#impared pet

[jamiebluewind]

Guess who's out of surgery and cleared to go home!

He rested for a few minutes, we took a picture, and then he decided it was play time and kept bonking his cone on everything trying to get to toys. My god this boy! XD

He's got 2 weeks in a cone, the first 48 being in a borrowed large dog carrier (disinfected and with puppy pads wrapped around one of the perch covers)

*many shenanigans happened omg*

Oops! Had to run off in the middle of typing this and help because the boy is hyper and high as HELL! We tried to take him out of his collar so he could potty and...

Play. It was play time. Good thing we disinfected this box and added new litter! XD

@winterpower98 also has a big stuffed otter (that he's seen!) that's on her bed and when he saw it, he started drunkenly staring at it and poofing up like there was a big cat he didn't know

*The otter in question

We basically had an hour and a half of more things like this. He is not used to balancing without his hernia, he's still recovering from anesthesia, there's big plastic thing on head, and he is a baby, so he's less coordinated and more chaotic than a human who just got out their wisdom teeth. I shouldn't be laughing but damn yall XD

He's sleeping now, so I'm taking the opportunity to post before I go to supper. He's got a long recovery ahead and more visits to the vet, but I think he's gonna be okay. A friend's mom offered a room in her house for his first couple days so he can be isolated from the other cats and kept in a quite stress free place (as our place has cats, noise, stress, and nowhere away from all that outside of the bathroom). Thanks to anyone who helped out or left messages. I'll continue to update when I have anything interesting to say or a fun picture.

Bonus pic of his sister being a cutie

Links to other posts and Winter's paypal under the cut

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Winter's paypal

*bends over and exhales*

Oh my god hi yall. We just dropped Eclipse off for his surgery. Really appreciate you guys sharing his updates so far, the messages left in reblogs and in tags, and for the people who sent money to Gaia to help out ($147!). Every little bit helps honestly because... oof. His condition is treatable with a high recovery rate, but man I wish we were the kind of people that could throw $2k at something and not worry about it. He's worth it though and there are no regrets.

I'll update later today when we're able to pick him up (his surgery is early but they are keeping him until this evening for monitoring). We aren't going to check in until later because they have a lot of early morning surgeries and no news is good news. Also we are tired after all the prep work yesterday, the late night, and the early start, so all of us are crashing to pass the time instead of just sitting around worrying.

No news is good news.

No news is good news.

No news is good news.

[marley-manson]

Doctor Winchester Mr Hyde is genuinely a pretty great episode.

Loved Hawkeye telling Winchester he's been there and it sucks, love him showing concern for Charles multiple times and being particularly joke-free about it in the ending tag, love Charles asking him to proofread a paper lol. Loooove Hawkeye's fear of mice and especially love him basically showing off that fear when he asks to pet Daisy for luck in front of the marines and makes a show of cringing. And BJ automatically doing the thing certain people do when they find out you're scared of something and shove it in your face to make you freak out lmao, that's exactly correct for him.

Charles demanding Radar go fetch his opera glasses when he's about to dose the mouse, and then in the next scene he actually is watching the race through binoculars was an amazing detail lol.

Also I overall liked the way Charles taking speed was handled - the ending was a little DARE-esque ofc, but generally it was a pretty light and funny touch. Klinger directly asking for them (with 0 narrative condemnation) only for Charles to condescend and then take them himself was great, as was this exchange between them: "Do you want extreme depression, chronic fatigue?" "I already got those!" a+

The drugs actually helping Charles for a while was solid and there was little in the way of overtly impared behaviour which I like - more sold by little details, like Hawkeye mentioning that Charles' 27 page paper seems to be all one sentence.

First mention of Honoria is her marrying 2 dudes in succession and getting ostracized from the family which doesn't seem to fit later mentions unless she divorced second dude and was welcomed back, which tbf isn't implausible lol. Though I don't really remember, so maybe it's possible that Honoria is the family black sheep and only Charles remains in touch with her, which would be interesting.

Last time I watched I had the minor complaint that Hawkeye and co admit to the marines that their mouse was on speed and I considered that annoying when My Hawkeye(TM) happily cheats to win competitions against random army guys ie Requiem for a Lightweight - buuut to be fair to the episode he did say they should "give the marines their money back while we're still alive" suggesting he thinks they might find out they were cheated? I don't see how lol, and it's still a little too moralistic cheating is wrong-esque for me, but I'll accept it as an explanation that keeps Hawkeye ic for me.

Anyway yeah, solidly written, good dialogue, good character moments, little oasis in this chunk of season 6.

[lvnesart]

Just curious do you have any headcanons for wrioney (as a couple)? :)

I've been thinking about these for a HOT minute

Reminder: my Wriothesley is visually impared

- Lyney puts on little shows for Wrio. They're not always sfw, but he likes pulling off tricks he can interact with and pull laughs from, even if he cannot see them

- Wrio tries so hard to get Lyney into a tea-drinking habit like him, but Lyney absolutely refuses. Ropes his twin into it tho

- Wrio loves petting Lyney's ears and tail. His hair is very akin to cat fur, so its very pleasant for them both

- (Lyney lowkey wishes Wrio had actual wolf ears. He thinks he'd be very cute)

- Yes, Lyney tried dressing him up once for a very classy restaurant, but they ended up dipping halfway through because Wrio was uncomfortable

- In quiet moments, they sometimes dance in the dark. Neither is very good at it, but its a little fun. It makes Lyney feel closer to Wriothesley when all he can feel and trust is cold hands and another body moving him along

- They never actually say "I love you" but they're both hoping the other knows the other cares for them so so much (no matter what one of them may feel about someone else)

- Wrio had to put in a LOT of work with Lyney's siblings to really get approval sfsgs

- Their path to recovery was a long and difficult one; Lyney hardly trusted Wrio after the stunt he pulled. There was an almost unspoken oath to never bring up Lyney's role as a fatui agent

- They talked about eloping once. Never brought up ever again

[attackfish]

I need people to understand that some service dogs are small. When most people picture a service dog, it's a lab, or a german shepard, or a standard poodle, or other big dog, working as a seeing eye dog or helping somebody with mobility imparements, and a lot of service dogs do look like that.

But some service dogs, for example medical alert dogs, can be tiny. In fact some of the smaller breeds are noted for having the hyperfocus on "their" human that is essential to being a good alert dog. My seizure alert dog is a maltese. I get accused of trying to sneak my pet into places all the time, or have people insist she must really be an emotional support dog. I'm not, she's not, and she does important work in keeping me safe. Respect small service dogs.

[edutainer2022]

I may... be slightly embarrassed by this story, but definitely NOT sorry. I had lots of fun writing. The FlashFiction "PORTAL" prompt @janetm74 brought up was too good to pass up. I typically don't do OCs. I am nearly dialogue-impared and attempts at humor are admittedly not stellar. But hey... we all have that pet sandbox of headcanons about "Next Generation Thunderbirds" or "What if Timetravel", right? I was thoroughly entertained to play in mine with this piece. Hope, you're all somewhat amuzed reading too.

TIMEY-WIMEY

The young man and woman reached for the sidearms in unison, barely stepping through a hissing door, before freezing in wide-eyed wonder. About the same hight, blond, hazel eyes that belied an unmistakable resemblance of fraternal twins, they moved as one. Scott was faster, however, stepping to shield the rest of his brothers, hands thrown up, palms open in a universal gesture of "We mean no harm!" Before he could say a word, however, the young man had already holstered a gun - a glossy futuristic model they never saw GDF carry - and tutted them all to keep quiet. The woman next to him tapped her ear, activating a mic:

- Listen up, everyone! We have a situation! Butterfly effect. Repeat, possible butterfly effect.

They were obviously in some kind of crew quarters or an officer lounge - sleek, clean lines, but comfortable seats in different areas. The space was lived in too - the holo photos on the walls displayed young men and women laughing, hugging, leaning against unfamiliar sleek aircrafts. Some groups contained the pair present - both in civilian clothes and in uniform none of the Tracies could place. It would be fascinating to ponder, except they were supposed to be in a different lounge altogether. In fact, they were - a minute ago. On their own island, going through a mission debrief that was headed into a pleasant family evening all together, even John, once they wrapped up and changed out of uniform. There were no palm trees or the sky outside the huge port windows now. As far as the eye could see the view displayed only the infinite dark and the stars. They were in space.

Virgil and Alan were gawking, stunned by that realization. John was scanning the room for some clues or a comm. Their own comm units were, conspicuously, dead. Scott was still processing the fact that he was effectively shut up by a stranger with a gun. Gordon turned his attention back at the holo pictures on the wall for some suitable intel. Following his eyes movement, the woman by the door tapped a quick command on the wrist and the holos turned off simultaneously.

- Sorry about that. Mandatory Paradox protocol - the fewer details you know the better. 

Five pairs of eyes were trained on her. John found his voice first:

- Paradox protocol?

The blond man shrugged noncommittaly in a manner unnervingly familiar:

- The butterfly effect. You know, Bradbury? How in time travel you can't interact with stuff or it'll change the timeline? Sometimes the Delta-drive gets the timey-wimey all confused and it creates a temporary paradox. Like a portal.

- But no worries! - his, sister (apparently), chimed in, clearly amused. - Our Brain Trust will sort it out and get you out of here in no time. See what I did here?

They shared a Look, sniggered, and high fived.

Of all the details and questions, snowballing around, Alan, for some reason, latched onto the term:

- The Delta-drive? Like the T-drive?

The blond siblings shared a confused look again, before the man answered:

-Yeah, kinda. But at some point B... they ran out of Latin alphabet.

At that moment Scott's indignation and thinly veiled worry breached containment and, fists clenched, he almost screamed:

- Where is HERE?! Who are you?! How did we get here?!!!

Virgil switched his own imploding anxiety from the twinkling unfamiliar stars to a more immediate target and placed a calming hand on his big brother's shoulder.

The young woman rolled her eyes in a manner that too, was unnervingly recognizable, if hard to place:

- In reverse order: 1) We don't know how you got here, but, hopefully, will figure it out soon. You can't stay long. 2) You can't have too much information on who we are, but if it helps - I'm Sally, this is Grant, my twin brother and the bane of my existence (Grant made a point to give her a Look with a dramatic flourish); 3) "Here" is in Oort Cloud, strictly speaking. Welcome to the Lighthouse.

The collective audible gasp was swallowed by another door hissing, at the opposite wall. A group of four walked in - all young, an age bracket indistinguishable from that of the Tracy brothers. Two guys  and two girls. All looking rather disheveled and yawning, eyes bleary from lack of sleep. One of the girls had a screwdriver holding up a messy bun of black hair. A tattatered flannel shirt was wrapped around her waist -  more oil stains and burn marks, than fabric. There were grease stains on her forearm too, over an elaborate wreathe of flowers and wings, tattooed there. The guy walking next to her, dark haired and broad, sported a similar state of attire, except his flannel shirt was on. There was soot smeared on his forehead and cheek, covered in overnight shadow. The taller young man in the party was poking at holograms of some specs on the go, paying little attention to his surroundings. Dark auburn hair was curling every which way, one lock falling on the forhead to his obvious annoyance. He was clad in a cardigan that would have promoted Brains to the fashion icon of the Nerd community. That made three of them looking in disarray. The fourth young woman was rather prim and put together, if pale, looking around stiffly. The gaze of green eyes landed on the Tracy brothers, still standing back to back in the middle of the room, and she froze.

The rest of the newcomers effectively bumped into her, shifting attention to the present party. More audible gasps passed around, from the hosts this time.

Scott took the opportunity to take the initiative again:

- Hi, I'm Scott Tracy, these are my brothers. We're International Rescue...

The flannel clad big guy heaved a sigh, but smiled warmly:

- We know who you are. How? - his question was directed at the blond duo, still guarding the other exit.

- We were kinda hoping you guys will shed some light on that. Timey-wimey is your area.

It was the tall guy's cue to huff in exasperation, a slight accent hard to place:

- For the thousand's time! It's not timey-wimey, it's quantum physics!

- You say tomAIto... - his blond counterpart was grinning sunnily. All Tracies had a distinct feeling they had already witnessed this conversation on multiple occasions.

- Technically, it was the eight hundred seventy fifth time.

All eyes were on the girl speaking, but she just smoothed a non existent wrinkle on a crisp pant leg and clasped her hands awkwardly. John's eyes widened. Gordon's squinted.

- Anyhow... - the bigger man coughed discretely, to switch the conversation back on track. - Nice to meet you! I'm Kip. (Virgil yelped from an unexpected elbow in the ribs from Gordon). Tweedledum and Tweedledee there yonder probably told you we can't volunteer too much information. This is my little sister Kyra (he gestured to the girl with a screwdriver, currently in a hushed conversation with the auburn nerd), that's Lee over there and... Dawn.

The visible stumble in introductions had John squint too, then hitch a breath.

- The Delta-drive is offline after the last... mission. - That was Lee speaking again, surrounded by even more holograms, Dawn at his side sifting through data streams with uncanny speed. - We spent the night cycle rewiring and reconnecting everything manually (that was supported by enthusiastic groans from Kip and Kyra, now busy distributing generous cups of coffee around). - So whatever caused the Paradox is, likely, on their side.

That shifted all gazes in the room back to the Tracies again. In the spotlight, they looked utterly baffled.

Clearly a self-appointed morale officer - Grant supplied a consolation:

- Could be worse, right?

Kip pinched his nose, in a familiar attempt to stave off a headache after an all-nighter with busted equipment:

- Speaking of things getting worse... Where's our Intrepid Leader?

The question was directed at the Twins. It was Sally's turn to shrug:

- We were on perimeter patrol when Phoenix One left. Skye is off planetside for a Joint Chiefs meeting with the World President. The... last mission report and debriefing.

There was a snort from the general direction of the coffee table:

- I'd sell tickets to THAT show. Do we have GDF on standby? International Rescue notified for the possible fallout? Do we even still HAVE a World President?

Another mechanical hiss of the doors was an answer to that. The Twins shifted to attention imperceptibly, as a young woman in black space grade uniform strode in with urgency and determination. Lithe, runway model tall and as beautiful, blue eyes intense and dark in fluorescent light, assessing the scene in fraction of seconds, dark curls sleeked back in a bun.

- As you were.

The next words were directed at Kip and Kyra, still beaming in astonishment:

- I'll let you know that yes, we, in fact, still have a World President. I may not be on speaking terms with the man, but I draw a line at patricide.

Blue eyes glanced over the Tracies, but pointedly didn't linger, directing the unvoiced question at, obviously, the science team of the group - Lee and Dawn. They shifted several holograms her way immediately. There was something harsh about the young commanding officer, a shadow of pain etched in every feature.

Kip gulped down a mouthful of hot coffee:

- I was thinking more along the lines of a heart attack or a stroke. But good to know. Why are you back so soon? Didn't you have a report to deliver?

- I did. I delivered the report, encrypted, for President's eyes only. Then I left.

Grant and Sally whistled in unison as they, apparently, did many things in life:

- Sooooo... how long till the cavalry arrives? And all the king's Thund...

An elbow to the ribs put a halt to Grant's babbling, just as Gordon sported a cartoonish light bulb expression - jaw dropping and all. The confused gargle at the back of his throat was, however, muffled by John's palm over his mouth. Scott stood uncharacteristically still, thunderstruck.

Kyra broke the precarious moment with a splash of another helping of coffee (third since they arrived) into the mug:

- No need to worry. We're all due at the Met tonight for Lucy's recital anyway. We're gonna get the full dressing down there. That's including Gramps. We're gonna get such an earful from... everyone - we might not hear her sing.

In that moment Lee punched the air and released what could only be described as a war cry:

- That's it! The recital! That's what triggered the Paradox!

The Tracies were mostly reduced to speechless perplexity by that point, but Virgil couldn't let that one go, brows furrowing:

- How can music trigger time travel?

Lee rolled his eyes again in a gesture that had Alan inch closer to the light bulb moment too. Kip took it upon himself to be the pillar of patience (maybe not for the first time in present company) and explained:

- Music doesn't trigger time travel. Space-time context does. You're all here. And you're all due to be present at one of my sister's recital at the Metropolitan Opera tonight. It's a memorial concert, the World President will be in attendance. Well, not the you you, but the other you. The today you. Does it make sense?

A cacophony of "no"s in all Tracy voices filled the room. Gordon chimed in, voicing general confusion:

- Why would we ALL attend with the President? And how many sisters do you have?

- As... International Rescue you're guests of honor and four. Val is a lead neurosurgeon at Tracy Memorial, Casey is currently Deputy Chief of Communications at the World President Office, Kyra here, is, obviously, an engineer of the Lighthouse, and the eldest one, Lucy, is a world class opera singer, mezzo soprano. Does that answer your question?

Gordon squinted again, not willing to let the bone go:

- Why are you attending then? You guests of honor too?

Kyra stepped forth, pointing at the mourning tattoo on her arm:

- It's a memorial recital for one of our own. We lost...Commander Skye's brother in an... experimental equipment test. A Cognitive drive malfunction. It is his birthday.

The Commander in question landed her scrutiny, finally, from the holograms and formulas back on the Tracies, deep in thought. Then to Lee again:

- This doesn't add up. There are all five of them pulled in by the Paradox. Only four would be present tonight.

This time the Tracies erupted in a more than worried "why"s.

Dawn, mostly quiet heretofore and engrossed in the datastream, spoke up:

- This may explain it. A dispatch from orbital patrol is just in: USS ZXL CJT made a Delta-drive jump back into the solar system.

Gasps of surprise were summarized by Skye's hoarse wisper:

- What happened? They were not due back another three years! Not after what happened to J... (under her breath). Can you rise the Captain?

- Negative. Not from this range.

Lee clicked his fingers and pumped the air again:

- That's our trigger! We'll have to jump the Lighthouse from Oort Cloud back to Earth now, to investigate. That's how the Paradox would assemble!

Alan snapped his head from one person talking to the other and finally burst out a question:

- What's ZXL CJT?

Dawn paused, seemingly, choosing words. Skye, suddenly grim and somber, gave her a slight nod to proceed:

- A Zero-XL class deep space recon and rescue vehicle "Colonel Jeff Tracy". Captain on board - Alan Sheppard Tracy.

[moonlight-eternal]

Greetings, denizens of this intangible ſpace. I am Gwyndolin, Goddess of the Darkmoon, lastborn child of the Great Lord Gwyn, patron goddess of justice and bearer of the Soul of Cold. Events have conſpired to bring me to this other place against my will. I worry greatly for Lordran in mine abſence, for the First Flame ever fadeth and, though diſtasteful is the act, ſacrifices must be offered as kindling with regularity, with the world's ſurvival prolonged in proportion to the magnitude of souls a ſavior Linketh unto the flame. The time approacheth again mere decades hence and preparations must be made to train the next heroic Undead and guide them along the path; to that end I seek return to the lands of my birth, that I might lay out the ſtrengthening challenges once more.

While here, however, I do resolve to learn of this odd realm, and to partake of its hoſpitality and its challenges. I am, outside of duty, a scholar: of three forms of magic, and of archery, and it would be remiſs to recuse myself from learning as well the skill of battling with pokemon. Therefore I do swear to train a team and ascend to Champion, should time allow while my search progreſseth toward a way to travel home.

I have one pokemon already, though I know its ſpecies not. Twas a brown and large-eared ſort, with fluffy tail, which did approach me like a cat upon my Fall. Foolishly I did reach out in trust, against my cautious habit, and as my fingers brushed across its fur a change did come at once. The beaſt now sporteth fur of white, with ribbons upon her neck all tipped in pink and blue. I have named her Ornstein, after a friend most dear to me, who did transform her body just like this creature, and myself in past, have done.

A settlement lieth ahead along the road; I shall make my way to its gates and seek insight as to the journey ahead.

[OOC info under the cut.]

Hi it's me again from @the-fluffiest-trainer, yes I know Dark Souls is quite a different vibe from MLP, but it's also my favorite game ever and I can't let the growing crowd of Bloodborne Fallers have all the fun, now can I? Gwyndolin and Fluttershy are in the same world and the same Kalos and can conceivably run into each other. This is mostly because I am still not very familiar with pokemon and didn't want to have to double my research and play through another game in parallel, but also because it will be really funny to see them meet.

This world is closer to the anime than to the games, with expanded regions and less emphasis on hard game mechanical details in pokemon battles. I write what makes sense from the perspective of living in the world, even if the numbers and code might not agree.

Important info and ground rules:

With this blog in particular, much more so than with Fluttershy's blog, I am going to have a very twitchy finger on the block button. This has nothing to do with you; this is just due to my own personal requirements in this specific context.

Pronouns are she/her exclusively. IC misgendering will be responded to with hostility. OOC misgendering may get you blocked, because it means you haven't read this pinned post and I really need people to have read this before interacting.

Gwyndolin arrived to Kalos via random ultra wormhole, same as many Fallers, from roughly the ds1 player's time period.

Pelipper mail is on, however...

I am extremely autistic about this game and I guarantee I know what ds1 canon does and does not say. If you make reference to something that's in ds3 but not in ds1, I will know.

If you put ds3 shit in my inbox, I will almost certainly not respond to it.

If the above happens too frequently, I will close all mail. And that's no fun for any of us.

If you send me particularly graphic or offensive ds3 shit, I will block you. Do not fucking test me on this.

Gwyndolin's pokemon team:

Ornstein (she/her), sylveon, who found Gwyndolin upon her Fall as an eevee but evolved instantly upon being pet, just due to the sheer transgender energy Gwyndolin imparted.

Andre (he/him), snom, found on Route 19 and initially thought to be a crystal lizard.

Sif (she/her), yamper, found alongside Radagon in the wilderness near Anistar City.

Radagon (he/him), yamper (shiny), found alongside Sif in the wilderness near Anistar City.

N/A

N/A

[unknown]'s pokemon team:

Nort (he/him), zoroark

Velkotaq (he/him), corviknight

Lozcar (she/her), malamar

Marshadow (they/them), marshadow

N/A

N/A

Text colors and formats used:

Gwyndolin: Standard black text

Visual description in videos: [Bracketed italicized black text]

[unknown]: Purple text. This person first appeared in the "#impish stranger arc". All that is known about them is that they are short, redheaded, have a zoroark named Nort, and also hail from Lordran.

Gym Leader Olympia: Blue text. First introduced in the "#anistar rumors arc", her psychic abilities may prove useful in tracking down the stranger noted above.

Fluttershy (@the-fluffiest-trainer): Pink text.

Twindolin: Teal text. AU Gwyndolin from a worse Lordran, introduced in the MMM "Moon Moon" and managed to stay in the pokemon world.

Content warnings for this blog, current and future:

Canonical events of Pokemon X

Trainers can be affected by pokemon moves if improperly targeted

Possible mentions of past transphobia and parental abuse

Not post-apocalyptic themes per se, more like... actively working to push off a foreseeable apocalypse. If Gwyndolin gets home again and does her job, there never will be an apocalypse.

Occasional high-stakes plots which may involve injury and/or death, for both pokemon and trainers.

Current deviations from normal:

Gwyndolin got cat ears pelipper mailed to her. It took her weeks to notice she had them because of the mask she wears all the time.

Story arcs so far:

Intro arc (no tag): Gwyndolin Falls into eastern Kalos and finds a starter pokemon. She takes on a dragon-type gym in a noncanon small town.

#cold wind arc: On the way to the nearest large city, Snowbelle, Gwyndolin investigates what appears to be a creature native to Lordran.

#impish stranger arc: Gwyndolin happens upon a person who cannot be focused on or remembered later, but who shows up on video. Investigation leads to this person revealing they are also from Lordran, then leaving town and threatening Gwyndolin with bodily harm if she tries to find them again.

#week of weeks mini-arc: The road is out to the north of Snowbelle, so Gwyndolin takes the back roads through a tiny town, arriving just in time for a local holiday. She learns about other traditions and meets a very gay woman named Ruth.

#anistar rumors arc: Everyone in Anistar City is strangely hostile for no apparent reason. The psychic gym leader Olympia informs Gwyndolin that a stranger passed through recently and spread unpleasant rumors about her, then made themself forgotten when they left. Also there was an incident with some zucchini.

#mmm: moon moon: An alternate Gwyndolin falls into Kalos, from a timeline in which the Dark overtook Lordran. She does not wish to return home, and with Gwyndolin's help manages to remain.

[basilepessoart]

Prout

Pour ceux qui suivent sur Fb, la nième ordure qui m'a pissé dessus s'est fait rétamer et est en HP comme beaucoup de ceux qui me font chier. C'est en privé sur le Fb d'Alain Goubert sous un post d'il y a 3 jours avec une liste des subventions à la presse française. Le type s'est retrouvé à péter dans le métro et se ramasser un coup de poing dans la gueule, direction hosto, là il n'arrête pas de roter quand on lui parle, moralité direction section psychiatrie. L'ordure s'appelle Jean Eric et vous le voyez soudainement arrêter de me harceler. Ca correspond au pet dans le métro. C'est pas la 1e fois, en fait ça n'arrête pas. Certains d''entre vous ont remarqué ces trucs, les autres diront, comme d'habitude, que je suis taré. Or, un hater NE S'ARRETE JAMAIS lorsqu'il est en train de faire chier. Truc imparable pour vérifier : essayez de me faire chier en public. Pour l'occurrence de cette ordure, qui en plus...était un client d'Anne (quand elle était kidnappée, en tant que prostituée forcée), demandez Alain en ami Fb. En privé vous êtes moins haineux, c'est principalement un phénomène public lié probablement à divers mécanismes psychologiques que je ne détaillerai pas ici, mais si jamais vous me faites aussi chier en privé c'est idem, on en parle au boss et il vous rétame. Et rétamer ça peut aller extrêmement loin, on est souvent pas dans le domaine du pet de métro ou de "TBM", le pédo-sat de Fès (à l'air) qui montre sa bite aux chats dans la rue, ou à des hommes, et se retrouve en fort fâcheuse posture, puis également interné. En privé ce qui advient, ce sont les mensonges dans le cadre des événements autour de la séquestration d'Anne et du pédo-satanisme. Je vous préviens qu'il n'est PAS dans votre intérêt de mentir même si vous croyez que cela vous apporte un intérêt à court terme. Après, "c'est vous qui voyez, y en a qui ont essayé !" BP.

[ainawgsd]

September 24-30 is National Deaf Dog Awareness Week!

[reidgraygubler]

going in blind (luke alvez/reader)

{image id: gif of luke alvez holding two long sleeved button ups, the one on the left is gray and the one on the right is blue. A german shepard is in the foreground. the caption reads “the blue or the grey? hmm?” end image id}

Title: Going In Blind

Request: No

Couple: Luke Alvez with Visually Impaired Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warning: swearing (if any), mentions of service/guide animals, mentions of serving in the army, brief mentions of PTSD, blind/visually impared!reader, if I missed anything or something else needs to be tagged, please message me and I will fix that! 

Word Count: 2,885

Summary: Penelope sets Luke up on a blind date with one of her friends… What could possibly go wrong…?

Author’s Note: Welcome to day two of my 7 fics in 7 days event! We have more firsts with this piece of work. I tried my hardest to make this be screen reader-friendly, if this has any problems with that, please let me know. This also blocks off a square on my third (i know) bingo card. It’s for the blind date square on the @cmbingo​ card! Thank you all so much for the love and support!  Check out my masterlist!

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“Are you on tinder?” Penelope asked, looking over Luke’s shoulder. Luke was quick, jumping as he put his phone face down on his desk. 

“What? No!” He looked over at his friend and colleague. He swallowed roughly, knowing that there was no way out of this one. Penelope already had the tools to find the truth. There was really no use hiding that from a woman like Penelope. Even if she wasn’t one of the best hackers he knew, Penelope would have worked it out of him no matter what. 

“It looked like you were on tinder, Newbie,” she glared at him as she crossed her arms over her chest. Luke looked down at his phone for a brief moment, before looking up at his friend.

“He’s definitely doing something,” Spencer chimed in, looking away from his book. “He’s been picking up his phone and looking at it every other minute. That’s not an exaggeration,” he spoke looking back down at his book. Penelope looked back down at Luke with an excited smile. 

“Yes, fine, I was on Tinder. It’s been awhile since things ended with Lisa and I wanted to… put myself out there, as some would say,” Luke spoke as he gestured towards his phone, “and, tinder is a viable way of doing that,” he looked up at his friend and shrugged. 

“What if I set you up on a blind date?" Penelope smiled as she looked down at her co-worker. 

“I… I guess… you can do that," he replied, furrowing his eyebrows. He wasn't too sure what to expect from Penelope when it came to a blind date. 

“Oh sweetness! I know the perfect person!” Penelope clapped her hands together as she looked back at Luke. "I'll give them your number! And then you guys can plan a date or something!" she looked down at her friend with excitement. 

{***}

"Roxy, blue or gray?" Luke looked at the German Shepard that was sitting on his bed. Roxy tilted her head to the side as she looked at her owner. Luke groaned as he looked at his pet, tossing both the shirts to his bed. He looked at the two clothing items before picking up the navy blue shirt and holding it to his chest. 

“Blue might be best. Who doesn’t love blue?” he looked over at Roxxy with a smile before changing into the shirt. “Alright, Roxxy, wish me luck,” Luke whispered as he rubbed the dog’s head. With one last look at the animal, Luke left, hoping to make it there on time. 

Unfortunately for him, time was not on his side and traffic ended up being his new friend. And when he did finally make it to the restaurant, he was a few minutes late. He rushed to the table, hoping they’d still be there.

“So sorry I’m late, I was trying to pick what color of shirt to wear and then traffic was a nightmare on the way here,” Luke chuckled as he sat down at the table across from them. They smiled and nodded, folding their hands over the table.

“Oh, oh it’s okay, really. I was a little nervous myself,” they laughed as they lifted a hand to their chest as they spoke. Luke looked at them and smiled. He silently prayed that this date wouldn’t crash and burn like previous dates he had been on.

But, little did he know, they were doing the same thing. They couldn’t even count how many dates they had gone on that failed harder than a teen who didn’t study for a test. They went into this date expecting it to have a bad outcome.

“Which color did you pick?” they asked like it was no big deal, like maybe he already knew the biggest, most obvious fact about them. They would have assumed that Penelope told him.

“Well, I, uh, I wore the blue shirt… I wasn’t sure which color to wear,” Luke laughed, watching as they started playing with their hands. 

“So that’s what color it is,” they laughed lightly before blinking. The smile they had on their lips was very genuine. They were excited. Of course they were excited, someone was going on a date with them. And, so far so good, right?

Or, so they thought...

“I don’t… I don’t get it… Am I missing something,” Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at them. They had their hands resting in their lap. As a certain nervousness took over, they began pulling at their fingers, popping each knuckle. 

“Did Penelope not tell you,” they nervously chuckled, blinking slowly as they shifted in their seat. 

“Tell me…? Tell me what?” 

“I’m blind,” they chuckled again. The silence that fell between both of them was tense. It was obvious that Luke had no clue that they were blind. Of course, they went into this blind date knowing whoever it was might not have known it was a literal blind date. It wouldn’t have been the first, or last, time Penelope left that detail out. 

“Oh… Oh… I’m… I’m so sorry,” Luke muttered as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. They laughed and shook their head.

“It’s okay. Really, it’s fine. I knew Penelope probably didn’t tell you,” they chuckled lightly before shrugging.

“I don’t know why Penelope didn’t mention that you… you’re blind,” Luke laughed as he brought his glass to his lips. They laughed and shook their head.

“I honestly wouldn’t put it past her… Wouldn’t be the first time she’s done that to me,” they smiled, reaching their hand out to feel for their glass of water. “Well, I’m not totally blind. I can see shapes if they’re being backlit. So, like if someone was standing in front of the sun,” their smiled and nodded before bringing the glass to their lips. After taking a sip, they carefully placed the cup back on the table. “Does that make sense?” they cocked their head to the side.

“Yeah, yeah it makes sense,” Luke nodded as he looked at them, “So, I picked a pretty good spot then, huh?” he asked as he realized that he was facing away from the sun. 

“Well, I was the one who picked the spot, silly,” they couldn’t help but laugh. Luke felt somewhat comforted by their laughter, laughing lightly in return. “I knew the window seat would help me in that. It’s nice having the shape of my date,” they kept laughing. In their head that made sense, but thinking back about it now, they weren’t too sure if it made sense out loud. 

“How… How did you go blind? If you don’t mind me asking,” Luke asked, his voice soft as he spoke. He wasn’t too sure if it was insensitive to ask that, but he was genuinely curious. If he didn’t find out through them, he would have just asked Penelope. 

“Oh, uh, yeah you can ask,” they laughed again. Luke smiled, it was clear he really liked their laughter. Part of him was happy they couldn’t see how he looked at them. But the other part of him was upset that he couldn’t share the same things he saw with them. “I went blind when I was really young. I was like 5. If it wasn’t a million dollar word that you probably didn’t understand, I’d say it. But, I basically went blind because of an illness,” they smiled and nodded. 

“Wow, I… I can’t even imagine…” Luke started but let his words trail off. Of course, how would anyone ever imagine being blind at such a young age? But they’ve heard that from so many people, and not just people they went on dates with, but friends, nurses, strangers on the street, and even family. They didn’t let it bother them though. 

“Yeah, the number of times I’ve heard that,” they shrugged as they reached out for their glass of water again, “Trust me, it’s fine. I’ve been blind all my life, basically. I’m like a professional at it or something,” a small snicker came from them. 

“Do you have a service animal?” Luke asked, watching as they expertly placed their water back down. 

“His name is Pickles,” they smiled as they dropped their head down, “He’s a Labradoodle,” they felt happiness spread through their body as they talked more about their pet. Although, he was more than just a pet, than just a dog to them. Pickles was basically their best friend and family. 

“I bet your Pickles and my Roxxy would be great friends,” Luke enthused with a laugh. Their head jerked up as if they looked at him the second he mentioned having a dog. 

“Is Roxy a service animal?” they asked, resting their hands on the table. Luke smiled and nodded.

“Roxy helps with my PTSS…” he supplied a proper answer when he realized they didn’t see the nod. 

“Oh my goodness,” they whispered, a sudden anxiety grew in their stomach as they thought of what to say next. But, they didn’t really know what to say. 

“It’s all good now. Roxy’s my best friend. I’d be lost without her,” Luke swallowed roughly before nodding again.

“When did you serve? Where did you serve?” they asked, cocking their head to their shoulder. 

“Uh, several years ago now. I served as part of the 75th Rangers  in Iraq… with the U.S. Army,” his words got quiet as he spoke, but they were just loud enough for them to hear. They smiled and nodded.

“Thank you for your service, Luke,” the date whispered with a soft smile, “And now you work for the FBI."

“Yep! And now I work for the FBI,” Luke laughed and nodded, “Wouldn’t trade it for anything. My team is like my family,” 

“You know, that wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard somebody say that. Penelope speaks so fondly of you,” his companion smiled as they ran their hand across the tablecloth. Their shoulders relaxed as they felt the fabric beneath their fingertips. “Well, she speaks fondly of everyone she knows, so I suppose it’s hard to judge that. But, she does talk about you and your team a lot. More often than anything else. Other than Sergio, of course,” they laughed, which in turn caused Luke to laugh. 

“You’re not wrong. She really does talk about everyone she meets like they’ve done no wrong,” he agreed with a soft laugh. 

“Which is impressive in her line of work, because of everything she sees. But I think that’s something Penelope and I have in common. I think too good of people. I think it would be too hard to work in the FBI, though,” they wrinkled their nose. “I’ve met some pretty shitty people but not serial killers… Not that bad,” they shrugged and dropped their shoulders. 

Thankfully the moment was saved when the waitress came up to the table and took Luke and his date’s order. Playing it safe, they got spaghetti with sauce and cheese. Where as Luke ordered steak with vegetables. 

“That sounds yummy. Hopefully it’s as good as it sounds,” they smiled and nodded. “Sorry I was intense about talking nice about other people. I don’t know. Working for the FBI sounds like it’d be cool, but very exhausting.” 

“It is… It can be mentally and emotionally draining,” Luke nodded as he leaned over the table, resting his elbows on the edge to keep himself up. “But, it makes up for itself… See people be reunited with their families… It’s worth it then,” he nodded as he thought about previous cases he worked on. 

“I’d never be able to do that,” they blinked before shaking their head, “I don’t know how Penelope does it,” 

“A lot of courage. She surprises me everyday,” he laughed. This time it was their turn to appreciate his laughter. Though they couldn’t exactly see his face, they could imagine what was in front of them. The happiness and love he had for a friend. Luke’s date loved that he loved his friends like they were family. 

“Anyways, enough about me and my work…” Luke cleared his throat as he watched his date rest their elbows on the table. “Tell me about you. Like, uh… What kind of music do you listen to?” he raised an eyebrow.

{***}{***}{***}

“You should have taken her seriously when she said blind date," Luke’s date chuckled lightly as the two of them walked down a cobblestone path. Their arm carefully rested on Luke's as they walked. Their other hand held their cane, tapping it across the ground in front of them. 

"I agree, wasn't expecting it to be a literal blind date," Luke returned the chuckle, "But I had fun," he added as he looked down at his date.

"I did too. I'm kinda glad Penelope didn't tell you I'm blind," they laughed nervously. Truth be told, they were scared Luke would have ditched them. It’s happened before, what's not stopping it from happening again? They couldn't count how many times it has happened.

Luke abruptly stopped in his tracks as he looked down at his date. It caught them off guard, forcing them to turn and face him.

"What? Why'd we stop? Did something happen?" As the grip they had on his arm softened a little bit, the grip on their cane tightened. A certain fear filled their body, not sure what was happening at the moment.

"You know…” Luke started, pausing for a moment to find his words. The date pulled their hand from Luke’s arm as they turned to face him more. “I would have come whether Penelope told me you were blind or not," he continued, lifting a hand and resting it on their shoulder. They jumped slightly, not expecting the friendly gesture. 

“I know… Well, actually, I don’t know. Because you wouldn’t be the first person to say that to me,” they swallowed roughly before dropping their head to the ground, “The number of failed dates I’ve gone on… Is a little embarrassing… And, the number of people who knew I was blind before the date and ditched… Is even worse,” they whispered as they stepped back away from Luke. Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his date. He couldn’t figure out why someone would ditch someone as cool as them. So what if they couldn’t see as well as others, or at all? They still deserved to be treated like a normal human. 

“You don’t deserve that,” he muttered as he stared at his date. They smiled and nodded, already knowing that. “And, frankly, this is the best date I’ve been on in a long time,” 

“I’m glad to hear that. It was a pretty good date for me too,” they smiled, as their hand returned to his arm. “Where are we anyways?” they took a deep breath and shuffled closer to his body. 

“Down the street from your apartment,” he replied, looking down the street. 

“Did Penelope give you my address?” they tilted their head up to him as they spoke. Luke’s date wouldn’t put it past Penelope, honestly. They expected it. 

“Yeah, she said I should pick you up. But you said you would take an Uber…” he replied with a nod, “When we left the restaurant, I parked a few blocks away from your apartment, so we could walk… And so this date wouldn’t end,” he laughed lightly. His date couldn’t stop the large smile growing on their lips, feeling their heart pitter-pattering quickly in their chest. 

“You really mean that,” they stopped tapping their cane across the ground as they began trusting Luke. 

“We'll have to do this again,” his date laughed as they turned to face Luke, “I had a lot of fun tonight,”  

“Of course I mean that. I told you...This is the best date I’ve been on in a while,” Luke laughed as he sensed their new level of trust in him.

“I wish this night didn’t have to end,” they said with a bubbly smile. Luke enjoyed the excitement of his date and hummed in agreement. Even though they both wished the night could keep going, the two walked in a comfortable and warm silence to their apartment.

“Yes! We will. Maybe we can walk Pickles and Roxy in the park,” Luke smiled as he looked down at them. 

And just as he got to the bottom step of the small staircase, he stopped for a brief moment before turning to his date. “I’ll see you later,” Luke smiled at them. 

“I won’t,” the blind date smiled as they rested their hand on the railing beside them. Luke froze when he realized his verbal mistake. His mouth opening slightly as he looked up at them with shock in his eyes.

“Aw man, I totally fudged that, didn’t I?” he pointed at the date before shoving his hands in his pockets. They laughed and shook their head.

“No, no, don’t worry. It’s fine. I thought it was funny. It happens all the time, actually,” them smiled and nodded, “I better let you go. It was nice meeting you, Luke,” they grasped their cane with both their hands as they turned to face him more.

“I’ll definitely call you,” 

“I’ll definitely text you,” the date grinned before turning and entering their apartment. 

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Levi Ackerman x Reader x Eren Jaeger (Implied) Levi Ackerman x Reader

Tags: Fingering, Back seat fraternization. CEO Levi Ackerman COO Eren Jaeger. Personal Assistant Reader. 18+. 

         “Oh, now that���s not fair.” Eren’s own dark voice practically rang through your ear while Levi’s hands trailed up your thighs, fingertips slipping past your dress. “Levi, do enough for the both of us.”

          “I do what I want,” Levi answered back haughtily, pupils blown out as he watched your lips part with heavy breaths.

           You couldn’t really blame Floch for his current actions. After all, this was a rather huge company party, and the opportunities that came with such an event were overflowing. First of all, the networking possibilities were endless. The big named corporate goons were flooding the large Victorian banquet hall that had been rented out and hosted by Ackerman Co., the second largest technological corporation in the states. Everyone who was anyone had attended, ready to mooch off of the billionaires that walked through those lavish ornate doors.

           Second of all, employees of Ackerman Co. were all invited, as per request from their generous CEO, Levi Ackerman. You hid a scoff behind the pristine wine glass that touched your painted red lips. Levi Ackerman. The man was anything but generous. He was short, rude, and irrationally anal about the most particular things. You should know—after all, you are his personal assistant.

           More like glorified cleaning monkey but you digress.

           Then there was Eren Jaeger, Levi’s own little pet project. Eren was a few years younger than Levi but was already being groomed to succeed the company. The two were around each other, practically feeding each other’s egos like the little power hungry mongrels they were.

           Well, Eren was feeding Levi’s ego. Levi’s only words of praise being thrown towards anyone were ‘Nice job, not fucking up the data transfer you complete walking pile of shit stains.’

           Isn’t he absolutely charming?

           The two were also unfairly gorgeous; Levi’s sharp chiseled face and built frame making up for the slight height imparity as well as Eren’s other worldly iridescent viridian eyes and long brunette locks that looked soft to the touch.

           God, what those eyes did to you.

           Being Levi’s personal assistant basically meant being Eren’s as well. Regardless of just how handsome those two were, it wouldn’t make up for the absolute hell they rained down on you with the way they overloaded you with work.

           Maybe you can blame Floch for trying to kiss up to Levi right now. It was pathetic, really. The bumbling idiot’s rambles were only irritating Levi and pissing Eren off which meant four glasses of wine for you to be able to deal with their moods.

           Then Eren’s eyes locked onto your frame from across the floor. You wanted to narrow your eyes in distaste, to scoff and turn away, to pretend you didn’t see him—but it was hard to when his towering frame looked so unfairly good in that black tux. That was another thing that wasn’t fair when it came to the way Levi and Eren treated you; the sharp gazes that promised unbearable pleasure every time they laid their eyes upon you were inappropriate. You should be more upset, angrier at the way they looked at you with such possessive fervent hunger within their eyes. But in the end, it only served to burn embers deep within the core of your stomach.

           You’ve spent countless nights alone in your bed getting off at the memory of those looks, off at the memory of Levi and Eren. It just wasn’t fair.

           If there was a better time to say eat the rich, it would be now.

           Before you could comprehend the slight gasps of the awestruck women beside you, Levi and Eren had walked across the floor standing right in front of you, ready to give you a migraine that would last a century.

           “, Well don’t you look pleasant, this evening.” Levi snarked, your last name pouring out of his mouth like sweet, warmed honey, dripping down the octave of his voice that continued to lower as he spoke to you. “Usually you look like you’re contemplating murdering us, brat.”

           Bristling immediately, you pursed your lips in a tight smile and tried to calm down. He always just got under your skin so quickly.

           “Mr. Ackerman, I’d rather not discuss such grim topics in the middle of a party.” You brought the glass up to your lips again, not once breaking eye contact with that gun-metal gaze and took a sip. “Let’s keep that within work hours.”

           Eren’s sudden airy laugh broke your staring contest with Levi, garnering attention from both you and the ebony haired man in front of you.

           “Now that’s the bite we remember,” Eren murmured, smile softening and eyes glazing over with something more primal. “I was almost worried the atmosphere was affecting your mood.”

           “You’re rather confident if you think that the atmosphere you two provide with your money has any effect on what my mood is.” You quipped back, feeling heat rise to your cheeks at the tone.

           “Oh, we’re positive that we can provide an entertaining atmosphere, definitely something that’ll keep you…coming back for more,” Levi said, tone husky and guttural feeding the warmth in your stomach a little more. You swallowed thickly, ignoring their desire filled expressions and reached down to tug at the bottom of your dress, hoping to cover a little more of your thighs and hide the any evidence of the arousal that came when you were in contact with the two.

           Eren’s hair, though pulled back into a slightly messy bun, still had a few strands peak out of the tie, framing his already symmetrical face and bringing out his prominent features. He ran a hand through those locks, pushing them back as he looked down at you like some sort of animal ready to strike down on its prey.

           Levi was no different, more reserved than Eren, but his eyes held a deep promise of toe-curling ecstasy.

           You hated those two.

           Finishing your glass of wine as quickly as you could, you placed the empty cup on a passing waiter’s tray, fumbling with a hasty response and trying your damned best to get the fuck out of there. “Well, this was a lovely conversation, but I really should head back home for the night. I wouldn’t want to be late to work because of—”

           “Because of us.” Levi cut off. You pursed your lips at the implication behind his words and slowly nodded, unable to deny them.

           “Yes, because of you two.” You cleared your throat and tightened your grip on your clutch. “Now, if you’ll excuse me—”

           “Let us drop you off.” Eren offered, smiling almost childishly, throwing you off completely from the tension that had been building up between you three. “It wouldn’t be right to just let you take a cab on your own. And it seems like you had a little too much to drink so driving is out of the question.”

           Alone. Inside of a car. With Eren and Levi. You were slightly tipsy, but you also weren’t stupid.

           “No, I couldn’t impose—”

           “You’re not imposing, brat.” Levi tutted out, digging through his jacket pocket for his keys before tossing them at Eren who caught them easily. “Come on. We’re driving you home.”

           Eren sent another smile your way before gently laying a hand on the small of your back, the large encompassing palm warming the bare skin there but not at all inching any lower as to respect your boundaries. Him and Levi led you out before you could utter another word of protest and your mind was reeling with so many possibilities of just where this drive could end up.

           No, you stated sternly in your mind, chastising yourself for your indecent thoughts. You are not sleeping with the boss and the boss’s protégé. Or one. Or the other. Or—why has god forsaken me.

           You wanted to throw a tantrum at the fact that two delectable pieces of meat were hanging right there, right in front of you, but morally you understood that wouldn’t be right at all.

           Accepting your fate, you decided to just be pressed against the side door in the back seat of the car for the entire ride, hoping to avoid any inappropriate interaction with the two. As you walked between them outside into the slightly chilly night air, you saw Floch standing by the drink table, looking absolutely furious as if he was trying to bore holes into your very innocent skull.

           Hiding a smirk, you straightened your back and walked towards the black lavish vehicle, feeling much better from seeing Floch’s annoying little gerbil face scrunch up in envy.

           Oh yeah, that was nice.

           Rather chivalrously, Eren opened the back door for you, sending you another cute smile—damn him—before shutting it and stepping to the driver’s seat. You let out a small breath of relief. Good, this way Levi and Eren can sit in the front and you would be content, unbothered and definitely not sexually frustrated in the back.

           But then the sound of the door on your other side closing was heard and you turned to see Levi right next to you instead of in the passenger’s side like he should have been.

           “Um, sir.” You inhaled shakily. “I’ll be alright in the back alone, you don’t need to sit beside me—”

           “Oh, I don’t ever remembering doing something I didn’t want to.” Levi hummed back sarcastically, raising an arched brow at you cockily. If you hadn’t found the look to be so attractive, you would have shoved his face in the car seat in front of you.

           Saying nothing back, you sat still, hand curled in your lap and knees tucked together as you watched Eren start the car and begin driving to your destination.

           It was almost too quiet, only Eren’s off tune humming filling the tense heavy air while you tried to ignore Levi’s body heat radiating off to your side. Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him—you continued to chant that mantra in your head, thinking of anything but the fact that Levi’s hands were laying so close to your bare thighs. The scent of heady, almost sweet black tea touched the tips of your taste buds, the aroma of Levi’s cologne so strong it was enveloping more than one of your senses and it was addicting.

           No, you scolded yourself immediately, biting hard on your bottom lip as you clutched the ends of your dress unforgivingly. Do not go there.

           Unfortunately, because you were chewing so harshly onto the abused appendage, the sudden pothole that Eren ran through caused you to jump and bite down on your lip harder than before making you gasp in pain. You let the plush, swollen skin fall out from between your teeth, touching it tenderly and wincing in pain.

           “You fucking idiot.” Levi hissed towards Eren, grabbing your waist seeing as you had also unintentionally leaned onto him at the same time. “Watch where you’re fucking driving!”

           “Hey, don’t get mad at me! Get mad at city funding!”

           You giggled at Eren’s indignant remark, not minding the soothing rubs of Levi’s surprisingly large hands that grazed your back. “I’m okay.” You sighed out. “Definitely city funding’s fault.”

           Eren shot you an apologetic smile through the rear view mirror before looking back at the road and driving much slower than before.

           “Here let me see,” Levi murmured your name softly, uncharacteristically gentler than you thought was possible, and pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger. He turned your face towards him, nose only inches away from your own but not at all seeming to mind it as he ran his calloused thumb across the bruised skin of your bottom lip.

           “You shouldn’t be biting on it.” Levi mumbled, voice low and filled with something you couldn’t describe. His eyes trailed back up to lock with your own and you held your breath, those silver irises always muddling your brain and turning your head into mush. “Look how red it is.”

           “I-It’s fine—” You gasped as Levi practically yanked you onto his lap, your knees resting on either side of his waist. “Mr. Ackerman!” You yelled affronted, blush painting your skin as his breath fanned the sides of your neck making you tremble in unprecedented delight.

           “Oh, now that’s not fair.” Eren’s own dark voice practically rang through your ear while Levi’s hands trailed up your thighs, fingertips slipping past your dress. “Levi, do enough for the both of us.”

           “I do what I want,” Levi answered back haughtily, pupils blown out as he watched your lips part with heavy breaths. You squirmed on his lap, trying to simultaneously get away from his ministrations as well as provide friction to your slick cunt.

           “Mr. Ackerman we can’t.” You whined out, rather embarrassingly loud as Levi began to lay wet open mouthed, strategic, kisses onto the supple skin of your exposed neck.

           “I don’t tend to take orders really well,” He sneered huskily, your last name added with the formal ‘Ms.’ prefix making your already racing heartbeat against your chest. He pushed the edges of your dress past your hips, exposing your black lace panties that were damp with arousal.

           The alcohol must be getting to you because this can’t be okay.

           His thumbs traced the edges of you’re the lace frills that your panties had adorned on them—they were cheap and cute from Burlington. You had no idea that anyone, let alone your boss would be seeing you in them. But here you are. You were really thanking your past self for thinking of you now.

           “Do you want me to make you feel good?” Levi asked, teasing the edges of your inner thighs but never reaching that one place, making your pussy throb in need. “Answer me,”

           “Yes,” You choked out desperately, moving your hips in slow deliberate circles, grinding your wet heat onto his slacks, dampening them with your slick. You were so shameless, but it didn’t seem like Levi minded. In fact, judging by the cruel smirk on his face, he was having the time of his life.

           “Beg.”

           You stopped immediately, eyes widened as you looked down at Levi to see if there were any signs of him joking anywhere. But he only stared back at you, stern and unmoving, hands slowly inching away from where you needed him most. You could feel your eyes dampen in embarrassment and desperation, a tiny mewl escaping your lips as you tried to grab his hands and bring them back. But his strength was unmatched, arms unmoving even with your insistent budging.

           “You heard him, baby,” Eren’s heavy voice sending shivers down your spine. “Beg.” The command wasn’t any less powerful even though you couldn’t see him, and you let out a whimper, grinding your hips in slow circles, hoping to entice Levi into taking action.

           “P-Please,” You gasped out, face heating up at the admission. All this time you had sworn you would never bow down to money or reputation, but this kind of power was something that Levi and Eren were born with—you were sure of it. “Please, touch me.”

           “Touch you where?” Levi’s hands moved back to cup your aching folds, making you gasp and thrust your hips into the touch. “Tell me.”

           “Fuck—Levi, please just—make me cum with your fingers, touch my cunt please.” You sobbed, pressing your lips together at the humiliation and arousal that came with submitting to such a man.

           “Good girl.” Levi husked out appraisingly, finally, finally, pulling the fabric of your panties aside and pushing his thumb to rub up against your folds towards your clit, rubbing the throbbing area with slow deliberate pressure. You moaned, the sounds coming out of you so wanton and erotic, you almost couldn’t believe that they came out of you. Your eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure of Levi’s skilled fingers, pressing in and out of you, rubbing your damp walls and eliciting more of your slick out of you, dampening your inner thighs with the obscene liquid.

           Each heavy thrust, each beckoning motion that he did inside of you, only served to abuse that one spot, making you see stars behind your eyelids.

           “Yeah,” You moaned out, leaning your forehead against his as he continued to play with your soaked pussy. “That’s so…ah…good—!” You cut yourself off, a sudden shriek spilling from your lips as Levi curled his fingers, pressing hard against your bundle of nerves while pressing his wet thumb against your abused clit. It was electrifying, the heat boiling from your legs, up to your stomach and straight to your head making you unable to think properly let alone comprehend the salacious praises that you cried out towards Levi.

           You wanted to rip away from that feeling. It was so terrifying the way that sharp coil tightened your insides and tore you apart with each push and pull of Levi’s skilled hands. It wasn’t fair. You had never reached the brink so quickly with someone before but within seconds you were putty in Levi’s hands.

           “Look at me,” Levi ordered, sharply using your name in his command and using his free hand to pull your face towards him. “Look at me when you cum.”

           You must have made such a sight. Debauched and ruined at the hands of your boss. But you couldn’t say you minded as one final purposeful shove of his fingers going knuckle deep inside of you sent you over the edge and into euphoria.

           Your thighs quacked in overstimulation as you tried to muffle a scream by crashing your lips against Levi’s who met your desperation with his own starved mouth. The messy kiss helped ease your orgasm and ride the pleasurable waves down to a dwindling content buzz.

           Pulling out his fingers with an almost sickening squelch, Levi eyed them with disgust mixed with a bit of arousal, before moving them towards your lips. He pried your lips open with his slick covered fingers, making you taste your own essence, shoving them inside your mouth unforgivingly. You shuddered at the strong taste but made no effort to disobey his unspoken orders, licking each appendage clean with your tongue.

           “If you think we’re done with you, you got another thing coming.” Levi growled darkly, groping and massaging your thigh while trailing his fingers out of your mouth down your chin, creating a thin line of saliva mixed with come down your jaw.

           “By the way,” Eren turned in his seat, facing both you and Levi with a sharp, toothy smirk. “We’re here. It’s my turn.”

           Judging by the look on Eren’s face, the night was far from over.

[dia-morphin-e]

Please do not try to pet or distract service animals. When a service animal is working, it is crucial they are focused. Service animals preform a vast array of different important tasks, from emotional support and psychiatric service animals to guide dogs that help the visually impared and hearing dogs that help hh/deaf individuals to medical alert animals like seizure response dogs, diabetic response dogs, allergen detection dogs, dogs that are trained to notice changes in heart rhythm, blood pressure, signs of dizziness, help with mobility disorders and so, so much more. Service animals play a crucial role in their owners' safety and wellbeing, and when they are working they need to be focused. They need to be able to notice if the sandwich their owner is about to eat was accidentally cross contaminated with an allergen that the owner wouldn't be able to see or smell but that most certainly would harm or possibly even kill them and is easily detected by the service animal as long as they are able to pay attention. They need to be able to notice if their owner's blood sugar is getting too high or too low, or if their owner's heart rate is getting too high. They need to know if their owner needs to take their medication. They need to be able to pay attention to what is going on. If someone's service animal gets distracted, it puts their owner's life at risk. Trying to pet someone's service animal or making little kissy faces/noises/gestures at the animal puts their life at risk. Please. Do not distract service animals.

[darilto-blog]

Top 5 Melhores Remédios para Sarna de Cachorro em 2022

Então vamos à lista dos 5 Melhores Remédios para Sarna de Cachorro em 2022.

em quinto lugar temos o exgard Spectra BOEHRINGER INGELHEIMN.

O Nexgard Spectra promete eficácia por 30 dias, mantendo os cães livres e protegidos da sarna otodécica, que atinge o ouvido dos animais.

Além disso, sua ação abrangente combate pulgas, carrapatos e vermes, sendo a marca mais vendida de antiparasitas para cachorro!

Nos sites de venda os tutores relatam a eficácia do produto na total eliminação dos parasitas, além de comentarem principalmente sobre a facilidade na administração da dose.

Já que, por ter um delicioso sabor de carne, esse remédio para sarna de cachorro agrada muito o paladar dos pets!

em quarto lugar temos o imparic para Cães ZOETISS.

Com eficácia contra pulgas, carrapatos e ácaros causadores da sarna o Simparic tem a vantagem de ser em formato mastigável.

Assim, esse remédio para sarna de cachorro é uma opção muito prática de oferecer ao animal.

Ele promete combater sarna demodécica, otodécica e a escabiose humana!

A fabricante do Simparic garante que o produto é bastante saboroso para o paladar dos cães.

Proporcionando fácil aceitação e maior conforto para os queridos animaizinhos.

Além disso, ele promete ser eficaz contra pulgas e carrapatos durante 35 dias, evitando reinfestações!

em terceiro lugar temos o arnavet Pomada PROVETSS.

O Sarnavet é um remédio para sarna de cachorro que age contra diferentes espécies de ácaros.

Assim ele combate a sarna sarcóptica, demodécica, otodécica e notoédrica, já que elimina a causa e trata as lesões de pele dos cães e gatos.

Para garantir a eficácia desse remédio para sarna em cachorro, é indicado cobrir toda a lesão com uma fina camada de Sarnavet Pomada, utilizando uma espátula ou um pincel macio.

Também é recomendado massagear levemente o local durante a aplicação, e aplicar também nos arredores das lesões.

Por ser em formato de pomada, o Sarnavet é uma ótima opção de remédio para curar sarna de cachorro que ainda está com poucas lesões.

Já que, dessa forma, a aplicação local é facilitada e a doença não se espalha rapidamente.

em segundo lugar temos o Tiuran DUPRAT.

O Tiuran é um remédio para sarna em cachorro que age contra a sarna sarcóptica, demodécica, otodécica e notoédrica.

Principais tipos de sarna que acometem cães e gatos. Além disso, ele combate micoses, através da eliminação dos fungos Microsporum e Trichophyton.

Por ser spray, esse remédio para sarna possui uma boa área de cobertura. A aplicação é simples pois basta aplicá-lo na pele seca do cão após o banho, apenas nas regiões lesionadas pela sarna.

Outro diferencial é que ele promete um resultado eficiente se repetido o procedimento por mais 2 ou 3 dias.

Segundo relatos dos usuários nos sites de venda o produto tem alta eficácia!

Mas por ser um remédio para tratar sarna de cachorro, ele deve ser administrado com cautela, seguindo as instruções da fabricante ou a orientação do médico veterinário.

e em primeiro lugar temos o Tetisarnol Spray COVELI.

O Tetisarnol Spray é uma das melhores opções de remédio para sarna de cachorro. Isso porque ele age contra sarnas e também combate as infecções secundárias causadas pela sarna.

Considerado um produto 5 em 1, o Tetisarnol é sarnicida, anti-inflamatório, antimicótico, antialérgico e antibiótico local.

Além de combater a sarna, o Tetisarnol Spray alivia as alergias da pele e irritações como pruridos e picadas de insetos, age contra micoses e ajuda a tratar eczemas da pele.

Tudo isso com muita praticidade no uso, bastando aplicar um jato na área afetada a cada 12 ou 24 horas, durante 5 dias.

Avaliações dos usuários nos sites de venda, indicam que o produto é muito eficaz no alívio da coceira, além de proporcionar uma rápida cicatrização das lesões.

[affairesasuivre]

Lift To Experience - The Texas Jerusalem Crossroads (2001)

Il y a toujours des groupes que l’on regrette d’avoir découvert sur le tard. Moi-même il y a quelques années je me souviens avoir reproché à mon grand frère de ne pas m’avoir fait écouter Elliott Smith plus tôt. Des artistes dont on sait immédiatement qu’ils auraient pu nous accompagner et nous aider à concevoir la bande originale de notre vie. Comme il n’est jamais trop tard, c’est en tombant par hasard sur une rare interview de John T. Pearson c hez Pinkushion (un grand merci à eux) que j’ai basculé dans l’univers des Texans Lift To Experience. 

Un personnage à la Jeff Mangum, qui après avoir composé cette unique œuvre long format, mit fin à jamais à son groupe pour disparaître du grand public si jamais il y était déjà rentré. On croise aujourd’hui ce barbu énigmatique entre Austin et Paris où il aime jouer acoustique et solo. Et cette œuvre en question rentre complètement dans cette catégorie d’album insurpassé, comme Pet Sounds, Loveless ou In The Aeroplane Over The Sea. Un album qui c’est évident ne peut que remporter ses cinq étoiles à la fin, désolé pour le spoiler.

Le contexte : John T. Person est un fils de Pasteur, né dans un Etat dont on connait tous les travers politiques. Ami de Trail Of Dead…, il s’entoure sobrement d’Andy Young à la batterie et de Josh Browning à la basse. John, lui, s’arme d’une seule et unique Fender Jazzmaster pour tout l’album, la guitare de Jay Mascis de Dinosaur Jr par exemple, mais aussi celle de Lovelessjustement des Bloody Valentines. Dans son esprit à lui, le Texas est au centre du monde, et c’est l’heure de l’apocalypse. Nait alors un concept album effrayant, où chaque parole est biblique ou mystique, jusqu’à cet enchaînement génial de titres liés à la suite sur la tracklist, jugez du peu : "Just as was told, Down came the angels," "Falling from cloud 9", "With crippled wings", "Waiting to hit", "The grounds so soft". Ca n’est que le premier cd, oui parce que l’on parle bien de double album Monsieur ! Quant au format : 2 disques, 11 titres entre 5 et 9 minutes pour au final plus d’une heure et quart de morceaux qui semblent n’en faire qu’un.

Evidemment la grande force de ce disque, c’est la voix de John. Lyrique, pénétrante, sobre, poétique et souvent rapprochée de Jeff Buckley. C’est indéniable, il y a un élément commun entre ces deux là, mais attention on ne se retrouve pas face à une pâle copie de l’auteur de Grace. Ici il n’y a que des "Grace" puissance mille pour vous dire. Et il se tient donc là, avec ses psaumes incantatoires, tel un évangéliste convaincu (pléonasme), et il nous fait voyager dans des terres arides que Mogwaï n’aurait pas reniées. C’est en fait un mal contagieux imparable. Pas forcément gai (euphémisme), John porte en lui un vague à l’âme qu’il exorcise à chaque instant, en spoken words ou en gueulant. Un western musical éprouvant. "Just as was told" est la première pierre de l’édifice, l’ambiance est posée, ça secoue. Des montées, des descentes, des breaks, une guitare qui en vaut douze, un texte biblique prêché par quelqu’un qui semble pousser son dernier souffle à chaque instant.

"Down came the angels". Minimaliste. Seul au fond de sa grotte, John parle à sa guitare et devient inquiétant. C’est d’autant plus la claque quand commence "Falling from cloud 9", premier morceau immense de cette œuvre. A trois ils organisent ce mur du son à la fois rock et noisy, et donnent de la flamboyance à leurs morceaux. Sans emphase, des classiques instantanés. Inutile de tous les nommer non plus. Même si on trouve grâce et beauté sur "With crippled wings", tension permanente sur "Waiting to hit", trémolos de guitare, explosion puis A Capella miraculeux sur le grandiose "The ground soft". Un dernier pour la route et non des moindres, "These are the days", titre ultime de ce disque, qui part d’arpèges célestes pour accoucher d’un délire noisy dantesque. Est-il besoin d’en rajouter ? En bref : le seul et unique testament d’un groupe étoile filante. Sombre, hypnotique, bouleversant, inoubliable, cet objet est destiné à devenir culte. Ceux qui n’y adhèrent pas seront maudits lors du jugement dernier.

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

Aries

Letting your Freak Flag Fly wasn’t the best of ideas this week. People now have questions for you. The only way to get through them is to answer with confidence as if everything is perfectly normal. Failing that, just refuse to say anything to the local constabulary.

Taurus

Times are tough. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying some down time through escapism. Video games are perfect for this since you can be the worst character after you turn on all the cheat codes. At that point you’re that world’s god. Remember that power and responsibility when you delete a world to start a new one.

Gemini

Wanting to get in shape is one thing, but you need to be more careful of how you do it. Protein shakes as meal replacements are fine, but buying the ones that are “Girl Scout Thin Mint Cookie Flavoured” was not a good idea. That jar was supposed to last you a month of lunches, not a week! Your true problem is impulse control.

Cancer Moon-Child

Using those modified NERF shock darts was a lot of fun. All the upvotes on Reddit for your D.I.Y. instructions must’ve felt great! Unfortunately the courts didn’t think it was that funny. We’ll see you in 30 days.

Leo

Are you ready for the upcoming “Lightyear” movie? First off, calm down - it’s still half a year away. So now’s a good time to get ready for it. Binge watching ”Toy Story” 1 through 4, Buzz Lightyear of Star Command, and Buzz Lightyear of Star Command: The Adventure Begins will take about a day and-a-half. But if you want to really hurt yourself just watch the 1979 theatrical release of “Buck Rogers in the 25th Century” for 90 minutes. It looks like it’ll be almost the same plot.

Virgo

Some of those 3D Prints you’ve made don’t look spectacular, but we’ve got a hint for you. If you warm nail polish remover so it evaporates, then blow that gas lightly against your plastic pieces it’ll melt and smooth out a little. Just be careful what you’re heating it with. Remember, those fumes are flammable.

Libra

Artistry requires a careful mixture of creativity, bravery, insanity, and the willingness to break any rules you’d learned. If someone tells you your music has too many notes, ask them which ones should be left out. If they say your photos have too many shadows, ask them where you should’ve put the sun that day. And if they complain that your Halloween decorations are too realistic, suggest they come back so they can do it better personally.

Scorpio

With the death of the bat in your basement, ownership and responsibility of the mortgage falls back to you. Yes, it might have died of starvation, but your pet cat has been looking really smug for herself. Unless you can convince Animal Control to do an autopsy to rule out homicide, you’d better sleep with one eye open for a while.

Sagittarius

Your poker face has gotten so good this week that you might be able to get away with murder and no one would guess it was you. As an aside, don't forget to pick up some Fancy Feast on the way home for your neighbor’s cat… if you know what’s good for you.

Capricorn

You need to step up your cooking game. “Lasagna” is not “Italian Layered Cake”, “Bologna” is not “2D Hotdog meat”, and “Coffee” is not “burnt water”, no matter how it smells!

Aquarius

We’re proud of you! Even with how crazy this year has been you got out on your bike and got yourself up to an impressive 29 Kilometers per Hour! (That’s 18 miles per hour for the Metrically Impared.) Sadly a moose will still outrun you at 55 Kilometers per hour, so don’t piss off Mama Moose next time you’re out!

Pisces

If you want to have a recording career, then just sing! Don’t worry if it’s not good enough for everyone else to hear, just sing! But don’t write any more songs. Your style is stuck in the syrup-sweet pop sounds of the seventies. Just don’t do that anymore.

[tinumiel]

los impares !!

Hija de su madre, mil respuestas tengo que dar. Bajo read more nomás para no saturarle el dash a nadie.

1. all time favorite fc?

Astrid Berges-Frisbey, aka mi mascot, aka la amo tanto que ni a usarla me atrevo jajaja

3. a fc you wish had more resources?

Lea Seydoux. ¿Saben lo que cuesta encontrar gif packs de esa mina? La mayoría son gif hunts dispares de tamaños anormales y colores mega saturados.

5. least favorite connection type? (i.e enemies, exes, fwbs, childhood best friends, etc.)

Ah, no creo que tenga una. En general me guío por el plot cuando se trata del indie. Y si es en grupales, bueno, me copio un poco de mi máxima referencia y compás moral (?) @skydxvies y diría que no soy muy fan. Osea, sólo lo estrictamente necesario para partir (osea, familiares o compañeros de trabajo/estudio etc. Cosas básicas)

7. twitter, tumblr, discord, or other?

Tumblr, porque básicamente no he roleado en otros. Osea en discord sí, pero tumblr me acomoda más porque puedo guardar mis convos con mayor facilidad (y porque lo entiendo mejor)

9. least favorite plot you’ve ever rp’d out?

Pos no sé. Algún plot que partió altiro metiéndose al smut. La verdad es que esos no se me dan nada bien.

11. worst experience you’ve had in a rp?

No voy a remover el pasado. Pero de que he tenido, he tenido.

13. biggest rp pet peeve?

Cuando la gente no menciona los nombres de sus personajes en las convos, o no los incluye en el blog. Especialmente en grupales con muchos personajes. Tengan piedad de mi memoria de pez porfavor.

15. least favorite rp genre?

Los town-rp que son sólo eso, sin ningún twist. Sin cambios, sin elementos que pongan tensión en el plot. Sólo vida común que encima siempre es irreal porque son todos felices.

17. how do you find inspo for your ocs?

Canciones, pinterest, ver material en donde aparezca el fc en cuestión. Hacerme preguntas como cuál sería su casa de Hogwarts o cómo se vería su página de Instagram. A veces las cosas más básicas casi que me pueden dar un plot entero de una convo.

19. favorite ship you’ve ever written?

Todas las ships con @skydxvies , pa que me voy a andar con rodeos?

21. least favorite ship you’ve ever written?

No sé...Soy muy quisquillosa con mis ships. Si algo no me termina de cerrar, le digo amablemente a la persona que simplemente no estoy "vibin" con el plot y listo.

23. tell us about your current fav character to write.

Hablemos de la tarada de Alina Starkov, que tengo el honor de llevar gracias a @p3ach3snplums . Mi dulce reina del Sol, es una boba enamorada que se emborracha con sólo oler alcohol y que ha tenido que pasar por mucho y crecer rápido, por lo que a veces da la impresión de ser un tanto infantil o superficial, porque después de todo lo que le ha sucedido, se merece darse unos momentos de indulgencia. Pero es una persona con un gran sentido de la responsabilidad e interés por conocer el mundo.

25. favorite thing about the rpc now?

Mis parters. And that's it

27. what songs do you listen to while writing, if any?

En generl no escucho mucha música cuando estoy escribiendo, porque me distraigo bailando y cantando. La pongo cuando estoy buscando los gifs, y generalmente es algo de la playlist del personaje que estoy escribiendo en el momento.

29. do you make pinterest boards for your characters?

¿Qué clase de psicópata no hace tableros de pinterest para sus personajes?

31. tell us about the most recent character you’ve picked up.

Así como que esté actualmente roleando (porque tengo una que todavía no ha sido estrenada aunque ya está entre mis muses), sería Jasper MacCormac, en el plot con la bella @thcdarkling . Jasper es un músico guitarrista (que mi hc es que toca en la banda de un antiguo personaje mío) que le encanta componer, pero le cuesta mucho tomarse las cosas en serio. Probablemente usa el humor como mecanismo de defensa, pero en el fondo tiene un corazón bondadoso.

33. do you prefer gif icons, small/medium gifs, large gifs, or static icons?

Gifs medianos/pequeños. Si no hay, entonces gif icons.

35. Contestada aquí.

[lesmodulesetranges]

Hello you all :-) just passing by to say we just released our new album called Aldébaran on cd, clear vinyl and tape. The digital edition that comes with any physical order includes 8 remixes from the original album tracks, and one more we couldn't put on the vinyl edition without losing sound quality. So the tracklisting for cd, cassette and digital editions is the same, and there are 7 tracks only on the 12".

About the musical content in itself it's a significant departure from our post-punkish last ten years, but we like to think we came back to our noisy ambiant roots. We never did the same album over and over again. We hope not losing too much followers in the process.

Enjoy, folks. Baba Yaga & Osiris.

“Bonnes résolutions ? Se procurer un album ambitieux et soutenir un groupe méritant en commandant sur leur site. Baigné dans une ambiance Coil / Throbbing Gristle, le septième album du groupe Les Modules Étranges est une sacrée bonne surprise. Le groupe nous avait habitués à un rock gothique de haute tenue, rendant hommage au passé tout en offrant une musique inventive, piochant au-delà d’un seul style et s’ancrant dans les années 2000 puis 2010 de ce courant de plus en mortifère. Avec ce nouvel album, la transition est brutale. C’est un nouveau son, une nouvelle direction. Les Modules Étranges n’ont pourtant pas changé de nom.

Et pourquoi l’auraient-ils fait ? Ils ne sont pas suivis par 10.000 die-hard fans prêts à hurler à la trahison. Leurs fans (dont nous nous garderons bien d’imaginer le nombre) sont de ces gens ouverts d’esprits, capables de suivre les mêmes artistes selon leurs envies du moment, sans adresser de reproches déplacés. Alors, va pour conserver le nom LME pour cette plongée dans une lignée expérimentale, bruitiste, industrielle, psychédélique. Son titre, cet album le doit à l’étoile géante Aldébaran, celle qui suit (car elle semble coller à la trajectoire des Pléiades au cours de la nuit), située à environ 65 années lumière de nous. Actuellement la sonde Pioneer 10 va dans sa direction. Cette étoile, visible depuis la Terre, a surtout dans son halo, une foule de référents que le groupe convoque : le poète Nerval, le mythe de Cthulhu, le roman La Guerre éternelle de Joe Haldeman, la série de Bds de Léo publié depuis le milieu des années 90 ; en musique Messiaen ou Enya se sont également inspirés de cette étoile. Pourtant, les titres de l’album ne constituent pas un space-opera. Le groupe a semé des indices dans sa communication sur facebook, remobilisant les versions de Cthulhu dans le Roi en Jaune, une pièce de théâtre fictive inventée par Chambers, dans l’acte premier de laquelle cette chanson prend place :

« Sur la rive les vagues nuageuses se brisent, Les soleils jumeaux s’enfoncent derrière le lac, Les ombres s’allongent À Carcosa. Étrange est la nuit des étoiles noires, D’étranges lunes tournent dans le ciel, Mais l’étrangeté est la plus grande À Carcosa. Les chants que les Hyades entonneront, Sont rythmés par les loques du Roi, Ils mourront sans être entendus À Carcosa. Chant de mon âme, ma voix est morte, Je meurs sans t’avoir chanté Mes larmes sécheront sans être versées À Carcosa. »

Ce disque s’adresse alors aux vieux fans qui sentiront les références et s’en délecteront. Il est aussi un coup de fouet nécessaire et salvateur aux jeunes adeptes des mondes noirs, en ces temps de retour du post-punk et de la cold wave dans des versions un peu trop aseptisées. Ainsi, on retrouve le Coil le plus calme dans « Intro » et ses claviers élégiaques et lointains soutenus par une basse parcimonieuse. C’est ce courant qui avait été mis à l’honneur avec le Tribute This Immortal Coil. Pourtant, cette face abordable va vite disparaître au profit d’une noirceur bien plus intéressante. Un léger clin d’œil gothique ouvre « Satan’s Nightclub » qui démarre avec des battements cardiaques (ceux qui pensent au « Born in a Womb, died in a Tomb » de Christian Death, qu’ils lèvent la main !), puis se fait harmonique saturée et tremblante sur une mélodie orientaliste minimale. Un titre bien dans la lignée des idées de P-Orridge, alternant chaud et froid, sucre et acide. « Hypnagogia », le titre le plus long, a aussi une première phase sympathique, planante. Heureusement, la musique va progressivement se hérisser, captant des stridences : celles du monde contemporain puisque cet état est la transition entre le sommeil et l’éveil. C’est avec « Dracula » que le parcours initiatique prend sens. Voix en échos, torturées et travail sur les bandes créent un bon morceau de malades, aux voix qui s’énervent et vitupèrent.

Seule présence rassurante un synthé glace le fond avant de s’effacer tandis que les déformations vont grandissant. Sur « Possession », on retrouve un peu de Fantômas (« The Godfather », reprise du Parrain) et aussi de Virgin Prunes (« Suck Me Baby ») avec cette voix enfantine chantonnant une berceuse inconnue. Le vieux fond gothique est bien présent dans cette basse monomaniaque qui rythme les glissades et autres effets sonores. Là encore, le morceau bascule vers de chouettes stridences qui éreintent bien l’esprit. « Pet Sematary » racle un peu au début, puis se lance dans des psalmodies vaguement indiennes, renvoyant à Stephen King. « Lament » remonte plus loin dans le temps et mixe le Pink Floyd le plus expérimental aux instrus bruitistes proto-indus, énonçant par là le lien fort qui unissait les artistes novateurs de l’ère du punk à leur adolescence musicale. Il y avait un terreau fertile à cette genèse. L’enregistrement revient aux sources : jeu live en home-studio, pédales d’effets et boucles, interventions typées performances pour Edwina. Le disque est composé en attaque : d’abord les morceaux les plus intransigeants, puis, le décollage réussi, les morceaux plus planants.

C’est avec « Vulpecula » (nom de la constellation du Petit Renard) que le voyage s’interrompt : le titre fait parler l’animal qui sommeille en nous. Sur un son de synthé plus Legendary Pink Dots, des vocaux féminins érotico-pornographiques hantent le spectre sonore. La vie est là, dans ces ébats, cette jouissance par vagues, comme venue du fond du ciel, un cosmos naissant dans l’orgasme des particules premières, il y a des milliards d’années… L’album sera disponible en édition limitée en vinyle transparent. Les formats K7 et CD auront un long bonus composé de huit morceaux. « Anathème » est une sorte de composite-hommage créé par Oreste. « Possession » en version remix par Khaoman multiplie à l’envie la comptine enfantine après avoir joué sur ses trois notes essentielles une partition bien rampante. « Satan’s Nightclub » devient un orage magnétique imparable. On salue aussi « Hypnagogia »relu par Maxim Gall, lequel remix ressuscite la guitare pour des plaintes de toute beauté, alors les intentions toutes psychédéliques lancent un bel assaut vers la beauté, à l’opposé du titre initial. « Outro », quant à lui, se situe avec réussite dans la vague synth-pop rétro à la mode ces derniers mois."

Sylvaïn

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