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[narnsandbobles]

me when i... me when ... blinks

I LOOVE MY WIFES AND FRIENDS GAURH

[pixelbytesquad]

Not as high quality as my digital art, but ngl I kinda miss doing these silly traditional drawings.

Anyways, 10 years ago, I joined a site called DeviantArt... while I'm not as active there, I still kind of track this date as the day I "truly started my art journey"...

If it wasn't for both DeviantArt and Sonic the Hedgehog, I don't know if I would had been an artist today.

This is also a call back to my old "3 year anniversary" drawing.

I haven't done an anniversary drawing since, and decided that it was time to change that.

Of course, I couldn't (and didn't want to) include every character from the old version. I was thinking of doing a second drawing so I could add more characters but decided against it.

[peridot-the-photographer]

( @big-rookidee )

hey just wanted to say i really like your photos :D

Thanks

[deadsetobsessions]

Woo! I’ve finally got time to write! Had to go to a wedding, suffered through eight whole hours of pure disorganized mess, and got mad about it. Emphasis on the disorganized part. So, I bring you: party planner!Danny Phantom.

——

If anyone was to see him now, they’d definitely think that it was odd that Danny was the one in the party planning field. They wouldn’t be surprised if it was Jazz, but Danny ‘wing it’ Fenton planning things? Never.

But here he was, clipboard in hand and checking off hors d’œuvres from the list.

“Anton, could you do a check of the sound system? Make sure everything’s working?”

“Got it.”

Danny lifted the buffet table, laden with heavy food, and used a bit of his ghostly strength to move it over.

“Perfect.”

He double checked the seating chart, and readjusted the miniature ice sculpture centerpieces he made for the party.

Wayne Manor was all lit up and perfectly dusted. Danny ran through his mental checklist. Tabled? Check. Dance floor clean and scuff free? Check. DJ booth and open bar running without issues? Check. Live band setting up with back up instruments and strings? Check. Decorations on point? Oh, he’ll have to get the team to readjust those.

Time to check-

“Danny! How’s it going?” Bruce Wayne beamed and slung an arm around his shoulder.

Danny smiled politely. “Mr. Wayne. Everything is going smoothly. Would you like to check the food the chefs have made?”

“Sure, sure! I definitely need to eat before I drink, haha!”

“That’s a good idea! Good thing you’re about to try a bunch of food.” Danny matched the billionaire’s energy. He’s going to get paid so good.

“So, Danny, are you going to college?”

Danny passed him a small sampler. “Ah, I can’t. Some stuff happened in high school and I don’t really have the grades or the money to.”

Plus, his credentials were in another plane of existence and he hadn’t figured out how to transfer those records yet.

“You could still attend college, I’m sure! Your parents might be able to help pay?” Bruce nommed on the food. He gave a thumbs up.

Danny sighed. “It’s not always an option. Plus, my parents are dead.”

In this universe. His own? Alive and kicking GIW ass.

“Oh, I see-”

“Father.”

“Woah!” Danny blinked, looking down at the baby Wayne the popped up next to his father’s elbow.

“Damian! What’s wrong, kiddo?”

Damian shot his father a flat glare and dragged the laughing billionaire away.

Danny snorted and returned to his tasks. He has to check the speeches and the lighting. Hm… he doesn’t have time to adjust everything how he wants it.

Good thing he knew a guy that could stop time.

“Hey, Clockwork?”

——

“Father, I understand your inclination towards adopting poor black haired and blue eyed orphans, but I would like to remind you that I have far too many siblings to be adding yet another bumbling buffoon.”

“I was not considering that, Damian.”

Damian let go of his wrist with a grimace. “Denial is not becoming of a Wayne, Father.”

“Yeah, B. I could see you grab the adoption papers from all the way over here.” Tim adjusted his tie. “Anyways, Dick is on his way. He’s running a little late because of some stuff in Blüdhaven.”

“Thank you, Tim.”

——

“Batman.”

“Oracle.”

“Look at the footage of Wayne manor.” Oracle pulled up the video surveillance scattered through out the manor. Specifically, the ones of the west ballroom. Daniel Fenton stood in his spot, looking down at his clipboard but a second later, he's moved three inches to the left and the decorations had subtly been moved more aesthetic spots. "I think Danny might be a meta. We'll have to look into him."

Batman stood up, allowing the fondness he had for Danny as Bruce Wayne drain away. This is a potential threat, and Batman will treat him like one. (Danny will remember this.)

"Contact Flash. I need him to scan for any temporal disturbance."

"Understood."

——

"Brucie!" A socialite squealed as she came to bestow hugs upon a long suffering Bruce. "My god, this place is gorgeous! You must give me your planner's number. I could absolutely use some fresh eyes for the Annual Spring Party."

"Awe, Janine! I gotta keep some of the good things to myself!" Bruce whined, inwardly smirking as he saw his kids mock-gagging behind the lady's back. "What if your party's cooler than mine? What should I do then? You're already so gorgeous! Why, is that a Birkin?"

Janine lit up and all but forgot about getting Danny's contact information. Bruce patted his own back for a job well done, even if he had to listen to Janine's itemized list of random luxury goods she had to buy before being offered a bag.

He's a Wayne. The Gotham Hermes wished they could partner with the Waynes. Plus, he's pretty sure he's got at least three of those bags somewhere in the manor to bait out Selina.

Catching Danny sliding in between the servers and going towards the kitchen, Bruce quickly excused himself with a disarming himbo grin.

Time to subtly grill the kid.

——

"Hey, Timmy?"

"Hello, Dick," Tim smiled elegantly at the couple who's companies he was about to bring six feet underground and excused himself. "What's up?"

"Have you noticed that the ice sculptures haven't melted at all?"

Tim blinked, eyes sliding over to a harried Danny being followed by Bruce on a mission. Oof.

"Freeze?" He asked mildly, face innocent of any nefarious thoughts.

"That's what I'm thinking." Dick smiled sunnily, throwing an arm around Tim's shoulders.

"Heard the guy's living out near Crime Alley. We should get Jay to check it out." Tim pretended to laugh, grinning as his brains made plans for a stakeout.

"Heard, my ass. You totally stalked him, didn't you?"

"Got proof?"

Dick snorted, removing his arm. "Nope. I'll let Jay know. You should probably help Danny out, though, he looks like he's about to lose his temper."

"Bruce is at it again." Tim sighed. "Yeah, okay."

[bamjammy]

Uh so my brain decided it was time to get into Ok KO of all things?? I don't mind I really didn't get a chance to properly hyperfixate back in 2021 cuz I watched it right before I fell into... uh... yknow SO THIS is the perfect opportunity for me to finally properly sink my teeth into this yummy meat steak of a show nom nom

Digital doodles below tho it's most my Ok KO OC DJ (who I will probably draw lots more of cuz I like his concept)

Ok bye bye

[cogmin213]

The Immortal have a guardian spirit chapters that i love so much

5 : " I will protect you even if I die " - Cruel to Raven

10 : " If you dont feel confident or feel worthless, think of me who loves you the most " - Cruel to Raven

11 : " even if you destroy the world i wont hate you " - Cruel to Raven

12 : Raven is stronger than Guardian Spirit + coughing blood

17 : [ Guardian spirit can't recognize this marriage! ]

18 : "how much do you think my face is? "

19 : " if we break up, you'll forget everything "

21 : " will they give me money, If I go there myself? That's a lot of money" said by the wanted man name Raven

23 : " I love you captain! " Eckart Lofty to Raven

27 : Live and Altair plans to kidnapping Raven

31 : " My little star " + Altair calling Raven Father

32 : " 🌟 my beautiful face 🌟 " - Raven

36: Hwan brands on Raven's tongue + "which ankle should I break?" - Altair

42 : " come here son "

44: " your grandfather needs to learn to cook again" - said by Raven who doesnt know how to cook

47 : Guardian spirit spamming Raven + Rowena

48 : Altair's diary and he said he harrassed Rowena when they're babies

50 : Rowena and Altair cute sibling quarrel

51 : " Teacher please teach me to dance " said by Rowena who is a president of Fighter Association who mingles with high class people daily

52 : siblings emergency meeting about Rowena problematic behaviour

56 : Eduardo and Stave being rivals to lover

57 : "you gave birth to me"

58 : "me? I never been pregnant?" + " why are you not sleeping? You won't grow taller " Raven (172cm) to Altair (188cm)

59 : " My hyung is my everything "

61 : Live slapping Rowena at the back of her head + DJ Hwan

64 : " I'm a bit of beauty "

66 : Guardian spirit kiss Raven's forehead

68 : Live call Altair hyungnim

71 : Guardian Spirit judging the disciples choice of clothes

72 : Nobles ridicule Raven and disciples appeared

76 : [ Guardian Spirit says marriage is a turn of life event that can lead to either bliss or abyss. If you're unsure, its not a bad idea to live alone for the rest of your life ] + Dan to Live "how did you live like this?"

83 : "the person you will reap next is Live"

84 : " hyung can I see your face? I want to see your face " Raven smiled when he saw his face

85 : nom nom Hwan face

88 : Altair and Live cute sibling moment

89 : I give all my luck for meeting guardian spirit and you

95 : Altair tears

96 : Deceiver looting herbs from Elf King

98 : intkot book acquired

100 : Raven green eyes is crying while reading intkot. The green eyes belongs to Cruel. Cruel is the one who's crying + uncensored name "Deon" + Raven reaction to reading intkot

101 : burning intkot book + Demon King and intkot!Deon love child is canon

[asifyoucouldoutreadme]

Straight-laced Auror Draco Malfoy only wants three things: his book, his bed, and a cuppa. He saw enough trouble in his early life to last the rest of his days, thank-you-very-much. Approaching thirty, he's resigned to fulfilling his marriage contract with Astoria Greengrass and getting on with the years. Unfortunately, Theodore Nott is much less receptive to Draco's chosen path. Following the Ministry's annual Christmas party he drags him to Pansy Parkinson's Annual Rave-mas, bringing Draco in direct contact with a one Hermione Granger and changing his life forever.

-Or-

In an effort to “have fun” and “live a little” good boy Draco Malfoy attends his first rave, a rather on-the-nose affair hosted by Pansy Parkinson. The theme is Rave-mas, the booze and drugs are flowing, and the main act of the night is Lioness, Hermione Granger’s nom de guerre.

Featuring an awkward, smitten Draco; DJ Hermione; Supportive Nott Pott; party planner Pansy; drug dealer Neville; scene boy Goyle; Cormac bashing; rave culture; and Christmas.

[dramioneasks]

Christmas Fics (2024) (Part 9):

A Very Merry Proximity by watchyoubreathingout - M, 2 chapters - “I’m going to propose to Theo.” “Oh, Harry! That’s so wonderful. When?” “On the trip. I want to do it with our family there.” In which Hermione and Draco fake date on a couples ski trip

The Road Back Home by Elinie - G, 3 chapters - Malfoy stopped and checked his watch once more. Midnight was just minutes away. "I’ll make it," he thought, closing his eyes and picturing only one thing: her face, glowing with warmth, as he knocked on the door.

Happy Rave-mas, Draco! by AsIfYouCouldOutReadMe - E, 3 chapters - Straight-laced Auror Draco Malfoy only wants three things: his book, his bed, and a cuppa. He saw enough trouble in his early life to last the rest of his days, thank-you-very-much. Approaching thirty, he's resigned to fulfilling his marriage contract with Astoria Greengrass and getting on with the years. Unfortunately, Theodore Nott is much less receptive to Draco's chosen path. Following the Ministry's Christmas party he drags him to Pansy Parkinson's Second Annual Rave-mas, bringing Draco in direct contact with a one Hermione Granger and changing his life forever. -Or- In an effort to “have fun” and “live a little” good boy Draco Malfoy attends his first rave, a rather on-the-nose affair hosted by Pansy Parkinson. The theme is Rave-mas, the booze and drugs are flowing, and the main act of the night is Lioness, Hermione Granger’s nom de guerre. Featuring an awkward, smitten Draco; DJ Hermione; Supportive NottPott; party planner Pansy; drug dealer Neville; scene boy Goyle; Cormac bashing; rave culture; and tiniest bit of Christmas cheer. Inspired by that one night around the holidays in which everyone is in town, so you go out and get a little reckless.

Hark! A Herald Angel's Wings by makingTime - M, one-shot - The first time Draco Malfoy picks his son up from the school’s nativity rehearsal, Hermione expects she’s in trouble. She hasn’t seen him in 10 years and clearly, much has changed. Now, they’re both divorced, their five-year-olds are best friends and, though she prides herself on being unflappable, her good sense seems about to fly South for the winter… Back at Malfoy Manor, the Master has brought half the grounds in with him, but with the Christmas party coming, that’s the last of Gammy’s worries. He does wish Master Draco would stop behaving so oddly, but then again, if there was anything Gammy was accustomed to, from his many long years as Personal Elf to the Master of the Malfoy Household–it was oddities…

A quite Christmas at Grimmauld Place by darkgreenforest03 - G, one-shot - Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy find themselves stranded together at Grimmauld Place over Christmas Eve due to a tactical mishap during an Order mission. Malfoy, who has been reluctantly assisting the Order after defecting from Voldemort, is under constant suspicion. Hermione, exhausted from the war and herding the chaos of her friends, is less than thrilled to be stuck with him.

The Christmas Where Draco Ruined Nothing by Helledore - T, one-shot - Veritaserum spiked mulled wine can lead to one thing only...

Santa Always Comes by Dizzle00, Sophiesstreet - E, one-shot - “Look at her, Draco. Our witch is looking a bit peckish.” “Do you need us, love?” their blond husband purrs to Hermione, kissing up her neck. “Hungry for more?” “I need both of you,” she whimpers, her petulance from the day before all gone; now she is only sweetness, back on Santa’s nice list--beautiful, golden, and ready to beg. They’ll give her anything she wants. Or In which Draco’s daddy will hear about this, but not the daddy you’d expect. [Draco x Hermione x Blaise]

The Delivery Clause by ThornedHuntress - E, one-shot - Draco Malfoy needed many things from her. His coffee. The financial reports from Shanghai. A swift kick up the arse—though he hadn’t asked for that one, specifically. But there was one more thing he'd need for Christmas and, god help her, Hermione was going to deliver. ~~~ “Draco.” “What?” he muttered, an intense, distant look of focus on his expression, his hips never ceasing. “If you want to get me pregnant, you are going to have to at least attempt to enjoy this at some point.”

Feels Like Home by charingfae - E, one-shot - When Hermione has nowhere to go for the holidays, her very hot, competent, single employer graciously takes her in. As a nanny, she's used to taking care of people. But when Draco offers to take care of her for a change, she doesn't resist. --- Draco stretched languidly in his chair. “I was a terror of a child, if you can believe it.” She drew her hand to her mouth in a faux gasp. “No!” “You’re not allowed to be cruel to me, it’s Christmas.” “You’d rather I be nice to you? But that’s so boring.” He ran his tongue along his lip, his eyes darkening. “Believe me, it’s not.”

[dhr-ao3]

Happy Rave-mas Draco!

Happy Rave-mas, Draco! https://ift.tt/pP4BaXv by AsIfYouCouldOutReadMe Straight-laced Auror Draco Malfoy only wants three things: his book, his bed, and a cuppa. He saw enough trouble in his early life to last the rest of his days, thank you very much. Approaching thirty, he's resigned to fulfilling his marriage contract with Astoria Greengrass and getting on with the years. Unfortunately, Theodore Nott is much less receptive to Draco's chosen path. Following the Ministry's annual Christmas party he drags him to Pansy Parkinson's Annual Rave-mas, bringing Draco in direct contact with a one Hermione Granger and changing his life forever. -Or- In an effort to “have fun” and “live a little” good boy Draco Malfoy attends his first rave, a rather on-the-nose affair hosted by Pansy Parkinson. The theme is Rave-mas, the booze and drugs are flowing, and the main act of the night is Lioness, Hermione Granger’s nom de guerre. Featuring an awkward, smitten Draco; DJ Hermione; Supportive Nott Pott; party planner Pansy; drug dealer Neville; scene boy Goyle; Cormac bashing; rave culture; and Christmas. Words: 5513, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott, Harry Potter, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Cormac McLaggen, Kingsley Shacklebolt Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley Additional Tags: POV Draco Malfoy, DJ Hermione Granger, Good Slytherins, Good Draco Malfoy, Rave, Alcohol, Party, Christmas Party, Recreational Drug Use, Eventual Smut, Pining, Banter, Supportive NottPott, Fluff and Humor, Christmas Fluff, Cormac McLaggen Being an Asshole, Cormac McLaggen Bashing, Baby's first rave, Concerts, Post-Hogwarts, Auror Draco Malfoy, Idiots in Love, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/FTBOShj December 07, 2024 at 06:17PM

[vulnerablequeen]

Nicolas

On est la semaine précédant celle de mes vingt ans. Je suis à l’Abreuvoir (je répète, j’avais 19 ans) avec une de mes amies. On s’apprête à aller au sous-sol.

C’est aussi l’époque où je me commandais des Sex on the Beach au bar, et que j’avais toujours un petit sourire de la part des barmans. Heille, je voulais pas goûter l’alcool dans mes drinks. J’ai le droit. À l’époque, l’Abreuvoir était mon temple et j’étais une adepte depuis plusieurs années. Il y avait tout là-bas; le premier étage style bar sportif pour rencontrer des jocks, la terrasse chauffée pour aller fumer et parler à des p’tits bums et le sous-sol avec les fameuses poles dance pour possiblement frencher. Tout y était. Pourquoi aller ailleurs? 

Mon amie et moi on danse au sous-sol. Le genre de place qui nous transporte directement dans un épisode de Fugueuse. La musique est bonne, c’est du Rihanna. Je sens quelqu’un me regarder au loin. Mon prochain french qui m’attend? Let’s go. Je le regarde en retour et je constate qu’il s’est approché. Wo, il me veut? Alright. 

Oh, ça sera pas mon prochain kiss celui-là. C’est un ami d’enfance, je le connais depuis que je suis née. Je suis contente de le voir par exemple, ça faisait un bail. On jase un peu avant qu’il m’introduise à son ami, Nicolas. Nicolas est cute. Il a un regard perçant, les cheveux en bataille et est vêtu de noir. Il a l’air mystérieux. J’ai peut-être envie de percer le mystère. 

Les gars sont dans le mood pour fêter. Mon amie et moi aussi. Un mariage heureux, rien de moins. 

On décide de migrer vers la terrasse pour que les gars puissent fumer et qu’on s’entende un peu plus parler. Nicolas s’assoit tout de suite à côté de moi, nos cuisses se touchent volontairement. Ok, il ne perd pas de temps, me dis-je. On discute tous les quatre ensemble, on a du fun. On parle du dernier album de Drake, que j’ai dévoré. Nicolas et moi avons la même chanson préférée.

Tu me parles d’un bel adon. 

Plus je regarde Nico, plus il me rappelle quelqu’un. J’ai l’impression que c’est un acteur, mais il vient de me dire qu’il travaille pour la compagnie de son père. Peut-être que j’ai bu trop de drinks sucrés portant un nom risible. 

Mon amie et moi, on veut rentrer chez nous, on est un peu fatiguées. Mon amie est déçue de ne pas avoir frenché, je la comprends. On quitte les gars et je les invite par la bande à ma fête la semaine prochaine au Salon Officiel. Nicolas accepte tout de suite. D’accord, on se verra la semaine prochaine mon beau. 

« Damn, y’est down le gars. As he should. » me dit mon amie. 

Je donne un bec sur la joue à mon amie. J’aime ça quand on me donne des compliments. 

On est le 24 avril 2015, c’est le jour officiel - comme le Salon - de mes 20 ans. Mes ami·es de l’université et moi on fait une tournée des bars sur St-Denis: on va au 3 Amigos manger, on va au St-Bock prendre des shots, on va caler des pichets au St-Sulpice et on fait un arrêt au Pub du Quartier Latin prendre je sais plus quoi. Ça commence à être flou. 

On termine notre course à la boisson au Salon Officiel. Je suis complètement ivre. J’ai pris des shooters, j’ai mélangé les drinks, mais j’ai un bon fond de bouffe donc tout est bien géré. On n’a 20 ans juste une fois, hein?

On arrive au Salon Officiel et je ne vois que Nicolas au fond de la salle, pas loin du DJ booth où Ajust s’en donne à cœur joie. Je vais le rejoindre. Nicolas, pas Ajust, même si son set est excellent. 

« T’es tout seul? », lui lance-je. Mon esprit logique n’était pas invité à ma fête.

« Ouais, j’étais dans le coin. Ton ami d’enfance va arriver plus tard. », me répond Nicolas. 

On se met tout de suite à danser ensemble. Mes ami·es et moi et Nicolas sommes au centre du petit Salon Officiel et on est là pour mettre de l’ambiance. La musique est bonne, il fait chaud, tout est réuni pour que…

Nicolas m’embrasse. Un bec un peu timide, mais sincère. Il ne perd pas de temps. Mes pauvres ami·es vont devoir m’endurer en train de frencher pour un ti-bout. Je suis aussi timide que Nico à ce moment précis, mais l’alcool me donne le kick pour l’embrasser en retour. Y’a beaucoup de va-et-vient dans toute l’histoire.  

On est collés, on se french à grands coups d’insouciance. On a clairement plus conscience que mes ami·es nous regardent se manger la face. Oh well. 20 ans, right? 

Mon ami d’enfance nous rejoint finalement. Il doit être 2h du matin. La soirée a passé cruellement vite. Je lui donne le plus gros câlin du monde. T’sais, un bon câlin de fille saoule qui vient d’entrer dans la vingtaine. Ça saute dans les bras du monde, ça. 

On danse tout le monde ensemble, mes ami·es de l’uni décident de rentrer au bercail. Iels ont été vaillant·es toute la soirée. Allez dormir, mes ami·es. Vous êtes exceptionnel·les. 

Mon ami d’enfance, Nicolas et moi, on n’a pas le goût de se coucher. Nico me dit qu’on peut aller chez son père, vu qu’il n’habite pas loin. Je ne suis pas en état de rencontrer le daron, pense-je. Il nous confirme que son père est à Los Angeles pour le travail. Bon, parfait dans ce cas. 

Que la fête continue. 

On arrive chez le père de Nicolas et… Wow. Quessé ça cette belle maison-là qui n’a l’air de rien à l’extérieur? Les plafonds sont tellement hauts, mais c’est pas écho. Bien pensé, architecturalement parlant. 

On continue à boire, d’autres amis de Nico sont venus nous rejoindre pour un after party qui bat visiblement son plein. C’est l’fun, la vingtaine. On continue à faire des shots, à boire des gin tonic plus gin que tonic. Je suis bien partie, mais étonnement encore présente mentalement. C’est ça l’important. 

On se réchauffe des pizz’ congelées qu’on mange comme de vrais affamé·es. Je suis comblée. C’est comme ça que je voulais fêter ce soir. 

Nicolas m’invite à rester dormir. Il doit être 4h du matin. Je ne me vois pas retourner chez ma mère à ce moment-là, je pense que je lui avais dit que je dormais chez une de mes amies de toute façon. Ton lit ce sera, mon Nico. 

On monte et… pardon? Les escaliers flottants, les immenses chambres, les rideaux qui se baissent automatiquement… Mais où suis-je? 

« Ton père il fait quoi? », demande-je à Nicolas, de la façon la plus indiscrète possible. 

« Il travaille beaucoup disons », me répond Nico. J’oublie cette réponse incomplète et me jette sur le lit. Nicolas me déshabille, c’est cute. Il m’embrasse partout sur le corps. Sur le ventre. Les seins. Les joues. La bouche. Mmm. 

« Nico… Je suis trop saoule. Je te vois flou. Hahahaha. », lui dis-je, en toute honnêteté, en simulant un fou rire afin d’étouffer le possible malaise. 

« Y’a tellement pas de stress Gen. Moi aussi je suis complètement drunk. Hahahaha. » me revient-il, en respectant mes limites et les siennes. 

Une belle fête, quoi. 

On s’endort en cuillère dans son lit terriblement confortable. 

Je me réveille le lendemain matin, ou le matin même, vers 10h. J’ai un mal de tête monstrueux. Je remarque un peu plus le paysage et je suis toujours aussi impressionnée. Nicolas a un énorme projecteur dans sa chambre. Ça doit valoir cher, me suis-je passée comme remarque. 

Moi, je vaux pas grand chose en ce moment. Nico est encore endormi, j’en profite pour me rendre au rez-de-chaussé me claquer un bon verre d’eau.

La place est encore plus belle que la veille. Immenses œuvres d’art qui maquillent les murs, une cour intérieure digne d’une revue d’architecture. Je me sers un verre d’eau dans la somptueuse cuisine et je me retourne vers… des prix? 

Voyons. C’est un Golden Globe, ça? Et ça, un Emmy? Quoi? 

Attends. 

Je m’approche d’une photo regroupant plusieurs personnes et je vois Matthew McConaughey. Puis…

Jean-Marc Vallée. 

Attends minute. Attends. Attends. Attends. 

Je suis chez… Jean-Marc Vallée. 

Je ne vois que des photos de lui par la suite, avec Nicolas et son grand frère. 

Je sais où j’ai vu Nicolas. Dans C.R.A.Z.Y. Le petit frère. 

Tout devient clair. Mon mal de tête est quasiment parti tellement que mon cerveau est illuminé en ce moment. 

Nicolas descend. Il me voit devant toutes les décorations d’or. Il comprend que je comprends. 

« Ton père c’est fucking Jean-Marc Vallée? » lui lance-je, visiblement sous le choc. 

« Le seul et l’unique! » me répond-t-il, avec un beau sourire. Il a l’air fier. Il a raison de l’être. 

Je suis terriblement hangover, mais fière aussi d’être chez un homme que j’admire. 

Je ne pouvais pas mieux commencer ma vingtaine.  *** Aujourd'hui, c'est émotif pour moi de partager cette nouvelle-là. Je n'ai pas revu Nicolas après ça, mais je suis chanceuse d'avoir eu connaissance de la fierté et de l'amour qu'un fils porte envers son père aussi prolifique. La mort de Jean-Marc Vallée est une tragédie, tant pour sa famille que pour le cinéma et la télévision. Je chéris réellement cette histoire, plus particulièrement depuis son décès. J'aurai toujours une pensée pour ses fils.

[narnsandbobles]

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ME AFTYER EATING MY WIFE. ISNMPIRED BY ART @bichambered-reservoir MADE A BIT AGOP.. (GAUUURH SORRY 4 THE @ i wanted to credit it,)

[same-name-supremacy]

What are the things that the campers do when their nervous? Would Ginnifer's have something do to with her hat?

Opal: Nervous laugh?

Glenn: Huddle into himself, curl up into a ball.

Heath: He is too iconic to be nervous.

Danika: She be stabbing. Joking, She’d be looking angry, but she be nervous.

Leshawn: I don’t see him having a nervous stim

Ginnifer: She doesn’t get nervous! Her vibes are too good for nerves!

DJ: If someone gets her nervous. They will die. She’d probably cry. WHICH IS WHY THEY’LL DIE IF THEY MAKE DJ CRY.

Lincoln: Cry probably

Bryson: Tug on those hoodie drawstrings

Trin: She’d chew on her chewelry necklace

Harriet: Ramble.

Corey: I don't see him having a nervous stim if I'm being honest

Seth: Play with his hands

Jody: Tug on her hair

Issac: Bite something. Nom nom

Taylor: Ramble.

Kam and Sam: Hug eachother obviously

Justine: being nervous causes wrinkles… sorry.

Noelle: It's kinda hard to tell when she's nervous.

Evan: Doesn’t get nervous! GAINS!

Elizabeth: Stare into your soul.

Alejandra: Fiddling the her expensive bracelets.

Simon: complain to Jody. He seems like the type of guy to use women to fix their problems

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Do you think Chris feels anything when he sees his OG Avengers co-stars working with directors like Christopher Nolan and Wes Anderson in awards bait films? Even Mark Ruffalo has Little Things coming up which I think will be an awards contender. Heck, Hemsworth is working with George Miller. I know he's not everyone's cup of tea, but he's an esteemed director. Meanwhile, Chris is doing mediocre fare like Ghosted and Red One.

It's funny because in 2019, I thought he was on the right track doing KO and DJ. But it's all topsy turvy now.

I think he probably does feel some kind of way, yes, because we saw those little flashes of his personal issues shining through when he was making comments about Ana's Oscar nom during Ghosted press. He may say in interviews he doesn't care, that he's content with his career, but there's something on a deeper level that's digging at him.

And I think the derailment was two-fold: Jim Toth leaving CAA in 2019, Covid shutdown in 2020. Never, ever forget - it was Jim Toth who orchestrated Matthew McConaughey's rebranding from Himbo to Oscar-winning serious actor. I think Toth was looking at something different for Chris, even if it wasn't entirely working out in execution. He got him chances to be a producer, and a chance to be a director, as well as a chance to go back to theater. He started to get him looking at more dramatic projects, like The Devil All the Time and Defending Jacob. Chris may have gone after Knives Out, but Jim would have still negotiated it for him.

But the agent can also only do so much, since it's still on the client to pick the projects, and we've seen over the years that Chris has what is termed a "bad picker" for scripts. Perhaps his new agent doesn't now how to compensate or course correct for that.

[dystopiakawa]

Décembre 2012 mon aventure commence sur Gw2, je crée un rodeuse humaine du nom de Dystopiä.

11 ans plus tard, mon personnage a bien changé

Aujourd'hui, j'ai 33 personnages, 16 explorations de la tyrie (carte du jeu de base). Une 10 aines de légendaire.

Puis un Nécro asura du nom de Grëns qui deviendra mon main.

11 ans plus tard il a la coupe Punk ^^

Puis une élémentaliste humaine du nm de Dizzy witch

Mais qui a entre temps changé de nom, elle s'appelle Dizzy Jólakotturin mon perso spécial Noël, je vous laisse deviner pourquoi.

Mon envout asura du nom de Noïsiä, comme les dj Neerlandais

OMG avec la vieille arche du lion en fond ^^

Un ingénieur sylvari qui me servira de banque ^^ avec un objectif avoir un DK dans son nom Daïchiro Kazama très influencé par Tekken.

Ensuite y a eut la rencontre de celui qui est mon mari aujourd'hui motard qui inspirera mon envoût' humaine, Kawa Zaki

Elle a changé +10 fois de couleur de cheveux ! (sachant que c'est au moins 10-15€ le kit)

Blonde

BLUE

Puis rouge sang

Puis PINK avec sa première légendaire Crépuscule

de nouveau blonde !

Elle sera mon main en Raid.

Sans oublier Ilda de Polaris influencé par Saint Seya, qui reste à l'arche du lion une ville dans laquelle on peut faire des métiers pour y craft des items.

Très rôle play en blanc !

Ensuite j'ai voulu test voleur j'ai detesté mais gardé pour l'explo.

La rose à des épines sentait les qu'il disait

Boblard, tu m'as tellement fait chier avec ça que je voulais créer une sylvari guard

Personnage créer en duo avec mon mari Kaitlyn Clockwork et sa soeur Melissa Clockwork

Aujourd'hui, elle est mon Main support en Mcm (désolé pour les termes geek)

J'ai créé Jónsi mon Guard magnifique

et Arya Stark de Game Of Thrones en mode revenenante

Hryggjarsulana qui ressemble fortement à Lorena Krasiki dans true blood

Pour finir mes deux mains Elementaliste

Hinrinika Vatnajökulll

et Majiraru Sæglópur

Ma largos avec ses congénères !

[resvercitta]

Look My Way : l'amour écrit dans les étoiles?

Une semaine que le clip musical de VivziePop nous est parvenu et même avec les VOSTFR (merci encore) de rigueur pour nous faire patienter la reprise de la saison 2 HelluvaBoss en 2024.

Et on peut dire que l'animation ne perd pas en superbe tant dans l'esthétique que dans l'approfondissement dramaturgique du Stolitz. Mazette, quelle débauche de couleurs et d"effets...

Après avoir exulté face à l'amour pur et sain incarné dans les deux derniers volets par le OzzieFizz, il nous faut renouer avec la joie douce-amère d'entendre un chant désespéré. Pour un amour censé 'être écrit dans les étoiles" mais fatalement voué à l'échec.

On a beau lire et écrire dans les commentaires ou analyses Youtube que Stolas et Blitz en faisant un pas vers l'autre, avec de la communication non voilée et sans biais pourraient parvenir à ouvrir leurs coeurs respectifs et donc vivre leur idylle, et bien l'équipe de Vivzie est là pour nous rappeler que eh bien... c'est compliqué ma foi tout ça et que ça n'est pas si simple.

C'est frustrant mais c'est beau. Car tout public sensé que nous sommes, l'amour impossible est un thème intarissable.

Je me suis permise d'épier la vidéo dans ses recoins, histoire d'être à l'affût de que ce petit bijou de quelques minutes donnait à voir au-delà des mots, ce qui est l'atout de l'image animée de surcroît.

Rappelons que les paroles et arrangements d'origine sont issus de la chanson du même nom par Paranoid DJ il y a plus de deux ans. Etre 'canonisé' doit faire chaud au coeur et contribue au lore Stoliz à quelques nuances près mais nous pourrons y revenir tout à l'heure.

VivziePop n'est certes pas partie de rien mais elle et Bryce Pinkham (doubleur de Stolas, belle voix de Broadway) se sont appropriés cette contribution avec panache et talent.

Histoire d'inaugurer mon arrivée (tardive) sur la sphère Tumblr, je clôture cette intro et m'en vais écrire un second billet pour dérouler la pelote astrale de 'Look My Way'.

[disparate-gallery]

RONDO Une exposition de PALEFROI

𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗟𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗜 𝟯 𝗝𝗨𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗧

+ CONCERT : FUNFUNFUNERAL (poly pop) + Dj set : JEN JEN

EXPOSITION DU MERCREDI 3 AU DIMANCHE 28 JUILLET 2024 À LA FABRIQUE POLA

L'exposition “Rondo” se propose d'expliquer pourquoi les Rouges-gorges ont toujours soif. De la même manière, pourra-t-on comprendre un peu mieux ce que font les Ratons laveurs, la nuit, et se poser sérieusement la question du légume préféré des Flamants roses. Enfin et surtout, il s'agira de remettre en perspective le soi-disant “optimisme” des Rhinocéros.

Palefroi est le nom sous lequel Marion Jdanoff et Damien Tran font des choses ensemble : éditer des livres, des sérigraphies, peindre des peintures et animer des dessins.

C'est aussi une sorte d'animal, comme par hasard.

◆ 𝗣𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗜 ◆ facebook.com/palefroi instagram.com/palefroi www.palefroi.net

Dans le cadre du 𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝟭𝟭 RENCONTRES INTERNATIONALES DE MICRO-ÉDITIONS, FANZINES & MULTIPLES

Organisé par l’association DISPARATE Avec le soutien de la DRAC Nouvelle-Aquitaine et la ville de Bordeaux En partenariat avec la Fabrique Pola zinefest.fr