#batton rouge

[chai-artsy]

Alternate Sisters

[callme-aprilroseisha04]

oh shoot dog dang that’s some good analysis

i want to talk about the paradox prism for a minute because it's really interesting to me

[everything below is purely speculation / headcanon - please don't mistake it for canon. beware of spoilers for sonic prime part 3]

similar to the master/chaos emeralds, the paradox prism has a level a sentience. not anywhere close to the same level as the emeralds, but there's still something there

the chaos emeralds tend to set up a line of dominos to cause a future event (ex; sonic taking tails under his wing and learning to become more responsible from it)

the paradox prism doesn't do anything close to that, but it does share something with the master emerald; it holds memories

the prism was able to create more versions of the people it saw based on the emotions it saw them project (tails, knuckles, amy, rouge, and eggman)

the different shards / shatterspaces are made up from other major events. whether from this timeline or another is different for each shatterspace

new yoke was created from the group's frustration with sonic + an ending where eggman's almost won (i believe this could be pulled from the events of forces, considering the enforcers)

i think the reason new yoke is the only shatterspace to have a version of eggman is because it's the only one that makes sense to have one

it's pretty well known by now that eggman will need a helping hand if he wants any chance at taking over the world

the only thing better than an evil genius is five evil geniuses, right?

the new yoke group are, as i said, everyone's frustration

nine is frustrated with his past. reminiscing about his tormentors brings him more anger than pain, and living in solitude definitely does not help

rebel and knux are frustrated by the loss of their home (and the egg council in general). having watched their home be destroyed was more heartbreaking than anything at first, it eventually grew to an anger that spurred them on to fix it

rusty is frustrated with those who disobey/fight against the council, but her anger eventually ends up directed towards the council for the way they used her.

i could go more in depth about the new yoke group, but this post is gonna be long enough as is wefoefwof

the shard being red could simply be because that's the color that represents anger, but i'd like to think that-going back to forces-it was a bit influenced by the phantom ruby/infinite as well

no place is formed by the underlying sadness + a devastating event that permanently changed the world (chaos' rampage)

im not connecting no place to chaos because of the fact it's flooded, im connecting it because of the way the stories parallelled

chaos' rampage begun when pachacamac attempted to steal and harness the power of the chaos emeralds for his own gain

dread seeks out the 'devil's ligthouse' solely to prove he is a legend, nearly killing his original crew trying to do so

both protagonists of these stories are selfish and caused destruction for their own gain

dread's, well, dread comes from his failure of proving himself to be the most feared pirate to ever live.

him failing to collect the shard caused him to believe that he truly wasn't a good pirate, leaving him to spiral into a life of cowardice.

the rest of the pirates' dread comes from their longing to be actual pirates.

because of his failure and cowardice, dread now leads a peaceful crew. they don't do any 'pirating', which leaves much to be desired

they enjoy the parties and all, but their true fun comes from being pirates, which dread deprives them of

boscage maze comes from the protectiveness surging between everyone + a world where harmony between enemies is possible to achieve (possibly comes from a timeline where eggman simply doesnt exist, leaving mobius to grow peacefully)

boscage is the shatterspace with the most life. it's full of all kinds of plants because nobody there is destroying it (intentionally, anyways)

thorn rose is protective over birdie and the green. she does what she can to protect both, even if it means hurting people she once called friends

keeping the jungle and birdie safe is her #1 priority, and nothing will ever change that (that's not to say something else can't join them in being her priority)

the scavengers are protective over their belongings and, no matter how strangely they show it, each other

gnarly was nervous when sonic touched his house, immediately turning aggressive to make sure he wouldn't damage it

instead of hiding the berry, prim showed it to the others for a chance they could all share it

instead of running off on his own, mangey let the scavengers follow him as he sniffed out the berry (+ him fetching the one that fell off the treetops, showing it off to the group)

hangry allows mangey to crawl around him, which we can assume means it happens a lot off screen as well

they stick together and cover each other's backs, no matter how hard the fight gets

while we don't know what this shatterspace was before it turned into the grim, it's pretty safe to assume that it was apocalyptic

who or whatever used to live here is long gone. the only thing standing are the purple crystal things.

my guess is it's a timeline where eggman won. he won, and the world died out because he ruined the ecosystem from building so many machines.

while purple is usually associated with royalty or mystery, it's also associated with power, ambition, peace, and independence

whatever happened to the world before the grim, it's very probable that it was out of high ambition with a need for more power. eventually, the world found its peace and is now independent

ghost hill is the blueprint. the time before sonic & co. make their mark on the world. a blank canvas.

maybe a timeline where they don't get a chance to make their mark on the world

yellow is a very light, energetic color. the feeling of happiness at the chance to create something new and fun.

ghost hill and the grim don't have much in terms of characters and design, but i think the colors of their respective shards give us plenty of information about them

the paradox prism is nothing like the chaos emeralds, but is also just like them at the same time. it's powered by pure chaos with no sort of indication on how it was created or why it has the powers it does

i wonder if eggman knew what the prism was exactly or if he only knew that it was powerful

did he know breaking it would cause the world to shatter? did he know how may memories it holds? how many lifetimes it's lived?

i also wonder if the prism knew sonic would shatter it, and that it was already preparing the shatterspaces; hence why it glows brighter

maybe it understood that sonic is a hands-on learner. maybe it knew he needed to experience the lessons first hand, needed them to-quite literally-slap him in the face

maybe it knew they all had their own flaws that they needed to be aware of. maybe it lived through the timeline where sonic never shattered the prism.

maybe the prism planned to be shattered by someone so it could share its memories. maybe there was some sort of pull that told sonic it needed to be shattered.

[000marie198]

Huh, no world from yellow shard. A bit disappointed cuz I needed a Rouge centric world.

[shadow-von-vamp]

gary i need more of the sonic prime figures

[neurotypical-sonic]

how did knuckles survive after the shipwreck? he had no boat, it was in a stormy area that's incredibky dangerous to be in, no one else around.... I wonder who has a habit of wandering into dangerous situations that couldve fished him out? perhaps while looking for someone else???

[one thousand wips in my drafts and crushingly overwhelmed with everything I Havent done and Want to do] what if..... I wrote..... backstories for everyone in the pirate dimension....

[gee-arid]

ok, sorry if question is a bit long and if you have answered, please put the link for me to see please. Well... what are the names of the heroes? What was each heroe's first choice? (I mean the ladybug and cat holder). I know that Marinette is with the Fox and Ivan with the turtle, but for some reason I think that if they swap it would combine more (I speak more in symbolism, ivan who cannot lie with the "miraculous of lie"). What is the weapon of each carrier? About the turtle and Ivan, I think a purplish blue would match more (that leatherback turtle). What are the camouflaged forms of each miraculous? Do you have the reason why every person has every miraculous?

A big ask, but thats okay! I'd love to answer! Note that some answers like names and weapons are subject to change, im not great with names and im less familliar with some characters than others so, opinions and other ideas are awesome :)

Names and weapons, left to right:

Aliase Rouges (red wings), Cartoony sledge hammer

Veilluese (night light), Grappling hook

Bison? Hyland?, Guitar- its electric but doesnt have to be plugged in..

Adora (play on Adore), Frisbee

Ouroboros, Mirror shield (play on the medusa myth)

Tack (to temporarily fasten something together), Big Needle

Captain Stinger (shortened to Sting), Cutlass

Jockey?, Reins? maybe a whip

Alectryon, rooster body (i guess?)

Jack Rabbit (shortened to Jack), Pickaxe

Ridley (a type of turtle), Detatched shields- Bonus purpley-blue version: honestly it works just as well.

Tora (Japanese for tiger, i think), Sythe

R.A.T (acronym for Rodent Assist Team? idk, funny bit based on pokemons F.E.A.R strat lol, also sounds like a dj name??. also based on his purpose being mostly assisting pedestrians), Glow sticks (almost like a pair of lightsabers, without the deadliness. Basically glowing battons)

Boar, Boomerang (shaped like boar tusks).

Cirrus (a type of cloud, Aroure and Mirelle share the name and the miraculous), Lightning rod/ wind sock

Caprix (Play on Caprine), Chunky roller blades

Gibbon? (a type of monkey), one of those silly stretchy sticky hands

Reasons for each holder are here!

First choices are also listed there, if there isnt an alternative listed, they either had the same idea or no strong preference for a different holder. Regarding swapping holders based on symbolism (i.e. Ivan with the fox, Mari with the turtle) that would be super cool and i may draw them at some point in the future, but wouldn't fit with my au. This is because my bug and cat holders choose them based on preexisting relationships, traits, and talents.

Camouflaged forms are these:

Struggled with Alyas rabbit miraculous tbh, it doesnt quite fit with my au for it to stay a pocket watch anyway (the Rabbits power being swapped from Burrow in a time sense, to Burrow in a dig way) so i guess its normal activated form would be some kind of keychain? Alyas disguise currently is a tamogachi :)

Nino wears the mouse necklace wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet.

Max's snake bracelet turns into a smart watch.

Markovs claw connects to his existing claws, and mimics what claws he already has.

Mirelle and Aroure have similar chokers with the charm changed. Aroure has the lightning bolt, Mirelle has the rain drop. They have the chokers replicated by comission with Marinette so they can swap the actual miraculous between them when needed.

Sabrinas sunglasses are prescription. They could also be just normal glasses, no black tint, when appropriate.

Marcs ring, where rainbow, is iridescent!

The butterfly and peacock are still unavailable to our heroes.

[artsy-hobbitses]

-Yanks off silly little button nose and slaps a big ol’ bat nose on this Femme Fatale bitch- Perfect!

Also listen, it’s a sin not to let Rouge use her wings like Gargoyles do theirs as a dramatic in-built cape!  Rouge (I’m really thinking about making her full name Rouge Batton ie.  from Baton Rouge and just because it’s easy to go to Rouge ‘The Bat’ from there) is something of a punch-clock sympathetic villain in this AU, as a pretty little thief/spy who  Robotnik spared from roboticisation and made one of his personal ‘pets’. Think Hades and Megara, if Hades was MUCH more mentally/emotionally abusive and holds the remote to a collar set to implode if Megara gives him lip or stops amusing him (and Rouge has very unfortunately seen this in action on his other unluckier ‘pets’ who ceased to be of use to him).

She genuinely respects the Freedom Fighters (and enjoys casually flirting with ALL of them on the field) and does hate Robotnik with all her heart, but she likes her head exactly where it is right now and if it came down to you or her, a girl’s always gotta watch out for number one, honey. No hard feelings, m’kay?

Also haven’t you heard? Your little found family is cute and all, but diamonds are a girl’s best friend 💎✨💕

The moment that collar comes off though? You tell her where you need Robotnik to be, and she promises, she’ll get this piece of shit there. 

[omgcatboi]

Same anon as before haha

You have a nice twang to your voice, like there’s a hint of southern or Appalachian, but on top of it a more classic surfer dude drawl. And then you’ve got the kind of gravelly undertone with it that teenage boys get when they spend a lot of time straining (whether it be yelling at video games or projecting across large distances/on a farm, there’s this almost stretched sound to the voice like it’s not quite adjusted to how it’s being used yet or how much room it takes up). It’s very pleasant to listen to, and almost lulls me into a trance.

Your chuckle too is very nice. I was trying to place who you reminded me of and I think it’s Chris from total drama island.

The southern is from my mom's side of the family from Mnt Hermon, Bugalosa, and Batton Rouge Louisiana ( not where family roots trace all the way back but those are around where my younger immediate family on that side is from ) I lived in Mississippi just about a twenty minute drive from Mnt Hermon on the way to Franklinton Louisiana. So that's where that part comes from. Because I'd visit out there all the time as a kid.

Surfer dude drawl comes from where I was born and raised in North Florida. I grew up in a big city on the beach there.

My voice sounds like it's strained because my dad's voice carries and so does mine. You can hear us from across the front yard easily. Even before T, my voice carried. So now that it's adjusting to being deeper, it's got a strained sound to it from overexertion more than likely.

So there's some Jay lore 😂

[brotoman-exe]

I do think Sonic Prime missed a massive opportunity by not having Pirate World Rouge, Batton, be the one leading Knuckles, Dread's, former pirate crew.

- It makes it so Dread's former crew isn't all what are essentially Forces background characters.

- Has a universe that remembers Rouge isn't a main part of Sonic's team and was just at the prism shattering cause she wanted the shiny.

- It would be a massive Sonic Adventure 2 shoutout with them competing over the shard of a magic gem stone.

- Have them fight over the shard at the very end of the arc and then show how Dread isn't Knuckles by having him not help Batton at the end of the fight like how Knuckles did save Rouge in SA2.

[lepartidelamort]

Après l’arrestation de Pavel Durov, le patron de Rumble quitte l’UE

Le patron de Rumble fuit l’Union Européenne après l’arrestation de Pavel Durov par le régime macroniste.

Je suis un peu en retard, mais pour une bonne raison : je viens de quitter l’Europe en toute sécurité.

La France a menacé Rumble, et maintenant elle a franchi une ligne rouge en arrêtant le PDG de Telegram, Pavel Durov, apparemment pour ne pas avoir censuré.

Rumble ne tolérera pas ce comportement et utilisera tous les moyens légaux disponibles pour lutter pour la liberté d’expression, un droit humain universel. Nous nous battons actuellement devant les tribunaux français, et nous espérons la libération immédiate de Pavel Durov.

C’est une sage décision, Rumble est déjà censuré en France.

Le gouvernement britannique n’a pas fait mystère de son intention d’arrêter quiconque parle librement sur les réseaux sociaux, peu importe où.

Sans la protection – relative – de la CIA, Musk serait probablement arrêté s’il passe en Europe.

Le gouvernement américain utilise les états européens pour la besogne qu’il ne peut pas assumer.

D’ailleurs si Musk est aussi agité, c’est pour cette raison.

Les démocraties ont le droit de faire ce qu’elles interdisent aux autres de faire.

Face aux réactions, Macron a déclaré qu’il faisait arrêter Durov pour défendre la liberté d’expression.

C’est comme le sophisme gouvernemental « le racisme n’est pas une opinion, c’est un délit ».

Le système interdit les idées qui lui déplaisent et dit ensuite que c’est une simple affaire de code pénal.

Évidemment, c’est la pénalisation des idées qui est le problème en premier lieu, mais nous n’avons pas à faire à des gens honnêtes.

La bonne nouvelle, c’est que le monde entier découvre que la France est un régime arbitraire où exprimer ses opinions est interdit par la loi dès lors que ces opinions ne sont pas dans la ligne de la clique dirigeante.

Démocratie Participative

[songedunmatindhiver-iii]

Cette nuit, nous savons que nous serons seuls. Chacun a choisi le lieu de sa retraite et de sa méditation. Moi, je pars sur une île. Je vais voir sombrer dans une mer sans couleur le dernier soleil de l’année.

Quand le bateau repart pour le continent, nous restons quelques-uns à nous attarder sur la cale. Très vite, le bruit du moteur est rongé par la brume. Des oiseaux crient, invisibles. Dans mon île, il n’y a pas d’hivernants. Les touristes ne rôdent pas dans l’Ouest à la mauvaise saison. Les chemins sont déserts sous les arbres dépouillés.

Nous restons entre nous, entre gens simples. Il y a les gardiens du phare, la patronne de l’hôtel qui se plaint toujours de ses mauvaises jambes et de la morte saison, les pêcheurs aux tignasses emmêlées, le fermier au péril de la mer, le curé avec sa grande barbe grise et ses pantalons rapiécés de matelot. Nous sommes au bout du monde. Les enfants imaginent les villes illuminées, là-bas, à plus d’une heure de bateau. Les vieux s’attardent dans le jour qui fuit. Pour eux, le prochain voyage vers la grande terre se fera les yeux fermés dans le roulis éternel.

La fin de l’année, c’est encore l’automne, l’arrière-saison. Il ne fait pas froid. Une pluie fine grignote les battements d’une cloche. Ce soir, le vent est tombé et les fumées montent toutes droites au-dessus des maisons écrasées par le ciel gris, immense, presque noir maintenant.

L’île que je voyais encore tout à l’heure du haut du fort avec ses plages désertes où pourrissent les bateaux, avec ses marécages et ses landes, l’île s’est endormie dans l’odeur du varech humide, du lait frais et de l’ajonc brûlé.

Les gens d’ici maintenant doivent dormir sous les gros édredons de satin rouge. Les meubles craquent dans la nuit comme les membrures d’un navire. Immobile, une goélette poursuit son voyage dans une bouteille, en plein cœur de l’église.

Le bruit de la mer est comme une respiration régulière.

Qui suis-je en train de tromper ? Ces gens simples qui ne font pas de « politique » – on a déjà bien assez de mal pour gagner sa vie. Ces amis ardents qui veulent bâtir un royaume ? Ceux qui attendent sur le bord du chemin ? Ceux qui travaillent en silence ? Ceux qui sont comme du pain très blanc et très fin sous l’écorce crevassée telle une paume de paysan ? Me voici étranger et désarmé. Comment dire aux gens intelligents que nous nous battons pour des choses simples ? Comment dire aux gens simples que nous nous battons pour des choses intelligentes ? Il faudrait si souvent se taire. Laisser les horloges moudre les heures, retrouver tout doucement cette union sans phrase avec un peuple sans détour.

Mon île est au bout du monde. Elle est si basse sur la mer, il y a tant de brume certains jours d’hiver que le continent ne voit plus ces rochers qui viennent respirer à la surface de l’eau. On croit parfois qu’ils vont plonger, disparaître. Mais mon île est un monde bien réel avec sa longue centaine d’hommes, de femmes, d’enfants.

Les gens de mon île savent que l’eau est glacée au petit matin, que le poisson se vend mal sur la côte voisine, que ceux qui ont péri en mer n’auront jamais une place au cimetière. Ils savent qu’on ne ruse pas avec le vent, que le courant fait la loi et que la marée mesure le temps.

L’herbe gorgée d’eau salée est douce sous le pied, mais les épines et les ronces déchirent les mains. Un fagot de bois arrache une vieille épaule. Le granit pèse aussi lourd que le monde.

Dans mon île, je n’ai pas appris de grandes choses ; je n’ai pas découvert les lois qu’il faut donner à l’État, ni comment faire pour que les impôts soient utiles et les armées efficaces. Mon île, qui n’est même pas une commune, ignore l’expansion économique et le fédéralisme politique. Ici, les gens se soucient peu de la Normandie, de la France et de l’Europe. Ils trouvent seulement que les touristes allemands ressemblent aux plaisanciers britanniques et qu’on ferait mieux de s’entendre une bonne fois plutôt que de mobiliser les inscrits maritimes pour les faire tuer aux Dardanelles, à Dunkerque, à Dakar, à Haiphong ou à Nemours.

Ce n’est pas dans mon île, minuscule royaume de sables, de dunes et de galets, que j’ai appris les lois de la bataille politique où nous nous sommes lancés pour prendre à bras-le-corps tout un continent. Mais c’est pourtant là-bas que je m’en vais quand je veux retrouver le sens profond de toutes choses en ce monde. Pourquoi tant de misères acceptées et tant de joies inattendues ? Pourquoi ces jeunes marins qui ne reviendront plus et ces vieillards qui n’arrivent pas à mourir ? Pourquoi des actes absurdes, pourquoi des amis inoubliables, pourquoi des fleurs fanées ?

Dans mon île, j’ai appris ce qui était autrefois et ce qui demeure aujourd’hui le plus nécessaire : ne pas craindre, ne pas subir, ne pas abandonner.

Notre action est exactement semblable à celle du pêcheur qui repart en mer après une tempête, les filets déchirés, le matériel perdu, le porte-monnaie vide. L’océan attend le labour de son bateau comme l’Europe attend le labour de notre charrue. Le mauvais temps ne nous rend pas amers, ni tristes. Nous sommes juste un peu fatigués. Les yeux se ferment certaines heures à la barre. On imagine le soleil, une plage, la joie…

Dans mon île, on ne se pose pas de questions. On trouve d’instinct ce qui est nécessaire et ce qui est inutile. On ne lit guère le journal, mais on consulte souvent le baromètre. On croit plus volontiers ce que votre père vous a appris que ce qu’on entend à la radio. On aime mieux ceux qui sont proches que ceux qui sont étrangers. On ne cherche pas tellement à comprendre pourquoi il faut travailler, mais comment.

Ce qui compte, ce sont des choses réelles, solides sous la main. Un casier à réparer, un étal à remplir, une vie à sauver.

Je ne pense pas que je puisse apprendre quelque chose aux gens de mon île. Mais ce matin, quand le soleil de l’an nouveau se lève, je sais qu’il va éclairer, avant mon île, tout un continent, là-bas vers l’est, qui émerge du sommeil et de la si longue nuit.

Immense et rouge, le soleil illumine une année nouvelle. Les rochers sont comme des aiguilles sombres. Des paillettes jaune pâle scintillent sur la mer. Mon île, mon pays, mon peuple, mes amis saluent le soleil.

Et lentement, tu surgis du sommeil. J’ai veillé sur toi pendant toute cette nuit, ô mon Europe aux longs cheveux d’or dénoués sur mon épaule. Ouvre les yeux, vois, nous allons partir ensemble, pour une Île immense, hérissée de menhirs, de cathédrales et de stades. Nous naviguerons du cap Nord au détroit de Gibraltar, de la mer d’Irlande au golfe de Corinthe. Nous découvrirons les Shetlands et les Cyclades, les Baléares et les Lofoten, îles innombrables de ta couronne, merveilleux royaume de ta beauté et de ta puissance, sous le grand tournant du soleil.

Viens, c’est une année nouvelle.

Jean Mabire

[the-blackbird-roleplays]

Kuro tilted his head to rest it on top of hers, sighing softly as he squeezed her hand snugly. Brody merely nodded at her question, refilling her glass and offering her a little more liquid courage.

"Yes. About a month before Kuro met you, I had received reports through my network that a particularly nasty radical sect called Children of the Pure Sun were arming up, attempting to cleanse the world of anything and everything that wasn't human. They used to be pupils of mine, hunters in training before they went rogue... killed a demon who was just trying to make a living as a musician in the streets of Batton Rouge. I sent Kuro after them to eradicate their stain from this world."

Brody chuckled darkly into his glass.

"None can channel Righteous Indignation into Holy Violence like the one called Sa-"

Kuro cleared his throat, shaking his head at Brody.

"That name died ages ago, Father. You know that."

"Yes... of course. My apologies."

A Priceless Treasure

(Closed RP with @hellforestrp)

Kuro smiled in Jackson Square, letting the late-morning sun warm him as the sounds of street musicians playing jazz reached his ears. Tourists milling about the square and marveling at the street performers and artists selling either a brief moment's entertainment or a hand-painted souvenir... But there was only one hand he was worried about at that moment... And that was the hand currently clutched tightly in his own.

"Are you ready, love?" He smiled at Maena, biting his lip as he looked her over, thankful she'd chosen a more elegant outfit for this meeting. "A man of God shouldn't be kept waiting... Though I'd wager he's absolutely not expecting us..."

[alaindenhaut]

Lundi 4 juillet : RUPESTRES

Du refuge de Nice au refuge des Merveilles et la fameuse Vallée des merveilles. 

Ce qui caractérise cette partie du Mercantour et l'approche de la vallée des merveilles, c'est l'altitude, au dessus de 2000m, et l'accès en plusieurs jours compliqué par les pas et cols à 2500. Ici, il faudra passer par la baisse du Basto à 2693 mètres, la baisse étant une autre appellation pour un pas, bref, très dur, certains passages avec les mains, et des sauts d'une roche à l'autre. Seuls les cairnes et traces blanches et rouges peuvent guider. Cela isole complètement cette vallée et cela rend encore plus énigmatique la présence de milliers de gravures rupestres sur les rochers de cette montage, pour l'essentiel, datant de l'âge de bronze : taureau, foudre, haches, poignards, formes géom��triques, bateau… ce lieu pourrait être une montagne sacrée où la terre rejoint le ciel, la terre et la pluie fertilisante. 

Toute la vallée est classée au patrimoine, pas le droit de sortir du chemin, d'utiliser les battons de randonnée ou de bivouaquer. On ne voit donc pas les gravures, ou très peu dont ce visage ci-dessous. Il faut prendre un guide au refuge des merveilles.

Je plante donc la tente au refuge  des merveilles. Les refuges se remplissent petit à petit. C'est étrange de retrouver des gens. Ils arrivent, prennent des photos avant de s'installer, retirent les chaussures quand ils ont réservé pour la nuit, prennent une bière et déambulent sur la terrasse comme des manchots sur la glace, le pas plus douloureux qu' hésitant vraisemblablement 😋.

Restrictions d'eau, donc pas de douche. Pour moi ce sera comme d'habitude, le lac (bien content de ne pas être dans un dortoir 😵‍💫) avant l'orage

[56bzhbaby-abdl]

Bonjour à tous et à toutes !! Voilà j'ai un problème depuis mon enfance et je veux vous en faire part, je sais pas trop par où commencer car ma vie je l'aime pas et je me sens pas du tous un homme

Je vais commencer par le tout début de ma vie pour vous éclairer et désolé pour les fautes d'orthographes et de grammaires.

Je me suis fais placer en famille d'accueil à l'âge de 9 mois, je suis de la banlieue parisienne et ma maman que je connais pas trop (j'ai que 2/3 souvenirs d'elle, et certain son pas bon) elle ma placé parce qu'elle buvez beaucoup d'alcool et a cet époque mon père et elle on fais une cure, mon père a réussi et il n'a plus jamais bu une goutte d'alcool, ils se sont séparer et ma mère a replonger dans l'alcool, elle est décédé quand j'avais 12 ans.

Placer dans la famille d'accueil j'ai eu beaucoup de soucis, manque d'hygiène, manque d'affection, manque d'amour, violence, coup de battons/fouet alors que j'avais moins de 8 ans, pas d'éducation.

Quand un jours ma tante es venue me chercher pour passé le wk ou des fêtes je me souviens plus, j'avais le dos et les jambes marqué de coup quand elle ma fait prendre un bain et c'est a partir de la qu'elle a fait appel au service sociaux, qui se sont occupé a me retrouver une nouvelle famille d'accueil

Une fois arrivé dans cette nouvelle famille j'ai eu le droit à une bonne éducation, mes bons j'ai toujours eu des soucis personnels comme volé, emprunter des vêtements des filles de la famille et un jours je me suis fais grillé, je rentré d'école et j'avais mis un débardeur rouge son mon tee-shirt et comme il faisais chaud on ma demandé de me mettre torse nu, je me suis senti honteux, je suis parti dans les toilettes pour retiré le haut et ils m'ont suivis, voilà c'est a ce moment là de ma vie que j'aurais du en faire part, bien sur ils m'ont questionnée si je voulais être une fille, j'ai pas osé leur dire oui.

En plus des couches et vêtements féminin que je prenait, j'étais pas malin pour les cacher, c'était sous mon lit, mon matelas, derrière un meuble, derrière la machine a laver et plein d'autres cachette que je pensais pas qu'ils trouveraient.

Vers mes 15 ans je me suis fais virer gentiment de chez eux pour ces actes et qui comprenait pas avec tous les suivis psy comment sa ce fait que je continue ainsi de la sorte, c'est parce que j'ai jamais oser en parler.

Vue qu'ils m'ont pas gardé mon père a pu me récupérer chez lui, j'étais content, mais en faite avec du recul j'aurais pas du me retrouver chez lui, avec mon mal être et toujours pas su dire que je voulais être une femme je les très mal vécu, j'ai fais 3 tentatives de suicides en même pas 1 ans du a ça, a mes 17 ans. Comme dans ma famille ils aiment pas tous ce qui touche au trav, trans, abdl, lgbt, sa fait que je le vie très mal et j'arrive pas à prendre des responsabilités, a me mettre en avant

Voilà je vous fais part d'un bout de chemin de ma vie qui es très dure de le vivre maintenant car j'ai un corps d'homme et au fond de moi envie d'être une femme et comme j'arrive pas a en parler a des professionnels de la santé, je vous dit a vous, pour faire déjà un premier pas

Désolé d'être ainsi et je te remercie si tu as pris le temps de lire ce petit récit de ma vie, bonne journée à vous tous et toutes

[planetchii]

THE NICHIASA SHITPOSTING REPORT

NOW SLIGHTLY MORE ON TIME

Tropical Rouge: The Tropical Girls begin their day looking for a new club to help out, and they find it with the Space Force Astronomy Club. The Astronomy Club is run by a girl named Shiori, who is hiding her ears in her hair. Alien? Hikaru's long-lost cousin? You decide. Either way, Manatsuu, and the girls jump at the chance to help Shiori set up a nice romantic stargazing picnic for everyone. Posters go up, announcements go out before the student council could stop them, but most importantly, putting actual planets on their heads. And these planet heads are completely controlled by Minori. But she is merciful, and only has the planets light up, instead of taking over the universe. Truly a merciful leader.

Too bad about the weather though. All those clouds going to block the stars, on this, the day of the school picnic. I guess it's a good thing Asuka's dad is an Avatar trained by the Sun Warriors, much to her embarrassment.

Meanwhile, The Butler comes to the Sea Trio with the intent of sending Elda to collect more motivation. I mean, she did so bad with her review it had to be fluffed up a bit to seem passible. It's a good thing that Numeri was there to say she did fine. Sucks that she fell on that grenade for Elda though. F in Chat.

It's also too bad that when Numeri went to get that motivation, neither she nor her telescope monster could shake the motivation of Asuka's dad and company. They were too focused on their weather magic while chanting "Hit the Beat, Keep your Beat". Very inspirational. But in the end, everyone got their stargazing picnic, including our Lazy Sea Trio who had their picnic out in the sea. Such a nice family bonding time. And Shiori got more humans to join her club.

Saber: The epilogue of the story is finally here which means one thing: Rintaro is going to say it. RINTARO IS GONNA SAY IT.

DAMN IT SHINDAI SIBLINGS NOBODY ASKED YOU TO COME RUIN BOTH THE BEACH FEELING AT THE SOUTHERN BASE AND RINTARO'S CONFESSION. NOT ONE PERSON. At least Rintaro won the right to lead the SoL now that crazy man is gone. Also, Ryoga stop it. STOP IT. CONTINUE THE SHINDAI BLOODLINE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN, MEIS ARE FOR RINTAROS.

STOP TRYING TO MAKE THIS A THING TOEI. YOU HAD 47 EPISODES. YOU CAN'T SPRING THIS ON THE LAST ONE. (At least Ryoga gets it, I think. Reika sure doesn't. She set herself on fire in pure anger.)

Meanwhile, while Rintaro is still struggling to say three Homosapien words, Touma and Kento go off to do the customary Batton Pass and meet their successors, under a tree where we are reminded that Touma is a famous writer. or something. After signing an autograph they are confronted with a not!Magid monster. Who is being chased by deadman with a questionable voice. The Deadman immediately farts. The Deadman's name is Vice. His vice is farting. And is followed by his partner, a man named Ikki, who is looking for marketing opportunities for his family's bathhouse.

Apparently, if you get a stamp, and stamp it on your hand, you can gain access to an exclusive club where you can get your wish granted. Somewhere, a man with a pompadour's ears perked up.

When all of our Riders on-screen start to fight, including Ikki and Vice (When Vice is apparently not living in Ikki's ear), a man named George comes to live stream the fight to his followers and subscribers on Twitch. We are all George. Make sure to follow and if you have 5 dollars or even a Twitch prime, you know maybe give him a sub. Every little bit helps, but no pressure. After the fight, Ikki takes this as a chance to maybe get more people to come to his family's bathhouse. After 10 visits, the next visit is free.

Based on the fact that Yuri is not human, Yuri can see Vice. Yuri disintegrates Vice for a few seconds for funsies. Rintaro is trying to seem impressive and say he can see him too. Rintaro, you precious bean, that is not the direction Vice even is in.

"MEI, MAKE A FAMILY WITH ME" NOT RIGHT BUT RINTARO'S HEART IS IN THE RIGHT PLACE.... DAMN IT MEI, HE DOESN'T MEAN THAT KINDA FAMILY. HE MEANS HELP HIM CONTINUE THE SHINDO BLOODLINE.

And in the end, everyone is now working at Touma's bookstore. I mean, may as well, there's no fighting going on for them anymore. Wait, IS THAT A SEX JACKET RINTARO??

Zenkaiger: Zenkaiger has decided that the time was now to remind people of where they started and how they got here. So a recycled monster, who is called out as a recycled monster, recycles the episode into a clip show and sends the Zenkaigers all the way back to episode 1. So now, Kaito and company have to engage in the ultimate time warp dance while Kaito is gradually losing his memories of who his partners are. But it's fine since I'm sure they'll go ahead and answer the same help-wanted ads that Kaito put up the first time.

But this was all planned. Mostly because the Sundial World really wanted a new pet. And man did Secchan fit the bill of a new colorful pet that the Sundial World was really looking for.

Meanwhile, Stacey is looking for Kaito in his newly remade body. He really wants to show off his new features for his body like the new bottle opener in his arm among other things.

Also, Sundial world should really think about his new pet choices carefully, especially when one has the ability to call their future and past self. Really helps put the timeline back in order, but doesn't help when the pet is a loudmouth to itself.

[shadow-von-vamp]

i think we could’ve done without the alpha grim sonic figure that’s coming up

the way they haven’t made a 5 inch dread figure yet