#merci au revoir

[perduedansmatete]

honnêtement je comprends que les gens likent plus ma tête que ce que j'écris car je fais que de me plaindre sur tumblr mais ça me vexe ouin lisez moi 😡😡😡 et comme dit @je-suis-ronflex je ne me plains pas je raconte c'est pas pareil!!!!

[spockette11a2b]

Je me sens vide.

C’est bizarre, tu te dis ce n’est que des youtubers, tu ne les as jamais rencontré, et puis ce n’est pas comme si ils arrêtaient tout. Et pourtant, ça me touche beaucoup cette annonce. Voilà Vilebrequin c’est fini!

Peut-être que c’est la soudaineté de l’annonce qui me donne cette impression d’abandon. Une semaine ils prennent un rond point à 130 et celle d’après, ils disent au revoir. Comme ça, sans préavis, sans indication au préalable.

Je ne leur en veux pas, ce n’est pas une critique. En vrai, je comprends leurs décisions. J’ai toujours détesté les séries qui ne savent pas s’arrêter à temps (looking at you spn).

Et honnêtement, après le 1er gp et le mondial de l’auto ça s’est vu que Sylvain était à bout. Surtout dans la vidéo où ils ont fait voler la voiture. J’avoue que je ne sais pas si cette vidéo a été tournée avant ou après le gp, mais ça m’a vraiment marqué de voir Sylvain dans cet état où tu sentais qu’il tirait sur la corde.

Ce qui me manque aussi avec cette annonce, c’est la réaction des gens. Je m’attendais a un peu plus de bruit du côté d’autres youtubeurs mais à part Etienne Moustache, j’ai rien vu passer pour les saluer. Ok ils sont pas mort et ils s’arrêtent pas d’être présent sur les réseaux, mais quand même, ça manque de réaction envers Vilebrequin en tant que soi.

Après comme j’ai toujours beaucoup été dans des fandoms actifs où dès qu’il se passe quelque chose on en entend parler pendant 3 jours, c’est plus dur d’accepter la chose quand je vois pas de réaction d’autres personnes…

Bref tout ça pour dire, qu’ils auront été une hyper fixation pendant presque 2 ans (bien que je les regardais avant mais je suis devenue vraiment fan qu’il y a 2 ans) et que maintenant il n’y aura plus rien. J’ai du mal à m’y faire. Ça m’a bien mis un coup sur la tête. Comme une rupture qu’on voit pas venir ou comme arriver à la fin totalement inattendu d’un bon livre, il y a cette espèce de dépression « post bonne chose », à laquelle il faut un peu de temps avant de pouvoir s’y faire. Là c’est pareil, je vais avoir besoin de temps pour digérer la nouvelle et pouvoir passer à autre chose…

[brakingpoint]

> speak to guy at prosecco bar in french

> he asks if i speak french (i say “un peu ouais, je comprends plus en anglais”), he then switches to english, easy peasy

> go to get a second drink, same guy at the bar, so i start off ordering in english seeing as he wanted that last time

> he starts speaking to me in french

> 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🇫🇷⁉️⁉️

[atom-heart-mama]

J'admire vraiment les personnes qui ont de l'auto discipline dans la vie, pendant que moi je suis un gros déchet 🙃🙃 j'vous vois les gens et j'espère être comme vous un jour... mais pas aujourd'hui, j'ai la flemme

[oscar-piastri]

deuxième essai de nolann en 2 sélections, c’est le moment de dire que: quand il parle on dirait il s’est pris un coup dans les couilles tellement c’est aigu sa voix

[joannerowling]

Quand on vous dit que plus rien n'est réel et qu'il n'y a aucun moyen de démêler le vrai du faux de nos jours

[kiseiakhun]

Thinking about how when I was in Quebec I said "I don't speak French" in French so well the guy literally didn't believe me 😭 sir please. It's the only French I know.

[fruityuncleskeletor]

© FEEL SO GOOD | preview

[getinthecar-elizabeth]

Title: First training

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x wife!reader

Summary: Kylian's first day at training in Madrid.

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Kylian had his first training today at Real Madrid. I woke up with him in the morning and brushed my teeth. While he was in the shower I prepared him a healthy breakfast to get his day started. I had gotten in contact with the Real Madrid dietician to make sure I prepared him the right meals.

As I was finishing up, Kylian came downstairs dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. He came up behind me and put his arms around me. He put his chin on my shoulder and kissed my cheek.

"Morning, amour," he said.

A smile spread on my face and I turned around to face him. I cupped his cheeks, pulled him to me and pecked his lips.

"Bon matin, mon mari," I smiled. I locked my fingers behind his neck. "Are you excited for today?" I asked him.

"Oui," he smiled. "It's finally happening."

"I know, bébé. I've prepared breakfast so you can eat before you leave," I gestured to the food behind me.

"I could smell it all the way from upstairs," he said as he looked at the food with a glint in his eyes. "What did I do to deserve such an amazing woman?" He looked at me with adoration.

"Because you're an amazing man yourself," I pecked his lips once more. "Now let's get you fed so you can go. I don't want you to be late on your first day. I don't want coach Ancelotti on my case."

Kylian chuckled and backed up from me. We took our seats at the kitchen island and ate breakfast together. When we finished, I cleaned up as Kylian went to grab his bag from the bedroom.

His phone that was on the island pinged with an alert. I checked it to find a message from his driver that he was outside.

Kylian bounded down the stairs, his bag in hand.

"Mon amour, your driver is here," I said to him.

"Oh, très bien," he grabbed his phone and came up to kiss me. "I will see you when I come back, non?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I'll be right here," I kissed him again.

"Je t'aime," he said as his forehead remained on mine.

"Je t'aime," I responded.

Kylian kissed my forehead and walked away. "Au revoir, chérie!" he yelled as he opened the front door.

"Bye KyKy!" I yelled back.

I heard the front door shut and I was alone in the house with a proud smile on my face. I washed the dishes and then checked what I was going to make for dinner tonight.

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I decided to make Kylian's favourite dish to celebrate his first day. He would be back any minute now and I was almost done cooking dinner. I had seen the training pictures and videos and it looked quite intense.

"Chérie!" I heard him call as he got in the front door.

I ran from the kitchen to where his voice was coming from. He smiled as soon he spotted me. He dropped his bag on the floor just as I jumped into his arms. He caught me by my thighs and my legs wrapped around his waist. My arms secured around his neck.

I quickly planted my lips on his, "hi," I grinned.

"Hi," he chuckled. "How was your day?"

"Good. You?" I asked excitedly.

Kylian let out a puff of air, "intense, chérie," he said.

I unwrapped my legs from his waist and he put me down while his hands remained on my waist.

"I figured. I saw the pictures and videos." I rubbed his shoulders. "You want me to run you a bath before we have dinner?" I asked.

"Non, merci chérie. I'll have a quick shower then come down for dinner," he grabbed his bag from the floor.

"Okay. Is there anything you need to be washed?" I gestured to the bag.

"Just my training kit," he said.

"Okay. Leave it in the basket in the bathroom.

"Okay," he kissed my cheek then I moved aside to make way for him.

I prepared the dinner table, and when Kylian came down 20 minutes later, I was done. He was dressed in a grey T-shirt and basketball shorts. His toned arms and legs were on display and I couldn't help but stare.

"Like what you see?" He smirked as he stood in front of me.

"I do," I boldly replied. "You look hot babe," I ran my hand down his arm.

He just smiled at me, speechless.

"I made your favourite," I said gesturing to the dinner table.

"Ahh, chérie. Do you know how much I love you? You are the best." He gently grabbed my cheeks and kissed me.

We sat down and ate. Kylian told me about his day. He was getting along with his new teammates, which was expected. The training was hard but I knew he was not afraid of a challenge. This was his dream and I knew that he was going to become the best version of himself yet at Real Madrid.

After dinner, Kylian helped me clean up and load the dishwasher, then we went to bed. I asked Kylian to take off his clothes and lay down on the bed.

"Chérie," he smirked as he took off his clothes leaving him in his underwear.

"Kylian, we're not having sex," I giggled as I asked him to lay down on his stomach.

"Then what are we doing?" His voice came out slightly muffled by the pillow.

"You'll see," I said.

I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and some almond oil. I went back to the bed and placed the towel next to Kylian. I straddled the back of his thighs.

"Chérie," Kylian drawled as he grabbed my thigh and squeezed it.

"Kylian, stop," I giggled and smacked his hand. "Just relax," I said.

I poured almond oil on my hands and rubbed them together. I then spread the oil all over Kylian's neck, shoulders, back and arms. Then I started massaging him.

"Hmmm," I heard him hum. I could feel him relax and his body melts into the bed. "Chérie, you are God sent."

"Hush, mon amour. Just relax and let me take care of you," I spoke softly.

I massaged his back and legs. I hoped his muscles would be relaxed for tomorrow. By the time I finished, Kylian was fast asleep. I wiped my hands and his back and legs using the towel then threw it in the washing basket. I put the almond oil away and then switched off the bathroom lights. I got into bed and pulled the covers over us. I settled next to Kylian and closed my eyes.

Before I drifted off, I felt Kylian put his arm around me and pull me closer. He threw his leg over mine and kissed the back of my head. Then sleep quickly came over me.

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[simplymarr]

Chapter three.

warnings: none. just some angst at the end.

Since that very first day, everything just flowed naturally.

I saw Vincent two days a week for weekly classes; tuesdays and thursdays. Two-hour classes in which it felt like a convesation between the two of us. He seemed excited about my enthusiasm and i was astonished about his intelligence. The way he carried himself, the ideas and visions he had just resonated with me.

Then after class and almost religiously, he waited for me inside his car with a cigarette on his mouth and drove me to the bus stop. We never spoke explicitly about this agreement, nor we questioned it. It just felt natural, like gasping for air or falling in love.

We both knew these rides were just an excuse to keep talking about everything we couldn't inside the classroom. Not only about my thesis and his corrections, but book recommendations, law philosophy, even music and art.

And we laughed. We laughed a lot.

"So, is it really as difficult as it seems?" I asked, gasping for air between laughs and taking more of a serene tone.

He turned his head and looked at me. Both hands on the steering wheel.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, being a lawyer. How do you know you're doing the right thing? That you're not fucking it all up?"

The question lingered in the air for a moment. Perhaps it wasn't just about being a lawyer.

He took a breath before answering.

"Well, that's the thing, non? you never know." He said. His gaze meeting the pavement in front of him as he drove. "Like all aspects of life, sometimes you need to guess". This last line pronounced as he looked at me softly, like someone who's hiding a secret.

Silence between the both of us until he broke it again.

"Well, of course it gets easier once your fucking thesis is done" He joked to lighten up the mood and we laughed once again.

The bus stop made it's presence again, and each time we arrived i still felt like it wasn't supposed to be there that quickly.

I looked at him with a strange nostalgia; like something else was supposed to happen, like i wanted him to give me an answer to a question i hadn't yet made.

I smiled at him weakly and he reciprocated, but his smile was filled with kindness, with mercy. His blue eyes pierced into mine for what i thought it was an eternity, but it didn't felt awkward at all. It seemed like he, also, didn't want me to leave the car.

Suddenly a loud horn from the street broke the tension and he quickly lowered his gaze. I stepped out of the car and waved at him as he looked at me through the window.

"Goodbye, y/n".

"Au revoir, Vincent".

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From there, that one final interaction, the river that made our chemistry started to get motionless. My innocent question became something darker, premonitory.

As the next week arrived and found me, once again, in the classroom i noticed something strange in Vincent. Although i was standing quite far away from him it was the first time he didn't look at me, not even once. Maybe an occasional glance that he amended by looking away almost instantly, like he was just trying to make sure i was still there.

His hands moved with more fervor than usual, his tone quite hessitant. He asked a question and, as usually, i raised my hand, trying to ignore the now awkward tension between us. He looked at me quickly but then pointed at someone else to answer.

Strange, i thought to myself. I mean, it was okay. After all there was a room full of people, i wasn't the only one, wasn't i? Besides, we could discuss everything we wanted later in the car. I didn't have to worry about anything.

The class ended a couple of minutes earlier. I waited until everyone left so i could reach to him. I wanted to ask him a couple of questions about the remarks he emailed me last week, and maybe we could talk. To be honest, perhaps i just wanted to talk to him about anything.

"Vincent, hi. I hope you don't mind me asking about the remarks but-"

He stopped me mid sentence.

"We can discuss about it on Thursday, during class schedule". He said, with a firm voice, almost trying to sound convincing.

"Oh, i'm sorry, i thought there was no problem".

"If you're concerned about something you can email it to me and i will answer you whenever i can". He barely looked at me and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear as he turned away to reach his books.

I hessitated and left in silence. My face pale and a total confusion on my mind.

We still had the car. Right?

The world, as it was used to, once again proved me wrong. When i stepped out of the big, cold building no one was there. Well, at least no one waiting for me. I looked at the empty parking lot where the dark-green chevy was missing, and even if he never agreed explicitly to wait for me, i found myself feeling betrayed.

"Oh, for fucks sake, he's just your professor. Nothing else." I thought to myself, trying to make sense.

The walk home, for the first time in weeks, felt incredibly lonely. I looked at the bus stop from far away and i felt like it was laughing at me.

Head resting in the dirty window and my earphones on, i wondered:

"Was it something i said?"

"Did i just fucked it all up?"

next chapter soon

[the-broken-truth]

Twisted Wonderland Nonsense [5]: The Prefect's Side Hustle

Note: [Male Yuu With Tall Muscular Build]

Rook: Trickster! (Walking over to the First-Years' Table during Lunchtime) I require your services once again, Mon Créateur!

Yuu (Looking up from his food): What can I do for you, Rook?

Rook (Dramatically): Your previous work was splendid, tout simplement magnifique! I am in dire need of those services once again to magnify the beauty that is Roi Du Poison! Will you aid me, Trickster?!

Yuu (Wiping his mouth with a napkin): Depends. What do you need to be done and when do you need it done? Depending on these factors will determine how much I am going to charge you.

Rook (Pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and hands it to Yuu): Here, Mon Trickster! This is the visage Roi Du Poison has!

Yuu (Looking at the picture - holding it to wear the others can't see it): This can be done, but I need at least 3 weeks to get this done and I will charge at least 10,000 Thaumarks for this.

Ace & Deuce (Jaw Dropping): 10,000 Thaumarks?!

Rook (Smiling): Of course, Trickster, such a cheap price for your services! The time frame is most convenient as well! Do you wish to be paid in full now or upon completion?!

Yuu (Folds the paper and puts in it in his pocket): I'll take half as a deposit and the other half upon completion. In Cash, please.

Rook: Of Course, Mon Créatif Trickster! I shall be around Ramshackle after schooling is done with the first installment! Until then, Au revoir! (Walks away)

[Ace & Deuce look towards Yuu, who decided to go back to his food as if that didn't just happen.]

Rook (Bursts into Ramshackle with an envelope in hand): Mon Trickster! I have arrived!

You (Sitting on the sofa - a small cash box on the table in front of him on the table): Just on time, Rook; do you have the deposit amount we agreed on?

Rook (Handing Yuu the envelope): Of course!

[Yuu opens the envelope, pulls out the stack of cash, and starts counting in while Ace and Deuce are watching with wide eyes.]

Yuu: This is the correct amount. I'll get started tonight and have it done in 3 weeks or soon. If you want to make any changes, let me know; just know that it's going to cost you extra.

Rook: Of course, that is only fair! Until next time, Trickster! (Leaves Ramshackle with a smile)

[Ace and Deuce watch as Yuu opens the Cash Box, which is already overflowing with cash, and puts the new money in before locking it after forcing it down.]

Yuu: I'm gonna need a new cash box.

[2 Weeks & 3 Days Later]

Rook: You finished it already, Mon Trickster! You are truly a wonder!

Yuu (Pulls the sheet off the body mannequin - revealing a very elegant outfit in Pomefiome's Colors): Thoughts?

Rook (Examining the outfit from all angles): MAGNIFIQUE! SPLENDIDE! UN DÉTAIL TELLEMENT ÉLÉGANT ! PAS UN SEUL ÉTIREMENT MALPLACE ! CECI EST LA PERFECTION! LE ROI DU POISON VA ADORER CELA ! MERCI, MON CRÉATIF TRICKSTER!!!

Yuu: Glad you approve. May I have my payment so I can package the outfit for you?

Rook (Hands Yuu another envelope): Here you are, Trickster!

[Yuu counts the money, removes the outfit carefully from the mannequin before folding it and packing it in an air-tight plastic bag before handing it to Rook.]

Yuu: A pleasure doing business with you, Rook.

Rook: With you as well, Trickster! Hopefully, we can do business again soon. Until then. (Leaves Ramshackle)

Ace:...

Deuce:...

Yuu (Counting Cash): Yeah, Papa Crewel taught me about fashion and sewing. Clothes aren't the only things I make.

Deuce: What else?

Yuu: I have...other wares.

[END]

[jeannes-world]

Je sors de la séance y a juste 1 heure. J'ai besoin de le revoir. J'ai besoin de le revoir. J'AI BESOIN DE LE REVOIR.

J'AI BESOIN DE REVOIR LE COMTE DE MONTE-CRISTO SUR GRAND ÉCRAN.

je dois revoir le comte de monte cristo c'est une question de vie ou de mort genre

[coovieilledentelle]

Le train de la vie

A la naissance, on monte dans le train et on rencontre nos parents. Et on croit qu’ils voyageront toujours avec nous. Pourtant, à une station, nos parents descendront du train, nous laissant seuls continuer le voyage… Au fur et à mesure que le temps passe, d’autres personnes montent dans le train. Et ils seront importants : notre fratrie, amis, enfants, même l’amour de notre vie. Beaucoup démissionneront (même l’amour de notre vie) et laisseront un vide plus ou moins grand. D’autres seront si discrets qu’on ne réalisera pas qu’ils ont quitté leurs sièges. Ce voyage en train sera plein de joies, de peines, d’attentes, de bonjours, d’au-revoir et d’adieux. Le succès est d’avoir de bonnes relations avec tous les passagers pourvu qu’on donne le meilleur de nous-mêmes. On ne sait pas à quelle station nous descendrons. Donc vivons heureux, aimons et pardonnons ! Il est important de le faire, car lorsque nous descendrons du train, nous devrions ne laisser que des beaux souvenirs a ceux qui continuent leur voyage… Soyons heureux avec ce que nous avons et remercions le ciel de ce voyage fantastique. Aussi, merci d’être un des passagers de mon train. Et si je dois descendre à la prochaine station, je suis content d’avoir fait un bout de chemin avec vous ! Je veux dire à chaque personne qui lira ce texte que je vous remercie d’être dans ma vie et de voyager dans mon train. »

Jean D’Ormesson

[coolvieilledentelle]

Le train de la vie

A la naissance, on monte dans le train et on rencontre nos parents. Et on croit qu’ils voyageront toujours avec nous. Pourtant, à une station, nos parents descendront du train, nous laissant seuls continuer le voyage… Au fur et à mesure que le temps passe, d’autres personnes montent dans le train. Et ils seront importants : notre fratrie, amis, enfants, même l’amour de notre vie. Beaucoup démissionneront (même l’amour de notre vie) et laisseront un vide plus ou moins grand. D’autres seront si discrets qu’on ne réalisera pas qu’ils ont quitté leurs sièges. Ce voyage en train sera plein de joies, de peines, d’attentes, de bonjours, d’au-revoir et d’adieux. Le succès est d’avoir de bonnes relations avec tous les passagers pourvu qu’on donne le meilleur de nous-mêmes. On ne sait pas à quelle station nous descendrons. Donc vivons heureux, aimons et pardonnons ! Il est important de le faire, car lorsque nous descendrons du train, nous devrions ne laisser que des beaux souvenirs a ceux qui continuent leur voyage… Soyons heureux avec ce que nous avons et remercions le ciel de ce voyage fantastique. Aussi, merci d’être un des passagers de mon train. Et si je dois descendre à la prochaine station, je suis content d’avoir fait un bout de chemin avec vous ! Je veux dire à chaque personne qui lira ce texte que je vous remercie d’être dans ma vie et de voyager dans mon train. »

Jean D’Ormesson

[hrshlandturtles]

damn like....

Would I have loved to have rise season 3? Yes.

Would it be fairer for rise to have a series rather than mutant mayhem? NO

Because here's the thing that y'all don't seem to get here.

You want a rise season 3 because it got nuked, and they only got a movie afterwards. You want a rise season 3 because the ideas of the team were amazing and it isn't fair that it got cut short.

But to be here and saying that you rather have a season 3 of a series that existed and had time to be loved rather than a movie that hasn't even come out yet?????

What is wrong with you???? Give the damn

Rise got nuked? Be annoyed at the people who nuked it, not the new tmnt movie. Y'all are so blinded by not having had what you wanted that you have to be asses to the new iteration.

You're hyped about mutant mayhem getting a series? That's awesome. Now separate your feelings and stopped putting iterations against each other, this isn't a competition.

gosh. can yall hush.

[sayitalianolearns]

Multilingual basic vocabulary

ENG - ITA - FRA - ESP - KOR

hello/hi - salve/ciao - salut - hola - 안녕하세요/안녕

good morning - buongiorno - bonjour - buen día/buenos días - 좋은 아침이에요

good night - buonanotte - bonne nuit - buenas noches - 안녕히 주무세요

see you soon/see you next time - a presto/arrivederci/alla prossima - à bientôt/au revoir - hasta pronto/nos vemos pronto/hasta luego/adiós - 또 만나요/곧 만나요

goodbye - arrivederci/addio - au revoir/adieu - adiós - 안녕/안녕히 가세요/안녕히 계세요

see you tomorrow - a domani - à demain - hasta mañana - 내일 만나요

have a good day - buona giornata - bonne journée - que tenga un buen día - 좋은 하루 보내세요

yes - sì - oui/ouais - sí/claro/vale - 네

no - no - non - no - 아니

I don't know - non lo so - je ne sais pas - no sé - 모르겠어요

please? - per favore/per piacere? - pour plaisir/s'il vous plaît? - ¿por favor? - 부탁합니다?

yes, please - sì, per favore/per piacere - oui, s'il vous plaît - sí, por favor - 네, 주세요

thank you - grazie - merci - gracias - 감사합니다/고맙습니다

I'm fine - tutto okay/sto bene - ça va/je vais bien - estoy bien - 괜찮습니다/괜찮아요

excuse me - (mi) scusi/chiedo scusa/scusa(mi) - désolé/excusez-moi - disculpa/disculpe/perdón - 실례합니다

I'm sorry - mi dispiace/mi spiace - (je suis) désolé - lo siento - 죄송합니다

okay - va bene/ok - d'accord/ça rule/okay/ça marche - bueno/ok/está bien - 알았어요/괜찮아요

You're welcome - di nulla/prego - de rien/pas de quoi - de nada - 천만에요

I don't understand - non capisco - je ne comprends pas - no entiendo/no comprendo - 이해가 안 돼요