#conferencier

[captainaudace]

🤔 Les bonnes résolutions 😬 💡Alors là, c'est un sujet sur lequel bon nombre regrettent déjà de m'entraîner 😅 mais a un point 😥 ➡️ Selon moi les bonnes résolutions représentent une promesse que l'on fait en l'air pour se donner bonne conscience sachant pertinemment qu'on ne la tiendra pas.❌🙅 🗣️ Lorsque ça arrive, on se rassure en se disant : "j'ai essayé". 🤔 Mais as-tu vraiment fait de ton mieux ? As-tu essayé de dépasser tes limites pour atteindre ton objectif ❓ Je vais vous le dire, la réponse est NON ❗❌ "Mathieu, tu abuses ❗" Et en quoi ❓ En quoi est-ce mal de remettre en cause l'ordre des choses ? L'ordre établi ❓De bousculer les conventions ❓ Les règles ❓ 🎤 Ce matin, on m'a fait une réflexion lorsque j'ai mis en lumière les personnes qui ont cette tendance à se polir le phallus avec leur rétrospective 🤔🎬 (Beaucoup plus que je pensais se sont sentis bises d'ailleurs 🤣) 🦸‍♂️Lorsque l'on est un professionnel passionné et engagé, on n'a pas besoin de mettre en lumière ce qui a été fait, on fait simplement ❗ C'est ainsi qu'on incarne son message (pour un conférencier par exemple) 🔥Alors arrêtez de regarder en arrière et tournez vous vers l'horizon, plein gaz ❗ Votre succès personnel est au bout de la route 🦸‍♂️✨ 🗣️Tenez vos engagements envers vous-même et vous verrez, vous atteindrez des endroits inaccessibles jusqu'alors.✅ 🎤Bonne et heureuse année 2023 à tous et à toutes. 🎁✨ #2023 #bonneannée #bonneannée2023 #mathieuboinet #audace #captainaudace #bold #boldness #audacity #motivation #motivationalquotes #motivationalspeaker #conference #conferencier #management #engagement #depassementdesoi #seminaire #entreprise #convention #motivationfrance (à Mercure Paris CDG Airport et Convention) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm1ZJGQoBYb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[fuwurina]

"This meter is being too generous. Though I believe a 'waifu' is unfit of a title to me."

"I-I am? I'm not sure if I'm really fit as a 'waifu'."

"3%?! How daaaare you think lowly of me, you stupid meter!"

[mrskokushibo]

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, Smut, Sex, 18+.

Plot: Your friends take you out for a girls' night to watch an MMA fight, where one of the fighters, Ryomen Sukuna, is a notorious hottie. Will this be the night you finally meet the man who will truly rock the foundations of your world?

Cover artwork by the amazing @innaillus 🙏❤️

Masterlist

The sound in the arena was getting louder as more people were streaming in, filling up the stands. You were looking around curious, taking in all the impressions. It was your very first time attending a fight of any kind, let alone an MMA one. You knew what it was all about as you saw it on TV, but being at the venue in person was an entirely different experience. The booming base of peppy rock music was blending with the chatter of people and an occasional announcement from the conferencier.

Your seats were in the VIP section just next to the ring. Your bestie, Bec, organised this for you all as a treat, a girls’ night out, away from your crappy love lives and mundane jobs. She slept around a lot and seemed to have connections anywhere and everywhere. You often joked, that somehow, she would be the one to land some rich dude eventually. You wished you were this open, but you always seemed to attract assholes, so you almost gave up on dating actively.

You were also the quieter one in your friend group and, just like now, you sat on the edge of the action, taking in all the impression in silence. You enjoyed being around people as long, as they let you be you. And that is why you were so close to your friends. They accepted you exactly the way you were.

Your drinks arrived and you were now sitting and sipping on a beer and snacking on some hot chips. You were facing the ring and were studying it closely. You have seen boxing rings before, but this one was different. It had a cage around it. This made you think a little as to how violent was the fighting if the fighters needed to be caged in like this.

‘Excited?’

You were interrupted by Bec, who was now leaning over the others to be able to make herself heard over the surrounding commotion.

You nodded with your mouth full of chips and beer.

‘You know…’ She leaned in a little closer to you.

‘One of the fighters is supposedly an official hottie. I saw pictures of him and damn, girl. I would fuck him even if I was on my deathbed.’

Well, you could easily imagine Bec doing something like that and you chuckled. A dirty mind in such a kind and smart person. She was the most accomplished of your friend group. A corporate lawyer, spending a lot of time working pro bono helping underprivileged clients. She, on the other hand, always called you a superhero. That is what she thought nurses were. And you did work in a huge, busy, public hospital, trying to make the stay more bearable for your patients. Who, by the way, always got very attached to you, probably due to your kind and caring nature?

‘We will see if I think the same as you. He might not be my type.’

You grinned and winked at Bec, who immediately shook her head while swallowing her drink.

‘Oh, but no, my dear. Trust me on this one. Since you have a pussy, you will get attracted to him. Instant squirt. I’m telling ya.’

She grinned in her typical mischievous manner while you were shaking your head at her over-sexualized tirade.

She was just about to say something more, but the lights went out for a moment and the conferencier began to welcome the audience, announcing the imminent start of the fight.

‘First out. The king of knockouts, the one and only, Ryomen Sukuna.’

As the name was announced the crowd went wild, lights turned blood red and music went from upbeat rock to very loud heavy metal. In the corner of your eye, you could make out the contour of Bec making the ‘thumbs up’ gesture in your direction.

When he entered the ring, you automatically realised what Bec was talking about. This man was … perfect. Everything about him screamed ‘sex’. A strong, perfectly toned body, spiked pink-dyed hair with a natural black undercut. His eyes were those of a large predator, slightly narrow and with a confident and playful look. His face was handsome and masculine and had a friendly look to it. And then there were the tattoos. Black, symmetrical markings on his face and chest and black bands on his wrists, biceps, thighs, and ankles. He reminded you of a powerful and wild tiger. You were in a state of awe and yes, Bec was right, you were getting a little aroused.

He was strutting around the ring, exuding pure confidence, and blowing sweet kisses, waving, and winking to the audience. All smiles and joy, this was someone obviously not to mess with in a ring.

The conferencier announced the entry of the second fighter, but you barely paid attention to him, being so focused on Sukuna. Very soon, the lights in the arena were switched to full power again and the match began with the ring of a bell.

It was like watching a brutal dance, the fighters moving swiftly and with amazing agility. You could only imagine the force behind the blows they were dealing each other as you were watching their powerful muscles flex and bodies break out in a sweat, which made their skin glisten in the strong arena lights.

The game paused for a moment after Sukuna dealt a scary-sounding blow to his opponent. You could almost hear the creaking of bones and tendons as the man’s back hit the cage right in front of you. The man was not knocked out, but his team was tending to his bloodied face, cleaning him up for continued fighting.

And that is when it happened. Sukuna was leaning leisurely in his corner of the ring, rolling his head in a stretch, and looking around at the audience as if he was sitting in a bar doing some people-watching instead of being in the middle of a fight. His eyes were moving around the perimeter and when they reached you, his head stopped and he smiled and winked in your direction. You froze but also felt a few butterflies rise to flight inside your belly, causing the waterworks between your legs to go into a state of high flow. Bec saw what happened and was now doing a double ‘thumbs up’ in your direction.

Soon, the ring rang again and the fight continued. But not for long, as Sukuna’s now completely exhausted opponent was slammed into the cage once again, but this time, he remained laying down on the floor of the ring. The audience was in absolute uproar, chanting ‘Ry-o-men, Ry-o-men’ and ‘Hail Thy King’ almost in unison. The referee began the count over the fallen fighter, but he did not get up. A clean knockout. The ref walked up to Sukuna, grabbed his hand, and raising it in a sign of victory, screaming out into the microphone: ‘Ryomen Sukuna wins by knockout.’ The crowd went even louder and the noise was now almost deafening. But as the fighters left the ring, the crowd settled down and it was all finished just as quickly as it began.

You felt a little tricked by the speed of it all. It would have been great to watch the sexy Ryomen for a while longer. But, oh well, all good things come to an end.

The crowd began its exodus out of the arena and soon enough, the city air hit you in the face with its’ smog and smells. Your group headed off to the nearby nightclub, Bec holding you under your arm, discussing the match and the very sexy Mr Sukuna.

The line to the club moved quickly and a few minutes later you and your friends were occupying a booth in the immediate vicinity of the dance floor. The music was already too loud to have a decent conversation, but you all were so used to losing your voices after a night out that the conversation flowed easily despite the high decibels emitted from the speakers.

The evening went on as usual, with drinks, and complaining about existing, ex-, and potential boyfriends. You danced, drank some more and very soon Bec was being dragged away to the dance floor by some hunk she chatted up at the bar.

It was your turn to get more drinks and honestly, you were promising yourself that this was the last round and then it was straight home for you. But as you were standing in front of the bar, waiting your turn, something caught your attention and changed the course of your evening.

"Well, well, well. Whom do we have here?" The sexy, husky, and playful masculine voice, whose owner you couldn't yet see, momentarily drowned out all other noises, including the deep pumping base of the club.

When you turned around to see who the voice belonged to, you must have really looked startled as the tall guy right in front of you now, smiled and ran his hand through his hair with an apologetic look on his face.

‘Sorry, I did not mean to scare you… Are you alright?’ He touched your shoulder lightly and leaned down to you. ‘I will leave you be if I annoy you.’

Quickly, you regained your composure. The owner of the voice was no one else but the sexy fighter from a couple of hours ago, Ryomen Sukuna. You felt like slapping your own cheek partly to check that you are not dreaming and partly for your stupid and awkward reaction.

‘Yes, yes, of course, I am all right. And…you are anything but annoying.’ You smiled and stretched out your hand to him to make up for the previous lack of social skills.

‘I am (y/n), and you are Ryomen, right?’

‘Yes, that is right. You have a good memory.’ * So…he did notice you at the match…How interesting…*

‘I was just about to grab a drink. Anything you would like?’ You asked him unassumingly. He smiled and shook his head.

‘Shit, I’m the one who should be buying YOU a drink. But ok, go ahead. Whiskey on the rocks for me.’

He followed you to the bar and you both sat down as they were vacant seats right in front of you and might just as well not stand while waiting.

‘With the risk of sounding like a creep. Are you here alone?’

He looked almost a bit embarrassed at having posed such a question, but you quickly eased his mood by telling him all about your girls’ night out. When you pointed and waved to your friends, Bec was not there, but when you scanned the place, you could see her making out with some tall, dark-haired dude at the far end of the dancefloor. Right. God old Bec…

The drinks were put in front of you and you chose to stay where you were. He leaned on his elbow, swirling his drink, his narrowed eyes studying you in silence for a moment. His lips twitched in a small, fluttering smile. His eyes were moving across your figure and you began to feel heat spread in your underbelly.

‘So…is this like the place to relax after your fights?’ You chose to break the silence. ‘And by the way…are you here alone? Asking with the risk of sounding like a creep.’ You chuckled a little.

‘As a matter of fact, I am. Here alone. Well, now at least. My team usually goes out here to celebrate, but everyone needed to get home early. I was also about to leave, but then I spotted you.’

He took a sip and kept on swirling his drink while making small talk about the venue and his training routines. You told him about your work and hobbies. But when you both finished your drinks, he suddenly stood up and stretched out his hand.

‘Come, let’s dance, hm?’

You followed him sheepishly, the music slow enough for a very close-up dance, so obviously in no time at all, you were gently swayed in his embrace. He was wearing tight, black jeans and an equally tight white t-shirt, the expensive type. No jewelry, no watch, the only thing adorning him being the stylish tats and of course his meticulously styled hair. He was very tall, much taller than you and you could rest your head on his chest with ease. You could feel the muscles, he was so warm too, like a furnace. He smelled of bergamot, sandalwood, and myrrh. With your eyes closed you found yourself hugging him tighter and your hips instinctively grinding against his.

You continued like this into the next song, and then to the next, slowly losing track of time, his hands wandering down to your waist and his nose nudging your forehead, to get your mouth’s attention, which very soon led to your lips connecting into a slow kiss. The surge of lust rushing through you pushed you even deeper into his embrace, you wanted to drown in him. And you also wanted him to ask you to go to his place, or your place, or just drag you to a back alley and fuck you senseless. But instead, he pulled away from the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes.

‘It is getting late… You know, as much as I would like to offer you more tonight, I am a bit old-fashioned, so this is as far as we go. But…why don’t you join me for dinner tomorrow?’

You could not say you weren’t disappointed, but whether intentional or not, his move made him essentially irresistible in an instant. Before he walked you over to your friend group, you exchanged numbers and he promised to be in touch in the morning.

Your friends kept quiet when you were saying your goodbyes, but as soon as he left, they all high-fived you. Their booze-fuelled questioning and cheering of your dating success kept on going all the way until the taxi stopped outside of your apartment building and you were finally free to take in what happened earlier tonight. You could barely sleep that night, luckily for you the next day was your day off, so you weren’t all too worried about the perspective of looking like a zombie for your date. If there was to be a date, that is. But as far as sleep went, you would catch up with a nap or two during the day anyway.

You dozed off at around 4 am only to be woken up again by the message ping of your phone at exactly 10 am. With shaking hands, you picked up the heavy rectangular device, and to your surprise and excitement it was from him. There was no hesitation with opening the message, your fingers quickly pressing on the bold unread text. And there it was:

‘Dinner at 6 pm? Just to give you heads up, we are going to (name of one of the best restaurants in town) I will pick you up. Can you give me your address, please?. xoxo / Ryomen’

*Shit, shit, shit.* You had nothing that elegant to wear. The urge to go shopping suddenly became overwhelming and you decided to skip breakfast and instead grab a takeaway coffee on the way, and eat something in town instead, after you shopped. You texted him your address and ventured out.

You hated shopping in panic and of course, just because you were looking, you didn’t find anything to buy. *Nice. So now what?*

You got home disappointed and began rummaging through your closet. Eventually, you settled for your favourite little black dress, heels, and a classic simple Swarovsky-crystal choker. A classic look, even though to you, it was how you saw yourself on nearly every date for the last year. It was too late to do anything about it now. You decided to take a nap and when you woke up, after a quick snack and another coffee, you got ready in your usual not-too-overdone manner. *Alright, this will have to do.*

Before you managed to put your shoes on, your phone pinged again.

‘I’m outside.’

You looked out your window and you could not help but stare at the gorgeous sportscar parked just outside of your gate. Almost running through the hall, you put your heels on and rushed down to meet him. At a closer look, the car was a brilliant black Acura NSX. A rather rare car, but what else would you expect of someone like Sukuna.

As you walked up to the vehicle, the door opened and there he was, nimbly jumping out of the car, walking up to you and embracing you into a kiss.

‘You look amazing.’ He whispered in your ear.

But in your eyes, it was him that looked…amazing. He was wearing a black suit styled casually with an expensive black t-shirt and stylish all-black-leather Vans slip-ons. His hair was immaculately spiked and today he was wearing a whole bunch of piercings in his ears.

When you were done with your greetings, he opened the passenger door for you and as you got seated, he closed the door behind you and then jumped into his seat. He smiled at you before starting the engine. The roar was guttural and the vibrations were hitting your core just as much as the presence of the very charming man next to you. You did not notice your surroundings as all the way to the restaurant you were too focused on his presence and your conversation.

At last, the car slowed down and you arrived at the restaurant located in the middle of the business district. He parked the car just outside of the entrance and gave the keys to the concierge. As he led you in, you were almost taken aback by the interior of the luxurious eatery. It was a Japanese/Western fusion restaurant, with none less than two Michelin stars on its resume. The walls were graphite grey, illuminated by dim lanterns cleverly placed, creating a pattern of shadows cast by the intricate pottery standing on tall, oriental side tables. The kitchen was completely open and located in the middle of the dining room, covered by the branches of a large, heavily pruned Sakura tree.

The tables were placed around the kitchen, allowing the guests a full view of the spectacle the chefs were putting on.

A waiter in traditional Japanese attire led you both to your table and very soon you were enjoying a meal like no other you have ever experienced. Dish after dish, one more exotic than the other was brought out to you, accompanied by vintage wines and sake.

The whole time, the two of you were talking almost non-stop, you were amazed at how well-versed and educated he was. Not what you expected out of someone who essentially beats people up for a living. Beneath the friendly and civilised conversation, the sexual tension was steadily building up for nearly every bite you took.

When the main meal was finished and you wiped your mouth with the thick, linen napkin and cleaned off your hands with a warm, wet towel provided by the waiter, he took your hand and held it gently, massaging the inside of your palm with his thumb. His eyes were narrowed and a delicate smile lit up his sharp features. A heavy blush was spreading underneath your make-up. Your mouth was getting dry and you felt warmth spread inside you.

‘Do you have room for dessert? They make this amazing matcha mochi here… You should try it.’

He was speaking slowly, and it was almost as if he was beginning the seduction ritual, because his movements followed the slower speech and the pink of his eyes was growing darker by the minute, with what you only could read as pure, unadulterated lust.

You bit your bottom lip and shuffled in your seat. You were getting wet. But going home was not an option yet. It is now that the game was just beginning. The foreplay before foreplay. Teasing and small touches drove you to the brink of what your body could endure without literally throwing yourself at him.

‘Yes, I would like to try it. And maybe some coffee to go with it?’

You cocked your head and smiled knowing very well you needed a lot of coffee for what was coming.

The sweets and coffee arrived soon after you placed the order.

You speared some of the mochi with your fork and deliberately slowly put it in your mouth, sliding the fork out with a painfully delayed motion, that made your lips pout out. You licked them discretely in a seductive manner and gave him a small smile while looking him deep in the eye.

He bit his bottom lip and his eyes narrowed again.

‘I see that you are enjoying your dessert.’

He took a sip of his coffee and smiled at you.

‘It is good to stock up on extra energy sometimes.’

You both smiled at each other and kept eating in silence while exchanging hungry looks.

As soon as you finished dessert, he called in the waiter, paid and you both left almost in a hurry. The air outside was cold already and you huddled with him while waiting for the concierge to bring out the car.

You couldn’t get into it fast enough, and once you were buckled up, the engine roared again, pushing your arousal into an even higher gear.

He placed his hand on your thigh and began rubbing the soft flesh just above where your stocking ended and garter straps took over. He did not move the hand an inch, just stayed like this, teasing you and glancing your way with that charming smile that by now had you go instantly wet.

A moment later and the car was driving into an underground garage. He finally let go of your thigh, jumped out of the car, and walked over to your side to open the door for you. As you were getting out, he caught you in his embrace, closed the car door, and began kissing you. He pushed you against the car and had his hand stroke your cheeks and neck, for now still clothed breasts and hips.

You had your hands on his neck, running them through the coarse black hair of the undercut, making him moan quietly.

‘I guess I am not very old-fashioned tonight.’

He spoke in between kisses, his husky voice going straight into your core.

‘Let’s go upstairs, hm? Or would you like me to be old-fashioned and take you home?’

He was teasing you, knowing that going home was the last thing on your mind at this point.

You only shook your head in reply and smiled biting your lower lip. Without a word, he took you by the hand and you began walking toward the elevator, that was already on the garage level. He pressed the highest number on the panel and soon you were pressed against something again, this time the elevator wall while being kissed by your excruciatingly hot lover-to-be.

Out of the elevator, into the apartment, the two of you simply kept kissing, both his and your hands exploring the other in an increasingly adventurous manner. He was starting to breathe a bit heavier and his tongue was swirling frenetically in your mouth, having a little wrestle with yours.

You didn’t have much of a chance to have a look at his place, you were too preoccupied with him to notice your surroundings. He was gently pushing you toward a large black sofa in the middle of the open-plan space. As he reached it, he removed his suit jacket tossing it to the side, then spun you around slowly, sitting down and taking you with him onto his lap. You were now straddling him and pressing your chest to his.

‘Mmm, I didn’t think we would end up like this so quickly.’

‘Are you telling me you have a hard time getting girls to come home with you?’ Your voice hitching through the heavy breathing and kissing.

‘Maybe… maybe not. But you didn’t seem like the easy type.’

‘Because I am not, but you made it easy for me to not be as restrained as I normally am.’ You nibbled at his lip.

‘Is that so? I am flattered…’

He kissed your neck and began to move his hands onto your ass, squeezing the softness with his solid wrestler's hands, sliding them up to your waist, and then repeating the lewd massage while continuing the kiss. You were literally ready to have him take you on the sofa, but he obviously enjoyed the foreplay quite a bit. You could feel his hardness and he must have been surely very aware of how wet you were with only a thin layer of black lace separating your seeping pussy from him. Grinding yourself on him in encouragement was your next instinctive move toward what you really wanted to happen, but he just kept roaming his hands all over you as if he could not get enough of the anticipation.

You shifted your focus to his face to distract yourself, tracing the outlines of his tattoos, forehead, down to his cheeks and then chin, and then all the way up the other side of his face. His eyes were closed in pleasure and he reminded you of a wild cat all over again, just as he did the day before in the ring.

‘This feels nice. You have such a soft touch. Don’t stop…please.’

So, you kept tracing and now also kissing the black lines on his face, making him purr and moan. But you wanted more, to see the marks on his torso, arms, and thighs…maybe there were more in other, intimate places? The thrill of being so close to someone that only yesterday was a distant figure in the spotlight of fame was consuming you and fuelling your arousal.

You pulled off his t-shirt, exposing the long-awaited sight to your starved eyes. The marks started at the base of his neck, spanning from down his back and onto his chest, and down again toward his abs. These tattoos were wider and less intricate than the ones on his face, making him look quite tough, if you were to be asked. You kissed his toned chest and run your fingers across his biceps and down his long, strong arms. Your hands were moving as if with a mind of their own, trying to touch all of his upper body all at once. The need to have him much closer to you than this was growing stronger with every touch.

When you were about to lose your patience, he put his hands at the hem of your dress and began pulling it up. You lifted yourself up on your knees to help him get it off and once the dress was off, his hands latched on to your breasts, massaging until you were nearly out of breath from pleasure and moaning. You kept grinding against him harder.

‘So eager…’ He kissed your breasts while removing your bra and once freed, your breasts were now supported by his cupped hands with the right nipple rolled between his lips. You moaned loudly and made him intensify the action to see how much more noise he could get out of you.

When you began tugging at his belt, he stopped.

‘I think we will be more comfortable in the bedroom.’

You got off him quickly and he followed suit, taking your hand and leading you out of the lounge area and into a smaller room next to the kitchen part of the open-plan living space. The bedroom was dimly lit by warm wall lights and all you could make out was a double bed in the middle of the room and a large TV hanging on the wall opposite the bed. There were, what looked like a couple of Bonzai trees here and there, but that was about all you had time to spot before your attention was stolen once again by Ryomen.

He was now kissing you and unbuckling his belt, you looked down while he was unzipping his pants and sliding them off, uncovering a pair of tight, black boxershorts, stretched snug on top of the hardness of his erection. You swallowed and looked up at his face again and putting both thumbs under the hem of his underwear, you were taking them off quickly.

His cock popped out and it was perfect. Not too big and not too small, the kind of girth and length, that your experience already told you would make you a very satisfied woman.

‘You like what you see?’ Your hungry look was so apparent to him now.

‘Mmm, in fact, I do…’ You dragged your fingers gently on the top of his shaft, kicked off your heels, and climbed onto the bed, supported on your elbows, slowly spreading your legs for him. All you were wearing now were your stockings, garter belt, and a minuscule lace g-string.

He jumped onto the bed with the agility of a leopard and crawled the rest of the short distance dividing you both.

‘Glad to have the King of Knockouts all to yourself?’ He chuckled and smiled in a cocky manner.

‘Yes, very glad.’ You placed your arms around his neck as he was now on top of you, making nearly full body contact.

‘You know, I didn’t expect such a good girl to get this naughty this quickly.’

‘Oh, but even angels need to fall sometimes.’ Your voice was muffled by the kisses he was landing on you while his hands were busy exploring your body.

He pulled away and looked down at the remainder of your garment.

‘You don’t need these, do you now?’ He followed his rhetorical question by rolling the whole lot of you and tossing it aside.

‘Where were we…’ He was now back on top of you, grinding into your folds with his delicious dick.

‘Ah, I think you seem to want me inside you, right? You are very wet…’ His hand was rubbing you roughly between your legs.

‘Yes...please.’

He chuckled and moved his hand from your pussy to his dick, positioning himself at your entrance. He moved his arm back to your side and once in the position to move, he entered your aching and clenching core without any more hesitation.

You were now in full moaning mode, not caring anymore about trying to sound half switched on, the words coming out of your mouth were blabber as you could feel his dick pry its way into you. Your bodies were slowly connecting and synchronising to the rhythm of sex. The feel of his naked body on yours, the softness of close skin-on-skin contact, so sensual, so intimate, so…lascivious. For every thrust of his hips, you were carried away further and further from reality, and yet this was one of the most real, primeval activities a human could engage in. The duality of sex always puzzled you, made for procreation, but executed to fulfill lustful desires.

His love-making was slow in its action, but intense in feel. The heat of his breath when he kissed you was as if he was branding you as his, the gentle, but firm touch of his knotty fingers was sending nerve impulses that traveled not only to your deepest and most aroused core but were slowly but surely opening the doors to your soul.

Every inch of your skin, every muscle and nerve was seeking him, trying to get closer than the physicality of flesh would allow, his strained breath was now your breath. You practiced your ritual in silence, only accompanied by the wet squelching of your sexes joined in their communion and the slapping of flesh. Lewd and holy at the same time. You were near the limit of what you could take before releasing all the pent-up tension your core gathered up over the past two days. As your climax washed over you, the scream that came out of your mouth was almost that of someone else, a primal woman, unleashed and free, reveling in the glory of the pleasure one human could gift to another.

You were still shaking from your orgasm, almost half-conscious from the discharge of impulses. The squelching was louder, as your climax opened your floodgates, drenching you both. Wet and sloppy, he kept on thrusting, but much harder and faster now, chasing his own high, his toned, magnificent body beginning to flex its muscles.

‘Can I come inside you?’

‘Yes, of course, I took precaution…’

And a few moments later, his abdomen was contracting pushing his hips further into you in a few deep thrusts, granting him a full release, painting your insides with his warm seed.

Breathing heavily, he rolled over onto his back, taking you with him in a tight hug. Your sexes stayed connected, your thinner cum blended with his thick, creamy semen, running out onto both your thighs and the sheets beneath you. He was rubbing your back gently, kissing the top of your head as you were this much shorter than him. Your head was snuggled comfortably into his wide, strong chest, you could feel the flexing of his muscles as his arms moved across your back and his heartbeat was lulling you almost into a slumber.

‘Please stay the night. I did not get enough of you yet.’

You lifted your head up to look at him with your now slightly hazy eyes.

‘So, you are not kicking me out? I thought you had a lineup of girls waiting for you?’

He smiled and shook his head.

‘Such prejudice… Being famous doesn’t make me a pig, you know. Besides, most chicks are only after my stage persona, not me.’

He kissed your head again, his eyes closed now and a peaceful smile gracing his face.

‘You know…I must thank your friends for taking you out to see my fight. Without them dragging you along, I would have never met you.’

Most likely, he did not realize, how much his words meant to you right now. Was he the one you were waiting for so long? You were willing to take that chance and run with it.

You pulled yourself up to his face and began kissing him again, your tongue hungrily making its way straight through his thin lips into the warmth of his mouth. His dick slid out of you, letting the rest of the aftermath of your fucking run out freely onto his legs.

‘Let’s take a shower. We made a bit of a mess.’

He led you into the spacious bathroom. It was probably the most lavish bathroom you have ever seen, with walls, and floor tiled with black slate, elegant Japanese-style bath standing at the far end, together with all the traditional equipment needed for a bath ritual. The shower was to the right of the tub, large enough for two people to easily move around inside the glass and stone walls.

Well in the shower, you closed your eyes and tilted your head upwards letting the warm waterfall wash your makeup off you, you rubbed it all off quickly before he could see your smudged face and then let the water rinse the residue of the sex off your lower body. He came into the shower and stood pressed to your back, letting his hands wander all over your chest and belly. Your arousal was already at its peak again and you moved your left hand back to grab his now completely hard cock, while his right hand was playing with your nipple and the left began rubbing your clit.

He pressed you toward the nearest wall, water flowing down on you in unison with the lewd massage he was giving you. You let go of his cock to support yourself with both arms on the wall. He spread your soft ass cheeks to reach your pussy again and bent his knees to compensate for the difference in height, shoving himself into you once more. This time the sex was faster and sloppier. You were barely holding on to the wall while his thrusts were getting stronger, his hands holding your belly and breasts for stability and closeness.

He moved one hand to draw circles around your completely swollen clit. You were drowning in your lust once again. The heat between your legs increased as your nerves were sending more and more pleasure impulses to your brain. You no longer knew if it was water or your slick that was running down your legs, you were this aroused. His sexy lips were kissing and nibbling at your neck and all that was left for you to do was to moan, and moan, and moan.

As his fingers moved faster, rubbing directly on your little pleasure trigger, you gave out one loud moan and then came, shaking in overstimulation as he kept rubbing your nub for a while after your climax passed. He moved his hands onto your hips, stabilising you properly, and increased his pace into a relentless race toward an orgasm. The wet thwacking of his hips into the softness of your ass kept you just barely awake. Luckily, his arousal was just as strong as yours and he came with a quiet growl, almost pushing you flat into the wall.

Panting and almost slouching the two of you got out of the shower drying each other in a drawn-out ritual. You were enjoying touching every part of his body through the cotton of the fresh warm towel, just as much as reveling in the sensation of his hands doing the same to you. Once dry he lifted you off the ground and carried bridal style to the bed, covering you up with a soft, thick but light duvet of pure goose down. He ran over to the kitchen and came back with water for you both and some snacks. While you were both enjoying the well-earned refreshments, you started to feel like sleep was now not far away. Once you were done, he put the tray on the side table and crawled in under the duvet, snuggling up closely to you.

‘I am so glad you chose to stay here with me. In the morning, I will be able to impress you with the best goddamn breakfast you ever had.’

You smiled and nodded in response while kissing him softly, and a moment later, you were both falling asleep, drifting off to, what hopefully, was a future together.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[starchildrenofdustand-ashes]

Alan Cumming is the only Emcee to date who says “Ich bin euer conferencier, je suis votre compère, I am your host!” on beat with the music. I love him everyday for it, and I need every other Emcee to take notes 😭

[gargvlla]

PESADELOS E PAISAGENS NOTURNAS

Tem dias que ele não consegue dormir bem se não der uma caminhada pra inflar os pulmões de ar noturno. Normalmente são noites de lua cheia, e ele sabe que se não se arrumar e sair, vai ficar rolando pela cama, mesmo estando a noite tão gelada e perfeita pra dormir.

Enfiou a calça jeans de qualquer jeito, e os tênis calçou sem meias mesmo; partiu pra rua.

O luar estava cortante. Só quem tem dores na consciência sabe o que é isso. A noite estava escura apesar do disco de prata no céu, mas ela – a Lua – iluminava apenas os pecados da alma dele, e o resto era breu. Por isso também ele caminhava, como alguns ébrios, precisava de algo que o fizesse esquecer-se de seus tormentos.

Muitos gritos cabiam em seu silêncio e seus passos lentos. Pouco o surpreendia, e embora soubesse que a própria Vida era um milagre, e que cada aurora trazia em si uma inerente carga de Esperança e possibilidades, aaahhh… Isso não cura angústias seculares.

Um lobo velho não se detém surpreso com a brancura da pelagem de ovelhas novas – pensava ele. Uma coruja piou, como que concordando com seus pensamentos, e voou de um poste elétrico para dento das trevas.

Maquinou, maquinou… Conferenciou-se com deuses antigos, ouviu promessas de Paz vindas do fundo de sua Mente, sua alma balançou uma bandeira branca – já não agüentava mais o peso de tantos pensamentos, condensados em um coração com tão poucos anos de idade – mas ele não se rendeu, seu cerne se manteve imutável; seu coração estaria hoje e sempre em guerra.

Atingia os limites da cidade quando resolveu voltar. Parou atrás de uma cabine telefônica, retirou as mãos dos bolsos e passou por cima do orelhão; esfriou as mãos, acalmou o último pedaço de sua alma que ainda estava agitado. Antes de retomar a caminhada de volta, perdeu-se observando uma gralha que não parecia se assustar nem com sua presença, e tampouco com a chuva.

Ouviu passos vindo em sua direção, e uma menina cruzou seu caminho, caminhando rápido, provavelmente fugindo da chuva. Sentiu a garota, leu sua aura; o tom sombrio que a noite gelada dava à cidade a deixava um pouco incomodada. Mas não era algo que ela fosse verbalizar, pois isso não se verbaliza. Esse tipo de coisa pouco atrai a atenção de qualquer interlocutor, por isso ela não vai dizer nada. Talvez um dia escrevesse em algum lugar, pra não deixar a sensação completamente perdida…

Ele respirou fundo e seguiu de volta. O sono, um amigo pouco presente, lhe abria os braços, e um abraço desses não se deve adiar…

27 de Setembro de 2013

[artofzeichenwut]

Review: Cabaret, Baden, 08.07.2023

A little review of yesterday's Cabaret in Baden is in order. I didn't know anything about the show beforehand, so everything was a surprise. The curtain already sets the mood of Berlin in the early 1930s. Absolutely in love with the design. The set design was minimalistic but it worked great.

Now the cast: Ann as Sally Bowles was brilliant. Her voice has a chanson-like quality, which fits the sound of the Roaring 20s quite well. The acting was also on point. It was great to see Maya Harkvoort in a role that fits her age. Voice and acting top-notch. And lastly Drew as the Conferencier had by far the most extravagant costumes. On high heels most of the time and doing what he does best: playing with the audience and singing his full range. The rest of the cast was really great as well.

It was a wonderful evening but the show leaves you with a bitter aftertaste because of the paralelles of the rise of the Nazis in the 1930s and the rise of far-right parties worldwide nowadays.

If you have the chance to see this production in Baden, I can highly recommend going. Tickets are also not as expensive as in Vienna and you can get to Baden easily by train.

And here's the curtain call

[outcast-thingz]

Allllrighty everyone here we had today the 4.2 Special Program! First and formost, the codes. This one is kinda a doozy since it has *everything* new events, characters, areas, items, you name it it's probably there. You have until 12am Nov 4 to get those codes in. Y'all know the deal rest of the info is below the cut

VA97KJNF24UV (100 primos 10 mystic enchantment ore)

NTQP2KPEJMUH (100 primos 5 adventurers exp)

9T96KJNE2LVM (100 primos 50,000 mora)

~Banners~

Phase 1: Furina & Baizhu (5 star) Charlotte (4 star)

Phase 2: Cyno & Ayato (5 star)

~Furina~

-Hydro sword

-Each member of her little Hydro entourage has a name! Maid -> Mademoiselle Crabaletta :: Housekeep -> Surintendante Chevalmarin :: Conferencier -> Gentilhomme Usher

-Passive Talent can decrease the CD on the abilities gained from Xenochromatic Fontemer Aberrants

-Defults to Ousia charged attacks changes the alignment and it will change how her elemental skill works

-Ousia: Elemental skill will summon "Salon Members" which deal hydro dmg it looks like.. didn't really hear them talk about this part much

-Pnuema: Elemental skill will summon "Singers of Many Waters" to provide Healing to nearby party memebers. They will stay out for some time even *after* Furina is switched out.

-Elemental Burst deals damage to surrounding opponents. When party's HP increases OR decreases she will accumulate fanfare points. The more points the more Furina increases the DMG and incoming healing bonus of near by party members.

-SUPER COOL FACT! Whenever Furina's summons are out -She- gains the ability to walk on water

~Charlotte~

-Cryo Catalyst

-her camera has a name apparently and its Monsieur Verite *how cute*

-Elemental skill applies "Snappy Sillhouette" to opponents caught within the viewfinder of her Kamera, during the effect's duration it will intermitedly deal cryo dmg. Holding the skill strenghtens these effects and applies "Focused Impression" to opponents instead

-Elemental Burst creates a field that continuously restores HP to party members within its range. Monsieur Verite will intermitedly deal cryo during the burst's duration.

-When paired with Fontaine characters she receives a healing bonus

-When paired with nonfontaine characters she receives a cryo dmg bonus

-Zoom lens is an item for her but is further discused in an event section below (first person camera opportunities) "First Person Shutter"

~Misc.~

-Furina story quest

-New Weekly Boss: has phases it looks like 2 could be 3?? 1st phase will have large AOE attacks

-Struggling with the new boss and can't move on with the archon quest because of it? Worry not. If you fail there will now be an option to lower the difficulty during the main quest.

-World Quest "The Wild Fairies of Erinnyes" should be involve the Melusines

-New Daily Boss: hydro thing that can throw spears it looks

-New update to the "Narzissenkreuz Adventure" questline!

-Travellers that are at Adventure rank 40 or above will have the option to "Quick Challenge" a weekly boss. all of them except Storm Terror and Boreus

-3 new character cards and 3 new action cards in TCG

-Accelerate Duel feature will be added

-Deck sharing codes will also be a thing

-you can now save 20 decks

-you can now *choose* if you want to accept a story quest after unlocking it

-prerequisite quests have been made clearer

~Events~

-Thelxie's Fantastic Adventure~ Earnable Freminet! STAGE 1: repairing circuits fun puzzle stuff STAGE 2: use echo conch to find parts for le penguin STAGE 3: domain levels the penguin will help and provide buffs

-FUNGI EVENT IS BACK (they hope to make it permanent but don't think it's ready yet!! a note from the devs)

- Graph Adversarial Technology Experiment Log (say that 10x fast...) -> a photo event and might be able to share with friends. At the end of the quest the travelers will get the *Zoom lens*. The Lens can be used with all Kamera's obtained in the game up to this point BUT can't be used in combat. ***However*** As discussed previously holding Charlotte's skill you can snap pics while fighting and in domains!

-Misty Dungeon: Realm of Water -> Domain leyline thing that has Trial and your characters to choose from if what you have doesn't meet the buffs

-ley line overflow will happen again at the end of 4.2

~New Area~

~Erinnyes Forest~

-Loch Urania -> strong wind storm rising from the middle of the lake, looks interesting

-Foggy Forest Path -> has an ethereally epic water tree looking thing

-Weeping Willow of the Lake -> looks withered and may need us to clean it up like in Sumeru but it's contaminated bacterial mats instead of 'withered areas' ooo~ *Honestly I'm just excited to have a big Weeping Willow*

-New Fontemer Aberrant, the Xenochromatic Ball Octopus -> gets used to cleanse the mats

-with special device they can uses the Ball Octopus's abilities on land as well

~Morte Region~

-FINALLY SOME ANSWERS ON THAT TOWER ajkfgvbbg (I keep mistaking it for Storm Terrors lair area but it is very much not tha area so I really wanted to see what was up with this tower)

-you need to unlock four seals around it

-seems to have a connection with the primordeal sea???

[lexpert14]

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Je suis ravi de vous annoncer les cours d'initiation au patrimoine du XIIe au XXe siècle, qui se tiendront le 14 septembre 2024 à l'école Victor Hugo. 🏫

🕒 14h15 : La Sculpture Romane 🕒 Découvrez les techniques et les symboles de la sculpture romane. 🏛️

🕒 15h30 : La Sculpture Gothique 🕒 Explorez l'évolution de la sculpture gothique et ses œuvres réalistes et expressives. 🏰

Pour plus d'informations et pour vous inscrire, visitez mon site https://vilarsclaude.wixsite.com/arts ou contactez-moi à vilarsclaude@gmail.com.

#CoursDInitiation #Patrimoine #SculptureRomane #SculptureGothique #ConchesEnOuche #HistoireDeLArt #Expert #Conference #Conferencier #Antiquites #ArtHistorique #Culture #Heritage

[johnooms]

Wat gebeurde er op 24 juni? 1959 - LOU BANDY (69) OVERLEDEN Lodewijk Ferdinand Dieben, beter bekend onder zijn pseudoniem Lou Bandy, was een Nederlandse zanger en conferencier die in de periode tussen de beide wereldoorlogen een van de populairste artiesten van Nederland was. Tot zijn bekendste liedjes behoren: Wie heeft er suiker in de erwtensoep gedaan?, Zoek de zon op, Schep vreugde in het leven en Louise zit niet op je nagels te bijten. Klik op de link hieronder voor meer Nieuws van Vroeger: http://johnooms.nl/2024/06/24/juni/

[laguaridadelnagual]

Alistan BIME, el festival donde se conocerá la música del futuro

BIME, el encuentro internacional de industria musical de referencia mundial espera reunir en Bogotá, del 8 al 11 de mayo, a más de 2 mil profesionales en torno a una completa programación, con casi un centenar de actividades y más de 60 conciertos donde se darán a conocer las estrellas del futuro Bogotá está ya lista para dar la bienvenida a más de 2.000 profesionales, artistas, estudiantes, instituciones, marcas y agentes de todo el mundo en la decimocuarta edición de BIME, el encuentro de referencia de la industria musical, que completa hoy su programación con la participación de cerca de 200 expertxs y artistas. Una cita de cuatro días que convertirá la capital colombiana en el catalizador de cambio y epicentro de innovación para construir en conjunto el próximo capítulo de la industria musical. En su parte conferencial, BIME Pro, contará con una amplia representación de actores clave del sector a nivel mundial. A los nombres ya confirmados hasta la fecha, se unen algunxs de la talla de la artista y compositora argentina La Joaqui (AR); Christopher Breedlove (US), director de activación cívica de Burning Man Project; Tomas Cookman (US), director de Nacional Records y de LAMC; Alex Hackford (US), responsable de Asuntos Musicales Creativos de PlayStation; Ashley Carman (US), reportera de Bloomberg News; Janet López (US), supervisora musical y fundadora de Agave, Music & Media; Ángela Cortés Ramón (ES), directora de desarrollo de capítulos de We Make Noise; Jorge Navarro (MX), director de desarrollo de alianzas estratégicas de Youtube; Carolina Rodriguez (ES), dirección de comunicación y proyectos de APM; Tito Leconte (AR), socio gerente de DALE PLAY; Paula Raez (ES), secretaría de la Asociación de Mujeres de la Industria de la Música (MIM); Andrés Shaq (CO), director A&R de Warner Music Group; Fernando Escobar (CO), director de CMN Colombia; Leonor C. Suárez (US), fundadora de SHE-LION; o Julio Leiva (AR), periodista y ex-director de Filonews; entre otros muchos. Una programación creada por y para toda la industria, con un intenso calendario de actividades que dará comienzo el día 8 de mayo con la participación de Enrique Bunbury (ES) junto a Leila Cobo (CO/US), directora ejecutiva de Billboard, en una conversación inaugural que tratará de desgranar la carrera del artista español; y que continuará con más protagonistas como la española Lola Índigo (ES), una de las artistas más destacadas del panorama musical actual, profesionales como Maykol Sánchez (US), director de música para Latinoamérica de Spotify; Daouda Leonard (US), fundador y CEO de Createsafe y manager de la artista Grimes; Rocío Guerrero (ES), responsable de música latina Iberia en Amazon Music; Brigitte Baptiste (CO), rectora de la Universidad Ean; o Luis Giraldo (CO), de Bichota Records y padre de la artista Karol G. Además, BIME Pro acogerá conversaciones en torno a las principales tendencias de la industria musical como el papel de TikTok en el desarrollo de las carreras artísticas, el fenómeno de los estadios, el desarrollo y exportación de talento latino, los retos de la sostenibilidad en los espectáculos en vivo y los caminos para vincular a las audiencias, la fascinante historia del movimiento cultural y musical de la República Dominicana: el dembow, el impacto global de la música mexicana, el estado de la música latina y su alcance global sin precedentes, las nuevas dimensiones creativas y legislativas que ofrece la Inteligencia Artificial, el arte y el método de hacer grandes canciones, las oportunidades creativas de la música en los videojuegos, o los nuevos modelos de negocio. BIME LIVE. EL FESTIVAL DONDE CONOCER A LXS ARTISTAS DEL FUTUROA los más de 30 artistas anunciados recientemente, se suman otra decena con una gran representación de talento local colombiano como la nueva propuesta de sonido fresco y rap colombiano de Kei Linch (CO); el indie folk latinoamericano de Coco Ramé (CO), la artista argentina Lara91K (AR) con su hip hop de vanguardia y producción contemporánea; La Farmakos (CO), fusionando se esencia rapera con los sonidos de la cumbia; la orquesta de salsa brava de Bogotá La Pambelé (CO), el energético show pop-rock de Armenia (CO), el rapero colombiano Kriska (CO), las canciones y rimas de calle y vida de El Kalvo (CO), el sonido y movimiento exótico de Los Dioses del Ritmo (CO); la banda de cumbia radioactiva de Ecuador Papaya Dada (EC); el indie pop rock del quinteto Niña Lobo (UY); o la rapera uruguaya Eli Almic (UY), entre otros. Una celebración de la música que apuesta por el nuevo talento artístico, y por acercar su programación al público profesional que se da cita en BIME, y a la ciudad de Bogotá, con plazas de acceso libre para el público general (limitadas al aforo).En este marco, BIME Live contará con un showcase de clausura de la artista española Lola Índigo (ES), el viernes día 10 de mayo. Reconocida por su poderosa presencia escénica y su singular estilo musical, ha logrado posicionarse como una de las figuras femeninas más prominentes de la música en español. Su multitudinaria gira por España acumuló más de 300.000 asistentes, alcanzando un sold out para 2025 en el estadio Santiago Bernabéu. Este evento brindará a los asistentes la oportunidad de disfrutar de un show en el corazón de la ciudad, consolidando el impacto y la relevancia de Lola Índigo en la escena musical actual.

BIME Start Up! También se desvelan los nombres de las startups que formarán parte de BIME Start Up!, el programa de BIME para aquellos que buscan acelerar su negocio. Pro Indie Music, Snafu Song Fund, Son Gain, Gudmerch, Cactus Music, y Giggin, han sido las propuestas empresariales más disruptivas seleccionadas en convocatoria abierta para formar parte de StartUp Village, zona de exposición ante inversores; y en StartUp Competition, donde competirán por el MeetLatam Accelerator, y una asesoría one to one con el programa de Google Startups que entregará hasta 350.000 USD en créditos de Google Cloud. BIME Campus Además, BIME Campus, de la mano de la Fundación SGAE, ofrecerá un valioso programa de formación, en el que los asistentes recibirán de la mano de expertxs del sector masterclasses relacionadas con la gestión colectiva y la Inteligencia Artificial, la internacionalización de artistas, supervisión musical, cómo dominar el arte de la conversión con los medios de comunicación, o los datos clave en el mundo de la gestión cultural para la industria de la música. Además, estudiantes y aspirantes menores de 28 años podrán acceder a todo el contenido de BIME Campus con descuento de estudiantes.

LA CITA INELUDIBLE DE LA INDUSTRIA MUSICAL El programa está disponible en bime.org y el encuentro se podrá seguir de manera online mediante la plataforma, ya activa en la misma web y en la app.BIME se ha consolidado como un espacio de referencia internacional y un sólido puente de internacionalización entre Europa y América. Con el objetivo de fomentar las colaboraciones de profesionales y artistas, y facilitar la puerta de entrada a ambos continentes, es ya considerado uno de los grandes altavoces y espacios de visibilización para profesionales de todo el mundo. El diálogo y el networking está siempre disponible a través de bime.org y su plataforma online que se mantiene activa durante los 365 días y permite participar desde todas partes del mundo, además de acceder al networking en cualquier momento. El lugar de encuentro virtual donde mantenerse en conexión con profesionales de la música a nivel mundial, y donde volver a ver los debates y ponencias que tuvieron lugar durante las ediciones anteriores.

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[captainaudace]

💥 L'événement MAVERICK 🎤 🎯 C'est aujourd'hui ❗ 🗣️ 10 conférenciers 🤯 10 approches totalement dingues ❗ 🦸‍♂️ 10 fois plus d'audace 💡Et surtout 10 fois plus de contenu qui va changer ton monde 🎯 ➡️ Ça se passe a Paris a l'hôtel Mercure près de l'aéroport Paris CDG 🎅🎄 Les participants auront la primeur de découvrir ma nouvelle conférence : 🔥 OSEZ, vous saurez 💥🎯 Une journée riche en perspective 😄 #mathieuboinet #audace #captainaudace #bold #boldness #audacity #motivation #motivationalquotes #motivationalspeaker #conference #conferencier #management #engagement #depassementdesoi #seminaire #entreprise #convention #motivationfrance #paris #coachsonline #management #teambuilding (à Mercure Paris CDG Airport et Convention) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClaYvWZo_lZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[qsmptwitchupdates]

Etoiles is live in the category Just Chatting!

[tvmainesarthe]

La Bazoge - Conférence avec Hervé Guyomard organisé par Patrick Houdet Commissaire de piste le 07042023 extrait.mp4 from tvmaine Sarthe on Vimeo.

extrait de la conférence. Hervé Guyomard a régné en maître sur le circuit des 24 Heures du Mans pendant quarante ans, de 1971 à 2006. Désormais à la retraite, il se déplace sur les épreuves de l’Asian Le Mans Series en tant que responsable des commissaires. Il est aussi conseiller pour l’Automobile Club de l’Ouest.

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Le 07/04/2023

[frankjohannesknepper]

Willkommen, Bienvenue, welcome

#international #musical #dance #company #contraire #show #entertainment #corporate #event #business #theater #performance #comercial #performingarts #ballett #jazzdance #modern #act #dancers #actor #singer #model #choreograph #broadway #classics #cabaret #conferencier #artist #portrait

[mnoguesa12]

Comentari d'un audiovisual

Durant aquesta entrada, desenvoluparé algunes de les qüestions plantejades per Enrique Santamaría a la Tasca Virtual del 7 de desembre que consistia a visualitzar a MOOC: «Docentes y alumnos 3.0: oficios en debate» (11" 37'), en el qual s'entrevistava al sociòleg de l'educació Emilio Tenti Fanfini

Després d'escoltar les paraules de Tenti Fanfini només puc emetre una resposta: posar-me dreta i dedicar-li un aplaudiment, com si acabés de veure una bona interpretació de la Traviata de Verdi. El conferenciant narra de manera clara i concisa alguns dels mites que s'han creat al voltant de la figura del professorat i l'alumnat i ho fa a través de l'exposició de continguts de gran complexitat, tot i que de manera molt simple, apte per a tots els públics, apropant-se món al món popular. Tant és així que en un moment de l'entrevista exposa de manera directa la importància que té, per l'adquisició de l'aprenentatge, que el docent reconegui els interessos i les passions de l'alumnat. Si això ho trasllado al meu centre de pràctiques, puc afirmar que, per a la meva sorpresa, l'alumnat té interès pel que està passant en l'actualitat del moment –podent relacionar aquest fet amb la fugacitat del temps analitzat en una altra entrada–. A banda dels seus interessos personals, pel que fa a la tecnologia sobretot, l'alumnat intenta donar sentit a les accions i situacions que es desenvolupen a la seva vida i és, precisament pel motiu descrit per Tenti Fanfini, que el professorat està constantment intentant entrellaçar els continguts de la seva assignatura amb l'actualitat. Aquesta acció impulsada pel professorat crec que és crucial i és que, personalment, crec que no hi ha res més interessant que està implicat en la societat que estem vivint. A mi m'encanta aprendre, m'encanta llegir i sobretot, m'encanta jugar. Crec que el joc forma part de la nostra identitat com a éssers humans. La vida és un joc constant on perds i guanyes constantment i és per aquest motiu, que l'escola ha de ser la responsable d'educar en valors, de dotar d'eines per tal de poder gestionar la tolerància al fracàs i les situacions d'èxit. És per aquest motiu, que crec que el meu gran interès és com fomentar i mantenir la curiositat per les coses que ens envolten. Parar, respirar, observar i analitzar. Aquests són els principis que ha de transmetre un professor i tothom ha de poder accedir a l'educació d'aquests principis. El coneixement ha de ser compartit, si no no serveix de res. Per aquest motiu crec que és molt important la figura del professorat democràtic, definida pel mateix Fanfani. Crec que ell és l'exemple a seguir de professor democràtic, aquell que reivindica la importància d'impugnar el mite del desinterès de l'alumnat i que reconeix efectivament els seus interessos i passions, involucrant-los en el procés d'aprenentatge. El punt entre impartir els continguts de l'escola i treballar els interessos dels estudiants existeix i és possible.

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REMOBILISATION DE GPS EUROPE 

 THEME : GPS FORCE MOTRICE D'UNE ALTERNATIVE DEMOCRATIQUE EN COTE D'IVOIRE 

 CONFERENCIER : HONORABLE ISSIAKA FOFANA PRESIDENT DU COMITE DE PILOTAGE 

 DATE: 26 NOVEMBRE 2022 A 14H LIEU: Place Corso Europe 55 Ciserano, Bergamo,ITALIE