#la a en TAB

[simpeguitartabs]

This video will help you learn how to play an easy fingerstyle guitar cover for the song La Vie En Rose by Edith Piaf. 

 The tab is arranged to be beginner friendly and quick to learn, while still sounding good on its own. 

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[eunyuin]

"no estarías errado si lo hicieras" a pesar de que automatización fuese una probabilidad en acciones ajenas de tanto demandarlo, no le molestaría de cualquier forma. lo que le importaba era escucharlo, sentirse halagada, sentirse bonita porque alguien más lo creía. habiéndose cruzado con su hermano anteriormente, no puede dejar de pensar en como de más pequeña no era lo suficientemente bonita como para ser desposada. a pesar de los paraderos de muchísimas mujeres a causa de la invasión, siempre percibió cierto rechazo, y la falta de una figura paterna potenciaba aquello. "eso tendrías que descubrirlo tú, sergei, considero que soy bastante transparente" claramente una vil mentira. existían tantas capaz de protecciones que escondían la verdadera eunseo, o al menos, la más cercana a su forma humana. una que no salía cuando estaba en público, al menos, no con personas como sergei. ya había dado ese paso y se había arrepentido. le sonríe, no comenta que acaba de sonar un tanto contradictorio con lo dicho anteriormente, recibe el cumplido y con calma natural dice "supongo que no puedo lugar con que soy linda" rendida ante facciones que brindó la naturaleza y potenciada por la inmortalidad. "ya te he enseñado un conejito ¿qué más pretendes de mi, sergei? mínimo deberías invitarme a una cita" demanda a modo de trueque por enseñar sus propias disciplinas. debía de resguardar un poco de sangre, había usado su poder y no quería cansarse tan pronto. "hijos" repite en un murmullo. y siente que se le clava un puñal en la panza cuando lento decide sentarse sobre aquella silla de poca confianza, ni se preocupa por la suciedad, por el sostén, nada. la mente se ha ido por completo. embriagan recuerdos de su primer noche de inmortal, creyendo que la naturaleza era sólo un mero chiste. no fue hasta cuando pudo controlar su hambre que el cerebro pudo funcionar como debía, que empezó a pensar nuevamente, a entender. esa fue la primera y la única gran pelea que tuvo con hyojin. "tuviste hijos" repite mirándolo entonces "¿cómo...cuándo?" preguntas que no llegan a puerto "¿no los extrañas?" y aunque se juró no volver a bajar la guardia con él, no puede evitarlo cuando los ojitos se cargan de una fina capa salada "¿qué se siente?" la pregunta suena triste y aclara su garganta, volviéndose a parar y negar con la cabeza. "lo siento, no quise entrometerme" mira la cámara en sus manos porque no encuentra valor a volver a verlo a los ojos después de escuchar eso. se siente detenida en un espacio límite entre el recuerdo discutiendo con hyojin y la nueva información que relataba sergei. "de seguro serían recuerdos lindos si...piensas en ellos con amor de padre" las palabras salen en un susurro, dándole un consejo desde su perspectiva del amor, pero sintiendo la falta como si fuera suya. lo que nunca tuvo, lo que siempre quiso, lo que nunca tendrá. "no habrá sido fácil dejarles, seguro les ha hecho mucha falta un papá" rápida es en limpiar aquellas gotitas de su rostro, no quiere que la vea así, voltea al costado de la silla, dándole la espalda. de sólo pensar en que se convierte de nuevo en pequeñita a sus ojos, le da molestia. sergei al fin y al cabo, no comprendía su sensibilidad, porque en su perspectiva era una pérdida de tiempo por lo que había entendido esa noche del ritual. @belyakovs

"Entiendo." En realidad, no lo hacía. No del todo ¿Qué había de especial en pura palabrería? Pero claro, la mayoría de la gente era débil a las palabras, no debería sorprenderse para nada. "Creo que mientras más me lo pides, menos natural me sale. Ni yo me lo creería si ahora te llamase preciosa solo porque me lo pediste." Ahora es demasiado consciente del cumplido, demasiado consciente de que hay una petición antes de lo que sale de sus labios. En sus primeros encuentros, apenas se notaban ambas cosas. Pero puede que la intercepción de Tatyana después del ritual haya sido la que cambió por completo esa percepción de sus propias palabras con la Ravnos. "No me gusta ninguna de tus perversiones hasta ahora, así que... ¿Qué me queda por explorar?" Sigue su dedo sobre sí, como quien nota otra cosa que sucede a su alrededor por el rabillo del ojo; presente, pero solo en cuerpo. Aunque deja la pregunta en el aire, no siente curiosidad. La sigue con la mirada. "Si no vieras tu rostro, sé que hallarías la forma de verte linda a pesar de ello. ¿No está en tu naturaleza?" Y con eso se refiere a ella, nada más. Su clan y los vástagos que lo componían no podía ofrecer tal cosa. Eso era algo único de Eunseo. "Me gustaría ver a las ratas en acción," admite. "Y... no sé. ¿Se le puede llamar esperanza? Solo estoy aquí para matar el tiempo en algo que parecía productivo, pero..." Resta importancia al hundirse entre sus hombros, estudiando la habitación a medias, con miradas superficiales que no capturan nada, apenas lo intentan. "Si tuvieras mi pasado, tampoco lo recordarías con cariño. ¿Alguna vez te conté que tuve hijos? Bueno, puede que ellos sean lo único decente en toda mi vida humana. Y aún así, cualquier objeto que pudiera encontrar de ellos, estará contaminado de malos recuerdos. Y eso suponiendo que los reconozca en absoluto." Cosa que probablemente no haría, ni aunque tocara sus narices. @eunyuin

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 22, 5 juin 1897, Paris. No. 14. — Petite mante. No. 17. — Mante. No. 21. — Collet mante. No. 23. — Mante. Bibliothèque nationale de France

No. 14. — Petite mante en soie brochée rose sur beige, froncée sur les épaules et remonte dans le haut par un collet formé par des feuilles de satin noir, avec broderies de jais en dessus, petite dentelle autour des feuilles, autour du cou grosse ruche retenue par une draperie de mousseline de soie enroulée et nouée en gros nœuds sur les côtés.

No. 14. — Small pink-on-beige embroidered silk mantle, gathered on the shoulders and raised at the top by a collar formed by black satin leaves, with jet embroidery above, small lace around the leaves, around the neck large ruffle held by a drapery of silk muslin rolled up and tied in large knots on the sides.

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No. 17. — Mante de drap gris allant plus bas que la taille, montée sur un col Médicis doublé de dentelle blanche; devant, longs revers brodés de soutache noire, même broderie dans le dos.

No. 17. — Gray cloth mantle reaching below the waist, mounted on a Medici collar lined with white lace; front, long lapels embroidered with black soutache, same embroidery on the back.

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No. 21. — Collet mante de soie brochée vert amande et rouge montée sur haut col Médicis doublée de dentelle; dans le bas, ceinture corselet à revers faisant la mante courte sur le devant.

No. 21. — Collar of almond green and red embroidered silk mantle mounted on a high Medici collar lined with lace; at the bottom, corselet belt with cuffs making the short mantle on the front.

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No. 23. — Mante de satin vert bouteille montée sur col Médicis, coupé de créneaux doublés de pattes de velours noir, mante à pointes devant et dans le dos, avec grands revers de velours.

No. 23. — Bottle green satin mantle mounted on a Medici collar, cut with crenellations lined with black velvet tabs, pointed mantle in front and back, with large velvet lapels.

[charlesswife]

Una Noche En Mónaco i

Vaya noche la de anoche. (What a night last night)

unem master list

pairing: charles leclerc x latina! reader

summary: after a one night stand between you and charles, charles continues on with his f1 career. until two months later, you come back claiming to be pregnant with his child.

warning: bad writing, charles is a bit of an asshole at first, is going to be a series. google translate because I do not speak french. teen pregnancy (very cliche, I know. I'm sorry)

a/n: this is based on the idea i posted yesterday, which you all seem to like a lot. i want to clarify that english isn't my first language so please be kind if you see any error, i am trying my best. Also I am very new to formula one, i am binge watching drive to survive and the races. also i hope the timeline is correct lmao. ALSO i am not very great at writing smut so don't expect to see smut until i get better at writing it. enjoy!

word count: 1,771

Just to clarify: If I'm not wrong. In 2018, Charles was 20, turning 21 in that year. Reader is going to have an age gap of two years. So reader is 18 turning 19.

gif is not mine! i love this gif tho, he looks so good.

March 2018

Everything from last night was a blur. I remember his green eyes on me. And then his lips. And then his skin. And then a bit more. 

The music was louder than my thoughts. Monaco is a beautiful country with even more beautiful people. 

Steph grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bar. "One Jack Daniel's with coke and one Cosmopolitan, please." She told the bartender. 

"Cosmopolitan?" I asked. 

"Oh girl, it's so good. It's vodka with cranberry juice, lemon juice, syrup, and..." She stopped for a second while her eyes drifted to something behind me. "Oh god, he's cute." I was going to turn around and look until she stopped me. "Wait, don't turn yet!"

By that time, the bartender put our drinks in front of us. I thanked him. "Girl, he's looking at you."

"Is he your kind of cute or mine?" 

"I would do it sober, on a Monday." Okay. I have to turn around and see said man. "If he wants anything, he'll come to us." She dragged me to another part of the bar. 

We danced and drank, and slowly I was forgetting about the 'gorgeous' man. I checked my phone. 12:00. 

It has been two hours since we got to the bar. 

When the song ended, we headed to the bar area, I asked the bartender for another drink. "Wait here, I have to run to the bathroom," Steph yelled in my ear and then made a beeline to the bathroom. I took the scenery in. The music was louder than before and everyone was dancing to a song I don't know of. 

The bartender put the drink in front of me, and I thanked him again. I lost count of how many times I have thanked him. 

"This is your fourth drink, is it not?" I heard a male voice next to me. I turned to see the owner of the voice. 

Green eyes. Dimpled smile. His body leaned to mine. 

"You're keeping tabs on me?" I asked.

"Hard not to," he said. He turned to the bartender and said, "Fermer la onglet. apporte-elle de l'eau. Je paierai la facture." (Close the tab, and bring her some water. I will pay for her bill.) The bartender nodded. The man turned to me again. 

"What did you tell him?" I'm not even going to lie. His accent was very sexy. 

"Nothing much. C'mon. Let's dance." he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor. 

He pulled me close to his body. Very close. His green eyes and hands were all over me. And I let him.

He leaned closer to my ear and said, "So are you going to tell me your name or will I only know as the beautiful foreign girl?" 

"You think I'm beautiful?" I asked laughing a bit. 

"Everybody in this room thinks you are beautiful," he smiled, "So?" 

"y/n," I told him. He repeated my name again, trying to see how my name feels on his lips. "And you?" I asked him. 

"Charles" I repeated his name and his smile got wider. Deepening his dimples. "Leclerc" 

Somewhere in the room, a phone rang. I was entangled with Charles that I just let it ring. His face is so calm, without worries. 

"I can feel you staring at me, mon cherie," he murmured. "do you always stare at people when you wake up?"

"Not always," I said. "you're the only exception." He smiled at my comment and opened his eyes. 

"Hello" 

"Hi," I whispered. 

"Was that your phone or mine?" He asked. 

"I don't know. If it's important, they'll ring again." As soon as the words left my mouth. The phone rang again. I let out a little whine that made Charles laugh. 

"That's your phone, that's not my ringtone." I got out of bed and looked for the phone. 

"I can feel you staring at me, mon cherie" I mocked him. 

"A sight like you should be stared at all the time." I smiled at his comment. I found my phone in between the pile of clothes that was left on the floor. Steph <3 appeared on my screen.

I lay on the bed again with Charles and answered the phone. 

"Hey bitch, I've been calling you all morning" 

"Sorry" I answered "I just woke up" 

"Are you still with the French boy?" Steph asked with a joking tone. I can't remember most of last night. But she knows about Charles and the fact he speaks French.

"I'm Monegasque," He said a bit loud, just for her to hear. 

"He says he's Monegasque" I repeated. 

"Uhhh, native. I like it. Well, text me when you're on your way back" With that, she hangs up. I looked back at Charles. 

"So, another round?" 

At first, Steph was excited for me. She was hoping for Charles to be the next thing to occupy my mind instead of my parents.

She wasn't wrong. The Monegasque lived in my mind rent-free for the past month. Especially after I found out I was pregnant. 

Two pink lines.

Positive. 

"So? What does it say?" Steph asked. I didn't say anything. Tears started to form in my eyes. "Oh god, I need a drink" She disappeared from the bathroom to the kitchen. 

Steph made me take a pregnancy test after several different random cravings that I had. She had enough of me after I ate a burger with extra extra pickles, and then more pickles on the side. For context, I hate pickles, with my life. 

Fuck. 

"y/n... what are you gonna do?" I haven't realized that she came back into the room, a glass of wine in her hand. 

"well... what's done it's done. it's my responsibility to take care so it." I answered. 

"Yeah! But so it's his! He has to be responsible too!" she yelled. 

I let the tears run down my face. "And how?! I don't have his number! It's not like I could just send him a text saying 'Hey! remember when we fucked a month ago? well, I'm pregnant now, congrats! be responsible and take care of it" 

Steph stayed quiet for a moment, just staring at me. After a while, she said, "Do you think he is on Instagram? I mean, think about it, almost everyone is on Instagram." she waved her wine at me. 

"And if he's not?" my voice broke for a moment. This is all too much for me. I am overwhelmed and drowning in my own feelings. 

"We can only hope so." She put her wine on top of the dresser and reached for her back pocket for her phone. "What was his name again?" 

"Charles," I said. 

"Love, I'm going to need more than that"

"Umm... His last name was a hard one. It was Lec... Lec-something"

For a moment, she looked at me and then back at her phone. "Leclerc?" She asked, doubt very clear in her voice.

"Yes! Leclerc. Why? Did you find him? You should get a job in the FBI" I commented while fidgeting with my hands. I was very nervous. 

"Is it him?" She turned her phone towards me. The first thing I see was a black and white picture of Charles sitting on top of a counter with an Alfa Romeo jacket. The date was March 4, 2018. Just a few days before we met. 

"Yes," I confirmed, "Wow, you are better than a PI" She slide her finger up a little and I looked at the username. Charles_leclerc with a verified check. "He's verified? Why is he verified?" I felt my heart going eighty miles per hour. 

"You fucked and got pregnant by a Formula One driver," Steph said, in a monotone voice. 

Oh fuck. 

"What do I do now?" I asked her as I made my way to my bed to sit down. 

"Well, you know who he is now. You just gotta find a way to find him and tell him." She said as she sat down and wrapped her arms around me. 

Yeah. Right. Like that's going to be easy. 

May 2018 

"When will the phase of puking stops when pregnant?" I asked Steph as I rubbed my small bump. 

"You're asking the wrong person. I am not Google" She replied. 

"You would be more awesome if you were Google" I joked as I sat at the dinner table.

The aroma of pho and fried dumplings is drugging me right now. Steph is a great chef. So am I, but I hate washing dishes. 

I am glad I have Steph to take care of me. Steph has been my best friend for the longest, she's a year older than me, but she treats me and takes care of me as if I'm her daughter. She was there for me when my parents died. She dropped everything and came with me across the world. And now she's taking care of me while being pregnant. I truly don't know what I would do without her. 

Steph served me chicken pho and eight delicious fried pork dumplings. I waited for her to sit down. 

She glanced at me for a second and then smiled. "You look like a child, waiting for permission to eat." 

I laughed. "Well, I'm sorry I waited for you," I said as I grabbed the spoon and put some of the broth in it, and then took it to my mouth. It is so savory. "This is so good" I grabbed the chopsticks and grabbed a dumpling. I blow a bit into it so I don't burn myself. I took a big bite. "Oh my gosh, this is the best dumpling." 

"You know what's better than a fried dumpling?" she asked while she wiggled her eyebrows. 

"A soup dumpling!" I said. As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard a ting! coming from my phone. I thought my phone was in silence. We both laughed a bit at the timing and sound of the phone. 

I turned my phone, immediately illuminating from the raise to wake mode. My smile dropped. 

+377 123 456 7890 

Hey, this is Charles. I'm in Monaco for a few weeks, mon cherie. Do you want to meet? 😉

I slammed my phone back to the table and looked at Steph. "What?" she asked. I looked back at my phone, making sure it wasn't a hallucination in my head. The text message was still there. 

With shaken hands, I hand her my phone while I eat the other portion of the dumpling. She looked at the text, then at me. "Oh fuck..."

Oh fuck indeed. 

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Ahhhhhh!!!!! This is the first chapter of many more to come! Please let me know what you think of it. I would very much appreciate any type of comment, whether it is your opinion or just anything! It would def motive me more to keep going.

@mac-daddy-210 @infinite-wanders @rbrsavage @itsyogurlkel @bbygrlllllll @nerdreader @imnotcryingyouare1 @killerangel88 @obx-mylove-things-blog @triorion @daniellarogers @insssanemindd @bosinclairsgff

[sthavoc]

Imagine Enzo and the guys being out and maybe grabbing lunch and there's a girl and some friends sitting next to them. Someone comes up go her and asks her out in spanish and she replies in english that she doesn't speak spanish. After the man leaves she starts speaking in spanish to her friends and the boys laugh. Enzo and her hit it off. Idk pay no mind to this. It's nonsense

៚🍹𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: you go out with your friends for brunch and a guy casually decides to ask you out, but you are not interested, though you decide to exchange a few words with enzo.

·˚ ༘ warnings: cussing. (I believe that is it)

·˚ ༘ note: bestie I loved this idea it’s not nonsense! we can always find a way to work with what we get! and I love this kind of fics 😭 they’re so cool to write. also three posts tdyyy

“Dios, ese chico lleva haciéndote ojitos desde que llegamos.” One of your friends, Sofia, giggles bringing her head down.

“Ew.” A scowl plasters onto your face. It wasn’t that you considered he was unattractive, it was his personality, the way he wanted to appear more masculine than what he already wanted to be.

He kept trying to do seductive looks and would wave the waitress away. What a jerk. Was also ordering drink after drink.

Gross. Was your thought.

“No, y que venga acá.” Another one of your friends, Lucy, speaks making you choke on your drink.

“¡No lo manifiestes!” You whispered a shout making your friends giggle, and if you weren’t mistaken also the table of boys next to you.

It was your usual brunch hangout that you had with your friends before continuing with your day together as a group. All you wanted was to have one of those moments, not for it to be ruined by a random guy that you were thoroughly not interested in.

“Eso te pasa por ponerte ese perfume que dice ven a mi, tarada.” One of your friends, Javier says. His remark made you roll your eyes before you answered—

“Ay cállate que no sirve. Lo compré en broma.”

He laughs tossing his head back. “Como si crees en la manifestación pero no en esto pelotuda, es básicamente lo mismo”

“Uh oh. Ahí viene.” Lucy takes the attention while taking a sip off of her drink before turning the other way to not look at the scene, and act distracted as if they were not paying attention to the guy.

“Hola.” The whole table went quiet when the guy reached your space, including the table next to you. How embarrassing for this fellow. “Te me hiciste muy guapa y quisiera saber si te gustaría tomar algo conmigo.”

At this moment you had two choices, immediately reject the guy, or humble him in front of everybody. You weren’t cruel, you just didn’t like men who wanted to appear more manly. Plus, you didn’t know English for nothing, it wouldn’t hurt to put it to use.

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak Spanish.” The three of your friends choked on their drinks trying not to giggle at the way you looked up at the guy, and him only staring back in confusion.

“Perdón, no entiendo.” His words were followed by a nervous laugh, that he immediately got rid of.

“Que no sabe español, boludo.” Javier was not repentant to call him stupid.

The guy only swallowed and excused himself before leaving, he had paid for his tab before walking out of the restaurant. Your friends didn’t resist and were laughing at the situation, and again, the table next to you.

“Que imbécil.” You sighed with a chuckle before taking a bite of your food. You realized your drink was half empty and you decided to get up and go towards the open bar to order a refill.

You had walked over towards the bar and asked for your drink, with elbows on the cold, rigid surface as you waited. You felt the presence of another body next to you that made you turn their way. That’s when you recognized it was one of the guys that was sitting at the table next to yours.

“Tremenda jugada que le hiciste al hombre.” He mentions with a chuckle that made a smile somewhat creep on your lips, with a look in your eyes.

“Se veía como un patan.” Yo say spinning your body towards him.

The man stayed quiet for a moment and you took that silence to secretly scan him, he had curly hair, and brown eyes, and he wore a simple black t-shirt with jeans. Simple, but he pulled it off.

“Seguro que lo era.” He interrupts your thinking bringing you back to the sense of reality. “Enzo.” His hand stayed in the middle waiting for you to shake.

What a nice name.

“T/N.” You interlocked your hand with his giving it a small shake. His lips gave you a smile that you thought was one of the most gorgeous ones you had seen. What a man.

“¿Tengo algo en la cara?” He brought up making you let go of his hand and break the contact.

You shook for head before you responded “Eh no, no. Para nada, todo bien.”

“Bueno entonces, ¿no te molestaría si te pido tu número? ¿O también me vas a decir que no hablas español?” He joked earning your smile with a shake of the head.

“Buena esa.” You snickered inclining your head towards the side for a split second before you began to dig into your purse for something to write with, but all that you could find was a lip liner.

You deftly removed the cap from your lipliner using your teeth, holding it securely between them as you reached over to Enzo's arm. You gently placed your hand on his forearm, feeling the warmth of his skin. Enzo's eyes remained fixed on you, watching intently as you traced your phone number onto his inner arm with the lip liner. It was a moment of intimacy, one that left a lingering feeling of excitement and anticipation in the air.

“Me hubieras pedido mi celular.” He spoke after you relied back when you finished writing the numbers and putting back the cap of your liner.

“No, esto parece mejor.” You scrunched your nose before you grabbed your drink and walked back to your table.

As the scene unfolded, you remained composed and unfazed, taking a sip of your drink while your friends Lucy, Javier, and Sofia watched in amazement. Although they seemed shocked by what had occurred, you maintained your confidence and composure throughout the ordeal.

“Que tremenda,” Lucy mentions.

“¿No que no servía el perfume?” Javier jokes making all of you laugh before going back to your food.

[moviestarmartini]

where she goes. — brahim díaz x reader.

tranquilita tu siempre te roba el show / una perversa le vo'a dar dembow / si se pone en cuatro i go where she goes.

summary: (based on this request) you slept with brahim full knowing he only did it to get over his ex. when he comes asking for more you decide to ignore him and disappear, full of pride. too bad he knows where to find you.

wc: 2.6k

warnings: yet again basic sentences in spanish (some i translated), nsfw (18+), stubborn mfs, alcohol consumption, prideful mfs, unprotected sex but what's new (not endorsing it!!!!), p in v, fingering, dom!brahim, he's a bit mean here whoops, spanking (nothing too extreme i promise), praise, aftercare, he's a lil shit here.

A/N: i stalled for a second but i'm so happy how this turned out !! thank you reina @thelvsickgirl for the request mwah mwah i hope you like it 🤍

now playing... where she goes by bad bunny

You stared at the messages in disbelief. You knew very well you were just a rebound, and though it was very well the best fuck of your life, you doubted if that was the case for him too. It was just your ego controlling your every thought, embarrassed you were the second option for him to come back to every time he found himself lonely. After not long consideration, you decided to listen to your pride and ignore the messages. 

Brahim stared back at the blue gray check marks, noticing how you went online on and off but no typing. There was no true intention to reply, thus meaning you didn’t want to respond, and you wanted him to know that. The same sense of pride invaded the two of you. ‘Fine. If she can ignore me, I can ignore her back. Game on.’ and he ignored you ignoring the messages, chest puffed with toxic dignity. 

But it wasn’t easy, not as much as he’d imagined. Each time he closed his eyes to rest, the ghost of your body haunted him, and he yearned to have your tits smothering his face once again as you bounced up and down the length of his cock. When he passed by the living room the carpet was still soaked in a stain remover from the red wine you spilled that night, the same one that had gotten you tipsy and stained your blouse, prompting you to remove it. 

And then, as the situation escalated, he replayed it in the same exact way in his mind until he tore himself away from the thought and moved on. Moved on to the thought of what you were up to; if you were seeing someone else, someone that had your voice stuck in the back of your throat like he did. 

Even some considerable time later, he just gave into the urges, the need to see your ass bouncing against his pelvis when he ordered you to get on all fours just to ram you from behind. He knew you well enough to know you were going to be at that club that night, so he sat and waited patiently, being a wingman to his own friends as he waited upon your arrival. 

And God, it did not disappoint. 

You sauntered in as if you walked into your own living room, the act was flawless as you stole gazes and forced them to look at you. But Brahim couldn’t help but smirk when he noticed you were only looking back at him. He watched as you hurriedly excused yourself from your group of friends and trotted over with those stiletto heels, sitting in the empty chair next to him. 

“Stalking me now, aren’t we?” You muttered, calling the bartender over. You couldn’t even bother as Brahim raised his hand to catch his attention first. 

“Un espresso martini para la señorita; lo agregas a mi cuenta.” ‘A espresso martini for the lady; add it to my tab’ The corner of your lip twitched as he knew exactly what you wanted. That also came true as he placed his hand on your knee, caressing a scar from the time you rolled down a hill when you were six.

“When are you giving me another chance, huh?” He inched closer, searching for your eyes. “I came all this way…” He thanked the bartender with a nod, giving you enough space to sip on your drink. “I surrender, okay?” 

You laughed, not even knowing what type of war you found yourselves in. “Surrender to what? ¿Qué está pasando por esa cabecita tuya, Brahimi?” You hummed disinterestedly, taking a long sip before placing the glass down. But there wasn’t any type of humor in Brahim’s eyes, not even with the nickname. He leaned in closer, nose brushing against yours. 

He seemed to straighten up and almost fix his attitude towards you, clearing his throat and brushing his hair back. “Can we… talk somewhere more private? My car, maybe?” He offered, eyes full of regret. 

You convinced yourself for the past month or so you weren’t going to give in so easily. You knew it was just sex, all his compliments and excuses were the pathway straight into his bed, or his couch, or the kitchen counter. But there you were, gulping down the last of your drink before getting dragged out of there, hurriedly texting your friends.

You sat in his car, the air thick as the engine roared awake. “What was it that you wanted to talk about?” You turned to him, still playing hard to get. The act dissolved the second he crashed his lips in yours furiously. “Ay princesa…” He sighed against your lips, his hands messing up your hair. “I want to feel that pussy again.” 

The nod you gave him was enough for the man next to you behind the wheel to break almost seven traffic laws on his way back to the apartment, and you squirmed on your seat, extremely turned on. 

The walk to the elevator was fuzzy, but as soon as you got inside, he almost slammed you against the wall with the rough push, subsequently having his lips take yours. It was sloppy, his lips and surrounding areas tinting in your lipstick, hands exploring under your dress to the point you wondered if he’d gotten you naked entirely. 

He was hungry, insatiable almost. When you reached his floor, the door wasn’t even closed, and you believed he knew how tightly you were wrapped around his finger. You stumbled inside to reach his living room couch, the same place where it all began a few weeks ago. 

You sat in his lap, legs to either side of his body. His hands forced you to arch your back, clothes chests against each other.  “Take off that dress. Keep the heels,” He ordered, pulling your hands away and letting you stand. He wanted a show, and you gave him just that. Your eyes didn’t leave his as you unzipped the little black item, letting it slowly slip down your body and pool at your feet. You brushed your hair to the side, giving him those eyes that chanted ‘slut me out!’ over and over again. 

“Who’s been seeing you in those?” He pointed with his nose to the lacy items that dressed your body under the regular items. He parted his legs, his growing boner becoming more evident.

“You know I wear these to feel pretty.” You replied with equal sass, and he tutted, leaning back. “What?” He saw right through you, and that was only part of it, not the entirety. With no other reply he patted his lap, inviting you to sit in it again. 

You knew better than to disagree, and as soon as you placed your legs on either side of his body, he captured your lips in his. The kiss was frenzied, he grabbed the plush of your ass and kneaded it. The groping made you grind on his lap, the excuse of a piece of fabric rubbing against his clothed boner. 

Brahim broke the kiss, leaving you wanting more. But he kept you away, holding you tenderly by your jaw, but still squishing your cheeks a little. “Don’t lie to me, mamita,” He cooed, voice dripping with sweetness before a smack filled the air, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Who’s been seeing you in that lingerie?” 

“No one, I swear!” You whined, writhing under another spank to your ass. “I kept wearing it in case I ran into you. I never got the courage to get on with someone else.” You heard a small laugh come from him, and sweet pecks soon placed at your chest. 

“Was that so hard to admit?” Brahim brushed your hair back with the palm of his hand, almost petting you. “Too bad you were just a lil’ too stubborn to text me back, eh amor?” His nose brushed against your neck, now depositing the sweetest kisses down its length. His hands played with the clasp of your bra, and it brought small giggles to your slips that mixed in with the moans. 

But the giggles didn’t last long as his hands cupped your breasts, massaging and squeezing them. “Fuck, I missed these,” He groaned, his lips applying sucktion on your shoulder. Surprised, your hands brushed the short strands in the back of his neck before tangling into the longer ones at the top. 

“Eres mía, ¿oíste?” Once his hands left your breasts, his fingers brushed against the newly formed mark. You nodded, breath hitching when his fingertips descended down your torso, hand stuffing inside your panties. He hummed in satisfaction at your wetness, grazing lightly at your clit. His eyes dissected the way you could barely stay straight, sinking further into his clothed thighs. “That’s good, isn’t it?” 

But the way he stared at you also meant he wanted a vocal answer, and with a trembling voice you reassured him, “So good, I swear,” His movements were painfully slow, until he moved his hand further down to tease your entrance. You nodded in consent, feeling two digits push inside. But there he was again moving slowly, taking his sweet time. 

“I’m sorry, is that not enough?” It was as if he was making fun of your moans turning into whining between low chuckles. “Ride them. C’mon.” The situation itself already seemed bizarre, how you ran into him when you most wished you did, only for him to have you completely under his control. You didn’t question him, taking the free pass and allowing yourself to get off, hips rolling on the digits he pumped inside you. You threw your head back, moving upwards and back down again continuously, your slick soon gathering in his palm. 

The moment he curled his fingers to hook against that ragged spot,  heat rose up your body, stomach tickling. Your movements became frantic, eyes glassy as you began to crave that release… only for him to remove his hand from under you, leaving you speechless. He licked his fingers clean with such care, big puppy eyes looking up at you. 

“Cum on my cock, please,” He guided your hand to squeeze the clothed bulge, shivering under your touch. You didn’t waste any time undoing the item, and he helped you out by sliding it— along with his underwear— to rest at his lower thighs. You licked your lips, watching the pink tip leak pre-cum, but decided on kissing him first, hand undoing the buttons of his black shirt. 

But there wasn’t any time to fully remove the item as he rubbed his hard cock against your entrance, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Vamos, princesa.” He encouraged you to sink down the length, his other hand caressing your side. You looked up

at him, only to find his pair of eyes looking back fueled with passion. 

That was enough motivation to check he was correctly lined up before sinking down. A groan in unison burst through the four walls, the grip of hands settling on your sides tightening. You hid your face in his neck, getting used to the stretch. Your bare chest against his own, and for a second you swore you could feel his heartbeat. 

It didn’t take long for you to start bouncing up and down his length, wanting to finish off the job. You were going to grant his wish, the fluids already rolling down to soak the couch a little. He groaned, feeling that peculiar pulsing of your walls, his hands maintaining a hard grip on your waist. 

“Don’t give up on me now, you’ve been doing so great.” Brahim praised, noticing how the build up had thrown off your rhythm. “Let me help.” He urged, positioning your bodies before he thrusted upwards. It was fast and fierce, your moans hitting a higher decibel as he tipped you off towards your orgasm. 

But he didn’t stop, he barely slowed down to give you time to recover before going back to that relentless pace, your head dropping and resting against his shoulder blade. “Mírame” He demanded, his hungry eyes meeting your infatuated ones before he pulled you into a kiss, stopping his thrusts while fully inside you. 

A sloppy makeout, tongues tangled, teeth clashing lightly every once in a while. His cock filled every crevice, his hands explored every inch while you finally removed the button up fully. Without even giving you a warning he switched, and you were under him. “La más bella de todo Madrid, eh my love?” He cooed, hands running down your sides as he took every inch displayed in front of him. 

You couldn’t help but blush, scoffing a little. “Ponte en cuatro,” He asked so nicely you couldn’t decline, hearing how he took off his bottoms, giving you space to get on your hands and knees. Then you could feel him behind you again, giving your ass a light smack before he leaned down to kiss one of your buttcheeks. 

A loud crack followed, and you gasped, looking back at him. “¿Enserio Brahim? This is the second pair! You can’t break things you didn’t pay for.” He tore the lacy thong to shreds easily, ripping it off your body. He only smiled sweetly, blowing you a kiss accompanied by a wink before he was back inside you, thrusting as if his life depended on it. The loud moans and groans— almost pornographic— filled the space once more. Your back arched as your arms gave out, the second release hitting you like a train. 

Brahim couldn’t help but admire your figure as he hit it from the back, a small smile sneaking in from behind his parted lips. He leaned down and circled his arm around your hip to press two fingers on your perked clit, already stimulated enough. Your thighs shook, breath getting stuck in your throat. He had never been a selfish lover, and you knew he wanted you to cum again at the same time he filled you up to the brim. 

“Fuck— fuck, that’s it, one more baby,” He praised as you came undone under him, your legs giving you. He pounded you into the cushions, kissing the back of your shoulder blades. The squeeze your pussy gave him was more than enough to tip him over the edge, glorified chants of your name overshadowed your whimpers. 

In no time he had you cradled in his arms, holding you close against his chest. “Stay the night with me, please,” He nuzzled into your cheek, and you agreed between half lidded eyes. 

You still left the following morning before he could wake up, knowing this was something still casual. He was still trying to get over his ex, and you were the closest person he could do that with; your convictions haven’t changed, even when he spent all night spooning you with his face buried in your neck. 

“You’ve got something waiting on your desk,” One of your coworkers announced as you clocked in on Monday, the others giggling. Curious, you walked slowly to your space to find a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a black box with a pink satin bow. 

You smiled at your coworkers innocently, sitting down to check what was inside the box. Your ears burned as your eyes fell upon the brand new lacy underwear. You closed the box without making much fuss to not attract any attention, checking the note resting on the outside. 

‘ picked them myself so i can break them in peace. 

see you friday, princesa. 

— yours, BD. ‘ 

[jartita-me-teneis]

Ctrl + E - Seleccionar todo

Ctrl + N - Negrita

Ctrl + C - Copiar

Ctrl + D - Rellenar

Ctrl + B - Buscar

Ctrl + G - Guardar

Ctrl + L - Reemplazar

Ctrl + K - Italic

Ctrl + U - Nuevo libro de trabajo

Ctrl + A - Abrir

Ctrl + P - Imprimir

Ctrl + R - Nada bien

Ctrl + S - Subrayado

Ctrl + V - Pegar

Ctrl W - Cerrar

Ctrl + X - Cortar

Ctrl + Y - Repetir

Ctrl + Z - Deshacer

F1 - Ayuda

F2 - Edición

F3 - Pegar el nombre

F4 - Repite la última acción.

F4 - Al ingresar una fórmula, cambie entre referencias absolutas / relativas

F5 - Ir a

F6 - Panel siguiente

F7 - Corrector ortográfico

F8 - Ampliación del modo.

F9 - Recalcular todos los libros

F10 - Activar la barra de menú

F11 - Nueva gráfica

F12 - Guardar como

Ctrl +: - Insertar la hora actual

Ctrl +; - Insertar la fecha actual.

Ctrl + "- Copia el valor de la celda arriba

Ctrl + '- Copia la fórmula de la celda de arriba

Cambio - Ajuste de compensación para funciones adicionales en el menú de Excel

Shift + F1 - ¿Qué es?

Shift + F2 - Editar comentario de celda

Shift + F3 - Pegar la función en la fórmula

Shift + F4 - Buscar siguiente

Mayús + F5 - Buscar

Mayús + F6 - Panel anterior

Mayús + F8 - Añadir a la selección

Shift + F9 - Calcular la hoja de cálculo activa

Shift + F10 - Visualización del menú emergente

Shift + F11 - Nueva hoja de cálculo

Mayús + F12 - Guardar

Ctrl + F3 - Establecer nombre

Ctrl + F4 - Cerrar

Ctrl + F5 - XL, tamaño de la ventana de restauración

Ctrl + F6 - Ventana del siguiente libro de trabajo

Shift + Ctrl + F6 - Ventana del libro de trabajo anterior

Ctrl + F7 - Mover ventana

Ctrl + F8 - Cambiar tamaño de ventana

Ctrl + F9 - Minimizar el libro de trabajo

Ctrl + F10 - Maximizar o restaurar ventana

Ctrl + F11 - Insertar 4.0 hoja de macros

Ctrl + F1 - Abrir archivo

Alt + F1 - Insertar un gráfico

Alt + F2 - Guardar como

Alt + F4 - Salida

Alt + F8 - Cuadro de diálogo macro

Alt + F11 - Editor de Visual Basic

Alt + 64 - @

CTRL + Esc. Puedes regresar rápidamente a la pantalla de inicio. Y aquí no ha pasado nada.

Ctrl + Shift + F3 - Crear un nombre usando los nombres de las etiquetas de fila y columna

Ctrl + Shift + F6 - Ventana anterior

Ctrl + Shift + F12 - Impresión

Alt + Shift + F1 - Nueva hoja de cálculo

Alt + Shift + F2 - Guardar

Alt + = - AutoSum

Ctrl + `- Cambiar valor / visualización de la fórmula

Ctrl + Shift + A - Insertar los nombres de los argumentos en la fórmula

Alt + flecha abajo - lista de vista automática

Alt + '- Formato de diálogo de estilo

Ctrl + Shift + ~ - Formato general

Ctrl + Shift +! - Formato de coma

Ctrl + Shift + @ - Formato de hora

Ctrl + Shift + # - Formato de fecha

Ctrl + Shift + $ - Formato de moneda

Ctrl + Shift +% - Formato de porcentaje

Ctrl + Shift + ^ - Formato exponencial

Ctrl + Shift + & - Coloque el borde del contorno alrededor de las celdas seleccionadas

Ctrl + Shift + _ - Eliminar el borde del contorno

Ctrl + Shift + * - Seleccione la región actual

Ctrl ++ - Insertar

Ctrl + - - Eliminar

Ctrl + 1 - Formato del diálogo de celda

Ctrl + 2 - Negrita

Ctrl + 3 - cursiva

Ctrl + 4 - Subrayado

Ctrl + 5 - Tachado

Ctrl + 6 - Mostrar / Ocultar objetos

Ctrl + 7 - Mostrar / Ocultar barra de herramientas estándar

Ctrl + 8 - Alternar símbolos de esquema

Ctrl + 9 - Ocultar líneas

Ctrl + 0 - Ocultar columnas

Ctrl + Shift + (- Mostrar líneas

Ctrl + Shift +) - Mostrar columnas

Alt o F10 - Activar el menú

Ctrl + Tab - En la barra de herramientas: Siguiente barra de herramientas

Shift + Ctrl + Tab - En la barra de herramientas: Barra de herramientas anterior

Ctrl + Tab - En un libro: activa el siguiente libro

Mayús + Ctrl + Tab - En una c arpeta: activar la carpeta anterior

Ficha - Siguiente herramienta

Mayús + Tabulador - Herramienta anterior

Entrar - Hacer el pedido

Mayús + Ctrl + F - Lista desplegable de fuentes

Mayús + Ctrl + F + F - Formato de cuadro de diálogo de celdas Fuente de pestaña

Mayús + Ctrl + P - Lista desplegable de tamaño de punto.

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Ctrl + E - Select all

Ctrl + N - Bold

Ctrl + C - Copy

Ctrl + D - Fill

Ctrl + B - Search

Ctrl + G - Save

Ctrl + L - Replace

Ctrl + K - Italic

Ctrl + U - New workbook

Ctrl + A - Open

Ctrl + P - Print

Ctrl + R - Not good

Ctrl + S - Underline

Ctrl + V - Paste

Ctrl W - Close

Ctrl + X - Cut

Ctrl + Y - Repeat

Ctrl + Z - Undo

F1 - Help

F2 - Edition

F3 - Paste the name

F4 - Repeat the last action.

F4 - When entering a formula, switch between absolute/relative references

F5 - Go to

F6 - Next panel

F7 - Spell checker

F8 - Expansion mode.

F9 - Recalculate all books

F10 - Activate the menu bar

F11 - New graph

F12 - Save as

Ctrl +: - Insert current time

Ctrl +; - Insert the current date.

Ctrl + "- Copy the cell value above

Ctrl + '- Copy the formula from the cell above

Change - Offset adjustment for additional functions in Excel menu

Shift + F1 - What is it?

Shift + F2 – Edit Cell Comment

Shift + F3 - Paste the function into the formula

Shift + F4 – Find Next

Shift + F5 - Search

Shift + F6 - Previous Panel

Shift + F8 - Add to selection

Shift + F9 - Calculate active spreadsheet

Shift + F10 - Popup menu display

Shift + F11 - New Spreadsheet

Shift + F12 - Save

Ctrl + F3 - Set name

Ctrl + F4 - Close

Ctrl + F5 - XL, restore window size

Ctrl + F6 - Next workbook window

Shift + Ctrl + F6 - Previous workbook window

Ctrl + F7 - Move window

Ctrl + F8 - Resize window

Ctrl + F9 - Minimize the workbook

Ctrl + F10 - Maximize or restore window

Ctrl + F11 - Insert 4.0 Macro Sheet

Ctrl + F1 - Open file

Alt + F1 - Insert a chart

Alt + F2 - Save As

Alt + F4 - Exit

Alt + F8 - Macro Dialog Box

Alt + F11 - Visual Basic Editor

Alt + 64 - @

CTRL + Esc. You can quickly return to the home screen. And here nothing has happened.

Ctrl + Shift + F3 – Create a name using row and column label names

Ctrl + Shift + F6 - Previous window

Ctrl + Shift + F12 - Print

Alt + Shift + F1 - New Spreadsheet

Alt + Shift + F2 - Save

Alt + = - AutoSum

Ctrl + ` – Change value/formula display

Ctrl + Shift + A - Insert argument names into the formula

Alt + down arrow - auto view list

Alt + '- Format style dialog

Ctrl + Shift + ~ - General Format

Ctrl + Shift +! - Comma format

Ctrl + Shift + @ - Time format

Ctrl + Shift + # - Date format

Ctrl + Shift + $ - Currency Format

Ctrl + Shift +% - Percentage format

Ctrl + Shift + ^ - Exponential format

Ctrl + Shift + & - Place the outline border around the selected cells

Ctrl + Shift + _ - Delete the outline border

Ctrl + Shift + * - Select the current region

Ctrl++ - Insert

Ctrl + - - Delete

Ctrl + 1 - Format Cell Dialog

Ctrl + 2 - Bold

Ctrl + 3 - italic

Ctrl + 4 - Underline

Ctrl + 5 - Strikethrough

Ctrl + 6 - Show/Hide objects

Ctrl + 7 - Show/Hide Standard Toolbar

Ctrl + 8 – Toggle Outline Symbols

Ctrl + 9 - Hide lines

Ctrl + 0 - Hide columns

Ctrl + Shift + (- Show lines

Ctrl + Shift +) - Show columns

Alt or F10 - Activate the menu

Ctrl + Tab - In the toolbar: Next toolbar

Shift + Ctrl + Tab - In the toolbar: Previous Toolbar

Ctrl + Tab - In a book: activate the next book

Shift + Ctrl + Tab - In a folder: activate the previous folder

Tab - Next tool

Shift + Tab - Previous Tool

Enter - Place the order

Shift + Ctrl + F – Font dropdown list

Shift + Ctrl + F + F - Format Cells Dialog Box Tab Source

Shift + Ctrl + P - Point size drop-down list.

[andypantsx3]

In English:

Hi all, you might remember the wattpad plagiarism situation I posted about last month. A reader reported to me that a writer called Lía (who writes as one half of a pair of writers called Angry_popcorn) had taken my fic cover shot and rewrote it in Spanish. I never saw the fic myself but I trusted the word of this reader and raised the community alarm just in case. I then reached out to Lía directly on wattpad in the interest of digging deeper and confirming what was really going on.

Since posting, however, it has become clear that Lía does indeed take English fics and translate them into Spanish while maintaining they are her original works. There is decisive evidence that she plagiarized at least one other author, @littlesponge-fics. Sponge asked her to take the plagiarized fic down, which she did, along with all of Lía's other fics (which we did not ask for).

I had written this document compiling evidence, but when the fics came down, we thought the situation was resolved and did not see a need to publish.

However, we have since become aware that Angry_popcorn has been posting in their community tab alleging that Lía is being bullied over fics with "similar themes". They seem to imply that myself and Sponge are doing the bullying. Others in their community tab have said that someone is sending them the plagiarized fic and that it's not at all similar.

As things seem to be reaching a kind of boiling point over there, we want to take this opportunity to clarify how we know that word-for-word plagiarism has occurred, and to provide a full record of our contact with Lía for transparency.

Please read carefully, and once again please do not send any hate to this author.

En español (via google translate, sorry if it's bad!!):

Hola a todos, quizás recuerden la situación de plagio de Wattpad que publiqué el mes pasado. Un lector me informó que una escritora llamada Lía (que escribe como la mitad de un par de escritores llamados Angry_popcorn) había tomado mi fic cover shot y la había reescrito en español. Yo nunca vi el fic pero confié en la palabra de este lector y di la alarma a la comunidad por si acaso. Luego me comuniqué con Lía directamente en Wattpad con el interés de profundizar más y confirmar lo que realmente estaba pasando.

Sin embargo, desde la publicación, ha quedado claro que Lía efectivamente toma ficciones en inglés y las traduce al español manteniendo que son sus obras originales. Hay pruebas decisivas de que plagió al menos a otro autor, @littlesponge-fics. Sponge le pidió que quitara el fic plagiado, lo cual hizo, junto con todos los demás ficciones de Lía (que no le pedimos).

Había escrito este documento recopilando evidencia, pero cuando aparecieron los fics, pensamos que la situación estaba resuelta y no vimos la necesidad de publicarlo.

Sin embargo, desde entonces nos hemos dado cuenta de que Angry_popcorn ha estado publicando en su pestaña de comunidad alegando que Lía está siendo intimidada por ficciones con "temas similares". Parecen dar a entender que Sponge y yo somos quienes acosamos. Otros en su pestaña de comunidad han dicho que alguien les está enviando el fic plagiado y que no se parece en nada.

Como las cosas parecen estar llegando a una especie de punto de ebullición por allá, queremos aprovechar esta oportunidad para aclarar cómo sabemos que se ha producido plagio palabra por palabra y brindar un registro completo de nuestro contacto con Lía para mayor transparencia.

Lea atentamente y, una vez más, no envíe ningún odio a este autor.

[chicinsilk]

L'Art et la mode Octobre-Novembre 1956

"Jolie Madame de France"

Pierre Balmain Haute Couture Collection Fall/Winter 1956-57. Barbara Cailleux wears an immense coat in dark red velvet, with sleeves hemmed in mink over a ceremonial dress. A satin drape of the same tone adorns the bodice and is held in place by a velvet tab.

Pierre Balmain Collection Haute Couture Automne/Hiver 1956-57. Barbara Cailleux porte un immense manteau en velours rouge sombre, aux manches largement ourlées de vison sur une robe d'apparat. Un drapé en satin du même ton orne le corselet et est maintenu par une patte de velours.

Photo Georges Saad

[andromeda-estrelar]

My first drawing using a color palette!

¡Mi primer dibujo con paleta de colores!

AU now has a Hashtag! (Just check it out in the hashtags tab)

¡AU ahora tiene un Hashtag! (Compruébalo en la pestaña de hashtags)

[thecodecoven]

#00. Estaciones | Cronología

El quinto código para el codember2023 de @elalmacen-rp es una cronología hecha para un foro privado. Como verán, muy ad hoc a la temática, la cronología se divide en estaciones.

Quizá en un futuro hagamos un revamp o tomemos la estructura para algo completamente nuevo que podamos ofrecerles. ✨

🎄 🎁 ✨ FELIZ NAVIDAD ✨ 🎁 🎄

Sin más, les dejamos algunas instrucciones pero recuerden que si tienen alguna duda o problema, pueden enviarnos un ask para ayudarles.

Busca la parte que dice XXXtab-1 en la parte de input y label. Cambia las XXX por las iniciales de tu pj o lo que tú quieras. Esto se tiene que hacer en todas y cada una de las pestañas.

Fíjate que también tiene un número al final XXXtab-1. Este número debe cambiar en cada pestaña. Si agregas más pestañas, asegúrate de ir cambiando los números también.

Cada label tiene una clase tab seguida de un número: uno, dos, tres y cuatro. Asegúrate de cambiar la clase de acuerdo al número que deseas que se muestre a un lado del botón de cada pestaña. Si deseas cambiar la numeración o aumentarla, envíanos un ask para ayudarte.

Agregamos una variable para cambiar el ancho de la tablilla, la encontrarás como --ancho: 100%. Recomendamos que el mínimo sea de 400px pues menos de eso, los elementos se verán apretujados.

En el CSS al final del código encontrarás que puedes modificar los elementos .a:before y .c:before. Estos son los iconos para señalar que un tema está abierto (clase a) o cerrado (clase c). Nosotros usamos Cappuccicons, pero puedes usar los que desees. Cambia la font-family y después el unicode de tu icono. No dudes en preguntar si necesitas ayuda.

Como siempre, les recordamos las reglas:

i. No retires los créditos, por favor. ii. Los colores, fuentes, imágenes (backgrounds) son modificables. iii. No cambies la estructura o uses como base. iv. Si tienes dudas o necesitas soporte con los códigos, no dudes en enviarnos un mensaje. v. Like/reblog si la utilizas, nos ayudaría mucho ♥︎ vi. ¡Disfrútalos! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ～:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

Y ahora sí, puedes encontrar el código en pastebin, sólo da click en el enlace. ✨

[necromancercoding]

CÓDIGO #131 | Keeping tabs.

LIVE PREVIEW & DOWNLOAD.

♦ Sexto prompt del Codember 2023 (Database) de @elalmacen-rp. Traigo una tablilla 'base' (aka, el CSS es sólo de ejemplo, la idea es que lo modifiquéis para que se ajuste a vuestro diseño) para contener todos los registros en una sola tabla. Tiene 6 pestañas por defecto, pero se pueden añadir más (instrucciones bajo el cut). Puedes alfabetizar cada columna haciendo click en su nombre. ♦ Esta es una tablilla pensada para administradores, pues tiene JS. Las pestañas y la alfabetización no funcionarán si no tienes acceso al PA para poner el JS. ♦ Puedes usar esta tablilla como base, está pensada para que podáis modificarla a gusto. Eso sí, porfaplis, poned los créditos en vuestra caja habitual. ♦ Todos los colores y fuentes son modificables. Si no sabéis cambiar algo, preguntadme por ask y os echaré una mano.

El JS debe estar marcado para Todas las páginas. Puedes tener el CSS directamente en tu panel o de forma externa en tu overall_header, antes de </head>.

Debes agregar una caja de texto ([role="text"]) por cada columna; si una tab no tiene una caja de reglas, simplemente mostrará las normas generales (que siempre irán marcadas por [data-tab="general"]). Las data-tab deben de ser únicas para cada columna, como puedes ver en el ejemplo, y las comparten en las cajas de texto ([role="text"], en las tabs (<span> dentro de [role="tabs"]) y las diferentes columnas dentro de [role="table-head"] y [role="user"].

IMPORTANTE: Si un usuario no aplica para una columna (supongamos, siguiendo el ejemplo, que uno de ellos no tiene vivienda), incluye igualmente el <b> en su sitio correspondiente. Puedes poner - o N/A o algo similar, pero no borres el <b> o se te descuadrará toda la tabla. También recomiendo mantener cierta 'gramática' en las columnas del mismo tipo, para que la alfabetización sea más útil (por ejemplo, no pongas 6º curso y luego pongas en otro Sexto curso).

PARA AGREGAR NUEVAS PESTAÑAS: Como se explica en el primer punto, cada pestaña debe tener sus columnas, su botón y su caja de reglas. Por lo que tendrás que agregar una caja de texto:

<div role="text" data-tab="sangre">Normas de pureza de sangre.</div>

Una pestaña:

<span data-tab="sangre">Sangre</span>

Y columnas:

<div role="table-head"> <b data-tab="general">Usuario</span> [--resto de columnas--] <b data-tab="sangre">Sangre</b> </div> <div role="user"> <b data-tab="general"><a href="#" style="color:#8a4343;">Alexandre E. Baldi</a></span> [--resto de columnas--] <b data-tab="sangre">Mestizo</b> </div>

[nordleuchten]

A Guide to La Fayette’s Papers: The Archives of Seine-et-Marne

I truly love French archives and have never been disappointed by a French archive in matters of digitalization and accessibility – but I also think that some of them are not, let’s say intuitive to navigate. When it comes to the La Fayette family, the Archieves of Seine-et-Marne are important because there the material from Courpalay is stored. Courpalay is where the family’s residence La Grange is located. Especially when we look at the generation of La Fayette’s and Adrienne’s grandchildren, many of the official documents concerning births, baptisms, marriages and deaths are to be found there.

Allow me to give you a little tour through the archival system based on the example of Adrienne Jenny Florimonde de la Tour Maubourg’s birth certificate. (I was debating for some time if this post is really needed or if I was going to make a joke of myself by explaining something that is entirely obvious to everyone.)

We start in the homepage of the Archives départementales de Seine-et-Marne. We click on the header Archives en Ligne.

Then we chose État civil.

Next, we scroll down a bit and click on the link that will lead us to the actual archives.

Since in this scenario we are looking for Courpalay we chose the letter C

And then we scroll down, Courpalay is rather at the end.

The archives are organized by date. We can enter an interval, all documents from 1811 to 1813 for example.

We can also just set a date to start or end with.

Jenny was born in 1812 and we can therefor enter the desired year directly.

We are now shown the results. It is the easiest if we know the archival number. In the case of Jenny it is the file with the code 5MI2967.

Clicking on this little camera symbol leads you to the scanned documents.

If we found what we were looking for, we can make a copy of the whole page

or mark just the bits that interest us.

Once we are done with our research, we can close all your tabs and click on the button with little basket in the upper right corner. Here we can see all the pictures we took.

We can now, delete the ones we do not any longer want or change their order. After that we can convert them into a PDF file.

Et voilà! We have our research results beautifully saved as a PDF file.

Happy researching!

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 42, 17 octobre 1896, Paris. Nos patrons découpés (Grandeur naturelle). Costume tailleur, corsage et jupe. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Détails et explication des patrons découpés:

(1.) Jupe. (Skirt.)

Ce patron se compose de quatre parties: (This pattern consists of four parts:)

No. 1. — Le devant, coupé double, droit fil au milieu, sans couture. (The front, cut double, straight grain in the middle, without seam.)

No. 2. — Le premier lé de côté, se rattachant au devant par un cran droit, fil du côté du devant. (The first side strip, attached to the front by a straight notch, grain on the side of the front.)

No. 3. — Le deuxième lé, que l'on coupe également double; deux crans indiquent le raccord au premier côté; la partie où sont placés les deux crans est droit fil; l'autre partie, se rattachant au lé du dos, est en biais. (The second strip, which is also cut double; two notches indicate the connection to the first side; the part where the two notches are placed is straight grain; the other part, attached to the back strip, is on the bias.)

No. 4. — Le lé du dos, se coupant double, droit fil au milieu, se rattache au deuxième lé de côté par trois crans. (The back strip, cut double, straight grain in the middle, is attached to the second side strip by three notches.)

Métrage: Pour la jupe, 4 mètres tissu grande largeur.

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(2.) Corsage. (Bodice.)

No. 1. — Le devant, coupé ouvert et ajusté par une pince. (The front, cut open and fitted with a dart.)

No. 3. — Le premier côté, se rattachant au devant par un cran. (The first side, attached to the front by a notch.)

No. 4. — Le deuxième côté, formant patte dans le bas; deux crans indiquent le raccord au premier côté. (The second side, forming a tab at the bottom; two notches indicate the connection to the first side.)

No. 2. — Le dos, fermant au milieu. (The back, closing in the middle.)

No. 5. — Le col-revers; un cran indique le raccord au devant. (The lapel collar; one notch indicates the connection to the front.)

Ce corsage est donné sans la manche. Nous prions nos lectrices de se reporter aux manches déjà données. (This bodice is given without the sleeve. We ask our readers to refer to the sleeves already given.)

Métrage: Pour la veste, y compris la manche, 1m,50 tissu grande largeur.

Ce costume se fait en lainage épais: cachemire, drap, vigogne uni. Le corsage forme veste légèrement arrondie, s'ouvrant sur chemisette. Le patron du corsage se compose de cinq morceaux.

This costume is made of thick wool: cashmere, cloth, plain vicuna. The bodice forms a slightly rounded jacket, opening onto a shirt. The pattern for the bodice is made up of five pieces.

[toxicsquad]

[Eng/Esp] The twelfth chapter is now officially available / El duodécimo episodio está oficialmente disponible

The king of hell himself has arrived on earth and you are unaware of his intentions. You look to your friends for support and realise that they all seem to have divided loyalties. What will you decide to do to deal with this situation?

This episode also includes a decoration mini-game which can be found in the ‘extras’ tab. These changes will be reflected throughout your adventure.

New episode update:

13 new sprites.

3 CGs.

2 new backgrounds.

2 new objetcs.

Decoration mini-game.

Other implementations and improvements:

CG Ariel improvement episode 11.1

CG Pin bug episode 11.1

Bug with sprites episode 9.2

Typo in English interior menus

Object modification (plant) 11.2

Complete Pin Fusion Expressions (11.1)

Room demons episode 11.1

Integrated customisable MC room backgrounds from episode 1-12.1.

English translation changes episode 6.2.

Significant remodelling in the extras tab.

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El mismísimo rey del infierno ha llegado a la tierra y desconoces sus intenciones. Buscas apoyo en tus amigos y te das cuenta que todos ellos parecen tener las lealtades divididas, ¿Qué decidirás hacer para enfrentarte a esta situación?

Este episodio también incluye un minijuego de decoración que podrás encontrar en la pestaña de 'extras'. Estos cambios se verán reflejados a lo largo de tu aventura.

Actualización del nuevo episodio:

13 sprites nuevos.

3 CGs.

2 fondos nuevos.

2 Objetos nuevos.

Mini-juego de decoración.

Otras implementaciones y mejoras:

Mejora en el CG Ariel episodio 11.1

Bug CG Pin episodio 11.1

Bug con sprites episodio 9.2

Tipo en los menús interiores en inglés

Modificación objeto (planta) 11.2

Expresiones Pin fusión completas (11.1)

Habitación demonios episodio 11.1

Fondos de las habitaciones del MC customizables integrados del episodio 1-12.1.

Cambios traducción inglés episodio 6.2.

Remodelación significativa en la pestaña de extras.

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[eirinstiva]

Spill the mate tea!

It's Valentine's day and a letter has arrived from my new friend Wooster. I don't know much about him or P. G. Wodehouse, so everything is new to me. I love the illustration in the letter! Jeeves looks so elegant that I understand the first impression.

Wooster is so friendly that his letter feels like a talk with an old friend, but sometimes I couldn't understand him because English is my second language and I had to keep a tab just for a dictionary.

cheery: cheerful steep: infuse gill: breathing organ of fish. UK Stream zephyr: gentle wind, breeze law-abiding: obedient to the laws of society to sow his wild oats: to have many sexual relationships particularly when one is young boon: gift, blessing fo'c'sle of a whaler: ... ok, this is hard! 🐳

It's about people who are the essence of propriety today, but whose behaviour in the '90s would not have been tolerated in the fo'c'sle of a whaler.

Ok, I have an idea, but let's see:

Es sobre personas que son la esencia del decoro hoy en día, pero cuyo comportamiento en los años 90, no habría sido tolerado ni en un barco ballenero.

Spill the tea! I want all the details!!! If there are so many stories to fill a book with all the gossip, a cuppa won't be enough, I'll need lot of yerba mate.

Edwin was her young brother, who was spending his holidays at Easeby. He was a ferret-faced kid, whom I had disliked since birth.

Somebody of the Lestrade family, I guess...

I'm having fun even when I had to look for so many translations, so for now I'll take this quote as my experience reading this for the first time (as a non-native speaker)

All perfectly true, no doubt; but not the sort of thing to spring on a lad with a morning head.

I'll need more mate tea for the next letter, I guess.