement différents : ils sont dotés d’un squelette surdimensionné, leur chimie cérébrale reflète l’homogénéité de leur régime alimentaire et la diversité génétique de l’espèce a significativement diminué. Le poulet actuel apparaît ainsi deux fois plus grand que le poulet médiéval. Le but de son élevage n’est autre qu’une prise de poids rapide.

Un poulet âgé de cinq semaines, à côté de son ancêtre (la poule rouge « de jungle ») âgée de six semaines. Bennett et al / Royal Society, Author provided

La vitesse de sa croissance s’est accélérée durant la seconde moitié du XXᵉ siècle : aujourd’hui, le poulet dit de chair grossit cinq fois plus vite que les poulets des années 1950. Ils sont par conséquent mûrs pour l’abattage à seulement cinq ou six semaines. La preuve de cette croissance extraordinaire est inscrite dans leurs os, qui apparaissent moins denses et souvent déformés. Il est poignant de constater que ces oiseaux ne survivraient pas s’ils sortaient de l’élevage industriel. Du fait de leur corps énorme, beaucoup d’oiseaux meurent de problèmes cardiaques ou respiratoires lorsqu’ils vivent un mois de plus.

#oeuf #egg #joyeuses fêtes de pâques #happy easter

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dear-lucrow · 2 months ago

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hi!

I’m sorry if it’s some kind of overstepping of boundaries but since I always see a distinct correlation between being an amazing author and having great preferences in reading (and also as your other blog states you work in the editorial field) maybe you could share some of your favourite fictional books pretty please? 🥺 🙏 (something more or less light and/or a la dbd would be perfect)

p.s. also thank you so much for your fics they’re wonderful💛

Oh hi! That's such a nice question, thank you! 🥰

I love reading things from all different genres, so my favourites are all over the place. But here are some of them:

If you love Dead Boy Detectives, you might like these books:

"The Raven Boys" by Maggie Stiefvater is the first book of the Raven Cycle Series about a group of strange friends with an even stranger mission, featuring a neurotic but posh weirdo, the local psychic prodigy, a polished boy from a rough home, a dreamer, and... well, you will find out. It's set in a us-american smalltown in which little is as it seems and whimsical but wicked magic runs through every tree...

This YA series is funny, spooky, emotional and whimsical and thus the very first books I thought about in relation to DBDA! It deals with similar topics of belonging, fait and/or faith, child abuse, mental health, coming of age, complex romances and friendships. Also ghosts and magic!

"Cemetery Boys" by Aiden Thomas tells the story of young brujo Yadriel who wants to prove himself to his traditional family and accidentally summons a ghost. Worse: it's the ghost of his classmate and resident bad-bod Julian Diaz, who seemed to have just died. Worst: he can't get rid of him. Trying to simultaneously hide his muck-up from his family and investigate Julians death, Yadriel must soon face an even worse problem: He might be falling in love with a dead man...

This YA book is so well written, great worldbuilding, so much wit! If you like banter you've come to the right place. It is also very sensitive and nuanced in his depiction of the trans experience (our main character is a transboy in conflict with a loving but not fully understanding family). Some other themes are of course family dynamics, prejudices, othering but also friendship, acceptance and finding peace within yourself.

"The Ninth House" by Leigh Bardugo is the first of an on-going series about young delinquent Alex Stern who has a very special gift: She can see the dead roaming among us. After she mysteriously survives a bloody tragedy, she finds herself having the attention of those in the know about the supernatural that covet her power. She gets invited to attend Yale University as the new deciple of House Lethe: an organization pleadged to check and balance the dark and dangerous magic performed by the secret societies on campus. Her mentor in all of this is a charming and well-mannered older student known as the "Gentleman of Lethe". The problem: He has vanished. And now there's a dead girl found on campus...

This series is phenomenal! It's dark, it's sarcastic, it's rich in world- and characterbuilding! Plus many great twists and mysteries! And most importantly: Its writing is very powerful. It tackles themes of feeling lost/not belonging, family and class, academic biases and exclusion, growing as a person and second chances, fatal flaws and shame but also finding a place in a world that seems to haunt you. Triggerwarning: this is more of an adult book, containing graphic depictions of violence and even sexual assault that may be triggering. Proceed with caution.

Maybe others can share more dbda-esque book-recs in the notes?

Also, since you asked, here some other suggestions for light reading:

Anything by Alice Oseman! Although my favourite is "Loveless". You might know her for the 'Heartstopper' comics and series, but she also wrote a lot of great queer YA books with lots of heart and joy and depth. The sort of book I wish I could've read when I was in school and struggling with who I am and why I am different.

Same thing for Rainbow Rowell (the 'Simon Snow' books, starting with 'Carry on'. Even better if you've read 'Fangirl' first, but not obligatory. The characters just originated from what was basically a Harry Potter substitute in this contemporary story) or Becky Albertalli (I still vividely remember reading "Simon vs. The Homosapien Agenda", it was just so fun and today it might get ridiculed a bit for being the cliché gay teen coming out book... but I grew up without any gay teen coming out books to even be cliché! So for me it was very joyful to read.)

Also check out Casey McQuiston for more adult queer romance ("One Last Stop" was so fun!)

And Lily Chu for just fun and still thoughtful romantic comedies!

K.J. Charles for some (very adult!) historical mysteries like in "The Will Darling Adventures" or "A Charm of Magpies" series (both set in England of the late nineteenth/early twentieth century, second one with fantasy, and both featuring a dynamic investigative duo of gay people with big feelings between them)

I have SO MANY MORE, especially once we get into crime or fantasy or classics or contemporary literature or... but this post would take on unmentionable lengths 😂 Hope you find something you like 🥰

#book recommendations #dead boy detectives #dbda #the raven cycle #cemetery boys #ninth house #leigh bardugo

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empiredesimparte · 1 year ago

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⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Episode III, N°1 | Tuileries palace, 14 Thermidor An 230

Emperor Napoleon V and his wife Charlotte are worried about the presence of Louis Simparte on French soil. He is a notorious anti-imperialist, a sort of black sheep of the family. It seems he has decided to move back to Francesim. He has published a book "Freedom" in which he recounts his family's mistreatment of him, culminating in his liberating divorce from the mother of his children and the imperial family. The emperor has decided not to censor the book, nor to prosecute the author immediately, which is causing controversy among the Simparte people.

Finally, Napoleon V couldn't resist revealing to his wife that he and his uncle had a plan for dealing with the "Louis Simparte" case, without going into details.

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⚜ Traduction française

L'empereur Napoléon V et son épouse Charlotte sont inquiets de la présence sur le territoire français de Louis Simparte. C'est un anti-impérialiste notoire, une sorte de mouton noir de la famille. Il semblerait que ce dernier ait décidé de venir habiter à nouveau en Francesim. Il a publié un livre "Liberté" où il raconte les mauvais traitements familiaux qu'il a traversé jusqu'à son divorce libérateur avec la mère de ses enfants. L'empereur a décidé de ne pas censurer le livre, ni de poursuivre l'auteur en justice immédiatement, ce qui fait polémique au sein des Simparte.

Finalement, Napoléon V ne peut s'empêcher de révéler à son épouse que lui et son oncle ont un plan pour gérer le cas "Louis Simparte", sans rentrer dans les détails.

(Napoléon) Je l'ai feuilleté, un peu

(Charlotte) Tu te fais du mal (Napoléon) Je sais, mais comment faire autrement ?

(Charlotte) Tu ne m'as rien dit à propos de ton grand-père (Napoléon) Je ne l'ai jamais rencontré. Oncle Henri dit qu'il a trahi notre famille pour "vivre libre"

(Charlotte) Ton oncle doit être furieux (Napoléon) Il ne laisse rien paraître mais c'est évident

(Napoléon) Quel genre de père écrit "Liberté" à la mort de son fils ? (Charlotte) Pourquoi ne veux-tu pas le poursuivre en justice ?

(Napoléon) Je ne veux pas satisfaire les paparazzis

(Charlotte) Louis, tu dois faire quelque chose, il ne peut pas parader autour de nous pendant ton couronnement

(Napoléon) Ne t'en fais pas, oncle Henri et moi on a un plan

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29. Favourite fanfiction(s) of your ship(s)?

you may not know this already, but i have a recs tag where i post exactly this in depth! but i LOVE to boost my favorite fics, so ill do it all again, just for you anon <3 if you want more recs for any of these ships, i promise there are TONS in that tag, (or you can send me another ask for something more specific,) but ill stick to just my absolute top reads in this post

my favorite fanfictions of my favorite (homestuck) ships

starting under the cut bc it got long slkdjnfsjdfn

for halquius, the funniest hs ship-

Second Chances by @mtjester

Lil Hal never said anything about what it meant to be the AI avatar of the God of Heart. After he and Equius had split, everyone had assumed he would go back to Dirk and serve as a sort of spirit companion, the hyper-perceptive Shades of the God of Heart. But to that, he had simply responded, “Nah.” He stayed firmly on Equius’s face, and Equius asked him no questions about it.

this fic is so in character. it captures some of my favorite things about this ship, like how obnoxious they are and the very specific ways they click and enable each other. it also has an absolutely fantastic sequel! its short and funny, and always the first rec i drop for this specific ship.

(the second rec i would drop is my own fic, Hold Me (Accountable). its a space au with mechanic!equius and bounty hunter!AR, and i maintain that its hilarious and a must read if you like this ship at all.)

my resident favorite ship, eridave-

Lee Shore by @jumpingjacktrash

“I asked Egbert to ask you if you have Ampora’s new contact information.” “No, man, I didn’t even know the old info was old. How can you not have a contact for him? It’s not like he changed his chumhandle, email, and phone number all at once.” “As a matter of fact, that is apparently exactly what he did. And deleted his Facebook and his photo blog.” “Dramariffic.” In the years after the game, the twelve trolls and eight humans have tried to stick together, because no one else would understand. When Eridan misses one of their yearly reunions, Dave makes an impulsive decision to go find him.

ive said it before, and ill say it again. this is THE eridave fic. this is the one. if you only ever read one (and its not one of mine), it should be this one. i love how dave takes eridan seriously without enabling him, and how easily they both cut through each others bullshit. the handling of eridans character is DELICIOUS, and i literally think about his relationships with the other trolls in this fic all the time. i dont even know how many times ive read this fic but it goes so hard.

davekat, the classic-

Fait Accompli(cation) by @dragonomatopoeia on tumblr

In Which a Mutant and an Alien Meander Towards a Quadrant of Indeterminate Identity at a Glacial Pace While Examining the Internalized Toxicity Perpetuated by Their Respective Societies, and The Nature of Friendship is Determined to Be More Universal Than Originally Theorized [Banned In Alternia]

this is the quintessential meteor fic. its everything you could ever want in a meteorfic, and deals very heavily with karkat and dave unpacking toxic cultural ideas from their respective planets and coming to a new understanding of who they want to be together. its long, its slowburn, its everything, and the authors put SO much obvious effort and research into getting the voices just right, i still think about and admire it years and years later.

The Eurydice Suite, v2.0 by @callmearcturus

Dream-sharing: a highly illegal little industry in which agents delve into people’s dreams, and unearth their deepest secrets and memories. Within this business, the Strider-Lalondes are known as the best there is — until Dirk Strider gets his fool-ass trapped within the confines of his own subconscious, with his Auto-Responder playing malicious prison warden. To save him, the best and brightest dreamers in the world will have to form a team. Backed by the token rich friend, lead by the surliest extractor ever bribed out of retirement, haunted by the shade of the latest, greatest agent in the biz, and on the run through a dangerous tiered dream in a hostile mind… It’s going to take a miracle to pull this one off.

arc doesnt need any publicity from me, bigname that they are, but i gotta say of all of their fics this one is one i still come back to and reread from time to time all these years later. the au is really cool, and the drama is potent. karkat and dave have a very loaded and complicated, vaguely antagonistic relationship that takes time to get resolved, and you dont see that very often in davekat fics!

davekat, the superior-

Crash Standing by @asukaskerian

It’s been eight days since the end of Sburb and Davesprite is not coping especially well.

IVE SAID IT BEFORE ILL SAY IT AGAIN. BEST. HOMESTUCK FIC. dont look at how many times ive read this dont worry about it. davespritekat is just better than davekat, okay? im sorry. everything is better w davesprite. if youre a davesprite fan i dont even have to say anything else you already know youve gotta read this, but for people who arent- dude, this fic. its such a poignant snapshot of the awkwardness of teenagerdom, especially as a very traumatized teen, and the interpersonal relationships between characters outside of the main two are just so delightful. the john&dave&davesprite dynamic is one i think about constantly, and me and my friend STILL have running jokes about davesprite co< kanaya, which is perhaps the greatest thing to ever be invented, and we have fully incorporated the phrase "sparkle princess alone time" into our day to day vocabulary. i LOVE the gossip chumps, they are everything to me. underrated friendship.

another classic age ship, johndave-

play ball! by spacepuck

When Dave moves to Washington, he expects to spend the summer alone in his room until school starts. But when he stumbles on the sandlot, he discovers a baseball team needing one more player. He quickly gets dragged into the mix, but there's just one problem: he knows absolute dicksquat about the game. Luckily, John, the high school's best baseball player, swoops in to help. (this is basically a sandlot/baseball au. happy summer!)

ive actually been meaning to reread this one, since its been a long time. im adding it to my marked for later rn. i think of all the johndave fics i ever read, this is the one i think about the most years later. ive never read a fic that just. FELT like summer the way this one does. its intimate and sweet and its got the exact feeling of a hot summer night, lying in the grass and staring up at the stars with your best friend. when i read a johndave fic, i want some real fuckin falling in love with your friend as a stupid kid shit, and this is that

dirkjohn-

Vanitas Vanitatum by @oxfordroulette

You've determined the hobbies of the monarch you serve are as follows: 1. Ill-timed pranks. 2. Cooking. 3. Subconsciously pulling elaborate political schemes off perfectly, ad infinitum, every one of which inches his mind closer to some ineffable dark chasm you're curious to find the depth of. Anyway, he makes damn good lasagna.

when i tell you this is the best dirkjohn fic i mean nothing else has ever even COMPARED, and that includes my own goddamn fic. fuck ammfh, read THIS. its political intrigue and messy, MESSY relationships, and a john who is an absolute delightful trickster with serious fucking PROBLEMS. the john/vriska/dirk friendship in this is everything, and the design of the strilondes is so fucking cool??? im ngl i think about those blindfolds everyyy time i make an au. its magic, its kingdomstuck, its dnd, its got illustrations, its EVERYTHING. oxfordRoulette is like a fucking professional at writing fics where everyone kind of sucks and is super toxic and a little bit evil and its THE BEST. LOVE this fic

for bropsii-

just read anything by captorvatiing. just go do that. or read the entirety of the @askpsii blog again?? for the ten millionth time? and cry about how theres like no content.

all of my other favorite ships are too niche to have fics </3 lol. read MY fics, thats what you should do. just go read the fics for the tags that i personally started sldkjfnsdlfsdf

ALSO YOU SHOULD READ LET'S BE OUTCASTS BY @curlicuecal. this is the only time ill ever recommend anything thats incomplete but GOD ITS SO GOOD. i wont say anything else. just that its SO. GOOD. and if you like hal or the exiles you will LOVE this

#my recs #asks #ty for the ask i love ranting abt how much i love other ppls fics

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