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oreilletendue · 1 year ago
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La langue de
En matière de langue, les clichés ont vie dure. Le français ? «La langue de Molière.» L’anglais ? «La langue de Shakespeare.» Etc. Le français du Québec, là-dedans ? Première collecte pas, du tout exhaustive. En chanson : «la langue de [Félix] Leclerc» (la Presse+, 4 mai 2023); «la langue de Malajube» (la Presse+, 24 juin 2023); «la langue de Pauline Julien» (la Presse+, 2 juillet 2023); «la…
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soulthom · 2 years ago
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La complexité (différence) dérange forcément le pouvoir puisque celui-ci a peur de ce qui fait dés-ordre. Ce qu’il appelle « complexification » n’est qu’un refus de la complexion d’autrui, un refus de sa complexité. Cette ignorance et mauvaise foi est inévitablement le propre des états « célestes », de celui qui croit jouir d’une béatitude impertubable et ne peut rien tolérer, bref « Dieu » est forcément un con.
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hoofpeet · 6 months ago
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Faun parents leaving their baby behind the red ball thing at target while they get groceries inside <3
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pillowsandblorgons · 11 months ago
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trobed wedding where they do their handshake except on the second clap, abed grabs troy’s hand and yanks him in for a kiss
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deathsweetblossoms · 8 months ago
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I’m sorry but this is the fandom response to a stag being the wrong color? To Manon not looking how everyone imagined?
Okay now think about what’s going to happen when the next book is announced and it’s not an individuals preferred ship? Or when it’s a character they hate as the MC?
End of the day, this is not normal. Fandom is usually a crazy space but this is unprecedented and you really have to wonder why.
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raineandsky · 10 months ago
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#93
Inspired by this post!
Bzz!
The villain groans and rolls onto her side. It’s still dark out. Surely nothing important can be happening at this time. She’ll ignore it.
Bzzzzzzz!
Ugh. No, it can wait. No job can be that serious when the moon's still out.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
The villain leaps up and snatches her phone from the nightstand. She taps blindly at the screen and brings it to her ear with an incensed “what?”
“Bonjour, amigo,” says the voice on the other side. The other villain. The villain gave him a coffee once—and this is how he repays her endless kindness? Cruel.
“That’s two different languages, you dimwit,” the villain snaps. “What the hell is so important at” — the villain glances at the clock blinking on the table — “quarter to four in the morning?”
“Damn, is that the time?” the other villain says brightly, as if the villain just said it’s time for lunch and not the middle of the goddamn night. “Yeah, okay, look. I don’t mean to get you involved in my maniacal plans” — the villain can imagine him waving his hands rather manically as he says it — “but could you get to the old town hall in, like, half an hour?”
“What—”
“And bring some of your guys.” The other villain coughs a laugh that crackles the speaker. “Your goons, your lackeys. Whatever you call them.”
“I’ll bring a couple of my henchmen,” the villain corrects pointedly, “if you tell me what this is about.”
The other villain goes quiet for a moment. “I’ll give you half the payout if you don’t ask questions.”
Ooh. A fun little mystery and a pile of cash. The villain was never adverse to a little puzzle. “Whatever. I’ll just let [Supervillain] know I’m coming then I’ll get—”
“No!” the other villain cuts in hastily. “No, don’t tell him. It’s a, uh... a surprise.”
“A surprise,” the villain echoes flatly. “You’re an atrocious liar, you know.”
“Half the payout for no questions.”
Something to solve in her free time. “Fine. I’ll be there in an hour.”
“But I said—”
“Half the payout,” the villain drawls, “half the effort. See you in an hour.”
The other villain makes a noise that half resembles a “fine” and hangs up without another word.
The villain sits in silence for a moment, letting the night’s chill rush over her bare feet before begrudgingly hauling herself out of bed.
Half the payout for her silence. The other villain better hope the reward for this is huge.
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mayasaura · 11 months ago
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your post about Harrow thinking it’s only been 3 days since Gideon died….you know someone else famously resurrected after 3 days too…
Omg who???
Jk! I know it's ya boy Jesus. Our best girl is walking around now with her death wounds out too, just like a certain gentleman was said to do.
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stars-inthe-sky · 8 months ago
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So, hey. How did you and your family celebrate Passover when you were a kid? How about now?
My Rhode Island aunt and uncle almost always hosted a big family Seder, and it was the absolute best. A good Seder is educational, food-filled, and legit fun—it's a ritual meal that includes storytelling, singing, prayers, and a general focus on including and teaching everyone involved, regardless of age or even whether attendees are Jewish. (If ever you're invited to a friend's Seder, go! Do not bring a challah, which my actually-bar-mitzvahed brother-in-law did once as an attempt at a thoughtful host gift. We still make fun of him.)
And my uncle (the same one who officiated at my wedding, and the wedding of my other sister) may well be the greatest host/leader there is; over the years he compiled from a medley of sources what added up to his own Haggadah (basically the guidebook to the Seder—there are a million published and informal versions working off the same template, with readings and activities and interpretations that can go kid-centric or feminist or traditional or whatever). It was always just insanely fun, and warm, and joyous, with incredible food and an increasing array of baked-in, just-us traditions.
Since I went to college basically down the street from their house, and then lived just an hour away in Boston for so long, that was pretty much the heart of my and my family's celebration most years—right up until Passover 2020, at which point the pandemic negated what had been plans to travel from our new home in Illinois for it, and they also downsized and had their own kids scatter geographically and gain very little ones, so that particular tradition is at best on hiatus now.
But there are fun Seders everywhere—well, the Zoom ones of the pandemic years were a mixed bag, but we've found friends who've make a good go of it, over the years, too, if not quite as an elaborately planned out hourslong celebration as my uncle would do. When I studied abroad in Denmark, Boyfriend and I went to an Orthodox Seder that was in a mix of Danish and Hebrew, for instance—that was novel, and so much of the procedure and the Hebrew was familiar enough to follow along.
Still working on exactly where we'll be for those two nights this year (we haven't really met any Jewish families in Pittsburgh yet to garner an invite, and none of the Reform or Conservative synagogues seem to have community events, which is surprising? And I don't really want to go to Chabad?) but we'll figure something out.
That said, as fun as the Seders can and should be, the rest of Passover is a slog of not eating bread or adjacent products, and experiencing whatever it is matzah does to one's digestive system over the course of a week. It's a meaningful observance, and the fact that the relevant rabbinical boards have stopped including rice and legumes in the "no" column in recent years has been great, but...it's ultimately a holiday recalling the story of the Exodus, and how we were slaves once, so, like, there are some less-fun elements. But the freedom celebration parts usually outweigh that!
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starlooove · 1 year ago
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Bruce yelling at clark about being mean to kon << they justify eachother’s crap parenting like their life depends on it
Real
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famewolf · 1 year ago
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my uncle gave me his login for an ancestry website that him and someone from a different, but related, family had worked on for quite some time.
how are these people living into their 70s and 80s in the 16th century??
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germposting · 15 days ago
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im going to rant
#i truly feel so alone right now and like nobody cares about me#i moved to an entirely new state and live alone and i dont know anyone#discord used to be full of friends but now everytime i tried talking in any of my servers im basically completely ignored#maybe ill get lucky and get a non verbal reaction in lieu of a response#and then i just tried telling someone hey you shouldnt use slurs because they are bad and offensive#and somehow everyone got mad at ME for not properly explaining why slurs are bad????#and then i kept asking for help someone plesse help me here if im doing bad why wont someone else explain#and then they say its just ‘your fault its all your fault you need to communicate better you started this you keep bringing it up’#but i said multiple times i was done and yet i kept getting pulled back in?$?#i tried talking in another server about it and then just got bitched at and blamed or ignored by people who i was convinced were my friends#but they werent treating me like a friend i felt like a criminal on trial#and i started crying and told them i was crying and then theyre like ‘its not that deep get over it’#and im like it IS that deep to me?? i feel like im going crazy?!#and ive been telling them this entire time how badly in strugglingand how alone i feel and then the election happened#and im like losing my fucking mind over here and NO ORN CARES#NO ONE FUCKING CARES#no one fucking cares about me#thats all this boils down to is not mattering#i dont know#i dont feel like i matter#im tired of being ignored and made to feel like its all my fault#is it my fault????#do i deserve this#do i need to stop talking??? nobod wants to talk to me#i feel like im going insane#i feel crazy#i feel alone and betrayed and abandoned and no one fucking asked if i was okay they just all…#nobody cares#nobody fucking cares#im one bad thing away from killing myself im so serious
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foldingfittedsheets · 4 months ago
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For reasons known only to adolescent girls my friend Kate and I started communicating with extremely loud calls of, “Ka-kaw!” at some point during high school.
When trying to locate each other on the quad in lieu of cell phones we made do with good old fashioned screeching. The first call was always a lower tone. When one of us heard the cry we’d immediately echo it back at a higher pitch like dinosaurs playing Marco Polo.
This was probably obnoxious for all our classmates but man did we zero in on each other right quick. It was great. I never had to look for her in a huge crowd I just had to unleash my lack of social decorum in sonic waves. My only defense was that we only used it for out of doors. We weren’t monsters.
It served us extremely well the one time we went skiing together. She was a newer skier and got off the ski lift before I did after a stroke of bad luck and poor planning on our parts. By the time I had my skis on the snow I couldn’t see her. Worried, I took off down the mountain, not spotting her.
I planted my skis when I realized I must have passed her somehow. She couldn’t have made the same time as me. I threw my head back and shrieked, “Ka-kaw!!”
The sound cut across the cold thin air, sharp and carrying. To my delight and the surprise of several snowboarders going past me there was an answering “Ka-kaw!!!” from further up the mountain, reverberating joyously.
I’ve had this turkey post pinged several times, I can only say that I’m glad my friend and I aren’t the only bird girls out there.
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iweb-rdc001 · 1 year ago
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Insécurité dans l'Est : au moins 14.322 Congolais ont été tués depuis le début des massacres des civils par les ADF à Beni
Les chiffres sont alarmants et effroyables. Plus de 9 ans après le début des massacres des civils par les ADF en région de Beni (Nord-Kivu), plus de 14 mille Congolais ont déjà péri au cours de plusieurs attaques et incursions dans des villages et agglomérations. Ce nombre est avancé par un acteur des forces vives, ancien président de la société civile de Beni à l’issue d’un monitoring qu’il a…
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flashbic · 1 year ago
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chaque Cartouchien a une chambre individuelle quelque part dans le Chariot d'Or CONFIRMED
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akiraofthefour · 1 year ago
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Weird Tumblr bug...
For those of you with followed tags, have your "dismissed" posts stay dismissed? I've noticed that within the last couple weeks they just won't... Sometimes even within the same session. Any suggestions from folks out there...?
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thydungeongal · 3 months ago
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Greenflame blade, a spell introduced into D&D in 4e as a Spellsword at-will, is a really interesting microcosm of how D&D 5e's rules have lots of little interactions that really don't want to cooperate with those types of spells.
The spell effectively allows the caster to make an attack with a melee weapon they are holding that deals fire damage and that also deals fire damage to a secondary target next to the primary target.
Now, of course, in D&D 4e expressing this was simple. All powers, whether martial attacks or arcane spells, used the same formula. You would know that the spell required a weapon due to the Weapon keyword and the fact that the spell had 1[W] in its damage entry.
Fast-forward to D&D 5e and we need to communicate that this spell needs a weapon so it can be cast. If a character were to be holding a weapon, that would mean that they would need their other hand free for making the somatic components of the spell, unless they had an arcane focus in their hand. Could the sword somehow be made to count as an arcane focus? Well, sadly, no, because the types of items a character can use as a spellcasting focus is already prescribed by their class.
Now, it would be possible to introduce a new class that had a bit of text that they could use melee weapons as arcane focuses. Some kind of Swords Mage. But we can't have that. That sounds strange. Instead we need to make this spell work for already established classes somehow.
So the weapon was instead made a material component of the spell.
Now the problem, of course, is that a character with a material component pouch or a spellcasting focus didn't actually need a weapon to cast it now.
A character can use a component pouch or a spellcasting focus (found in “Equipment”) in place of the components specified for a spell.
By a strict reading, a character could whack enemies on the head with their greenflame pouch or focus in lieu of using a weapon.
Which is why they later corrected the spell to state that it requires a weapon of at least 1 sp in value to cast. Because if a price is given for a material component, then it can't be replaced with a spellcasting focus or a material component pouch.
Which is one of the most roundabout ways of having to go about creating a spell that requires a weapon to cast and where the caster can make an attack with said weapon as part of casting the spells. But it's basically because 4e and 5e are pretty much written in completely different languages.
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