#je me deteste

[shezzarus]

2024 so far envie de clamser tous les jours et c’est 95% la responsabilité de mon taf

[myoldiaries]

think i’m having chest convulsions and breathing really hard cause i saw some young Henry cavill clips unprovoked?? and the thing i saw right after was of an apartment in london. What the fuck?? I don’t know what this says about me

[liiinde]

En ce moment je reparle avec des humains et j'ai beaucoup de mal à gérer...ça. Toutes les conversations se repassent dans ma tête et je n'arrive pas à la faire taire, et je me juge je me mets des notes par rapport à ce que j'ai dit et comment je le disais ça ne va pas du tout et c'est de pire en pire alors que ça devrait aller de mieux en mieux et la dernière fois JJV me dit que je suis en fuite de quelque chose mais oui JJV je suis en fuite je suis en fuite de la moi qui parle. Toute seule ça va avec des gens autour ça ne va plus

Je n'arrive pas à agir "normalement" et ça me met mal et la question c'est : est-ce que je vais arriver à tenir ?

[jesuispoissionvolant]

Aussi. Je suis incroyablement conscient de soi de mon accent quand je parle français. Je ne suis pas bon à français et c'est un defi pour moi. Dans mon tête je suis ok mais il y a plus personnes autour de moi qui sont mieux de moi. Et je pense (ou, je suis effrayé ça) les gens français détester les accents mauvais (en particulier si c'est anglais et mauvais) Donc je suis conscient de soi. Je sais ça mon accent est mauvais donc je ne parle français à voix haute. Alors je ne améliorer. Et je ne sais pas si je peut apprende le "r" dans français. Quand je parle français c'est dans le devant de ma bouche lequel je ne pense pas c'est correct.

[skrunksthatwunk]

so a thing that my brain does on the reg is it makes me get nervous about a scenario (ranging from probably-won't-happen to Definitely-Won't-Happen) and then i have to spend like 40 minutes meandering my way through an improv youtube apology video until my brain feels like I've addressed the scenario about as well as i can and lets me move on. usually this comes in the form of like

you accidentally said a forbidden slur (i.e. one i can't reclaim) while streaming/in a group conversation and now have to explain that your brain misfired catastrophically hard and that you've never said this word before (true) And You Have To Do It Well Enough To Be Believed

because like. i wouldn't believe that guy either, y'know? most people in that situation just cross that bridge when they get to it and do pretty bad, so maybe my brain is trying to help prepare me via interrogation. my point is that i spend a lotta my spare time pacing in my bathroom fending off theoretical murder charges (which are either phony OR true OR a secret third thing depending on the day).

as soon as i woke up this morning my brain gave me a new one:

what if people accuse you of faking your (middling) knowledge of french? and also you're a celebrity and have to prove it by speaking french live on a talk show or something.

which like. good morning to you too, brain. the first thing i did was (slowly, mediocrely) construct an appropriately indignant sentence in my head (i haven't used french since my ap exam like a month ago) and then

BUT WHAT IF PEOPLE THINK SOMEONE FED ME THE LINE

ok we'll have the audience write in questions live

WHAT IF THEY STILL THINK IT'S RIGGED AND ALSO WHAT IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE ASKING ((<- LIKELY AND UNCHARACTERISTICALLY ROOTED IN LIVED EXPERIENCE!!!)) WHICH WOULD PROBABLY MAKE IT WORSE

girl that's The Most i can do what do you want from me.

and then once i woke up more i had a realization in that blasted out, quiet way—like an astronaut drifting away from their ship untethered, forever. that

the prognosis of taking american public high school language courses is to remember jack shit (pardon my french). it's a classic babe it's near universal. we all know we don't know.

Babygirl, (And I Cannot Express This Enough,) No One Is Ever Going To Make You Speak French Live In ~5-40 Years To Prove You Took It In High School. Go Back To Sleep. there's only like two scenarios you can think of ever where that happens and there's like a 70+% chance you can just say no or ignore it. what a weird thing to fake in the first place too who would even accuse you of that.

anyway sometimes being a citizen of Braintown is funny and not exhausting in a kind of sad clown way but it's usually just kind of awful. something something c'est la vie

[jeyneofpoole]

louis venez ici i’m incredibly distressed i’ve been trawling here on the wifi and i’ve come across something most loathsome do you see this monstrosity? regarde ça this deceitful little bar has been advertised to me as a form of electronic cigarette! they say it is blue raspberry flavored louis i hate this so utterly i cannot stand it. je vais me fuer this century is shallow and rude there is no such thing as a blue raspberry and there is no such thing as an electronic cigarette i refuse to accept it. what makes this cigarette electronic in the least? does it connect to the wifi? i love the wifi louis i wish that the wifi would not associate with this hateful institution. is this one and the same with that detestable object armand refers to as his ‘banana ice puff bar’ i abhor that one most of all it emits the worst odor c’est vraiment mauvais. louis mon cher you must promise that you will never fall sway under the influence of this infernal device i do not know if my heart could take such a beating. i will not allow those plastic pretenders in my home la main à dieu we must find a way to end this

[ratzhatz14]

Mais si je te déteste, si je te déteste... Alors je casse ton trop beaux visaaaage!!

mais si je t’aime, si je t’aime...

[lqvesoph]

her ex - pablo gavi

gif by @gavidaily

Summary: Your boyfriend is playing extra agressive today and maybe it has something to do with a certain player from the opposite team, your ex boyfriend Pierre

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"He's playing quite agressive, isn't he?", Aurora asked, nodding towards her brother. "It's Pablo, he always plays aggressive", you chuckled, playing it down but you had noticed it as well.

Your boyfriend was extra agressive today, especially towards one particular member of the opposite team. Your ex boyfriend Pierre had transferred to Sevilla during the winter transfer window.

And to your displeasure you had the chance to talk to him already...

"Y/n? Is that you?", you heard a voice behind you. You turned away from Ferran and Alejandro but when you saw who had called your name, you wanted to turn away again.

"Pierre", you said, looking at him.

Your ex-boyfriend had a smile on his face and went in for a hug but you stepped back. The two Barça players gave you a questioning look.

"What do you want?", you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. "Just wanted to say hello, we haven't seen each other in ages", the blond boy grinned with a strong french accent. "Hmm, maybe just a thought for your tiny little brain. Could it be because you cheated on me?", you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Pierre shook his head with a smirk.

"C'mon, you're still mad about it", he laughed. You snorted and shook your head in disbelief.

Then you turned back to the two boys, but Pierre grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. You hastily snatched it from him.

"Let me go!", you said, raising your voice.

"Hey!", someone called behind you and shortly afterwards you felt Alejandro pulling you behind him. "And who are you?", Pierre asked bit-approvingly and looked down at Alejandro, who was least half a head smaller.

"I could ask you the same thing", he said and looked at the Sevilla player. "Ale, leave it", you muttered and pulled on his arm.

"I'm her boyfriend", Pierre grinned.

You frowned and shook your head.

"You lost every privilege to ever say that again", you cut in before Alejandro could say anything, you really didn't want Pierre to know details about your private life with Gavi. "Pierre, I told you 6 months ago and my mind hasn't changed. I don't want you in my life and I never want to see you again. Bye", you said with a sharp voice.

You took Alejandro's arm and pulled him back to Ferran.

"Y/n, je t'aime I love you", he called. "Bien, je ne le fais pas! Je te deteste! Well, I don't. I hate you", you called back and turned around again. "On peut en parler? Can we talk?", he asked, sounding almost desperate, but you knew it was all just for show.

You were tired of hearing his false excuses.

"Je n'ai rien à te dire, arrête, ne me dérange plus I have nothing to say to you, stop, don't bother me anymore", were your last words before you turned to the two Barcelona players.

"What was that all about?", Ferran asked, nodding in the direction of Pierre. "He's my ex boyfriend, Pierre Dubois. He cheated on me but apparently still thinks I'm his property", you explained, rolling your eyes.

"You speak French?", Alejandro then asked. You nodded. "I lived in France and had French in school", you replied. "We dated for about a year but 6 months of that he was cheating on me", you kept going.

"Dick", Ferran mumbled and continued doing his warm-up.

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Your boyfriend had received a yellow card in the first half, for a more than nasty tackle against none other than your ex boyfriend Pierre. Your brother Pedri had hissed besides you, saying he'll get at least a yellow card for this.

At half time, you went down to the players tunnel. Being Pedris sister granted you VIP access and even though he's told you that no one likes to have intruders in this area during the game, you needed to see your boyfriend.

"Pablito?", you asked, lifting your brow. Gavi rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what you were talking about.

"He was bothering you before the game, so I slightly pushed him", he explained, wrapping an arm around you as soon as the cameras couldn't catch you anymore. "I know him", you replied, your voice sounding muffled as your face was pressed to his chest.

"Oh, sorry", your boyfriend replied, pausing in his tracks in front of the dressing room. "He's my ex boyfriend." Gavi slightly pulled back from you. "I'll take the "sorry" back", he said with a stern look. You chuckled and went in for an actual hug this time.

"Still you shouldn't have fouled him", you murmured. "It wasn't even a yellow", Gavi said, rolling his eyes. "It was at least yellow, Pedri was worried you'll be send off", you told him, pulling back to look at the boy.

His cheeks were still flushed from the cold air outside, so you put your warm fingers against his freezing skin.

"It was a tackle", he tried to talk himself out of it but wasn't looking at you, telling you that he was lying. "A pretty nasty one", you chuckled, placing your lips on his.

Gavi's fingers digged deeper in your puffy jacket and pulled you a little closer. He tried to deepen the kiss but you pulled back, quickly putting a finger on his lips to prevent him from going in for another kiss.

"You have to go inside, your team is waiting", you chuckled. "They can wait", he whispered, pulling your finger down and pressing his lips to yours.

"Uh-uh", you mumbled, pushing him back by the shoulders. "Plenty of time for this later", you giggled, turning him around and pushing him toward the door.

"See you later", he laughed.

You shook your head with a smirk and turned around to go back outside but stopped in your tracks when your eyes met the brown ones of none other than Pierre.

He huffed and turned around. You rolled your eyes. He has no right in hell to act jealous right now.

So that's how you ended up here. The second half started and Gavi played at least as agressive as in the first half.

Before you could think about it any further, Gavi had been passed the ball by Ferran, giving him a great opportunity to run towards the goal but just before he had the chance to shoot, an opponent slided right into him, which brought him to the grass.

But Gavi was quick up on his feet again, pushing the Sevilla player back. You stood up from your seat to get a better view of what was happening.

You groaned when you figured out who the Sevilla player was your boyfriend was fighting with.

Pierre and Gavi had grabbed each others collar, pushing each other back before grabbing the other again.

Sergio tried to get Gavi away from the fight but he wasn't having it. The ref's constant whistle didn't help either.

Most of their teammate were around them by now, trying to pull them off each other.

You saw how they were yelling at each other, before Pierre lifted his hand, slapping Gavi across his face. Aurora and you gasped in unison and the stadium erupted in loud screams of protest.

The short pause of shock gave Busquets the opportunity to pull Gavi back by his shoulders. The boy was holding his nose, still looking back at Pierre who received a straight red card from the referee.

Pierre shock his head, getting guided away by two of his teammates.

The referee turned around to find Gavi, showing him his second yellow card of the day, it being followed by a red card.

Busquets brought him to the sidelines, talking to him in a calming matter. He guided him to the medical staff of Barcelona who followed Gavi down the tunnel, inside the changing rooms.

"I'll go see him", you mumbled, hectically standing up from your seat.

You walked through the empty halls of the stadium, knocking on the dressing rooms door before opening it.

Gavi sat on one of the benches, pressing a tissue to his bleeding nose. José stood next to him, inspecting his nose from the side. "It doesn't seem to be broken. Does it hurt?", he asked.

Pablo caught sight of you standing in the door. You closed it behind you, making José look towards you as well.

"No", Gavi snapped.

"I'll leave him to you", José said before leaving the room, leaving you alone with your boyfriend.

You nodded and took a few steps closer to Pablo. "You okay?", you asked. Your voice barely louder than a whisper.

Gavi looked down, not answering. You moved to sit next to him, placing your hand on top of his thigh.

It gave you a little confidence when he didn't shrug your hand off, so you moved your hand further up.

"Hey", you mumbled, putting your hand to his cheek and turning his head so he'd look at you. "He's an ass, he's always been", you spoke, making Gavi chuckle humorless.

"Bebe, what's wrong?", you asked, letting your hand fall from his cheek. "He made me get a red card", Gavi spoke.

You leaned your head on his shoulder. "And?"

"All these injuries are freaking me out. Pedri, Ansu, Lewy, Ous. We're playing Real on Thursday for God's sake. And then the media... I- he was just there, provoking me and Ferran mentioned something about him cheating on you, so I- just... I don't know", Gavi started rambling.

"Shhh, it's okay, it's okay", you whispered, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.

"Did he really- you know, cheat on you?", Gavi spoke up after a few minutes of silence. You nodded. "Yeah, with my best friend", you chuckled humorless.

Gavi lifted his head. "Seriously?", he called. "What a prick!!"

"Found them in bed together after coming home from college", you elaborated further. "Maybe I should've pushed him harder", Pablo mumbled.

You couldn't help but grin.

"How's your nose?", you changed the topic, seeing that he wasn't holding the tissue up to his nose anymore.

"The bleeding stopped", he said, showing you the blook soaked tissue. You nodded stood up. "Then let's get you cleaned up", you smiled, holding out a hand for him to grab.

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[kilfeur]

La bataille promet en vrai, je serai déçue qu'il la skippe juste pour la conclusion. Mais là j'encourage Amalia, vas-y Amalia déplume la et fait en la nouvelle spécialité culinaire des Sadida ! Après pour ma part, Aurora est amusante à regarder. Et puis honnêtement parmi toutes les perso féminins détestables selon moi, elle est soft ! Car ce qu'elle fait envers le royaume de Sadida et Amalia, c'est rien comparé à ce que j'ai pu voir ailleurs. Du coup je me demande si le roi des Osamadas, va pas s'éclipser les autres royaumes concernant la situation. Ce qui pourrait davantage la situation.

Sinon j'ai pas mal apprécié le moment doux entre les deux frangins, mon ami avait parlé du fait qu'Adamaï soit affecté par le poison. Et d'une certaine manière, il l'est mais volontairement pour retenir les explosions causé par le poison et soulager son frère. Après je me doute que le petit "voyage" n'est pas passé inaperçu pour Julith et l'autre dragon. Mais bon ils sont pas encore débarrassés du poison. Y a-t-il un moyen de le contrer qu'Adamaï.

The battle looks really promising, and I'll be disappointed if it's skipped just for the conclusion. But here I'm rooting for Amalia, go ahead Amalia, pluck it out and make it the Sadida's new culinary specialty! For my part, Aurora is fun to watch. And to be honest, out of all the female characters I find detestable, she's soft! Because what she does to the Sadida kingdom and Amalia is nothing compared to what I've seen elsewhere. So I wonder if the King of the Osamadas won't overshadow the other kingdoms regarding the situation. Which could make the situation even worse.

Otherwise, I really enjoyed the sweet moment between the two brothers, as my friend had mentioned that Adamai was affected by the poison. And in a way, he is, but voluntarily to hold back the explosions caused by the poison and relieve his brother. After that, I'm sure the little “trip” didn't go unnoticed by Julith and the other dragon. But they're not free of the poison yet. Is there a way to counter it that Adamaï.

[bestedoesmeow]

Hi!! I found Charles Leclerc fic on my notes app so why not share it with you!

CHARLES L. X reader

Plot is, you were Max’s ex gf who was working as a health staff at Haas F1 team but he broke up with you suddenly, without saying anything. After a while Charles and your friendship grew strong and turned into a relationship and he proposed. Story tells a day from your life after the engagement.

There are french words I used. I translated them from translator so if there is any fault forgive me lmao

Hope you enjoy it waiting for your comments!

TW: kissing, mentions of s3x

* Under The Influence

You encountered Max as you were making your way back to your paddock not long after word of your engagement had spread. And it had only been two months since that devastating scene in his car that you could still clearly recall how your heart ached when you heard his words coming at you out of the darkness and how he made you hate yourself for once again trusting him. You didn't deserve any of those things, words, or revolting conduct. He was strolling you by quickly, his ocean blue eyes glistening with rage. You wanted to smack him in the face, kick him in the balls, and shout at him how much you detested him. Rather, you changed your direction and took a big breath in order to get lunch and visit Charles. It was never an easy thing to digest for you but Charles had always been by your side. All of the harsh media comments and paddock conversations. You thought you were no longer able to bear the weight on your shoulders, so you gnawed on your lips and fingernails all night long. Then, though, you realized that you were actually mistaken. Despite the fact that everything was Max's fault, you were confident he hadn't even sued himself for what happened.

You saw how kind and respectful someone's heart can be while being dedicated to his work as the days went on, and your love and respect for Charles grew day by day.

'' Bienvenue mon amour, I missed you, haven't seen you around the paddock all day.''

Charles said as he drank from his water bottle while wearing a fireproof suit. After being placed under his shoulder, you quickly reached out to kiss him on the cheek. However, he quickly put his hands at the sides of your neck and pulled you into a passionate kiss that could cause you to melt on the ground. That man definitely knew what he was doing. Your lips attracted to each other first like you two were seeking it. His hands were gently massaging your neck while they were moving in time with one other. You let your hands gently flutter through his hair and let him put his tongue inside your mouth. You didn't care at all if anyone was watching as you stood in the middle of the field. You couldn't move because you were so startled. His tongue was gliding slowly on yours as you drifted away to take a breath .

''I'll stop by your hotel tonight before leaving.''

'' Okay.'' You replied as he kissed the top of your head. After that intense moment, you grabbed lunch at Carlos and Charles' trailer while watching the two teammates' favorite television show Money Heist. You could have thought about that hateful look in Verstappen's eyes and how it made you feel just an hour ago, but instead you just enjoyed the company of your two favorite people and their little fights, as well as Charles' joyful chuckles.

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'' Je serai la à 8 heures' Vous avez une urgence ?''( I'll be there at 8 pm is there an emergency?) Charles arrived at your hotel an hour after you left the racetrack, as you were packing your luggage in your hotel room and he was on the phone in his sweatpants. You had left the paddock about six in the morning. When he hung up the phone, you sat down next to him on the bed and began playing with his hair. You were leaving for Abu Dhabi the following day, and he had thought it would be nice to spend the night out in Mexico. However, after that phone call, it seemed nearly impossible for you two to do that. In addition, you were concerned that something was wrong with his family.

'' Is there something wrong Charles?'' You said trying to figure things out from his facial expressions. He turned his face to you half way and grabbed your hand, playing with his hair and gave it a kiss before starting to speak.

'' It's on Ferrari, nothing to worry about cheri, I am sorry that I have to go. I promised you the night but-''

'' Oh, cut the bullshit Leclerc, its okay I am glad there is nothing wrong, you go to the meeting I'll wait for you to finish with it even if it'd be too late we just do Netflix and chill huh?''

'' I can't wait to come back to hotel and spend the night, bébé, Je vous aime.''

You loved to hear his French accent while talking English but while talking his own language it was almost a lullaby to your ears. You looked at his half open eyes before kissing him on his lips. 

 '' Also can't wait for to kiss you without having anyone around, slowly, peacefully.''

You smiled at his words before touching his nape. '' You are gonna be late, C'mon.''

He let a little chuckle and took his wallet, car keys with his phone before heading to the door. 

'' See you, then.''

'' See you, yes.''

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When you finished eating dinner and taking a shower, it was about ten o'clock. While using your Mac to watch The Office, you were dressed in a team sweater with pajama bottoms. You believed it was probably Charles when you heard a nearly silent knock on your door. Even though you didn't want to admit it, you really missed Charles. His demanding schedule and your busy schedule prevented you from spending time with him in the paddock, and you were equally as eager for the coming winter break. You practically sprinted to open the door.

'' I am sorry for being late. I suppose we can still watch Netflix and relax?

''I prefer to spend the night with you alone tho, I was not really in the mood to go out. Charles hugged you tightly before putting his nose to your hair and inhaling deeply of your shampoo.

'' You smell délicieuse, you took a shower?''

As you see him took off his sweater and staying in his white t-shirt, you nod in agreement.

''You're hungry? Room service is available.''

He pulled you from your hand onto the bed and remarked, "No, no, I had dinner honey, what are we watching?" Before pulling you onto his top, he laid on the bed.

''On the drive here, I waited for that exact moment.''

You made yourself comfortable on top of him before letting him kiss you as he wished. In any case, he was the greatest, and you loved to feel the warmth of his hands, body, and tongue. You were playing with his cotton-soft hair while his hands made steady, slow, tease-inducing movements on your back. You adored how he felt beneath your fingertips. He quickly moved over to you and smirked at you. He touched you under your hoodie and asked,

''Puis-je.''

"You are in charge."

[je-suis-ronflex]

Comme je sais que je ne reviens pas à la rentrée dans le lycée où je suis et que j'en ai clairement plein le cul de bosser là-bas, je suis complètement en roue libre : 1) l'autre jour j'ai hurlé "ferme ta gueule" à une prof en plein milieu du hall

2) ce matin le proviseur adjoint (qui est detestable à souhait) arrive en vie scolaire et nous dit qu'une épreuve de bac aura lieu dans une salle en face de la vie scolaire et je demande quelle épreuve et c'est pas le mec il me rep "ça change quoi pour vous ?" ?????? mais déjà on va se calmer et mieux parler genre pour orienter les élèves en cas de besoin c'est bien de savoir ce qu'il se passe au lycée d'autant plus que l'on accueille des élèves d'autres bahuts pour qu'ils passent leurs épreuves, et c'est pas mes collègues qui commencent à réagir en mode le proviseur adjoint il m'a trop clashé mdr le toupet des gens bref du coup ça me saoule je commence à partir et c'est pas le proviseur adjoint qui commence à m'expliquer SAUF QUE comme je suis saoulé je lui ai sorti "je vous coupe mais vous pouvez arrêter de me parler, vous ne m'intéressez plus" puis je suis parti comme une diva mdr il me reste 19 jours de travail si je ne me fais pas virer je comprends pas

[manontrokiki]

VESPASIEN JE TE DETESTE !

tu m'as mis sous drogue et maintenant tu me boycott sale pute

et je pese mes mots!!!

salope

[kaifougere666]

Some of my poems (in french and english)

Also, reblogs and any form of interactions always appreciated

Not all of my poems are there but ye

Eng: I always write free verse poems by the way. I let my pen guide me when I write.

FR: Je fait tout le temps des poème en vers libres by the way. Je laisse mon stylo me guider quand j'écris.

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Court poème sans nom/ short poem without a name

Prairie des montagnes, fleurs de moneuil.

Les oiseaux chantent dans un son aigu l'arrivée du printemps

Ainsi que la saison des amours.

Les petits renardeaux attendent le retour de leur mère

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Les facettes

Douce expression de soi sans effroi.

Un savoir si grand et sage, malgré son jeune age

Jolie voix, Grand cœur froid

Une surface parfaite, ce n'est qu'une facette.

Les oiseaux chanteron ils encore demain ?

Il paraît heureux, mais c'est bien plus brumeux.

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fin de bataille

Rosée du matin, feuilles de Bambou. La fin de la guerre, le Samourai à terre. Les enfants ne courent plus. Il n'y a désormait que la melancholie du chant des oiseaux.

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Brises d'Hiver

Un hiver froid, les joues Rouges La neige et les arbres sans feuilles, les animaux hibernent, les bois sont calmes Le vent froid, les écharpes. L'Hiver s'annonce rude mais quelque peut réconfortant.

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Longer love poem

Ils étaient là, dans le lit. Lumière tamisée, ambiance romantique et Relaxée.

Une intimitée semi présente. Intimitée entre deux corps encore trop jeunes pour fusioner mais pourtant. Ils étaient là. Stressés et amoureux sous la faible lumière des leds accrochées au plafond.

Le silence, le bruit de leur coeur qui battent à la chamade. Ces deux corps relaxés dans un baiser. Enfin, après échange de salive, Ils se détendent dans un monde de rêves anjoleurs au de lendemain.

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Ce cœur.

Ce cœur qui hais

Ce cœur qui trahis

Il a pendu ses amis

ceux avec qui il a rit

Ils sont maintenant partis; tout est fini.

Ca coeur qui trahis, lui qui a tand aimé, mais il a aimé. Il deteste aimer. Il se sent blessé, car il a perdu tout ce qu'il avait de plus cher.

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Douce voix de Soprano

Cette douce voix de soprano qui transperce les cristaux de mon cœur Cette voix Si douce, comme une rangée de Jonquilles qui se faufile dans le creux des fissures de mon âme.

Cette voix de Soprano qui mue, un changement désespérant. On ne fait pas de miracles.

Il faut Chanter malgré les changements, Chanter malgré le désarroi, Chanter avec espoir

Le changement est normal, jeune Soprano. Alors continue de faire chavirer mon coeur avec ta voix et ton cœur pur.

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Fr:Poème dédié à Carlo du Jeux Lies of P

Eng:poem dedicated to Carlo from lop

Des yeux marrons

des yeux marrons, un sourire malicieux un rêve dangereux mais ambitieux

des yeux marrons, un sourire perdu

Si seulement il lui avait fait ne serait-ce qu'un câlin

Des yeux marrons, un cœur brisé

Tout ce qu'il voulait était sa reconnaissance mais il n'est même pas venu pour la remise des diplômes

Des yeux marrons, un cœur perdu

Seulement la haine pour lui reste, l'amour n'est plus.

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Poem dedicated to Roméo de Lies of P

(Celui ci n'a pas de titre, ça m'arrive souvent)

(This one doesn't have a title, I often do that)

Des cheveux blonds aussi beau que l'or des rois aussi clairs que les reflets du soleil

Un cœur courageux coeur de poète, cœur théatrale

délicat comme de la soie, sensible comme une fleur de lys

Beau en scène comme à la ville

Beau comme la vie, grand comme un chêne.

fidèle comme une ombre

Une sensation de chaleur dans ces yeux bleus teintés de marron

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FR: Poème dédié à mon OC, Ayezl.

Eng: Poem dedicated to my OC Ayezl.

The goddess of ice and her bottled up emotions.

She gets mad at every little thing because her heart is in pain. She does ballet to help her go through strong emotions.

She dances to make the pain go away.

A dance so graceful, and yet, it aches.

She tries not to think about it too much like.

But, it always ends up like an explosion of feelings with tears burning her cheeks like acid.

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FR: Poème dédié à mon petit ami (enfin, l'un d'eux.. oui je suis poly tu va faire quoi?? XD)

Eng:Poem dedicated to my boyfriend (well, one of them.. yes I'm poly what you gonna do?? XD)

My sweet dove, as sweet as love

My Sunshine in the sky

a light in my heart who became a part of my mind and Soul

This scary experience named unconditional love.

Love is for us to share

No matter how strong the emotions

No matter what, our love will remain.

For as long as it can, wishing it could be forever.

This feels like a fever dream.

Is it really happening? Or is it just an addicting hallucination..?

I can only imagine the day we meet for now and dream about it.

My dearest, my tulip, my darling, my love. But your prettiest name is [his name]

FR: (Oui je ne dit pas son nom, because confidentialitée mon ami 🥸)

Eng: (Yes I won't say his name, because confidentiality my friend 🥸)

[aramielles]

Classement des auteurs que j’ai travaillé en prepa

1) Proust bien évidemment, en hypo et en kharré

2) Saint Simon en kharré, mon rageux préféré

3) Barbey en khube, problematic fave

4) Marivaux en khube, chouchou (un peu en hypo)

5) Corneille en khube ,,,, okay ik mais genre en vrai c’est fun

6) Barthes en hypo, il est pas plus haut parce que mm si c’étaient les Fragments, on l’a pas assez fait

7) Sartre en kharré, je n’AIME PAS POULOU JE BULLY LES SARTRIENS MAIS avec un sartrien c’est fun

8) George Sand en hypo, moins pire que Colette, histoire de ma vie c’est fun

9) Annie……. J’aime vraiment pas les années……… en kharré

10) Gautier en khube. C’est cool c’est fun mais genre,,,,,,, au bout d’un moment c’est redondant

11) Hawthorne en khube. eh c’est bon on a compris t’aime pas les puritains

12) Montaigne en kharré, j’adore Montaigne mais bon c’est lourd au bout d’un moment

13) La Fontaine en hypo, sympa mais bon

14) Colette en hypo et en khube, je vous jure je veux me battre avec elle t’es INSUPPORTABLE !!!!!!

15) Sévigné en kharré, putain jla deteste grosse conne de merde

16) le Roman de Renart, pas un auteur mais c’était mon livre d’étude principal en hypo. parfois fun, mais ptn trop chiant

17) Musset en kharré……… no need to explain me fink

[hikarinokusari]

Oui ^^

I need help, does anyone remember the mouse who was trendy in the 2000s

It was on key rings, on colored pastel sheets, postcard

The Mouse was white, cartoonish, huge ears, round shape

A bit like Snoopy yk

[pigeonneaux]

Bien le bonsoir ✨

Merci pour ces recommandations musicales dont je suis sûre sont d'une grande qualité, je les écouterai dès que possible !

Je peux donc enfin poser les questions intéressantes 😏

Parmi les ships que j'ai vu dans ta fiche, pourrais tu me parler un peu plus de Arthur/Perceval, de Arthur/Venec et de Arthur/Mani ? Je dois dire que c'est des ships que je ne vois pas beaucoup et qui sont intéressants donc j'aimerai beaucoup en savoir plus ! Comme en es tu venu à les aimer, quelles scènes entre eux sont tes préférées, des petits headcanons ? ☺️

Pour un peu de fun et si besoin d'inspi' je vais écrire quelques questions auxquelles tu peux répondre au choix avec les différents ships que tu as nommés (Arthur/Guenièvre, Arthur/Lancelot, Arthur/Perceval, Arthur/Mani et Arthur/Venec (Arthur definitely getting his fill around here) :

Qui est le plus affectif en public ?

Qui à peur de l'araignée et qui l'a met dehors/l'écrase avec sa botte ?

Le premier qui se confesse ?

Lequel mourrait pour l'autre ?

Qui s'excuse le premier après une engueulade ?

Qui pique la couette ?

Qui pique les vêtements de l'autre ?

Douce nuitée à toi ❤️🤎❤️🤎

🎅🐻🐉👑🪨🗡️

HAHA OUI J'AIME BEAUCOUP ARTHUR J'AVOUE. his gueule de tchoin. Bewitched me. I mean who said that.

Arthur/perceval c'est tellement mes meiwleowmeows genre c'en est presque platonique parce que perceval est...well, perceval. Ce qui me touche c'est particulièrement sa dévotion et le côté protecteur d'arthur qui peut ressortir quand il est avec lui. Quand il insiste pour que Perceval ne meurt pas pour lui, et dans kv1 la scène ou il se revoient...je pète mon crâne. Et a la fin de la serie quand ils parlent de leur reves. Si jme souviens bien, arthur n'a raconté son rêve a personne d'autre. "Les rêves ça se compare pas" je pète mon crâne (bis) (mais ma scènes préférée reste celle du lac avec la fausse canne à pêche et les règles de jeux)

Qui est le plus affectueux en publique ? Je dirais Arthur, il est du genre a tenir les gens par la main et les a embrasser pendant des ballades . Il est très pudique cependant donc ce sera rarement plus que ça s'il y a du monde.

Qui a peur de l'araignée/qui la met dehors : ah dur je sais pas bien si ça s'applique vraiment a eux. For shit n giggle disont que perceval sors l'araignée (s'il la tue sa fraterie va venir lui piquer les yeux pendant qu'il dort!!!)

Le premier qui se confesse ? : je crois qu'ils se confessent mutuellement un peu tout le temps (ça veut rien dire deal with it)

Lequel mourrait pour l'autre ? : 🥲 oh you know. En vrai Perceval pense qu'il mourrait pour Arthur mais on sais tous que le rois meurt a la fin. Donc. (Si Perceval meurt sur un champs de bataille dans les bras d'Arthur je fait tout péter)

Qui s'excuse en premier après une engueulade ? Ah bah Arthur, Arthur-culpabilité-religieuse-et-peur-de-l'abandon-Pendragon

Qui pique la couette? Perceval.

Qui pique les vêtements de l'autre? Perceval (j'aime bien imaginer que les chemises d'arthur sont un peu trop grandes pour lui. Aussi contrairement aux siennes, elles sont propres.)

Arthur/venec bah slut on slut miscommunication a coup de latte sur la playa tmtc. Mais aussi j'ai lu UNE FIC qui m'a faite chavirer. Je crois que c'était même une podfic d'ailleurs. De leurs retrouvailles dans kv1. Le BAIN. Le fait que ce soit venec qui ai fait sortir arthur en douce et qui l'ai ramené a rome. Leur lien est fort, la confiance aussi, même si venec est réputé pour ��tre un rat sournois, arthur lui fait confiance et lui remet sa vie entre ses mains. C'est pas rien. Je crois que comme Perceval, il sait voir la vraie nature des gens,ou du moins il sent quand il peut se fier a quelqu'un malgré ce que la personne montre au premier abord.

(J'avais vu ce post ya longtemps qui disait que perceval pouvait voir la vraie nature des gens et c'est pour ÇA que depuis le début il deteste Mevanwi)

Qui est le plus affectueux en publique : venec, grande gueule il fait chier Arthur a dire a tout le monde qu'ils sont ensemble et que le roi est une bête de sex(c'est faux he's normal) Il le dit même aux chèvres.

Qui a peur de l'araignée/qui l'a met dehors jsuis sur que Venec a vu pire qu'une tite miguale ramper sur sa peau.

Le premier qui se confesse ? :3 tutur après la plage. Lequel mourrait pour l'autre

Venec. Il a pris pas mal de risques déjà. He didn't have to and yet

Qui s'excuse en premier après une engueulade ? Arthouuuuurrrr Qui pique la couette ? Ils se la pique mutuellement jusqu'à ce que ça finisse en battle de MMA et qu'ils se réveillent le lendemain matin avec des bleus partout. Arthur opte pour une couette chacun mais se réveille quand même les pieds froids et le cul a l'air parce que venec est juste comme ça. Qui pique les vêtements de l'autre ?

Vous avez vu le swag de venec. Arthur lui pique au moins ses gilets en skread

ET ARTHUR/MANI..... C'EST LA FAUTE A SLOUBS. C'est ses fanarts qui m'ont fait les ship. L'amour de jeunesse d'Arthur. Son amitié homoerotique et TRAGIQUE tout a propos de mani me rend TRISTE j'adore. Et si ils étaient resté en Bretagne tout les deux. S'ils étaient pas retourné a Rome. Argh. Et puis les nuits ou ils sortent en douce des dortoirs. Tellement d'images dans ma tête. I am unwell.

Qui est le plus affectueux en publique? Mani, il montre son affection par le touché donc même s'il peut être discret par moment, il faut toujours en sorte de toucher Arthurus d'une manière ou d'une autre. Il lui touche La main, l'épaule, une sangle qui dépasse d'un uniforme. Il le touche avc un pied quand ils sont assis a rien faire. C'est pas forcément remarquable de l'extérieur mais eux savent. Qui a peur de l'araignée/qui l'a met dehors ? : ils sont tout les deux useless. Papinius oskour. Le premier qui se confesse ? Ils ont pas eu le temps 🌟 (screaming crying throwing up) Lequel mourrait pour l'autre

Lequel est mort Qui s'excuse en premier après une engueulade ?

Aucun #mascutoxic (en vrai ils finissent par se dire qu'ils font une trêve) Qui pique la couette ?

Ils sont tellement collé qu'ils ont pas ce problème Qui pique les vêtements de l'autre ? Ils portent les mêmes vêtements🥲