#cannette

[noiaelamentele]

Piano piano mi sto abituando alle giornate che stanno passando lontano da casa, però a fine giornata mi ritrovo con una sensazione strana dentro che neanche saprei descrivere a parole, oggi è arrivata un po’ prima del previsto

[joeinct]

Laundry on Rue Des Cannettes, Paris, Photo by Todd Webb, 1949

[ofdirtandbones]

Another self promo post sorry not sorry,,, if you want to drink pond water and slurp frog spawn like boba then I designed this for you lol 🪷🐸🌷🍃 because me too buddy

[scenteddelusion5]

"Two households, both unalike in dignity, In our unsightly hell, where we lay our scene," PART 3

Vox x gn reader (Alastor's child)

Note: sorry for the rickroll guys, I promise I won't do it again. It's a little shorter but I really wanted it to end where it did because dread. Part 4 will be around the same length as 1 and 2. Also for anyone wondering this takes place before Alastor's 7 years abscence. It's not canon compliant anyway but this does give you a bit of a timeline.

Word count: 2784

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

After thinking about it Y/n had reluctantly agreed to start 'dating', even thinking of it made them want to smash their head into the wall. And of course their father had already heard about, probably from Rosie or, even more likely, Paris himself. Alastor wouldn't shut up about it and they had to just nod along. This did mean, however, that Y/n was able to use this as a cover up for when they were hanging out with Vox, which is exactly what they did the day after.

Y/n had put on a big jacket, covering their fancy fit, and rushed out the door while rambling about meeting with Paris. Alastor just let them go, only asking for them to be back by ten.

"Hey Vox!" Y/n jumped in to give the man a big hug, getting a strong whiff of his cologne.

"You look dazzling tonight love." He kissed their hand. "I hope you'll like this place, I know it's not of your usual tastes."

"Oh, don't worry about it."

The night went well, the two love birds laughed and cried and gazed into each other's eyes in their private booth.

"You know, I thought it was very sweet you tried to eat demon for me. I was always scared that most people would think it was a dealbreaker."

" I mean I don't mind it but next time we'll go to a restaurant where they have options for the both of us." Vox laughed. "I don't find it a deal breakers, you shouldn't be scared. Besides aren't there a bunch of bachelors in Cannibal Town, like Paris."

"Don't remind me," they sighed, "Vox I... uhm I need to tell you something." Y/n thought back on yesterday, when they smiled in front of their father only to ball their eyes out in their room. "Something happened yesterday with Paris and... Just promise you won't do anything reckless."

"I promise." The TV Demon stared into their eyes with worry. So many thoughts about what this fucker could've done to them swirled through his head.

And so Y/n told him everything; the blackmailing, Paris' smug face, how he practically was an annoying Radio Demon fan wannabe and worst of all Alastor's positive reaction to the news.

"I know I lied to him... I-I know I tried to hide it from him, but somewhere deep down I hoped he would realise I was lying, that it was a facade." They cried. "I'm so selfish, aren't I?"

"Dearie, you aren't. And evening you were, this is hell, so who cares?" Vox tried to console them. "But if this bothers you so much, maybe we should tell him?"

"NO!" They yelled " He will KILL you."

"Alright... We'll find a solution, I promise."

The rest of the night went relatively well. They were able to joke around again. When Vox was walking them back, they complained that their feet hurt, so he swiftly picked them up. Y/n's face was buried in his neck while he held them close.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

When Y/n got home, they looked through their bookcase looking for a certain story. It wasn't there, they checked once more, then again, one last time... And nothing. They walked downstairs and saw Alastor sitting in the kitchen preparing for his next broadcast.

"Hey dad? Have you seen one of my books, it's called Demio and Cannette?" They asked.

"Hmmm, yes I did," he answered, "I didn't think that book was appropriate for you, so I got rid of it."

"What? WHY? You've never checked them before? Why all of a sudden..."

"I know you got the fairytale idea of 'falling in love' with my rival from that wretched story." Alastor stood up from his seat and came over to them. "But you don't need it anymore. You're now with a civilized man and I don't want you to change your mind because you are being influenced by frivolous stories. Speaking of Paris, how was your date?"

"Oh, it went well." They lied. "Don't just switch to a different topic! I STILL want my book back!"

"Not happening."

"YES IT Į̷͙̫̲̣̼̠̹̼̟͑̃̀̾̇̚͘͠S̵̻̪̠̔!!!" Y/n yelled back.

"You can throw a tantrum all you want, you aren't getting it back." His antlers grew. "I WILL do A̸͓̦̿̓̆N̶̻͑Y̶͚̅̓̄̕T̸͙̫͕̥̎͝H̴͈̙̘̮̋̕Î̷͊ͅṊ̵̪͖͕̆̅͒̄G̵̠̯͉͛̄͊ to protect you. Even if you disagree, U̶̢͚͚̲͕̎̇͂͝Ń̶̟͖̥̪̙̿̀͜D̴̹̯̩͓͘͜E̷̟̔̚R̷̬̫̜͛̋̒͗̕S̷͎̺͉͕̥̼̐͆̌̈T̴͇͓̠͈͈͐͆̒̂A̵̳̘̮̩͛̌̄̉N̷͇͚̻̥͖̂̌̇͗͋ͅD̸̡̺̀̔ ?"

"I... I understand." They walked back up the stairs, their head down.

Alastor sighed. He didn't like speaking at his child like that but it was necessary. They needed this, he needed to protect them.

A week and a half went by, on some days Y/n secretly met up with Vox while on others they were forced to meet with Paris. Their 'dates' got more and more uncomfortable. Paris got more daring and daring, he even tried to kiss them once, Y/n quickly shut that down, still they couldn't keep him away forever, he might get sick of their unwillingness and spill the beans.

Y/n and Alastor hadn't talked much since their little fight.... They had never had fights before and now they seem to have become a regularity.

Vox had noticed a difference in them and one day, late in the night, while the two were facetiming, he mustered up the confidence to ask what's wrong.

"Love, what's wrong? You haven't been yourself for a while."

Tears filled their eyes. "I had a fight with dad, he... I don't think he would ever except us..."

"Love, you know that I'm not the biggest fan of your dad but he does care a lot about you. I'm sure once he sees that I truly love you, he'll be fine with it."

"I don't think so... He is just to overprotective, since... I died. It was my fault, I was being stupid reckless and was killed. Before I knew it dad was down here with me and took care of me, sheltered me." Their tears fell down onto their bed. "He cares too much, he won't hesitate to get rid of you to protect me."

"Fine, but just know, I can protect myself against that old fuck!"

"I'll just have to take your word for it," they laughed.

"How about we go to that old school pub around the corner tomorrow?" His speakers started playing a nice tune from their time. "I can show you my dance moves."

"Ughh!! I can't, I have a dinner with me, dad and that asshole!" They complained. "I wish I could come! We're going to that restaurant we went to back then? What was it called again?"

"Heartie's, I will never forget that place."

The two continued to talk into the night. Little did they know, someone eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Heartie's huh?" Valentino held up his gun, loading it with angelic bullets. "Once that bitch is gone, he'll shake out of this and then we'll take out the Radio Demon together."

Y/n was looking through their gallery. Modern phones were so intriguing, those little devices could hold hundreds upon hundreds of pictures. Most of theirs were of Vox or them both, a few were of hell's scenery. Their favourite was by far a certain picture with the two of them. They were hanging out at Vox's place, he introduced them to Vark, his pet shark, and ended up watching a movie. Y/n could still remember the warmth they felled cuddling up, the smell of the pyjama-shirt they borrowed from Vox, everything was amazing.

That's when a knock came from the door. Y/n quickly shoved their phone in their pocket.

"Fawn, it's me." Alastor opened the door. "I know we haven't talked much since our little... disagreement but please put that aside for now. We have a guest, please come down."

Waiting downstairs was Paris, of course. They wanted to groan but kept their in a smile.

“I was wondering if I could take you on a late-night stroll?”

Y/n took his hands and left the house with him.

“What do you want to talk about?” Their voice was direct.

“You really don’t do small talk do you?” Paris quipped.

They looked to the side. “Only with people I don’t like.”

“Hah! Yeah, you’re going to have to learn how to like me. You see, I know it’s been only been a week but I think we are both ready to tie the knot.” He pulled out a little box. “I mean, can you imagine? Me being the official son-in-law of the Radio Demon?”

“What?” Y/n’s ears pulled back. “What makes you think I will EVER marry you?”

“It’s simple, you don’t want that box to die.” A disgustingly smug smile decorated his face “One wrong move and his fate will be sealed.”

“I-I..”

“One more thing.” He put his hand in their pocket and pulled out their gifted phone. “You won’t be needing this anymore.”

“H̵̱̱̖͛́͛Ḙ̵̯̖̭́̆̅̕Ỷ̶̨͚̣̮̆̅͠!̸̦̜̜͈͖͆̆ ̷̯̈́T̵̨̹̙̻̤̎̈́̂́Ḫ̶̦̥̃Ă̷̙̯̐̑͝T̷̳̝̆̑̕’̷̹̠͔̈͋̏̆S̸͉͚̊̒̊͐̕ ̷̡̧̲̹͒̊̚M̶̭͔̳̣̈͆̌I̷͕͉̬͚͖͠N̸̟̾̄͋͊È̵̛̟̬͖͉̦!!!" Y/n’s eyes glowed, their stature grew and a they scowled.

“Uh uh uh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, think about your paramour.” With one squeeze the thing crumbled up. As he let go, the now destroyed, device fell on the forest floor.

Vox was pacing around his apartment. He was contemplating going to the restaurant too, just to keep an eye on them.... But Alastor would recognize him. What to do? What to do?

That's when a call popped up on his screen. At first he got excited thinking Y/n might be calling him again but when he swiped it over to one of his set-up screens, he realised it was Velvette.

"Velvette, what do you want? I'm busy."

"Busy my ass! The only thing you've been doing the last two weeks is fawning over them." She held up her middle finger as if that'll prove her point. "I've been picking up YOUR slack, you piece of shit!"

"And that's why I've decided to send you out for a nice dinner tomorrow with all your friends. How about it?"

"This isn't some kind of trick is it?"

"Of course not." Vox's left eye took over most of his screen, circles spiralled his Z-shaped iris. "Just accept."

"Fine, but you NEED to get to work again. All this work has been driving me crazy and Val is doing jack shit." Her eyes drifted to something off-screen. "WHAT THE FUCK! Put that down you worthless BITCH!" She quickly left the call to deal with whatever was going on.

It's true that Vox had been somewhat slacking since meeting them, but can he be blamed? Anyone would if they were THIS head over heels for someone. He pulled up his digital to-do list. He wanted to try to get everything done by tomorrow, this way if something were to happen at the restaurant he'd be available and ready. So he dove into his documents and blueprints.

Vox looked over the different product proposals from his team, when one of them caught his eye.

The Voxle E-reader A VoxTech take on the older, popular kindl E-readers. A market VoxTech hasn't tapped yet and is overdue for a new revolutionary product.

The proposal came from a newer employee, whom Vox had already been considering demoting. The young demon barely brough anything to the table and an E-reader? It's true VoxTech never brought one out but it wasn't necessary, people could already use their V-pads which had many more uses. Besides, this is hell, how many demons actually read? Only those of higher status and they prefer paper books, like Y/n. Like Y/n... Would they like one? Before he could really think about it, he put the proposal in the approved pile. He couldn't wait to gift it to them.

Vox continued on working late into the night. He was so concentrate, the overlord didn't even notice he hadn't gotten any messages from his lover.

Morning came around and with that the dreaded day. The day went by like a blur for Y/n, eating, showering, reading, changing. They felt numb. This was happening, in a few hours they would be engaged to a slimy, shoe-licking bitch and there is nothing they could do about it. They couldn't even complain to their actual lover, their Vox. For the first time since dying, it actually felt like they were in hell.

They wore a beautiful green attire that showed their little deer tail with a matching hat they got from Cannibal Town. Walking downstairs, Alastor was waiting on them. He was wearing a fancier suit than usual.

"Y/n, I apologize for my role in our dispute." His apology was diplomatic and stiff, anything but sincere.

"Start actually meaning it and I might actually forgive you." They walked past him out the door.

Both Rosie and Paris were waiting outside. The whole way there was awkward. Y/n refused to talk with Alastor.

"Why don't you two head inside already?" Rosie shoved Paris and them towards the doors of the familiar establishment. "I want to talk to my dear old Alastor over here." Once the two were out of earshot she began, "So Al, what's going on?"

"There is nothing to worry about, Rosie. Me and Y/n simple had a bit of a disagreement nine days ago, nothing for you to worry about."

"You two never have fights, especially not those that last THIS long." She moved to stand closer to him. "And you're hating it. I see right through that smile of yours."

"I just, miss my little fawn... Ever since that wretched party, they seem to hate me..." For once in a decennia his ears fell back. "And they're hiding something from me, I know it! And it's troubling them, but Y/n refuses to come to me."

"Well... Maybe they're scared for your reaction. You can be a bit... Much when it comes to them. How about this? After dinner we'll have a good talk and lay everything on the table."

"Why not? Now after you." He opened the door for Rosie and followed suit. "Let's get to our table, I haven't been this hungry since the time my hunting rifle broke, hahaha."

Vox woke up on his desk, he had fallen asleep with papers and pen in hand. Looking at his computer it was late in the morning. His deer must have been worried about him since he hadn't texted them all morning, right? Right?

No, not a single text from them. They must have been nervous for the dinner.... But usually when they were nervous they would come to him for comfort. He was just being paranoid, just paranoid little Vox. It was just new for him not to have control over someone, the other two Vees often called him a control freak with how he hypnotised used his hypnotism powers...

Maybe he should've used it on Y/n after all? NO! he shoulder think like that! They were his partner, his equal.

He picked up his phone and messaged them:

Hey love! How are you? I know this day is stressful for you

No, answer. Y/n didn't even receive it. What was going on?

"Vox!" Velvette walked into his office. "I'm going to go get ready with the girls, don't forget to pick us up at the salon!"

"Don’t worry about it, I'll have it handled." He said smugly.

"You better! So make sure you don't fall asleep on your work again!"

Velvette took her leave again while Vox looked over everything he still needed to do. It was a LOT. So much he forgot all about his previous paranoia.

"So they're going to be at this restaurant?" An unknown voice asked.

"Yes, there're probably going to be one or two overlords with them," Valentino answered, "just get that whore and get out of there."

"Got it, don't worry. This isn't the first time I've dealt powerful demons."

Velvette and her girl friends had enjoyed their day at the salon and got picked up by Vox. The limo was fancier than usual, she guessed that he must've really felt bad for the slacking. Not surprising considering how much of a workaholic he was. She guessed wrong though, she guessed very wrong.

"Vox, what the FUCK are we doing back here?" She shoved her middle finger in his face. "This is about Y/n, isn't it?"

"Well, yes." Vox smiled. "Please Velvette, Y/n got a dinner with that Cannibal. They were really nervous about it, but the Radio fucker would notice me too fast."

"Fine, but you OWE me! GOT IT!!"

"Got it, whatever you want."

"Come on girls, we're getting dinner." She begrudgingly made her way inside.

Vox stepped back into the car just in time, because when he was on his way back, he saw them walking by. Y/n looked beautiful. How he wished he could be there.

Part 4

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[firkloverr]

molto grata a coinquilina x che ha lasciato un pacchetto di cartine lunghe in casa, non vedo l'ora di conoscerti e fumare le cannette con te sul nostro terrazzo

[mailamoon]

Pour bien finir l'année, voici une petite fantaisie inspirée par l'AU Lyon de @sibmakesart. One Piece dans la capitale de la gastronomie française, Sanji alsacien, Zoro breton ❤️

Pour les francophones qui passent par ici, je vous invite à aller visiter son Tumblr, elle est super douée et son délire sur Lyon est absolument délectable (moi je plonge dedans les yeux fermés !).

C'est parti pour une petite soirée lyonnaise avec nos pirates préférés !

Un soir à Lyon...

Au cœur de la nuit, dans la ruelle, une porte s’ouvrit, laissant de la lumière éclairer la rue sombre. Un jeune homme en franchit le seuil en s’allumant une cigarette, un sac en plastique à la main.

- Hé, l’aubergine, tu sors cette nuit ? Lança une voix autoritaire depuis l’intérieur.

Le jeune homme se retourna en soufflant sa fumée.

- En quoi ça t’intéresse vieux shnock ? Fit-il d’un ton ennuyé.

- Encore ce breton ?

- C’est pas tes oignons.

- Ah, claqua la voix, fais gaffe à toi !

- C’est ça, bonne soirée, àbgenutzdi.

-HÉ !

Le jeune homme referma la porte sans attendre de savoir ce que l’autre voulait répondre. Il regarda autour de lui, visiblement à la recherche de quelque chose, mais la ruelle était déserte. Un soupir bruyant quitta ses lèvres et il grommela quelque chose qui ressemblait à « encore en retard dawer säckel de breton ». Il donna un coup de pied à une cannette qui traînait tristement sur l’asphalte. Une sonnerie retentit de sa poche et il en sortit son téléphone.

- Allo ?

- Allo, Sanji ? Fit une voie féminine.

- Nami ! T’as pas vu Zoro ?

- Beeeeh si, justement, c’est pour ça que je t’appelle.

- Il est avec vous ? Demanda-t-il en entendant Usopp et Luffy se disputer derrière elle.

- Non il est pas… TAISEZ-VOUS ! Putain, j’essaie de parler au téléphone ! Je te disais, non il n’est pas avec nous. Il m'a dit qu’il devait passer te prendre à la fin du service mais il a fait tomber son portable dans le Rhône cet après-midi. Je sais que t’avais enregistré les coordonnées du bouchon dedans…

Sanji leva les yeux au ciel.

- Donc il est perdu ?

- Tu le connais, il n’est pas capable de distinguer sa gauche de sa droite. Bref, je voulais juste te prévenir, pas que tu l’attende et… VOUS ALLEZ VOUS CALMER ! LES VOISINS VONT ENCORE APPELER LES FLICS SI VOUS CONTINUEZ ! Pardon Sanji, je te laisse.

La communication se coupa.

-GOPFERDAMMI ! Cria Sanji en donnant un coup de poing dans le vide. Il tira rageusement sur sa cigarette. C’était GRAND Lyon, qui sait où ce connard de primate avait bien pu aller ?!

Sanji se mit en route, la nuit promettait d’être longue.

C’est au petit matin que l’alsacien retrouva enfin le breton. Après avoir parcouru la ville de long en large et en travers. Après avoir espéré que non, non, non ce bon à rien ne s’était quand même pas aventuré dans les sous-sols de Lyon… Il avançait enfin vers lui.

Zoro était accoudé à la rambarde de Fourvière en train de contempler les rayons du soleil qui commençaient timidement à pointer le bout de leurs nez sur la ville.

Après de longues heures de recherches, Sanji sentait une certaine fatigue gagner ses jambes. Il s’avança sans bruit derrière son petit ami.

- Hé, nixnutz !

L’homme aux cheveux vert ne sursauta même pas. Il tourna la tête vers Sanji. Malgré ses yeux cernés, un sourire éclaira son visage.

- Te voilà enfin cuistot !

Sanji roula des yeux. L’autre lui sortait ça comme si cette fichue basilique avait été leur point de rendez-vous depuis le début. Il appuya son dos contre la rambarde en frôlant le coude de Zoro.

- Tu m’as encore fais courir, fit-il en s’allumant une cigarette et en soufflant sa fumée dans l’air cristallin du petit matin.

- Genaoueg ! Je savais que t’arriverais à me retrouver.

Sanji lui tendit le sac qu’il avait transporté avec lui la moitié de la nuit. Zoro l’ouvrit pour y trouver une bouteille de chouchen et des bretzels enveloppés dans un papier kraft. Il prit la bouteille et sortit de sa poche un couteau suisse pour la déboucher.

- Pas de verre. Constata-t-il.

- Non, pas de verre. J’ai pas envie qu’on en casse d’autres. Le vieux va encore criser si les stocks continuent de diminuer.

Zoro porta la bouteille à sa bouche pour boire au goulot. La saveur lui rappelait sa région. Il passa ensuite le chouchen à Sanji qui bu à son tour.

- La prochaine fois j’amène du schnaps.

- C’est quoi ça ?

- C’est plus fort, ça devrait te plaire. Même si je préfère un bon pinot gris vieille vignes…

- Qu’est-ce que tu marmonne ?

Le blond lui sourit et, sans un mot, s’avança vers lui pour l’enlacer en collant son corps au sien. Ils s’embrassèrent puis s’appuyèrent de nouveau à la rambarde, coude à coude en se passant le chouchen et les bretzels. Ils restèrent là à regarder le lever de soleil sur Lyon en savourant ce petit déjeuner alcoolisé improvisé.

[dramasetter]

Cannette allegre

[accidya]

last weekend in utrecht

(figurine e cannette)

[curiositasmundi]

"Ti stai facendo una canna!" "Embè?": la nuova campagna del governo contro la droga è già un meme

Lo spot per prevenire il consumo di stupefacenti segue la non fortunata iniziativa con l'allora ct della nazionale Roberto Mancini. E sui social è già virale per la sua discutibile qualità ed efficacia

[...] Video, meme, ironici sketch su TikTok. È diventata questa, in pochissime ore, la campagna istituzionale del Dipartimento per le politiche antidroga in rotazione sulle reti Rai. Un bambino critica un ragazzino più grande mentre si prepara una canna. Trenta secondi, in cui il più piccolo avvisa il maggiore: «Guarda che ti fai male, poi è un attimo che passi ad altre droghe». 

Un ritorno alle pubblicità progresso anni novanta che di progresso avevano ben poco: la generalizzazione degli stupefacenti, l'atmosfera ansiogena e quella sensazione di terrorismo psicologico che tratta la tossicodipendenza esclusivamente come un problema giovanile. Dopo la Venere di Botticelli lanciata ad aprile come influencer dal Ministero del Turismo e il logo del Ministero del Merito presentato a maggio che sembrava richiamare alla fiamma del Msi, un altro pasticcio per il Governo Meloni. Va detto che l'Italia non colleziona successi per spot informativi sulla prevenzione al consumo e all’abuso di sostanze stupefacenti, eppure l’informazione sugli effetti delle varie sostanze restano ovunque la premessa di qualsiasi comunicazione. https://www.youtube.com/embed/kCg6FXNHVn0

Lo spot del Governo tuttavia accomuna tutte le droghe («è un attimo che passi ad altre droghe»). E dietro lo spot è evidente la mano del consulente del Dipartimento per le politiche antidroga, il leader delFamily Day, Massimo Gandolfini («assolutamente contrario a ogni legalizzazione») sostenitore di una criminalità affibbiata ai consumatori di cannabis, dell’equiparazione tra droghe pesanti e leggere. Decisamente un cambio per la politica italiana sulle droghe che archivia la stagione della ex titolare del dossier, Fabiana Dadone, che pur non producendo risultati concreti, aveva tentato di aprire un dialogo sulla legalizzazione della cannabis. Adesso arriva lo spot anti cannabis del Governo Meloni. Così debole da suscitare l'ilarità sui social: «Ogni anno il governo realizza campagne anti-droga che causano effetti controproducenti perché sono fatti a cazzo di cane"» una delle parodie più riuscite firmate da Il Grande Flagello su Twitter. Tra la reazioni politiche si segnala la critica lapidaria del segretario di +Europa, Riccardo Magi: «Ma davvero il governo pensa di fare la guerra alla droga con questi spot ai limiti del ridicolo? Un insieme di luoghi comuni privi di ogni base scientifica, una breve sequela di affermazioni che non hanno alcuna fondatezza scientifica o statistica e che si basano evidentemente su un presupposto: i giovani italiani sono stupidi. Una cosa è certa: chi ha pensato questa pubblicità regresso non ha alcuna contezza di ciò che accade nel mondo reale ed è rimasto a una retorica anni 80 che ha portato alla guerra alle cannette, alla persecuzione di qualche adolescente mentre, nel frattempo, il narcotraffico prosperava. Fatevi una cortesia: legalizzate la cannabis e proibite questi spot».

[fallimentiquotidiani]

Tossici in che senso. Quelli che ognitanto si fanno due cannette?

Forse i narcisisti/e e manipolatori/trici

Mmh no, quelli non sono tossici, sono persone che ogni tanto si fanno due cannette.

Tossici nel senso di persone che danneggiano la salute degli altri.

[hitmewlucille]

i miei capelli stanno slayando di brutto stasera peccato che starò a casa a fumare le cannette e giocare

[yaminahsaini]

Jeudi 5 septembre 2024: J’ai été à l’avant première du film Beetlejuice au grand rex. C’est sympa d’aller aux avant-premières car on est plus en immersion dans l’ambiance du film étant donné qu’il n’y a quasiment que des personnes réellement intéressé qui y vont (du coup beaucoup de personnes en cosplays etc..) Mais surtout, ce cinéma est vraiment magnifique! Il y’avait des décos dans le thème, ils donnaient des cannettes fanta à l’effigie du film etc… Il y’avait également un événement Beetlejuice mais qui était sur invitation pour les influenceurs/journalistes, j’aurais bien voulue y être invité… En tout cas c’était une soirée sympa qui m’a rappelé celle d’Halloween dernier où j’avais à l’avant première du film FNAF (pour ceux qui s’en rappellent). Mis à part ça, durant le trajet du retour, j’ai loupée une marche en descendant les escaliers du métro. Résultats: mon pied s’est tordu violemment, mettant donc tout mon poids sur ma cheville. Sur l’instant je ne pouvais plus bouger tellement que la douleurs fut intense mais ensuite ça allait difficilement car je boitais en marchant. C’était devenu supportable durant la soirée mais la nuit la douleur fut toujours présente, puis ce matin (6 septembre), à mon réveil, douleurs extrême à la cheville et impossible de marcher avec ce pied. Il doit s’agir d’une grosse entorse. J’avais mis une crème antidouleurs, de la glace et maintenant de quoi serrer. J’espère que ça se calmera. Je me souviens qu’à l’époque où je faisais du judo (2013?) je m’étais fais une douleurs similaire et ça avait finit par difficilement se calmer seul au bout de quelques jours. Par contre je ne pense pas que ce fut aussi intense que maintenant..

[une-touille-en-vadrouille]

Ce post est écrit sous 4,5g d'alcool dans le sang, je vous prierais donc d'être indulgents. Comme l'a si bien dit Dr X, "si on n'avait pas rencontré ce garagiste, on aurait perdu notre porte monnaie, mais on n'aurait pas chopé une cirrhose".

Pourtant, la journée a bien commencé, avec notre premier petit dejeuner en liberté, au milieu des montagnes ...

Bon, ça a demandé quelques ajustements : on a réussi à partir sans fermer le coffre, les tiroirs s'ouvrant donc à qui mieux mieux dans la montée. Fort heureusement, nos possessions ont évité de s'éparpiller aux quatre vents grâce à la puissance du saint esprit.

De même, nous avions oublié de fermer les lanières de la tente de toit, qui nous ont suivi en mode cerf volant avant qu'on réalise qu'il y avait un problème. Bon, eh, c'est notre premier jour hein, il faut bien faire les erreurs une fois !

Nous passons ensuite par une route en terre, Dr X conduisant avec une bonne humeur communicative, tellement communicative même que le tiroir du vide poche a passé toute la montée a essayer de danser avec mon genou en s'ouvrant de manière intempestive. Le petit coquin.

Peu importe, nous arrivons bientôt en vue du magnifique lac de barrage de Yeso, notre objectif de la journée !

On profite du paysage, flanant au grès de la vie, poursuivant de notre téléphone au zoom incroyable la faune locale, et rentrons à la voiture.

Et là, le karma accumulé sur le début de journée nous rattrape... La voiture ne démarre pas. Nos phares sont restés allumés, et en une demie heure, la batterie s'est complètement vidée !!

Nous voici donc tout penauds au milieu de nulle part, bien évidemment sans câble pour redémarrer notre batterie, à demander à toutes les âmes errantes s'ils seraient en possession de notre précieux sésame. Sans grand succès, jusqu'à arriver au propriétaire d'un minuscule boui-boui insalubre, qui nous sort une paire de ... Câbles. Mais au sens propre, deux câbles qu'on dénude au couteau.

Un groupe de colombiens croisés à ce moment nous remonte en voiture, manque de s'électrocuter en n'éteignant pas le moteur avant de se brancher, et en bonus Dr Rathatton leur renverse une cannette de bière dans la voiture, ils doivent être heureux de nous avoir dépannés... Mais la batterie redémarre \o/

On finit la journée en rentrant sur Santiago (où on achète une paire de câbles à mettre dans le coffre !), et on rejoint Daniel (notre garagiste de 60 ans qui fume comme un pompier) et sa compagne, qui nous invitent au restaurant. On les connait depuis deux jours, j'ai l'impression d'être des amis de toujours, c'est incroyable ce que ces gens sont généreux ! Ils nous libèrent même une chambre d'amis pour qu'on dorme au chaud ce soir ... Ce sont vraiment des gens supers 🥰

En attendant, pas de nouvelles de notre RUT, et l'agence nous a laissé un message "on a une solution, je vous appelle dans une heure !" à 14h ... Bien évidemment sans nous rappeler ou répondre à nos messages/coups de fil. Suspense pour demain, sera t on coincés ici tout le week end ?

[vvvounds]

cannette e bacetti <3

[sofya-fanfics]

Des vacances ensemble

Fandom : Fairy Tail

Relationship : Natsu x Lucy

Joyeux Nalu Day !

Voici ma participation pour le Year of the OTP 2023 pour le prompt : vacances ensemble.

J’espère que ça vous plaira.

Résumé : Lucy vit Natsu ouvrir sa canette et détacher la languette. Il posa la boisson sur le sable et lui prit la main gauche. Lucy écarquilla les yeux, surprise par ce geste. Elle se demandait ce qu’il était entrain de faire. Il passa la languette à son annulaire, telle une bague.

Disclaimer : Fairy Tail appartient à Hiro Mashima.

@yearoftheotpevent​

AO3 / FF.NET

Lucy ferma les yeux et sourit. Elle enfonça ses doigts de pieds dans le sable, profitant de cette agréable sensation. Cela faisait longtemps qu’elle n’était pas partie en vacances. Même si, pensa-t-elle, ce n’étaient pas vraiment des vacances.

L’équipe Natsu était partie en mission. Sur le chemin du retour à Magnolia, les membres de l’équipe avaient décidé de s’arrêter dans une petite ville au bord de mer. Ils voulaient y passer la journée et la nuit et repartiraient le lendemain.

En arrivant dans la ville, chacun était parti de son côté. Erza faisait du shopping. Gray achetait un cadeau pour Juvia. Wendy, Carla et Happy exploraient la ville. Natsu était resté sur la plage avec Lucy. Elle était heureuse de pouvoir passer cette journée seule avec lui.

Après s’être baignés, Natsu était parti chercher des boissons, tandis que Lucy l’attendait assise sur le sable en dessous d’un parasol. Elle pouvait sentir une légère brise sur son visage. Soudain, ce n’était plus la brise qu’elle sentait, mais un morceau de glace sur sa joue. Elle sursauta et ouvrit brusquement les yeux.

« Natsu ! S’exclama-t-elle. »

Natsu éloigna la canette de sa joue et sourit jusqu’aux oreilles. Lucy essuya sa joue froide et mouillée, tandis que le chasseur de dragon s’assit à côté d’elle et lui tendit la canette. Lucy accepta sans hésiter. Elle l’ouvrit et but une gorgée. Cette boisson fraîche était tout ce qui lui manquait pour rendre cette journée parfaite. Elle vit Natsu ouvrir sa canette et détacher la languette. Il posa la boisson sur le sable et lui prit la main gauche. Lucy écarquilla les yeux, surprise par ce geste. Elle se demandait ce qu’il était entrain de faire. Il passa la languette à son annulaire, telle une bague.

« Qu’est-ce que tu fais ? Demanda-t-elle.

-Je voulais voir quel effet ça faisait. »

Natsu continuait de sourire et Lucy rougit. Elle avait l’impression qu’il venait de la demander en mariage. La languette de la cannette lui allait parfaitement, comme une vrai bague.

« Un jour je t’en offrirai une vraie. »

Natsu prit sa canette et but une gorgée, comme si de rien n’était. Lucy se demandait s’il s’était rendu compte de ce qu’il disait ou s’il avait parlé sans réfléchir. Connaissant Natsu, c’était sans doute les deux. Lucy regarda son annulaire et sourit. Elle porta sa main à son cœur et ferma les yeux. Cette languette n’était peut-être pas une bague, mais pour Lucy, il représentait bien plus.

Fin