#parieurs

[toutplacid]

PMU rue Pelleport, Paris 20e – stylo-bille quatre couleurs, page du livre 2007 (L’Association).

[flmed]

somber hues are peering down upon the baby's serene face as the man's index finger is brushing the baby's cheek . . . there's an unknown, lingered melancholy as he watches the little creature is breathing softly against the pacifier whilst their little hands are unclenching &. clenching; perhaps a tear has fallen from his eye as he remembers the distant memory of his head fell upon anaïs' stomach to listen to the fleeting heartbeats of their child, or rather her child, but the feeling itself brings a tamed simper of nostalgia.

nostalgia: it comes from the word nostos, which means returns home &. algos, which means pain. german has the word heimweh that has a meaning: homesickness. but can he be nostalgic when there's no home to return to?

forcefully, he wipes the tear from his cheek as he hears the door is opening &. someone approaches him; the familiar footsteps have convinced him to straightening his stance whilst a soft whisper intrude the tranquility. johann is shrugging whimsically as a soft chuckle is emitting from his brims, concealing the woe before glancing next to @parieur ,

‘ well. you gotta be specific, nothing has truly changed, except the fact that you spawned yourself in forms of little children, ’ the man's fingertips are moving to the baby's hair as he sweeps gently the tresses from the little babe's face.

nostalgia, the feeling of wanting to go home; perhaps marcel did find a home within his company as he is reminiscing by-gones, &. it makes him scoffing upon the thought, merely because of the years have passed &. they have been inseparable .. it is uncanny to ponders upon their friendship, however to be nostalgic about it seems natural because they have changed unwillingly, &. yet still remain the same, ‘ did you ever think that you can achieve this? truthfully, i didn't think that you have the will to settle down. ’

" do you remember how it used to be ? " / from here .

[walker-diaries]

[wellfell]

 it's a luxurious cafe in the middle of a mall that akina wouldn't even dream about coming to , after she lost every single penny to her father's name anyway — his demise gifted her her freedom , could she really ask for anything else ? the cafe serves her tiramisu in a black plate , the waiter wants to say something but she waves him off and takes a sip from her milkshake . ❛ alright alright . another question . ❜  one long finger points at them , waves between them gently before she takes her fork ; they seem so done with her , fidgeting , looking up in worry when she talks a bit loudly . cuties . ❛ have you two fucked at some point too ? ❜

  * @flmed / @parieur ; ily guys . (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[wolfehunt]

LE CHIFFRE : " m'not livin' n'the fuckin' city, chiff. " irritable tone bites on her tongue as she lifted her glare from her phone to her . . . boyfriend ? baby - daddy ? jesus christ, what she wouldn't give for a stiff drink. whatever marcel is to her now, it's not enough to change her mind. tossing her cell aside, she crossed her arms over her chest, and stared at him with stubborn petulance. " i'd kill m'self in a week. " if that. disgust settles on the curl of her lip. she's pissed, and tired, and her constant craving's are driving her up the fucking wall. it wasn't this bad with parker this early on. and naturally, she's gonna take it out on @parieur. it's his fault, after all.

[thefixeraa]

... starter call , @parieur : accepting .

a cool demeanor , a nonchalant air ... chaos thrived in these tense moments , and yet it doesn't seem to bother her at all . the fixer felt more at home here among the stress and uncertainty . she was always used to the way change comes with time ( as opposed to the other party , who can't deal with the slightest inconvenience . ) whether it put her in a good or bad position , it was mia's ability to stay on her feet at all times and always , BE ONE STEP AHEAD OF EVERYONE ELSE . it figures a man so rigid and by the books , could not afford for anything to go ass up . everything needed to be perfect , even if it wasn't . mia's duffle bad sildes off her shoulder , and in it goes into the trunk with an audible thump . head bobs along with his words ( she sniffs the air and all she could smell was the coming storm . BLOOD WAS SURE TO BE SPILLED . )

mia goes to shove her duffle bag further into the trunk of the car . when the gps was put into her view , " no roads and armed men , in the ass end of where ever the fuck we are ? " her head nods off to the side and then chuckles , " sounds like a fuckin' party . " her body straightens and leans against the car , the seriousness that pertains to this job is quite evident in marcel's voice . " can't forget the reason why you dragged my ass outta bed , just to cover yours . " naturally the little jab is said with humorous intent , becuase it can't always just be serious . which will be expertly protected while she was there , so he needn't worry too much about it . plus ... SHE'S HERE TO LIGHTEN THE LOAD . " is there any particular group of people i have to worry about more ? "

[thefixer]

He had far more interesting dates in mind when came to Mia, far more meaningful ones between the two of them, but when the world held February 14th as such a symbol of love, how could he ignore to show it to her as well? [ Marcel knew, after all, that she liked little celebrations ]. He had left the table saying he would get ready for the day, but came back a couple minutes after, hands behind back, poorly hiding the rectangular large wooden box, and the Artemis terracotta antefix within. She wasn't the simplest woman to pick gifts for. ❛❛  You know I usually get things you can wear, but I thought maybe something for your collections would be better this time.  ❜❜ The box was set on the table in front of her, lips formed a grin. ❛❛  <<Happy valentine's day, Minette. >> ❜❜

valentines day ...      one of those holiday's that ought to be forgotten instead of celebrated .   a hallmark holiday marketed solely for sappy ,   idiot couples and a reminder to the loner that they are ,   in fact alone   (   showing one's love for another should be shown everyday ,   not just on a fixed date .   )   mia didn't particularly follow valentine's day because she remained single for so long .   however she came around to the idea of it slowly even though she expressed her love freely when around marcel .   he knew she wasn't that much of a fan but still somehow made it a special day anyway .   she figured out eventually that he was more sentimental to things than he let's on .   which of course she found endearing ,   much like the many other qualities about him that makes him uniquely special .   

his gifts were always special and they weren't just a pair of earrings or a bracelet .   marcel would always go above and beyond with his gifts because he knew she wasn't an ordinary woman .   when he walked back into their kitchen with a large box ,   after he had just left to get ready .   she knew she was in for a treat ,   and boy was she .   inside of the box something not only rare but something really meaningful .   something that tickled a part of her personality that he knew he should nurture rather than shun .   mia's eyes grew wide while the tips of her finger's run over the face of artemis ,   and a wide smile forms on her lips .   " oh you've done good , "   she says before her lips part into a grin and she looks up at him .   " you've done real good , "   she adds before pulling him down by robe and planting a kiss on his lips .

[cartelheir]

❣

3 pros & 3 cons of dating pat

pros :

pat's the kind of girlfriend who doesn't have to be asked to do nice gestures of affection to a partner, such as bringing them coffee or food or helping them out with a task to get some work off their back.

i guess this can be a pro or a con depending on the other person, but she wants to have children. although strict and bossy, she'll definitely be a loving mother.

she always remembers birthdays and important dates, even with a very busy schedule.

cons :

she's high maintenance as fuck. if you're looking for a chill, low-effort relationship, pat's not the woman for you. this is good because she actually puts effort into the relationship, but she'll very easily be frustrated if she feels like her partner is getting lazy.

she's a very confrontational person, and she can't stand it when someone is clearly just agreeing with what she says to avoid conflict. she'd rather fight everyday with someone who faces her head-on than deal with a pushover.

she'll absolutely cheat if she's unhappy or bored in the relationship. also, if you break up after a fight and she sleeps with someone else a day later she doesn't consider it cheating lmao (even if she would be upset if this was done to her).

[abusedog]

[ TXT 📲 LeShuffle ] so [ TXT 📲 LeShuffle ] how's the fancy poker game going ?

@parieur // text from rome

[flmed]

incorrect quotes featuring @parieur

[crimewriter]

META   +  Food pra pat!

It shouldn't come as a surprise that Pat's favorite cuisine (as well as the only one she really knows how to cook) is Mexican. Street elotes, pork pozole, birria tacos, chiles rellenos, and aguachile are some of her favorite dishes. She enjoys some spice in her food and definitely would have trouble cooking for someone who can't handle spicy food at all (not that she cooks very often, but sometimes the mood strikes her).

In a general sense, food can be a bit of a source of stress for Pat, because she often worries about gaining weight. It's not that she won't ever treat herself, but on the day to day you'll most likely catch her eating salads, or even ordering something nice but otherwise bland at a restaurant, like the smoked salmon with green beans instead of the penne alla vodka she actually wanted.

But when she's feeling really stressed, that's when the greasy food comes in. She'll be craving burgers and pizza and chocolate and, of course, the extra cheesy quesadillas her dad used to make like crazy. Indulging obviously results on more stress as she works out extra hard to make up for it.

As for desserts, her favorites are churros, tiramisù, or just anything chocolate. She doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, but definitely loves chocolate. Mexican hot chocolate is also a staple that she often goes to in colder nights when she's craving comfort and childhood nostalgia.

Another detail to finish off is Pat will rarely refuse food that's offered to her, specially if it's from a different culture/country, unless it's something extremely unusual. She just finds it disrespectful. She's not much of a picky eater at all and enjoys, or at least tolerates, a variety of cuisines.

[enraige]

     _      received  from  @parieur     ➝     a taste of heavenly light.     "   i'm damned if i do, i'm damned if i don't   " ( accepting )

Kendra is not the type for indecision. If there were ever a choice to be made, and the answer weren't OBVIOUS, she is not the kind of woman to agonise over the pros and cons, weighing up each option to make an informed decision- if all else failed, flip a fucking coin. It only has two sides. Jade stare flits across to Le Chiffre from where she stands at the window of his home office, arms folded loosely over her chest, ankles crossed one over the other as she balances, resting against the wall behind her. " So you're DAMNED either way? " Drawled tongue follows the gentle curvature of her brow, fingers flexing into the flesh of her bicep, blonde hair falling into her eyes as she cocked her head, curiously. " Why? "

Setting sun casts a slowly fading GOLDEN GLOW over the features of her face, and Kendra moved. Pushing away from the wall, she moved towards him, dropping her hand to drag the tips of her fingers over the surface of his desk before she came to a standstill, her hip against the edge. " Sounds like m'either NOT gonna like what you're doin', or I'm gonna want in. " The point of her nail twists, digging into the wood absentmindedly, unintentionally leaving her mark embedded in the wood, before she crooked her jaw and lifted one shoulder with deceiving innocence, eyes lifting to meet her husband's conflicted gaze. " There is no do or don't, baby. There's only what's best for us, and ours. I don't care 'bout damnation. If y'goin' t'hell, I'm comin' with you. "

[t0mbraid]

she  is  upset  with  herself  that  was  off  the  mark  this  time  ‘round.  a  strategic  eye  and  logical  mindset  was  something  she  was  proud  of  but  she  had  let  it  slip,  but  she  doesn’t  want  anyone  to  know  that  pedro  dominguez  had  the  upper  hand  —  she  barely  got  a  chance  to  fight  back  with  the  excruciating  pain  from  the  surprise  attack,  the  bullet  in  her  arm  as  she  bandages  the  wound  with  quick  haste.  worst  of  all,  being  in  the  unfortunate  company  of  chiffre  was  something  unplanned  as  she  drops  the  scissors  onto  the  white  fluffy  carpet,  tainting  it  with  blood  as  she  presses  pressure  on  the  wound  with  her  hand,  biting  on  her  lower  lip  —  she’s  dealt  with  much  worse.  she  can  handle  this.

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

croft   almost  groans  at  the  remark, his words stinging, sparking an anger she didn't recognise.  “  for  someone  that  only  has  one  eye,  you  have  the  most  remarkable  sight.  ”  she  can’t  help  herself  when  she  turns  to  look  at  @parieur,  a  scowl  evident  on  her  features  as  she  cuts  the  bandage  with  a  shaky  hand,  “  i  was  off  my  game.  how  stupid  of  me  …  “  she  mutters,  noticing  her  hand  is  now  covered  in  blood,  and  it  begins  to  trickle  down  her  shirt as she nurses her arm,  and  unfortunately,  on  the  carpet.  “  i  need  to  find  out  how  he  knew  i  was  here.  ”

[wolfehunt]

* / ( ⁰³ ) — : love made me crazy ( parieur. * / ( ⁰³ ) — : kendra + marcel ( parieur. * / ( ⁰⁴ ) — : these fatal fantasies ( huntedvideo. * / ( ⁰⁴ ) — : kendra + finley ( huntedvideo. * / ( ⁰⁵ ) — : this is what it feels like ( literare. * / ( ⁰⁵ ) — : kendra & hannah ( literare.

[thefixeraa]

* @parieur , marcel hardly ever was late , but today was one of those days , the drive to the diamond district taking longer than he had hope . " sorry i'm late , but i had to do something ... " he placed the red large paper bag in front of her , a smile on his face ever since he saw the little thing , a plushy grey seal with stripped belly ( the better choice between a beluga , an octopus and a turtle , ) and decided to buy it . it had been a rocky road before , one that had him holding back for a few months to wait and see , but now that things seemed to have come out on the bright side , it felt appropriate to now start planning ahead . " we don't know what they are yet but , i thought it would be cute regardless . "

it has been a little over three months now , and with the knowledge that her pregnancy was stable and healthy . it was time to look to the future and be joyful . it's been difficult to stay pregnant , despite being fertile and not having any issues to conceive . this whole thing was fairly hard on mia , her mind and body both suffering from the conclusion of a miscarriage . she stayed hopeful ( or at least tried to , ) because these things happen . it's normal : she kept telling herself ... none of that changed the way she felt it difficult to get out of bed or eat . none of that mattered because she still mourned the loss of a potential life .

hand roams over the small swell of her stomach , the thought that life was growing inside of her was ... surreal to say the least . never in her life , and this is very typical of someone who lives the way she has . never did she think that this was possible . the idea alone was farfetched and unreachable - it was crazy to think that anyone , including herself could be a parent . a mother . yes marcel has told her before she'd make a great one , but she didn't believe it ( and often still thinks she wouldn't be . ) maybe that is at best an insecurity , because she would be the first one to tell you she ins't at all confident in this . it's to be expected anyhow , but the thought that all of this was happening , it didn't seem real . it was however , and before she knows it , she'll be kicking and screaming and pushing this child out .

her thoughts are focused to the present , moment she hears the front door open . she blinks as marcel moves through the foyer , the red paper bag is the first thing she notices ... she also knows where that paper bag is from . the logo ' fao schwarz ' centered in the middle , her dark brow arching at him as it is then placed in front of her . offering little explanation , its on her to take a peak on what's inside . she pushes away the thin , white tissue paper and finds the large head of the seal . lifting it out of the bag , her lips pull into a wide closed smile , eyes immediately lighting up . " aww , " she says almost immediately as she holds it out in front of her . " look at this fuckin' thing , " adding to the previous statement . " you sure are preparing this kid for the aquatic life , " which she holds no qualms of , as she is very particular with aquatic mammals herself .

a little giggle is let out as she rounds the long kitchen island and slips her arms around his waist . a small kiss pressed against his lips as for one , a greeting and also as a appreciative gesture . as she pulls away that same smile is fixed on her face , her eyes are pulled up to marcel's as she holds him close . " our baby is going to be so loved knowing it's got you as their father . "

[thefixer]

  ...    starter call , @parieur  //  no longer accepting .  the salt of the sea ━━━  of the water and air .  the wind blows through her blonde locks as the boat sails steadily beneath her .  she's been on this thing for a while now ...  three weeks or so  (  and honestly she really hasn't spent the time keeping track ,  though headquarters tells her it's april the eighth and she had set sail last month .  )  she's been a good girl ,  a good soldier .  taking this assignment up and sacrificing her own time ,  her energy and not to mention her body to get close to le chiffre .  not to kill him ...  unless there was a pretty damn good excuse to ,  but to just monitor his movement and see what his current activities were .  

don't get close ,  don't be suspicious .  no unnecessary moves that would otherwise blow your cover .  she couldn't do anything even if she knew that people would suffer .  she had a part to play and like we've already established ━━━ ,  she's a good soldier .

her eyes were closed momentarily while focusing on the sounds of the boat pushing through the water .  mia's eyes only open a minute or two later ,  and watches a school of dolphins play in the far distance .  there's a hint of a smile that spreads across these full ,  ruby lips of hers .  it's then that she turns her head to see le chiffre talking with one of his men .  stealing his gaze for a moment before she turns her head back to face the water .  she could imagine what he see's ...  this blonde buxom woman  (  his taste really ...  being french was just a bonus to him .  )  hearing his footsteps come closer ,  a kiss pressed against her forehead ,  making her lean ever so into it .  " arriverons-nous bientôt ? "  she steals his gaze once more ,  " autant j'ai apprécié mon temps sur ton bateau, chérie.  je suis enfermé dans ce bateau depuis trop longtemps. "