#ce la fucking vie

[pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong]

most unrealistic part of the wwdits pride episode was people being horrified over the nadja/colin robinson it's raining men duet. let me tell you if i saw that shit at my local pride i would be fucking delighted.

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

Hangman says weird shit when he gets nervous

As in, he overshares when he gets nervous and isn’t sure what to say, sometimes it’s just trauma dumping and sometimes it’s sexual and sometimes it’s just… idk weird

He usually has it under control, the pressure of his job is not the thing that gets him, it’s the stress of his life outside of work

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Example 1:

Ice: nice to meet you, Jake

Hangman: pleasure’s all mine sir, you have a beautiful house, you know, I used to live in a house just like this before my dad kicked me out and disowned me

Ice:

Hangman: sorry

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Example 2:

Coyote: so?

Hangman: so what?

Coyote: did you tell him?

Hangman: I told him that I can’t stand him and that I want to **** his **** and then have him **** me until I can’t breath and hopefully until he can’t speak

Coyote:

Coyote: instead of… I love you?

Hangman: I got nervous ._.

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Example 3:

Rooster: are you sure you’re ok?

Hangman: of course, it’s just a funeral, haven’t even seen the man in more than a decade

Rooster: yeah but he’s still your dad, you’re allowed to be upset

Hangman: hmm

Hangman: hey, did you know that like 1% of people get buried alive?

Rooster: I didn’t know that

Rooster: ready to go?

Hangman, taking his hand: hopefully he won’t wake up mid ceremony

[sunstaained]

happy hoggglidaaysss

a scramble man and the crick’s favorite dwarf for Realityheck for the incredible @naddpodgifting NADDPOD gift exchange! i had so much fun drawing this cozy lil festive duo in the style of those limited color palette christmas cards. hope you enjoy ❤️

[unionizedwizard]

literally the only thing that unites ALL french people, regardless of class, values, background, milieu, job, etc, is that they're physically unable to write a grammatically correct interrogative sentence. i am the lone delusional knight fighting windmills out there (l'inversion du sujet dont personne ne semble avoir entendu parler, apparemment)

[translightyagami]

For the director's commentary: ⭐ Do you have any passages in Christmas Wrapping you have any interest in discussing? I think of this fic constantly tbh.

It's interesting because that fic was a gift fic and yet i was totally self-indulgent by including stuff about Light getting bottom surgery. I'd always been a little interested in top Light but never vibed with how it was written by other authors – mostly because the default was always a cis L and cis Light. I really wanted to explore a part of trans masculinity that hadn't been touched on in the DN fandom, something that a lot of actual trans men have actually done and is a part of their sex life. plus idk: I think its hot! anyway here's the passage lol:

“Do you remember when I watched you in your room?” L whispers and waits for Light to nod. “You knew I was there, but you couldn’t see me. Did you imagine fucking me then? What it would feel like to have sex with someone out of sight?” “Yes,” Light hisses. “All I had were feelings. I didn’t know what you’d look like, or feel like. I didn’t even know how I’d fuck you, or what you’d do to me. I touched myself just imagining being against you and making you call my name. Forcing you to be known to me when all you wanted was to be a mystery.”

It's so interesting to me that L knows Light ages before Light knows L. Even when Light is aware of "L" in a conceptual sense, he has no idea what the guy looks like. All he has is this innate sense that someone like himself is after Kira, and its remarkable how long Light stretches a general vibe check evaluation of L before the detective shows up.

Also, idk, I like delivering off-the-cuff insights while one character is balls deep in the other. Keeps the prose interesting.

[jojotichakorn]

nlmg palm is actually so musical!quasimodo-coded

[dinitride-art]

Polls.

Not Poles.

Would you believe that I have been learning this language for nearly nineteen years? That it’s what my brain is built on? That I read and write all the time and still can’t spell basic words?

The spelling doesn’t even make any sense. Like there’s two ‘L’s and suddenly that makes it so the ‘o’ sound changes? Like that doesn’t happen with dolls. And I know it’s because those two words were probably taken from two different languages but still, what the fuck? Pole is like that because the ‘e’ on the end affects the vowel, and that’s a rule that makes sense. Sometimes. Most of the time kinda. And like okay, I know that pole is about like the North Pole and stuff that’s like related to the specific use of that term. Science shit. And polls has a different meaning because it’s about polls. But still in my head polls should be pronounced like ‘pauls’. But like slightly different. For whatever reason that may be.

At this point I should just try to learn pieces of like twenty other languages just to try and understand the roots of English to spell things correctly.

[burntblueberrywaffles]

L’anglais m’empoisonne le cerveau je suis de retour sur une phase où dès que j’essaye de lire un de mes livres en anglais j’ai envie de le jeter à travers la pièce, j’ai presque envie de les racheter en français mais c’est ridicule d’acheter deux fois le même livre ;-; je vais voir si je peux aller à ma bibliothèque locale demain pour me faire un carte à ce point ci 😭

[goldenguillotines]

morning gamers.. thinking about Kou Kira Brandy..

[gay-impressionist]

jsp pk mais j'ai toujours voulu travailler de nuit. au moins essayer, pour voir ce que ça fait

[possum-fiend]

I’m dead, this was so cute :0

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“Tech-Rex” - By emzurl

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[diari0deglierrori]

[aweirdbugcreature]

"It is what it is" I say, my hand visibly shaking as I clutch a monster can "Ce la vie" I mutter eating 5 day old Mac and Cheese at 4 in the morning.

[kohakuhibiki]

Tfw quand ton ex belle mère gagne un concours de plotte (duchesse du carnaval en 71), ça vire mal, pis faut qu'à parte en rampage pour détruire la vie de plus de gens possibles parce-que. Juste. Parce-que.

[charlesslut16]

-mine-

summary : Max and you talked, so charles got jealous...

PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : +18. SMUT, oral(female receiving), dirty talk, badly translated french and italian, curse words, unprotected sex (be safe!)

masterlist 

You were standing in the Red Bull racing garage speaking with Daniel, Christian and max. Charles had just gotten a DNF, while Max was the first one on the podium.

Charles stormed into the Red Bull garage, said hello to the three of them and got a hold of your wrist, so he could pull you with him into his driver's room. Once you both were in his room and stood in front of him. 

"Vous a-t-il touché?" he said in a low growl. Approaching you like a predator catching his prey.  His eyes were a storm. His face was touched with... violence. Did he touch you?

" Pourquoi la merde vous en soucie-t-elle?" You snapped, not getting why he was suddenly so interested in your love life. He was close enough to fill your senses with his scent. Why the fuck do you care?

"Answer my fucking question, mia cara." charles snapped back. 

"And what if he did?" You were playing with fucking fire, you knew it, but you couldn't seem to stop challenging him.

His hands were trembling when they reached for you. You sucked in a sharp breath when his hot skin touched you around his neck very lightly. His breath hit your lips when he dangerously deep said :

"Then he will be a dead man at the end of the day. I'm going to repeat this question for the very last time, ma jolie fille. DID. HE. PUT. HIS. HAND. ON. YOU?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, anger vibrated in your veins. Only through clenched teeth, you managed to say, "Not yet. But that doesn't mean-" his mouth crashed onto yours, stopping you from forming, your sentence any further.

You wanted to push him away. You wanted to pull him closer. Not only that, but you wanted to taste every part of his body. You bit your lip. You could taste his blood on his tongue when he pushed it right in to your mouth.

Having you breathless all over again. It looked like he was forcing himself to pull away from you. Like you were acid that he didn't want to touch when he lowly said through heavy breaths.

"S’il vous a touché ce qui vous semble, ce qui a du goût et qui ressemble au mien, il sera un homme mort, vengeur. Vous détenez le pouvoir sur sa vie. Décidé si vous vouliez le gaspiller ou non." If he touched you what feels, tastes and looks like mine, he'll be a dead man, vengeance. You hold the power over his life. Decided if you wanted to waste it or not.

"I'm not yours"

"And that's where you are very wrong, mia cara" charles answered before he took both of your wrist over your head and pushed you against the wall of charles drivers' room.

You looked at him speechless. You wanted to tell him to fuck him self, but no words came out of your mouth. Every ounce of self-control left your body as you saw the look in his eyes. Full of lust and anger.

"Vous n’avez pas une grande gueule maintenant, n’est-ce pas?" You do not have a big mouth now, do you?

Before you could say something, he kissed you, putting one of his on your face and the other hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him, so you couldn't get away.

Without breaking the kiss, he pulled the straps of your dress down and pulled it down fully, so you were only standing in front of him in your panties, bra and high heels. Charles broke the kiss and looked you up and down and said :

"Tu fais vraiment comme si tu étais fait pour moi. Seulement moi." You truly do like you were made for me. Only me.

He pulled you against him again, so he could pull you to his couch and push you on it. As you laid on the bed, Charles crawled over you and kissed you again, while he opened your bra and threw it on the floor.

"Charles please"

"Use your word, mon amour"

"Please... Please fuck me..."

"I think you need a punishment, for nearly letting him touch you."

Charles answered as he pulled your panties down, threw them away, looked you up and down, now fully naked, and pulled you a bit down, so your feet were dangling off the couch.

He kneeled before the couch and kissed your thighs up until your pussy came into his view. He looked at your face for consent and thrusted one finger in your pussy.

You moaned as he thrusted another finger in your pussy and then another, until you were on the edge of cumming on his fingers, but charles pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean.

"Charles, no... Please don't stop."

"You deserve it, mia cara"

Charles then pushed his fingers into you gain, until you were on the urge to cumming again, as he pulled his fingers out again. He did this for so long until you were overstimulated.

"I think you learned your lesson to never let anyone other than me touch you. Never"

As he said that, he unbuttoned his race suit, until it laid on the floor. Charles pulled you up a bit and crawled over you. He grabbed his cock and then thrusted into your pussy.

He didn't give you any adjustment time, as he thursted into you fast and full of lust. Not only that, but he grabbed your throat with one hand and gave it a light squeeze, while the other hand held you down, so you didn't get away.

"Tu ne t’évades pas, bébé. Vous prendrez tout ce que je donne." You don't get away, baby. You will take everything I give. 

"Tu étais faite pour moi, ma princesse, n’est-ce pas ? Tout à moi pour maintenant et toujours." you were made for me, my princess, weren't you? All mine for now and always.

After a bit, his thrust got slower and sloppier, which gave you the signal that he was near cumming.  You felt the familiar knot inside your stomach. He put his hand on your stomach.

"You feel me here, don't you, princess. Deep in your stomach."

You only nodded at him, as he came deep inside you with a moan. You did the same, you came around his cock with a loud pornographic moan. He stayed a bit inside you until he pulled out of you.

"Alors, qu’est-ce que c’était que de ne pas être à moi?" So what was that about not being mine? 

[alien-superst4r]

"On ne peut pas forcer les membres à jouer des fc racisés" C'est très vrai. Mais on peut les encourager. Comment ? Avec un staff qui joue des personnages diverses, aux familles et aux amitiés diverses, comme ça l'est PL ne ressemblent pas trop à la section "baguettes pas trop cuites" de la pire boulangerie du monde. Mais comme elles ne jouent que des personnages blancs, dont les mifs le sont aussi donc le ton est donné et c'est pas la gamme de fond de teint la plus inclusive que j'ai pu voir quoi (sauf quand c'est une histoire d'adoption merdique avec un enfant de chaque continent, jpp, arrêtez s'il vous plait, les adoptions internationales sont du trafic d'êtres humains qui laissent les gens avec de profonds traumatismes, c'est pas "fun et léger" une famille qui fait une collection d'ethnicité via l'adoption, c'est fucked up et devrait être traité avec le gravitas nécessaire, bref, renseignez vous, trouvez des témoignages sur le revers de la médaille des adoptions, réfléchissez avant de glamoriser un truc, mais c'était pas la question, je reviens à mes moutons)

Donc non, on ne peut pas forcer. Mais un effort conscient peut être fait pour donner l'exemple. Non seulement ça encourage les autres à "oser" (pas que ça soit un défi, on s'entend, mais y'a quand même beaucoup de gens qui sont informés et éduqués qui voudraient jouer des personnages non-blancs mais n'osent pas parce qu'ils ont peur de dire de la merde et d'en rajouter une couche dans les clichés et les stéréotypes, par inadvertance) mais en plus, mathématiquement, ça augmente les chances de diversité puisque les PL ne seront pas en shade 101 Porcelain Fair.

Mais ça, ça implique de vouloir y mettre du sien et de ne pas feindre l'ignorance du problème, qu'on s'entende.

Entièrement d'accord sur tout tout tout. Bien sûr que comme beaucoup de changements, il y a des efforts conscients et collectifs à faire. Tout comme la commu a avancé un peu sur les questions de whitwashing et racebending.

Pour ça faudrait déjà passer la barrière de reconnaître que c'est un problème sans le prendre personnellement.

Je rajouterai par ailleurs pour celles et ceux qui veulent jouer des personnages non blancs, si vous le faites en toute bonne foi, il faut aussi le faire en toute humilité. Personne ne s'attend à une exemplarité dans votre représentation ; les erreurs peuvent et vont arriver. Et celles et ceux qui vont le pointer du doigt, n'ont aucune obligation de le faire tendrement, en délivrant l'information dans une boîte en velours, parce que dans ces situations, votre confort n'est pas la priorité. Parfois ces personnes lisent leur expérience de vie dans ce que vous écrivez, et ça frappe quelque chose de complexe, profond et ancré. La bonne démarche c'est de mettre son égo de côté, accepter la critique et se corriger.