#ma si chao

[iamsurvivor666]

"See you later... He Ran."

THE FORBIDDEN FLOWER (夏花) (2023 - EP2)

[tuturuue]

Not them actually doing their Karate(?) Dance on the actual stage 😭

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Cdrama: The Story of Pearl Girl (2024?)

【珠帘玉幕 THE STORY OF PEARL GIRL】 杀青特辑：几经磨砺，明珠绮丽现光华！| 赵露思/刘宇宁 | 剧情 爱情 | 优酷 YOUKU

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEwBvk0o3Hw

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>:)

Teen!Simon getting teased teen!Roba + gang at his new school and Johnny stands up for him, shouting at Roba in Gaelic

It was always the same shit. Didn't matter where, didn't matter when, didn't matter who. It was always the same shit.

Simon Riley was destined to be ridiculed and tormented wherever he went, so it was damn stupid of him to think switching schools would change that. It was only a week into the new term, and he had already become the target of another group of arseholes who thought they were better than him. The boys at the group home, his shitty excuse for a father, and now his newest torturer, Manuel Roba; it was like each of them could sense that he was weak, that he was lesser.

Simon had been trying so fucking hard to just ignore Roba and his lackeys. He's sure Nik and Price would be pissed if he got into a fight before they even hit the two week mark, but he couldn't stand it anymore. Every single second he wasn't in a classroom, he had to face jeers and insults and grabs for his mask. He was constantly on the edge of snapping, and he felt powerless to stop what seemed so inevitable at this point.

His only saving grace was Johnny.

Whenever he was able to find a moment of peace amidst all of the chaos, Johnny was right there beside him. But today, he was nowhere in sight. Simon had even gone so far as to actively search for the older boy, but he wasn't in his usual spots. The only thing his hunt did was land him right in the middle of Roba's warpath.

"Where have you been, English? It's almost like you've been avoiding me. Why would you do that, perro cachorro?" Simon could barely suppress a growl at hearing the other boy's taunts. He knew that would just bring on more dog comparisons.

"Roba-"

"Ah, ah, ah. I didn't say speak. Did you forget your commands already? Don't worry, perrito, I'm a very patient trainer."

This is exactly what Simon had been trying to avoid. He knew lashing out wouldn't do him any good, in the long run. It wouldn't stop the bullying. And then all his new teachers would know just how much trouble he was. But he couldn't fucking take it anymore.

He was preparing himself to throw the first punch when he heard footsteps hurrying towards them down the hallway.

"Och, ye fuckin' bawbags! Leave 'im the fuck alone!!" The accent alone clued Simon into the identity of his savior, and he looked up to see his knight in shining footie gear. Honestly, Johnny looked sort of like an angry porcupine at the moment, with sweat making his mohawk look even wilder than usual.

"This isn't your fight, Mactavish. Leave English and I to our little chat."

"Chattin' ma arse. Piss. Off."

Simon had been so busy watching Johnny that he hadn't noticed Roba steadily getting closer until the shorter boy grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie.

"We were just teasing him, hombre. You were having fun, weren't you, English?" Roba gave Simon a firm shake, causing him to hit the set of lockers behind him.

Once again, Simon didn't have time to speak before Johnny was jumping in to save his arse. The angry Scott rammed full speed into Roba, spending the bully careening backwards into his little gang of dickheads.

"Ah said FUCK OFF, YE SACK OF DICKS!!! Na bean ris a-rithist!!! No gearraidh mi dhiot do làmhan! And then I'll shove them up yer flabby arse!!"

Even as Roba and his crew made their slow retreat down the hall, Johnny continued shouting at them in a language Simon couldn't understand. He didn't stop until the other boys were fully out of sight, and even then he let loose a few more words that Si was sure must've been curses.

"If ah dinnae have a football game on Friday, ah would've kicked his arse for ye." He spun around to give Simon a once-over, making sure he wasn't hurt. Satisfied that the other boy was as okay as he could be, he extended his hand towards him. "Well, ahm bloody starving. Wannae go get lunch?"

Speechless, and with a raging blush creeping across his face, Simon took Johnny's hand. And suddenly, all thoughts of Roba and his goons left his mind. He had much better things to focus on at the moment.

Uh oh, this once again came out way longer than expected. >:)

Warning, I speak neither Spanish nor Gaelic, so these translations might not be accurate.

Spanish: perro cachorro=puppy dog; perrito=puppy

Gaelic: Na bean ris a-rithist=Do not touch him again; No gearraidh mi dhiot do làmhan= Or I will cut your hands off

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could you possibly make a fic where we are best friends with rai and alondrissa and we’re streaming with them and they surprise us with young miko and then the tension between us is so bad that at the end of the night there’s a heated make out seshh 😩😩

Oooh yesss! I wrote this based on the stream she did with them! I did my best, hope you like it ❤️

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“Que rica esa canción!” Alondra exclaims with delight as the gritty, distorted bass of ‘Oye, ma’ begins to echo throughout the room. She rises from the seat and encourages the audience to sing along.

As soon as the beat drops, Young Miko appears in front of the camera, dancing as Alo, Rai and Alex cheer and scream with delight. You’re just as ecstatic to see the rapper. You’ve only seen her in photos and video, but God, she looks incredible in person. Her red hair cascades over her shoulders like a fiery waterfall, her tattoos on full display thanks to the short sleeved shirt she’s wearing, and the rings on her fingers are to die for.

As the song continues to play, Miko dances and greets the trio with hugs before making her way over to you. She gives you a friendly smile before pulling you into her arms. You soak up her affection like a sponge, hardly believing that you’re hugging Young Miko herself.

“Miko, en verdad gracias por la oportunidad. ¡Que locura!” Alo laughs as she steals another hug from Miko before sitting down.

“Ay, yo te amo,” Alex says as he hugs Miko.

“Yo la amo! YO LA AMO!” Rai shouts with excitement.

“Muchas gracias a ustedes!” Miko says, grinning from ear to ear.

“Y tenemos una otra invitada— nuestra amiga, Y/N. Está aquí visitando familia acá en Puerto Rico y la pedimos si podía acompañarnos,” Rai introduces you with a wide smile on her face. She then leans into Miko’s ear and whispers loudly, “Ella es una gran fan tuya, Miko!”

“Rai!” you whine from embarrassment.

“Esta bien,” Miko chuckles. “Es un placer conocerte, Y/N.”

“El placer es todo mío,” you smile softly, praying that the blush on your cheeks isn’t visible to the fans watching the stream.

“Ay, mírala se puso pachosa!” Alex coos loudly, poking your cheek, and you playfully swat his hand away from your face.

“SE ME PEGÓ Y/N!” the dark haired boy screams dramatically, causing the three girls to laugh.

“Muy bien, Y/N!” Rai praises as she claps her hands, making Alex’s jaw drop in mock offense.

“¡Ya basta, cabrones, portense bien!” Alo scolds as if she were a mother of three small children, yet her tone playful. She then puts her hand on Miko’s shoulder, pouting her lower lip. “Perdona, Miko, son mis hijos…”

Miko laughs. “Acho, está bien. Ya lo estoy pasando cabrón.”

In true Alondra and Rai fashion, the stream continues on in a mix of chaos, boisterous laughter, and delighted shrieks. Despite trying your hardest to stay in the moment, you find yourself drawn to Miko with every word that comes out of her mouth, each smile that spreads on her lips, and laugh that she makes.

Every now and then, Miko glances at you, and she smirks when you quickly look away from her. Thankfully neither Alondra, Rai, or Alex notice the silent tension between the two of you, all of them too excited to even look twice at either of you. You just pray that no one in the stream notices, yet you’re sure that someone is bound to do so.

The rest of the stream flies by, consisting of the trio celebrating hitting their first one million fans, you and Miko holding Rai and Alondra’s Guinea pigs, and Miko trying to put together a tattoo machine. You swear you’ve never laughed so hard in your entire life once the stream is over. Once you’ve thanked Rai, Alondra and Alex for the fun time, you decide to take a quick walk around the neighborhood to calm down the excitement that’s still buzzing within you.

“Hey, Y/N!” an all too familiar voice calls after you.

It’s Miko.

“Hi, Miko,” you greet her with a smile, your voice soft.

“Mind if I join you?” she asks, her voice smooth as honey with a hint of playfulness in it.

“Si, porque no,” you hum, trying to play it cool.

As you walk together in silence, you’re wracking your brains trying to think what to say to her without being it being awkward. You’re still trying to process everything that’s happened during the past hour and a half. And now here you are, walking the streets of Puerto Rico with Young Miko.

“You’re so cute cuando te pones pachosa, nena,” Miko murmurs, a hint of a smirk in her voice.

“Just cute?” you tease, a surge of unexpected confidence coursing through your veins as you turn your head to look at the redhaired woman. “You’re alright, I guess.”

Miko scoffs playfully. “That’s it? Just ‘alright’? The way you were staring at me says otherwise, mami.”

Oh, fuck it, you think to yourself.

Before you can stop yourself, you quickly step in front of Miko and mold your lips against hers. She’s taken aback for a brief moment before she kisses back, smirking into your mouth. Miko holds you closer, her chest pressed against yours, soft moans and gasps escaping from each of you as the kiss becomes more passionate, almost desperate. You wrap your arms around her neck, and Miko’s hands grip your hips, pulling them close to hers.

Miko’s lips then plants hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, and your eyes flutter closed at the sensation. The rest of the world around you fades away, your only focus being Miko. You don’t care if anyone sees you two like this, all you want is Miko and everything she has to offer.

“How about we take this somewhere else?” Miko hums against your skin, and you’re nodding your head before she can even finish her sentence.

Some day, some how, you are going to pay Rai and Alondra back for tonight.

[onlyonetifosi]

This was requested by @maximeverstappen so i hope you like it <3

The smell of gasoline filled the air as the final race of the Formula 1 season approached. The championship title hung in the balance, and all eyes were on Y/N, the only female driver in the sport, as she prepared to make history. The nerves were palpable as she tightened the straps of her helmet and adjusted her gloves, stealing a quick glance at her boyfriend, Charles Leclerc, who stood by her side.

"Je t'aime, mon cœur," Charles whispered, leaning in to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek. "You've got this. Make us proud out there."

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering at the sound of Charles' words and the support in his eyes. "I will, mon amour. For us."

The engines roared to life as the cars lined up on the grid. Y/N could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, fueling her determination. As the lights went out, she pushed the pedal to the metal, her car surging forward with precision. Lap after lap, she fought tooth and nail, her skills and determination shining through. The crowd erupted into cheers as Y/N took the lead.

Meanwhile, Charles, in his Ferrari, was locked in a fierce battle for second place. He skillfully maneuvered through the pack, displaying his extraordinary talent. The championship hung in the balance, and every move on the track mattered.

Finally, the checkered flag waved, signaling the end of the race. Y/N crossed the finish line first, securing the world championship title. Tears of joy filled her eyes as the realization sank in. She had done it. The first-ever female F1 world champion.

Charles pulled up beside her, a mix of pride and happiness evident on his face. He stepped out of his car and walked toward Y/N, engulfing her in a warm embrace. "Je suis si fier de toi, ma championne," he murmured into her ear. "You did it. You've made history."

The roar of the crowd filled the air as YN, the only female Formula 1 driver, stood on the podium, her heart pounding with exhilaration. It was the last race of the season, and she had just won the World Championship. Next to her stood Charles Leclerc, her loving boyfriend and fellow driver, who had finished in second place. The euphoria of victory surged through her veins, but her eyes searched for Charles amidst the jubilant chaos.

The winter break arrived, and Charles planned a vacation for them on a remote, exotic island. He invited his family along, wanting to share this special moment with his loved ones. Y/N felt blessed to be a part of their close-knit circle.

Arriving at the island, they were greeted by pristine beaches, crystal-clear waters, and lush greenery. It was paradise. The group settled into their luxurious villa, and Y/N found herself paired with Charlotte, Charles' older brother Lorenzo's girlfriend, and Kika, Pierre’s girlfriend for a day of exploring and shopping, their laughter filling the air as they perused the colorful stores. Y/N tried on various dresses, twirling in front of the mirror while the girls complimented her every choice.

As they wandered through the vibrant local markets, Y/N couldn't contain her excitement. The colorful fabrics, intricate crafts, and aromatic spices filled her senses. Charlotte smiled at her enthusiasm, knowing what was to come.

"Y/N, you're going to look absolutely stunning," Kika gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Charles is a lucky man."

Y/N blushed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "And I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have him."

After a day of shopping, Y/N, Kika and Charlotte returned to the villa, only to find it transformed. The backyard was adorned with twinkling lights, flower petals scattered on the ground, and a table set for a romantic dinner. Y/N's heart skipped a beat, realizing what was happening. Charles walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"Absolutely stunning," YN replied, leaning back against his chest. "I can't believe we're here."

Charles nuzzled his nose against her ear and whispered, "You deserve every bit of it, mon amour. You've worked so hard for this, and I couldn't be prouder of you."

A warm smile graced YN's lips. "Thank you, Charles. None of this would be possible without your love and support."

He turned her around to face him, his eyes shimmering with adoration. "YN, you've brought so much joy into my life. I can't imagine it without you. Je t'aime plus que tout."

Her heart fluttered at his words, knowing that he meant every syllable. "Je t'aime aussi, Charles," she whispered, resting her head against his chest.

The Leclerc family, together with Pierre and Kika, had become YN's second family, and the vacation solidified their bond even further.

"Mes amis, my family," Charles began, his voice brimming with emotion. "Today, we celebrate YN's incredible achievement, but there is something else that makes this moment even more special."

He dropped to one knee, a small box in his hand, and the gasps of surprise filled the air.

"YN, ma chérie, you've brought so much love and happiness into my life. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Tears welled up in YN's eyes as she nodded vigorously, a radiant smile illuminating her face. "Yes, Charles, a thousand times yes!"

The group erupted in applause and cheers, congratulating the newly engaged couple. Charles slipped the ring onto YN's finger, sealing their love in an eternal bond.

As the night continued, YN found herself wrapped in Charles' arms, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore. They danced, whispering sweet words to each other, promising a future filled with love, laughter, and continued adventures. The night sky sparkled with stars as Y/N and Charles danced under a canopy of fairy lights, their hearts overflowing with love. Their families and friends surrounded them, raising their glasses in celebration.

Charles pulled Y/N closer, whispering sweetly in her ear. "Mon trésor, you've made me the happiest man in the world today. I can't wait to build a future together, to cherish and support you in all that you do."

Y/N beamed, her heart filled with gratitude and love. "And I can't wait to stand by your side, Charles, as we conquer the world together."

In that magical moment, surrounded by their loved ones, YN knew that winning the World Championship was just the beginning of an extraordinary journey they would embark on together.

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How is the relationship of zagreus with the other gods now that he unalived hades for real ? From the olympus and the underworld

THAT'S A GOOD QUESTION.

First of all, I'm not sure if Hades is dead, but I DEFINITELY don't think he's on a physical plane. It's something like, the plane of Chaos, a ghost (can the gods in Hades die? serious question). Although of course, to the rest of the world, he is dead.

as I said in the original work, some gods of the Underworld don't really change their relationship with Zagreus after this, like Nyx and Hypnos for example. Nyx supports Zagreus in whatever he thinks is best, even if she didn't think he would go to that extreme, she definitely feels some guilt for not having done more to improve the situation for Zagreus and avoid it. Hypnos is Hypnos, at least now with Zagreus as boss he works better.

the only one who's a little uncomfortable is Thanatos. partly because he never thought he would have Zagreus as his BOSS of all people, and on the other hand, seeing everything that made him want to leave the Underworld and especially how Hades had to do with it, he can't blame him.

I said it in my original post, but he feels somewhat guilty for not having done more for Zagreus.

Persephone still loves Zagreus deeply and that will not change, even less when she finds out that he did it in part so that his father would stop well, TRYING TO KILL HIM, she supports him in that aspect even if she regrets the death of Hades.

The gods of Olympus are something... complicated.

There are those who don't care in the least because it doesn't affect them directly: Dionysus, Artemis, Athena, Demeter, Aphrodite, etc.

Ares fully supports the bloodshed👍✨and Poseidon believes it was a matter of "kill or be killed" so he supports Zag.

and other gods are slightly upset with Zagreus for having done that for the balance of the world or their jobs, like Zeus or Hermes.

Although Zeus is more angry, he gives Zag the cold shoulder for a few centuries. It's just like what happened with Kronos, he really doesn't know what to think. but he doesn't hate Zagreus. Same with Hermes, it's more of an irritation.

(let's keep in mind that in this AU there was no reconciliation and everyone was very distant from Hades, so it wasn't a very painful death for them either)

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ESO ES UNA BUENA PREGUNTA.

Primero que nada, no estoy segura de si Hades esta muerto muerto, pero DEFINITIVAMENTE no creo que este en un plano fisico. es algo como, el plano de Chaos, un fantasma(¿los dioses en Hades pueden morir? pregunta seria). aunque claro, para el resto del mundo, esta muerto.

como dije en el trabajo original, algunos dioses del Inframundo realmente no cambian su relación con Zagreus después de esto, como Nyx e Hypnos por ejemplo. Nyx apoya a Zagreus en lo que considere mejor, incluso si no penso que llegaria a ese extremo, definitivamente se siente algo culpable de no haber hecho mas para mejorar la situación para Zagreus y evitarla. Hypnos es Hypnos, al menos ahora con Zagreus como jefe trabaja mejor.

el único un poco incomodo es Thanatos. en parte porque nunca penso que tendria a Zagreus como su JEFE de todas las personas, y por otra parte, viendo todo lo que le hizo querer irse del Inframundo y sobretodo como Hades tenia que ver con eso, no puede culparlo.

lo dije en mi post original, pero el se siente algo culpable por no haber hecho mas por Zagreus.

Persefone sigue amando a Zagreus profundamente y eso no cambiara, menos cuando se entera que en parte lo hizo para que su padre dejara de bueno, INTENTAR MATARLO, lo apoya en ese aspecto aun si lamenta la muerte de Hades.

los dioses del Olimpo son algo... complicado.

hay quienes no les importa en lo mas minimo porque no les afecta directamente: Dionisio, Artemisa, Atenea, Demeter, Afrodita, , etc.

Ares apoya completamente el derramamiento de sangre👍✨y Poseidon cree que fue una cuestion de "matar o que te maten" por lo que apoya a Zag.

y otros dioses estan ligeramente molestos con Zagreus por haber hecho eso por el equilibrio del mundo o sus trabajos, como Zeus o Hermes.

aunque Zeus mas que estae enojado le hace la ley del hielo a Zag por unos cuantos siglos. simplemente es como lo que paso con Cronos, realmente no sabe que pensar. pero no odia a Zagreus. lo mismo con Hermes, es mas una irritacion.

(tengamos en cuenta que en este AU no hubo ninguna reconciliación y todos estaban muy distantes con Hades, por lo que tampoco fue una muerte muy dolida por ellos)

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Skyfall | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé | OC

As she gazed out of the window, her eyes lingered on the sprawling cityscape of Paris below, a tapestry of lights and shadows. With a resolute heart, she made a silent vow to herself - to live fiercely, to be the champion for those silenced in the shadows. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, but her resolve was unyielding, a debt of honor to the one who believed in her when doubt cast its long shadow. He had been her mentor, her guardian; he had taken her under his protective wing at a time when skepticism clouded her every step. His unwavering presence had been her fortress, standing valiantly by her side, a solitary defender against a sea of naysayers in those echoing halls of judgment that was the Assas.

A solitary tear, a crystal testament to her inner turmoil, traced a path down her cheek, caressing her skin like a whisper of the past. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply, though the city's air was tinged with the bitter notes of reality, but mostly pollution (and was that piss?). A sudden, sharp cough, rattled her body, breaking the spell of her reverie. A rueful smile touched her lips as she mused on the cinematic trope of the enigmatic lawyer, solitary and contemplative, gazing out over a city - a scene far more inspiring in a James Bond movie than in real life.

With a finger raised towards the dark sky, the young woman whispered a prayer into the night. 'Vae victis,' she breathed, her words a soft caress against the chaos of the world, 'woe to the conquered.' Her whispered incantation rode the winds, a spectral force, stirring an unseen tremor that resonated through the city, a silent herald to those who would stand against her. 

Chapter One

August 12th, 2023

Parc des Princes

8:00 p.m.

One hour before kickoff, Laila was seated in the office of President Nasser Al-Khelaifi, wishing he would just get to the point. She had to admit, Kylian Mbappé possessed an almost uncanny ability to send the club's president into bouts of extreme hypertension. The obsession with the young French star seemed borderline obsessive to Laila, almost creepy. She often marveled at how Mbappé managed to maintain his composure and resist the urge to confront the old geezer. From a business standpoint, however, she could grasp why the PSG president was so adamant about retaining the French prodigy; after all, money makes the world go round.

Despite her desires to be anywhere else, fate had different plans. Her late mentor had insisted that she start her so-called mission with the French football club for reasons he didn’t entirely foreclose. It was in these moments, she felt a deep kinship with Harry Potter who also had a mentor who seemed to leave the world with more questions than answers despite the world going to shit. Even from beyond the grave, he seemed to enjoy watching her struggle in this unexpected role. Being a lawyer for PSG was far from what her teenage self had envisioned for her future. But such was life.

“Je ne peux pas croire qu’après tout ce que nous avons fait pour ce connard, il ne veut pas renouveler. Il veut quoi de plus put-” the president grumbled in his accented french.

“Avec le plus grand respect, Mr. le président,” Laila interjected, “vous devez comprendre que les résultats du PSG après le mercato n’étaient pas satisfaisant. Vous lui avez promis un bon mercato, et pourtant, ils ont été éliminés dès les huitièmes de finale en ligue des champions. Et pourquoi? Parce que vous avez mis tout l'accent sur l'acquisition de stars. Sérieusement, qu’est-ce qui vous a traversé l’esprit en voulant avoir Messi, Neymar, et Mbappé dans la même équipe? Et vous pensez vraiment que Messi allait s’essayer si proche de la retraite?”

The words tumbled out of Laila before she could stop them, her frustration with the president's incessant complaints reaching its peak. Sometimes, he acted like a petulant child.

“Et alors, c’est de ma faute ça ?” President Al-Khelaifi retorted defensively.

“Si vous voulez des stars dans votre équipe, Mr. le Président, vous devez avoir un entraîneur capable de gérer leurs égos astronomiques. Messi venait du FC Barcelone, et il était évident le respect qu’il avait pour le PSG. Malheureusement, un coach comme Christophe Galtier ne fait qu'empirer les choses,” Laila countered.

“En tout cas, passons à autre chose. Je veux que tu ailles voir Mbappé et sa famille et que tu essaies de le convaincre. Ils vont être là ce soir pour voir le match.” (As usual, the president didn’t want to discuss anything that put him in a bad light)

“Peut-être que la première chose à faire serait de lui dire qu’il ne sera plus dans le loft?”

“Oui, oui, dis-lui qu’il peut revenir, mais je veux qu’il reste. C’est compris?”

“Sí, señor,” she replied sarcastically, exiting the room swiftly as she noticed President Al-Khelaifi’s eye begin to twitch.

As Laila stepped out of the president's office, she let out a deep sigh and made her way down to the Salon Louvre. Truly, Nasser should’ve been smarter than this but money does have a way of blinding a person. Regardless, she had a job to do and if it meant that she had to play Nasser’s little games, she would do it. Laila knew exactly what the end goal was and she wasn’t going to get distracted. 

As she made her way to the Salon Louvre, where Chef Arnault had promised to reserve some of his renowned crème fraîche and caviar deviled eggs for her, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for the match. Parc des Princes always pulsated with infectious energy and passion, which she adored. The stadium itself was incredible, and the Ultras knew how to light up a stadium. Every time she scrolled through Twitter or Instagram, she saw the tifos they made. The huge banners were truly works of art, and she deeply admired and respected the fans for the effort they put into them.

Her thoughts drifted to her three musketeers, her closest friends, and how carefree they had been before life's harsh realities had intruded. She reminisced about that summer night of August 14th, 2021, when they had come to watch PSG vs Racing Club de Strasbourg, the first match after COVID restrictions were lifted. How different things were back then. She yearned to reconnect and mend the fractures time had caused, but deep down, she knew it was perhaps a futile wish. With her eyes brimming with unshed tears, Laila wandered through the hallways leading to the salon, lost in her memories. Absorbed in her thoughts, she didn't notice the figure in front of her and walked straight into what felt like a very warm wall.

“Tabarnak-,” she swore, instinctively rubbing her nose.

“Pardon, mademoiselle,” a voice apologized.

Startled, Laila looked up and found herself face to face with the French captain. Flustered, she took a step back, momentarily at a loss for words. Kylian Mbappé stood before her, and she couldn't help but notice how strikingly handsome he was. Dressed casually in a white Dior t-shirt and paired with stylish brown pants, which complemented his athletic build. His confident posture and the easy smile playing on his lips added to his striking appearance. He naturally carried a certain air of charisma that left her with a dry throat and a racing heart.

And God, those dimples...

How was she supposed to argue with this living reincarnation of big dick energy? Much less, convince him that he would be better off staying in a club where it was quite unlikely that he would ever win a Champions League, forget a Ballon d’Or. Her professor was so lucky to be lounging in the afterlife, because when she did find him, she would make him pay for putting her in this situation.

Kylian's gaze met Laila's, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes at her evident surprise. "You okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"Yeah, just... wasn't expecting a human roadblock," Laila joked, trying to mask her nervousness. The corners of his mouth twitched in a smile, those famous dimples making a brief appearance.

"I've been called worse," he chuckled. Kylian's smile took on a knowing edge, his gaze sharp yet playful. "So, Laila Soltani, the lawyer Nasser has brought in to convince me to stay at PSG, eh?"

Laila's eyes widened slightly,  her eyebrows arching in surprise."Yes, that's me. How did you know?"

Kylian leaned in slightly, a playful grin spreading across his face. “See, now I’m more inclined to be offended. Athletes can read too, you know?” he teased, nodding towards her badge.

Laila felt her cheeks warm. “Oh, n-no, that’s not... I mean, I wasn’t—” she stammered, her words tumbling over each other in her fluster.

He laughed, a light, easy sound that seemed to echo around them. “I’m just messing around with you. Besides, it’s not every day the president hires someone specifically to deal with me. You must be quite persuasive.”

Laila laughed, a sound more relaxed than she felt. "I'll take that as a compliment, Mr. Mbappé. But yes, that's why I’m here, in part. Though, convincing someone of your caliber to stay... that's a tall order. My greatest adversary so far."

Kylian's eyes glinted with amusement. "Greatest adversary, huh? Sounds like you’re ready for battle. Just remember, I'm not so easily swayed."

"Oh, we'll see about that," Laila retorted, her own eyes sparkling with the challenge. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Looking forward to it, Mademoiselle. May the best person win."

With a final chuckle, Kylian turned and strode away, leaving Laila to ponder the intriguing encounter. She shook her head, a smile lingering on her lips, and continued her journey to the salon Louvre. As she entered, she was immediately greeted by the buzz of fans, whose enthusiasm seemed to infect her immediately. The modern design boasted a sleek and refined look, with geometric light fixtures casting a constellation of warm, ambient light across the polished floor.

She found Chef Arnault behind the mini bar, a silver-maned sage in the world of haute cuisine. With the twinkle of seasoned joy in his clear blue eyes, he beckoned Laila over with a broad grin that seemed to know more than it let on.

"Well, well, if it isn't our lawyer," he teased, the light in his eyes matching the mischief in his tone as he took in her flushed appearance. "You look like you've just spent the whole evening sweating in a sauna. Let me guess, Mbappé charm in action?"

Laila rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth turned upward involuntarily. "Is it that obvious?"

"Only to those who know," he chuckled, presenting her with a plate of deviled eggs, each a small culinary work of art with creamy filling and a crown of caviar. "Here, I made these just for you. They might just give you the boost you need for the evening to deal with the capitaine."

Laila decided to just brush off Arnault's teasing and, not wanting to wait another second, she tossed back a whole deviled egg. The taste was amazing—so good it almost made her moan right there at the bar.

With a quick thanks to the chef, she slipped through the crowd of fans as she heard Michel Montana's voice encouraging the Ultras to cheer for the team. Their chatter was just noise against the hum in her head as she moved to her seat. It was pretty close to the president's spot, giving her an incredible view of the field.

She dropped into her seat, taking in the low buzz of the stadium and the distant echo of the players getting their game faces on. The excitement was kicking in. This wasn't just another day at the office for Laila; it was like stepping onto a chessboard where every move counted. The match was about to start, and she wasn't just thinking about the football. It was game time on all fronts.

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A/N: Hello, my lovelies. I'm back 😘

[46snowfox]

Reiji Sakamaki Chaos Lineage Capítulo 1

[Prólogo Scarlet]

Lugar: Mansión Scarlet, Habitación disponible

Reiji: ¿Yo?

Yui: Sí… por favor.

Reiji: Entendido, sin embargo, ten cuidado de no causarme problemas.

Yui: E-entendido…

Yui: (¿Qué hago…? Lo escogí porque se veía como alguien racional, pero de algo de miedo…)

Yui: (Sin embargo… por más decepcionada que me sienta, no puedo evitar sentir curiosidad por Reiji-san.)

Yui: (Es como si hubiera algo atrapado en mi pecho. Mas no sé qué es—)

Monólogo:

“Me dijeron que eligiera a un vigilante y escogí a Reiji-san.

El hermano mayor de un grupo de hermanos bastante peculiares, Reiji-san.

Desconozco qué tipo de persona es. Solo sé que aspira a convertirse en el rey supremo.

Y para alcanzar tal objetivo necesita a Eva. Sin embargo, el título de “rey supremo” no se me hace para nada familiar, así que solo podía negar con mi cabeza—“

Reiji: Muy bien, ahora que formas parte de esta casa tendrás que obedecerme.

Reiji: Usa tu poder de Eva legendaria para convertirme en el rey supremo.

Yui: Disculpe, por más que me mencione eso del rey supremo yo soy incapaz de recordar nada—

Reiji: No aceptaré objeciones.

Yui: …

Reiji: ¿Y tú respuesta?

Yui: …Entendido.

Yui: (Es alguien difícil de tratar… da un poco de miedo.)

Yui: (Por más que insista con que necesita a la legendaria Eva para convertirse en rey supremo yo sigo sin entender nada.)

Yui: (¿Realmente tengo ese poder…?)

Reiji: Anteriormente comprendí que has perdido tus memorias.

Reiji: Sin embargo, esfuérzate cada día para recobrarlas lo antes posible. Ese es tu único valor.

Yui: (Valor… siento que me está tratando como a una herramienta…)

Reiji: Te guiaré por la mansión. Puedes deambular a tu gusto por aquí.

Yui: ¿Eh? ¿De verdad?

Reiji: ¿Hay algún problema?

Yui: N-no… solo fue inesperado…

Reiji: ¿Acaso creías que iba a encadenar y encerrar en el calabozo a la legendaria Eva?

Reiji: ¿Pensaste que iba a hacer algo tan vulgar…? Hay un límite para qué tanto puedes malinterpretarme.

Yui: L-lo lamento.

Reiji: Obviamente, si se tratara de un enemigo podríamos darle ese trato.

Reiji: Sin embargo, eres Eva. La doncella que acompaña al rey supremo. No voy a tratarte con frialdad.

Reiji: No obstante, careces de un comportamiento adecuado y de sabiduría, mejora eso.

Yui: Sí…

Yui: (En resumen, como soy Eva me tratará con cuidado, pero eso no quita que actualmente soy impotente…)

Yui: (Aunque tiene razón. Actualmente ni siquiera sé quién soy.)

Reiji: Oh, por más que te dé libertad, asegúrate de actuar con sabiduría. ¿Entendido?

Yui: Ah, s-sí.

Reiji: Entonces te guiaré por la mansión.

Yui: (Reiji-san es alguien educado… Pero sigue siendo estricto.)

Yui: (¿Realmente elegí a la persona correcta…?

*luego*

Yui: No tengo nada que hacer en la mansión…

Yui: (Me dieron un recorrido por la mansión, pero no hay ningún lugar en especial en el que pueda hacer algo.)

Yui: (¿Habría podido entretenerme si tuvieran una sala de juegos?)

Yui: ¿Hm? ¿Por qué pensé en una sala de juegos?

Yui: (Creo que conozco una mansión con una habitación así… ¿Será mi imaginación?)

Yui: Aah, creo que estar encerrada en la habitación me está asfixiando. Saldré a caminar un poco.

Lugar: Mansión Scarlet Living comedor

Yui: (Me dijeron que podía moverme libremente y parece que de verdad puedo hacerlo.)

Yui: (Reiji está encargado de vigilarme, así que debe de estar por aquí…)

Yui: Oh, wow. Eso en los estantes, ¿son platos? Son preciosos…

Yui: (Con unos platos tan hermosos no importa qué comida les sirvas encima se verá deliciosa.)

Yui: (¿De dónde serán esos platos? Tal vez lo sepa si veo el reverso…)

Yui: ¡Ah!

*se le cae un plato y se rompe*

Yui: (¿Q-qué hago? Se me resbaló… ¡Y seguro era un plato caro!)

Reiji: ¿Qué sucede? ¿Qué es todo este ruido?

Yui: ¡Reiji-san…!

Reiji: …Ya veo. ¿Qué son esos fragmentos esparcidos a tus pies?

Yui: (¡S-se va a enojar…!)

E-esto es…♟

¡¡Lo siento mucho!! ♙

E-esto es…:

Yui: E-esto es… Ehm. ¿Qué será?

Reiji: ¿Cómo no vas a saberlo? Con solo ver un fragmento queda claro que es uno de los platos decorados.

Yui: Lo… lo siento mucho… Lo vi y pensé que era un plato hermoso, pero cuando lo sostuve se me resbaló…

Reiji: Aah… Entonces sé honesta desde un principio. ¿Por qué intentaste mentir?

¡¡Lo siento mucho!!:

Yui: : ¡Lo siento mucho! Lo vi y pensé que era un plato hermoso, pero cuando lo sostuve se me resbaló…

Reiji: …Ya veo. ¿O sea que no fue a propósito?

Yui: ¡Por supuesto que no! ¡Fue un accidente…!

Reiji: Comprendo. Entonces fue un descuido tuyo.

Fin de las opciones

Reiji: Todos los artículos de decoración que ves son parte de mi colección favorita.

Reiji: Y tú llegas y no solo los tocas, sino que dejas caer uno.

Yui: Lo siento…

Reiji: El plato roto no se reparará con disculpas.

Yui: (¿Qué hago? Reiji-san habla con tranquilidad, ¡pero puedo ver la furia en sus ojos…!)

Yui: Uhm, ¡por favor permíteme compensarte…!

Reiji: No es necesario. No es algo que puedas pagar.

Reiji: Sin embargo, sería problemático que repitieras el mismo error más de una vez. Por eso—

Yui: ¡¿Kya?! ¡¿R-Reiji-san?!

Yui: (¿Por qué me abrazó…?)

Reiji: Te castigaré.

Yui: ¿Castigarme…?

Reiji: Voy a adiestrarte. Te dije que podías moverte libremente, pero que actuaras sabiamente.

Reiji: En vista de que tienes mala memoria, puede que el dolor te ayude a aprender más fácilmente.

Yui: ¡¿El dolor?! ¡¿Q-qué me vas a…?! ¡No! ¡Suéltame…!

Reiji: No tienes derecho a negarte. Por favor reflexiona sobre tus acciones— Sintiendo mis colmillos.

Yui: (…Es verdad… Reiji-san es un vampiro.)

Yui: (¡¿Entonces va a succionar mi sangre…?!)

Reiji: ¿Te has paralizado por el miedo? Bueno, es preferible a que intentes oponer resistencia.

Reiji: Sin embargo, si te quedas congelada, el dolor se multiplicará— Aah, nn… Nn…

Yui: ¡Ah…! Basta…

Yui: (¡Duele…! Un vampiro realmente está succionando mi sangre…)

Yui: (Lo que está clavando en mi nuca… ¿Son sus colmillos…?)

Yui: Uuh… Detente…

Reiji: Que voz tan indecente. ¿Estás gozando de este castigo?

Reiji: Concéntrate o esto no será un castigo.

Reiji: Grabaré en tu cuerpo el error que cometiste. Nn… Nn…

Yui: Nn… aah…

Yui: (Mi cabeza me da vueltas y mi cuerpo se está calentando…)

Reiji: Ahora intenta expresar tu arrepentimiento. Dilo fuerte y claro para que pueda escucharte.

Yui: (¿Expresar mi arrepentimiento…? No sé… Estoy tan mareada que no puedo pensar en nada…)

Reiji: Parece que este nivel no ha tenido efecto en ti. Entonces— Nn… Nn…

Yui: Ah… ¡Aah!

Yui: (¡Es más profundo que antes…! D-duele… pero…)

Yui: (Esta no es… la primera vez que Reiji-san succiona mi sangre… ¿Verdad…?)

Yui: (¿Por qué? Esta sensación me es familiar—)

Yui: ¡¿…?!

Yui: (¿Qué fue eso…?

Yui: (Uuh… otra vez.)

Yui: (Aah… ¡En mi cabeza, algo está…!)

Yui: (Reconozco… este… lugar.)

Yui: Uah… aaah…

Reiji: ¿Eva? ¿Qué sucede?

Yui: (¡Aah…!! ¡Allgo…! ¡¡Se está desbordando de mi mente…!!)

Yui: ¡¡Uuh… aaaaaaaaah!!

Yui: (…Es verdad, yo no soy la clave para convertir a alguien en el rey supremo. Tampoco soy Eva.)

Yui: (Yo soy… ¡¡Yui… Komori!!)

Yui: Aah… aah… L-lo recordé…

Yui: (¿Por qué lo olvidé…? Me olvidé a mí misma y a los Sakamaki.)

Yui: (Incluso a mi amado— ¡También olvidé a Reiji!)

Reiji: ¿Qué sucede? ¿Por qué alzas una voz tan deplorable? Menudo escándalo.

Yui: Reiji-san… ¡Lo recordé todo!

Reiji: ¡…! ¿Recordaste cómo convertir a alguien en el rey supremo?

Yui: ¿Rey supremo? ¿Qué es eso…?

Reiji: …Parece que fui un idiota por esperar algo de ti, aunque fuera solo un segundo.

Reiji: Es probable que el shock de que tu sangre fuera succionada por primera vez fue demasiado grande. Estás desconcertada.

Yui: (¿Eh? ¿De qué habla? ¡No fue la primera vez…! Espera.)

Yui: (Cierto, desperté en esa iglesia y Reiji-san me trajo hasta esta mansión.)

Yui: (No estamos en la mansión Sakamaki ni en la Mukami. ¡¿En dónde estamos?!)

Reiji: Dejemos tu adiestramiento hasta aquí por hoy. Espero que no se repita… Eva.

Yui: ¡Yo soy Yui! No me llamo Eva…

Reiji: ¿Acaso estás soñando despierta? No quiero escuchar tonterías.

Yui: ¿No me recuerdas…?

Yui: ¿Y a los Sakamaki? A Ayato y los demás— ¡¿No recuerdas a tus hermanos?!

Reiji: ¿Sakamaki? Es la primera vez que escucho esa palabra.

Yui: Eh…

Reiji: Además, ¿acabas de decir que soy hermano de Ayato de los Orange? Si es una broma, entonces no es divertida.

Reiji: Preferiría que no me pusieras al mismo nivel de los Orange o los Violet.

Yui: No puede ser…

Yui: (Sus recuerdos están raros… Como los míos hasta hace un momento.)

Reiji: El sabor de tu sangre no está nada mal, sin embargo, las sandeces que has dicho me han arruinado el humor. No quiero ni ver tu rostro.

Yui: ¡Ah, espera Reiji-san…!

Monólogo:

“Pese a que intenté llamarlo desesperadamente, Reiji-san se retiró sin voltear a verme.

Me dejó sola en medio del caos.

En una mansión desconocida. Junto a un Reiji-san y más gente cuyos recuerdos habían sido alterados.

Me quedé allí sin saber qué era lo que nos había sucedido—.”

Lugar: Mansión Scarlet, habitación de Reiji

Reiji: (Eva apenas ha llegado y ya está causando problemas…)

Reiji: (En base a cómo actúe a futuro es probable que termine restringiendo sus acciones.)

Reiji: (Sin embargo… su sangre tenía un sabor realmente delicioso. Además, siento que me es familiar—)

Reiji: …Uh…

Reiji: (¿Un mareo? Además, lo que acabo de ver… ¿Qué era…?)

[Capítulo 2]

[Masterpost]

¿Te gustan mis traducciones? Puedes apoyarme en ko-fi nwn

[notasfilosoficas]

“Si tienes que elegir, sé el que hace las cosas en vez del que es percibido como el que hace las cosas”

Jordan Peterson

Jordan Bernt Peterson es un psicólogo clínico, crítico cultural y profesor de psicología canadiense, nacido en Alberta en junio de 1962, y especialista en la psicología de las creencias religiosas e ideológicas y la evaluación y mejora de la personalidad y el rendimiento laboral.

Su madre era bibliotecaria y su padre maestro de escuela, y es el mayor de tres hermanos.

Estudió ciencias políticas y literatura inglesa y en 1982, obtuvo un Bachiller en artes en la Universidad de Alberta.

Al terminar sus estudios viajó por Europa, en donde desarrolló un interés particular por los orígenes psicológicos de la guerra fría y sobre los totalitarismos europeos del siglo XX. Como resultado de esto, Jordan comenzó a preocuparse y razonar sobre la capacidad del hombre para el mal y la destrucción, profundizando su estudio de las obras de Carl Jung, Friedrich Nietzsche, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn y Fiodor Dostoyevsky.

En 1984 se licenció en psicología, y en 1991, obtuvo su doctorado en psicología clínica y permaneció como investigador postdoctoral en el hospital Douglas de McGill hasta 1993.

Entre 1993 y 1998 trabajó como profesor e investigador en el departamento de psicología de la Universidad de Harvard, en donde estudió la influencia del abuso de las drogas y el alcohol y el aumento del comportamiento agresivo de las personas.

Entre sus obras mas destacadas figuran “Maps of Meaning; The Architecture of Belief”, un libro que Peterson tardó 13 años en escribir y que describe una teoría exhaustiva de como las personas constituyen sus ideas y creencias, basándose en la figura mitológica del héroe explorador. Una interpretación de los modelos religiosos y míticos de la realidad, acompañados de una interpretación científica de cómo funciona el cerebro.

En 2018, se publica su segundo libro “12 Rules of life: An Antidote for Chaos”, cuyo contenido aborda principios éticos sobre la vida, en un estilo mas accesible que Maps of meaning, alcanzando, ser numero uno en ventas de libros de Amazon en los Estados Unidos y Canadá y el numero cuatro en el Reino Unido.

En abril de 2019, su esposa Tammy es diagnosticada con un cáncer terminal y Peterson experimentó lo que había hablado extensamente en sus libros y conferencias; un colapso del orden y la aparición del caos. Ante tan terribles noticias la ansiedad de Peterson se disparó. Llevaba mucho tiempo tomando medicamentos para la ansiedad y ante el aumento de la dosis, Peterson generó una peligrosa dependencia física, desarrollando una condición llamada acatisia, sufriendo delirios y alucinaciones. 

Peterson ha sido catalogado políticamente como un Liberal Clásico y un observador tradicionalista. 

Peterson afirma que las universidades en Estados Unidos y Europa, son en gran parte responsables de una ola de lo “políticamente correcto”, destacándose este fenómeno a partir de la década de 1990, en donde la “cultura apropiada”, se ha visto afectada por el posmodernismo y el neomarxismo, abarcando temas como el feminismo, la teoría critica de la raza, el supremacismo blanco y el ecologismo.

Peterson afirma, que existe una “crisis de masculinidad”, y una reacción violenta contra la masculinidad, en donde la izquierda caracteriza a la jerarquía social existente como un patriarcado opresivo, que no admite que la jerarquía actual podría basarse en la competencia.

Fuente Wikipedia y fundacionales.org

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: The Journey of Chong Zi (2023)

【南华后台直击】片场逗乐时刻有！戏里个个仙姿绰然，风度翩翩，戏外纯纯喜剧人，整活还得看你们的“紫”家人千万别客气，赶紧戳视频抢“鲜”看！#重紫

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mxqg864yu0

[calabazafantasma]

🦎🐙TIRED KRANG, SMART, BELIEVER🐙🦎

Hola mis panas! Por suerte ya me estoy medio recuperando ya puedo retomar mas o menos mi rutina aunque aun sigo con algo de paranoico de que vuelva ya que es la tercera vez que me vuelve a pasar lo mismo y ya me preocupa un la verdad pero ya dejemos de hablar de mi y mi hermosa vida

Hoy tenemos contenido de Kronos x krugnar no se crean se que les gusta, hice unos bocetos de ellos estaba algo aburrido la verdad bueno vamos con el primer dibujo.

Quise hacer un dibujo de Kronos y rico osea mi oc, ellos al principio se llevaron muy pero muy mal literalmente no se querían pero se soportaban por el krang chiquito por la condición tan delicada en la que se encontraba en esos momentos ya que este se estaba debilitando casi como si estuviera enfermo pero sin estarlo,para rico fue mas fácil llevarse bien con la hermana que con Kronos.

Ya me imagino a Kronos usando maquillaje jejeje aunque la verdad no se ve mal y menos con delineador.

Hay el amor lo que hace hacer a uno, literal krugnar es la debilidad de Kronos y a la vez su arma secreta muajajaja...

Ya tengo una idea para un dibujo de Kronos teniendo un bolso de esos de mano y que lleve a krugnar ahi XD sería re lindo y que después kronorag termine lanzando lo para que Kronos vaya por el pero el que lo hace termina siendo rico.

Uyyyy~... Eso me prende

No mentira! La verdad es que me encanta dibujarlos no se son lindos juntos aunque suene raro aunque pobre de rapha lo que tuvo qué ver y escuchar durante el tiempo en la que estuvo krangcificado... Mierda ya me llego otra idea para otro Mini Cómic jeje

Y bueno este es el dibujo completo espero que les haya gustado y bla bla bla ya se la saben el dispositivo XD jajaja na mentira ustedes saben que los amo mucho y se merecen ver mas de mis dibujos y bueno nada recuerden tomen cafecito les digo bye bye, chao, sayonara!!!

Cómo quieres que le diga que ya no quieres nada más~

Sayonara!

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 9, Part 2

My favouite sim visits without being invited because she is fabulous. Devin and Paris discuss how Devin knew she wanted to be an actress.

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Paris: Do you need any help up here?

Calista: Grazie Paris but no. I’m almost finished then we just have to wait for plants to grow

Paris: Oh

Calista: Are you okay? You seem a bit glum

Paris: Guess I just don’t like clouds

Calista: How about going for a run? It always helps clear my mind. And if you ever need to talk about anything you feel like you need a parent to hear, I’ll be around

Paris: *forces smile* Thanks Calista

Paris heads off, hoping a run will lift her mood. The main problem is high school is over. She knew who she was there, a cheerleader. What is she now? What does she want? What can she even do? Calista is kind but she would prefer her parents to be alive so she could talk to them.

Kelly: Bun bun! Let me tell you about my morning. I ran into the perfect target

Bun Bun: *silence*

Kelly: She was a stuck up lady at the beach. I totally got under her skin

Bun Bun: *silence*

Kelly: Exactly!

Kelly takes time to tell bun bun all the juicy details, and imagine some gore like normal. Bun bun is left smiling happily!

Paris gets back home to see Devin at the door.

Devin: Hey Paris

Paris: You here to see your parents

Devin: Whoever is in. Luna’s taking the boys to visit their uncles in Windenburg today so I’ve got time on my hands

Paris: I’d love to talk to you actually

Devin: About what

Paris: About you

Devin: Ah! My favourite topic! *laughs* Let’s sit

Paris: How did you know you wanted to be an actor?

Devin: I've answered this in interviews a billion times! I have what I like to call natural dramatic flair

Paris: I’ve noticed

Devin: I’m going to take that as a compliment. Anyways I’ve always loved playing dress up and pretending to be loads of characters. I drove Joey mad with all my make believe games, he just wanted to have an iPad. I enjoyed drama in high school and figured, if I can make a career out of playing dress up, why not?

Paris: But you knew what you wanted to do? Like right out of high school?

Devin: Yes and no? I mean I had a dream, but it wouldn’t have happened without hard work, a whole lot of luck and a supportive partner. And my flawless complexion of course

Calista: Of course cara

Devin: *laughs* You made this face ma, be proud of it because I am

Calista: Si cara

Paris: I have no idea what I want to do

Kelly: Why is no one asking what I want to do

Devin: We know what you want to do

Kelly: No you don’t

Devin: Sow seeds of destruction and chaos throughout the world

Kelly: Lucky guess

Calista: You’ll figure it out. I had no idea what to do after high school-

Kelly: But then she met pa and they had very boring adventures up and down the whole of Italy until they decided to move to Willow Creek and have my accidental back birth of a sister

Devin: Why do you have to be such a gremlin

Kelly: Evil’s going to evil. Have fun with your twins. *smirks* Is Rilian still avoiding bad tasting food because it could be poison

Devin: Go away, you’re not my brother

Kelly: You’re just mad I’m smart

Devin: Oh yeah, smart enough to trick a 3 year old, how impressive

Kelly and Devin began to exchange insults in Italian until Calista, having had enough, tells Kelly to go work on his mental skill which is still languishing down at level 3.

Paris: I feel so useless. If I was smart I could just make a decision

Devin: You’re not useless just because you don’t know what you want to do. Like ma was saying before Kelly rudely interrupted, she had to take time to figure it out. Luna didn’t always know she was going to be a professor

Paris: Well why did she decide to do that

Devin: Because it encompasses who she is. She’s super brainy, she picks things up quick and genuinely loves learning new stuff. She says with teaching you never stop learning. Then she’s encouraging. Growing up with her dad, it was always her that looked out for her brothers, helped them when they needed it. As a professor she gets to help students all the time. She fosters their potential until they can see it. It makes her a great mum as well

Paris: So maybe if I can figure out who I am, then I’ll be able to figure out what I want to do

Calista: Just remember Paris, you’re very young. It’s normal to not know who you are at your age

Devin: Plus, we’re never just one thing. We’re a bunch of things

Paris: Thank you Devin, I appreciate it

Devin remains dubious about the whole conversation though. It sounds like Paris has never seen or read any interview she’s done. Clearly Deanna needs to sing her praises more, or Paris needs to listen better. Maybe she should get them ZBB: Apocalypse Rising on DVD so they can see her behind the scenes interviews...

Kelly: They’ll never see this coming

Deanna: Can you do that quietly

Kelly: You’re the one at MY desk. Now, do I use mantis droppings or… do I use sour milk

Deanna: Why are you so attached to your praying mantis?

Kelly: They kill their mates. I get to have a murderer in my room! How awesome is that???

Deanna: Not the word I’d choose

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"Aucune histoire banale gravée dans ma mémoire Aucun bateau pirate ne prendra le pouvoir Aucune étoile filante me laissera dans le noir Aucun trac, aucun... Et demain tout ira bien, tout sera loin Là au final quand je prendrai le large Tout sera loin, donne moi la main Là au final quand je prendrai le large Aucune larme aucune ne viendra m'étrangler Aucun nuage de brume dans mes yeux délavés Aucun sable ni la dune n'arrête le sablier Aucun quartier de lune, aucun... Et demain tout ira bien, tout sera loin Là au final quand je prendrai le large Tout sera loin, donne moi la main Là au final quand je prendrai le large Aucun autre décor, aucun autre que toi Aucune clef à bord, aucune chance pour moi Et demain tout ira bien, tout sera loin Là au final quand je prendrai le large Tout sera loin, donne moi la main Là au final quand je prendrai le large Aucun requin, aucun air triste Aucun regret, aucun séisme Aucune langue de bois Aucun chaos, aucun, aucun... Et demain tout ira bien, tout sera loin Là au final quand je prendrai le large Tout sera loin, donne moi la main Là au final quand je prendrai le large" Françoise Hardy

"Même s'il me faut lâcher ta main Sans pouvoir te dire "À demain" Rien ne défera jamais nos liens Même s'il me faut aller plus loin Couper les ponts, changer de train L'amour est plus fort que le chagrin L'amour qui fait battre nos cœurs, va sublimer cette douleur Transformer le plomb en or, tu as tant de belles choses à vivre encore Tu verras au bout du tunnel, se dessiner un arc-en-ciel Et refleurir les lilas, tu as tant de belles choses devant toi Même si je veille d'une autre rive Quoi que tu fasses, quoi qu'il t'arrive Je s'rai avec toi comme autrefois Même si tu pars à la dérive L'état de grâce, les forces vives Reviendront plus vite que tu ne crois Dans l'espace qui lie ciel et la terre, se cache le plus grand des mystères Comme la brume voilant l'aurore, il y a tant de belles choses que tu ignores La foi qui abat les montagnes, la source blanche dans ton âme Penses-y quand tu t'endors, l'amour est plus fort que la mort Dans le temps qui lie ciel et terre se cache le plus beau des mystères Penses-y quand tu t'endors, l'amour est plus fort que la mort" Françoise Hardy

[aurorablackwei]

Something that I like about the golden core reveal, and like how MXTX handle, is that it is not WWX who talk about it. And I like LWJ's reaction too, he's not looking for consolation, at least not on WWX. Many times, when faced with a traumatic event, the person is forced to relive it to tell it, to be "honest" and this is re-victimize that person, the spaces for those who have suffered trauma to talk about it must be respected and not being forced to talk about it. I'm not really sure how feel with WN talk about it in rage, but WWX was not angry so, he has the last word.

Many fics force WWX to reveal the golden core, my view on this is quite contrary to JC stans. I think JC wanted a core, he got it through a favor from WWX's mother, what bothers him later is that it is WWX's core (and I do not deny the trauma associated with torture, because Wen Chao whipped him and WZ melted his golden core).

On the other hand, for WWX, regardless it is voluntary, the surgery is a trauma, emotional and physical. 2 days and one night, conscious while his golden core was ripped out, he willingly exposed himself to something torturous (The trauma for Wen Qing doing that operation too, Wen Ning probably holding and watching WWX suffer).

And then he was thrown into the burial mounds, really? I think it is cruel to force him to talk about it, even more so when he does not recognize his suffering.

As a survivor, I understand the desire to deny what happened, not accept that something happened or deny that it hurts, because the moment you accept that pain it becomes real, there are processes and forcing someone without preparation to talk about it is cruel.

On the other hand, I really appreciate LWJ's reaction when he found out, because although he is upset and it is obvious, if we see someone we love suffer it hurts us. But seeking refuge in someone who is suffering is not right, we can turn to someone else with our pain, or wait until that person is stable enough and grieve together. If someone tells you their pain, we cannot ask that same person to comfort us, it does not mean keeping that pain, but looking for the right moment and support to deal with it.

algo que me gusta de la revelacion de nucleo dorado, y encuentro muy bueno el manejo de MXTX es que no es WWX quien la hace. La reacción de LWJ también me gusta, no busca consuelo, al menos no en WWX. Muchas veces ante algun evento traumático se obliga a la persona a revivirlo para contarlo, para que sea "honesta" y es revictimizar a esa persona, se deben respetar los espacios para quienes han sufrido traumas para hablar de eso y no obligar a hablar de ello.

Muchos fic obligan a WWX a revelar lo del núcleo dorado, mi visión al respecto es bastante contraria a JC stans. Creo que JC quería un núcleo, lo obtuvo a través de un favor de la difunta madre de WWX, lo que mas tarde le molesta es que sea el núcleo de WWX ( y no niego el trauma asociado a la tortura, porque lo azotaron y el derretimiento de su nucleo dorado).

por otro lado, para WWX independiente de si es voluntario, la cirugía es un trauma, emocional y físico. 2 dias y una noche, consciente mientras su núcleo dorado fue arrancado, se expuso voluntariamente a algo tortuoso (El trauma para Wen Qing al hacer esa operación también, Wen Ning al probablemente sostener y observar a WWX sufriendo).

Y luego fue arrojado a los tumulos funerarios, de verdad? creo que es cruel obligarlo a hablar de eso, mas aun cuando el mismo no reconoce su sufrimiento.

Como sobreviviente, entiendo el deseo de negar lo ocurrido, no aceptar que algo paso o negar que duele, porque en el momento en que aceptas ese dolor se hace real, son procesos y obligar a alguien sin preparacion a hablarlo es cruel.

por otro lado valoro mucho la reaccion de LWJ al enterarse, porque si bien se aflige y es obvio, si vemos sufrir a alguien que amamos nos duele. pero buscar refugio en alguien que sufre no es correcto, podemos recurrir a alguien mas con nuestro dolor, o esperar a que esa persona este lo suficientemente estable y afligirse juntos. si alguien te cuenta sus dolores, no podemos pedirle a esa misma persona que nos consuele, no implica guardar ese dolor, pero buscar el momento correcto y apoyo para lidiar con eso.

[dumdaradumdaradum]

I watched ps 1 a couple days ago!! Then i read all five parts in English cause Tamil not meri ma (iykyk😈)

AND..

I LOVE VANDIYADEVAN!! everytime he came on screen he had giggling rolling on the bed twirling my hair. I mean who am I to resist him? The guy had all three chola siblings and nandini wrapped around his finger 😭❤️ such a cutie. He's afraid of water and mud 🤭

I loved his and kundavai's story and lemme tell you that one scene wasn't enough. IT WASNT ENOUGH MY HEART WANTS MORE (they are the reason why I read the novels in first place😭)

Absolutely love how he remembered and thought of kundavai randomly out of nowhere throughout the five parts. The scene when he meets and flirts with nandini,, guys he was thinking of his dear princess ❤️😭 gonna cry about the absolute loyalty displayed by him after chhoti si first/second meet brb

No you don't understand how much I love this agent of chaos.

He's isnt like the ones who constantly want to throw themselves in danger, chest thumping or brooding intelligent depressed idiots. Instead he knows how to live and he knows that undertaking missions like getting ps back to the empire are strenuous.

The confidence in his ability never makes him annoying, it gives him a clear view of life and world.

He doesn't want to embark on missions like this but he'll gladly do so because kundavai asks him to.

And we cannot ignore his equation with nambi 😬😬

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