#flic

[cycade]

[shihlun]

Masahiro Kobayashi

- Flic

2005

[rusticpotatoes]

dimanche soir on a été coller. vraiment aucune de nous ne devait y être (genre moi j'étais censée être chez mon frère).

j'y vais, mais je dis que moi je guette, je colle pas.

3e collage, on voit un mec en face à sa fenêtre + sur son téléphone et une camionnette passer. on se disperse mais moi j'avais le reflex de T. donc je la cherchais et on finit par se retrouver toustes sur la même place et là bim.

camionnette banalisée avec les gros chiens + 4x4 de la nationale + voiture de police + la bac qui nous interpelle. c'était lunaire, 9 flics pour 7 pauvres colleureuses.

askip iels ont été appelés pour des tags sur le Beffroi (aka un monument historique donc on n'y touche archi pas). en temps normal j'aurais eu grave peur mais ptdrr ces meufs sont insupportables, trop insolentes et téméraires, du coup j'étais juste mdr.

[coffeenuts]

Parasise Flycatcher Story by Zahoor-Salmi https://flic.kr/p/vbK61z

[rodglacial]

Dédicace POLAR80 (Mars 2024)

[vagabondageautourdesoi]

Niko Tackian - Triangle noir

Le dernier Niko Tackian

Niko Tackian propose son dixième roman, Triangle noir, un thriller, plus sombre que les précédents, à l’image de l’ambiance actuelle, où s’introduit l’intelligence artificielle au service d’une enquête. Comme toujours, l’écrivain sait rendre compte de son époque à partir de meurtres qui touchent uniquement des jeunes hommes tombés aux mains d’un ou des assassins aux théories maléfiques et…

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

‘Can you wait for me?’ Flic asked as Jonas fiddled nervously with his tie. He was eager to go; the sooner they left the sooner he thought he’d be able to leave again. Realistically, he knew that wasn’t how it worked, but it was a nice enough pipedream.

'You think I was gonna go alone?’ Jonas asked, barely able to keep the disbelief from his voice.

From behind the bathroom door, Flic laughed. 'Just saying,’ she teased. 'You might want to go meet someone else. Getting bored of all this.’

Jonas stood stock still until she opened the door. His disagreement got caught in his throat at the sight of her. She had her hair up in some intricate looking plait. While her makeup was usually subtle, now she had coloured eyeshadow on and dark lipstick. The dress she wore wasn’t form fitting, but somehow that was better.

With effort, Jonas swallowed; he tried to ignore the butterflies that had come alive in his stomach. 'I love you,’ he said.

Flic stepped closer to him, shorter than normal with no heels, and stood on tiptoes to place a quick kiss on his cheek. 'Love you too,’ she said, before slipping away to finish getting ready; leaving Jonas to try figuring out why he felt as though he were falling in love with her all over again.

[mehundmeh]

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[cycade]

[shihlun]

Masahiro Kobayashi

- Flic

2005

[worldtalks]

Sights by the beach

[lesbiansanemi]

Chainsaw man is ridiculous because you’ll recommend it to people like “yeah it’s one of the best stories of all time, I can literally feel it in my fucking guts, it’s such a good commentary on the nature of humanity as a whole, it will change you as a person” but like,,, it’s called fucking chainsaw man. who let that happen.

[zegalba]

André Heller: Flic Flac (1981)

[bonyfish]

There are some downsides to my haphazard gig work and freelance lifestyle, but a big upside is if I wake up to a dense fog advisory, I can roll out of bed, grab a muffin and a weird old camera loaded with expired film, and proceed directly to the swamp.

(above photos taken with my phone, as said 65-year-expired film is still in the developer bath)

[vagabondageautourdesoi]

Olivier Merle - Les entrailles du mal

Trois ambiances se complètent dans le roman policier proposé par Olivier Merle avec Les entrailles du mal. Celui-ci est le dernier volume d’une trilogie, que je n’ai pas lu, censé expliquer la personnalité de son enquêteur, Hubert Grimm. Ce véritable thriller, Les entrailles du mal, a une intensité qui ne faiblit pas scotchant son lecteur et l’obligeant à s’identifier à l’homme plus qu’à…

[thevoyageurmoteplass-writing]

Jonas tentatively pressed the healing wound on his bicep. It still stung slightly, the scar tissue tender, but at least it wasn’t splitting anymore. It itched like hell though, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to cope with that.

‘Will you stop?’ said Flic, drawing his attention to her reflection. She was standing behind him, sleep still clung to the corners of her eyes.

She must have seen something in Jonas’s expression that he’d tried to conceal. Her brows furrowed and she stepped closer, rested a careful hand over his scar. Any of her previous sleepiness was gone in an instant.

‘We’ll get out of this one day,’ she said, before placing a soft kiss on his lips, hand still resting almost protectively on his arm.

‘Thanks,’ he said once he’d finally pulled away, though deep down he knew that technically she’d never been in it. She’d always been on the periphery, and for once a small part of him disliked her attempts at being there for him with it all. For acting as though it was something they had to face together when she could close the door and draw a line underneath it. And he simply couldn’t.