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Summer Outfit of the Day by Paola Moretti

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New York Recs 💕🗽

Restaurants and Nightlife

Best Nightlife:)

- Little Sister Lounge- Sophia La Corte loves this place

- Loosies

-Tao downtown is a classic:) Jack had his 22nd birthday here

-Highlight Room

- Daphne

Best Bars:)

-Butterfly Soho

- The Nines (more chic on upper east side, Jackie Kennedy fav)

- Portrait Room 💕

-230 Fifth (best rooftop bar)

- The Mulberry

- Veronika

Hard Reservations spots

- Four Charles (was so good 😋)

-The Corner Store (Haven’t been but very good)

-The Polo Bar (iconic)

- I heard Tatiana is very good on the upper west side

Mexican 🌮

- Los Tacos No. 1 (kinda touristy but really good)

- Tacombi

-Oxomoco

If on Long Island my favorite is Besito 💋

Italian 🍝

-Lupa

- Carbone or go to Parm (It’s good even though it’s a TikTok trap)

-Misi

- Roscioli (fav)

-‘Felice

-Vía Carota (Taylor’s fav

Pizza 🍕

-Prince Street Pizza

- Scars

- Mamas too(good sandwiches too)

- L’industrie (everyone’s fav)

-Rubriosa (my friend had their birthday here and we ate like 10 pies so thin and delicious)

-Cuts and Slices Brooklyn

Sushi 🍣

-Sugarfish (I know basic but it’s so good) 💕

- Takahachi

- Rosella

-Blue Ribbon

(They’re are lots of good places for this one tbh)

Bagels 🥯

-Liberty Bagels

-Popup Bagels

- Tompkins Square Bagels

- Apollo Bagels (go before it may close)

- I grew up with Jumbo Bagels not as famous though 💕

Dessert

-Little Cupcake Bakeshop

- Taiyaki

- You have to try Magnolia and Levain once but not my fav but pretty good and essential to nyc

- From Lucie (Jack Hughes got Sammy cake there me for her birthday)

-La Cabra

-Posh Popup

-Supermoon

- Buttercup Bakery is my fav too

Brunch 🍳

- Sadelles

-Sarabeth’s

-Tartine

- Salt Cure

-Bubby’s

-The Harold

-The Smith

-Clinton Street (best pancakes)

-Thai Diner

Burger 🍔

-Gotham Burger

- 7th Street

Other Amazing Places

- Hillstones

-Semma (Best Indian)

-La Mercerie

- American Bar

- Torrsi

- Quality Meats

-Ichiran (best ramen 🍜)

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Okay for my Modern Welcome Au fanfic, I’m making a Mother’s Day chapter, and I decided to draw all the moms. Everyone except for Miss Beagle is my own thoughts how they would look.

Miss Beagle belongs to Clown aka PartyCoffin. I just fan drew her in a cute Barnaby’s paw print apron (You can see his pup print and the large one) and I decided to give her a first name for the fanfic, since she needs one and a cute mama nickname. “Big Mama Betty” 

Anyway in order!

Monique Dear “Mama Dear”: Mother of Eddie Dear lives in Louisiana and is a post-man. Her husband die in a terrible truck accident before Eddie was born. She is a feisty, spunky woman that loves to go out doors, train for anything survival. She is a sweet mother and big tiger mom. When she sees her groan son, she would give him a bear hug and pick him up like he was a toddler. Very accepting and would sound like Carol from OK KO (VA: Kate Flannery) She’s always working out, since she have to lift heavy packages, and can cook!

Eleanor Frankly “Mother Frankly”: Mother of Frank. A calm, soft spoken woman. She is a Neurosurgeon, has the most steadiest hands. When she uses knives or scissors, she always cuts beautifully; one thing Eddie finds amazing because hello Crafting! She’s very intelligent, comes from a very wealthy family. Lives in New York, specifically Mid Manhattan with her husband. Yes, they are happily married, but once they saw Monique... 🤭 let’s just say they wanted to do a poly relationship.

Serenity Joyful “Mama Llama”: Mother of Julie. A funny nickname Jonesy came up when he was a toddler and stuck to the Joyful family. Don’t mind the colorful vomit skirt, rainbow monsters love to represent their family. Since, Serenity is all about Maximalism boho-chic outfits, she loves to represent her children’s colors. Believes in nature, spirituality, crystal healing, and listens to trees. Very laid back, sweet, and always goofy. Believes problems can be solved with yoga and Chamomile tea. Lives in the Rainbow Forest not far from the Welcome Home Residents.

Charlotte Partridge “Mama Lottie”: Mother of Poppy. She’s exactly like Poppy, but sweeter like honey! Very caring, hates cursing, and she knows how to cook. Her socks were made by Poppy, when she learned how to sew. Loves to support and protect all her children. She will treat everyone like her own kids. Lives in West Virginia!

Maria Gloria Pillar Garcia “La Jefe or Tu Jefe”: Mother of Howdy. In my fanfic, Howdy is Mexican American. As a joke, him and siblings like to call their mom, the boss or say, “Tu Jefe esta llamando” It’s a thing I noticed with Latino Americans say about their parents like the joke, “Your mom is calling you or My mom...” You don’t have to get it if you don’t. It’s a thing I’ve seen. Anyway, she’s the boss of the family, and knows how to run things. I mean this woman gave birth over 300 caterpillars, so she has the right to run her family and the family’s ranch. What I can say about her? She’s a Monarch butterfly, lives in Michoacán, Mexico. Used to live in East LA.

Chantelle Darling “Mother Darling: Mother of Wally. Lives in Atlanta, Georgia. She’s funny, nice, but cross the line with her and she’s the first to fight. Very protective of Wally, and his a widow. So her and Monique are gonna get along just fine. 

Miss Beagle “Big Mama Betty”: Mother of Barnaby. That dog is a HUGE mama’s boy! Everyone in the neighborhood knows her, she’s sweetest Mother Hen. 

I’ma say this too. If they were Humans, All of them except Maria and Monique would be African American/black! Monique would be biracial. Maria would be Mexican American with dark brown skin tone. My Au is about inclusivity for BIPOC/POC. 

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En los años 60 todo lo relativo a lo old fashioned de pronto se puso de moda. En Estados Unidos salieron The Lovin´ Spoonful, The Charlatans, The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Tiny Tim, Mama Cass y otros recordándonos los viejos estilos, el encanto de antiguallas con telarañas, retratos color sepia, el fulgor de los tiempos pasados. Creo que los Charlatanes fueron el súmum, tanto musicalmente como a nivel estético, echen un ojo al vídeo de arriba. Cuidada imagen con canotiers, chalecos, corbatas, bastones y otros complementos. Y cuidada música en consonancia. Fue tal vez la primera banda del rock de la West Coast (1964, tocaban en el Red Dog Saloon en 1965) pero no tuvo suerte.

En Reino Unido, en el Swinging London, lo "rancio" se convertía en moderno (es una forma de verlo), el pop engullió el retro con facilidad; los Beatles hacían "When I´m 64", Georgie Fame cantaba a Bonnie and Clyde, los Kinks tenían un "almanaque de otoño", y la New Vaudeville Band silbaba en la Catedral de Winchester. Lo retro se convertía en rabiosamente chic, pero sólo era una moda pasajera, del mismo modo que los sitares eran otra moda (llegó un momento en que parecía que el grupo que no metiera uno en sus canciones no podía ser "in"). De ese retro de la abuelita quedaron sobre todo los Kinks, el grupo que supo remozar con más naturalidad y talento este tipo de sonidos.

Hay que tener en cuenta que estos músicos nacieron a principios de los años cuarenta, y creo que sentían una fascinación por el tiempo no vivido, por las dos décadas anteriores. Los 20 y los 30 quedaban a un tiro de piedra, un suspiro de tiempo.

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Half Baked Review: The Brave Yong Su-Jeong

Length: 120 episodes | ~ 30 min/episode Half Baked Jury: Watch it if you have nothing else to watch Emotional Investment Level/Binge Degree: Overeasy & Telenovela (High Medium) FL: She aight, strong but also not powerful or influential so that makes her weak in the grand scheme of things ML: adorable and annoying, indecisive, the kind that makes you want to scream 2ndML: idk what is happening with this character, to be honest. he is mostly aggravating. Genre: I think this is a romance revenge plot

Characters Ingredients:

M. Group: The Evil Corporation 🤨: Main Female and Protagonist 🍹: kind ajussi who finds 🤨 and becomes her adopted dad 🙄: Gigachad with a weird attitude and Second Lead and apparently a murderer 🤴🏻: Lil Bro of 🙄 and Main Lead 🦟: Evil Stepmom of 🙄, Daughter-in-law of 👵🏻 and a murderer 👩🏻: Mistress of Late M. Group Leader and Biological Mom of 🤴🏻&🙄 👵🏻: Chairwoman and Granma of Lil Bro and Gigachad 😈: Evil Antagonist Chic and super jealous ... at this point she's basically a serial killer 👺: Mother of 😈 and also evil -- gambler and rude... and a murderer 👹: Father of 😈 and also evil, and the chief secretary, retired thug and murderer

Plot Synopsis Instructions w/ a Dash of Spoilers

Okay, so 🤨 is orphaned and almost killed thanks to the handy work of 😈&👺 -- she's a child at this point which makes the whole thing even more insidious. 👺 Finds a way to steal 🤨's deceased parents' wealth and home and gets away with it -- thanks to 👹. Then 😈&👺 flee to America.

Luckily, 🤨 is saved by 🍹 and they are living la vida loca van life together when they spot a lady in the water, pregnant and clearly needing to give birth -- turns out to be 👩🏻 pregnant with🤴🏻.

👩🏻 didn't just end up washed ashore though. 🦟 had put a hit on her via 👹. 👹 had kidnapped her, but then 🦟 hit her with the car, she was about to fall off the cliff, asked 🦟 for help, and then 🦟 just Lion King Mufasa her off that cliff. It was pretty cold. 🦟 👹 try to find her but she is gone ... because she is currently washed ashore and 🤨 &🍹 are delivering her lil baby 🤴🏻.

🤨 &🍹 take 🤴🏻&👩🏻 to a monastery and they live there quietly -- well quietly enough that everyone thinks they are dead. 😈&👺 are living it up in the States-- well kind of. 😈 falls in love with 🙄 and 👺 gambles away all their money. 😈&👺 return to Korea with different plans 😈 wants to marry 🙄 (even though he had married her BFF and had a child with her and then killed her.......?) &👺 wants to cash in on some more of the inheritance she stole from 🤨.

This is a decent stage for a revenge plot.

Recipe Hiccups

My biggest quam with this drama is that 🤨 starts off seemingly a strong FL but soon because of her socio-economic status, she just keeps losing. I find that K-dramas tend to be a commentary on society and what is being experienced. But it's a little depressing to see that happen over and over again to this character.

Making the first and the second lead brothers definitely creates a weird dynamic -- since they like the same girl. But I do think it is weird that they made the first lead 🤴🏻 a mama's (👩🏻) boy who is enticed to upward mobility because of the power in status and 🙄 is portrayed as dutiful in a sense, but also completely useless at his job and also a mama (🦟) pushover and essentially slave to status. I found it extremely odd that 🙄 had no personality until he fell in love with 🤨. In fact, he struggles as a dad and comes off as an emotionally absent father.

Baked till Golden

👵🏻 is played by one of my favorite actresses - Kim Yong-Rim. She is absolutely phenomenal.

But they do not allow her to be one of those dynamic characters who learn from history. And I think that has really stifled the potential of the character she is playing. I'm about 60 episodes -- quite half baked and I'm seeing her react the same ways she did in the beginning about a situation she is not pleased with. I wish they surprised us and done something different.

As always I love 😈 Lim Ju-Eun's reactions. Her expressions are what mean girls are made of

Lastly, evil seems to win too much in the first half which lets me know that it will most likely end really cheese-y and gooey. So right now this is ⭐️⭐️⭐️. I love the cast though, it's been a fun ride. Let's see how it finishes! happy watching! 🍪

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LA MAMA presents “CANDIED CAMERA LIVE!” - created and hosted by NORA BURNS

La MaMa will present “Candied Camera LIVE!” – Nora Burns’ tongue-in-chic variety show (think “The Comeback” meets Spinal Tap) with guests, monologues, a multi-media mix of video clips and, of course, go-go boys – at the newly renovated The Club @ La Mama for four shows, Thursday, February 1 though Sunday, February 4. “Candied Camera LIVE!” is a celebration of Burns’ “legendary” (her word) early…

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Aria - “Blind Eyes” e “Find That Man”

Il nuovo progetto internazionale che vede on air due singoli

Aria

Le canzoni nello stile jazz contemporaneo, riportano le classiche influenze della world music del compositore che ha lavorato con Peter Gabriel.

I due brani sono stati registrati a Johannesburg con la partecipazione del Soweto Gospel (musicisti e coristi di Miriam Makeba), e con la voce della celebre cantante jazz newyorchese Joanna Teters in arte Velvet Belle, e con musicisti del calibro di Peter Sklair, Paul Hanmer e Ayo Solanke.

Le canzoni sono state registrate nello storico studio di registrazione Downtown di Johannesburg, dove hanno inciso dischi Mama Africa, ovvero Miriam Makeba, e grandi artisti africani a sostegno dei diritti umani e della pace.

Il progetto è stato abbracciato da moltissimi artisti africani, che hanno dedicato il loro sentimento musicale alla causa, per la promozione della pace.

Perfino il grande coro Soweto Gospel, è stato attratto dal progetto, partecipando con intensità e feeling, e Mariano Schiavolini, ha curato la produzione per i brani di questo importante gruppo musicale internazionale.

Mariano Schiavolini in arte Aria, per l’occasione ha voluto portare in vita una serie di canzoni, che uniscono lo stile soul e spirituals con il rock progressivo e il jazz.

Hanno collaborato i maggiori artisti afro americani che rappresentano il miglior sound della musica jazz di quei continenti, contaminata con il soul e il funk nello stile anni 80. Il basso è suonato da Peter Sklair bassista dei Manfred Mann’s, maestro della tecnica popping, come indicato Bernard Edwards degli Chic.

Il pianoforte di Mariano intanto dialoga con il pianoforte di Paul Hanmer, cresciuto sotto l’ala di Keith Jarrett.

I due brani di Aria, in ogni caso, contengono influenze classiche derivanti da una coraggiosa sperimentazione. Nell’orchestrazione e nell’arrangiamento suonano parti di strumenti orchestrali tra i quali il clarone, e altri derivanti dalla musica medioevale e totalmente inconsueti nella musica jazz, come la piva, la zampogna, le trombe medievali, che si potranno ascoltare nel finale di “Blind eyes”, con l’aggiunta della grande voce del sax tenore di Ayo Solanke, affermato artista di gospel jazz.

In “Find that man”, si possono apprezzare nella parte centrale e nel bridge della canzone, armonie appartenenti al fado portoghese.

Il tutto amalgamato dalla voce di Velvet Belle, la cantante di punta del jazz Newyorkese.

Aria quindi rappresenta un nuovo jazz sperimentale, vicino alla musica rock progressiva, tutto da scoprire.

Aria è il nome d'arte di Mariano Schiavolini.

Il concept e lo pseudonimo del nome sono nati come omaggio agli elementi della natura che ci ispirano a vivere e creare in armonia con ciò che ci circonda. Una volta che si perde il contatto con la natura non si è più sé stessi.

Alle origini noto come compositore del gruppo prog-rock sinfonico Celeste di cui ha curato gli arrangiamenti insieme ai suoi compagni (1972), suonando tastiere e chitarre in modo innovativo, con arpeggi ritmici che sostituivano in gran parte la batteria. Utilizzarono anche percussioni orchestrali, tra cui la Moorhead. Celeste è stato considerato uno dei precursori della musica new-age internazionale:

Aria è stato un pioniere nell'uso del leggendario Mellotron, strumento principe in molte delle sue composizioni, oltre ad essere uno di quei rari artisti polistrumentisti che producono la propria musica e incorporano i migliori musicisti offerti dal mercato internazionale. I primi di questo genere sono stati Mike Oldfield, Alan Parson e, ultimamente, i Rudimental.

Nel 2017, con il supporto del video e nell'ambito del progetto Musica for Africa, è stato pubblicato il brano "Where Will It End", dedicato alle vittime del massacro di giovani studenti a Garissa, avvenuto il 2 aprile 2015 in Kenya e interpretato da diversi artisti, tra cui il grande coro della Wits University (Johannesburg). Il brano è stato cantato sia in inglese (testo di Nikki Turner) che in zulu e ha visto la partecipazione di due artisti reggae africani: Thuthukani Cele, famoso per Lucky Dube, e l'artista congolese Mermans Mosengo Kenkosenki, "A Legend Of Reggae”, anche membro dei Playing for Change. .

Il secondo brano del progetto è stato "Because You are There" (Schiavolini-Turner), ed è stato eseguito da solisti africani insieme al celebre gruppo Soweto Gospel Choir. Questa canzone è un inno di speranza dedicato ai giovani.

Anche i Soweto Gospel Choir hanno realizzato la propria versione di "Where Will it End", con la partecipazione della grande cantante soul newyorkese Clayton Bryant. La versione di Soweto è accompagnata da un video realizzato a New York: si parte da Ground Zero per sottolineare la rinascita e la speranza per il futuro. "Where Will it End" è un inno alla pace tra i popoli, all'uguaglianza e al rispetto delle religioni.

Clayton Bryant ha anche cantato nel brano di Aria "Till the End of Time", registrato presso i celebri studi Downtown di Johannesburg e con la partecipazione dei musicisti della band di Miriam Makeba. Le voci sono state registrate a New York presso lo studio Engine Room Audio di Broadway.

Il 22 aprile 2022, esce un doppio singolo sul mercato internazionale a sostegno della Giornata della Terra (“The Next Life” / “Lady in White”). "The Next Life" è una canzone dedicata all'ambiente e agli animali in via di estinzione, il cui testo è stato scritto dalla talentuosa cantautrice di Los Angeles Britt Warner. Nel brano è presente anche il giovane rapper e ambientalista americano Ray Reed, di Houston.

Nel dicembre 2022, esce un singolo natalizio sempre per il mercato internazionale, intitolato "A Christmas Letter", una canzone classica in stile Motown/gospel che è stata registrata insieme al video in Sudafrica presso gli storici studi di registrazione Downtown di Johannesburg. È stata mixata da Jack Rouben di Los Angeles e vede la partecipazione della cantante afroamericana Sherita-O e dell'Orchestra Filarmonica della Città di Praga, con un assolo di violino della celebre Lucie Svehlova.

Aria è anche un ambientalista attivo e sostenitore degli animali per diverse associazioni, tra cui Animals Asia Foundation, impegnata a porre fine all'allevamento di orsi nelle fattorie della bile e a migliorare le condizioni di vita degli animali in Asia. È anche membro dell'organizzazione americana per i diritti degli animali PETA, sostenuta da molti artisti di rilievo, come Paul McCartney. Nasce infatti nel 2013 il sito web ilvolodellaquila.it / flightoftheeagle.com, dedicando molta della sua musica alla lotta contro il bracconaggio e l'estinzione degli animali.

A settembre esce il nuovo singolo “Smile”, in versione sia inglese che portoghese, il cui video è stato presentato in anteprima per Global Talent World, il canale inglese di X-Factor con oltre un milione di iscritti.

A gennaio 2024 due brani in uscita per un unico progetto: “Blind eyes” e “Find that man”.

Etichetta: Assieme Edizioni

Contatti socialwww.instagram.com/ariathecomposer/www.ariamusicworld.com

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Discovering Seminyak's The Best Premier Restaurants

Seminyak, a vibrant and trendy neighborhood on the southwest coast of Bali, Indonesia, is renowned for its luxurious resorts, upscale boutiques, and, of course, its eclectic culinary scene. This bustling area has become a haven for food enthusiasts seeking a diverse range of dining experiences. From beachfront eateries to chic rooftop lounges, Seminyak offers a plethora of options to satisfy every palate. Let's embark on a gastronomic journey and explore some of the best lunch Seminyak that make a culinary destination like no other.

Mama San Bali: Step into Mama San Bali, and you'll find yourself immersed in a world of Asian flavors and sophisticated charm. Known for its diverse menu featuring dishes from across the continent, Mama San is a culinary gem in Seminyak. The restaurant's stylish interior, coupled with its extensive cocktail list, creates an unforgettable dining experience. Whether you're craving dim sum, Thai curries, or Indonesian specialties, Mama San has it all.

Sarong: For those in search of an exquisite fine-dining experience, Sarong is a must-visit. With a menu curated by Chef Will Meyrick, Sarong offers a fusion of Asian flavors with a modern twist. The restaurant's lush garden setting and attentive service add to the overall ambiance, making it a perfect choice for a romantic evening or a special celebration. From spicy satays to aromatic curries, Sarong promises a culinary journey through Southeast Asia.

La Lucciola: Perched on the edge of Petitenget Beach, La Lucciola is a beachfront haven that seamlessly combines breathtaking views with delectable Italian cuisine. This iconic Seminyak restaurant is renowned for its seafood, pasta, and wood-fired pizzas. Whether you're there for a leisurely lunch or a romantic dinner, the sound of crashing waves and the panoramic sunset views make La Lucciola an unforgettable dining destination.

Metis Restaurant and Gallery: Metis is a gastronomic sanctuary that fuses French Mediterranean cuisine with Indonesian flavors. Set amidst lush gardens and featuring an art gallery, Metis is a feast for the senses. The restaurant's diverse menu, extensive wine list, and elegant ambiance make it a favorite among those seeking a refined dining experience. Don't miss the chance to explore the art collection before or after your meal.

Merah Putih: Merah Putih stands out as a modern Indonesian dining experience, combining traditional flavors with contemporary presentations. The striking architecture of the restaurant and its open-air design create an inviting atmosphere. The menu showcases a variety of regional dishes, emphasizing the richness and diversity of Indonesian culinary heritage. Merah Putih is a celebration of local ingredients and culinary craftsmanship.

Seminyak's culinary landscape is a melting pot of flavors, and these restaurants represent just a glimpse into the diverse dining experiences this lively neighborhood has to offer. Whether you're a food connoisseur seeking fine dining or a casual traveler exploring local delights, best restaurant Seminyak are sure to leave a lasting impression on your taste buds. Embrace the fusion of cultures, savor the exquisite dishes, and let Seminyak take you on a culinary adventure like no other.

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Chic Mama LA Loves Dunton Hot Springs

Talk about a magical weekend!  Dunton Hot Springs is so spectacular!  I’m not even a nature girl and I absolutely loved this trip.  Every ounce of this place is so beautiful.  Such stunning hikes, horseback riding and fly fishing are a few of the incredible adventures you can do.  All gourmet meals and drinks included.  This is must trip!!!

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la vida aveses puede ser tan dura , y es*upida con algunas personas que son tan buenas por ejemplo: juana le dio manzanas a maria y cuando maria tenia manzanas se las comio enfrente de juana y no le dio nada ; eso es un muy claro ejemplo de lo que nos pasa nos tenemos de que desaogar aunque sea con la almohada yo entiendo lo dura que puede ser la vida porque mi vida es muy dura pero todo e n algun momento se supera tienes una roptura amorosa? algun dia vas a decir enserio llore por ese vato que nisiquiera me valoraba ? que se te murio alguien eso no se supera pero si puedes dejar de llorar y recordar todas las cosas buenas que pasaste con esas personas y si tu amiga de que te traiciono que mejor se hiso amiga de tu prima dejala algun dia te daras cuanta que nadia amig@ nadie merese tus lagrimas ! Solo la gente que en realidad te valora asi como tu mama tu papa tu abuela tu abuelo y tus ti@s una persona que decidio traicionarte no se mereses tus lagrimas y les digo est porque esto me paso a mi yo llore porque mi prima me habia robado las amigas, y me di cuenta de que ella no se merecia mis lagrimas hay muchas personas que quieren ser mi amiga como para estar llorando por una si tu novi@ te engaña pasa lo mismo chic@ hay gente que hasta m*taria por ser tu nv les doy conejos para que no pierdan su tiempo en gente ipocrita y no los perdonen porque si lo hacen una vez lo pueden volver a hacer; Este es un consejo de mi parte esto me lo dijo una persona muy especial para mi espero que comprendan que hay mucha gente que los ama y que si se meresen sus lagrimas pero la gente ipocrita chicos no, no se las merese. Gracias por leer hasta aqui tqm cuidate y recuerda estos consejos que te acabo de dar porquete pueden servir byes

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Aider un camarade à déménager

« Quittez tout, vous trouverez tout. »

Saint François d’Assise

Il faut aller chercher une camionnette de déménagement à l'autre bout de la ville. On fraude un métro, on fraude un train, on marche longtemps dans un parking souterrain, voilà c'est ici. Le camarade fait un crochet par Quick pour prendre un menu à emporter et il s'éloigne sous la pluie et mes blâmes diététiques, pendant que je remplis en ligne les formulaires d'état des lieux du véhicule, déverrouille la portière avec un téléphone. Une camionnette louée avec un téléphone loué, c'est fou le commerce "interface-machine". Le pote revient et monte au volant, moi à droite, démarrage. Tout se passe bien. D'abord une petite marche arrière à l'aveugle pour se mettre en jambes, avec le levier de vitesse dans la main droite et un cheeseburger dans la main gauche, à hauteur du nez pour y faire un croc de temps en temps, et l'autoradio sur Nostalgie FM qui chantonne un morceau des Beach Boys Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya to Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama. Des tas de voyants s'allument sur le tableau de bord, et une stridulation d'alarme retentit par-dessus la musique. C'est le frein à main qui n'est pas desserré voyons! Et paf tout de suite l'allure du véhicule augmente. Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go. C'est parti pour deux jours de déménagement de cinglé. Nous nous y sommes pris trop tard et c'est en catastrophe que nous accomplissons chaque geste, pressés par les échéances qui sont autant d'heure H et de couperets sur un billard: douze heures pour rendre un appartement vidé et récuré de fond en comble, vingt-quatre heures pour rendre ce véhicule.

Adolescent je me promettais une fois adulte, de vivre dans la beauté, par et pour la beauté: j'aurai la verve d'Edouard Baer, l'ameublement Armani Casa, les vêtements hooligan chic, l'érudition de Pierre Grimal, le courage physique de Marcel Bigeard, le détachement de Sempé, et la France pour jardin semée de maisons de pierres blondes, de dentelures de feuilles de chênes qui se détachent sur un ciel de soir d’été et de clairières comme sur les tableaux d'Hubert Robert. Il n'y eut rien de tout cela et j'arrivai à la majorité dans un Grenoble abominable, dans le shit, le tam-tam et les dépressions.

Nous avons au préalable "fait les cartons" c'est à dire bourré des sacs de fortune avec toutes sortes de tableaux, de linges de maison, d'objets sortis d'héritages lointains et dont plus personne ne connaît la valeur.  Les dentelles de Bruges, les écharpes de cachemire, les lustres du plafond, trésors des cristalleries européennes, emballés tous en vrac dans des journaux titrés "Alan Waquebaert quitte Namur", émergent ça et là d'un amoncellement de sacs, sachets, boîtes, paquets. Nous avons démonté des meubles, vidé le contenu des tiroirs à la verticale dans les poubelles, puis judicieusement entassé celles-ci sur le palier, palier dont les voisins d'en face se trouvent être les propriétaires d'ici.

Fracas dans la cuisine, le cache de porte du lave-vaisselle a frappé le carrelage. Catastrophe. Bientôt un réparateur bruxellois accourt, long et maigre, soixante-cinq ans, cheveux blancs jusqu'aux omoplates, gestes fébriles. Il se blesse au doigt en manipulant le cadre intérieur de la machine, toute de métal à bord tranchants, abominable. Du sang partout, des jurons, nous improvisons un pansement au sopalin et scotch et le congédions ; cette porte doit être réparée dans les dix heures prochaines et nous devons vider le chargement du véhicule d'ici une heure dans une maison des faubourgs de Charleroi, l'un des comptoirs du camarade.

En route il me semble soudain que ce n'est pas la grande forme. J'ai tous les symptômes d'un empoisonnement alimentaire passager et il va falloir rendre ce qui est de trop, tout en déchargeant des paquets dans un décor de briques et de désespoir wallon humide. Bientôt à Charleroi étalé sur un canapé, en proie aux joies des chauds et froids internes je rabat la capuche et médite un remède possible. Il me revient soudain que les Grecs recommandaient de traiter l'acidité par l'amertume et je progresse bientôt courbé en deux vers la cuisine, à la vitesse de 0,2 kilomètre par heure. En fouillant ici et là il s'avère possible de mêler dans une eau frémissante du thé vert et du curcuma en poudre. Un grand verre de ce mélange vous donne des frissons tellement c’est amer mais se révèle très vite constituer un baume souverain sur la douleur, et un fortifiant merveilleux. Me revoilà dispo et mon ami a dans l'intervalle terminé la manutention. Nous rentrons à Bruxelles. Tout s'arrange?

On bombarde sur l'autoroute. Des voyants s'allument sur le cadran de bord. Avant même de pouvoir y prêter attention un orage effroyable s'abat sur le pays, et l'autoroute devient un tobogan de parc aquatique. Le halo des phares ne porte plus qu'à trois mètres. Trente-cinq minutes de ce régime et nous arrivons, parquons le véhicule devant le logement à vider et mettons pied à terre. La portière latérale est grande ouverte. C’était pour ça les voyants allumés. Elle a été grande ouverte pendant trente-cinq minutes sous une averse de mer du nord. Bon, on ne dit rien. Un sac en toile que l'on avait bourré de paires de Crockett & Jones, trempé. On ouvre le sac pour vérifier les chaussures: miracle elles étaient cirées et fourrées d'embauchoir en pin, la pluie a glissé sur le cuir lorsque le bois sec ne l'a pas bue. L’averse a tourné au crachin. “La pluie tombait comme une aumône” dit quelque part Houellebecq dans un poème.

Avant de charger encore le véhicule il faut abandonner un bureau années 60 les quatre pieds en l'air sur un trottoir, sous la pluie, comme un bœuf abattu. Ces trucs sont invendables, les gens ne distinguent plus l’artisanat de la camelote, ne jurent que par Ikéa, les copeaux agglomérés sans style, sans race, sans passé. Signe des temps. Bientôt plus rien ne vaudra plus rien sur le marché, la beauté seule restera le critère inattaquable.

Il faudra beaucoup d'autres choses. Il faudra porter des tapis emballés dans des rideaux chouraves au logeur depuis la camionnette en triple file aux warnings dans un escalier branlant qui tient par miracle avec des poutrelles de soutènement jusqu'au 4ème étage chez des locataires ahuris et pas prévenus pendant qu'un GSM sonne pour la neuvième fois d'affilée dans une poche sans pouvoir l'éteindre (deux mains occupées). Mais qui appelle, bon sang? C'est un candidat Airbnb avec accent africain complètement paniqué qui a payé sa location et ne trouve pas la clé, normal nous sommes occupés à autre chose! Et puis le logement que tu as loué, mon petit père, a été vidé par nos soins et tu vas dormir par terre, ça te va comme ça? Et puis quoi, est-ce que nous sommes au service de ces fils d'ambassa-bassadeurs qui n'ont d'argent que par notre argent? De toute façon il patientera. Demain après l'état des lieux et la remise des clés, de ses clés à lui-aussi, il devra pour finir son séjour passer par la courette et grimper au logement par une échelle dissimulée sous une bâche dont lui indiquons l'emplacement, puis pousser la fenêtre de l'antichambre que nous aurons maintenu entrouverte au moyen d'un segment de carton astucieusement inséré entre le vantail ouvrant et le dormant précadre. Ce stratagème permet de sous-louer le bien au-delà de la fin du bail même après en avoir rendu les clés au logeur. Mais ce primitif à peine capable de saisir la complexité de phrases du genre de "clé sous paillasson" et qui téléphone 9 fois de suite pour se les faire répéter sera-t-il à même de suivre les directives évoquées ci-dessus? C'est le cadet de nos soucis.

On redescend, on remonte encore avec des tringles chargées de vêtements, des tapis, des trumeaux en marbre. Il reste un canapé à 40 euros et une armoire Ikéa. Ecœurés nous abandonnons ces marchandises sur le trottoir.

Mince, le lave-vaisselle cassé avec sa porte effondrée! Bim une idée, je me rappelle que nous avons un camarade menuisier dans un quartier tout proche. On l'appelle en catastrophe et le pressons de passer réparer d'ici une heure, il accepte. Réseau en béton, nous avons. Il arrive, pose des points de colle avec un  pistolet à colle, compresse la porte... Ça tient. Merveilleux, on a presque fini. Dans douze heures il faudra avoir quitté les lieux.

Bientôt il y aura les effroyables négociations d'état des lieux, sous le regard furieux de propriétaires rêches comme des toiles de jute, dans une ambiance en bronze massif d'une pesanteur insoutenable, lorsque l'on compte les secondes et que ça ne finit jamais.

Nous sommes à jeun et j'aime extrêmement cette sensation lorsqu'on est au bout de ses forces et que l'on s'en découvre de nouvelles, insoupçonnées. Cette phrase dans les romans autobiographiques de Dostoïevski: "il n'avait rien mangé depuis trois jours", me porte et me transporte. Il y a une noblesse du jeûne et Paul Morand me comble avec son "J'aime manger, mais je n'aime pas avoir mangé". J'ouvre une porte d'armoire de cuisine pour vérifier que tout est vide et que voilà dedans? Bon sang un énorme lave-linge. Et par-dessus le mastodonte, quoi? Un sèche-linge rotatif. Je claque la porte écœuré et gueule des insultes à travers les pièces désertes à l'intention du camarade.

Il nous faut un "diable" pour bouger ces crasses, et un lieu de stockage. Oh ça c'est réglé: le gars fréquente une meuf actuellement qui a un logement avec cave dans le quartier européen, on lui fourguera le tout à cette eurocrate. Il reste juste le temps de foncer au grossiste de vin là-bas plus haut dans la rue, cinq minutes avant fermeture pour un mois, pour lui soutirer un petit peu son diable. Les heures suivantes sont brouillées, nous descendons et montons l'électroménager sur des escaliers, dans des camionnettes, dans des tunnels de cave, occupés que nous sommes à rentrer des lave-linges dans des caves, des sèche-linges dans des ascenseurs comme on fait rentrer des carrés dans des ronds, au forceps, au chausse-cube et au "han" de porteur d'eau avec la sueur qui perle au front. Mais tout s’arrange. 

Le camarade m’offre un magnifique tapis, et un tableau splendide: le panthéon de Rome. 

Je rentre écouter ceci. Bon, bon, je sais... Mais elle a une voix superbe.

[imagekeepr]

Songs for Halloween Parties

Halloween parties offer the most wide open subject possibilities of any type of celebration. Halloween is the one day of the year that lets you be any living thing or dead thing, any occupation, any human or non-human and any personality type. You can be a cartoon character if you like. Since Halloween can go hundreds of different directions, the playlist will likely be a diverse list of novelty songs. The Monster Mash by Bobby Boris Pickett Rock Lobster by The B-52's Creep by Radiohead Everyday Is Halloween by Ministry Space Oddity by David Bowie Dead Man's Party by Oingo Boingo It's the End of the World As We Know it (and I Feel Fine) by R.E.M. Planet Claire by The B-52's Mad World - Tears For Fears Hell by Squirrel Nut Zippers Wicked Game by Chris Isaak Phantom of the Opera Soundtrack by Andrew Lloyd Weber Bela Lugosi's Dead by Bauhaus Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon Black Celebration by Depeche Mode Video Killed the Radio Star by The Buggles Walking On The Moon by The Police The Fly by U2 Lola by The Kinks Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress by The Hollies I Wanna Be a Cowboy by Boy Meets Girl 2000 Light Years From Home by The Rolling Stones The Munsters TV Theme Not Afraid by Eminem Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down Enter Sandman by Metallica Superstition by Stevie Wonder People Are Strange by The Doors Evil Ways by Santana 1999 by Prince Revolution 9 by The Beatles Twilight Zone TV Theme Hotel California by The Eagles Season of the Witch by Donovan Psycho Killer by Talking Heads The Devil Went Down to Georgia by Charlie Daniels Band Highway to Hell by AC/DC Devil Inside by INXS Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran Thriller by Michael Jackson Super Freak by Rick James Ghostbusters by Ray Parker Jr. Le Freak by Chic Rapper's Delight by Sugar Hill Gang Girlfriend in a Coma by The Smiths Dark Lady by Cher Scary Monsters by David Bowie Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival Devil Woman by Cliff Richard Riders On The Storm by The Doors Runnin' With the Devil by Van Halen Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones Crocodile Rock by Elton John Godzilla by Blue Oyster Cult Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People Frankenstein by Edgar Winter Group Nightmare on My Street by DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince Time Warp from Rocky Horror Soundtrack Rapture by Blondie She Said She Said by The Beatles Wanted Dead or Alive by Jon Bon Jovi Out of Limits by The Marketts Somebody’s Watching Me by Rockwell Bad Girls by Donna Summer Black Magic Woman by Santana Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses Welcome to My Nightmare by Alice Cooper Boris the Spider by The Who Jungle Boogie by Kool & The Gang Roxanne by The Police Back in Black by AC/DC Addams Family TV Theme The Blob by The Five Blobs Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson Take the Money and Run by Steve Miller Band Mama Told Me Not to Come by Three Dog Night Witchy Woman by The Eagles Speed Racer TV Theme Let's Go Crazy by Prince King Tut by Steve Martin Another One Bites the Dust by Queen Erotic City by Prince White Wedding by Billy Idol Hells Bells by AC/DC Fly Like an Eagle by Steve Miller Band Bad Bad Leroy Brown by Jim Croce Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult Tarzan Boy by Baltimore Rocket Man by Elton John Live and Let Die by Paul McCartney & Wings Genie in a Bottle by Christina Aguilera Copacabana by Barry Manilow Black Cat by Janet Jackson You Dropped a Bomb on Me by Gap Band Zoo Station by U2 My City Was Gone by The Pretenders Eye of the Tiger by Survivor 99 Red Balloons by Nena Spirits in the Material World by The Police Monster by Fred Schneider Union of the Snake by Duran Duran They're Coming To Take Me Away Ha Ha by Napoleon XIV Rebel Rebel by David Bowie State of Shock by The Jacksons Walk Like an Egyptian by The Bangles Freakazoid by Midnight Star Low Rider by War Church of the Poison Mind by Culture Club Rebel Yell by Billy Idol Valley Girl by Frank Zappa E.T. by Katy Perry and Kanye West We Will Rock You/We Are the Champions by Queen All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix Strange Magic by Electric Light Orchestra Burning Down the House by Talking Heads Der Komissar by After The Fire Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive by Men at Work Taxman by The Beatles Monsters and Angels by Voice of the Beehive Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz Spiders and Snakes by Jim Stafford Secret Agent Man by Johnny Rivers 2001: A Space Odyssey (Also Sprach Zarathustra) by Deodato Star Wars Theme/Cantina Band by Meco Kung Fu Fighting by Carl Douglas Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead by XTC You Are a Tourist by Death Cab for Cutie The Joker by Steve Miller Band Run Through the Jungle by Creedence Clearwater Revival Bette Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes Head Like a Hole by Nine Inch Nails Jerry Was a Race Car Driver by Primus Clap For the Wolfman by The Guess Who Fear of the Unknown by Siouxsie & The Banshees I Ran by A Flock of Seagulls Centerfold by J. Geils Band Black Velvet by Alannah Myles Tears of a Clown by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles, also The English Beat You Be Illin' by Run DMC Criminal by Fiona Apple Shout At The Devil by Motley Crue Weird Science by Oingo Boingo Swing The Mood by Jive Bunny and the Mix Masters Wild Thing by Tone Loc Whip It by Devo Planet Claire by The B-52's Legend of Wooley Swamp by Charlie Daniels Band Purple People Eater by Sheb Wooley The Freaks Come Out at Night by Houdini The Road To Hell by Chris Rea Billionaire by Travie McCoy featuring Bruno Mars Devil With a Blue Dress by Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels Rock Me Amadeus by Falco Tubular Bells by Mike Oldfield Space Cowboy by Steve Miller Band Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash, also Social Distortion Walk the Dinosaur by Was (Not Was) Funky Cold Medina by Tone Loc The Night Chicago Died by Paper Lace N.W.O. by Ministry Paranomia by Art of Noise Birdhouse in Your Soul by They Might Be Giants If I Only Had a Brain by Lee Marvin from The Wizard of Oz Pink Panther Theme by Henry Mancini Orchestra Smuggler's Blues by Glenn Frey She Blinded Me With Science by Thomas Dolby Runnin' Down a Dream by Tom Petty Axel F by Crazy Frog (You've Got to) Fight For Your Right (To Party) by Beastie Boys In The Year 2525 by Zager and Evans Major Tom by Peter Schilling Man On The Moon by R.E.M. Happy Days Theme by Pratt & McClain Send Me an Angel by Real Life Convoy by C.W. McCall Particle Man by They Might Be Giants Pinball Wizard by The Who Fire by The Crazy World of Arthur Brown It's a Mistake by Men At Work Synchronicity II by The Police Mr. Roboto by Styx Wipeout by Surfaris Evil Woman by Electric Light Orchestra King of Pain by The Police Just a Gigolo/I Ain't Got Nobody by David Lee Roth Twilight Zone by Golden Earring Rockin' Robin by Michael Jackson Spooky by Classics IV Jungle Love by The Time A View To a Kill by Duran Duran Rain on the Scarecrow by John Mellencamp Love Potion #9 by The Searchers Cult of Personality by Living Colour The Candy Man by Sammy Davis Jr. Authority Song by John Mellencamp Rainbow Connection by Kermit the Frog The Bird by The Time Lil' Red Riding Hood by Sam the Sham & The Pharoahs Canary in a Coalmine by The Police Octopus's Garden by The Beatles Maxwell's Silver Hammer by The Beatles Puttin' On The Ritz by Taco Livin' La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin The Streak by Ray Stevens Bat Dance by Prince Theme from Greatest American Hero by Joey Scarbury Fame by David Bowie Eye In The Sky by Alan Parsons Project Devil in Disguise by Elvis Presley Mommy's Little Monster by Social Distortion Deadman's Curve by Jan & Dean Creature from the Black Lagoon by Dave Edmunds Zombie by The Cranberries The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen Haunted House by Jumpin’ Gene Simmons It's Halloween by The Shaggs Dragula by Rob Zombie Witch Queen of New Orleans by Redbone I Was A Teenage Werewolf by The Cramps Eye of the Zombie by John Fogerty Halloween by Misfits Pet Sematary by The Ramones Horror Movie by Skyhooks The Raven by Alan Parsons Project Bloodletting by Concrete Blonde Feed My Frankenstein by Alice Cooper Don't Be Afraid of the Dark by Robert Cray Hypnotized by Fleetwood Mac The Scientist by Coldplay Run For Your Life by The Beatles Dig My Grave by They Might Be Giants Waltz in Black by The Stranglers I Put a Spell on You by Screamin Jay Hawkins, Creedence Clearwater Revival Ghost Riders in the Sky by The Outlaws, Johnny Cash Ghost of Tom Joad by Rage Against the Machine, Bruce Springsteen Dead Souls by Joy Division, Nine Inch Nails Swamp Witch by Jim Stafford I'm a Goner by Matt and Kim w/ Soulja Boy & Andrew W.K. Mekong Delta - Night on a Bare Mountain Nightmare by Brainbug In the Hall of the Mountain King by Sounds Incorporated One Piece at a Time by Johnny Cash Tequila by The Champs I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night by The Electric Prunes Nasty by Janet Jackson No More Mr. Nice Guy by Alice Cooper Backstabbers by The O'Jays Pets by Porno For Pyros Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins Ghost of a Texas Ladies' Man by Concrete Blonde Dr. Tarr & Professor Feather by Alan Parsons Project To Live and Die in LA by Wang Chung Pictures of Matchstick Men by Status Quo, also Camper Van Beethoven Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves by Cher Land of Confusion by Genesis I Fought The Law by Bobby Fuller Four Naughty Girls by Samantha Fox Jimmy Olson's Blues by Spin Doctors Nightmares by Violent Femmes I Will Follow You Into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie 42 by Coldplay Haunted House of the Century by Tangent Sunset The Warrior by Scandal Pacman Fever by Buckner & Garcia Planet Earth by Duran Duran Skeleton River by Tangent Sunset Junk Food Junkie by Larry Groce Everything Is Broken by Bob Dylan The Gambler by Kenny Rogers Shark Attack by Wailing Souls Season of the Witch by Joan Jett Superman's Song by Crash Test Dummies Brain Damage by Pink Floyd Paranoid by Black Sabbath He's a Vampire by Archie King Mad Scientist by The Zanies

[notesilencelove]

Lo siento mama, no tienes la culpa de que yo sea tal como soy, se que no soy el mejor entre los otros chic@s que ves, se que no soy el mejor en mis notas, en mi actitud, en mi forma de ser, solo encuentro la palabra en mi mente diciendo "lo siento" por no poder cambiar, por el dolor de no poder ser mejor, se que soy un desastre, pero créeme que he pasado noches llorando por cambiar, te amo mama, y no habrá otro desastre que te lo dira de la forma mas sincera a la que lo hago yo

[artificialqueens]

Revelation Sunshine, Chapter 6 (Courtney/Vixen) - Veronica

A/N: Thank you so much to @theartificialdane and to anyone who’s been reading and commenting on this story! Love you guys!

Last chapter: Vixen took a trip to LA to meet her new work colleagues and play house with Courtney. And magic words were shared.

This chapter: Courtney meets the family, and Vixen gets a surprise.

***

Courtney could barely sit still as she rode in the back of the car from the airport. It had been three weeks. Three endless weeks, since Vixen had left LA. Of course, they still spoke every day, but the physical absence had gotten more excruciating with each passing day. Now, Courtney was in Chicago for Thanksgiving and she’d blocked out a full week to spend with her beautiful girlfriend.

VIXEN: Tell me when you’re pulling up, I’ll come down and get you. <3

COURTNEY: Pulling up!

COURTNEY: A nice old lady let me in. You’re on the 3rd floor, right?

VIXEN: Shit!

Courtney stepped out of the elevator, suitcase in hand, just as Vixen threw open the front door of her apartment.

“I’m sorry, I was making dinner and I didn’t see the phone buzz, and then you were—”

Courtney cut Vixen off by leaping into her arms, legs wrapped around her waist.

“—already here,” she finished, holding Courtney tightly. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Courtney said, inhaling the sweet scent of her neck, thrilled to be back in her arms. She tried not to sound pathetic as she said, “I missed you,” against her skin.

“Me too,” Vixen whispered back.

Courtney lifted her head to kiss her hungrily—almost desperate. She felt Vixen’s fingers digging into her back as she slid down, forgetting everything but the feel of her lips, the press of her body. Winding her fingers into her hair.

Vixen giggled softly, saying, “I knew you’d go straight for the hair.”

She’d been to the salon to get her twists out, and even though Courtney had seen it on FaceTime, it didn’t do justice to how soft and shiny and perfect her curls were. Courtney gazed at her, lashes fluttering.

“I love it,” she proclaimed, going in for another kiss.

“Do you want to take this inside?” Vixen asked, and a blush rose to Courtney’s cheeks.

“Sorry,” she said, breaking away and picking up her suitcase and backpack from the ground, where she’d carelessly dropped them.

“It’s okay.” Vixen grinned, taking her hand and leading her inside.

“Omigod, I love your place!” Courtney exclaimed, leaning her suitcase against the wall and spinning around.

Vixen’s apartment was exactly what Courtney expected. Warm and cozy, the kind of shabby-chic style you would expect from an academic, with hand-knitted afghans on the sofa and chairs, and an eclectic mix of bold, colorful art. And of course, there were teeming, overstuffed bookcases everywhere.

“Yeah? I tried to straighten up for you,” Vixen chuckled. She picked up a bottle of wine from the dining room table, saying, “Want a drink?”

“Yes please!” Courtney answered gratefully.

While Vixen opened the wine, she wandered around a little, browsing the bookshelves, touching the spines of a few as she read the titles. There were a lot of academic tomes and social science, but also lots of well-worn novels and books of poetry.

“Monet fucking hates that they’re not organized properly,” Vixen said. “She can barely tolerate even being in here.”

Courtney chuckled. That made sense—Monet was a librarian, after all. But for Courtney, it was a delightful mix, like putting a playlist on shuffle. Every shelf gave a slightly different but equally accurate snapshot of Vixen’s personality, of all the things she cared about. It was beautiful.

She ran her finger along the spine of one book, a copy of Invisible Man that was so well-loved, it appeared to be falling apart. As Vixen approached with the wine, she felt a smile tugging at her lips.

“I had this ex who had stuffed bookshelves, too,” Courtney said, fingers dancing over more of the titles. “Only, when you looked up close, you realized that they were mostly coffee table books and bestsellers, arranged for aesthetic purposes.”

“Mmm.”

Courtney turned around to see the mildly exasperated smile on Vixen’s face.

“What?”

“You don’t always have to say ‘my ex.’ You can just say Bianca,” Vixen said.

Courtney opened her mouth, then closed it, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Do I do that a lot?” she asked.

“Yeah,” said Vixen, handing her the glass, touching her fingers gently to soften the blow.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m less fragile than you think, you know.” Vixen gave her a smirk, taking a small sip. “And I know she’s still important to you.”

“I honestly don’t know why I even think of her that way. It would really be more accurate to just say ‘my friend.’”

Vixen tucked a lock of hair behind Courtney’s ear, lips brushing against her temple.

“Call her whatever you want. As long as you’re here with me, I don’t care.”

Courtney looked up at her, eyes shining with relief and happiness, and clinked their glasses together.

“Cheers to that.”

***

Vixen smiled, feeling Courtney’s thighs trembling and shaking, continuing to lick her softly from below until her muscles gave out completely, then depositing her onto her back and quickly grabbing a vibrator from the little bag of toys on the nightstand.

Courtney hadn’t even caught her breath before she turned it on, barely touching her, making her moan and thrash, clawing at her back and ass.

(It was still a bit mind-boggling to Vixen how many times in a row Courtney could come. She supposed it was just one of those XX chromosome things she’d never experience.)

Courtney’s hands were everywhere on her body, and it made Vixen shiver to think of how much she was getting off on just touching her.

“Baby…” Vixen worked the vibrator in circles, trying to catch her glazed eyes. “How ya doin?”

Courtney whimpered, arching up.

“Are you done? Do you want me to stop?”

Courtney shook her head vigorously, fingers wrapping around Vixen’s wrist, guiding her hand, showing her where to press harder. Once Vixen complied, Courtney wove her hands into her hair and pulled her in for a frenzied kiss, breath ragged. Vixen licked into her mouth, swallowing those delicious moans until they reached a crescendo, then immediately pulling the vibrator away, knowing it would be too much in her over-sensitive state. As Courtney curled against her, she went back in with the pads of her fingers, rubbing lightly. She pressed kisses against her temples, her lips, down her jaw and into the tenderest spot on her neck.

“Fuck…” Courtney breathed. “That was incredible.”

“I missed you,” Vixen whispered against her.

Courtney mustered up all her strength to roll over on top of Vixen, kissing her with even more urgency, still hungry for her even after all that.

“I missed you too, baby…” said Courtney, taking Vixen’s lower lip in between her teeth and sucking on it. “I hate being away from you.”

“It’ll be better soon,” Vixen murmured, wrapping her arms securely around Courtney, holding her tight. Courtney let out a small noise of agreement, burying her face against Vixen’s neck, breath warm on her collarbone.

“Have I ever told you how much I love this scent?” she asked.

“Oh yeah? You’re into shea butter?”

“Yeah.” Courtney lifted her head, eyes glittering in the dark. “Every time I smell it, I get all…” She grinned, biting her lip.

“Wow.”

“What?” Courtney asked.

“It just never occurred to me until this second that everyone’s mom doesn’t smell like shea butter.”

Courtney burst out laughing.

“Please don’t hit on my mom tomorrow,” Vixen said somberly. “She’s going to smell very irresistible.”

“I’ll do my best,” Courtney giggled, tickling her in the side, making her squeal. “You’re so cute.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh. I love you so much.” Courtney ran a thumb along her bottom lip.

Vixen smiled up at her, enjoying the warmth of her body pressing down.

“I love you, too,” she said, eyes falling closed to accept Courtney’s soft, gentle kiss, hands sliding down her torso, showering her with affection.

***

Vixen was strangely calm about introducing Courtney to her family. She supposed that she should have been nervous--after all, she hadn’t brought a girl home since high school, and that was, of course, an entirely different situation. But it just somehow felt natural with Courtney.

And to her relief, no one acted weird about Courtney being famous. In fact, they put her to work in the kitchen right away, first chopping garlic and then shelling beans. It wasn’t until her cousin showed up that anyone even said anything about Courtney’s career.

Amanda, her cousin’s ten-year-old daughter, stepped inside the kitchen and let out the most blood-curdling scream Vixen had ever heard, then burst into tears.

“You okay, Mandy?” Vixen asked.

“It’s…” Amanda lifted a shaking hand to point at Courtney. “It’s P-princess Luuuucie...”

As she dissolved into fresh tears, Courtney got up and made her way towards the little girl tentatively.

“Hey there, I’m Courtney. Can I give you a hug, sweetie?”

Amanda nodded, tears still rolling down her cheeks as Courtney knelt down, giving her a big hug.

“Thank you. I’m so glad you’re here! Want to help us shell the rest of these beans?” Courtney gestured to the table.

“They’re making you shell beans?!” Amanda exclaimed, horrified. She whirled around to look at Vixen’s mother, her great aunt, yelling, “She’s a princess!”

“Okay, Mandy, that’s enough. Go wash your face, and then say hi to Grammy, and then think about acting right before you come back in here.” Her mother set a couple of bags of groceries on the kitchen table, greeting her relatives with hugs and kisses, completely unfazed by her daughter’s meltdown.

“But, mama-”

“I said go!” she exclaimed, then turned to Courtney as Amanda slunk out of the room, saying, “I’m sorry about that.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” Courtney shrugged. She seemed quite unbothered by the whole scene as well, which made Vixen laugh.

“Does that happen a lot?” Vixen asked incredulously. She couldn’t imagine walking around causing children to spontaneously scream and cry.

“Kinda, yeah,” Courtney admitted. “Kids love me.”

“That must be so weird.” Vixen tossed a few beans into the bowl and picked up a new pod.  

“It was at first. But like...I think the really weird part is that it’s not weird anymore? That’s when you know you’ve become especially disconnected from reality. Like, my friend’s daughter being utterly distraught that I spoke English, since she’d only seen the French dub-”

“Wait,” Vixen interrupted. “You have French friends?”

“Oh, uh...not really?” Courtney said.

“Let her finish her damn story!” Vixen’s mom said.

“Fine, fine, go ahead.”

“Well...she was really upset, but then I said three words in French and the poor baby lost her absolute shit, and then 10 seconds later we were BFFs. Oh! And later that day, another little girl fainted in the lobby of the hotel when she saw me. Normal Tuesday.” Courtney shrugged. “What can I say, my life is strange.”  

“Hmm...well, if you ever need me to knock you down a few pegs…” Vixen offered sweetly, kicking her under the table.

“Awww, you’re so generous…”

“Endlessly giving,” her mom echoed from the sink, and the whole group burst out laughing some more.

***

Courtney sighed, climbing under the covers. It had been a long, fun day, but she was exhausted. Even though Vixen’s family was lovely and welcoming, it took a lot of energy just to be that “on” for so many hours, doing her best to make a good impression and not say any ignorant shit that would make them hate her.

She knew that she was being a little paranoid. (After all, if she survived Bianca’s family, she could survive anything.) But nonetheless, she’d felt a strong pressure, knowing how close Vixen was with her family and how important their opinions were to her.

Vixen settled in beside her, allowing Courtney to wrap her arms around her from behind, lips pressed to the back of her neck.

“Mmm…” Courtney sighed happily. “Can I just say that I love how you can be the big spoon or the little spoon?”

Vixen let out a sleepy chuckle, saying, “You know that spoons only nest if they’re the same size, right? There really shouldn’t be a big spoon or a little spoon. Just...spoons.”

When Courtney was silent for a few long moments, Vixen turned her head to look at her.  

“You okay?”

“Yeah I just...my mind is totally blown.” Courtney shook her head, stunned, and Vixen giggled.  

“Okay.”

“Seriously! That’s...the best metaphor. You should write a book.”

“I did write a book,” Vixen reminded her.

“Another book. About relationships. ‘Just Be Spoons.’ It’s fucking brilliant!” she enthused.

“Maybe let’s see if we make it through the holidays first.” Vixen kissed her forehead before turning back around and settling against the pillow.  

“Fair enough,” Courtney laughed.

***

“Keep your eyes closed,” Courtney insisted, guiding Vixen through her house. She’d just arrived in LA, and after mauling her in the doorway for a few minutes, Courtney began to chatter excitedly about a “surprise” that she just couldn’t wait to show off. “Are they closed?”  

“Yes, ma’am,” Vixen promised, making Courtney giggle. Knowing her, the surprise could be anything...a new plant, tickets to a concert, a romantic dinner...Vixen didn’t think she was super into jewelry, but she allowed herself a brief fantasy of something extravagant that she could wear with a little black dress.  

“Okay.” Courtney’s hands left her shoulders and settled on her waist. “You can open them.”

Vixen opened her eyes, and for a moment she wasn’t quite sure what she was looking at. They were in a room off the kitchen that Courtney used for yoga, as an office, and, when necessary, a spare guest room. The last time she was here, the door had been closed, so she assumed that Courtney was in the middle of some elaborate project.

Turns out, she was right, because the room was now a gorgeously decorated office, with floor to ceiling bookshelves on almost every wall, a beautiful desk in the corner, an overstuffed sofa and two comfy chairs.

“The furniture is all made of reclaimed wood. And the upholstery is covered with ethically sourced textiles,” Courtney explained proudly. “Do you like it?”

“It’s really nice,” Vixen told her, looking around. The big picture window had a cozy seat and a beautiful view of the city, and the graphic prints on the upholstery and rugs would have looked at home in her own apartment. “Maybe sometimes you’ll let me use it, too.”

“What?” Courtney’s brow furrowed.

“You know, when I’m here, maybe I can...share the space. If that’s okay.”

“No, baby, you don’t understand.” Courtney laughed, pulling Vixen in by the hand. “It’s all yours.”

Vixen’s brain short-circuited for a moment, blinking at Courtney as if she was speaking an as yet unknown language. Finally, after a few moments of disbelief, she managed to squeak out, “Mine?”

“Mmhmm. I know you need a place to write, and I figured that having a private space while you’re here would just...make things easier for you.”

“I…” Vixen was overwhelmed. In spite of her brief fantasy about jewelry, she was wholly unprepared for an entire room. How was this her real life? “I don’t know what to say. It’s...it’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” Courtney said, wrapping her into an embrace. “And we can change stuff if there’s anything you don’t like. I just thought it would be better to get it started, so that-”

“It’s perfect. Thank you. I’m sorry, I’m really overwhelmed. I mean...it’s a whole room of your house.”

“Our house,” Courtney said softly. “I know you’re only gonna be here part time, at first, but…”

Vixen nodded, throat suddenly feeling dry and itchy. Her eyes misted over, Courtney’s face becoming blurry as tears clouded her vision.

“Shit.”  

Courtney cradled her cheeks, standing on her tiptoes to press their foreheads together.

“I love you, baby…” she whispered.

***

“So, what do you think?” Courtney asked. When Vixen had come out of the restroom, she was posed on the bed in her harness and a brand-new strap - this one neon green, textured and curvy.

“Uhh...it’s bigger than the other one.”

“Too big?” Courtney asked, a saucy glint in her eye.

Vixen felt her cheeks grow hotter under Courtney’s knowing smirk, shaking her head.

“I’ll manage.”

Courtney grinned, patting the spot on the bed beside her. “Come show me.”  

Vixen tilted her head coquettishly and crawled onto the bed. She was wearing a Sydney Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras tank top, borrowed from Courtney, and a pair of turquoise panties. Even though she knew that she looked cute as fuck, the way her girlfriend eyed her up and down definitely confirmed it.

Courtney wasted no time, flipping her onto her back and hovering above her before dipping her head for a deep, intense kiss. Tingles went up Vixen’s spine as Courtney’s fingers danced up her thigh, slipping under her tank top. Vixen’s arms went soft and pliant, allowing her to pull off her top, a hand sliding over her breast, thumb circling her hardened nipple.

Soft, loving kisses blanketed her neck and chest, making her weak and slightly dizzy. And the more she whimpered, curling her fingers into Courtney’s hair, the more it encouraged her. She caressed every inch of her torso, hot mouth traveling over her skin, tongue circling her nipples.

It wasn’t long before Vixen was swooning under her careful attention, body aching with need. Especially when Courtney began to gently ease her panties down, trailing just the tips of her fingers over her trembling thighs. She reached blindly for the nightstand, groping for the bottle of lube and nearly knocking it over in the process. The bottle itself was a bit slippery, and Vixen pressed it into Courtney’s hand with a soft whine.

Courtney took the bottle, but continued to worship her at a leisurely pace, teeth grazing the most sensitive parts of her inner thighs.

Vixen whimpered, arching up, and was rewarded with a playful bite.

“Please,” she whined breathlessly, long legs wrapping around Courtney’s shoulders.

Courtney nuzzled against her thigh as she finally opened the lube, pouring it onto her fingers. Vixen closed her eyes. Letting Courtney prep her was still pretty new, and even though she felt a little funny about it, she couldn’t deny how deeply cared for she felt when Courtney pushed a finger inside her, her other hand wrapped around her waist, lips placing a gentle kiss against her hip. She breathed in slowly, trying to relax her muscles as a second finger joined, twisting in a way that made her gasp with pleasure.

“Are you okay, baby?” Courtney murmured against her, and she opened her eyes, nodding.

“Yeah, that’s good.”

Courtney withdrew her fingers slowly, leaving Vixen feeling empty and desperate. She pulled Courtney close, nails raking down her back to her ass.

“Gimme the lube,” she whispered, and Courtney poured a generous amount into her hand. Vixen reached down, coating the dildo, running her hand up and down the velvety curves as Courtney continued to kiss her.

Courtney hovered above her, brushing their lips together gently and then sucking on her lower lip. Vixen drew her knees up and back, goosebumps breaking out all over her arms as legs as she shivered with anticipation.

“Are you ready?” Courtney teased, nibbling down her jaw.

“Yes, yes!” Vixen declared, nails digging into her ass, trying to pull her closer.

“You’re so beautiful…”

“Omigod, just fuck me!”

Courtney laughed, face tucked into Vixen’s neck as she said, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Sorry,” Vixen breathed, letting out a deep sigh as Courtney pushed inside her.

“Don’t be sorry,” Courtney said, “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

“Yeah?” Vixen asked, rolling her hips.

“Uh huh.” Courtney gripped her hips, thrusting against her, deep and slow. “So tell me...is this good?”

“Harder,” Vixen whimpered, body arched up, eyes falling closed. Courtney began pumping harder, faster, and then a mouth found her nipple, sucking hard, and she let out a strangled moan. “Oh god, yes…”

Courtney pressed her body forward, trapping Vixen’s dick between them, rubbing against their stomachs. Her tits brushed against Vixen’s own with every thrust, every inch of Vixen’s skin tingling with the contact. Her legs wrapped tighter and tighter around Courtney’s waist until her whole body was as tense as a coiled spring.

“Are you close, baby?” Courtney asked, reached down to circle the head of her dick with her thumb.

“Uh huh. Uh huh…” Vixen was so close, she found herself unable to speak, body in overdrive as she plunged off the cliff and dove head-first into the waves of pleasure. “Oh god.”

Courtney licked up her throat, hips continuing to pound, slow and deep, until Vixen collapsed backwards, limbs falling limply onto the mattress.

“I love you so much,” Courtney whispered, kissing her so softly that Vixen felt like she was made of glass.

Vixen let out a soft, gratified sigh as Courtney pulled out, enjoying that feeling of being sated and spent. Her eyes fluttered open to look at Courtney’s face, the sweet and slightly smug smile as she gazed down.

“So, did you like the new dick?” Courtney asked, winding one of Vixen’s curls around her finger.

“Mmm…” Vixen nodded sleepily, letting Courtney wrap her into an embrace, cocooning them into the warm blankets.

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Viva la mamma! (Lyon, 2017): Reactions, Part I

Five words: Laurent Naouri as Stage Mom. Do you really need anything else?

so...I guess this is an opera house renovated into a parking garage???

edit: ugh I HATE silent intros

omg that outfit is so chic

and the mezzo is wearing a suit and a mustache!

‘what?’

‘you’re supposed to come in here put down your stupid magazine and join the rehearsal’

(aka this is actual footage of rehearsals for school musicals except instead of magazines it’s cell phones)

let it be known that I love Patrizia Ciofi *heart eyes*

this has big ‘go ask your mother’ energy

here’s an idea: take your naps and baths LATER

THERE’S THE STAGE MAMA

yes TREMBLE in Laurent Naouri’s presence

CHAIR SNATCH

‘honey nobody cares about your problems’

‘I recoiled when you gave me this banana but actually I’m quite enjoying it’

‘and now while you’re being super-over-the-top about me, I’m gonna pretend you don’t exist’

watch out for the flying scores

they’re both so great

ah the sweet sound of a car alarm going off

poor guy having to deal with all this craziness

this is beautiful

you okay there?

OOF

okay that was cool ngl

calling in the big guns

they’re all so fantastic

[chicmamala]

Anne Stedman (Me!) On A Now United Episode