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vidoggytv-blog · 2 years ago

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Comment organiser une soirée cinéma à l'école ?

Avant votre soirée cinéma - Choisissez un film . Sonder l' école sur le film que les gens aimeraient voir n'est pas le moyen le plus efficace, alors demandez au comité d' organisation de décider. - Choisissez une date. - Demandez une licence de site de performance publique via Movie Licensing USA. - Annoncez votre soirée cinéma . - Obtenez une copie de votre film . De même, les gens demandent, comment organisez-vous une soirée cinéma ? 5 conseils pour organiser la meilleure soirée cinéma de tous les temps - Choisissez judicieusement votre film. Votre soirée cinéma va vivre ou mourir grâce à votre sélection cinématographique. - Lisez la pièce. Même si vous avez soigneusement évalué votre public et trouvé The Perfect Choice, sachez quand changer les choses à la dernière minute. - Faire du popcorn. - Gardez-le moelleux. - Prévoyez du temps de conversation. Sachez aussi, comment organiser mon cinéma en plein air ? Les meilleurs conseils pour organiser un cinéma en plein air - Définissez vos besoins. - Choisissez un endroit impressionnant. - Choisissez une date idéale, envoyez l'invitation. - Donnez le ton avec un bon film. - Les films classiques à regarder avec des amis incluent ; - Pour les films classiques de minuit, considérez le. - Testez votre dépistage. - Bonne nourriture et boissons. Les gens demandent aussi, comment organisez-vous une collecte de fonds pour une soirée cinéma ? Voici comment organiser une soirée cinéma réussie dans votre école primaire ou secondaire : - Définissez vos objectifs de collecte de fonds. - Sélectionnez le type d'événement (intérieur/extérieur, enfants seulement/famille/quartier) - Déterminez la taille du public et sélectionnez le lieu. - Procurez-vous l'équipement. - Sélectionnez 2-3 films. - Demander une licence de film. Comment organiser une soirée cinéma avec un ami ? 5 conseils pour planifier une soirée cinéma avec des amis - Choisissez un film. C'est basique, mais mérite d'être répété de toute façon : choisissez un film. - Fais quelques recherches. J'ai lu de nombreux articles qui suggèrent que vous devriez améliorer vos soirées cinéma en inventant des jeux ou en écrivant des anecdotes intenses sur le thème du cinéma. - Avoir suffisamment de places assises. - Prenez vos collations au sérieux. - Prévoir des boissons avec et sans alcool. Comment puis-je rendre une soirée cinéma plus amusante ? Faites de la soirée cinéma le point culminant de la semaine de chacun grâce à ces conseils. 6 façons de rendre la soirée cinéma en famille plus amusante - Rendez la sélection de votre film plus excitante. - Thématiquez-le. - Faites-en un repas. - Créez le snack-bar le plus cool. - Ajoutez quelques activités. - Gardez tout le monde confortable. Comment animer un ciné-club ? 9 conseils pour démarrer un ciné-club - Commencez fort. Lorsque vous démarrez un Into Film Club, assurez-vous que votre première projection est quelque chose de frais et d'excitant. - Commercialisez votre ciné-club. - Jour de la semaine. - Rendez-le authentique. - Démarrez une démocratie! - Prix ! - Restez en contact avec Into Film. - Travaillez intelligemment, pas dur. Comment rendre la soirée cinéma en famille amusante ? 6 façons de rendre la soirée cinéma en famille amusante - Donnez-lui un thème. Les expériences immersives comme Secret Cinema font fureur ces jours-ci, mais vous n'avez pas besoin de quitter votre salon pour vous amuser. - Mettre en scène un entracte. - Préparez des collations à thème. - Créez vos propres coupons. - Installez-vous confortablement. - Inventez des activités. Comment rendre une soirée cinéma romantique ? Voici quelques conseils pour créer la soirée cinéma parfaite dans le confort de votre foyer. - 1) Installez l'ambiance. - 2) Préparez votre plateau de nourriture avec des friandises spéciales. - 3) Servez un vin mousseux frais dans un verre à vin. - 4) Choisissez le film parfait. - Dites-nous d'autres films pour une bonne soirée cinéma ! Que dois-je regarder avec des amis ? - Fou, Stupide, Amoureux. (2011) - Amis avec avantages (2011) R | 109 minutes | Comédie, romance. - Facile A (2010) PG-13 | 92 minutes | Comédie, Drame, Romance. - Rendez-vous nocturne (2010) PG-13 | 88 minutes | Comédie, Policier, Romance. - Merci d'avoir fumé (2005) - Le jour de congé de Ferris Bueller (1986) - Forrest Gump (1994) - Les Vengeurs (2012) Que dois-je apporter à une soirée cinéma ? 15 incontournables pour une incroyable soirée cinéma en famille - Couvertures chaudes et confortables. - Un oreiller amusant mais qui soutient. - Pyjama sur le thème du cinéma. - Couvertures uniques pour enfants. - Machine à pop-corn à l'ancienne. - Pop-corn Jiffy Pop à l'ancienne. - Seaux à pop-corn (pour une expérience cinématographique complète) - Pantoufles confortables. Puis-je montrer un film pour une collecte de fonds ? Vous êtes certes libre de regarder le film vous-même, mais, au-delà, vos droits sont très limités par la loi. En particulier, vous n'avez pas le droit de montrer le film au « public ». 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Top 15 des meilleurs projecteurs d'extérieur en 2020 - Tableau complet - Projecteur de cinéma maison DLP 3D Optoma HD141X 1080p. - Projecteur BenQ DLP HD 1080p (W1070) - Projecteur ViewSonic PJD5555W WXGA DLP. - Projecteur de cinéma maison DLP 3D Optoma HD26 1080p. - Epson Home Cinéma 3020 1080p. - Epson 85HD MovieMate. Combien de personnes fréquentent les cinémas éphémères ? C'est de loin le plus grand (environ 15 000 personnes ont assisté aux projections de Lawrence d'Arabie le week-end dernier) et l'exemple le plus connu d'une tendance passionnante dans le cinéma , et qui offre une alternative rafraîchissante à la fadeur du multiplex : le cinéma éphémère . . Que pouvez-vous faire avec des amis la nuit ? Choses amusantes que vous pouvez faire la nuit gratuitement - Profitez d'un concert en plein air gratuit. La plupart des villes ont des salles pour des concerts gratuits en plein air. - Organisez une soirée jeux. - Avoir une expérience de camping dans la cour. - Organisez une soirée spa entre filles. - Organisez une soirée sportive entre hommes. - Soirée film. - Assistez (ou organisez) un événement de cinéma en plein air dans le quartier. - Avoir un feu de joie. Que signifie une soirée cinéma ? Les films sont plus amusants lorsque vous avez de la compagnie pour en profiter, et une soirée cinéma est une chose simple et amusante à faire à la maison avec des amis à tout âge et avec presque tous les budgets. Une soirée cinéma avec vos amis peut être amusante et simple pour tout le monde avec un peu de planification et de préparation. Read the full article

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a-room-of-my-own · 3 years ago

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1/Habitant moi aussi ds une ville de 7000 ha depuis que j'ai commencé à travailler, je trouve la vision de nos campagnes très parisiennes justement ! J'ai vécu 15 en banlieue, fais mes études post bac à Bordeaux et suis partie ds un bled parce que je voulais bosser et être independante. Oui il faut une voiture, oui on a pas 15 theatres/cinema/bars branche à 5 minutes à pied mais désolée. Mes revenus ne permettent pas des sorties bars, resto ciné tous les soirs. La fatigue non plus.

2/maintenant je dois avouer que les sorties entre amies, boire une bière après le travail avec des collègues, pouvoir aller marcher et photographier à la bone lumière après le boulot, apercevoir des écureuils de ma fenêtre de salle de classe, est plus essentiel pour moI que le dernier film ou les musées. Cela depend vraiment des activites que l'on a et qu'on pense avoir encore dans 10 ans. Je n'ai pas de poule😉 qu'elle horreur, mais une petite cour ou je peux me poser au calme ou avec des amis

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Déjà merci à tous pour vos contributions à cette réflexion parce que je me pose plein de questions et franchement ça aide.

Quand j'ai des journées bien occupées, comme aujourd'hui où j'étais rivée à mon ordi, vivre ici ne m'apporte pas grand chose honnêtement. J'ai peu de temps en semaine pour moi, mes amis, la vie quoi et souvent le weekend je suis quand même crevée et j'ai pas l'énergie de faire 1 million de trucs.

Depuis un certain temps je pense à changer de travail parce que le mien est super prenant, mais quand je regarde les annonces à Paris c'est que des trucs similaires où il faut bosser comme une dingue, et je crains de tomber dans exactement les mêmes travers, très vite. Donc c'est un peu un dilemme, d'autant plus que j'ai déménagé y'a même pas un an.

Ce que tu dis me parle beaucoup.

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hes-writer · 4 years ago

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Behind the Curtain

Summary: harry and y/n go on a date

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, oral, male receiving (so far)

Word Count: 5163 words

A/N: this is essentially a part two to 'under the table'. currently experiencing pre-upload jitters. i’m so nervous to post this. 😬

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“Y’didn’t have to do this, love,” Harry whispered in Y/N’s ear, his green eyes admiring the golden tassels wrapped around the deep red curtains of the waiting area. His left arm encompassing around her waist, loosely playing with the fabric of her dress as they waited in line to speak to the person at the front desk. Soft sounds blared through the hidden speakers, caressing his ears with classical music that he surprisingly enjoyed.

Y/N rested her freshly manicured hand on his chest. Her fingertips grazed his skin through the unbuttoned material of his dress shirt. The antennas of the black butterfly resting on his tummy coming alive as Harry’s stomach fluttered. Painted lips tickled his ear with a subtle touch and lowly-whispered words, “How else am I supposed to get your cock in my mouth?” Y/N stared at him innocently, purposefully pouting her mouth as she fluttered her long eyelashes at him.

His eyes bulged from their sockets, snapping his head around their vicinity to see if anybody heard her suggestive purr. Sweet Y/N talking so dirtily to him was rare, and so Harry couldn’t help sharp breath of air he sucked in. He willed his cock to stay soft but it still gave a slight twitch in his trousers. The taut hinge of his jaw hardened as Harry pictured how such a pristine looking woman could be so naughty. God, he was so lucky to have her. “No fuckin’ way,” Harry’s voice grated against his throat. The deepness of it sends thrilling tremors up Y/N’s spine. She quickly faced the front, letting the corner of her mouth quirk up at his tortured murmur of her name. “Y/N…”

Harry sighed in frustration as his girl ignored him in favour of expectantly waiting for their turn.

“Hi, réservation pour Styles,” Y/N spoke to the waitress, eyeing him like a vulture to a prey. Harry’s mouth parted open at her accent. It seemed as though her mouth shaped itself perfectly to enunciate the words. “Oui, pour deux,” (Yes, for two)

Fuck. Did she always speak French? Why didn’t he know about this? Harry’s neurons fired rapidly, brows pinching in curiosity and throat shriveling with a rash tightness.

Her hair was slicked back into a ponytail, edges gelled to her forehead in hypnotizing swirls that he often traced with the crown of his finger. The rash juxtaposition of her body lying beside his in their shared bed, virtuously enjoying each other’s company flushing down the drain the moment her gentle hand tugged his behind the curtain of the waiting area. “Allez, Harry!” (Come on, Harry!) She said, commanding him to follow her closely.

Harry didn’t know what to expect from her tonight-- only that she planned to have him writhing in his seat as she let him enjoy the company of her warm mouth. He certainly didn’t expect the semi-private booths so close to each other, separated from prying eyes with thick duvets of velvet maroon fabric. Empty booths showcased a rectangular table with plush seats and portieres tied on the edge of the posts. While on their way to their reserved cubicle, Harry couldn’t help but notice a couple giggling amongst themselves as they exited their table. Y/N gave him a nudge, jutting her chin towards said couple with a glint in her starry eyes.

“Here’s your table,” The waitress greeted with a smile. “The curtains will be drawn closed for privacy if you please. When you’re ready to order, just press the button over here,” She acted her words, pressing her pointer to the golden button merged at the edge of the table. The button flickered twice before suspending in a light glow. “Je serai ici dès que possible,” (I’ll be here as soon as I can)

“Merci,” (Thank you) Y/N nodded in understanding, arms slipping from the confines of her coat. Harry smiled in response, helping the waitress untie the tassels from the post. As soon as the curtains fell, their booth darkened. The luminosity from the general restaurant setting being blocked out. Yellow-hued light from the fixture above their heads spread enough warmth to see each other. The electronic candle in the middle of the dark table flickering as if it was real.

“I didn’t know you could speak French,” Harry’s voice was tight as a knot, lips barely parting to let the words escape. His decorated fingers flickered through the menu distractedly, keeping an open ear to her response.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, I took classes,” She reached over to soothe her palm over his knuckles. They were bruised and purpling from the raucous punches he threw even with the cushion of the boxing gloves. “Pourquoi? Aimes-tu?” (Why? Do you like it?) Her forehead wiggled with humour, earning a chuckle from Harry at her silliness. He didn’t know much of the language but he knew enough. He could say that he liked coffee and, “Oui, je suis allé au cinema avec mes copains et ma famille,” (I went to the cinema with my friends and family)

She threw her head back laughing, starry eyes glinting like a little kid. “You always say that,” Recalling the numerous times the sentence fluidly spilled from his mouth.

He agreed, “Mhm and you never said anything! Thought I was smart until my girlfriend surprised me,” Y/N explained why she never ought to say anything to him--said that there really was no previous circumstance where she felt the need to use it. “I have no idea what you’re saying but you sound hot as fuck,”

“Il y a beaucoup de surprises ce soir,” (There are a lot of surprises tonight) The light atmosphere shifted on a more serious note. Y/N’s tongue peeked from behind her plush, painted lips like a snake slithering its body. Wetting her mouth and smearing it with an irresistible sheen that had Harry feeling dizzy. He bit his own lip, letting the plump flesh whiten with the force. Her accent is killing him. The slow drawl between syllables, the cohesiveness between words as if she considered each appellation with deliberate thought.

“So,” Harry spoke anxiously, unable to keep his body from fidgeting. Y/N hummed in response, thinning her lips inwards. “What are you thinking of getting?” He forced himself to read the options on the laminated paper.

“Something delectable,” She uttered, “savoury,” Fingers flipped to the next page, “maybe something juicy and thick,” Y/N skimmed her eyes over the edge of the log, catching a fleeting glance of Harry’s flushed cheeks. “The braised lamb shank, I think,”

His popped collar tickled the skin of his throat which bobbed with a hefty swallow. Y/N closed the menu, putting it aside so that she could rest her elbows on the table. One palm cradled her chin as she watched him practically sweat in his fancy Gucci suit.

“That sounds. . .great,” Harry felt his eyes droop away, opting to blatantly stare at his girlfriends’ cleavage. Despite the shadow from her forearms, he could still see the crest of breasts, kissing the fabric of her tight dress.

“Yeah? En veux-tu?” (You want some?) Y/N’s heady sigh wisping through the air. Harry salivated at the various images flickering through his head. He breathed out a “yes,” to whatever she just said.

“Really?”

Harry snapped out of his thought, shaking his skull, “I mean no--, wait maybe?”

Y/N chuckled at his keening behaviour, “Calm down, Har. I asked if you wanted some,"

He blew his reddening cheeks, an enlightened hum stemming from his throat, “Nuh uh, I can’t do that. Not when you’re practically teasing me like that,”

“Like what?”

He raised a neatly trimmed brow with the most incredulous expression on his face, “You’re kidding me,” His fingers stretched to play with his rings. Twisting the golden ‘H’ from his digit, back and forth. Y/N caught his actions, briefly letting her walls down in a moment of weakness at the sight of his long fingers doing the most mundane thing ever. “Speaking French? It does things to me, you know,”

Small, thumping noises echoed off of the hollow wood. Fingertips dancing across the surface as Y/N watched him with hooded eyes.

“Stop lookin’ at me like that!” Harry retorted, playfully raising a barrier to his sight.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,”

“ Nothing? Don’t ya’ remember what your naughty lil’ mouth said on our last date?”

Her body perked up in interest, “Hmm, the one where I go on my knees when anyone can walk in?” She bit her lips as he paused. The ring resting on his second metacarpal as he breathed in sharply, a curl flopping over his forehead. “Or having your huge cock so far down my throat that you can’t help but moan?”

“Might’ve said somethin’ about that,”

Y/N shook her head back and forth in mock disappointment, “You shouldn’t think about that stuff, Harry. Anyone can hear you over these curtains and you know very well that you can’t keep those noises in,” She rolled her eyes for effect, reaching for the complimentary glass of water.

His large hand gripped her wrist abruptly, forcing her to look up at him, “I can be quiet if I want to,” Harry gritted his teeth. His ego rubbing against rough edges at her attitude.

“Oh please, don’t make me laugh, H,” Y/N scoffed in response, “mais j'aime les sons que tu fais,” (But I love the sounds you make)

There it was again; the dip in her tone. Harry might not exactly understand what she was saying but there was no doubt in his mind that it was meant to provoke him; to turn him on. He growled deep in his throat that she barely heard it through Tchaikovsky’s movement. “So fuckin’ stubborn,”

She leaned back on the booth, crossing her arms over her chest. “Listen closely. I’m in control tonight, alright?” Y/N stared him down, watching the contemplation washing over his face. “C’est ma nuit,” (It’s my night)

“Cut the attitude, Y/N,” His breath hitched in his throat as Y/N smirked gleefully. Her leg raised to rub the bulge in his pants from under the table which Harry obviously did not expect. Y/N’s heel pressed lightly where she assumed his crotch would be, experimentally dipping the curvatures of his upper thighs. Harry gripped the edge of the table at a spark of pleasure flashing through his whole body when Y/N inconspicuously leaned over to press the button the waitress had indicated. “S-stop that,”

“I really don’t want to, daddy,” She gave him a quick smile. His bleary eyes blinking from being closed so tight--an effort to control himself.

“Y/N, I swear to--,” Harry began to murmur when the curtain slipped open. His large palm roughly grabbing her ankle at the surprise of an outsider’s presence.

“What can I get for you?” The waitresses’ pulled her notepad. The tip of the pen patiently resting on the paper.

Y/N opened her menu, sending a wink in Harry’s direction, “I’ll have the braised lamb shank please,”

The waitress nodded, moving to face her body towards Harry, simultaneously jotting down the order. Harry could feel his heart palpitating in his rib cage. Y/N’s ankle twisting every which way to get out of his vice grip.

“Et toi, sir?” (And you?)

Harry stuttered a response, suddenly forgetting what he chose to eat tonight. Did he even choose anything? Regardless, the closed menu scorned him to open it. But that would mean having to let go of his girl’s ankle. Hesitantly, he raised his hands from beneath the table, flinching the slightest bit as Y/N stretched her ankle subtly.

“I’ll have the uh--,” He pursed his lip at a sudden pressure, “The uh, same,”

“Alright, anything else I can get for you?” A questionable frown was plastered on the stranger’s face at Harry’s strange actions and stuttered speech.

“Une bouteille de rouge, s'il vous plaît” (A bottle of red, please) Y/N beamed sweetly as if she wasn’t doing anything unspoken right below the waitress’s nose.

The waitress disappeared behind the cloth, clicking her pen. Once again, Harry and Y/N were left in the semi-private booth to do as they please. Well, for Y/N to do as she pleased. She established that he wasn’t really the one in control here and he could rest his pride for the night to let his girl have her night of dominance.

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The night went on easier than Harry thought. Aside from the little fiasco in the beginning, Y/N didn’t try to surprise him with any more affectionate touches after that. He wasn’t quite sure if he was grateful or not because anything Y/N wanted to give him; he would take it.

“No! It ‘juh’ ‘m’appelle Harry’,” (My name is Harry)

He plopped a piece of seasoned meat in his mouth, creasing his forehead, “That’s what I said, innit? ‘Jeh’ m’appelle Harry, yeah?” He quirked a brow, cheek puffing as he chewed his food.

“You need to work on your accent, monsieur,” (Mister)

He hummed, “mm say that again,” What was meant to be a subtle joke incited the beginning of Y/N’s plans. She dabbed the edge of her napkin on the corners of her mouth. The glass of bubbly water simmered against the rim of the flute. Y/N stood up to sit next to him, pulling her dress down to her thighs, scooching her body against the velvet cushion seats.

“Hi there,” Harry greeted, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “What are you up to?” He whispered so quietly that he was sure--even with Y/N’s close proximity-- that she did not hear it.

“Je te veux, Harry,” (I want you) Her pointer tapped her cupid’s bow twice. Harry could feel his heartbeat quicken when her tongue appeared, resting a fingertip right in the middle. She made a show of slathering her digit with her saliva, excessively wetting it as if it were his dick. Heat rose under his clothes. There was a burning desire to run as far away from her as possible but he also wanted to melt in a puddle under her feet. “Ici,” (Here)

That he knew. The word came out muffled due to her lips puckering, cheeks hollowing with an effort from the suction of her mouth. His thumb reached up to graze her bottom lip, now loose from releasing her finger, opting to trace teasing touches on his crotch. “You want me in here?” The pad of his thumb slipped between her lips, resting the digit on her wet tongue just as she had only moments prior. “Will I let you?”

Y/N dipped her head forward, pushing his thumb deeper in her mouth, Sparks of pain lingered on his nerves as she sucked with determination. She rolled her eyes at his question, obviously forgetting who was in charge here, “I’ll take what’s mine,”

“Tu es à moi,” (You are mine) Harry’s hand dropped between their bodies, slumping bonelessly as she gripped his hardening length through his pants, “C'est à moi,” (This is mine) His head fell back on the padded wall, nose wheezing with a vehement sigh.

From the corners of his eye, he could see a slither between the curtains. Workers walking every which way to serve customers, guests walking to their booths. There was no way they could get out of here without being caught. As much as he hated it, Y/N was right. He was vocal in his pleasure. He wanted his partner to know how good he was feeling; always praising encouraging words and releasing quiet whimpers when it felt particularly nice.

A tug on his lower half snapped him out of his worrisome thoughts. His previously half-massed length plumping to its full potential. Blood surged through his dick, deeming his brain useless and lightheaded with excitement. “Fuck, who are you?”

Harry didn’t actually think she would go through with this. Y/N has never done anything as risque before. Except for last date’s escapade under the table where he made her cum with his tongue and fingers, forcing her to stay quiet as he got his cheeks wet.

He breathed in a sigh of relief when the button on his trousers popped open. The zipper followed soon enough. The underside of his dick pushed the metal hinge down. The fabric of his boxers stained with blurts of pre-cum, darkening the grey material with a sticky liquid that Y/N couldn’t wait to have on her tongue. Y/N stared at it with awe while Harry merely panted in disbelief. “Tu es si dur,” (You are so hard)

Harry lifted his hips to allow Y/N to slide his trousers and underwear past his bum. “Huh?” He mumbled, scooting to make room for Y/N as she bent at the hip, still sitting on the seat. Y/N looked into his hazy eyes, too delirious to connect like-sounding words together and translating it; not when her warm palm touched his hard, velvet skin.

“You’re so hard,” She dotted her thumb on the leaking slit, swirling the pad in circles to collect more moisture before swiping her digit towards the crown where the head met the shaft. He was most sensitive in that area and it clearly showed when the slightest graze caused him to shiver and garble out a relieved groan. “Soyez silencieux,” (Be quiet)

Harry glared at her, trying to shake the spots in his vision, “I can be quiet,”

His words fell on deaf ears as Y/N proceeded to wrap the rest of her fingers, one by one, around his girth. Each touch was like a shot of electricity frying his nerves. A moan rumbled deep in his chest, barely able to stop it with a clamp of his mouth.

Y/N chuckled, sticking her tongue to saturate her taste buds with his musky flavour, “Sure, you ca--,” Her words were cut off with an appreciative hum. The vibrations rattled his senses. Paired with the noises she was making, the visual of her kitten licking the pool of pre-cum on his tip, her fingers massaging his engorged dick, and God forbid she stared up at him with hooded eyes like she was the one receiving immense amounts of pleasure.

“Are ya’ comfortable, bunny?” Harry asked, noting the way she looked awkwardly bending to reach his middle. She shook her head just as the heat of her mouth encompassed the head, almost distracting him from his initial question. “Up ya’ go, c’mon,” He muttered. His dick pointed straight to the dim ceiling, jolting every which way as he made more room for her to sit and lay down. She shifted her body, ducking her head nearly under the edge of the table. Her cheek rested on his ferns while he palmed her ass with the way she laid. “How’s that?”

“Meilleur,” (Better)

“Good,” Harry replied. Y/N’s heart fluttered at his sweetness. She nearly had his cock tucked inside the confines of her mouth yet he put her first. He definitely deserves something special for that.

She maneuvered his dick to level with her hungry mouth. Like she did with her finger, Y/N lathed her tongue over the prominent veins decorating his length, insistently pressing her wet muscle against it. Every time she did something she absolutely knew would result in a groan on his end, Harry’s clenched fists gripped her ponytail tighter and dug his fingers on the soft flesh of her bum.

At least he wasn’t making any noise.

Slurping noises filled the booth as Y/N relaxed her mouth, head bobbing back and forth. It irritated her cheek to have his course pubic hair scratching her skin but it was the least of her worries. Harry tried to keep an open gaze shifting between Y/N mouthing at his dick to the gap in the curtain. His heart skipped a beat every time someone appeared to be walking in their direction but then turned away at the last minute. Except a familiar waitress seemed to be walking directly over to them. She was only metres away and Harry wondered if it was worth the embarrassment to feel Y/N’s heavenly mouth for a few more seconds.

“Baby, get up. Someone’s coming,” Harry reached over to grab Y/N’s discarded coat, placing it over his exposed dick and hissing when the fabric touched his sensitive tip. Y/N sat up from her half-sitting position, using her thumb to wipe the rims of her mouth, catching the suspicious stickiness, suckling at the skin and appearing too calm for almost getting caught.

“Here are the desserts you ordered earlier,” The waitress began, curtains waving open a second late. A tray of delectable sweets lay on the cart. Pink and pistachio green French macarons plated delicately on a small plate for them to share. Both Y/N and Harry craved merveilleux (marvellous); a light meringue cake with whipped cream and dusted chocolate shavings. It wasn’t too sweet and it was immensely creamy.

Harry blew out his blushy cheeks, stray curls falling over his forehead as his large hand palmed over his centre; the other hand pinched his lips. His dimples deepened with a slight smile as he tried to act normal.

Y/N started to thank her but stopped to clear her throat, finding that Harry’s thick length was more work than she thought, “Thank you. Merci,”

“Je te veux plus profond,” (I want you deeper) Y/N stated, eyeing Harry’s fist crumpling her coat to cover his length. He was about to ask what the fuck she just said�� but he found out exactly what she meant a moment later. Y/N tucked her calves beneath her thighs, resting her body weight on her knees under the table. She removed the coat from his lap, revealing his drippy cock.

The flat of her tongue lapped at the underside of his dick, beginning from the base where his tights balls rested snuggly--filled with cum that she wanted shooting down her throat--to the hooked skin of his frenulum, tracing the curved shape before swirling the entire head like a hurricane, ending the focus on the slick surface of his blurting, red tip before pulling off. She bowed her fingers to haul his clothing down further, bunching the fabric on his calves.

Like he did to her, Y/N used the end of her palm to force his thick thighs open, sensually rubbing the muscle. “Ow,” She looked up in concern, finding him smiling down at her, “‘M kidding it didn’t hurt,”

Y/N scoffed, cradling his balls and giving it a harsher squeeze to reprimand him. “Se comporter,” (Behave) He appeared to understand the message.

She left her hand to handle his balls, gently rolling each of them in his sack. Y/N gripped his dick in a way that allowed her to sink lower to press a lingering kiss to the middle of his sack. The unusual spot sent alarming signals to Harry. However, at this point, everything felt like heaven on earth. All he wanted was to release his usual appreciative groan when Y/N took it upon herself to suck on each ball, releasing sparks of pleasure up the length of his dick. Her hand moved to the thick base to hold him steady, alternating the pressure of her fingers around him.

“Bon garçon,” (Good boy) Y/N praised, noticing the way the flesh of his bottom lip was stained white from his baring teeth. She engulfed him in her mouth, shearing half of his length from sight. He breathed harshly, feeling the smooth walls of her mouth caressing his hot skin. Her tongue added stimulation on the underside with dipping, upward licks while the other side rubbed against the ridges of the roof of her mouth. The varying degrees of pressure sent Harry into overdrive.

What did she say? Good boy, wasn’t it? Harry cursed his curious mind from focusing on something aside from the feeling between his legs.

“Yes, I’m a good boy,” He whimpered through a pursed mouth, heavy pants escaping his heaving chest as he slumped lower in his seat. The tip of his dick prodded her throat, producing a choking sound from Y/N and had Harry thumping his fist on the table, clattering the contents.

Throughout his relationship, Y/N had never let his cock past where she was comfortable taking him. The absolute rush he felt from his neurotic tip dipping in what he can describe as the wettest, tightest and warmest place he had ever felt was almost enough to let his ego go and ruin his vocal cords.

“Good boys deserve a reward, right?” Y/N mumbled through his tumescent head, letting the fold of her lips rub his pink tip. She looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, resting her cheek on his quivering knee. “Pass me my glass, please,”

Harry chuckled at her request, sitting up a little so that he could reach across the table for her glass of water. Y/N waited for the inevitable jutting of Harry’s hips as he moved forward, widening her mouth to accommodate his thick length down her throat. She gagged from the intrusion, feeling the head of his cock hitting her pharynx.

“God, fuck!” Harry groaned, hand swiftly gripping her tied hair, holding her position. His elbow rested on the table, resting his forehead on his forearm. The fabric of his dress shirt bunched when his abdominal muscles clenched. She has never taken him all the way before. He clutched the edge of the booth when she pulled off. The cool air hitting his wet cock.

“Droit?” (Right?)

Harry nodded desperately, willing his hips to stick to the chair. “Can you do it again? Please, Y/N. I’m so close,”

Y/N observed his body as much as she could. The lulled lids draping over his hazy eyes; most likely blinking out the white spots from his vision. His coloured lips were glossy with arousal. The apples of his cheeks were stamped a blush red. Sometimes his cheek bulged with the pressing of his tongue in quiet desperation, gazing down at her with admiration planted in his eyes. Other times she looked up; his cheeks were hollowed as he sucked in a deep breath, head tilted backwards with eyes stamped shut.

“Tu es proche?” (You’re close?) Y/N didn’t need an answer. She could tell from the tensing muscles of his thigh. Harry’s knees trying to knock together and the quivering of his hipbones underneath her thumbs, holding him down.

“Oui, proche,” (Yes, close) He mumbled repeatedly, hoping that what he said and what he wished for was the same thing.

Y/N hummed in response, choosing not to answer verbally. Instead, she relaxed her mouth, widening her lips to wrap around his head, massaging the girth until she reached the base. She breathed deeply through her nose, loosening her throat to ease his cock further. Spit dribbled from the corners of her mouth, slick saliva leaving his length wet and warm. She came up with a gasp before engulfing him back inside.

Muted moans were released in the air. Harry’s worries of getting caught were placed at the back burner of his mind. Not when his girl had a mouthful of his cock down her throat; granting him with so much pleasure that only she could give. His eyes rounded when her soft hand-rolled his balls a couple of times. She moaned at the sole feeling of Harry’s fingers digging in her scalp to keep her close while simultaneously lifting his hips the slightest bit to force his cock deeper. Silent constrictions of her throat against his dick filled his ears, choking noises echoed in the booth as Y/N bobbed her head up and down.

It had only been a few minutes when Harry’s low drawl of “I’m coming, baby,”. His voice was tight, tone dropping a few octaves as his tip prodded her throat a few more times. The burning in his lower stomach grew bigger as the pleasure mounted on top of each other, leading him to his inevitable release. Y/N could feel his length swell in her mouth, her palm felt his balls pulsating as it prepared to shoot white streaks in her mouth. She briskly pulled away, emitting a tortured whine from Harry, making grabby hands at every part of her.

Harry’s tip weighted on her tongue, making a show of swirling her organ on his frenulum. His lulled eyes pinched together, mouthing a ‘fuck me’ before repeating his hushed chants of “I��m coming”.

And he did! He could barely keep his head stable on his shoulders, opting to thud against the wall as streaks of white shot the expanse of his dick, painting her tongue with his huge load. Y/N continued to squeeze his balls lightly while the other pumped his base. Harry’s stomach caved in, tensing every part of his body until relaxation took over. Harry watched as Y/N tugged his pants upwards, gently asking him to lift his hips up so that he could pull it over his bum. She carefully slipped his softening length back in his boxers, zipping his trousers carefully and popping his button.

His breathing was calm when she came up from underneath with the brightest smile plastered on her face. She kissed him with passion. And he retaliated with the same fervour despite the lethargic feeling in his limbs, his hands cupping her face tenderly as they both smiled into the kiss. Y/N pulled away first, lifting a hand to stroke his clammy forehead, brushing away the stubborn curls.

“Est-tu bon?”(Are you good?) She asked, staring him with so much love in her eyes. She rested the rim of her glass against her lips.

“Are you kidding me? I’m more than good,” Harry praised, sighing nostalgically at what occurred a few minutes ago. He shivered at the thought of her throat stuffed with his cock which gave a twitch in his pants. “I reckon I could go again in a bit,”

Y/N fixed her hair, looking at her reflection through the shiny silverware to make sure that she appeared presentable, “Just wait till’ we get home,” She reached over to press the golden button with the intention of acquiring the bill, settling it and leaving in the comfort of their vehicle.

“Wha’ d’ya mean?” Harry drew his brows together in interest. Her nonchalant statement leading him to conclude that she had more tricks up her sleeve. She reached over his lap to grab her coat, purposefully brushing her wrist against the newly formed bulge in his pants.

She winked in return, “Patience, mon amour,”

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sorry for any errors! feel free to correct me :)

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coton-des-mers · 5 years ago

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Ça fait longtemps que je n'ai pas posté. Mon moral était très lunatique ces derniers temps.

J'ai passée un super week-end. j'ai réalisé pleins de choses que je voulais faire depuis des mois.

J'ai enfin fais mon premier shampooing solide, fais des bougies, allée au cinema voir un film d'horreur, me promener au parc. Ça m'a fait tellement de bien.

Hier je me suis sentis belle, ça n'arrive pas assez souvent ces dernier temps.

Voilà je me sent bien et j'ai trop hâte que la nouvelle lune arrive ⭐

(La troisième photo c'est un dessin qui vient d'une expo que j'ai vue à Tours pendants les vacances, l'artiste s'appelle Massinissa Selmani).

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c-kaeru · 6 years ago

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About the your country answer them all I'm curious ÒWÓ

WOAH DUDE OKAY LMAO

1. favourite place in your country?

The mountains !! (Ski stations lgdkjslngdfdh)

2. do you prefer spending your holidays in your country or travel abroad?

Abroad ? did someone say abroad ? of course I’m in duh

3. does your country have access to sea?

Yep, sea and ocean actually :p

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

noooooooooooo why u asking now I’m fucking hungry and I can think of a dozen of french meals right now mkdfjsgjlmfg I can’t choose man (okay Imma tell raclette this time)

5. favourite song in your native language?

Answered !

6. most hated song in your native language?

mmmh try anything from Jul, maybe ? I don’t know what I hate, I don’t listen to current french stuff at all

7. three words from your native language that you like the most?

God I hate this kind of question. like, When no one is aksing I can think of a lot of pretty words and now, nada. sldjqkg

(I already did this question a while back and I don’t even remember what I said lmao)

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?

Well I could pass for a lot of nationalities in Europe but so far that never happens to me haha (except maybe for one time in Iceland the cashier thought we were Swedish cuz he recognised our host university sweaters)

9. which of your neighbouring countries would you like to visit most/know best?

I’m going to Italy in February, so that’s one off my bucket list…But tbh I’d like to visit them all ( I just LIVE for travelling and learning new cultures man)

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

“Putain” :p

11. favourite native writer/poet?

Answered

12. what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem?

Mhhh never…really came across one ? :O

13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?

We’re French, so probably XD But I can’t think of a specific one right now OH YES WAIT

LA BISE (aka when we kiss on the cheeks to greet ppl) I think we’re like one of the rare countries to do it so often and between us ? I HATE IT

14. do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV?

I’m gonna let this talk by itself

(I’m so not sorry)

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

“Mais, vous savez, moi je ne crois pasqu'il y ait de bonne ou de mauvaise situation.Moi, si je devais résumer ma vie aujourd'hui avec vous,je dirais que c'est d'abord des rencontres,Des gens qui m'ont tendu la main,peut-être à un moment où je ne pouvais pas, où j'étais seul chez moi.Et c'est assez curieux de se dire que les hasards,les rencontres forgent une destinée…Parce que quand on a le goût de la chose,quand on a le goût de la chose bien faite,Le beau geste, parfois on ne trouve pas l'interlocuteur en face,je dirais, le miroir qui vous aide à avancer.Alors ce n'est pas mon cas, comme je le disais là,puisque moi au contraire, j'ai pu ;Et je dis merci à la vie, je lui dis merci,je chante la vie, je danse la vie… Je ne suis qu'amour!Et finalement, quand beaucoup de gens aujourd'hui me disent :“Mais comment fais-tu pour avoir cette humanité ?”,Eh bien je leur réponds très simplement,je leur dis que c'est ce goût de l'amour,Ce goût donc qui m'a poussé aujourd'huià entreprendre une construction mécanique,Mais demain, qui sait, peut-être simplementà me mettre au service de la communauté,à faire le don, le don de soi…”

(Again, I’m so sorry) (this is from the movie the gif is from btw)

( @gouinetteparletrop tmtc XD)

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?

I know there’s a lot of stereotypes about us but uh…I can’t think of one now :o

17. are you interested in your country’s history?

Yes !

18. do you speak with a dialect of your native language?

Unfortunately not, most dialects are kinda dead or only spoken very rarely by very few ppl

19. do you like your country’s flag and/or emblem? what about the national anthem?

Well yeah, I have nothing against my flag hahahah and our national anthem ? boy it’s badass and bloody I love it :’) (always give me the chills)

20. which sport is The Sport in your country?

Football, unfortunately (The soccer one, not the Amercian football)

21. if you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be?

Our government, and this fucking car

22. what makes you proud about your country? what makes you ashamed?

Da food, of course, and our spirit too…and all the rest I’m not really proud of hahaha

23. which alcoholic beverage is the favoured one in your country?

Why are you asking this to me, a french person

24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country?

um…Belgium, I think XD

25. would you like to come from another place, be born in another country?

Sometimes yes, sometimes no. I still like travelling so I don’t think that would change anything and I’m so glad I wasn’t born in an English speaking country. Like SO GLAD man. Otherwise…Yes actually, I often wish I was born in a cold northern country in Scandinavia ;w;

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?

HAHAHAHA OMG I think France is always represented as super Fancy, and oh. The Paris thing. don’t get me sarted on this. Apparently, France is reduced to a single city when it comes to American/foreign media X)

27. favourite national celebrity?

Can’t think of one X)

28. does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? do you have favourites?

Mountains man. Mountains (tho we have a quite wide range of different landscapes)

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

I don’t think so hahaha

30. do you have people of different nationalities in your family?

Well my great grandmother (my mom’s mom’s mom XD) is Italian, but otherwise I’m like, 99.999% French :’) )

Boy thanks for asking I had so much fun with these XD

#about me #french stuff #kaeru answers #ask game

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bibittethefreak-blog · 6 years ago

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Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy

“I'd like for you and I to go romancing. Say the word, your wish is my command”

J’aimerais bien te le faire savoir, te faire comprendre l’effet que tu me fais. Que tu sache que mon corps se reveille dès que tu m’adresse la moindre attention. J’aimerais que tu comprenne que j’attends dans mon coin que tu vienne vers moi pour me prendre par la main et me dire “ je te veux pour ce soir”. Je voudrais avoir le courage de te le dire mais l’ombre à toujours été ma meilleure amie. J’attends un signe qui me montrerais que je ne suis pas seule. Que toi aussi le sang te monte à la tête quand tu pense à moi.

Mais j’ai bien trop peur de tout gâcher. J’ai bien trop peur de m’être fait un cinema et d’avoir imaginé tes yeux sur moi. J’ai peur comme toujours, et je vais peut-être encore passer à coté de quelque chose, comme toujours.

Mais si mon courage se muselle, mes mots sont la pour t’écrire que j’aime ton sourire, tes yeux brillants, ton assurance et ton humour. L’anonymat me sert bien pour l’instant mais je ne peux te cacher que j’aimerais que tu tombe sur cette missive par pure hasard un jour et que si l’envie te prends, je t’attends.

Et moi, en attendant, je vais continuer de rêver à toi secrètement et te regarder discrètement comme un enfant qui fait un mauvais coup.

“Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine precisely. I will pay the bill, you taste the wine”

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dragonfumeux · 7 years ago

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YO TOUT LE MONDE!

Je publie vraiment pas souvent c’est fou! Bon et bien voilà un des dossiers graphique que j’ai réalisé en MàNAA pour les entretiens pour les écoles d’art (Animation et Illustration).

Je me rappelle d’avoir eu besoin d’aide pour la mise en page et tout! J’ai trouvé des exemples sympa en cherchant ici sur tumblr. Du coup j’me suis dit pourquoi pas montrer ce que j’ai fais moi aussi pour aider ceux dans le besoin pour les années à venir!

J’ai été prise à Estienne en Cinema d’Animation et vous ? :D

#DMA #cinema d'animation #dossier graphique #exemple #Observation #obs #animaux #imagination #character design #BD #ambiance #pop up #avatar pop up #alien pop up #starwars #star wars pop up

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shinshun-chanson-show · 6 years ago

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＠Tous les visages de l'amour　忘れじの面影（She）

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpHogdYC7-0

シャルル・アズナブールの有名曲を、フランス語でイルヴォーロが歌っている。彼らは行く先々のコンサートで、現地語で歌ったり話したりすることを心がけている。発音も悪くない。

The famous song of Charles Aznavour is sung by Il Volo.

They sing songs with language of the place of concert.

Their accent are not bad.

この歌の題名は「愛のすべての顔」という意味で、恋人にいろんな魅力を感じる男の気持ちを歌っている。この歌の英語版はイギリスのTVドラマや映画で使われ、他の歌手も歌っている。

The title means “ever face of love”, and it is a song of a man who is enchanted by his lover’s many aspects.

This song was sung in English, which was used for TV drama and cinema in UK.

歌詞と意味

Toi, par tes mille et un attraits

Je ne sais jamais qui tu es

Tu changes si souvent de visage et d’aspect

Toi quelque soit ton âge et ton nom

Tu es un ange ou le démon

Quand pour moi tu prends tour à tour

Tous les visages de l’amour

君のその１００１もの魅力から

私は君が誰なのかわからない

君は始終顔や雰囲気を変える

君が何歳だろうと名前が何だろうと

君は天使で悪魔

私にとって　君は次々と変える

愛のすべての顔を

Toi, si Dieu ne t’avait modelé

Il m’aurait fallu te créer

Pour donner à ma vie sa raison d’exister

Toi qui est ma joie et mon tourment

Tantôt femme et tantôt enfant

Tu offres à mon cœur chaque jour

Tous les visages de l’amour

君を　もし神がモデルにしたのでなければ

ぼくが君を創り出さなければ

私の人生の存在理由を与えるために

君は私の喜びで苦しみ

時には女　時には子供

君は毎日私に心をくれる

愛のすべての顔で

Moi, je suis le feu qui grandit ou qui meure

Je suis le vent qui rugit ou qui pleure

Je suis la force ou la faiblesse

Moi, je pourrais défier le ciel et l’enfer

Je pourrais dompter la terre et la mer

Et réinventer la jeunesse

私は燃えて消える炎

私はうなり叫ぶ風

私は強さ　そして弱さ

私は天国も地獄も拒絶できる

大地も海も飼いならせる

そして若さを再発明する

Toi, viens fais moi ce que tu veux

Un homme heureux ou malheureux

Un mot de toi je suis poussière ou je suis Dieu

Toi, sois mon espoir, sois mon destin

J’ai si peur de mes lendemains

Montre à mon âme sans secours

Tous les visages de l’amour

Toi!,les visages de l’amour

君は　望むことをするために私のところにおいで

幸福な　それとも不幸な男だ

君の一言で　私はごみにも神にもなる

君は私の望み　私の運命

私は自分の明日が怖い

救いのない私の魂に見せて

愛のすべての顔を

君は愛のすべての顔だ

#charles aznavour #Il volo

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prototypage · 4 years ago

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Je lui ai proposé de lui faire des maquettes, c'est-à-dire ce que j'appelle des musiques en carton, que je fais à l'ordinateur avec des samples et des sons fixes d'instrument

Source : cette émission sur la musique de film, vers 10min

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modernkarina · 4 years ago

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𝟏𝟎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 1- the way you’re the most loyal person, je pourrais te confier ma vie sans avoir le moindre regret, did I share too much? No absolutely not, too much is never enough with you 2- ton humour, you’re the shadiest yet the funniest person ever, il me suffit d’un seul appel pour oublier tous mes problèmes n’avons nous pas remarqué? meme en ayant recu les plus gros problèmes, je pourrais etre inconsolable t’arriveras toujours mais toujours a me mettre de bonne humeur 3- you don’t judge…well at least not me! je pourrais faire les pires conneries, les pires choix de vie, tu comprendras toujours, je pleure pour un gars qui ne mérite surement pas mon temps, u’re okay with that, je brise le cœur de quelqu’un parce que je suis quelqu’un de maladroit, u’re okay with that too, j’agis de manière impulsive, you get that too 4- the way you just are a life savior, you know when things are not right even though I stay silent and you just manage to get me out of my blackhole, just like that u’re kinda my hero girl 5- devrais-je mentioner tes gouts musicaux? Obviously! From lana del rey to stromae to sheryfa luna to diams et vitaa and to Mohamed ramadan real quick 6- the way you’re just so smart? And one of the most cultured women I’ve met?? U’re cinema smart, fashion smart, music smart, open minded, art smart, everything’s smart when we look at you?? 7- u’re one of the most interesting people ever?? Je pourrais discuter des heures avec toi pour tout et n’importe quoi and never get bored cause your brain got gold in it 8- ta manière d’aimer, when you love, you love fairly, tu donnes ton meilleur, tu travailles sur toi when needed, tu écoutes les attentes des autres malgré que tout cela soit compliqué pour ton tempérament but who cares cause you give your everything and i admire you for that 9- j’aime trop quand t’es une peste ou devrais-je citer emile zola et dire quand tu fais ta bad bitch… ? I mean as u should girl ! Go out there tell men they are trash and that they don’t deserve you! 10- and the most important of all I love you for who you are, flaws, qualities everything, remember that everything about you is just perfect to me and that’s what should matter, ma Brigitte Bardot, ma bratz favorite, ma anna karina

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vraiesmeufs · 7 years ago

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Bérénice

Blanche, 13h

J’attends Bérénice devant le mythique Moulin Rouge. C’est l’heure de manger, donc j’en profite pour aller chercher quelque chose à manger au Monoprix d’en face. Des touristes s’amusent sur une bouche d’aération au milieu de la rue. Bérénice sort du métro, il commence à pleuvoir. Elle me propose de rentrer dans un bâtiment, pour nous abriter. “C’est ici que je viens faire du théâtre depuis peu.”

“Le théâtre ça me permet d'être encore plus à l'aise avec moi-même, sur mes appuis, je maîtrise mieux mon énergie. Je ne suis pas du tout timide mais parfois je suis réservée ou dans ma bulle, je suis une fausse extravertie. Être quelqu'un d’autre pendant un certain temps, réfléchir, agir, parler, anticiper comme lui ça aide à être plus en phase, être plus instinctive. En soit, ça m'aide à mieux comprendre les humains. On fait pas mal d'impro, c'est archi drôle, un peu de scènes classiques ou modernes et on apprend la justesse de l'interprétation.”

Bérénice fait partie de cette génération de jeunes artistes . A travers ses photos, la jeune femme essaye de montrer un visage plus authentique de notre jeunesse. “J'ai commencé la photo quand j'étais en 3e. Mes parents ont acheté un bridge pour aller en vacances et j'ai pris goût à la photo à ce moment là, mais c'était plus du divertissement. Mes premiers shoots, c'était tout ce que je voyais, que je trouvais beau, et mes potes aussi. Ensuite j'ai arrêté et je me suis passionnée pour le cinéma, donc toujours dans le visuel. Il y a trois ans j'ai acheté deux argentiques en Allemagne parce que j'étais fan de Cartier Bresson, j'ai appris en deux, trois mois, et depuis je shoote avec. Je ne fais plus de numérique parce que je trouve l'argentique tellement authentique, tellement pur en ce qui concerne la photographie que j'aurais du mal à réessayer avec un reflex.”

“Je choisis mes sujets assez instinctivement, ça vient tout seul. Soit je m'inspire d'une personne, soit je m'inspire d'une ambiance, d'un mood et alors j'y ajoute les gens. J’aime quand la différence est grande entre l'environnement et la personne. Sinon les vibes des gens m'intéresse, ce qu'ils dégagent etc... Les shoots je les organise comme je peux, et je shoote rarement au même endroit plusieurs fois, et encore moins à des endroits connus. C'est toujours un peu le zbeul d'ailleurs de shooter avec moi, je trouve toujours des spots trop éloignés, bizarres ou illégaux mais c'est marrant et je reste souvent ami avec mes modèles.”

“Je ne sais pas exactement où je veux que ça me mène, en soit si je fais ça c'est d'abord pour moi, l'art c'est un exutoire, donc si je commence à calculer dès le début ça fonctionnera plus pareil. En ce moment c'est la photographie, peut être que demain ce sera la peinture, l'écriture, les films, je sais pas du tout, l'important c'est que le truc sorte. Mais pouvoir vivre de la photographie, ça me permettrait d'avoir les moyens de modéliser EXACTEMENT ce que je vois dans ma tête. Concrètement, j'aimerais que ça me mène vers des gens avec des bonnes vibes, et que ça me fasse vivre de bonnes expériences. En ce moment j'essaie de faire évoluer ma technique, et de rendre mon contenu plus subversif.

Mais Bérénice ne veut pas faire de la photo que pour la beauté des choses. La photographe est en train de réaliser un projet sur les femmes de couleurs. On comprend donc que le féminisme et en particulier le féminisme intersectionnel sont des causes qui lui tiennent à cœur. (Intersectionnalité : notion employée en sociologie et en réflexion politique, qui désigne la situation de personnes subissant simultanément plusieurs formes de domination ou de discrimination dans une société. (sexisme, islamophobie, racisme…) “L'idée principale du projet c'est donner la parole à des filles d'origines totalement sous représentées ou soumises à des stéréotypes dans les médias etc. J’aimerais qu'elles nous disent qui elles sont, ce qu'elle font, qu'elles parlent de leurs cultures, qu'on puisse les voir dans leur complexité, et qu'elles définissent elles-mêmes les enjeux de l'intersectionnalité qui les concerne.”

“Le projet c'est un projet photo-vidéo qui donne la parole à des jeunes femmes d'origines (noires, arabes, asiatiques, latinas, indigènes, métisses, etc...) concernant la place de la femme dans leurs cultures et leurs représentations, sous forme d'interview vidéos et de photos. J'ai pas de deadline pour l'instant, je prend mon temps, plein de photos et je rencontre le plus de meufs possible, et il faut que je trouve une vidéaste pour les interviews qui pourrait correspondre à ma manière de travailler et de voir les choses.”

“Travailler avec des filles c'est assez incroyable, être entourée d'énergie féminine c'est ce que je préfère, mais j'en ai pas souvent l'occasion. Concernant l'intersectionnalité on pense toutes + ou - la même chose et on en est consciente. Quasi toutes les filles que j'ai pris en photo avaient un projet à elles qui voulait faire bouger les choses etc. Elles sont fascinantes.”

L’année dernière, Bérénice est allée vivre quelques mois dans la capitale anglaise. Après un an de fac de cinéma, elle s’est rendue compte que l’Université n’était pas ce qu’elle recherchait. “Je suis allée à Londres un peu sur un coup de tête. A la fin de l'été j'avais besoin de bouger, j'étais une loque et j'étais dans une routine, y’a rien de plus ennuyant. Donc il y a eu une opportunité et je l'ai saisie.”

“Là-bas c'était incroyable. Le simple fait de ne plus respirer l'air parisien était déjà bon pour moi. Les gens sont dans un autre délire, plus ouverts, plus respectueux des autres. Il y a moins de jugement, c'est moins oppressant, mais peut être qu'une native de Londres dirait la même chose de Paris si les rôles étaient inversés. Je pense que Londres c'est le meilleur endroit pour les gens bizarres comme moi, tu n'es pas obligé de marcher droit, tu fais ce que tu veux, tu t'en fiches et les gens s'en fichent aussi. Et la ville est immense donc tu dois aussi te démerder, moi j'étais seule, quand je suis revenue j'étais beaucoup plus débrouillarde, parce que là bas tu dois trouver des combines, tu dois être dégourdie sinon tu t'en sors pas. “

“Mon meilleur souvenir, je pense que c'est quand je me suis perdue dans les quartiers la première fois. C'était cool de voir que des trucs inconnus et de pas savoir où j'étais, tout était neuf. Ça m'a obligé à être spontanée, à parler à tout le monde, à m'ouvrir. J'aimerais y retourner, tous les jours, tout le temps, ça me manque énormément.”

La conversation porte ensuite sur un de mes sujets préférés : la musique. Lorsque je lui demande ce qu’elle écoute en ce moment elle me répond : “Enormément de trucs ! En majorité y’a du rap, de toutes sortes, mais y’a aussi des artistes qui bougent jamais, genre Kid Cudi, Flatbush, Cousin Stizz, Isaiah Rashad, Staples, Lunatic, Nepal, Hamza, (j'en oublie sûrement) mais eux ils bougent jamais. Il y a aussi de l'alternatif (Radiohead, The Black Keys, Tame Impala, King Krule etc) du blues et des trucs anciens, de la soul et du reggae. Je me force aussi à écouter plus de meufs dans le rap, parce que je m'étais rendu compte que c'était pas le cas, et y’en a des vraiment chaudes, genre SZA, Little Simz, Willow Smith, IamDDB, Abra, Tommy Genesis, etc… Récemment j'ai découvert ISHA et j'aime trop ce type, il en a rien à foutre, il est grave marrant. C'est un mec de BX et je pense qu'il est là depuis longtemps donc c'est cool de voir qu'il commence à se faire connaître parce qu'il est bon.”

“La musique comme l'art c'est un truc organique, ça doit venir de l'instinct, faut pas trop penser, tant que ça touche ton âme c'est bon. Par contre je dois avouer que la manière dont on consomme la musique fait que cela arrive de moins en moins depuis ces dernières années. Je pense qu'on est dans une des périodes les plus prolifiques qui ai jamais existé et du coup il y en a pour tous les goûts musicaux, mais le revers de la médaille c'est que la quantité se fait au détriment de la qualité. Je suis pas une puriste mais ce serait bien qu'on recommence à attendre plus longtemps un album, pour qu'à la sortie l'écoute nous frappe musicalement. Le dernier album qui m'a fait ça c'était Passion Pain & Demon Slayin ou peut-être DAMN et les deux datent de 2016-2017.”

“Une vraie meuf pour moi c'est toutes les meufs, c'est toutes celles qui sont elles mêmes, qui font pas de compromis sur ce qu'elles sont.”

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ENGLISH VERSION (translated by Lucie)

Blanche Station, 1 pm. I’m waiting for Bérénice in front of the legendary Moulin Rouge. It’s lunch time, so I go and get something to eat at the Monoprix on the other side of the street. There are tourists having fun on a vent in the middle of the street. While Bérénice is exiting the subway, it starts to rain. She suggests taking shelter in a building. “This is where I’m taking acting classes.” “The theater allows me to be even more comfortable with myself, to stand on my own two feet, and I can better channel my energy. I am not shy at all but sometimes I can be reserved or inside my bubble, I am a false extrovert. Being someone else for a while, thinking, acting, talking, anticipating like the character helps to be more in tune, more instinctive. In itself, it helps me better understand humans. We do a lot of improvisation, it’s so funny, a few classical or modern scenes, and we learn the accuracy of interpretation.”

Bérénice belongs to this generation of young artists. Through her photos, she tries to show a more authentic face of our youth. “I started taking pictures when I was in the 9 th grade. My parents bought a bridge to go on vacation and I took a liking to photography at that time, but it was more for fun. My first photos were of things that surrounded me, things I found beautiful, and also my friends. Then I stopped and I grew fond of cinema, so it was still about the visual. Three years ago I bought two old film cameras in Germany because I was a fan of Cartier Bresson, I learned in two or three months, and since then I’m taking my pictures with them. I no longer use digital because I find that film is more authentic, and so pure when it comes to photography, that I would have a hard time coming back to a reflex.” “I choose my subjects rather instinctively, it comes naturally to me. I can be inspired by a person, or by an atmosphere, a mood, and then I put people in. I like when there is a big contrast between the background and the person. Otherwise, it’s the person’s vibes that interest me, what they give off, etc... I plan my shootings whenever I can, and I rarely shoot twice in the same location, much less in famous places. It’s always messy shooting with me, I always find spots that are too far away, too strange or even illegal, but it’s fun and I often become friends with my models.”

“I don’t know exactly where I want it to lead me, because I do it first and foremost for me, art is an outlet, so if I start calculating from the beginning, it won’t be the same. Right now, it’s photography, maybe tomorrow it will be painting, writing, filming, I don’t know, what matters is that it comes out. But being able to live off photography, it would allow me to have the means to model EXACTLY what I see in my mind. In concrete terms, I would like it to lead me to people with good vibes, and give me good life experiences. Right now I’m trying to make my technique evolve, and make my content more subversive.”

But Bérénice does not want to take pictures just for the beauty of things. The photographer is doing a project on women of colors. We now understand that feminism and in particular intersectional feminism are matters close to her heart. (Intersectionality: a concept used in sociology and political reflection, which refers to the situation of people simultaneously submitted to several forms of domination or discrimination in a society - sexism, Islamophobia, racism...). “The main idea of the project is to give a voice to girls coming from backgrounds that are totally underrepresented or submitted to stereotypes in the media etc. I would like them to tell us who they are, what they do, to talk about their cultures, so that we can see them in their complexity, and so that they themselves can define their own stakes when it comes to intersectionality.”

“The project is a photo-video project that gives the floor to young women of origins (whether they are Black, Arab, Asian, Latina, Native, Mixed-race, etc ...) to talk about the place of women in their cultures and representations, in the form of video interviews and photos. I have no deadline for now, I’m taking my time, lots of photos, I meet as many girls as possible, and I have to find a videographer for interviews who has the same work ethic and way of seeing things as me.”

“Working with girls is pretty amazing, being surrounded by feminine energy is my favorite, but it is not often the case. Regarding intersectionality, we all have more or less the same opinion, and we are aware of it. Almost all the girls I photographed had a project of their own to make things happen and so on. They are fascinating.”

Last year, Bérénice has lived in the English capital for a few months. After a year of film school, she realized that the University was not what she was looking for. “I went to London a bit on a whim. At the end of the summer I needed to move, I was a wreck, stuck in a rut, nothing is more boring. So there was an opportunity and I took it.”

“It was amazing there. Just the fact that I was no longer breathing the Parisian air was already good for me. People there have another vibe, they are more open, more respectful of others. There is less judgment, it is less oppressive, but perhaps a native Londoner would say the same thing of Paris if the roles were reversed. I think London is the best place for strange people like me, you don’t have to walk the line, you do what you want, you don’t care and people don’t care either. And the city is huge so you just have to figure it out, and I was on my own, so when I came back I was much more resourceful, because there you have to find schemes, you must be clever, otherwise you don’t make it.”

“My best memory, I think it was when I got lost in the streets the first time. It was so cool seeing all these unknown stuff and not knowing where I was, everything was new. It forced me to be spontaneous, to talk to everyone, to be more open. I would like to go back there every day, all the time, I miss it a lot.”

The conversation then focuses on one of my favorite subjects: music. When I ask her what she is listening to right now she answers, “A lot of stuff! Mostly rap, of all kinds, but there are also artists who never move, like Kid Cudi, Flatbush, Cousin Stizz, Isaiah Rashad, Staples, Lunatic, Nepal, Hamza, (I’m sure I’m forgetting some) but they never move. There is also the alternative (Radiohead, Black Keys, Tame Impala, King Krule, etc.), some blues and old stuff, soul and reggae. I also force myself to listen to more girls who rap, because I realized that I didn’t, and there are some that are really good, like SZA, Little Simz, Willow Smith, IamDDB, Abra,Tommy Genesis, etc ... Recently I discovered ISHA and I just love this guy, he doesn’t care, he’s really fun. He’s a guy from BX and I think he’s been there a long time so it’s cool to see that he’s starting to make a name for himself because he’s really good.“

“Music, like art, is an organic thing, it must come from instinct, don’t think about it too much, as long as it touches your soul, it’s good. On the other hand, I have to say that the way we consume music makes it happen less and less, in the recent years. I think we are in one of the most prolific eras ever, suddenly there is something for every musical taste, but the downside is that quantity comes at the expense of quality. I’m not a purist but it would be nice to wait longer for an album, so that when it finally comes out, listening to it strikes us musically. The last album that did this to me was Passion Pain/Demon Slayin or maybe DAMN and both are from 2016 - 2017.”

“For me, a real girl is all the girls, the ones who are themselves, who don’t compromise on what they are.”

#vraiesmeufs

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