#cygnenoir

[blessnoir]

I love you guys, I love this app. #cygnenoir

[nunoxaviermoreira]

THE BLACK SWAN... by ipon1 Ce 12 Avril 2020 : "Le CYGNE NOIR" La Puissance de l' Imprévisible de NASSIM NICHOLAS TALEB . Les Belles Lettres. "Quel est le point commun entre l' invention de la roue, Pompei , le krach boursier de 1987,, Harry Potter et internet ? Pourquoi ne devrait on jamais lire un journal ni courir pour attraper un train ??? Que peuvent nous apprendre les Amants de Catherine de Russie sur les probabilités ? Pourquoi les prévisionnistes sont-ils pratiquement tous des arnaqueurs ??? Le livre révèle tout des Cygnes Noirs , ces événements aléatoires , hautement improbables , qui jalonnent notre vie : Ils ont un impact énorme , sont presque impossibles à prévoir et pourtant , à posteriori , nous essayons toujours de leur trouver une explication rationnelle . Dans cet ouvrage éclairant , plein d' esprit d' impertinence et bien souvent prophétique , TALEB nous exhorte à ne pas tenir compte des propos de certains ""experts"" , et nous montre comment cesser de tout prévoir ou comment tirer parti de ""L' INCERTITUDE"" . " Nassim Nicholas TALEB ... (né en 1960 à Amioun au Liban) est un écrivain , statisticien et essayiste spécialisé en épistémologie des probabilités et un praticien en mathématiques financières . Libano Américain , il est actuellement professeur d'ingénierie du risque à l' Institut Polytechnique de l' Université de New York . ...................................................................................................................... Thomas Flichy de la Neuville (Chaire de Géopolitique à Rennes , France) "Le Coronavirus (covid-19) ... un parasite de la Mondialisation ..." https://flic.kr/p/dCEU3q

[marcrobin]

Je marchais sur cette route, Longeant les vallées et les ruisseaux, Découvrant des lacs et des étangs, Sans penser à l’improbable. J’escaladais les chemins escarpés, Je dévalais les vallées fleuries, Sans imaginer une autre issue. Et pourtant, à la sortie d’une allée, Près d’un étang sans mouvement. Il était là, sur la scène verte, Déployant ses longues ailes élégantes. Seul, au milieu des cygnes blancs, Le cygne noir apparaissait, majestueux, Semblant danser sur ses palmes rouges. Dandinant la tête au bout de son grand cou, Comme pour me dire: « oui je suis là !». Je ne m’y attendais pas, Qu’allait t’il se passer ? Qu’annonçait-il ? . « Il n'est rien sous le ciel qui n'ait sa loi secrète, Son lieu cher et choisi, son abri, sa retraite, Où mille instincts profonds nous fixent nuit et jour ; Le pêcheur a la barque où l'espoir l'accompagne, Les cygnes ont le lac, les aigles la montagne, Les âmes ont l'amour ! » Victor Hugo . #randonnée #hiking #campagne #country #oiseau #bird #cygne #cygnenoir #swan #blackswan #danse #dance #ballet #improbable #unlikeliest #lacdescygnes #swanlake #developpementpersonnel #personaldevelopment #espoir #hope #tchaikovsky #victorhugo (à L'Isle-en-Dodon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSXX9OPCM9D/?utm_medium=tumblr

[shivvarudra]

Чёрный лебедь в лебедином питомнике Приморского парка Победы. Лебяжий пруд. Северная дорога 8. #чёрныйлебедь #cygnusatratus #blackswan #trauerschwan #cygnenoir #svartsvan #mustajoutsen #mustluik #лебідьчорний #コクチョウ #крестовскийостров #приморскийпаркпобеды #лебяжийпруд #севернаядорога #лебединыйпитомник #птиценаблюдение #птицыспбило #birdwatching #nikon #nikoncoolpixb500 #nikoncoolpixb500📷 (at Приморский парк Победы) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAGceRCqYy_/?igshid=14oe4ewvzfchw

[seyoou-blog]

📝

Send me📝 and my muse will reveal their thoughts about your muse.

Their first impression:gaeul noona and i met through a somewhat unfortunate situation. my first impression was that she was a kind person to have stepped in to assist me when i was in trouble, even though she didn’t know me at all. it was very nice of her to do that and i still appreciate it to this day.

Their current impression:we’ve known each other for a while now and i feel like we just keep getting closer, which is nice. noona is a very beautiful person inside and out and i feel lucky that we’ve been able to spend time together. even though i keep performing disappearing acts on her, i can see that she cares about me. she’s a very sweet person and a good friend to have.

What they like the most about your muse:what’s there not to like? i guess my favorite thing would be that she is easy to talk to. i haven’t told her my deepest, darkest secrets yet, but i feel like talking to her about things is easier than it is talking to other people. there’s just something about her that makes me trust her and feel safe and comfortable being myself. 

What they dislike the most about your muse:she won’t give me her cat.

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.):we’re good friends, i think. she is also my mommy.

A general opinion of their relationship:it’s good. i hope it’ll continue this way.

If applicable, something they wish to reveal:if lucille and i both happen to pull a disappearing act at the same time, don’t be alarmed. i’m going to take good care of her. it’s a promise.

[zureo-blog]

❝ Does it hurt when I touch it?-- Why are you so calm about this? ❞

Bruised and Broken / @cygnenoir​ No longer accepting. 

Sometimes (re: most of the time), he wished life came with equipped with a reset button; one simple reset button that would rescind everything he’d ever said and done, that would undo everything completely. 

Each time Gaeul touches him, she does so with the utmost care and caution; gingerly, tenderly. She treats him as if he’s fragile, as if each and every last bone and fiber in his body was made up entirely of glass. He assumes she does this because she’s afraid to hurt him, afraid to inflict further damage on the already bruised and broken boy. Though he does admit he’s appreciative towards everything that she’s done for him, he finds her method in doing so utterly irksome. 

“Gaeul.” His voice is flat, void of any hint of annoyance he feels at the moment. “Hey, Gauel.” Taeyong calls out to her again, receives the same response as he did earlier: nothing. Sighing, vexingly, he lifts his head off his hand and captures her wrist, seizing her hand’s movement. As he draws the appendage away from the wound she has tenderly been tending to, his gaze falls over her own and he almost wants to laugh at the absurdity of her enquiry. 

“Does it hurt when I touch it?” 

“What do you think?” He drawls, blatant apathy manifesting across a mien once ruled by mild exasperation. “It does hurt, but it hurts more with your tentative touches. Either do it quick and get it done with, or I’ll do it myself.” He sets her wrist free and tilts his head back until it meets the couch, stygian hues fluttering shut. He wonders why he had even accepted her help in the first place as he normally declines the offers he receives. What had he done otherwise today? 

“Why are you so calm about this?”

For the most part, his position remains unchanged as he passes his gaze over her own. Why is he so calm about this? He contemplates the answer and it’s simple: harboring injures was not necessarily a foreign concept to him. He’s gotten hurt before, endured worse injures than this. Taeyong’s grown accustomed to the feeling, to the pain. “It isn’t a big deal.” He shrugs, tucking an arm behind his head. “What’s done is done. There’s no use crying over spilled milk.”

[lxtent]

☄

Accidents happen all the time

☄ For both of them to accidentally get bitten by a furious dog.

It was a very good thing that it was not Leo’s turn to take Mimi for her walk. If he had been with her, he would have stayed away. Getting too close to a dog that was particularly riled up was never a good choice. However, it was not always a choice to be near it in the first place. 

The dog lunged at the woman, it’s owner too far away to prevent its hasty action; the lead hung uselessly in her hands, her shouts distant, covered by the rough breeze. Leo did not make a choice. He ran forward because no one else was there. No one else could help. He tugged at the dog's collar, the small thing yapping persistently at the manhandling. So it wanted to get away. Leo grimaced, both hating to exert any force on the animal and worried for the woman. He barely noticed the sharp pain brought on by the tiny, needle sharp teeth. “Let go,” he said firmly. Its owner was approaching, calling frantically. Please follow her voice. Don’t hurt yourself.

It might have been scared. Leo did not know. The young dog ran to the sound of a familiar voice just as swiftly as it had pounced on a stranger. It’s owner hurried away. Accepting no responsibility. Leo straightened, watching the two walk away. It was not as pressing a matter, however, as the person by his side. Leo turned his attention to her, searching her hand, her wrist for any signs of damage.

Ah. There it was. “Are- Are you alright?” he asked quietly, “It hurt you.” Sure enough, the blood began trailing down her fingers, making Leo’s breathing uneven. Without saying anything else, he reached over to inspect the wound. It did not appear to be deep thankfully. His own injury remained forgotten as he debated calling for extra help. There was not much he could do after all. Not in the middle of an open park. Not when he was far better at causing harm than healing it.

[cchilyoja]

Seven minutes.

[ meme ] - accepting. - 13

He couldn't decide whether the situation was awkward or funny, right now it kinda seemed like it was both. The two of them were sitting down and he had managed to hold small talk, not that it felt forced talking to her, but small talk, in general, was just not his forte. Space was small and as he leaned against the wall behind him, he tried to focus a bit of his attention to the piled up boxes above the winter clothes that were hanging there. There were Christmas ornaments and decorations in one box to his right and an old deflated football.

 It was hard not to notice how close they were, and when they'd talk and turn to look at each other their faces were close enough to touch and feel the warm breath against the skin. He swallowed as they sat there frozen for a few moments, both looking at each other and not moving. The conversation had died down, and all that was left were the deep breaths that he could hear and the sound of his own heart beating somewhere like a persistent drum. Without thinking he had leaned forward, instinctively and kissed her. His hand resting on the side of her face.

[sfeuillat]

#Covid-19 #Cygnenoir #Blackswan

[nunoxaviermoreira]

portrait d'un cygne noir_0175 by ichauvel Les étangs de Villepey se situent sur la commune de Saint Aygulf dans le Var et forment une des rares zones humides littorales de la région et constituent un site particulièrement intéressant pour sa flore, sa faune, ses paysages. Cet espace naturel protégé de 260 ha a été formé dans le delta de l’Argens, par les divagations du fleuve au fil des siècles et par les activités humaines d’extraction de sable. Aujourd’hui propriété du Conservatoire du Littoral, ce site est un lieu de préservation et de découverte de la richesse et de la fragilité de notre environnement. https://flic.kr/p/2kMtRrZ

[luxinexitium]

negative traits

rules: repost, don’t reblog. bold the traits which apply to your muse. pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses.

tagged by: @artificvr (thank you!!) tagging: @haebxtna @themidnightsiren @calier @ashnbone @seyoou @florichor @stilledsouls @rutilmenite @infantekim @abscondos @novocana @svmrbrz @cygnenoir @chaoticer @eterneli @pullstrings (if you’ve already done this, feel free to pass!)

absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | apathetic | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | big mouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | disorganized | ditzy | egotistical | elitist | envious | erratic | fickle | fidgety | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | frugal | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | heroism | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | impulsive | inattentive | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | narcissistic | nervous | neurotic | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | racist | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-martyr | self-righteous | sexist | shallow | skips meals | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless | temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic

[lufersattuimccromlech]

O cisne negro se prepara para a sua grande entrada triunfal. El cisne negro se prepara para su gran entrada triunfal. Le cygne noir se prépare à sa grande entrée triomphale. #blackandwhite #bnw_of_our_world #bnwoftheday #bnw #bnw_saopaulo #blackswan #cisnenegro #cygnenoir #ibirapuerapark #ibirapuera #park #naturelover #natureza #instanature #instablack #igers #igerssaopaulo #igersbrasil #lake #instalake #lakelover #ibirapuerasp (en Parque Ibirapuera)

[seyoou-blog]

ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: kang seyoon ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇs: none ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: mister ᴀɢᴇ: 23 internationally, 24 korean

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: male sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: bisexual, leans more towards women (undisclosed) ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ: seoul, south korea ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: seoul, south korea ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: korean ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: korean sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs: at this time, only korean ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ: none at this time

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 183cm ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: slim, lanky, not much muscle on him (he’s a noodle) ᴇʏᴇs: brown ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs: none ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs: none sᴄᴀʀs: a small one across his right cheek

ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ: high school diploma; no college sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ: kakao, twitter, facebook, instagram, and snow app sᴍᴏᴋᴇ: yes ᴅʀɪɴᴋ: yes ᴅʀᴜɢs: no ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛɪᴄs: occasionally dancing, but at this point mostly privately ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs: hanging out with friends, watching movies (often jurassic park or some other favorites), researching the paranormal, researching paleontology, eating fried chicken, learning choreography, drinking alcohol until he’s numb ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ: no

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ: chocolate bubble tea and chocolate milk ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ: (fried) chicken ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ: anything; he enjoys all genres, especially anything upbeat ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴛʏʟᴇ: anything comfortable -- this usually includes the use of a lot of sweatpants and oversized sweaters; he still wears some of his favorite shirts that have holes in them from how old they are and how often they’ve been used

thank you @cygnenoir for the tag~

[cchilyoja]

; continued from X.

It was a moment of weakness or at least that's how his brain decided to process something that was a fairly normal occurrence. Just be happy that you got to kiss a pretty girl, at least that's what anyone else would be thinking, but Jung-hoo refused to make his already complicated life any easier. The neon lights of the city shined brightly as groups of people mingled in front of each establishment, it was already late, but for a lot of people outside, the night had just started. He was on the other side of town, wanting to drop her off and then go back to his own apartment, but as luck would have it, or lack there of, his night would not end that simply. It happened in a flash of a moment, a car driving towards theirs, and the screeching of tires and them almost hitting a kiosk on the side of the street. 

Turning back, she seemed shaken but alright, not harmed or hurt in any way that he could see. It was lucky, no one seemed to be hurt, not even the car, but as he stared at the car opposite them, he man behind the wheel was simply staring at them, or at him. Was this an accident? Or was there something else. Was this some kind of trap or did they want to attack him, or her. Maybe kidnap or capture either of them or both of them. For her, it made sense, someone following her. Paparazzi were a part of her life, he was different, very different. Anonymity and invisibility were one of his strongest features, that was part of his life, hell that was his life. 

                                       "Stay in the car."

 Jung-hoo opened the door and got outside, unsure if he should move too far away from the car. Again, anyone else would think that this was his being over paranoid. But in his world, this was just common sense. One step forward, and then another and before he even managed to put his foot down for the third time, the car started going in reverse and then drove off still slightly zig zagging across the street before he saw it turn left. Whoever that was or whatever they had wanted wouldn't just give up. He came back to the car, slammed the car door and drove off in the opposite direction.

 "I can't leave you at your place. Someone seemed to have followed us. Do you want me to leave you at a hotel or maybe, friend's place, family?" He'd make sure to figure out just how the person was, he had memorized the car license and that would be enough to figure what had happened.

[axel-lenarduzzi]

I've found a black swan #swan #blackswan #cygne #cygnenoir #lacdescygnes #tchaikovsky

[artifleurs]

#nature #lac #cygne #cygnenoir #cygneblanc #oiseau