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some good faces from j.c. menu’s meder

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Books On Books Collection - ABC of Typography

[melimelissa998]

A Favor pt. 4

Part 3

“I still can NOT! Believe you asked him on a date” Mina says clapping her hands together, “It’s not a date” I say for maybe the 5th time today “Y/N, it is a date! He said so!” Jihyo is obviously on her side “He said, set the date, not it’s a date” I repeat but not sure if it was more for me than for them.

I lied to my friends about how I met Christopher and how we’re having a date dinner tonight. I had to go with a simple: we met at district 9, chitchat ever once a night and one thing led to recommending good restaurants and I mentioned one we both wanted to go and set a date to it…

“If he wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t have said something like that” Jihyo arches her eyebrows and me. I try not to laugh at her meme face, but I fail. “He was just being nice” I try one more time to make them stop “BUT! He said, ‘I’ll take you!’” Mina screams irritated at my denial. I roll my eyes and smile ignoring her, I later I realize I’m still smiling “Yeah, I, guess it is a date” I whisper hoping they don’t hear me, but I know they do. The 3 of us giggled as if we were 17 again and we just said hi to our crush passing by the hallway and he said hi back.

I still wasn't sure if i was nervous excited or nervous scared of what can happen tonight, was this even a good idea? I wish I wasn’t this excited over dinner with someone, but it’s been years I went out a date and Chris is such a mystery, but again, it’s just a favor he’s paying back I am reading all this as something it’s not…

“Soooo, what are you going to wear?” Mina’s voice makes me stop overthinking, I blink twice and come back to earth, “I was thinking of.” I’m about to show them the outfit, but Jihyo stops me “No.” she says firm and I look at her confused “You are not wearing a cute blouse with your jeans” she crosses her arms and I look at her surprised “I, I was not going to.” I lie to her and turn to my closet again. How the hell did she know?

I desperately look through my clothes for a second option and almost at the end of the rack, I see 2 nice dresses: a purple sundress with puffy sleeves and a navy-blue dress to the neck with long sleeves. I show both and they choose the blue one. “Isn’t it too much?” I take the piece to the mirror and try to imagine myself in it “You should do sexy tonight, not cute” Jihyo says, and Mina agrees “Leave the purple one for a day date, and besides, you do look amazing in blue” Mina tells me and I half smile “Okay, fine, I’ll go shower” I inform them and leave the room.

After I shower and change to something for now while I do my hair and makeup, I go back to my room and see Mina and Jihyo on their phones and internally laugh remembering Felix’s phone from the other night.

I walk to my vanity desk and start my makeup, simple, nude palette. “You should put on a red lipstick, that would be very, very hot” Jihyo suggests and laughs, I roll my eyes and I shake my head “Nah, I, will go with brown tonight, I can do red lipstick another time” I tell her, and she sees me through the mirror and tries not to do a frown but doesn’t say anything else.

I straighten my hair a little and go back to the bathroom to change to the dress, when I go back to the room I spin in the dress “Yeah, I like how I look” I tell them, and both of my best friends smile at me “You look great!” Mina compliments me and I fake a blush, I walk to the closet again and I look for shoes, black heals or brown flats “Heals” Jihyo says behind me, and I laugh again, “I knew you would say that.” I tell her.

I arrive at the address Chris texted and the uber left me in front of one of the 3-star Michelin restaurants there is in the world “God’s Menu”, I recheck the address on maps and the location was the same, as I walk to the entrance my heart starts to skip a beat and my hands start to sweat. Is this a joke?

A beautiful young hostess smiles and welcomes me “Can I have the last name for the reservation?” she asks while she pulls out a tablet “Oh, um, it’s under, um, BangChan? He told me to give you that name?” I pass on what he told me to say at the door, but it sounds more like a question. She looks at me surprised and clears her throat “I see, yes, follow me please” She leads me in the beautiful place, all so brown, and gold, so luxurious I felt even the air in here smells expensive.

“I, sorry to ask, but, is it a business diner?” she whispers and I shake my head “Not that I know of” I laugh a little to it and she nods trying to hide a smile, we do a right turn and as I’m looking around being distracted by all the details in the celling, she suddenly stops and I accidently bump into her “I’m so sorry” I apologize and she laughs “Don’t worry, it happens more than you think” we both smile at each other and then she points to the booth beside her and when I turn, Christopher is already sitting there with a drink in his hand, he’s looking at me with a smirk. “Hope you have a great night” she again whispers and this time she gives me a different smile, a soft smile. I see her go and I turn to Christopher “Hi” I wave at him and stand there not actually knowing where to sit.

Next to him? The other side of the booth? Am I going to slide all the way?

“You look gorgeous babygirl” he compliments me so daringly and I forgot to breath for a moment “Thank you” I feel my cheeks hurt from the blushing, he scoots more into the booth and with his head he points to the new spot he made. I swallow hard and sit next to him. “When you said ‘great place’ I thought it would be a pizza place like dominos or something” I joke and he smirks “I can take you to dominos next time” he shrugs, I don’t answer to that, but I feel my stomach flip inside me “This place is, just so, amazing, I thought it was hard to have a reservation here in with days” I tell him “It is, but the owner is a friend of mine” he says so nonchalant about it, I don’t speak and just stare at him, so casually, handsome, is face features are so drop dead gorgeous, his black suite looking expensive…

“Are you allergic to anything?” he asks taking a sip to his drink and hiding a smirk, I look away and felt embarrassed, he knows I was staring… “Um, yeah, shrimp? Seafood actually, it gives me like a rash and closes my throat” I explain, and he looks at me a little surprised “and my eyes get puff so that also looks ugly” I point to my eyes, and he chuckles “Got it, anything to drink?” He asks “lemon juice with whiskey” I answer and he nods, he does a sign in the air to call a waiter “Bring her a sour whiskey and today’s special make sure there’s no seafood related” he orders and the waiter agrees and leaves. Again, I feel my stomach all weird and I really don’t want to feel how special he is making me feel.

There’s a moment of silents between us and I wonder if he feels it as uncomfortable as I do, but his facial expression is so hard to read “So Bang Chan? Is that your last name?” I ask, he straightens up from his position and clears his throat “It’s my business name” he clears out “Oh, and Christopher is for friends?” I chuckle “Like Hannah Montana?” I joke and as soon as I say it I regret it, I am about to apologize for doing such a comment but before I can say I’m sorry, he laughs as if I said the funniest thing in the world “Yeah, you can say I have the best of both worlds” he joins a punch line and I bite my lips trying to avoid my smile.

The waiter comes back with my drink and an entrance soup. I thank him and he gives me a small nod, he leaves us alone again, Chris is looking at me as waiting for me to try the soup first, I take the spoon with soup and bring it to my mouth. “Oh wow, this is so amazing!” I sound too excited about it, but I can’t contain the happiness of the taste. He smirks and starts to eat too. There is another moment of silences and I try to think of something to talk about, I take a sip of my drink and remember the other night and see he still has painted nails “Does the whole ‘drug in the glass��� happens often?” I want to know, and he nods “yeah, we are kinda used to it” he keeps it simple “We? As in Lee Know, Felix? The other boys with you?” “Yes” I nod and talk again “Your accent, it sounds, not from here, it’s like a.” “Australian, it’s an Australian accent” he interrupts me “Oh! Yeah, it is, Felix too, right?” he nods, and I feel conscious of how many questions I made “Sorry, I’m doing too many questions” I explain and breath in and start to eat again “You’re fine” he says sincerely “Sorry, I just get nervous when there’s silence, I feel like I have to fill it up with my talking” I nervously laugh “You don’t need to apologize, it’s fine” he says again and I am about to say sorry again but he gives me a “don’t say it” expression which makes me shiver and the word gets stuck in my throat. His face expression relaxes, and he continues to eat which I do the same “You, have a job?” he asks after a while and I nod “Yeah, I’m an elementary teacher, at the Northwood school, the one that’s on top of the hill?” I question the last part waiting for him to answer if he knew which one I was talking about, and nods “Is it a hard job?” he asks, and I smile “Oh let me tell you about it…”

Through the night, I start to tell stories of my kids and how crazy it is to be an elementary teacher, I also tell him all the funny moments I’ve had and at first, I really felt I should shut up at one point, but Chris would give me a look as if he was very interested or as if I was telling the most amazing story ever and made it feel like if it was okay for me to keep talking. Every now in then he would also share a story of his elementary days or crack a joke between my stories making all uncomfortable feeling go away.

At the end of dinner, after have to most amazing dessert Christopher lets out a heavy breath “I’ve got to say, you are funnier than I thought” he says with a half-smile, I roll my eyes hiding mine “Thanks, sounded offensive but thanks” I joke with him and he smirks. He’s about to say something back at me but the sound of a ringtone stops him. He talks a very old phone from his pocket and looks at the screen. I look at the phone with a frown, but also let out a chuckle, he looks at me confused “What’s up with a modern phone? You and Felix seem to not like smartphones” I comment and laugh about it, Chris looks down and the phone and back at me “It gives me what I actually just needed it for” he kinda sound serious almost annoyed about my comment “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything abo.” I feel bad and want to apologize about it but he interrupts me “I, didn’t mean it like that, I, just don’t need a fancy phone” he says in a better tone but it stills make me feel bad, I nod understanding and he still seems uneasy “I’m not into social media or have time for texting with friends” he comments in a sad tone now. I try to think of what to say instead of sorry, “Oh, that’s sad, and here I was thinking we were going to be text buddies after this” I tease him and give him my best “it’s okay” smile. He looks at me with an expression I try to read.

Was it funny? Did he hate the joke? Did he even get the joke?

“In that case, I’ll have to change it” he wiggles the old phone in the air and takes me off guard, I feel a chill breeze all of a sudden and my back is shivers. I really try stop myself from showing any emotion on my face but I feel a stupid smile on my face trying creep. I think of something to say back but I don’t know what to respond. I look away and distract myself with whatever I see first, I hear him chuckle but still don’t say anything else. I take a deep breath and look at my watch “I, should probably get going before it's late, then the Ubers get really expensive and I.” “I’ll take you home” he interrupts “Oh, I didn’t mean it to sound like.” I panic and try to explain myself but he ignores me “I’ll drive you home, getting in a car this late isn’t a good idea.” He again interrupts me and takes the last sip of his drink. I sit there looking at him getting up and out the booth, how can he just be so fine and cool about it… “. Let’s go baby girl” he sounds like he’s ordering me which I instantly react to it by getting up. He guides his hand to the bottom of my back and gives me a little push to start walking. I again feel a shiver down my back and my heart in my ears, I am so glad he can’t see how my face is probably damn red right now, I take small breath to stop my heart race and hope he can’t sense my nervousness.

We walk to the entrance of the place and a black Mercedes probably car of the year pulls up, a valet steps out and gives the keys to Chris, the valet guy is about to open the passenger door from me but Chris stops “I’ll take it from here” he again speaks in a demanding order in which the guy steps aways “Yes sir, have a great night” he says goodbye and leaves. Chris opens the door of the car and also closes it after. I take the chance to let out the air in my lungs and wait for him to get to the driver’s seat. The drive to my department was silent, not even music playing to make it feel not weird at this point. My need to vomit talk was making me go crazy. “Thank you!” I say out of the blue “. F-for dinner and the ride home” I look at him but he doesn’t seem to react about it “I know I talked a lot and sorry if I annoyed you, but.” “You didn’t at all, I enjoyed it” he interrupts and stops in front of a red light. He looks at me and just stays like that. The light makes his skin glow and I once again I look at his face, the scar, his lips, his nose, and into his eyes. The light turns green and he turns to face the road.

I then feel so unreal, the night, the air, this isn’t real, it’s so unreal, he’s unreal.

I stop overthinking as soon as I hear Chris get out of the car and walk to my side to open the door, I am about to say goodbye and thank him again but he speaks first “Let me take you out again.” I stand there a little confused “. But this time not as a favor…”

He just really knows how to take my breath away…

5.

[xunandran]

Home (Firepilot/Queerplatonic Polyfire)

Got thinking about one of my recent posts, and an idea just nagged at me. so here you go, some Firepilot/queerplatonic Polyfire fluff.

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Home (837 words)

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Sometimes, the job sucked. Sometimes it took you away from the ones you loved for far too long. This had been such a time. After spending the last week holed up in a tent in the California mountains as part of a wildfire response team, Tommy was happy to be back in Los Angeles proper. He’d be even happier once he was in his own bed rather than a cot with twenty snoring firefighters. One was enough for him, and he couldn’t wait to see him. 

He turned off his headlights before pulling into the drive to Eddie’s house. As expected, Buck’s Jeep was parked alongside Eddie’s truck. He shut off the engine and hopped out of his own truck. The house was dark, save for a flickering from the living room windows. He checked the time, 11:24pm. He had hoped to make better time. Couldn’t be helped. 

He thumbed through his ever expanding keyring. Car. His. Buck’s. Eddie’s. It had felt strange adding the last key to the jumpring, but Eddie had insisted. 

“Buck trusts you, and I trust you,” he had said all those months ago. 

He slid the key in the lock and pulled the door open. The flickering he witnessed from outside was from Eddie’s TV. More accurately, it was from the looping menu screen of a DVD playing on Eddie’s TV. 

Love Actually.

Tommy smiled fondly as he quietly pushed the door closed, not that the door would be heard over Buck’s snoring from what he presumed was the couch. As he rounded into the living room, the sight before him brought the tenderest of smiles to his lips. He pulled his phone from his pocket and quietly snapped a few photos to capture the memory. 

Eddie leaned against the end of the couch, one arm draped over the side, the other wrapped around Buck, who was currently passed out, curled up on the couch like a cat, head in Eddie’s lap. A string of drool glistened along his lips and his cheek, pooling in a dark stain on Eddie’s jeans. Somehow, possibly due to how lanky he was, Christopher had found enough room to join the snuggle pile, and he leaned against Buck, his sleeping slack mouthed face a near carbon copy of his father’s. 

The coffee table had two beer bottles, a juice box, an empty pizza box and a half-filled bowl of popcorn. 

“Eddie.” Tommy was quiet as he lightly tapped on the man’s shoulder to wake him.

Warm brown eyes fluttered opened tiredly, first one, then the other. “Tommy?”

“I came by for Evan,” Tommy whispered, kneeling at the outside of the arm of the couch Eddie was leaning against. 

The other man yawned and looked across the couch at the two forms sprawled over him. “Good luck with that,” he said with a sleepy, sincere grin. “Buck’s a bear to wake up. I’d help but…” He gestured to the current situation. 

“I’m aware.” Tommy’s laugh caused Buck to stir in Eddie’s lap, but he didn’t wake up. “Let me get Christopher to bed for you first. Do we need to wake him to brush his teeth?” Tommy lifted Christopher off of Buck and carefully draped the teen against his chest. Christopher fidgeted briefly before settling against Tommy’s strong form. 

“Probably, but he’s just been to the dentist. I’ll make sure he brushes extra long tomorrow morning. Would rather not deal with two grouches.” While Tommy carried Christopher to his room, Eddie lightly jostled Buck’s shoulder. “Wake up, sleepyhead. Tommy’s home.”

Buck groaned and snuggled in deeper, an endearing sight. “Tommy…” he muttered, as if the word had filtered through into whatever dreamscape he currently found himself. Even in sleep, the mention of the other man’s name twisted his lips into the smallest of fond smiles. 

Tommy wandered back in from the back hall. “Package secured.” He smiled down at Buck, who was still just as asleep as when he left. “What about this one?”

“Out like a light,” Eddie mused, stretching as much as he was able to with Buck’s head in his lap. “Why don’t you two take my bed. No sense in trying to pour him into your truck tonight.” 

“Are you sure, Eddie?” Tommy had already started gathering the empty bottles and the box of pizza to relocate them to the kitchen. “I don’t want to put you out.”

“I’m sure. Just bring me the pillow and spare blanket from that closet over there.” 

Tommy moved the empties and retrieved the blanket and pillow, setting them on the coffee table. “Okay, Evan. Let’s get you to bed.” He scooped up the other man, barely needing to exert himself to lift almost two hundred pounds of sleeping muscle. Eddie stretched his released legs and curled up on the couch and pulled the blanket over him, mimicking Buck only moments ago. “Thanks for looking out for him, Eddie.”

“Always,” Eddie said with a yawn as he settled in. “I’m glad you’re home, Tommy. Sleep well.”

[squarehead333]

"Analyse" ('Analysis') drawn by the Alsatian François Henninger and written by the London-born Frenchman Thomas Gosselin from their graphic novel about the body and the disintegration of meaning set during the the Cold War: Lutte des Corps et Chute des Classes (roughly 'Struggle of Bodies and Fall of Classes'), published by Jean-Christophe Menu's L'Apocalypse in 2013. I've translated it below:

I like your aristocratic body.

Your golf and polo player muscles which have never experienced the horrors of the factory.

Your ample movements. You look like someone accustomed to large rooms and high ceilings.

Your decent weight of someone who has never had to suffer from malnutrition.

Your milky dermis which lets the cyan furrows of your racy blood shine through.

The delicacy of your fingers which have never touched dirty dishwater.

I love Henninger's thin, scraggly line and Gosselin's matter-of-fact prose poetry ("cyan furrows of your racy blood" is especially good). This page, which essentially functions as a short story in itself, would feel right at home in a collection of Michael DeForge's, with its dry humour and wry social commentary.

[adastrafanfic]

Ad Astra News - 5/28 - 6/3

State of the Archive

Still stable!  I think I’ll probably restart it overnight for maintenance so that if I wreck anything too badly, Walter can maybe rescue me on Sunday. >.>  We currently have I think 22 unique users (who aren’t staff or test accounts) and probably around 68 works!  When I shut it down, I’m going to try to address the e-mail and proxy notice issues, and then also see about adding a new dropdown menu to navigation.  Here’s hoping.

If you love Trek -- reading, writing, arting, vidding! -- we’d love to have you!  Just make sure you check our tagging FAQ, since we’re pretty strict about it compared to AO3.

Weekly Challenge #7

On our chat server that starts with a D, our current challenge is IDIC: Infinite Diversity, Infinite Combinations.  In honor of Pride Month, write a story (or several) between 100 and 700 words about some manner of queerness.  Be it polyamorous relationships or something outside the gender paradigm, be it queer-platonic relationships or being ace or different sentient species involved with one another, the sky is the limit! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Stories Archived

Star Trek: The Original Series

By @beatriceeagle

The Big Cheat - M - James T. Kirk/Ruth, Ben Finney, Sylvia Tilly (x-over with DSC)

By @beatrice-otter

The Mountain Rose Before Me - G - T’Lar

By @merfilly

Always the Leaving - G - Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Faysha Ry'tor (OFC) Ethics of Loss - T - Leonard “Bones” McCoy/Spock

By @sl-walker

A Little Sympathy - G - Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Spock Rituals - G - James T. Kirk, Spock, Leonard “Bones” McCoy Dad - G - Leonard “Bones” McCoy First... - T - Leonard “Bones” McCoy China - T - Leonard “Bones” McCoy

Star Trek: Alternate Original Series

By @beatrice-otter

The Comet - G - Audrid Dax, Christopher Pike

By kaydeefalls

she's the one that they call old whatsername - T - James T. Kirk (AOS)/Spock (AOS)

Star Trek: The Next Generation

By @beatriceeagle

Sea of Nonbelievers - Ro Laren, Jean-Luc Picard, Guinan

By @merfilly

Mother Snooping - G - Lwaxana Troi

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

By @beatrice-otter

Anatomy of a Secret - T - Jadzia Dax & Benjamin Sisko, Julian Bashir

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Succès successive fragmentation

2232.  le grand Livre de charlotte salomon, Jean-Christophe Menu (JC Menu, Le Grand Livre de Charlotte Salomon) (L'Éprouvette 2) (L'Association, 2006)

[jesusgisbert-blog]

La paradoja JC Menu

La paradoja JC Menu es en realidad una confirmación (una más) de que el avance de la historia se alimenta de paradojas. En el siguiente enlace me refiero a la cuestión: SITUACIONISMO, HISTORIETA Y VANGUARDIA. JEAN-CHRISTOPHE MENU

[neufmillebonnesraisons]

9000 BONNES RAISONS DE PAS SE FOUTRE EN L'AIR.

Mon plaisir : inventer quelque chose que quelqu’un.e se réapproprie et fait sien, offrir un jeu en quelque sorte, un jeu transportable, modulable, interchangeable et amusant pour soi et les autres. Voilà donc une longue liste que j’ai commencée solo pendant mes périodes d’invasion de la salmonelle noire que je voudrais vous proposer de compléter. Cette énumération à rallonge a pour titre « 9000 bonnes raisons de ne pas se foutre en l’air ». Vous pouvez m’en confier 3, voilà mes 3 premières :

1. La flemme,

2. l’orgasme prostatique,

3.les commerçants pas du tout, mais vraiment pas du tout commodes.

À vous :

Tatie Yakotte

Un chien

L’odeur du pain grillé le matin

Les objets qui disparaissent par magie et la jubilation de les retrouver longtemps après

Jean-Christophe Menu

Les échalotes frites.

Une douche après être resté sale plusieurs jours.

Un bon gros pet.

Faire ronronner un chat.

Se dire le soir qu’on ne s’est pas foutu en l’air aujourd’hui.

Sophie Hasslauer

Peur de regretter

Pas le courage

Pas le temps, il faut que je finisse la compta de l’asso

Florence Nahon-Gondouin

La douceur

Les découvertes musicales (ou madeleines) sur FIP

La BPI (Bibliothèque Publique d'Information)

Bouvardetpecuchet

1/ parce que sinon, on pourra pu manger de tartes au fraise, de salambo, et autres saloperies sucrées qui nous pourrissent la santé.

2/ quand on est mort on peut plus se plaindre, et se plaindre, c'est la vie.

3/ pour faire chier ceux qui voudraient nous voir mort.

Si on meurt, on peut pas connaitre la suite de l'histoire de l'art

Si on meurt, on ne vera plus l'automne, et j'aime bien l'automne.

Florent Tarrieux

Antonin Amy-Menichetti

La dernière raison : lire 9000 bonnes raisons de ne pas se foutre en l'air.

Pour faire chier sa belle mère

Pour cramer l'héritage de ses enfants

Pour le faire avec quelqu'un d'autre qui n'est pas prêt

Parceque le temps s'en chargera donc voilà un boulot dont on peut se passer pour le moment.

Pour répondre à des commentaires fb à des gens qu'on connait pas pour des idées qu'ils ont la flemme de faire tout seul.

cypriennozieres

1- les sandwichs au brie 2- les sandwichs au jambon 3- les sandwichs à la sardine

Philippe De Jonckheere

1/ le free jazz. 2/ les girolles. 3/ relire Thomas Bernhardt (et beaucoup rire)

[leblogdemarinaetjm]

SAMEDI 12 AOÛT 2023 (Billet 2 / 3)

Mercredi nous recevions un couple de sympathiques cousins, Catherine et Jean-François. Tout était prévu pour dîner dehors mais la Météo annonçait un temps plus qu’incertain. Et, effectivement, il a fait grisouille, avec des nuages menaçants, jusque vers 18h30.

Mais juste un peu avant leur arrivée, le ciel s’est dégagé, plus de vent ni la moindre rafale, juste une température idéale… Nous sommes restés jusque tard sur la terrasse sans avoir eu besoin un seul instant de nous couvrir.

Après l’apéritif, nous avions prévu des « Gambas à la Plancha façon Thaïe ». Nous ne vous donnerons pas la recette car vous la connaissez déjà, vu le nombre de fois que nous les avons faites, photographiées et mises sur le Blog ! Il y avait même une petite plaisanterie récurrente entre Serge, le frère de Marina, et nous. Il nous accusait de contribuer à l’extermination de la race des Gambas de Madagascar et nous menaçait d’en parler à Brigitte Bardot ! 🤣

Enfin, sachez que les gambas avaient mijoté depuis la veille au soir dans du lait de coco, agrémenté généreusement de gingembre râpé, du jus d’un gros citron (pas trouvé de citronnelle au dernier moment), assaisonné sel-poivre, d’un peu de piment d’Espelette et de coriandre ciselée.

Nos invités les ont bien appréciées. Et au dessert, quasi une première, Marina avait fait une tarte aux abricots, nommée sur son livre de recette : « tarte aux abricots simplissime ». Comme elle ne fait jamais de dessert (nous n’en mangeons jamais, sauf quand nous invitons ou que nous sommes invités), ce fut un grand moment. C’est Jean-François qui fut chargé de la découper. Vous remarquerez sur les photos que cela ne s’est pas fait sans mal, la pâte étant… un peu dure. La prochaine fois, Marina choisira une pâte feuilletée plutôt que brisée. Par contre les abricots étaient goûteux et bien moelleux.

Nous avons passé un très bon moment avec nos cousins et aurions voulu qu’ils restent encore un peu plus longtemps mais Jean-François travaillait le lendemain.

Notre prochain dîner, sous les étoiles de Saint-Christophe, ce sera très prochainement avec nos amis de Brême (Allemagne), Anne et Anthony, dans la capitale pour une petite semaine. Nous allons les inviter avec une de leurs amies, Inge (une Allemande totalement bilingue qui vit à Paris), que nous connaissons et qui est fort charmante.

Reste à nous creuser les méninges pour trouver un menu qui convient à tout le monde. Anthony étant végétarien, encore des Gambas ? La suite au prochain numéro…

[gr33rdraws]

more meder

[denimbex1986]

'Oppenheimer star Florence Pugh has been impressing cinema-goers for years now, but her rise is set to continue.

Florence Pugh was cast in her first movie at the age of 17 and received a nomination for a BAFTA Rising Star Award just a few years later. Her roles have ranged from period dramas to horror movies and superhero action films.

Among her most notable roles are those in Midsommar and Marvel's Black Widow. In Christopher Nolan’s upcoming movie Oppenheimer, Pugh plays the role of Jean Tatlock, J. Robert Oppenheimer’s love interest. The film also stars Cillian Murphy, Emily Blunt, Matt Damon, Robert Downey Jr. and more.

Below, we’ve taken a look at everything you need to know about Florence Pugh.

How old is Florence Pugh?

Florence was born on 3 January, 1996, making her 27. For those interested in horoscopes, that makes her a Capricorn.

Where is Florence Pugh from?

The 27-year-old Little Women and Black Widow star grew up in the UK, though she often has fans believing she’s from the US. Florence is well known for her ability to put on accents for her different roles, including her very convincing American accent.

Florence really is British, having been born and raised in Oxford. Apparently, she hasn’t convinced many people of that so far though. Florence addressed the issue on the Off Menu Podcast with James Acaster and Ed Gamble earlier this year.

When host James praised the accent she’d 'put on' during the podcast, Florence said: "Well, I can do northern quite easily. My gran is from Grimsby so I grew up taking the p***out of my grandad."

She added: "So many people think I’m American. Then when I do things publicly, like if I present an award or I’m on a stage talking, they’re like, 'That is the fakest English accent I have ever heard. What do you think I... how... what?"

She also added: "Sometimes when I’ve done Instagram Stories, [they’re] like, 'Oh my god, Florence Pugh sounds like she’s doing an accent,' and I’m like no, that is me. That’s literally me. So sorry."

What has Florence Pugh been in?

Florence starred in The Falling with Game Of Thrones actress Maisie Williams in 2014, a mystery film about a boarding school. In 2016 she starred in Lady Macbeth, which won her huge acclaim, and several awards.

She starred in the 2018 BBC drama The Little Drummer Girl, opposite Alexander Skarsgård, and then went on to play an amateur wrestler in 2019's Fighting With My Family, before starring in horror Midsommar. Also in 2019, she played Amy March in Greta Gerwig's adaptation of Little Women, opposite Saoirse Ronan and Meryl Streep.

Pugh also co-starred with Harry Styles in the Olivia Wilde-directed Don't Worry Darling in 2022.'

[cyanman777]

1001 Comic Books: A Request

If anyone has any of the following comic books/strips, be it your own scans or whatever, please put them on IA and/or send them my way...

Rock 'n' Roll Necronomicon by Savage Pencil

Quadratino by Antonio Rubino

Un semaine de bonte by Max Ernst

The Beast is Dead! by Victor Dancette and Edmond-Francois Calvo

Torchy in Heartbeats by Jackie Ormes

Mother Delilah / Boys' Ranch #3 by Jack Kirby and Joe Simon

Reves et Culbutes by Maurice Henry

Wayang Purwa by Saleh Ardisoma

Lifi \ Rhyphie by Sanho Kim

Salomon by Chago

Patty's World by Phillip Douglas and Purita Campos

Les Girafes by Guillermo Mordillo

Bella at the Bar by Jenny McDade and John Armstrong

Bahadur: The Red Bricks House by Aabid Surti and Govind Brahmania

Genius by John Glashan

Dori Stories by Dori Seda

Biff \ The Essential Biff by Mick Kidd and Chris Garrett

Untouchables by Lee Hyun-Se

Pee God #2 by Gary Panter and Joe Cotton

The Angriest Dog in the World by David Lynch

MAD Show-Stoppers by Mort Drucker

Sof' Boy by Archer Prewitt

The Marat/Sade Journals by Barron Storey

Palepoli by Usamaru Furuya

Nudl Nude by Youngsoon Yang

The Best of Bittercomix by Conrad Botes and Anton Kannemeyer

Comix 2000 by Jean-Christophe Menu

I'll Be Back Shortly by Frank Odoi

Powr Mastrs by Christopher Forgues

Rumble Strip by Woodrow Phoenix

Magic Mirror by Ed Pinsent

The Secret by Andrzej Klimowski

please

i'm desperate

[toutplacid]

Flyer dessiné à quatre pieds avec Jean-Christophe Menu — encre de Chine (plume), esquisse crayon bleu, 2017. C'est donc pour annoncer une petite rencontre-signature qui aura lieu DEMAIN SOIR, où Menu présentera son dernier ouvrage paru chez un gros éditeur bourrin (je sais plus quoi glacial), et moi mes quelques livres parus chez des petits éditeurs chics. Il y aura même des exemplaires de « 2006 » et « 2007 », parus il y a une dizaine d'années chez L'Association, à l'époque où officiait dans cette maison un éditeur digne de ce nom, c'est-à-dire Menu lui-même. Welcome, à demain.

[buddienights]

Part thirteen (final) of TA grindr au

Sometime in the night — they forget to get up for dinner, more content to just stay curled up together — they change positions. Buck wakes up with his face buried in the back of Eddie’s neck, his arm around Eddie’s waist, and Eddie’s naked back plastered to his equally bare chest.

The first thing he sees is the hickey he’d so diligently put just below Eddie’s ear and it’s livid in the light of morning.

“Sorry about that,” Buck whispers, brushing his lips against it softly.

Still mostly asleep, Eddie makes a fussy, confused noise that’s so damn cute Buck’s pretty sure his heart swells.

And then his stomach rumbles, ravenous.

“I’m gonna go make breakfast,” he tells Eddie, and tries to sit up.

Eddie makes the confused, now grumpy, noise again and laces his fingers through Buck’s to try and pin him in place.

“Food,” Buck says, pressing a quick kiss to Eddie’s shoulder. “Coffee, even.”

Eddie grumbles, but lets go of Buck’s hand. Buck kisses his shoulder again and then climbs out of bed. He finds Eddie’s delectable henley from the day before on the floor, and considers trying to pull on his own jeans, but there’s a comfortable looking pair of sweats on top of the dresser. As he passes by the side of the bed to the door, Eddie reaches out to grab at him, all without opening his eyes.

Buck allows himself to be caught and reeled in, at least for a moment.

“Kiss,” Eddie mumbles, face half hidden by the pillow and fuck, if this is what non-one-night-stands are like, Buck may become addicted.

He leans in to kiss the only part of Eddie’s mouth he can access and is stupidly endeared when the lack of full and proper kiss makes a frown and a pout appear on Eddie’s face.

Buck leaves him there and heads for the kitchen. It’s tidy, and intuitively organised, even though Buck also encounters a drawer of well-worn takeout menus. Like Eddie has aspirations of cooking if not extensive practice.

He finds eggs, and he finds potatoes, and he finds some cheese, and he finds the coffee maker and gets a pot going.

He’s in the middle of cracking eggs into the other half of the frying pan from the potatoes when two things happen. First, Eddie shuffles out of the bedroom and into the kitchen with him. He’s found a pair of sweats, but forgone a shirt and Buck wants to drool over his abs again, but gets distracted by the hickeys all over his chest and neck and stomach, all in the convenient shape of Buck’s mouth.

The second thing is, a key turns in the lock and the apartment door opens to let in a middle aged woman and the most adorable almost-five-year-old boy Buck’s ever seen.

“Daddy!” the kid — obviously Christopher — says, crossing the living room and reaching his arms up for Eddie to collect him.

“Hey, buddy!” Eddie says, clearly wide awake now.

“Eddie,” the woman says, arching an eyebrow and Buck hopes to god this is not how he’s gonna meet Eddie’s mother.

He’s never met anyone’s mother before.

“Tía,” Eddie replies, eyes wide and holding Christopher against his chest like a shield.

“Daddy, what’s on your neck?” Christopher asks, poking the hickey on Eddie’s neck.

“And who’s this man making you breakfast?” Eddie’s aunt asks.

“Uh, I’m — I’m—” Buck starts.

“This is Buck,” Eddie says at the same time. “My — um—”

“His—”

“We’re—”

“It’s—”

“We—”

“Mmhm,” Eddie’s aunt says.

“Uh, anyway, Buck, this is my aunt Pepa, who didn’t say she was coming by,” Eddie says.

“I stopped by my mother’s and had to come this way and thought it would be useful to bring Christopher home,” Pepa says. She eyes Buck, evaluating.

Before she can ask anything else, Christopher looks over Eddie’s shoulder at Buck curiously. “What are you making?”

“I’m, ah, hashbrowns and eggs,” Buck says. “Do you like those?”

“I don’t know,” Christopher says.

Eddie laughs, softly, and kisses the side of his head. “Yeah, you do, buddy. You love hashbrowns, remember?”

Christopher nods and goes happily enough when Eddie settles him into a booster seat at the kitchen table.

“I’m gonna…” Eddie says, gesturing vaguely between the door to his room and his bare chest, and then booking it.

Left alone, Buck tries to keep the breakfast from burning while Pepa eyes him.

“What is it you do, Buck?” she asks.

“Uh, I got kind of a late start on the whole school thing so I’m finishing my degree,” he says. “I’m gonna be an early elementary school teacher.”

“I’m going to be in early elementary school,” Christopher tells him.

Buck smiles. “Yeah, I know, I’ve kinda been helping your dad find a good kindergarten for you.”

Pepa’s demeanour towards him softens away from archly amused to genuine interest. “Have you?”

“Yep, he has,” Eddie says, sliding back into the main room fully clothed and steering Pepa toward the door. “Thank you so much for bringing Christopher home, love you, okay, bye.”

He kisses her on the cheek and steers her out of the apartment all in one smooth move that looks long-practiced. Buck catches a snippet of Pepa laughing as she goes.

Eddie rests his forehead against the closed door for a second and then joins Buck and Chris in the kitchen.

“We’re gonna have to come up with some kind of label before you meet my abuela,” Eddie says to Buck, resting a hand on his lower back as he reaches past him for the coffee pot. His thumb makes a quick circle around the muscle there that sends shivers up Buck’s back all the way to his scalp.

“I’m gonna meet your grandma?” Buck asks, and wonders if the intense hope is as obvious to Eddie as it is to him.

“I’d like you too,” Eddie says. “I’d like you to stay.”

“I’d like that too,” Buck says.

Eddie smiles at him, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and Buck smiles back.

“Are the hashbrowns ready?” Christopher asks.

It breaks the moment between Buck and Eddie, but it isn’t the irreparable kind of breakage. It feels more like breaking the seal on something that’s been private and turning it into something else. Something extremely real with Eddie’s small son involved.

“They sure smell good,” Eddie says. He pours himself a cup of coffee and kisses Buck on the cheek before joining Christopher at the table. “Hey, buddy, Buck’s gonna be coming around a lot, okay?”

Christopher considers, especially as Buck plates up the breakfast and sets it down on the table.

“Do you like Legos?” Christopher asks.

“I love Legos,” Buck says.

“Then okay,” Christopher says.

“Okay,” Eddie echoes, smiling at Buck.

Buck grins back. “Okay.”

~*~*~*~*~

Firehose91: I just feel like

SunnyD: like…

Firehose91: sorry, distracted

SunnyD: oh? By what?

Firehose91: my boyfriend looks really really hot when he grades papers. He’s got these reading glasses which I had no idea was a thing for me but like

Firehose91: holy fuck

SunnyD: oh you’ve got a boyfriend? Pity

SunnyD: anyway you were saying? You feel like…

Firehose91: oh I feel like before we both delete this app for good, idk, I feel like I should send you a dick pic or something

SunnyD: 🍆

Firehose91: and I don’t know maybe you’d be willing to send me an incredibly gratuitous pic of your ass? Just for the fond memories

SunnyD: 🍑

Firehose91: you just playing emoji translation for me

SunnyD: I’m grading papers and you’re sitting in the middle of my living room. What do you want me to do? Stand up and drop trou?

Firehose91: I mean

Firehose91: yeah

Firehose91: always

SunnyD: Buck

Firehose91: wow that’s amazing I could actually hear your tired sigh. The wonders of technology

Firehose91: oh hey I guess I gotta go

Firehose91: oh my boyfriends even pulled off his glasses

Firehose91: oh and his shirt I think I’m gonna get luck

[deleting this app will also delete all its data. Are you sure you wish to proceed?]

[yes]

[this app has been deleted]