#her name is cocotte

[r3db3ans]

5 - BITTYBONES ARE BEING REAL?

? : hey weirdo, your hen is carrying a fucking corpse.

Me : ...Wha??? You're joking, or lying about something, she can't. She's... too small... at least for me.

?: why would i lie about this kind of shit? just go see by yourself.

Me : ...Can't you just show me where is my lil' chicken right now..?

? : ....

Me : ....

? : 'right, but you take my jacket, and don't you even dare to get it dirty...

? : see? SEE????

Me : ....Oh, this kind of corpse.

a few moments later ...

DAY 2 - 12:23 AM

The little buddy said that he saw my chicken carrying a ... 'corpse'

Looks like it was another little skeleton.

...

So...i guess he wasn't lying?

Maybe I should ask them their names. It's going to be hard to talk to each other otherwise...

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[stonerzelda]

I hipe she likessss ittttt

[e-adlirez]

WAAAGGHHH,,, VIOLIN CHILD,,

To aid me on my quest of extreme procrastination, I've decided to translate the French version of The Dragon's Code. For context, the non-English versions of the Thea Stilton books have little extended scenes at the end that are basically just the main characters chilling after solving the mystery. There's quite a bit to translate, so I'm breaking it up and just translating one character per post.

Starting off with Violet!

Right off the bat she writes a letter to Colette, complaining about the nicknames that they gave Vi. She acknowledges the other nicknames Colette gives her friends, like calling Pamela "Pam" and Nicky "Nic" (And Violet points out that it's a bit excessive, since Nicky's already an abbreviated name). Violet then addresses the nicknames that Colette gave her: "Vivi" and "Princess". She hates these nicknames with a burning passion.

In fact, Violet is being so incredibly petty about it that she comes up with a couple of amazing nicknames for Colette to get back at her. My favorites include:

"Collante": Sticky

"Cocotte": Casserole

"Colique": Colic (I had to look this one up to understand the joke; Colic is frequent, prolonged and intense crying or fussiness in a healthy infant. Violet's basically using a fancy term for cry-baby.)

These jokes wouldn't have worked as well in the English version, but they're hilarious in French.

Then she writes a list of various things that annoy her, like loud music (dangit pamela), nicknames (looking at you colette), people who talk while she's trying to study, etc., etc.

However, the next letter Violet writes is to her parents, in which she mentions that she has some new friends! She's like: "Hey Dad, I know I'm terribly shy and introverted and most people view me as a dismissive, short-tempered person, but I have friends now! Even I'm surprised by this development!"

Honestly, it's very sweet to see how much happier Violet is after properly getting to know and become friends with the other Thea Sisters. Despite all of their differences, Violet has grown to appreciate their company and uniqueness. She ends off her letter with a hopeful little note:

"P.S: Raxford (Mouseford in other translations) has an amphitheatre where we can give concerts. Wouldn't it be great if we could organize one and have you come?"

All in all, very cute extended scenes :)

[perle-in-her-boudoir]

My perfume rotation

I am big on perfumes, as it is one of my hyperfixations. This hobby is almost obsessive, as I only think about perfumes on day's end, especially if someone wished to find its signature perfume around me. I absolutly will ask a lot of questions, do my reasearch, scramble and present a selection to that person. I love the thrill of the search, the testing, trials and errors, and finally the choice. I found signature perfumes for a lot of my friends, and my boyfriend have also his perfumes (he doesn't have a signature one, but two, which is the next best thing.) But there's one thing : I don't have a signature, but a rotation. I can't choose for the life of me, and it's honestly bothersome. I recently decided to roll for a while with the rotation, and eliminate until I stick to one. Anyway, let's get to it!

Insolence, Guerlain

It was, for 2 years, my signature perfume. I fell in love when it was in the famous bee bottle, but alas I was too late and I missed it and bought it bottled like in the picture, the "La petite robe noire bottle" (I hate that choice, it makes the presentation so bland). The top note is violet flower, which is my favorite scent as it reminds me of the candies of my childhood. It has notes of red berries, orange blossom, and vanilla and iris which gives its powdery scent. I loved the powdery scent with a twist of berries, as it gave a malicious twist to the traditionnal powder. To me, this scent was charming, flirty, light yet present and complementary to my own self image and skin scent. Alas, I think I grew up quite a bit in those last years, and I changed and now it doesn't fit me as much anymore. I am finishing my bottle and I won't buy it again for myself, but I'll keep a fond memory of Insolence.

Putain des Palaces, Etat Libre d'Orange

In my quest to find the successor of Insolence as my signature perfume, I found this gem. This perfume is provocative from the get go (the name translates to "Whore of the Palace") and is described as the scent of a courtesan: powdery with an animalistic and sensual twist. The powdery scent is given with notes of violet (my love!), rose, mandarine, lily of the valley and musk, and the animalistic scent is reprensented by leather, amber and ginger notes. I read here that it smells like sex, and I somewhat agree: it is an erotic scent, yet sophisticated, luxurious and very feminine. It also has that very vintage feel, hence the "grandma" vibe some think but I don't agree, as the blend of notes is very modern at the end of the day. I am absolutly in love with this violet wrapped in leather and lace, and damn I feel like a cocotte in the best way and it is exactly the vibe I want to have to me. Sexy, humourous, sensual, sharp and alluring.

Le Régent, Oriza L. Legrand

Named after the biggest diamond on the French Crown, this perfume from the oldest perfume house in France had me by surprise. I went to the Oriza L. Legrand boutique in Paris back in december to smell Jardins d'Aramide, which was a floral perfume I thought I would like. I was utterly disappointed when I smelled it, so I decided to make my trip worthwhile and to smell every single one of the perfume in the shop. To the first spray, this one was very good, but when I walked out in the street with it on my wrist? I was bewitched. I couldn't stop sniffing my own wrist. This one has no trace of the beloved violet, but this warm, soft, vanilla benzoin had me melting. Think Hypnotic poison by Dior, but warmer and better. It had me running back to the store buying it 3 hours after the initial spray. My boyfriend is in love with this one (and fell in love with Peau d'Espagne of the same house). Le Régent makes me smell like a queen, with a warming and soft presence, but with all her majesty.

La dame aux Camélias, Les cocottes de Paris

Hear me out. You understood that Putain des Palaces and Le Régent are amazing but, let's say, not subtle. I am a french teacher in middle school in France, and I have to smell good as I can be close to my students, yet subtle and demure to not bother them. This one right here does the job : La dame of Camélias is a soft floral powdery perfume with notes of verbena, orange blossom, cardamom, rose, iris, camelia (duh), musk, tonka bean and juniper. It is fresh, powdery as I like, discreet and has the name of the protagonist of french novelist Alexandre Dumas' La dame aux Camélias, which is a plus to me, as I love the silliness to match my litt teacher's vibe to my perfume lol. Maybe one day I'll be tired of buying it only for working and prefer a cheaper option, but for now I am happy with this one. It will never be Perle's signature perfume, but to my students and colleagues it will be Miss *****'s signature perfume.

Which one will be the winner and be my signature scent? Only time will tell!

Bisous,

Perle .

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 101

THE POWER OF CHRISTMAS!

Last episode, Kale went berserk and wrecked everyone’s shit and it was awesome.  This episode, she doesn’t remember any of it. 

Also, Goku tried to start a showdown with Jiren, but then Top jumped in to screw it up.  His plan is for a separate squad of Pride Troopers to handle Goku while Top and Jiren withdraw to conserve their strength for later. 

Caulifla thinks Goku is going to try to take Kale out while she’s down, but before they can argue over that, the other Pride Troopers show up.  I’m a little fuzzy on the backstory here, but my understanding is that they created the three “main” Pride Troopers first-- Jiren, Top, and Dyspo-- then added the others to fill out the team.  So these are kind of the B-team guys. 

From left to right: Tupper (nice mustache), Zoire (the little guy), General Kahseral (with the beret), Cocotte (the woman) and Kettle (the big green one). 

Goku suggests that the ladies withdraw, since he’s the one they’re after, but Caulifla insists on sticking around for this.  As for Kale, Caulifla believes in her, and Kale’s too devoted to Caulifla to back out now.

Elsewhere, Master Roshi whips out that paralyzing attack he used on Goku back in the 21st Budokai.  His target, the Preecho, can’t move, but neither can he, so this would be a stalemate, except...

Roshi has backup in the form of Tien.  One Ki Ko Ho later, and Universe 3 loses another guy.

To Gohan’s credit, his half of the team has done well so far, sticking to the original strategy and working together to fight only when necessary.  They’ve taken down a few opponents, and they’ve only lost Krillin, who must have left the group to save 18.  But now that Kale’s tantrum has wrecked the fighting stage, everyone’s gotten separated, and as they start to regroup, Frieza and Vegeta rejoin the others.  But Goku, 17, and 18 remain unaccounted for.

Oh yeah, Frieza brought a plus one to this team meeting.  Vegeta says he was beating this guy up, but Frieza swiped him.  So Frieza tosses him over the side and that’s the end of .... sigh... Murichim.  I hate having to look up these guys’ names every single time. 

What kills me is that Murichim was the only Universe 10 guy they even showed during the prelude to this tournament.  This is why I was so harsh on that third-quarter of Dragon Ball Super.  In theory, those episodes were supposed to introduce all the new characters who would be in the tournament, but many of them aren’t even in the tournament long enough to matter.  When they showed the U10 team several episodes ago, they were all clad in black robes, like it was some sort of big secret that they didn’t want us to see.  Murichim was the only one without a robe, as if he was the most important, the one they did want us to see.  Well, this is it, right here.  This shot of Frieza manhandling him after defeating him off-screen is the big moment for U10′s star player.  

Well, let’s turn our attention to the Pride Troopers’ fight.  Tupper grabs Goku and uses his power to alter his mass to immobilize him.  Everyone’s always hugging Goku.

Zoire has tornado powers, so he can attack Goku that way while Tupper holds him in place. 

Kettle has... well, he just uses Hellzone Grenade on Caulifla.  I mean, that’s a cool move, and it’s nothing to sneeze at, but we’ve seen it before. 

Cocotte traps Kale in an “alternate dimension bubble” so she won’t get in the way of their mission.

And Kahseral can just stand back and gloat... until 17 and 18 show up to even the odds.  Now it’s five against five, and Kahseral has to use his own power-- energy swords-- to fight off the newcomers. 

17 keeps Kahseral busy while 18 gets Goku free from Tupper.  Tupper tries some other move where he rollls around like a big tire, but 18 just rolls him over to the edge of the stage, where his mass proves to be too much for the stage to hold. 

I mean, I like destructible backgrounds as much as the next guy, but it’s weird how the Grand Minister spent 40 hours building this ring out of super-indestructible metal, and then he ordered three of the Destroyers to test and reinforce the whole thing, and yet it takes such a pounding from the fighters.  I mean, it just shows off how strong everyone is, but at the same time, it also makes the ring look really flimsy. 

Zoire radios Khaseral about this development, and so he changes tactics.  Instead of fighting all five of these guys, he’s going to play it safe and focus his squad on Caulifla.  To that end he ditches 17 and regroups with the others.  Cocotte makes another bubble around them so they can attack Caulifla without any interference...

And Kale can’t do anything but watch helplessly as her “sworn sister” gets pummeled.  The term “sworn sister” gets thrown around a lot in the dub of this episode, and so I looked it up to get some context and the first thing I found was an article about a “marriage resistance movement” in late 19th/early 20th century China, where women would band together to avoid marrying men.  A lot of them were lesbians, as you might imagine.  So Funimation isn’t exactly being too subtle about this, which is fine, because Toei wasn’t very subtle about this in the first place. 

So Kale is horrified but Caulifla vows to defend her no matter what, which brings Kale to tears, and she’s so frustrated with her helplessness that she transforms again and....

Well, two things happen.  First, she breaks out of Cocotte’s bubble.  Second, her Super Saiyan form is different this time, like she’s only half-Legendary, and she can access the power without going bonkers. 

The significance of this is lost on the Pride Troopers, who try to finish off the Saiyans with their finest hand lasers....

But they’re no match for Caulifla and Kale’s hand lasers.  Caulifla powers up to SSJ2, and Kale beefs up into her max power form, although she seems to retain her sense of self.

And just like that, three more Pride Troopers take the big plunge. 

And Kale passes out again. Caulifla must have a dozen hair ties in her pants. 

But Cocotte is still okay because she’s surrounded herself with a bubble, so she can’t be hurt.  Well, that’s fine, because 18 can just throw the whole bubble out of the ring, and eliminate Cocotte along with it.  I get the impression that the Pride Troopers never seriously considered the rules of the tournament before they got here. 

So Caulifla carries Kale to safety, and Goku just lets her leave.  Even Caulifla finds this hard to believe, and 17 and 18 are confused, but Goku says he can tell the girls are going to get a lot stronger by the end of this thing, and he wants to fight them later, when they’re at their strongest.  18 finds this foolish, but 17 humors him, saying it’s the human thing to do, or rather the Saiyan thing to do. 

And as Caulifla sneaks off with Kale, KISS plays them off the show with the stirring love ballad “Forever.”  Everyone in the stands holds up lighters.  Or the flashlight on their smartphones.  Before those were invented, people held up cigarette lighters. 

Or they just made their eyes glow.  That’s how they do it in Universe 2.

[indiscreetdiary]

Henry ‘Chips’ Channon: The Diaries (vol. 1), 1918-38, entry for Friday 11th January 1918

The peace farce between the Germans and the Russians still goes on.¹ President Wilson² echoing Lloyd George³ has made a great speech which has produced much comment; he names fourteen conditions as a premise for discussing peace. Will the Boche answer? Mme d’Hautpoul⁴ was lovely and an unfortunate incident resulted. As she was waiting for us in the foyer of the Ritz whilst we fetched our hats, a man approached her and began to talk in American. Cécile drew herself up and said severely: ‘I am not one cocotte, I am one comtesse.’ Her admirer indignantly replied: ‘I am a congressman …’ ‘Caillaux⁵ is also one congressman,’ Cécile answered as she walked away. The Ritz is ever the centre of all that the pre-war epoch has left to us. There are beautiful ladies, English generals, royalties incognito, statesmen en route from one conference to another, officers from the Supreme War Council at Versailles,⁶ etc.

Negotiations following the decision of the recently formed Bolshevik government in Russia to withdraw from the war against Germany and Austria-Hungary. The discussions would end in the Treaty of Brest-Litovsk, concluded on 3rd March 1918.

Woodrow Wilson (1856–1924) was 28th President of the United States of America.

David Lloyd George (1863–1945) was Liberal MP for Caernarvon Boroughs from 1890 to 1945. He was Prime Minister of Great Britain from 1916 to 1922, and of Ireland from 1916 to 1921, and leader of the Liberal Party from 1926 to 1931. Lloyd George had outlined his country’s war aims on 5th January, which Wilson quickly followed with his own, set out in fourteen points.

Cécile Antoinette des Roys (1873–1949), widow of Raymond, comte d’Hautpoul (1867–1911).

Joseph Caillaux (1863–1944), Prime Minister of France from 1911 to 1912, was about to stand trial for treason for his defeatist policy of concluding a peace with Germany at the expense of Great Britain.

Following an agreement between the French, British and Italian governments, a supreme Allied command had been established at Versailles in the autumn of 1917.

[madamemorisot]

In 1881, as in the preceding years, the Impressionists organized an exhibition of their works — the sixth; Berthe sent a pleín ar study of her daughter and nurse, a young woman in pink, a portrait now in the Santamarina Collection in Buenos Aires, a portrait of a child, a landscape, and several pastel sketches.

That same year the Eugéne Manets rented a little house at Bougival that they were to keep for several years. Berthe painted a great deal in the garden, using her daughter as a model. In a letter to a friend she wrote about her daughter:

“How grateful I am to you for your fondness for my sweet Chichi. Since you ask about her habits and tastes, T shall tell you that she likes the street more than anything in the world, that she makes advances to all the children in Bougival, and is very popular there. From every door one hears, “Good day, Mademoiselle Julie". When she is asked her name she answers very politely, “Bibi Manet”. This made two cocottes walking along the bank  laugh till they cried. They no doubt thought that she was the daughter of the famous Manet put out to nurse in this village of boating girls.“Mama is much less attractive than the daughter; she is ageing visibly and is still at work.“Dear friend, you still have a lot to learn; the love of art, as you call it, or simply the love, the habit of any work, does not diminish with the years. Teis this that reconciles us to our wrinkles and white hair.“Chichi is charming but leaves much to be desired as an intellectual companion; and I live in such great solitude that I should be worthy of pity if I did not find something to keep me busy. You know that I have always had a need for activity, and now this need is gratified only by my work Bibi, and reading. I have no friends left, of either sex; some have deserted me, and you, you are far away! And T have lost the dear duchess .. ”

[fcllederage]

Hyacinthe completely ignored the poor waiter who, in any case, did not need any more attention. Once the door was closed, she could not help but let out a sigh of relief. For a brief second, this closed door meant safety, finally. Only for a second. Because the stranger was still here, although he made absolutely no move towards her, showed absolutely no interest, she did not trust that. Not after everything. Did she listen to his name? Not at all. Lost in her thoughts. Only reacting when he dumped his luggage on his bed, she jumped slightly and looked over her shoulder. "I'm not. I'm just being polite." In fact, she was merely trying to reassure herself by talking, as if this would save her from a potential threat.

A few minutes of sitting in silence later, the queen got up and walked around the beds towards the large window only to close the blinds. Their bedroom was on the ground floor, some cars were even parked directly in front of it. Everyone could peer through the window easily. The blinds snapped shut and she spun around on her heels in the dimly lit room. Briefly, her eyes darted towards the inside of his luggage. All she saw was a bunch of colorful square papers that looked like origami or what, back in France, she called "une cocotte" and way too much money. Her eyes widened ever so slightly as she walked away towards her own luggage filled with makeup, makeup removing wipes, shower items and a change of cozy boy clothes.

Equipped with everything she needed to shower as well as her boy clothes, she marched her way towards the bathroom without looking where she stepped, eyes darting back to the stranger's suitcase. BAM. Her forehead slammed against the top of the doorframe. She did not fall but took a few steps back, holding her head. Why did she have to be too tall for everything? Or, in this case, why was the door so low!? "Putain de merde !" she muttered, stammering to her bed to sit on it.

oh he did realize , the moment he saw her ; yet questioning it was the last thing on his mind . he couldn't expect a less marginalized person in this hour of the night and in a place like this , yet it didn't bother him . what bothered him was the fact that she seemed slightly snappy toward him - the salesman doesn't deal well with being mocked , snapped at and ignored and in a way she was doing most of it . a burger , right , he turns toward the waiter with a sweet grin as if to say you heard her , and hands him the menu as a wordless gesture of kicking him out . the guy was already looking between them like he had a million questions ; yejun's suspicions are proved right when the waiter gives him a wink before the door is shut to his face . ‘ minwoo . ‘ a fake name , somehow his favorite to give to the strangers that don't intend to stay in his life for too long . while she undresses , yeju- minwoo brings his suitcase on the bed to rearrange the content inside it . eyes dutifully cast down , though he heard the ruffling of clothes and everything . from the corner of his eye he could see her boots - how did she walk in them ? ‘ you don't have to start a small conversation with me to be polite , ma'am . ‘ he didn't even ask for her name , that's something he realizes a little too late . decides not to dwell on it , she'll probably say it if she feels like it . inside his suitcase there are a few ddakji cards , lots of money and a key tucked beneath a tape . he's taken off his suit jacket and tie , seated on the edge of the bed with a few buttons undone .

[camilleflyingrotten]

@persephonesiren suggested on Twitter a Cabaret dancer Elias and... I came up with Cocotte. She’s a beautiful massive lady and she is very much in love with her tiny painter Adam 💕

[pearlyatelier]

Vive La Cocotte - Vivienne Westwood

Vive La Cocotte – fall, 1995

On March 18th, 1995, Vivienne Westwood would present her 1995 fall collection “Viva Le Cocotte” at the Louvre Carrousel in Paris, France. The collection was heavily inspired by France and French history featuring Rococo gowns, 17th century dress, and 1890s structured suits. This is reinforced by the title “Vive Le Cocotte” or “long live the cocotte”. A cocotte was a high-class prostitute in the Belle Epoque era or the 18th century. The name literally states that the Cocotte has been brought to the present through Westwood’s designs. The collection also highlighted and exaggerated the Female figure with its use of corsets, bustier, and bustles. The pieces in the collection also represent the women who oversee their own lives and cultivate a life for themselves. Relating back to Westwood’s roots in punk and activism.  

[lady-moriel]

Part #20

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Моя группа ВК, история на русском.

I just love her face on the last screenshot. 🤣

Klaus: Good afternoon, dear, won't it make it difficult for you to prepare a sumptuous dinner for a noble heroes? Your gourmet chicken in honey sauce, mushrooms, stewed vegetables. In general, yes, more meat! We are pretty hungry after a five-day trip into the forest, and your cooking will not only make a traveler feel in seventh heaven with happiness, but heal a dying man!

Glena: Oh, my dear, for I will slaughter the fattest chicken, I will make it in the best possible way. Promise only to please us in the evening with your beautiful song.

Klaus: Differently. In addition, we need tree free rooms for a few days, I hope you still have rooms?

Glena: There's always room for you and your friends, don't worry. We'll have a wait a bit, today I'm alone on the kitchen.

Barman: *grumbles* Gods, whoever the devils do not bring to our land. What do you want?

Balasar: Five mugs of the ale that the table over there.

Barman: Now I'll bring it, you just sit back, otherwise you will scare away all the visitors with your muzzle.

Balasar: Do not forget to have a snack.

Klaus: Finally, delicious hearty food!

Tirael: Y-yes, the products are not the most exquisite, and the cleanliness of this establishment remains much to be desired. Wait, where is cutlery? Not even a cocotte fork? And spoons... How to eat soup?

Klaus: What nonsense! Eat with your hands, and dink the soup, and then again with your hands.

Tirael: We are not cattle to been fed in such a way. You not so long buried corpses with theses hands, and now you are going to eat this way?! You are disgusting!

Vianora: Come on, sis, he's making fun of you. Just look, he hid all the spoons next to him.

Klaus: I'm absolutely serious, just watch how I quickly and dexterously I deal with this chicken with my bare hands.

Dorian: Isn't it mean for all of us?...

Klaus: In the name of all bright Gods, I haven't have a meal like this for a long time. I think one more portion of chicken in creamy sauce with mushrooms would not hurt me for complete happiness. And a mug of ale.

Balasar: Where does so much fit in you? You practically ate everything by yourself.

[antoschauniverse]

I hate to be the umm, actually type of person, but I don't think Odalisque means lazy

I could be wrong, but I was under the impression it's a name for a type of a reclining nude in art

It's meant to be a depiction of a room servant (or a slave) in Ottoman empire since it the etymology of the word comes from a Turkish word for a room odalik

I'm sorry, maybe I didn't express my idea correctly. I know english quite mediocre. I meant that David's kept woman was too lazy to look on the Internet what the word "odalisque" means and find out that basically this word has a negative meaning before calling her bouquet that way and displaying it in David's house. A room servant girl or a slave arranges flowers in the sultan's house. I hope that she will not call her next bouquet "cocotte".

[lisawilsonlisa]

Coco Chanel Jewelry, Purses, and more.

Coco Chanel was born Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel on August 19, 1883 in Saumur, France. Her early years were anything but glamorous. At age 12, after her mother died, Chanel was taken to an orphanage by her father, who worked as a street vendor. Chanel was raised by nuns who taught her to sew, a skill that would lead to her life's work. Her nickname comes from another occupation entirely. During her brief singing career, Chanel performed at clubs in Vichy and Moulins, where she was called "Coco." Some say the name comes from one of the songs she used to sing, and Chanel herself said it was a "shortened version of cocotte, the French word for 'kept woman,'" according to an article in The Atlantic. Among all her works purses remain a prime attraction to the fans of Chanel. One can view the Coco Chanel purses sale online for a wide range of varieties.

Gabrielle Coco Chanel created one of the most famous international fashion brands the world has ever known. Beginning with a small headgear shop in Paris in 1910, it quickly expanded into luxurious jersey sportswear that caught the attention of women in Parisian society clamouring for Coco Chanel designs as an escape from their previous corset looks. Chanel also made black an elegant colour in fashion rather than being reserved only for funerals and mourning. In 1921, it was the first fashion house to create a fragrance, the famous Chanel No.5, which was very successful and remains one of the most popular fragrances on the market. Coco Chanel created some of the most iconic designs and styles, including the quilted bag, little black dress, collarless suit, and interlocking C logo. Coco Chanel sale is available online. Interested ones can take a tour of the items and purchase.

In her early 20s, Chanel became involved with Etienne Balsan, who offered to help her start a headgear business in Paris. She soon left him for one of her richest friends, Arthur "Boy" Capel. Both men were instrumental in Chanel's first fashion adventure. Opening her first store on Rue Cambon in Paris in 1910, Chanel began selling hats. She later on she added stores in Deauville and Biarritz and started making clothes. Her first experience with clothing success came from a dress she made from an old T-shirt on a cold day. In response to the many people who asked her where she got the dress, she offered to make one for them. "My fortune is based on that old T-shirt I wore because it was cold in Deauville," she once told author Paul Morand.

Chanel became a popular figure in the Parisian artistic and literary world. She designed costumes for the Ballets Russes and Jean Cocteau's play Orphée, and counted Cocteau and artist Pablo Picasso among her friends. She also designed jewelry, her jewelry was popularly known as Chanel jewelry. During the German occupation of France, Chanel became involved with a Nazi military officer, Hans Gunther von Dincklage. She obtained special permission to stay in her apartment at the Ritz Hotel in Paris, which also served as German military headquarters. After the war ended, Chanel was questioned about her relationship with von Dincklage, but she was not charged as a collaborator. Some have wondered if her friend Winston Churchill worked behind the scenes on behalf of Chanel. While he was not officially charged, Chanel suffered in the court of public opinion. Some still saw her relationship with a Nazi officer as a betrayal of her country.

Chanel, who died matured 87 out of 1971, did nothing by equal parts. Assuming her garments have now gotten inseparable from a monochrome range, her life, conversely, was a bright one, loaded up with adorned certainties and an always showing signs of change origin story. While she never wedded, Chanel's affection life was emotional, making her own issues as much a subject of conversation as her assortments.

[terresdebrumestories]

WIP: trilingual soldiers

This started out as part of my answer to a prompt from lulunicorn on the TOG server and grew into its own thing. I'm experimenting with a different form of planning with this one: I'm writing the dialogues alone for now and when I rewrite it I'll add the narration.

And translate everything into English.

Anyway, if you're into French / English / German messes set during ww1, please read on ;)

(TW: suicide gets referrenced in a fairly flippant manner.)

"Oh putain—t'as trouvé ça où ?"

"Bet he stole it from the Lieutenant."

"Hein? Ça va pas la tête ? Si jamais Lebrun l'apprend il va devenir fou!"

"You might get shot."

"Eh bah au moins j'aurai les pieds secs pour une fois, ça me changera."

"That's not funny."

"Ouais, y a déjà assez d'Fritz qui veulent nous faire la peau, file leur pas un coup de main hein!"

"Vous voulez du chocolat oui ou merde?"

"I can want chocolate and want you alive."

"Non, dans la vie faut faire des choix."

"Bon ben donne ton chocolat, alors."

"Merci. Enfin un peu d'bon sens. Joe? Chocolat ?"

"You're an ass. And a thief."

"I can steal or I can drink. Your pick." [Miming]

"Moi je vote pour que tu restes sobre, vu qu't'es l'seul qui sache viser."

"Ta gueule, Jean-Claude."

"Fuck you too, rosbeef!"

"Ah, see, you got the accent right in the end."

"Y dit quoi?"

"Y dit qu't'as une sale gueule. Aïe! Put—"

"COCOTTE !"

 Joe and Sébastien move to shield Jean-Claude at the same time, which results in them nearly breaking their noses against one another—and for nothing to boot, seeing as nothing explodes in the vicinity. Rubbing his nose, Sébastien shares a look with Joe and turns toward the East side of their trench to try and see what's happening... which is when Jean-Claude, somehow extirpated from below two sheepish immortals, pokes his head over Sébastien's helmet and hisses.

 "Y fout quoi Berger là ? Il est con ou quoi ?"

"Il en a p't'être marre? Ça sera pas l'premier."

"What?"

"I said maybe Berger's trying to end it."

"With no one shooting?"

"Y dit quoi?"

"Y dit qu'le suicide de berger va pas aller loin si les Fritz se décident pas à tirer."

"Tu dis ça comme si c'était dommage!"

"Mais non laisse le, c'est moi qui traduit mal."

"Why's Jean-Claude pissed at me?"

"Y dit quoi ?"

"Because he thinks I'm doing word for word translations."

"Oh, Bouquin ! Y dit quoi?"

"Attends deux minutes—il en est où Berger ?"

"Il est au milieu du champ! Le con!"

"What's he saying?"

"He says Berger's a dumbass. I think we can look, they're still not shooting."

"T'as dit quoi?"

 They poke their noses over the edge of the trench, like the dirtiest mushrooms ever created, and watch as Berger from around the bend walks through no man's land with what looks like a ball held high above his head. Then he shouts:

 "Comment on demande si ils veulent faire un match ?"

"Wollen sie spielen!"

"Y dit quoi?"

"Je sais pas, je parle anglais, pas allemand. What did you say?"

"I said 'do you want to play?'"

"Il a demandé si les Fritz voulaient jouer."

"Ah ouais. Logique."

"Ils disent 'bla bla bla hören'!"

"They're not hearing him."

"Ils t'entendent pas Berger, gueule plus fort!"

"T'es tout con toi, je gueule autant qu'je peux!"

"What did he say?"

"He says he can't shout louder."

"He needs to tell them to send someone over."

"Y dit quoi?"

"Y dit qu'il faut que Berger leur dise d'envoyer un gars. Berger! Dit leur d'envoyer quelqu'un pour te parler !"

"Mais je parle pas allemand moi! T'as qu'à envoyer ton rosbeef c'est lui qui sait leur causer !"

"He's saying I've got to go there isn't he?"

"Yeah you're not going up there—y peut pas sortir Berger!"

"Y fait quoi?"

"Putain Joe! I said stay down there!"

"They're not shooting, I'll be fine."

"Y dit quoi?"

"Y dit qu'il est con, Joe reviens ici !"

 Joe goes over the side of the trench. Nobody shoots, but from the English trench to the West, several voices rise in clamor.

 "Ah bah y sont contents de l'revoir les rosbeefs. J'espère que les Fritz vont pas lui éclater la caboche maintenant, ça serait con."

"Y vont pas lui mettre une balle, ils sont en train de lui parler !"

"Pas faux. C'est à moi qu'y fait signe ?"

"Non, à moi. Son copain là bas doit pas parler français."

"Tu vas y aller ?"

"Si j'y vais pas on est encore là demain."

"Sebastian! Come on up here! We're trying to organize a tournament!"

"Y dit quoi ?"

"Y dit qu'ils veulent faire un tournoi."

"Un tournoi de foot? La comme ça ?"

"Faut croire que les Fritz aussi ils font la trêve."

 Sébastien goes over the wall. The other three are done gesticulating when he gets to them, looking at him expectantly.

 "Gentlemen, this is Sebastian."

"Sébastien."

"Schon Sie zu treffen, Sébastienne."

"Ta gueule, Berger."

"Oh allez, soit pas chienne. Aïe!"

"What's the problem?"

"His accent makes it sound like he's using the woman's version of my name."

"Was sagt er?"

"Er sagt, dein Akzent ist sehr gut. Ow."

"So what do you want to do for the tournament?"

"Use your head as a ball."

"Had a good time over with the froggies, didn't you Joe?"

"They're decent, but their rations are as gross as ours."

"Qu'est-ce-qu'ils disent?"

"Was sagen sie?"

"Joe. The tournament thing?"

"Right. Daniel and I were thinking two teams each, draw for the first matches, see who wins?"

"Ils veulent qu'on fasse deux équipes chacuns et qu'on tire au sort pour les premiers matchs."

"Ça me va. Pas d'armes à portée de main, on garde les casques pour marquer les joueurs ?"

"He says no weapons out, and the helmets mark the teams."

 Joe translates into German.

 "Gut."

"Bouquin! Y disent quoi?"

"I'm gonna have to go back, Jean-Claude's not gonna stop asking. On fait une équipe tranchée Nord, une pour la tranchée Sud ?"

"Pas de problème. Tu dis pas au revoir à ton rosbeef?"

"Oh...right. Gotta go back to your own trench."

"Yeah... I mean, I'll be back topside in a few but uh. At the end of it I'll have to get back to my side."

"Right. Yes. Makes sense."

"See you when I kick your ass, Bookin."

"Ta gueule, Joe."

 They make their way back to their respective trenches, where Jean-Claude is waiting for news and proves eager to play the game, if customarily overenthusiastic about it. They set up the teams, get the captains up in the field where non players have started to sit and mingle.

Then Sébastien gets called over again.

 "Wir haben ein Problem. Wir haben keinen Schiedsrichter."

"Qu'est-ce-qu'il dit?"

"Il dit qu'on a pas d'arbitre."

"Tu parles allemand toi maintenant ?"

"Non, j'ai des yeux."

"Warum kämpfen sie?"

"Sie sind Französisch. So zeigen sie ihre Zuneigung."

"Why are the French fighting?"

"I don't know, I think it's a French thing."

"Berger thinks I'm an idiot. I can referee if you want."

"Qu'est-ce que tu leurs a dit sur moi?"

"J'ai dit qu't'étais con. Si j'arbitre, ça te va ?"

"Tant qu'on laisse pas compter les points aux Fritz."

"Haben Sie einen Soldaten namens Fritz?"

"Attend—what does he want?"

"He wants to know if you've got someone named Fritz."

"No. Listen, Berger says it's okay with him if I Referee for the match."

"I'll be honest with you mister Bookin, that might not fly with my men."

"Was sagt er?"

"Sébastienne—ow—er sagte er könne vermitteln."

"Es ist ok für mich, aber die Anderen..."

"He doesn't want me to do it either does he?"

"It's not him, it's his men. He thinks they won't want it."

"Now wait a minute—"

"Qu'est-qu'ils disent ?"

"Ben... What's his name?"

"Willhelm."

"Thanks. Daniel a dit que ses hommes voudraient pas d'un arbitre français, ensuite Wilhelm a dit que des hommes voudraient pas d'un arbitre français alors maintenant Daniel est vexé et il veut bien d'un arbitre français. You *are* okay with me referring, right? Offended as you are."

"He's got a point, you know."

"...fine. But only if someone from our side shares the duty with him."

"Fine, I'll do it."

"He's your friend. You might want to help him."

"And the rest of your men gave Joe a huzzah when they saw him. If they don't trust him they won't trust anyone else."

"Fair point."

"Qu'est-ce-qu'ils disent ?"

"Joe et moi on va co-arbitrer."

"C'est qui Joe?"

"Is he asking who I am?"

"Ignore him, he's an ass."

"Wait, you've been there two weeks and they still don't know your name?"

"That's irrelevant—it *is* irrelevant, hush. Now—wir brauchen eine deutsche Schiedsrichter."

"War—oh. Ja, genau. Schneider! Komm her. Schneider wird den dritten Schiedsrichter sein."

"Good. Joe, if you see them cheat, just do the same, I'll personally forgive you for it."

"Don't worry, we'll have a watcher. Jean-Claude! Viens ici."

 Berger groans. Jean-Claude's head pokes over the lip of the trench, pretty much alone by then.

 "Vous êtes sur le territoire de qui?"

"De personne, c'est la trêve. Viens ici!"

"Warum kommt das Kind zu uns?"

"Er ist ein Verfechter der Regeln."

"What did you say? Why are they calling a baby frog over?"

"Because no one can cheat when he's around—we banned him from all card games. Bouge tes fesses, Jean-Claude, y caille trop pour traîner."

"I'll vouch for the kid mate, he'll call any foul out as he sees it."

"Vertraust du ihm?"

"Ja klar."

"Y disent quoi?"

"Y disent que t'es un bon gamin. On a besoin de toi pour surveiller les arbitres, vérifier qu'on triche pas."

"Tu vas pas tricher pour notre tranchée, tu les aime pas."

"Ta gueule, Balland."

"Fous lui la paix, Berger, c'est pas comme si il avait tort. Tu veux surveiller ou pas ?"

"Ils vont s'énerver si je surveille ?"

"What are they saying?"

"Was sagt er?"

"He wants to know if the referees will get pissy if he calls them out. Les arbitres ça sera Joe et moi—et Schneider. Si il s'énerve on peut toujours lui mettre une balle."

"Ben voyons, et tu redémarre le merdier pour tout le monde?"

"Ta gueule, Berger."

"Schneider says he'll behave."

"Great. If he doesn't we'll just kill him."

"Tu dis quoi?"

"Juste qu'on va pouvoir commencer. Va voir Lepage et demande lui s'il a toujours son sifflet pour arbitrer."

"Ce gosse. Je sais pas qui l'a foutu là mais si je le croise, je lui fait manger mon casque."

"Am I going to have to agree with Berger?"

"He says whoever got Jean-Claude here should get his face caved in."

"Damn it."

"Don't make me pick sides between the French, Joe."

"Go get your team, Daniel."

"Bon, je vais appeler les gars hein. Qu'ils soient là pour le tirage."

"Tu fais ça." [pause] "I want to take Jean-Claude along, when we leave."

"Sebastian..."

"He's never going to survive this thing. You know he's not."

"I know! And I don't want that for him, but 'Bastian...you have to remember how it went—"

"Yes, of course I do. I don't want to *tell him* I want to take him away from here."

"If he's caught as a deserter it'll be the firing squad for him."

"If we take him far enough away...."

"Sebastian. He's already got trouble adapting to French people in the *army*. What do you think is going to happen if you drop him on a whole different continent altogether? Just because he's got no family doesn't mean he's got no roots there."

"It's not going to be quick, Joe. They keep saying it's going to be over soon but they always say that and it's *never* true."

"I..."

"Ich könnte den Jungen nehmen. Wenn das Waffenstillstand endet. Ich könnte ihn nehmen. Wenn ich sage dass ich ihn gefangen habe..."

"What does he want?"

"He says he could take Jean-Claude. Pretend he's a war prisoner."

"Jean-Claude? Lying?"

"Es würde nicht funktionieren. Er lügt nicht."

"Aber..."

"Er lügt nicht."

"Gottverdammt."

"Ouais."

"Bouquin ! J'ai un sifflet! Je le donne à qui?"

"À moi, on va voir si les autres en ont avant de refiler les affaires de Lepage à n'importe qui." "D'accord. Ça va?"

"Ouais ça va."

"Ça a pas l'air d'aller."

"C'est la guerre, Jean-Claude. Personne a l'air d'aller."

"Oh."

"Hey, Jean-Claude. This is Schneider. Schneider, Jean-Claude."

"Y dit quoi?"

"Y dit que l'allemand s'appelle Schneider."

"Oh. Enchanté. Euh. Comment on dit—"

"'Schön Sie zu treffen'."

"Schön Sie zu treffen, Schneider."

"Sag 'enchanté Jean-Claude'."

"Enchanté, Jean-Claude."

"Oh. Il a l'air sympa."

"Jean-Claude magst du."

"Y dit quoi?"

"Y dit qu'tu trouves Schneider sympa. Trouve toi un coin ou t'asseoir, on va démarrer."

 After the match.

 "I got word from Andy, while I was with you."

"Hé, Bouquin, ton rosbeef y veut—"

"Il boit pas d'alcool."

"Ah merde. Problème ?"

"Non, religion. Y a du café ?"

"Ouais attends, j'vais en chercher."

"Merci. What did she say?"

"Might be time to regroup. Nico's—"

"Yeah, I can't leave Jean-Claude in this mess."

"I had a feeling you'd say that."

"You're going to go anyway, aren't you?"

"Nico needs me."

"Yeah. Of course."

"Will you be—"

"I'm always alright. How are you going to do it?"

"I figured I'd wait until it occurred naturally."

"Or you could—merci Jean-Claude."

"Vous parlez de quoi?"

"Joe va devoir repartir dans sa tranchée à la fin de la trêve. On cause tant qu'on en a le temps."

"Oh. Je peux causer avec vous ? Je l'aime bien, ton rosbeef."

"He wants to know if he can sit with us."

"...if you're okay with a change in topic."

"Vous voulez pas que j'reste?"

"Si, vas-y, assied toi."

"Vous avez pas l'air de vouloir que je reste."

"Que tu restes ou pas, on peut pas se dire tout ce qu'on a à se dire de toute façon. Et pis y t'aime bien aussi, Joe."

"What did you just say to him?"

"Just that we didn't have time to finish our talk right now, wh—ça va, Jean-Claude?"

"C'est ton ami particulier ?"

"Sebastian?"

"Yeah uh—not right now. Un ami particulier?"

"Comme mon oncle. Il est parti au Maroc en 1907 avec l'armée et il s'est fait un ami particulier. Quand il est mort, Paul—c'est son ami—nous a ramené ses affaires et ensuite il est resté habiter chez nous. Il arrêtait pas de parler de mon oncle avec ma mère, elle faisait les mêmes têtes quand elle parlait de mon père."

"Can I—"

"Wait, please."

"Je sais que j'suis pas comme tout le monde, mais j'suis pas con, hein. Le rosbif, c'est ton ami particulier ?"

"Non. On s'est connus avant la guerre. Lui et moi c'est de la famille. C'est comme si je disais au revoir à mon frère, tu comprends ?"

"Ouais. Tu m'le dirais, si c'était un ami particulier ?"

"Tu sais pas mentir, Jean-Claude. C'est dangereux, pour les hommes comme ça, si on apprend leur secret."

"Why is Jean-Claude upset?"

"I think he thinks I'm lying to him."

"Tu sais, quand Paul était vivant, j'ai dit à personne que c'était l'ami de mon oncle. Je sais pas mentir quand on me pose une question, mais on m'en pose jamais, des questions."

"Sebastian what's going on?"

"We're having a bit of a crisis here—"

"Yes, I can see that thank you—what is the crisis *about*?"

"He thinks you and I are an item and I don't want to tell him because I don't trust him."

"Crap."

"Yeah."

"C'est pas grave, Le Livre, j'ai l'habitude."

"Jean-Claude, attend—"

"Jean-Claude, come back."

"Y dit quoi?"

"Il te demande de revenir. S'il-te-plaît."

"Bookin and I aren't together. I already have someone."

"Y dit quoi?"

"Are you sure?"

"It's not like anyone from your trench is going to ask him about me outside of my relationship to you.”

“Bouquin. Y dit quoi?”

“Y dit qu’il a déjà quelqu’un.”

[yoohyeon]

icb ur mom inadvertently got u into kpop that’s amazing !! also i meant 29 ;p i rly want to hear ur answer for it in french !!!!! 💖

Yeah I found it pretty funny, especially when my dad is like « we don’t care we are tired of listening to kpop » and I just go « but mom like it it’s her fault I listen to kpop » and she’s like «  Yeah I do » and my dad can’t say anything jvkjbkjbkjb

Also I’m sorry that what Trying to write and answering this do to me vkjgbjk

29. What name from your native language would you give your ult bias?

AJ I’m really bad at nickname especially in French, I try to avoid French the most I can’t cause I think it’s cringing 😂 I like Coco tho I give that nickname to all of my baby cousin 😂 I also Call my bias coco and cocotte a lot ! It’s cute but not special at all, Coco is a nickname for egg 😂

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Pissarro

Portrait of Jeanne 

Portrait of Jeanne depicts Pissarro’s only surviving daughter, Jeanne Marguerite Eva, nicknamed Cocotte. Her older sister, for whom she was named, Jeanne Rachel, nicknamed Minette, had died in 1874 at the age of nine from a respiratory ailment. Cocotte (b. 1881) would be about twelve years old here, just on the brink of puberty. She wears a loose-fitting, long-sleeved yellow dress and her lap is covered with a mauve coverlet. Her head is in three-quarter view, a position favored by Pissarro for portraiture. This slight turn to the side distances the subject from the viewer while taking full advantage of the subtle interplay of light and shadow over the features. Vestiges of Pissarro’s Neo-Impressionist involvement are still present here in the high-pitched palette, the striking color contrasts, and the dense crisscross strokes used in part of the background.

 Source and credit:

From the Israel Museum publications:

Impressionist and Post-Impressionist Painting and Sculpture, The Israel Museum, Jerusalem

https://www.imj.org.il/en/collections/194553