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Défense nationale/Forces armées canadiennes

La construction de nouvelles installations dans le secteur de riposte rapide du NORAD débute à la Base des Forces canadiennes Bagotville Continue reading Défense nationale/Forces armées canadiennes

[6okuto]

gn!reader fluff | “y’see somethin’ you like?” osamu asks, barely glancing at you as he shapes the rice in his hands into a triangle.

the stool beneath you wobbles as you lean forward—he really should get a new one—and smile, palm resting on your cheek. “yeah, i like watching you work.”

your eyes follow the veins on his hands to his forearms, up to his biceps and his chest barely hidden by his stupidly well-fitting black uniform shirt.

he hums. “well, that’s nice t’hear-”

“i love watching you make croissants.”

osamu pauses.

he looks at you, but no eyes meet—yours focused on his hands that move to wipe themselves clean on a towel before resting on his hips. maybe if you were stronger, you’d notice the smirk on his face. “what colour’s my shirt?”

a smile tugs at your lips. “red?”

fingers flick your forehead before you can wave them away. “ack- god, ’samu!”

he snorts and pulls you off the stool, forcing your head into his chest and muffling your groan while he pinches your cheek. “i should kick ya outta my kitchen for harassin’ the chef.”

“but he’s so hot and handsome, what am i meant to do?” you huff.

“at least don’t say i’m making croissants. am i french?”

“woah,”—you push away from his chest—“take that back right now. you know i’d never date a french man.”

“then why’d ya say croissants?”

“i don’t know, it was the first pastry i thought of! i love, i don’t know, macarons—”

amusement lights up his face as his arm takes you back into a head lock. “macarons? the also french desert—”

“fuck, stop, wait, oh my god, please,” a sound between a laugh and cry escapes you.

osamu cackles when you smack his chest with one hand, covering your face with the other. the onigiri is forgotten on the counter as he pulls it away to uncover your face, fingers threading through the spaces between yours.

your laughter dies down, and after using your free hand to pick a stray grain of rice off his shirt, you pout. “whatever, not french man. are you gonna kick me out of the kitchen for ogling you now?”

he only rolls his eyes. “no, it’s not like y’don’t already ogle me outside of the kitchen.”

another smack comes to his chest as you scoff. “wow. okay, it’s because i love you, you know.”

“yeah, yeah, of course you love the hot, handsome guy who cooks for you,” osamu brushes off your defense and picks up the last finished onigiri.

motioning to the stool and pretending you can’t see the blush that paints his cheeks, or smile on his lips, he huffs. “now sit back down so you can taste test this for me.”

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LG2 / Canadian Space Agency – Agence Spatiale Canadienne / Garment / 2024

[carbone14]

Six pilotes canadiens du 416 'City of Oshawa' Tactical Fighter Squadron – Angleterre – 30 mai 1944

©Royal Canadian Air Force

©Colorisation de Canadian Colour

Une semaine avant le jour J, les six pilotes se sont battus contre six avions ennemis, en détruisant quatre et en endommageant un, sans aucune perte à déplorer.

En haut de gauche à droite : adjudant Patterson de Kelowna (Colombie-Britannique), lieutenant W.F. Mason de Smiths Falls (Ontario), lieutenant G.A. Borland de Guelph (Ontario)

En bas de gauche à droite : Officier pilote W.H. Palmer de Kamloops et Salmon Arm (Colombie-Britannique), lieutenant R.D. Forbes-Roberts de Vancouver (Colombie-Britannique) et lieutenant A.R. McFadden de Springdale (Alberta)

[prosedumonde]

Des matinées qui, à cause du silence, n’en finissaient plus. Des journées colmatées de silence comme la boue et la paille fourrées dans les fentes entre les planches pour empêcher le vent frais de s’y engouffrer. Le silence vivait dans son visage, était présent dans ses pas et ses mains quand elle le touchait, lui. Le silence devint la silhouette qu’il voyait se déplacer dans les champs et les prés à la lumière du soir. 

Richard Wagamese, Les étoiles s'éteignent à l'aube (Medicine Walk)

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[soffecoeur]

That's why Les canadiennes was such a fever dream.

[lkluvsu]

ykw. my country did well, ils ont nous rendus fiers 🫡 taking uruguay to pens?? after canada was nawt that good even two years ago??? they were amazing this copa do not talk shit

[jackswigert]

went to a talk by jeremy hansen, the canadian astronaut that will be on artemis II, and i think his mission patch might be one of my new favourites

[fidjiefidjie]

Bon Matin 💙 😉🤗 💙

Coluche 🎶 Chanson Canadienne (J'y ai dis viens)

[kaelula-sungwis]

🇨🇦 Peyto Lake | Banff by Dave Wong

[anyctibius]

Quand t'as vu un film tellement de fois en version canadienne que même 15 ans après tu peux pas le voir en VO ou en VF

[sentientsky]

trying to read quebecois french when you've only ever known parisian french like

(IM TRYING SO HARD I SWEAR)

[artspaume]

rétrospective québécoise de l'artiste canadienne Helen  McNicoll / Musée national des beaux-arts du Québec (CA)

Helen McNicoll, À l’ombre de l’arbre, vers 1910. Huile sur toile, 107 × 81,5 cm. MNBAQ, achat (1951.140) / Photo : MNBAQ, Jean-Guy Kérouac. 20 JUIN 2024 AU 5 JANVIER 2025 L’exposition Helen McNicoll. Un voyage impressionniste explore les œuvres d’une artiste méconnue du public, dont le rapport au monde et la production artistique sont influencés par le tourisme naissant.  VOYAGES ET…

[carbone14]

Soldats canadiens au canon antiaérien Bofors 40 mm L/60 pour protéger le secteur de Juno Beach – Bataille de Normandie – Bernières-sur-Mer – Calvados – Normandie – France – Juin 1944

[prosedumonde]

La  guerre ce fut savoir que la vie peut te dénuder jusqu’à la moelle, que certains trous ne seront jamais comblés, certaines fentes jamais colmatées, que certains vents glacés se déchaîneront et hurleront, impitoyables.

Richard Wagamese, Les étoiles s'éteignent à l'aube