#combien de temps

[sloubs]

inner thoughts

[a-room-of-my-own]

Et un prof assassiné de plus.

J’espère qu’on va vite arrêter de juste nous proposer des minutes de silence parce que j’en ai ras le bol.

[moinsbienquekaworu]

I'm going to Give The Fuck Up

[luma-az]

Le vortex

Défi d’écriture 30 jours pour écrire, 13 août 

Thème : tourbillons/la lumière sous la porte

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Le mage récite l’incantation, lentement, avec le soin extrême que sa profession réserve aux mots de pouvoir. Et ça marche. Un tourbillon commence à se former devant lui, d’un bleu lumineux qui semble tout sauf naturel, et qui s’agrandit à chaque mot – rapidement rejoint par un autre tourbillon, à l’intérieur, tournant en sens contraire, d’une lumière plus verte. Viennent ensuite deux tourbillons perpendiculaires aux deux premiers et de couleurs différentes, donnant une forme de sphère au sort, puis d’autres, de plus en plus, dans tous les sens, de toutes les couleurs, qui s’entourent et s’entremêlent sans jamais se couper la route. Le spectacle est à la fois à couper le souffle et à donner mal au coeur. Ça tangue fort, mais sans bouger.

Pendant que le paladin se détourne pour vomir son déjeuner – la barbare se moque de lui, évidemment – le mage termine son incantation. Reprennant sa voix normale, il dit d’un ton beaucoup trop joyeux :

« Parfait ! Il a l’air stable, on peut y aller !

— Attend, demande la barde qui le connaît bien. Comment ça, il y a « l’air » stable ? Il est stable ou il est pas stable ?

— Il est stable, ne t’en fais pas.

— Tu es sûr ? Comment tu peux voir ça ?

— Ecoute, c’est comme quand tu vois de la lumière sous la porte et que tu en déduis que de l’autre coté de la porte, la pièce est éclairée. Les tourbillons tourbillonnent impeccablement, donc il est forcément stable. Sinon ils se rentreraient dedans.

— Mais tu ne veux pas le tester d’abord ? On pourrait invoquer un petit animal et voir ce que ça donne.

— On n’a pas le temps ! Ce vortex ne va pas rester ouvert mille ans, et j’ai mis des plombes pour mettre la main sur cette formule ! Allez, viens !

La barde regarde rapidement le reste de l’équipe. Ils sont prêts, leur équipement à la main, et ne se posent pas plus de questions que ça.

— Bon, ok, ok…

Le mage lui fait un grand sourire de victoire, aussi elle ajoute :

— Mais tu passes en premier. »

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[flashbic]

On se rappellera de 2023 comme de l'année où mon cerveau a tellement dérapé que j'ai accidentellement débloqué la capacité de faire de la BD???? Et retrouvé la capacité d'écrire???

[juuuuunaaaaaooooo]

Ahahaha look at him!!!He is so dramatic^^ (I love him so much, this idiot)

[wolfsnape]

Rester au taff jusqu'à 20h et les collègues de fr qui te disent "mais qu'est-ce que tu fous encore là ???" Ben je compte vos séries de lettres parce que vous avez aucune notion de gestion et j'en ai marre que ce soit constamment le bordel dans ma réserve les loulous :)

[culturefrancaise]

There is no fairness in terrorism.

Despite it all, we keep on living.

I’ve been quite out of it these past couple of days but now I feel more like myself and I need to put everything down. So here it goes, The Paris Attacks. How I lived that night and the day(s) that followed.

I live in Paris. I woke up on Friday the 13th feeling good and actually happy. It was World’s Kindness Day and I had had one of the best nights of my life. I spent the day on a cloud, being carefree and giggling like a 13 year old.

I was supposed to meet a friend at a theater at 8pm, but he ran a bit late and we couldn’t get tickets. The theater was over-crowded. We got tickets for the 9pm showing instead, and went to grab a beer. We sat outside, and talked, laughed, reinvented the world for an hour. Then we went back to the theater. Sat down. Turned our phones off.

45 minutes into the movie, I saw people suddenly getting up, almost running out of the room, their phones glued to their ears. I thought “c’mon, the movie is pretty shitty, but you paid 10€ to see it, the fuck are you doing leaving not even half way through it?!”. Waited 10 more minutes. More people were getting up, phone clutched in hand. I started having a bad feeling.

So I turned my phone on. It blew up with notifications. Missed calls, texts, voice mails, you have it. I quickly scrolled through them.

“why aren’t you picking up your fucking phone??? WHERE ARE YOU?”.

“tell me you’re safe at home”

“Tell me you’re not anywhere near the shootings??????”

“Wherever you are, DON’T MOVE”

“Just tell me that you’re okay I don’t know where you are!”

“I’m feeling scared, can I call you?”

“PICK UP THE PHONE”

“Hun there’s been several attacks, I know you’re at the theater so don’t get out of there and stay put”

“Your phone goes straight to voice mail, tell me you’re at home please!”

“Bombs and shooting all over Paris, where are you?”

I remember feeling cold, thinking “not again please please please not again” and gripping my friend’s arm. Started reading him some of the messages. The guy on my other side told me to shut up, he couldn’t hear the movie. I looked at the screen and James Bond was blowing shit up, guns being fired all over the screen. I thought “this is unreal”. I tried to look up the news on my phone but I couldn’t get a signal strong enough in the theater.

Then my phone rang. My Mom. I ran out of the room on shaky legs. There were people outside on their phones, running their hands through their hair. I told my Mom I was safe, that nothing was happening where I was, that she could go to bed and that I would let her know when I was home safe.

Truth is, I had no idea what was exactly going on. I didn’t know if I could even get home. I don’t remember hanging up but I remember shaking and having difficulties breathing. Not being able to type properly to answer my friends’ texts. I think there was an announcement at some point in the theater, telling us that it was safer to stay inside  than trying to go home. I remember the fear, the worry, the distress, the not-quite panic, not yet. All we knew is that they were targeting public places and that we were in one of the biggest cinemas in Paris, full of people.

After a while we got outside. We just wanted to get behind closed doors. Our closed doors. There were rumors that there was a shooting going on in Les Halles and another one on the Trocadero. I live on the Troca and had to go through Les Halles to get there. I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t get to my safe place.

My friend told me we would get to his place, which was closer, and stay there for the night. We took the metro, which was miraculously still running. It was so empty. There was a woman, who looked completely haggard. 3 young men, joking and shoving at each other “DUUUUDE we were near the Bataclan just earlier, it so could’ve been us, maaaan”.

We got out of the metro and ran. There were people yelling at us from their windows. Telling us to get inside, asking if we had somewhere to go, shouting the code of their buildings. There were sirens screaming through the night, flashing blue lights speeding near us in a blur. I more or less remember calling my best friend, telling her I was okay, thanking whoever might be listening that she lived far far away from Paris. I got a notification from Facebook asking me if I was safe. I remember laughing. The kind of nervous laugh that takes you by surprise. No, I don’t know, am I? I’m still on the streets, where are they?

We finally got to my friend’s place and we collapsed in each other’s arms. He turned on the TV and that’s when we really realized. The anchor man was saying that the president had spoken earlier, that the state of emergency had been declared. What does that even mean? Hadn’t the last state of emergency been declared during the Algerian War? War is such a scary word.

I started shooting texts to friends I hadn’t heard of yet. Called my Mom again. Another friend who was home and scared. Before I knew it, my phone died on me. I had no way to contact the couple of friends who hadn’t replied yet. The one who lives near the Bataclan. The girl from my class who was celebrating her 25th birthday in a bar in the 10th arrondissement. I later learned that she spent 2 hours face down on the floor, in silence and in the dark, waiting for the all clear.

So we watched the news and waited. Waited for the assault on the Bataclan to be over. Waited for the sirens outside to stop – they didn’t. When nothing could be done anymore besides watching the number of the dead go up and up and up, we curled up on te couch with a blanket and watched a movie. The Empire Strikes Back. Something we knew and loved. I guess I fell asleep at some point, thinking that I couldn’t fathom how my day could have started so well and ended so wrong.

I woke up on Saturday morning and switched the TV on again. Watched it in a near catatonic state for hours. It was always the same thing. The same videos. The same arguments. Only the death toll was changing.

Around noon I decided to go home, if only to get my charger for my phone. The streets were eerily quiet. I saw heavily armed cops walking around. I saw a child running around and playing with a small dog on a playground. It made me smile. Life was still going.

I sat in front of a lady in the metro. She nodded at me and asked if I was okay. We usually don’t do that. We usually avoid everyone’s gaze in the metro. But it felt good. She gave me strength.

Outside, the streets were still empty. I had never seen the Trocadero and the areas surrounding the Eiffel Tower so deserted. I hurried home, shut the door behind me and cried. My safe place, fucking finally.

I got online. Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr. I saw so much support, I saw how much help was being offered, how much empathy. People all over the world sending well wishes. Images of Parisians queuing to give their blood, being sent home because the banks were already full. The hashtag #VoyageAvecMoi going strong, for POC and Muslims who were scared of taking public transports alone. It helped so much. It gave me hope, and it made me proud.

But I also saw stuff like “well now white people know what it feels like!” “French people should be ashamed! Look at all the support thrown their way when nobody is talking about Beirut/Baghdad/Japan/You name it!” “Don’t #Pray/StandForParis, #Pray/StandForTheWorld! Paris had it better than others!”

Do you have you any idea what it feels like to read this? I should be ashamed? I had it better? I’m white so it’s a sort of righteous retribution? Do those people not realize what they are saying? Is it my fault how the media responded? I’m generally-speaking all for #StandForTheWorld. We all should thrive towards peace for every single person on this planet. But right now, that night, #StandForParis was the #BlackLivesMatter of #AllLivesMatter. That night, that terrible, horrifying night, all we could think of was ourselves. And that’s not selfishness. That’s what terror does to you. Seeing #StandForParis meant that we, Parisians, were not alone. That people cared about us, about our city, about our home. Yes, Paris is mostly a white city, in a rich country, but how does that make the people living there monsters whose pain should be undermined? There is no fairness in terrorism.

We didn’t ask for any of this. Innocent people were killed. In January, they attacked a symbol. It hurt, it did. It hurt our values, what France stands for. But it didn’t feel the same. On Friday, they attacked us. The people. People who were enjoying themselves, going to a football game, to a concert, on a date, eating at a restaurant, drinking a beer, celebrating their fucking birthdays. Carefree, utterly innocent people. It could have been me. I was outside at a bar that evening, I was in a very public space, I was just like those people who died for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Of course I feel more strongly for what’s happening just where I live. But don’t tell me I should be ashamed of myself for embracing the support thrown my way. I didn’t ask for the attacks, I didn’t ask for the support, but I still got both. I, a 23 year old student, didn’t ask officials over the world to light up their most famous buildings with the colors of the French flag. But they did. And I’m thankful. Does that mean that I don’t care about what’s happening elsewhere? No. Does that mean that I don’t feel like the international response is way more overwhelming for France than it is and has been for other countries? No. Does this prove once again that geopolitics govern the world? Yeah. Is it unfair that 130 dead in Paris makes a lot more noise than 400 in Syria or Irak? Yes. But is it right to dismiss French people’s grief and spit at us for being thankful? Definitely not. Let us mourn, let us grieve. Let us bury our dead. There will be time later for analysis.

We’re scared. Some claim they aren’t. Good for them, I’m impressed. I know I will be for a while. Not being scared after that night is unthinkable for me. It doesn’t make me a coward. I might be scared, but I’m not going to stop living. I’ll still go out with my friends. I’ll still take walks along the river Seine banks and I’ll still bitch about twisting my ankles on the cobblestones. I’ll still get excited about the smell of chocolate croissants and complain about the price. I’ll still look at the Eiffel Tower at night and think “ Ça a quand même de la gueule.” Paris is still beautiful, and I’m still alive.

FLUCTUAT NEC MERGITUR

[energiologue]

CRÉER VOTRE RÉALITÉ OU ACCEPTER ET ABANDONNER ?

. . VOUS POUVEZ ENTENDRE CE TEXTE EN CLIQUANT SUR LE LIEN CI-DESSUS . Nous sommes témoins de tant de choses qui se passent sur Terre et avec vous tous en tant qu’individus, et nous sommes toujours ravis de vous voir grandir à travers vos expériences. Vous avez ces vies que vous vivez et dont vous cherchez souvent à prendre le contrôle par le biais d’une variété de stratégies et de techniques.…

[lolochaponnay]

A son retour de son rdv avec son gynécologues une jeune femme blonde parle avec son père qui lui demande: -Le médecin t'a t'il dit de combien de temps tu es enceinte? -Oui 1 mois et 10 jours très exactement -Et bien c'est précis et qui est le père? -Ahhh ça par contre, il ne me l'a pas dit!

[a-room-of-my-own]

Si on avait besoin d’une démonstration en temps réel de comment fonctionne le négationnisme, on l’a.

[bookinette]

[diari0deglierrori]

Ça va?

Ça va*

*en pleine crise existentielle et identitaire comme jamais auparavant (ce qui en dit long)

[coquelicoq]

mais?? tes aventures contre les forces étéorologiques sont Terrifiantes???? n'y a-t-il donc pas la moindre trace de peur dans ton âme, qu'est-ce que t'as fait de ton instinct de survie, like!!

et naaaaan tkt nous ça va tranquille, on a l'habitude des cyclones ici lol. On a les infrastructures pour, et même culturellement on sait comment s'y préparer; c'est un truc qu'on prend au sérieux quand même, mais concrètement personne devrait être activement en danger.

Mais j'avoue c'est la première fois de mon vivant qu'on est directement frappé par l'œuil du cyclone, which, ngl en vrai je trouve que n'empêche, ça en jette quand même, non? très Pas Bien! va forcément y avoir masse de dégâts matériels.

but yeah, we're all safe. une alerte rouge ça s'ignore pas, we very much keep our asses at home. pour l'instant on a eu aucune coupure ni d'eau ni d'elelectricité so we're all good inside; et dehors les les rafales de 200+km/h ont vrrraiment pas l'air avenantes lol.

et puis d'ailleurs on n'est plus en alerte rouge! parce que c'est pire MDR. pour la première fois de notre histoire on est passés en alerte violette : confinement pour tout le monde tout le monde, plus d'exemptions. ni pour les journalistes, ni pour les premiers secours, shit is Real real.

AND STILL, je trouve que t'as l'air de t'être embarqué dans des galères météorologiques vachement pires et vachement plus dangereuses 😭

désolé du déballage de vie que t'avais absolument pas demandé, et merci de m'avoir donné une occasion de le faire ici en anon sans que je me doxxx lolol

have a good star war? 😘

plus tu me dis, plus je m'inquiète vraiment !! une alerte violette, ce ne peut être bonne, ça ! mais qu'il n'y a pas de coupure me soulage un peu. et si vous en avez l'habitude (et l'infrastructure), d'autant mieux. on a bien fermé tout aux environs de la maison, j'imagine !

un des problèmes ici est qu'on est pas habitué à la neige ou même au froid...l'infrastructure nécessaire nous manquent beaucoup. les gens perdent l'électricité à cause du vent, puis le chauffage ne marche plus parce qu'il n'y a pas d'électricité, puis les tuyaux gèlent parce qu'il n'y a pas de chauffage. à ce moment au moins on peut toujours conduire pcq les routes n'ont pas gelé, mais malheureusement les météorologues nous ont avertis d'une tempête de glace possible pour demain, ce qui tout compliquerait bien sûr. on parle toujours de la Great Ice Storm of 1996 pendant laquelle on était sans courant et ne pouvait pas sortir pour une semaine ou plus (je me souviens d'un peu de ça, j'étais petite à l'époque)...donc c'est la glace qui m'inquiète le plus ici.

jusqu'ici j'ai eu du cul en fait, pcq j'ai perdu l'électricité pendant une tempête moins grave la semaine passée qui a coupé le courant à moins de gens, donc on a pu le réparer plus vite (tandis que les gens sans électricité ce week-end ont dû attendre parce qu'ils ont été au nombre de 160k à un moment !). immédiatement après que l'électricité soit restaurée, mon chauffage a déraillé...mais c'est le même, on l'a réparé relativement vite pcq la demande était encore baisse. j'espère fort que je ne perds rien cette semaine ! j'ai l'intention de rester chez moi autant que possible.

[maitre-marabout-fagnon-dagbe]

RITUEL DU CADENAS MAGIQUE D'AMOUR POUR ATTACHER SON PARTENAIRE

Un puissant rituel de magie blanche pour évoquer l’amour bloquant un cadenas pour charmer un homme ou une femme pour l’empêcher de partir.Vous doutez de votre relation avec votre partenaire car votre proche peut vous dire sans prévenir qu’il ne veut plus de cette relation. Alors maintenant, il est temps pour vous de l’arrêter avec un puissant rituel de cadenas pour qu’il ne vous quitte pas et ne…

[cinemajoeposts]

la VENGEANCE est un plat