#bravo ell

[smol-bean-boi13]

The cycle begins again :)

@intotheelliwoods I know I’m late for the panel redraw deadline but I just could let myself live without drawing something for this amazing series you’ve made.

Watching this story and your art grow has been a wonderful experience, I never thought that it would end, and yet, all things eventually do.

And of course, thank you for continuing this story and brightening people’s day when things got rough (I know my day was brightened on many occasion :3).

I wish you well with your endeavors, you’ve been a real one ell, and you have my admiration and respect o7

Original panels below ^^ ⤵️

[darlingjmiller]

[landofartandcraft]

Ohohoh tu veux dire CETTE ÉDITION que j'ai pas du tout acheté juste parce que j'ai entendu parler du comte nibard ? (Je m'en remettrais jamais du comte nibard, y a pas de nibards à bord LMAO)

Mais ouais cette VF me tue (après je dis ça je la trouve bizarrement bonne ? Sauf aux moments émotions mais alors niveau débilité c'est du haut niveau xD)

(désolé le chat s'est mis devant et j'ai trouvé ça plus rigolo qu'une bête photo xD)

Still amazed that the french dub decided to be fair to the original.

Wait no they add extra bits xDDD (also jigen has homer simpson's voice and it fits him i can't xD)

[kruegerspillow]

thinking about simon who's absolutely gobsmacked after you'd risked your own life for his. he was stuck between awe and anger as he watched your hit figure.

[ALTERNATIVE ENDING HERE!]

MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE BENEATH THE CUT ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

Simon's heart stopped as soon as he heard the sudden gunshot. You'd gotten yourself in his way in order to prevent the bullet from going through your lieutenant. The corner of his eyes twitched before the screaming of soldiers snapped him out of his thoughts. Your blood splattered on Simon's uniform.

"Bloody 'ell, price! There are dozens of 'em. Call fo' fuckin' backup!" Gaz grunted out in the radio, annoyance dripping down his voice. Simon shouts out orders to his other teammates, his voice unwavering.

You groaned, shifting on the ground before you felt a pair of shaky arms wrapped around your figure, lifting you up with ease as your throat tightens. Simon's eyes pierced through yours, his mask hiding  the expression beneath them. He made his way to an isolated corner, while the sound of bullets wheezing past the both of you echoed.

"Ya wanna play hero now, huh?" His voice was filled with wrath, though lacked actual bite.

He placed you down, kneeling in front of you as you let out a pained grunt. His hand hovered over your body, feeling nearly unsure for the first time. Your eyes squeezed shut, and Simon felt his heart ache at the sight.

His shaky hand made its way to your cheeks, lifting your head so you could look up at him as he murmured words of encouragement that you couldn't seem to pick up. His other hand helped you exert pressure on the bleeding wound.

"Don't close your fuckin' eyes, ya hear me? Look at me. Look at me. Hey, that's an order." He whispered, his voice cracking as the world spun around you.

The hands that were once on your cheek made their way to the tourniquet in his vest. Fuck, Simon thought in his head.

The battlefield has no place for love. War won't stop just to let you see your loved ones once again. Simon knew that by keeping his 'no bullshit' facade. Yet, moments like this are the ones that the Ghost could not prevent. He hated how you made him soft, he hated the way his gaze lingered around your figure, he hated how your words had its way with him. But, now? This may or may not be the last time he'd be able to touch you, to feel your skin against his, to show you just how much he loves you, even though you would never understand the amount of love he has for you.

The screaming of soldiers died down as the hostiles retreated from the area. Simon wrapped the tourniquet around your leg, pausing for a moment.

"Breathe, yeah? This... this may sting a bit." Simon spoke up, and you nodded.

He tightened the tourniquet, causing you to nearly jerk. He softly shushed you, his eyes darting from your wound to your facial expression. Once he finished tightening it around your leg, his hands went to the radio.

"Bravo 0-7 to Bravo 0-6, we need evac immediately. Fuckin' hell this place has turned into a bloody massacre." Simon murmured.

"Got your coordinates, we'll be there in ten."

The atmosphere went quiet. Gaz and the other soldiers checked around the area for any hostels while Simon stayed by your side, his chest rising up and down in exhaustion. He quietly gathered his composure.

"Ghost..." Your weakened voice caught his attention.

His eyes softened as he watched you quietly, his hands falling to the side as he stayed kneeling on the ground. The stench of blood and gunpowder lingered around the both of you. Your breathing regulated, he noticed.

"Feelin' better, hero?"

"...Never felt better."

A small, muffled scoff left his lips. His eyes hovered around you, as if he was admiring you. The color of your eyes, the way your chest rose up and down. You met his gaze, noticing the familiar look in them. A swirl of emotions took over his mind.

He longs for the feeling of your touch— the feeling of your lips against his. He wished he could just pull you into a deep, passionate kiss that he had always hoped for; just to show you how much he loves you. Just to let you know that he'd only loved you from the start, just to prove to you that he is a human being capable of love—

But he can't.

You'll never realize just how much he needed you. You'll never notice the way his gaze lingers at you for far too long. You'll never notice the way his eyes soften at the sight of you. And, perhaps, you never will.

The sound of the helicopter filled the area, snapping him out of his trance. As Simon cleared his throat, he carefully lifted you up. Gaz's footsteps echoed through the building before his eyes shifted to Simon. He gestured for the both of you to get into the helicopter.

Simon stood up, carefully making his way out of the building with precise steps.

"Ghost?"

"... Yeah?"

" I, ahem..." you paused for a moment, "Thank you... for helpin' me back there."

Fuck, he felt his heart shattering into a million pieces.

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[blingblong55]

Mistake -141

Based on a request:

I've got a request for you! I got lost in my thoughts and thought of a prompt so sorry if it's a bit jumbled lol So it's like a wrong place wrong time kind of thing where the reader is mistaken for an enemy, and taken to the base. Maybe interrogated a bit before the 141 are told they have the actaul enemy on they way to them and they're like 'then who tf is this....oh shit....'

GN!Reader, angst, civilian!reader, mentions of torture.

141, one of the best military groups the British military has. As always, they have a target to chase after, this time it's in a small town. Their informant let them know it would be a person dressed in a completely different attire than they were used to. You happened to be walking back from your boring job when you passed their location.

"Bravo 0-6, we have eyes on the target," Gaz said over the radio. "Roger that," Price responded, Within seconds you felt as if someone was chasing you. And having that you watched a crime documentary the night before, you quickly thought of a way out. You walked normally but stayed in well-lit areas. The men thought you were just trying to play along with your facade. "Don't let 'em get away," Soap said from his location, his snipe pointed at you. You grabbed your pocket knife and held it in your hand. You walked faster towards a more public road. "Quick, Ghost!" Price ordered. You heard footsteps getting closer and closer.

You ran away, not daring to look back once. You took many detours until you were close to a nearby church, Church service had started but before you could even reach it, Ghost tackled you. "Don't hurt me!" you told him, your hands held high. He took your knife away and pointed his gun at your head, "Why the hell were you running?" You tried to stay calm but two other men approached you, Gaz and Price with their own guns pointed at you. "Soap, you got visual?" Price asked over the radio. "Yes, Sir" was the response, a red dot on your chest. You panicked.

"No please, you are mistaken." your desperate voice pleaded. "That's what they all say." Price growls and Gaz and Ghost drag you back to their temporary base. The entire way there, you cried and begged to be let go. "You have the wrong person, please I'm innocent!" you cried. Soap aggressively cupped your face, "Yer shut the fuck up, ye hear me?"

At base, they threw you to a mattress in an empty room. Wrists tied to the other, ankles tied as well. Your teary face looking at them. Your body is littered with lacerations. Limbs are weak but they wouldn't stop hitting you. You cry, "Please...I beg of you...please stop this" You receive another punch to the abdomen. "Don't you understand we will keep this up, you fucking killer." Gaz held a knife to you. Over the radio, the Delta team came on. "Bravo six, this is Delta 0-5, how copy?"

"This is Bravo six," Price said, his eyes piercing yours. "We found 'em, and are on our way back to base." Ghost gave Price a questioning look. Both men stepped outside of the room, leaving the two sergeants with you. "What do you mean you have the person with you, Delta Five?"

"All features you told us to look for, this person has it and they have admitted to being the subject."

"Fuckin' 'ell." Ghost murmured and rushed inside. "Sergeants, step away." He commanded. "Ghost they are talking now."

"Step away from the civilian, Soap," he advises and approaches you with caution. He kneels in front of you and unties you, "Are you alright?" He asks you with a soft tone. You were too weak to move, all you could do was stare. Whimpers of pain filled the room once Price walked back in and took a look at the injuries they had caused. "C'mon, we have to rush them to the medics." Your vision blurred. In all his years of being a soldier, Price had a day he regretted the most. And that was today, hurting an innocent, treating them as if they were the scum of the Earth. What fucked him up the most? The fact you died on the bed of the medical tent. Your body is weak, blood on the floor and how you died innocent and young, a poor civilian taken hostage, begging to be let out and no one heard.

That day, Task Force 141 lost another piece of their sanity, another stitch with emotions and another shattered glass to the oath they took to protect civilians. Ghost added you to his book of names, the list of all those he lost to war, by his hands, or by the cruelty his job brought. Another soul that Gaz ripped away because of orders, ones he always followed without question. Soap, the one who had the most blood on his hands, now regretted not listening to his instincts.

[plaidetchocolatchaud]

Donc le RN sort aujourd'hui qu'arrivé au pouvoir le truc qu'ils feront c'est de privatiser les chaînes de télévision publiques.

Oui, mais oui, ça fait vraiment sens avec leur idéologie. Voilà, on transforme France 5 et Arte et faute de qualité ça devient au niveau de M6 et TF1. Aller, fini La Grande Librairie, Place au Cinéma, les documentaires, là tous ces trucs de gauchistes. Ces deux chaînes qui sont les seules à proposer du cinéma français, avec un nouveau patron type Bolloré, elles diffuseront de la télé réalité et des blockbusters américain. Ça c'est des vrais patriotes qui défendent la culture française 💪 bravo le RN 🙃!

[shakiralegends]

Le premier concert de la nouvelle tournée de Shakira a eu lieu dans un stade bondée à Rio et au vue des retours de fans et de certaines vidéos ( j’essaie de ne pas tous les regarder pour avoir quelques surprises quand même ) ça m’as l’air absolument IN CROY ABLE 😭😭🤩🤩🔥🔥

Elle nous fait un retour gigantesque, mise en scène de folie, tenue et danse digne sans doute de sa plus belle tournée, j’ai terriblement hâte qu’elle vienne par chez nous en Europe que je puisse enfin la revoir de très près, bravo et félicitations à tous les fans que j’ai sur mes réseaux et qui nous partage ces moments absolument époustouflants avec elle, profitez à fond de chaque instants à ses côtés, après plus de 20 années maintenant à être fan incontournable je suis absolument plus que prêt à remettre le couvert pour cette tournée époustouflante et sans demie mesure ! 🤩❤️

Grooooooos bisous à vous tous je pense fort à vous, profitez un maxxxxx, prenez soin de vous et on se dis à très très bientôt sur la tournée européenne ❤️

PS : passée lui le bonjour de ma part s’il vous plaît, vous lui dite Morgan elle sait qui je suis ne vous inquiétez pas 🫣🤣❤️

[lincolndjarin]

sparrow's spectacles

a series of horror one shots based around different pedro characters. be warned, the dead doves are going to be remarkably inedible. installments will be tagged accordingly, all stories will be 18+ and dddne.

Installments (not in order of release dates) :

Music Box - Joel Miller x Reader

Fine Art - Javi Gutierrez x MovieStar!Reader

Avoir Elle Est Avoir Les Etoiles - Din Djarin x Bounty!Reader

The Greater Good - Ezra x Reader

Until That Boy is Mine - Dieter Bravo x Paparazzi!Reader

more information below the cut!

so so so, basically i've been working on this during my hiatus lol, most of these have outlines and drafts already written, they're all varying in length from little mini fics to longer one offs. i've been wanting to do this for ages, i offered it as like a follower celebration and nobody seemed super into it lol but i really wanted to write it so here it is lol. each photo is for one of the fics ;) but we won't know which is which until their released.

anyways this has been in the works for a while now so i really hope y'all enjoy it!! also spent several days trying to come up with alteration for that name. have i said that ro is short for sparrow on here?? god i hope so lol

dividers by @saradika-graphics !!!!

(hoping to have the first installment posted within the week)

[otadam]

Bugün kahve almaya gittim.

Sırada önümde bir çocuk var.

Annesi "oğlum, kendini ifade et" diyor.

Çocuk, "Bir latte alabilir miyim, lütfen?" dedi. Annesi hemen çocuğa dönüp, "Bak gördün mü, ne kadar güzel söyledin, bravo!" diye alkış tutuyor.

Bu arada çocuk 15 16 yaşlarında.

Şimdi pardon da, bu kadar minik bir başarı! için niye ödül töreni düzenliyoruz?

Ödül ne, yaldızlı pipet mi?

Eskiden çocuk büyütmek "yemeğini bitir, ağzını kapa, ders çalış"tan ibaretti.

Şimdi "kendini ifade et, duygularını anla, kişisel alanına saygı duyulsun, öfkenle barış" falan diyorlar.

Ee bu çocuklar büyüyüp iş dünyasına girince ne oluyor?

Biri "şu işi yetiştir" dediğinde, "ama benim içsel yolculuğum bugün pek izin vermiyor" diye ağlıyor gerizekalılar

Bir de şu var: Kimse tembel değil artık.

Yok, herkes "prokrastineyşıncı." (Bak, İngilizcesini de öğrendik, hava atabiliriz.)

Şöyle düşün, sen bir işi altı ay boyunca yapmıyorsun.

Eskiden "tembel" derlerdi, şimdi "stratejik yavaşlıkla üretkenliği dengeleyen bir vizyoner" falan diyebilirler.

Ama kimse kızmasın, sonuçta hepimiz "travmalıyız."

Hayat zor.

Eğilmeye gelmez.( Burada şair ne demek istemiş anladınız)

Mesela geçen gün internetim bir dakikalığına kesildi, resmen duygusal çöküş yaşadım. Travmam var artık, kimse üstüme gelmesin.

Ah be, iyi ki ninem bu günleri göremedi, yoksa kendi çamaşırını elle yıkarken travma üzerine travma yaşardı.

Sonuç?

Herkes çok özel, çok hassas, çok derin.

Dünya bir sahne, biz de rollerimizi abartarak oynuyoruz.

Tabii ki bazıları için “Oscar”lık performanslar var.

Yazıya kötü yorum gelirse travmam olur diye çekiyorum şimdi:)

[blauesonnenblume]

ma mère qui m’appelle et me dit « oh t’as maigri c’est bien! » en voyant mon visage, je lui ai répondu « ah super parce que c’était vraiment mon objectif principal en vivant ici » elle a juste dit « ah bon bah bravo » l’ironie est malheureusement passée à la trappe

[darlingjmiller]

Pedro being late to the panel at the FYC event because he was getting a drink is so funny to me because i absolutely would do the same

[francaistoutsimplement]

Bravo ! Grande victoire du NFP avec LFI en tête. Comme en 2017, comme en 2022, comme le 7 juillet dernier, l’objectif était clair : sauver Macron et le système néolibéral ploutocratique néofasciste dont il est le fondé de pouvoir.

Les magouilles du 7 juillet ont marché à fond, la macroniste Braun-Pivet peut continuer son sale boulot à la tête de l’Assemblée nationale. Mission accomplie.

On joue les antifascistes pour la galerie mais on ne pense qu'à la gamelle

On vote et fait voter pour Gérald Darmanin, pour Borne, pour Hollande etc. etc. et au Parlement européen on acclame Von der leyen, après avoir voté pour elle. Reste plus maintenant qu’à reconstituer le bloc central. Et Macron pourra tranquillement continuer. Et pendant ce temps-là le gorille Delogu et ses copains vont continuer à rouler des mécaniques. Tout ceci est à gerber.!

(X-regis de castelnau)

VOYNET, HOLLANDE, MELENCHON, BOYARD, FAURE, AUTAIN, GLUCKSMANN, CHATELAIN, ROUSSEAU, JADOT, AUBRY, CORBIERE, les LFI, les Verts, les Socialos, les commies etc etc etc... et les électeurs du Front Républicain sont Des caniches, des caniches de la Droite et des Macronards.

[kruegerspillow]

thinking about simon who's absolutely gobsmacked after you'd risked your own life for his. he was stuck between awe and anger as he watched your hit figure. [ALTERNATIVE ENDING]

MENTIONS OF GRAPHIC VIOLENCE BENEATH THE CUT ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

Simon's heart stopped as soon as he heard the sudden gunshot. You'd gotten yourself in his way in order to prevent the bullet that nearly went through your lieutenant. The corner of his eyes twitched before the screaming of soldiers snapped him out of his thoughts. Your blood splattered on Simon's uniform.

"Bloody 'ell, price! There are dozens of 'em. Call fo' fuckin' backup!" Gaz grunted out in the radio, annoyance dripping down his voice. Simon shouts out orders to his other teammates, his voice unwavering.

You groaned, shifting on the ground before you felt a pair of shaky arms wrapped around your figure, lifting you up with ease as your throat tightens. Simon's eyes pierced through yours, his mask hiding the expression beneath them. He made his way to an isolated corner, while the sound of bullets wheezing past the both of you echoed.

"Ya wanna play hero now, huh?" His voice was filled with wrath, though lacked actual bite.

He placed you down, kneeling in front of you as you let out a pained grunt. His hand hovered over your body, feeling nearly unsure for the first time. Your eyes squeezed shut, and Simon felt his heart ached at the sight.

His shaky hand made their way to your cheeks, lifting your head so you could look up at him as he murmur words of encouragement that you couldn't seem to pick up. His other hand helped you exert pressure on the bleeding wound.

"Don't close your fuckin' eyes, ya hear me? Look at me. Look at me. Hey, that's an order." He whispered, his voice cracking as the world spun around you.

The hands that was once on your cheek made its way to the tourniquet in his vest. Fuck, Simon thought in his head.

The battlefield has no place for love. War won't stop just to let you see your loved ones once again. Simon knew that by keeping his 'no bullshit' facade. Yet, moments like this are the ones that the Ghost could not prevent. He hated how you made him soft, he hated the way his gaze lingered around your figure, he hated how your words have its way with him. But, now? This may or may not be the last time he'd be able to touch you, to feel your skin against his, to let show you just how much he loves you, even though you would never understand the amount of love he has for you.

The screaming of soldiers died down as the hostiles retreated the area. Simon wrapped the tourniquet around your leg, pausing for a moment.

"Breathe, yeah? This... this may sting a bit." Simon spoke up, and you nodded.

He tightened the tourniquet, causing you to nearly jerk. He softly shushed you, his eyes darting from your wound to your facial expression. Once he finished tightening it, his hands went to the radio.

"Bravo 0-7 to Bravo 0-6, we need evac immediately. Fuckin' hell this place has turned into a bloody massacre." Simon murmured.

"Got your coordinates, we'll be there in ten."

The atmosphere went quiet. Gaz and the other soldiers checked around the area for any hostiles while Simon stayed by your side, his chest rising up and down in exhaustion. He quietly gathered his composure.

"Ghost..." Your weakened voice caught his attention.

His eyes softened as he watched you quietly, his hands falling to the side as he stayed kneeling on the ground. The stench of blood and gunpowder lingered around the both of you. Your breathing regulated, he noticed.

"Feelin' better, hero?"

"...Never felt better."

A small, muffled scoff left his lips. His eyes hovered around you, as if he was admiring you. The color of your eyes, the way your chest rose up and down. You met his gaze, noticing the familiar look in them. He paused for a moment, pondering his next move.

"Fuck, 'm sorry." He apologized.

His figure scrambled closer towards you before he lifted his mask up to the bridge of his nose. Your eyes widened before he desperately leaned in, hands shaking as he wrapped his arms around your waist softly.

His lips met yours, pulling you into a desperate kiss. His eyes squeezed shut beneath the mask. You returned the kiss, feeling his tongue begging for entrance. He devoured you fully, tasting every inch of you as his breathing turn ragged. Your hands went up to his chest, pushing him softly so he could breathe.

"Ghost, fuck, breathe." You breathed out, watching him gasp for air.

"Christ, I needed to do tha' fo' so long. I don't care if I get fuckin' punished by this damned military." He groaned out, his voice husky.

He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, careful not to touch your wound as he breathed in your scent. His muscles relaxed before he pushed himself out of this trance. His hands hesitantly retreated from your body before he pulled his mask back down. The sound of the helicopter filled the area. He carefully lifted you up, hearing Gaz's footsteps before he gestured for the both of you to get into the helicopter.

He stood up, carefully making his way out of the building with precise steps.

"Ghost?"

"... Yeah?"

" I, ahem..." you paused for a moment, "Thank you."

He paused for a moment, thinking of a reply as the corner of his lips twitched into a small smile, though it was quickly washed away.

"... Don't mention it."

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[ptns-orageuses-rpg]

TW — police, corps militaire, oppression, surveillance, toxicophobie, violence policière.

A-BISSE

Altéré — Bloc d’Intervention Spécialisé en Surveillance et en Encadrement

Les gosses paumés, ça se retrouve toujours dans des coins sombres. Parce qu'on a tous peur du noir, mais on a chacun notre façon de fuir : il y a les Misérables et l'A-BISSE qui s'battent pour la lumière. On le définit en corps armé, rempli d'altéré·es, dont le but est d'intervenir quand il y a des altérations dans le merdier. C'est un peloton d'intervention avec chiens, colonnes et boucliers : rangers alignées et ordres grésillés au talkie.

Ils ont été créé dans les années 70, parce que l'État ne voulait "plus de bavures", "plus de conneries". L'idée de base n'étais pas conne : former des altéré·es à en gérer ceux qui perdaient le contrôle de leur altération. Positionner dans une idée de médiation, ça a vite dérapé sur du contrôle et de la surveillance. L'érythryle en bouc émissaire, ils font passer beaucoup de lois liberticides "pour notre bien". En première ligne d'une manif altérée, c'est eux qui calment les ardeurs des casseurs. Tu t'amuses à voler avec ton altération, c'est eux qui t'interpellent à 6h du mat.

Pour la plupart de la population, même chez les altéré·es, ce sont des bons gars qui font leur boulot. Ils éviteraient la guerre civile, maintiendraient la paix. Pour ceux qui se terrent dans les catacombes, et tous les survivants, c'est un putain de cauchemar éveillé.

ALPHA. BRAVO. INDIA. SIERRA. SIERRA. ECHO. A-BISSE

LIEUTENANT SYLLA — m / nb (libre) • +45 ans TW — description graphique, mort, répression, toxicophobie, overdose.

Son père était flic, c'est comme ça qu'une passion nait. À son époque, le service militaire obligatoire n'était qu'une porte ouverte à son rêve. Pas d'études supp', direct dans le corps de gendarmerie : il a toujours connu l'A-BISSE comme des bons gars. Il a connu le projet un peu avant son shift : une médiation courtoise entre altéré·es. Par cliché : on aurait pu dire qu'une perte proche l'a rendu un peu plus morne, sévère, qu'à ses débuts. Mais non. Il a vu de plus en plus d'altéré·es perdre pied, de plus en plus de synapses exploser rouge sang. Tant de mioches morts trop tôt, tant de vies injustement brisées : il a fini par s'rapprocher de la politique pour (trop) prévenir des dangers de la came. Ça fait un peu plus de cinq piges qu'il dirige l'unité de terrain, mais on sait pas si c'est pour le mieux.

À l'époque, c'était un grand ami de La Matriache de Bescel, aujourd'hui : même elle a tendance à dire qu'elle le reconnait plus trop.

FT. Tom Hardy, ...

ADJUDANT-CHEF DANTE — m / nb (libre) • +45 ans TW — répression.

Rien de pire que d’arriver la tête pleine de rêves. Lui il a grandi dans la galère, les yeux grands ouvert. L’envie de changer la merde de l’intérieur. Une fois plongé il a perdu pied. Parce qu’un homme seul ça résiste pas à la marée. Sa force, elle s’est perdue entre deux convocations pour insubordination. Tout ce qui lui reste c’est la douleur. Mais c’est vrai vous savez, chez lui, il y a encore du bon. Sa spécialisation il l’a fait avec les chiens. Parce qu’ils sont moins pourris qu’les hommes. Virgule c’est sa coéquipière. Malinoise renifleuse d’Érythryle. Quand à deux ils se pointent, tu sais que t’es dans la merde.

FT. Rahul Kohli, ...

MARÉCHAL DES LOGIS-CHEF MEZOX — m (joué par Ekkymose) • 27 ans TW — mort, dépendance, drogue.

Il trompe la mort, Lazare, arrache de ses mains celles et ceux qu'elle avait pris. Il y a pourtant pas plus honnête que la mort : elle aime bien sans détour et elle prend ce qu'elle désire. Mais lui, c'est un menteur, un trompeur. Il tronque les chiffres, parce qu'il n'y a pas de bavures s'il n'y a pas de morts. En fardeau, chaque vie arrachée à la faucheuse s'marque dans sa peau, si bien que sa grande carcasse se traine sur des béquilles ou sur un fauteuil. C'est à lui maintenant de teinter ses synapses de rouge. Il tape dans les stocks confisqués : les collègues acceptent, « lui au moins l'utilise bien ». Pourtant, Lazare ; il voulait bien faire. Gosse sans étude, sans avenir, gosse à la porte de l'oubli qu'a été aveuglé par la lumière que lui a présentée l'A-BISSE. Il suit les opérations, dirige quand il se fait pas couper la parole. C'est qu'il doute de plus en plus, surtout depuis les échecs récents à choper les Misérables. Alors, il y a son partenaire (secret) qui l'épaule, enfin qui tente. Mais leur couple aussi bat de l'aide. C'est-à-dire qu'il voit flou, le gamin : à force de regarder dans le noir de l'uniforme, l'uniforme s'est mis à le regarder en retour.

FT. Tamino Amir

MARÉCHAL DES LOGIS-CHEF AELLO — nb (libre) • 25 - 30 ans TW — mort, expérience de mort imminente.

C'est un·e ami·e d'enfance de Lazare, c'est ellui qui volait la bouffe quand il y avait plus rien dans les placards. Aello connaît le Refuge de Bescel, il connaît aussi les façons d'en fuguer. L'insubordonné·e n'a jamais marché droit, sauf dans l'ombre de son partenaire. C'était pas son idée la brigade, c'était celle de Lazare : iel a juste suivi parce que dans les catacombes il fait noir tout·e seul·e. Aello, c'est une harpie. Alors, iel a monté vite dans le corps armé. C'est les bras, les griffes, les ongles. C'est le monstre au service du bien, celui qu'on aime bien parce qu'il suit les ordres. Iel protège Lazare, parfois un peu trop ; faut dire qu'iel lui doit beaucoup. La vie, pour commencer. Aello a été tué·e par un altéré, il y a deux ans. Lazare l'a ressuscité·e et ils se sont embrassés. C'était bizarre, intense. Et depuis, c'est trop tout et jamais assez le reste.

Et lui, il doute et ellui, le sent. Sauf qu'iel panique, alors iel merde. Parce qu'iel a le trouille du noir, encore plus foutrement la trouille du noir. Iel veut pas que les ténèbres la regardent de nouveau. Ce serait comme mourir deux fois, ce serait comme mourir pour toujours.

FT. King Princess, ...

GENDARME NARCISSE — m (libre) • ≈ 30 ans TW — maladie, drogues, sang.

Il est chiant. Nos excuses, une description se doit d'être objective : il est insupportable. Monsieur fait mieux que toi et le sait. Monsieur sait mieux que toi et le fait. Il rabaisse pas, cependant ; ou alors, il le fait pas exprès. Il bosse à fond comme s'il avait peur de plus être vu. Il joue solo, c'est vrai : mais si un·e collègue est dans la merde, il reste joignable n'importe quand. Il dirige la visite des petits nouveaux, s'applique à bien faire, à un humour simple (parfois trop), mais divertis de son petit spectacle. Narcisse, c'est une taupe : une taupe sortie du terrier par une vie pas facile. Il a une sœur malade à en crever. Il n'y a jamais eu de traitement, jamais eu d'espoir. Elle s'fait tuer par son altération, ça arrive parfois : c'est pas de chance. Au plus mal, il y a une personne qui s'est pointée par miracle. Un drôle de phénomène : ses crachats, c'est des anti-douleurs. Elle fait des médocs avec son sang, de la drogue avec ses larmes. Mithridate, c'est l'un·e des principales sources d'Erythryle à Paris. Mais c'est aussi cellui qui sauve sa sœur. On pourrait penser à un pacte horrible, déchirant. Mais les deux sont devenus bizarrement potes de galères, unis par des cicatrices communes.

Narcisse a un reflet : c'est un mec bien sur lui, tête à claque. Un sourire corpo clean et un soldat courageux droit dans ses bottes. Personne le suspecte, il a une telle dévotion pour son métier. Il est en amoureux, parfois, de ce reflet. Sauf que ça reste un chien galeux, blessé et meurtri : comme absolument tous les autres.

FT. Austin Butler, ...

GENDARME DE NOAILLES — f / nb (libre) • 25 - 30 ans TW — mort (description graphique).

Bien gentille sur elle, bonne tête. Ne fait pas de vague, si ce n'est pour être célébrée de ses résultats. Bonne soldate, bien polie : « bonjour, merci ! », « avec plaisir monsieur, au revoir ! ». La gendarme file vers une vie d'officier dans quelques années. Sa prochaine étape, être maréchal des logis-chef. Ses buts s'alignent comme un escalier aussi droit que solide. A des tendances madame-je-sais-tout, mais ne le fait pas méchamment. Elle aspirait à être médecin, infirmière, mais son altération la conduite sur le terrain sous l'uniforme bleue. Ça ne la dérange pas, elle aime le cadre, elle aime suivre. Un peu candide, elle s'est enrôlée pour aider les concitoyen·nes française·s. Elle souhaite aider son prochain, remettre sur les rails des altéré·es perdu·es, combattre le terrible Érythryle ! Puis, elle a vu Aello crever devant elle, la bouche ouverte et les yeux révulsés. Il y a un truc qu'a claqué au fond de ses rétines, à De Noailles. Depuis, elle est bizarre, mais on ne sait pas trop de quelque côté sa nuque va pencher.

FT. Natalia Dyer, ...

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[taylor-on-your-dash]

MAGAZINES TRANSLATION PROJECT

Hi Swifties, I need your help! There are a few exclusive interviews that Taylor did with non English-speaking magazines that need to be translated, and I don't really trust Google Translate. I'm doing this for the interview archive, but of course you'd be credited. If you don't speak any of these languages, please consider reblogging this post or sending it to the people you know speak these languages! 🙏🏻

Here's some of the languages that I need: French, German, Japanese, Portuguese. I speak German so technically it's not as urgent, however, I don't have much time lately, so if you want to translate from German, go for it. Please note that there may not be an interview in some links. I have no idea.

If you know some other magazines that are not present in this list, feel free to send them in.

Below the cut the links with the magazines scans divided by languages.

Interviews with a strike through were already translated!

CZECH: Cosmopolitan January 2013

FRENCH: Muteen December 2010 | Cosmopolitan December 2012 | Cosmopolitan France December 2014

QUÉBÉCOIS FRENCH: Elle Quebec December 2014 | Elle Quebec February 2016

DUTCH: Cosmo Girl June 2009 (it says German but it's Dutch 🙄) | Hitkrant October 2009 | Tina March 2010 | Hitkrant June 2010 | Veronica (October 2010) | Hitkrant November 2010 | CosmoGIRL January 2011 | Tina March 2011 | Stars July/August 2011 | CosmoGIRL October 2011 | Hitkrant October 2012 | CosmoGIRL Holland November 2012 | Veronica (November 2012)

GERMAN: Bravo May 2009 | Bravo June 2009 | Zwanzig Minuten (Switzerland) March 2010 | Woman Austria October 2014 | Jolie Germany (December 2014) | Rolling Stone Germany January 2018 (these scans are illegible though)

INDONESIAN: Cosmo Girl February 2010

JAPANESE: Asahi Shimbun October 2010 | INROCK March 2010 | ELLE Japan July 2010 | INROCK October 2010 | INROCK January 2011 | Love Celeb April 2011 | INROCK January 2012 | INROCK April 2012 | INROCK January 2013 | INROCK (May 2013)

SLOVENIAN: Cosmopolitan December 2012 |

SPANISH: Ragazza December 2009 edit: no interview here | Yo Dana November 2012 | Vanidades Chile May 2018

POLISH: Twist Polish 2009

PORTUGUESE: Capricho April 2009 | Capricho August 2009 | Capricho Brazil August 2009 | Atrevidinha September 2009 | Capricho October 2009 | Saucy January 2010 | Todateen April 2011 | Capricho April 2012 - exclusive interview | Capricho September 2012 - exclusive interview | Capricho July 2013 | Caras (August 2013) | Elle Portugal June 2019 

THAI: Cosmopolitan (September 2011)

[sorella-di-icaro]

HEARTSTOPPER SEASON 1

1. MEET

All'inizio del secondo trimestre alla Truham Grammar School, allo studente del secondo anno Charlie Spring viene assegnato il posto di banco accanto a Nick Nelson, popolare studente del terzo anno che è nella squadra scolastica di rugby. I due diventano rapidamente amici e Charlie inizia a provare dei sentimenti nei confronti di Nick, tuttavia gli amici Tao Xu e Isaac Henderson lo invitano a non illudersi, affermando che Nick è eterosessuale. Allo stesso tempo, Charlie ha una relazione segreta con Ben Hope, che però non vuole essere visto con Charlie in pubblico e quando è con gli altri lo ignora. Stanco del suo comportamento, Charlie decide di lasciarlo e scopre che Ben ha in realtà una ragazza. Durante l'ora di educazione fisica, Nick nota che Charlie è molto bravo nella corsa e lo invita a unirsi alla squadra di rugby. Charlie accetta, nonostante diffidi di alcuni dei compagni di squadra che l'anno scorso lo hanno bullizzato dopo il suo outing. Ben non vuole rinunciare alla sua relazione segreta con Charlie e decide di baciarlo con la forza, Nick però interviene e lo scaccia via. Nel frattempo, Elle Argent, amica di Charlie, Tao e Isaac, affronta i primi giorni alla Higgs Grammar School for Girls, dove si è trasferita dopo il suo coming out come ragazza transgender.

2. CRUSH

Charlie racconta a Nick della sua ormai ex relazione con Ben e lui si dimostra molto solidale nei suoi confronti. Alla Higgs Grammar School, dopo un po' di esitazione, Elle riesce a fare amicizia con due ragazze di nome Tara Jones e Darcy Olsson. Nick invita Charlie a casa sua per incontrare il suo cane Nellie e quando inizia a nevicare i due si mettono a giocare insieme sotto la neve. Dopo il pomeriggio a casa di Nick, Charlie confida a Tao di pensare che forse Nick è effettivamente interessato a lui, ma Tao lo interrompe dichiarando di aver scoperto che Nick in realtà è innamorato di una ragazza chiamata Tara. Nonostante ciò, Charlie decide di invitare Nick a casa sua. Elle scopre che in realtà Tara è fidanzata con Darcy, ma che non hanno ancora reso la loro relazione publica. Mentre si trova a casa di Charlie, Nick cerca segretamente di toccargli la mano e si rende conto di provare dei sentimenti nei suoi confronti, portandolo a mettere in discussione il suo orientamento sessuale. Elle comunica a Charlie che Tara non è decisamente interessata a Nick.

3. KISS

Nick viene invitato alla festa di compleanno di Harry Greene, un amico e compagno della squadra di rugby, e convince Charlie ad andare con lui. Tao è contrariato dalla scelta di Charlie, in quanto la sera della festa loro avevano già organizzato di vedere un film a casa sua con Isaac ed Elle. Alla festa, Harry e il suo gruppo di amici cercano di forzare una relazione tra Nick e Tara, che qualche anno prima si erano scambiati un bacio. Parlandoci, Nick scopre che Tara in realtà è fidanzata con Darcy e che le due non hanno più intenzione di tenere la loro relazione nascosta; poco dopo infatti si baciano davanti a tutti sulla pista da ballo. Nick va quindi alla ricerca di Charlie, che ha perso di vista, e quando Harry fa dei commenti denigratori su di Charlie, Nick gli risponde di non voler essere più suo amico. Durante la visione del film con la sola Elle, dal momento che neanche Isaac è venuto, Tao accusa Nick di star causando un allontanamento tra lui e Charlie. Nel frattempo Charlie incontra Ben, che cerca di convincerlo a tornare insieme ma lui lo respinge. Nick ritrova Charlie e, quando si ritrovano da soli in una stanza appartata, i due si scambiano il loro primo bacio. Nick viene però chiamato da Harry, che vuole chiarire quanto successo prima, e lascia da solo Charlie, che decide di andarsene dalla festa.

4. SECRET

Charlie è deluso dall'improvvisa fuga di Nick e teme di aver rovinato la loro amicizia. Tuttavia, la mattina dopo Nick si presenta a casa di Charlie e lo bacia di nuovo, affermando di non essersi per nulla pentito di quanto successo il giorno prima. Nick confida di non essere ancora pronto a fare coming out e i due decidono per il momento di tenere segreta la loro relazione; si abbracciano e si scambiano un bacio sotto la pioggia. Tao, Elle, Isaac, Tara e Darcy vanno ad assistere alla partita di rugby tra la Truham e la St. John, dove giocherà anche Charlie. A causa della forte pioggia, il campo da gioco diventa estremamente scivoloso e Charlie si infortuna durante un placcaggio, portando all'interruzione della partita. Nick si reca in infermeria da Charlie e lo aiuta a pulirsi il fango dalla faccia, ma viene interrotto da Isaac che intuisce del tenero tra i due. Al termine della partita, Harry spinge Imogen Heaney, un'amica di Nick, a chiedere un appuntamento con lui. Temendo che un rifiuto possa far sorgere dei dubbi al resto della squadra, Nick accetta. L'intera conversazione viene ascoltata da Tao ed Elle.

5. FRIEND

Nick sta per annullare l'appuntamento con Imogen, ma quando lei rivela che il suo cane è morto Nick non se la sente di darle un'altra delusione. Poco dopo, Charlie invita Nick alla sua festa di compleanno in una sala giochi. Nick accetta, nonostante sia lo stesso giorno dell'appuntamento con Imogen. Durante la festa, mentre si trovano da soli in bagno, Tao rivela a Charlie che Nick ha un appuntamento con Imogen e successivamente intima Nick a non giocare con i sentimenti di Charlie. Nick, che ha involontariamente ascoltato quanto detto da Tao in bagno, si scusa con Charlie e ammette esplicitamente i suoi sentimenti per lui, che Charlie ricambia. Charlie apre il regalo di Nick, una fotografia del pomeriggio in cui si sono messi a giocare insieme sotto la neve, e i due si baciano per la prima volta in pubblico. Nick invia quindi un messaggio a Imogen annullando l'appuntamento. Nel frattempo, Elle si rende conto di provare qualcosa per Tao. Il giorno dopo, Nick spiega a Imogen di non essere interessato a lei da un punto di vista romantico; Imogen apprezza la sua sincerità e i due decidono di rimanere amici.

6. GIRLS

Nick pensa che potrebbe essere bisessuale e lo confida a Charlie. Allo stesso tempo, Elle rivela a Tara e Darcy di provare dei sentimenti per Tao. Durante le prove per il concerto scolastico, Nick fa coming out con Tara e Darcy, che suggeriscono un appuntamento a quattro con lui e Charlie prima del concerto. I quattro decidono poi di invitare anche Tao ed Elle, sperando di far nascere qualcosa tra i due. All'appuntamento, Elle intuisce le loro intenzioni e dichiara di non voler rovinare la sua amicizia con Tao e di aver avuto di recente già abbastanza cambiamenti nella sua vita. Elle viene quindi a conoscenza del fatto che Nick e Charlie stanno uscendo insieme. Poco prima del concerto, Tara sente delle dichiarazioni omofobe che alcune studentesse le stanno rivolgendo e scappa via. Darcy segue Tara per cercare di consolarla, ma finiscono per rimanere bloccate dentro una stanza della scuola. Tara confessa a Darcy di non aver immaginato che così tante persone l'avrebbero trattata in modo diverso dopo il suo coming out. Charlie, Nick, Tao ed Elle trovano Tara e Darcy e le liberano in tempo per l'inizio del concerto.

7. BULLY

Nick invita Charlie ad andare al cinema con i suoi amici. Quando arrivano al cinema, Nick scopre però che inaspettatamente sono presenti anche Harry e Ben. Durante la visione del film, Nick e Charlie cercano di tenersi per mano senza che nessuno lo noti. Al termine del film, Harry inizia ad infastidire con domande inopportune Charlie, che decide quindi di andarsene. Mentre aspetta suo padre nel parcheggio, Charlie viene avvicinato da Ben, che afferma di averlo visto tenersi per mano con Nick e poi, nel tentativo di ferirlo, dichiara di averci provato con lui solo perché gli faceva pena. Infastidito dal modo in cui ha trattato Charlie, Nick inizia una discussione con Harry e quando lui chiama Charlie "frocio" Nick lo attacca fisicamente dandogli un pugno. Nel frattempo, Tao riceve conferma da Elle che Charlie sta uscendo con Nick e si risente perché Charlie non glielo ha detto personalmente. Convinto di essere la causa di tutti i problemi di Nick, Charlie decide di porre fine alla loro relazione, ma quando sta per farlo vengono interrotti dalla rissa scoppiata tra Harry e Tao. Al termine della rissa, Tao accusa Charlie di essersi dimenticato di lui come amico e di non avergli parlato della sua relazione con Nick.

8. BOYFRIEND

Harry viene sospeso per la rissa, ma Tao si rifiuta ancora di parlare con Charlie. Sconsolato, Charlie decide di lasciare la squadra di rugby e ignora Nick. Durante la pausa pranzo, Tao e Nick hanno una sana conversazione e mettono da parte le loro animosità. Dopo una conversazione con il professore Ajayi, Charlie riacquista fiducia in se stesso e, in occasione della giornata dello sport Truham-Higgs, cerca di farsi perdonare da Tao offrendosi per la gara dei 200 metri al suo posto. Charlie vince la gara battendo Ben, che confronta per un'ultima volta intimandogli di lasciarlo stare, e si riconcilia con Tao. Durante la partita di rugby, Nick vede Charlie tra la folla e tra lo stupore di tutti decide di lasciare il campo e prendere Charlie per mano, portandolo nel corridoio della scuola. Qui, Nick chiede a Charlie di non rompere con lui e gli spiega che il loro incontro ha cambiato la sua vita, i due quindi si riappacificano e si scambiano un bacio. Durante un appuntamento al mare organizzato da Nick, lui e Charlie ufficializzano la loro relazione e Nick rivela di essere pronto a fare coming out e dichiarare pubblicamente che stanno insieme. Ritornato a casa, Nick fa coming out con sua madre Sarah, che accetta la sua bisessualità.