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[honeygleam]

she spent so many hours under the sun lamps (1985) dir. philippe garrel

[gunsandspaceships]

Is Tony REALLY addicted to coffee?

The poll shows that the vast majority of fans (84%) believe that Tony cannot live without coffee.

Nope.

Let's see what he drinks.

Iron Man (2008):

0:11:55 and 1:14:25 - Mineral water Perrier (a lot in the fridge), Espresso machine and espresso cups in the lab. He used to drink a lot of espresso.

0:12:15 - espresso in the morning.

Deleted scene "Tony & Rhodey on Stark Jet" - coffee and juice in the morning.

0:12:15 and 0:26:55 - tea and water in the cave (not many options there).

0:54:20 - working on Mark 2 - coffee mug on his desk and 0:56:55 - a few days later - there are 2 coffee mugs (white and black) next to the desk.

0:57:25 - perhaps the next day, Pepper brought him another mug (though he has a coffee maker in his lab, and he probably poured the previous cups and mugs himself), and at 1:05:25 - the same mug, half full of black coffee. Tony did not touch it for quite a while.

1:06:15 - Smoothie: Begins (there's a full blender).

Conclusion for IM1: coffee seems to be his favorite drink, he has an espresso machine in his lab, drinks espresso or black coffee and juice in the morning, 2-3 mugs of black coffee during the day, smoothie in the evening, sometimes drinks mineral water. Had to drink tea in the cave.

Iron Man 2:

0:18:20 - U makes him smoothie (he tries). You can see Dr Pepper and mineral water in the fridge. The espresso machine is still there, but the cups are gone. Tony switched from coffee to chlorophyll.

0:23:45 - chlorophyll all day.

0:49:20 - chlorophyll.

1:01:40 - coffee with Nick in the morning.

1:07:05 - mineral water with Nick.

1:09:25 - tried to get more coffee but Coulson said no.

1:13:20 - drinks Dr Pepper with ice instead.

Conclusion for IM2: Tony had to drink chlorophyll to reduce symptoms of palladium poisoning. He stopped drinking espresso. Drank coffee occasionally and only from cafes. Started drinking soda (Dr Pepper). Also drank smoothies and mineral water.

The Avengers:

1:39:45 and 2:12:55 - no coffee machine in Tony's penthouse. But the blender is there. Tony drinks his smoothie.

2:22:20 - the team is drinking something, maybe coffee, maybe not.

Conclusion for The Avengers: Tony didn't drink coffee, even in the lab. We don't see a coffee machine in his penthouse. But he drinks a lot of smoothies (which we can tell by the presence of the blender).

P.S. If Marvel wanted to show that Tony drinks a lot of coffee, they would have shown us a coffee machine, not a blender with smoothies.

Iron Man 3:

0:10:50 - Tony is in a restaurant with Rhodey and drinking water.

0:21:05 - water with dinner.

0:45:05 - Tony asked Harley for a tuna sandwich, but didn't ask for coffee or anything else to drink. He could just drink water from a sink.

0:52:25 - most likely water. Again.

1:12:30 - energy drink? He'll need it.

Conclusion for IM3: no coffee. Seems like Tony is addicted to water though.

Age of Ultron:

0:16:50 - looks like old pal chlorophyll.

0:20:40 - Dr Pepper.

0:20:45 - the only time in the movie we see Tony drinking coffee (probably). In several scenes in the lab there is a black mug, but it is Bruce's (0:41:42).

1:08:58 and 1:14:09 - lemonade?

Conclusion for AoU: Tony drinks anything - smoothies, chlorophyll, soda, coffee, lemonade. We only saw him drink coffee once here. There's only a blender in his space, no mugs around in the lab (only Bruce's one).

Civil War:

0:29:15 - Tony washed down a pill with water from an electric kettle.

1:17:40 - Tony and May drink tea. He could have asked May to pour him coffee, but for some reason chose tea.

Conclusion for CW: very very strange. Tony drinks tea. And doesn't drink coffee.

Spider-Man Homecoming:

Only (probably) lemonade at 0:37:30.

Infinity War:

No drinks.

Endgame:

0:34:17 - maybe cold coffee, maybe something else.

0:39:35 - something in his bottle, impossible to say what. Probably not coffee.

1:02:19 - coffee from a cafe.

1:05:00 - there are 2 cups on the desk, most likely for Nat and Tony.

Conclusion for Endgame: coffee is back as a favorite drink it seems. After 15 years of smoothies and water.

So, no addiction. Tony can drink anything, even tea.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

If You Can't Dance 2

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, other possible triggers. Proceed with caution.

Note: this is what you get when you encourage me. Please leave any and all feedback! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Part of The Club AU

The man lets you go as the bouncer approaches again. He hands over a green bottle of Perrier. The stranger uncaps it and offers it to you as the carbonation hisses from the open neck.

“Have a drink,” he says gently.

You take the bottle and gulp, the bubbles nearly choking you. He looms there with you, watching you drink. You pop your mouth off the bottle and stare at his lapel.

“I'm sorry,” you gasp, “I think I'll be okay now.”

“No need to apologise,” he assures you. “I'll stay with you until you're better.”

“You don't…” he leans in again and your breath catches, “you don't have to do that.”

“Oh, I couldn't leave you. Go on, have some more water,” he says, “Jonathan, by the way, I'm afraid our introduction was lacking.”

You're confused. You don't know this man. Why is he so interested? You glance over at the pretty girls in their mini skirts and strappy dresses.

“And you?” He prompts.

You give your name to the brim of the bottle before you swig again. You rub you cheek then let your hand drop to your stomach. You cringe at the gurgle in your stomach. 

“Have a bit much to drink?” He asks.

“I don't… I don't drink,” you answer, “but… they gave me it.”

“They? A friend?”

“Coworker.”

“Ah, a work outing. Rather odd choice for that but who am I to say? I was lured here upon the premise of business myself.”

You hand the bottle back to him and hug yourself. He twists the cap on as you peer down the street. They probably won't even notice you're gone.

“I should go,” you stand up, “thanks, uh, sir, for your help.”

“Go? Are you driving?”

“Yeah, my car is over…” you trail off as you brave a glance up at him. His blonde hair is tidy and his eyes are a perfect shade of sky blue. “...there.”

“You can't drive, you said you've been drinking,” he tilts his head.

“Oh, uh, I guess,” you peel around, keeping your arms crossed, “a taxi…”

“We could share? I have an early morning meeting so I'll be off about now.”

“Oh, no, that's fine–”

“I don't mind. In fact, I'd be more bothered to send you of not knowing if you got home safe,” he intones.

“But… you don't know me.”

“Well, you can't get to know people if you don't start there,” he chuckles lightly, “how are you feeling now, then? Calmer?”

You nod. He holds out the bottle. 

“Keep it. Finish it if you can. It will help sober you up,” he lets you take the bottle before he turns and raises his arm, hailing down the street for the approaching headlights. You'd be on the curb for a while before anyone saw you jumping and waving. That would be embarrassing. 

“Dear,” he looks back at you as a yellow cab approaches.

“I said…” you don't bother repeating yourself. People don't hear you. It's why you prefer email or IM.

The driver is there. That's a safeguard, right? The man, Jonathan, opens the door for you and you get in. He goes around the other side and gives his address, “but first…” he gestures to you.

You say your own address as you place the water bottle in the cup holder and buckle in. You stare out the window and watch the street roll by as the car pulls out. You keep yourself nestled into the door, making yourself as small as you can.

“So… coworkers… what do you do for work?”

“Code.”

“Ah, interesting, valuable skill set. I have many coders on my team. Always reliable, always honest.”

You nod. What do you say? Your work isn't exciting and the few times you worked with other coders were less than pleasant.

Silence. A strangling dearth of sound. You fidget, wiping your sweaty palms on your skirt. You just want to get home. The prospect of having to pick your car up the next day adds to your anxiety.

“I am rather too talkative for my own good,” he chuckles.

The driver seems to take a hint and flips on the radio. You exhale, relieved for the white noise, and refocus out the window.

It's an odd end to the night. You knew going out would probably be unsettling but this is all so strange. You suppose you've been in your own space for too long. You've never been good with other people.

As you recognise the street you're one, you sit up. Jonathan inhales and hooks one leg over the other. The driver steers around the corner sharply and nearly has you falling across the seat. You slap a hand on the leather and resist the physics. 

You peek up and meet Jonathan's eye. An accident that has you boiling and looking away. You see your house and lean forward.

As the driver stops, you pull at the purse slung around your body. You look at the meter and search for your wallet in the slouchy body of the bag. Jonathan tuts and flutters his fingers at you.

“My treat. Please, save your money.”

“But–” you gulp back a response. You should pay but you also shouldn’t argue with kindness. That’s what your mother always said.

You click the seat belt and let it recoil. Your hand is already on the door as you’re ready to run and hide. The man says your name. You pause and look back, not wanting to be rude.

“Well, have a good night,” he drawls.

“Oh, uh, thank you, you too,” you pull the handle.

“Very nice meeting you,” he calls softly, right before you close the door.

[hantaslittlearsonist]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

Fluff and humour with Cheslock in honnor of my fav coworker.

Cheslock was leaning on the counter, writing down a customer's order. It was so hot — even in the small well-ventilated booth you were hiding from the worst of the heat in — that he had commented earlier he "felt like the inside of the dishwasher". 37°C weather should be illegal, in your opinion.

Not that Cheslock had helped his own case, in his black jean shorts and Tokyo Ghoul tee. He looked good. But hot. Overheating hot. The tee tapered in a little at the waist; the fabric was pulled in by two deliberate stitches, placed just right so they gave him a slight hourglass shape. That, added to his oversized shorts, almost made it look like he was wearing a knee-length dress from far enough away. He had ommited styling his hair today — he said it would have "deflated with the heat anyway" — so it flopped over his forehead and into his eyes and he kept having to shake his head so he could see what he was writing.

'An Orangina and a Perrier with lemon please. Oh, and a Nutella pancake for the kid.' The client listed.

You wondered why said kid wanted a pancake in this heat. Silently judging them, you went off into the back room to prepare it.

When you came back with the pancake, Cheslock was still leaning on the counter, one of his legs bent, the other stretched out straight and bearing all of his weight. He was almost lying on it at this point. The customer paid for their order, tapping their card onto the terminal too fast and having to redo it.

Pancake plate and cutlery in hand, your eyes were attracted to something white on the ass of Cheslock's shorts. You frowned, what is that?

"Muffins."

Cheslock had "Muffins" written backwards on his ass in chalk. You struggled to choke down a laugh, turning it into a clearing of your throat.

Once the customer had carried their order off, you started laughing. Tears welled up in your eyes and you bent over with a hand braced on the counter.

"Muffins."

You thought that was an apt way to describe Cheslock's ass, yes. "Muffins."

Cheslock, on the other hand, stood there looking like a Sim waiting for their next task.

'What?'

You wheezed. 'Chalk-'

Cheslock quirked his eyebrow. 'Chalk?'

'You- pffft you must have leaned on the chalkboard!' You forced yourself to take a deep breath, only to start laughing again. In a rediculously high pitched voice you said: 'There's "Muffins" on your ass, Ches!'

The idiot then decided to spin on himself, trying to get a clear look of his ass. You doubled over, a hand smacking the counter next to you as you watched him do a couple circles before giving up and pouting.

'I can't see...' He complained, half a grin already pulling at his lips. 'Take a photo, will you?'

You grabbed your phone, focused the lense on the mirrored word by tapping on Cheslock's ass through the screen — this made you snort another laugh — and took the picture. He stepped in close to you, the front of his shoulder brushing the back of yours to look at it. He stared at the photo of the bright white "Muffins" centered perfectly over his ass, the only way it could have been better was if it hadn't been mirrored. It was his turn to double over.

'How long have I been walking around like that?' He struggled through peals of boyish laughter.

'I don't know... But it's an accurate description.' You answered, smacking his back a few times for effect.

He laughed harder still. 'You're not wrong...'

Cheslock dusted at the letters. He managed to pat away most of the chalk but missed a few spots.

'Is it gone?'

It wasn't, the outline of the "M" remained as well as one of the "f"s and the "s". You shook your head.

'Get it for me?' He prompted, bracing his hands on the counter, leaning over and looking back at you like he was asking for something a little more risqué.

The image made you blush. You patted the chalk off his jeans none the less.

[ktarsims]

Life Updates and Such...

Soooo.... many things! At the moment, I've finally pulled myself somewhat out of the doldrums caused by lack-of-job + job-search-sucks and am making all the preparations for celebrating the end of this year and the start of a new one.

I think I've binged something like 30+ anime series in the last month or so, along with reading many many books.

Today, I've finally got some bots working in the Creator's Cave discord, to make things a bit easier there. There are more updates I still need to do, but it's a start.

My hope for this week, is that in addition to my preparations for New Year's, I'll be able to actually finish my project of turning some of my flower photos into TS3 art. No promises, but I'm hopeful.

Below the cut, for the curious or nosy, the menu and preparations for New Year's.

Before anyone starts to wonder... two of the friends coming to my place for New Year's are really really into Pumpkin, so this is reflected here. Yes, this is probably too much food and drink for... 6 people, but hey... leftovers.

**Food** 1 frozen lasagna, family size 1 batch homemade mac&cheese (made by not me) Cheeses! (Extra sharp white cheddar, brie, various spreadables, 3 varieties of goat cheese) Crackers! (Ritz garlic butter, rosemary flatbread, 5 other assorted) Meats! (Summer sausage, dry salame, fig salame) Tea Sandwiches! (Cream cheese + smoke salmon or cucumber or jam) Scones! (I plan to make at least 3 varieties, but haven't yet decided which.) Oven ready appetizers! (Takoyaki, bagel bites, baked potato skins, loaded tater tots, mini quiches, mozzarella sticks, and more.) Shrimp Cocktail platter Veggie Platter Sweet Maui Onion potato chips Homemade snack mix (Corn Chex, Rice Chex, Pretzels, Cashews, Pistachios, white cheddar cheeze-its, white cheddar cheese puffs)

**Sweets** Pumpkin Spice Twinkies Iced Pumpkin Cupcakes (this is also hostess brand) Yackwa Korean donuts (gift from a neighbor) Assorted flavors of KitKats Pumpkin Pie yogurt covered pretzels Butter Rum Crunch popcorn Bourbon Crunch popcorn Milk Chocolate cherry cordials Other assorted chocolates

**Non-Alcoholic Drinks** Five different flavors of Martinellis sparkling cider Pumpkin Spice cold brewed tea (caffeinated) Pumpkin Creme Rooibos cold brew tea (herbal) Pumpkin Pie cold brew tea (herbal) Various Gatorade

**Alcoholic Drinks** 'Strong Mead' from a cider festival (gift from friend) Expensive bottle of Sake 'Demon Slayer' 1 bottle Louis Perrier Champagne for ringing in the new year Berenjaeger Green Apple Sake Peach Sake Umeshu Plum Wine Matcha Plum Wine (I'm really curious about this one) Butterscotch Shnapps Pumpkin hard Cider Dark Chocolate Cherry Moonshine Eggo Brunch Sippin' Cream A cupboard full of other assorted things that probably won't be looked at.

[jjksblackgf]

dámelo dos, papi | 2seok (m)

pairing — papi!seokjin x reader x hoseok summary — Seokjin always knows how to get you out of a bad mood. He brings out his secret weapon, Jung Hoseok. genre — smut, pwp, mafia au i guess rate — 21+ word count — 3.7k warnings — explicit sexual content, alcohol intake, crime related conversations, threesome, nipple play, anal play, protected sex, double penetration, masturbation (f & m receiving), cunnilingus, voyerism, light choking, multiple orgasms author’s note — this has been a year in the works, so i'm glad it's finally out! big thanks to Isi @raplinesmoon for taking a look at my notes and outline many moons ago.

Dancing right below the glamorous chandelier, Seokjin’s black suit contrasted beautifully to my red dress. All guests had eyes on us as they sipped the finest Laurent-Perrier champagne and ate their Parma ham with truffled burrate. This night couldn’t be on the top 10 worst nights of my life. Nonetheless, the preppy white-collar businessmen who chatted around us were always a reminder that this wasn’t a leisure event.

Seokjin held me tighter to his chest as he swayed me around the dance floor. He already knew that I didn’t like these events, and my deep sigh let him know I was reaching my limit.

“This is boring,” I whispered to Jin’s ear. “Can’t we leave?”

“You know we can’t, baby. Be a good girl so I can reward you later, eh? Keep in mind the little gift I gave you earlier.”

I knew it wasn’t an empty promise, Jin never joked about pleasing me, especially when buttplugs were involved. 

But it didn’t really move my mood. This was probably one too many. One too many corrupt people to please, one to many dangerous tasks to complete. One too many risks to take. Waking up one day and not knowing if I would see Seokjin at night. Did it matter that the job paid ten times more than your average surgeon?

“I want you to stop pouting,” Seokjin said to my ear after a minute. “It’s adorable, but I know the reason why, and it breaks my heart.”

“Aren’t you a softie?” I retorted sarcastically.

“Only for you,” he whispered before kissing my neck. 

That thawed my heart. I may not like the reason why I’m here, and I may not always understand why, but that’s the man I fell in love with. With all his flaws. The song ended, and he hugged me tight before leading us to our table. 

“I was going to start applauding, but I would be the only one doing it,” Hoseok started with a big grin, “You two have a plan B if this laundering thing doesn't work out.” I snorted and Jin rolled his eyes.

“You know what-” Seokjin started “No, you won’t, I’m not going to entertain this,” he gave me a look and got up “I’m going to the bar, can I bring you anything?”

“Surprise me,” I responded with a small smile. I watched as he walked away with stiff shoulders. I was still being an annoying pain in the ass, and I couldn’t let my bad mood ruin his’ even further, so it was time for a change in attitude. 

“So,” I said to Hoseok, “how’s the left wing of Seokjin’s crew?” He wasn't paying attention to me, just mainly looking around the room, bobbing his head to classical music. But he turned to look at me.

“Just the same, you know how they are,” he shrugged. “Corey started chatting up the wrong police officer last week. I almost had a heart attack, and then Steve almost got into a fight with one of the Kobariv’s guys…” he sighed and brushed his fingers across his forehead. 

“So you’re just running around putting out fires,” I chuckled and he joined.

“Pretty much. I wish I had your team, though. They’re just always so precise…” I shrugged, very smugly. 

“Maybe they’re scared of pissing off Jin’s girlfriend,” I offered with a shameless smile.

“Do you think if I kissed him in front of everyone they would respect me more, too?” he asked teasingly.

“That’s a weird way of saying you have a crush on me,” Seokjin said, sitting down and handing me a pink drink, he had his signature rye whiskey in hand. I laughed when Hoseok blew several kisses to Jin. 

I reached closer and rested my head to his shoulder. I smiled as his fingers softly caressed my naked back, and his cheek rested on top of my head.

“Aren’t you two just the cutest butter commercial couple?” Hoseok teased, batting his eyelashes and we couldn’t help but chuckle. “Hey, look at that,” he pointed with his chin to the dance floor where a group of three men were dancing. I didn’t know any of them. “They’re with that Snake guy I was telling you earlier.”

“Well, at least they’re allies for now,” Jin said, no emotion in his voice. “Want to go back there and start some friendly competition?” he asked me and I shrugged.

“Why not? I don’t mind winning.” I smiled confidently.

We made it to the floor, and the live band at least had the decency to play something more upbeat. Neither of us cared if there were people watching us dance. Both of my hands were secured around his neck, and his’ traveled freely between my hips and my back as we swayed. His lips also did a trip of their own, kissing my bare shoulder and neck whenever he could. 

I let the music and Jin guide me, throwing my head back a couple of times, giving his lips full access. I closed my eyes and let my hips move to his command. My palms once rested on my neck, after pushing my hair off my face. Jin gently guided me around the room, before placing my hands to his neck and holding my exposed knee close to his thigh for a final dip. 

When he placed me upright, I was a new person. I could almost feel the confidence taking over my veins, clouding my somber thoughts, leaving only lust behind. He held my chin up to hold my gaze. That wasn’t necessary anymore, as I didn’t intend to look at anything that wasn’t Seokjin. He leaned in and our noses touched, I parted my lips in expectation, “You’re intoxicating,” he whispered before he leaned deeper to kiss me. 

I hugged him tighter against my body and felt him relax a little more. I was ready to deepen the kiss when we heard someone clearing their throat. “Mind if I have one?” Hoseok asked, looking at me with a small smile.

I stared into his eyes for a second and was taken aback by his beauty. I never noticed him this way before. His hair was pushed back from his face, making me notice his perfect nose. His small smile made me notice the tiny freckle he had on his upper lip. Seokjin chuckled lightly by my side and kissed my forehead before releasing me. I blinked, coming back to the present.

I approached Hoseok, placing one hand on his shoulder as he took my other. The song was slower this time, and he guided me across the dancefloor. I giggled when he twist-turned me, before hugging me against his chest.

“I see you’re also a dancing expert,” I teased and he laughed too.

“I guess we have a future,” he joked. The sudden flip of my stomach surprised me. I knew he hadn’t meant it like that. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. It didn't go unnoticed. “Yes, get into it,” he whispered into my ear.

I tried to control my breathing, but it was hard as I could feel his thumb caressing my waist, and his palm resting on the bare skin of my back. My attempts were not successful, though.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned. I just nodded, taking a deep breath. He pulled back, probably to see me more clearly. His lips twitched, fighting a smile. “You don’t have to blush-” he started.

“I’m not blushing,” I interrupted him, a little too loudly. A few heads turned to our direction and I closed my eyes again. What's wrong with me?

“You don’t have to blush,” he continued, “I don’t think Seokjin is that preoccupied with us,” he pointed to our table with his chin.

My eyes widened slightly as I gasped. I didn’t even think of Jin. My heart sped up a little, and the damn butterflies were at it again, too. I turned my head to look at him. He was sipping his drink as he looked at us dancing. I was pretty sure he was smirking. I turned my attention back to the dance, shaking my head a little. It was probably the alcohol making me see things, feeling things where they shouldn't be felt.

“I know what will cheer you up,” Hoseok said, looking down at me. He twist-turned me again as the song morphed into a more upbeat tempo. He giggled at my surprised expression before pressing me against his chest again.

I wouldn’t let embarrassment ruin this moment for me, I needed to get back to my good mood. Jin promised me a good time, and I deserved some fun. I squared my shoulders, holding his gaze as I lifted my chin up. “That’s my girl,” he smirked, and the butterflies were set loose again.

I was just going to let loose. If the pathway to fun was to feel things I shouldn't, then so be it. I focused on enjoying the dance with Hoseok. I could hear his breathing, his body close enough to mine that his lips were right above my ear. My hand traveled from his shoulder to his hair, pressing our bodies closer together.

His hands were all over me as he led me on the dancefloor, I could feel his fingertips through the fabric of my dress. Even more tempting when they grazed my spine, before his palm pressed firmly against my back. Every now and then he would bow his head so he could whisper directions to me, and I was almost purring. 

He started humming the song, more to himself, and I couldn't help but smile a little. His eyes sparkled as he let loose, he was clearly in his element. He got more animated as the song progressed and he noticed my encouraging smile. Once the song ended, he curtsied and I laughed, slapping his shoulder. He laughed too and held my hand as we walked back to our table. Jin was waiting for us, a teasing smile on his lips.

“That was nice, I'm feeling a little jealous,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“What can we say, we have chemistry,” Hoseok shrugged. I grabbed Seokjin’s drink and took a sip, avoiding their eyes.

“I hate to be a killjoy, but I need to coordinate some things with you two.”

Strange is a word that could describe the journey from the hotel ballroom to a room Seokjin had just booked. I'm used to his compliments in front of our mutual friends, even in front of people neither of us knew, but somehow this was overboard. I was deep into shame, thinking about how could I be so horny for Hoseok, Seokjin’s best friend and right-hand in business, while dating Seokjin. 

Walking into the elevator, I got to see Seokjin taking a look at me into the corner of his eye. I didn't know if my face showed my inner troubles, and to make matters worse, it looked like he was on a mission to make me feel even more guilty.

“I don’t know if I told you this already,” he started, caressing my cheek as he got closer to me “But red looks amazing on you. Wouldn’t you agree, Hoseok?” 

“Um… S-Sure…?” Hoseok said, trying not to sound so confused. My brows furrowed as I looked at Seokjin’s smirk. He placed his hands on my hips and brought his lips to my jaw. From the corner of my eye, I could see Hoseok looking away.

“Also, you don’t look so bad yourself,” Seokjin turned, complimenting his friend, and Hoseok snorted.

“Man, you really need to get off that whiskey” his tone was playful, if a bit dismissive.

“I’m just saying, we're just very attractive people,” Seokjin shrugged, feigning innocence.

“Jesus Christ…” I whispered, rolling my eyes, making both of them laugh.

I thanked the change of subject as we reached our level and I walked out of the elevator. It was somehow harder than before. I felt a pull towards the two men walking behind me, wanting to be glued to both of them. The evidence was damning, but I wanted to believe the tension was just between me and Seokjin. Either way, I didn’t look at either of them as I walked into the room.

“I’ll be back in a second,” Seokjin said, leaving before he could enter the room, and closing the door behind him.

Needing some fresh air, I reached the balcony and looked at the city lights in front of me. But I couldn’t concentrate on their beauty. Seokjin left the room and somehow the tension was still within me. I could feel Hoseok’s eyes on me, and I gripped the balcony bars, trying to ignore the goosebumps on my skin.

“Hey,” I heard him say behind me. I didn’t hear him approach. His fingers touched my spine again, and I shuddered in desire. “Let’s get inside. You’re feeling cold,” he said in a worried voice. I just shook my head.

“I’m fine.” I heard a rustle of fabric, before feeling the warmth of his jacket. I took a deep breath, and his perfume invaded my head, clouding my thoughts. I looked up at him, and his eyes were weary.

“If you’re feeling weirded out about what Seokjin was saying, we can talk it out. You know that, right?” I nodded again. He took my hand in his and pointed to the bedroom. My eyes widened and I swallowed. “It’s cold out here,” If he noticed my odd reaction, he decided to ignore it. He let go of my hand and walked inside. I followed him.

Seokjin was waiting for us there, sitting in the bed with a devious smile. He raised his eyebrows, clearly amused about something. “Is there something you guys want to tell me?”

“No,” Hoseok and I answered at the same time.

“Look at you two blushing… What did I miss?” he joked. I wasn’t blushing, at least it didn’t feel like I was. But Hoseok was another story. He scratched the back of his neck while looking away. “It’s okay, you can tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” I said, taking Hoseok’s jacket off.

“Oh, okay” Jin started, “So you mean you’re not hot for each other right now?” My eyes widened, and Hoseok started to laugh out of discomfort. “You two looked really into it on that dance floor, and I could feel the tension from here while you two were on that balcony.” 

We looked at each other, quickly looking away. Jin chuckled lightly and came to stand behind me, turning my body so I was looking at Hoseok. “It’s okay to feel horny for him, my love,” he said smoothly, moving my hair to one side, and kissing my shoulder. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off of Hoseok. He was standing there with furrowed brows, but his stance was relaxed. He didn’t want to look at anything else either. Seokjin lifted my chin and started kissing my neck. My breath caught, and my lids slid closed.

“Don’t you want to kiss her neck, too?” Jin asked, his voice a little louder. “Don’t you want to smell her perfume up close?

“Dude, what are you talking about?” Hoseok asked, but his voice cracked.

“I’m talking about having some fun…” Seokjin answered, grabbing my wrist and sliding my hands down Hoseok’s arms. “God knows you both need it…”

“And this is your idea of fun?” Hoseok questioned. I knew that was directed at Seokjin, even if he didn’t take his eyes off me.

“I promised you both a good time tonight, didn’t I?” Seokjin whispered. He continued to kiss my neck and shoulder, and his hands were on my hips. I tried to move my hands, but I was too distracted by Hoseok’s beautiful lips. “Just think about it. Nothing needs to happen tonight…”

I didn’t know if it was Seokjin’s kisses or Hoseok’s beauty that did the trick. I just knew I was feeling my panties getting wetter. I really wanted to give into desire and feel Hoseok’s hands on me again, but what about Seokjin? What if he’d change his mind? In an attempt to break our eye contact, my eyes wandered the room. They settled on Hoseok’s pants, and I had to gasp at the large bulge.  

My eyes darted up again, and I could see Hoseok was slightly embarrassed. That didn't stop him from licking his lips. Seokjin’s kisses were starting to make me dizzy with lust. I licked my lips and squeezed Hoseok’s arms in order to suppress a moan.

Very slowly, Hoseok started to guide my hands towards his chest and down his torso. I could see where this was going. He wanted to be all in. Then so was I.

He wasn’t moving my hands fast enough, so I helped him reach his pants. He leaned in for a kiss, and it felt better than I expected. His lips moved against mine with certainty, with urgency. The taste of champagne on his tongue made me bolder. My hands stopped massaging his bulge. Just through his pants would not be enough.

He helped me unbuckle his belt, and in a flash, his pants were on his ankles. He was quick to lower his boxer too, and my hands massaged him freely. He hissed as my fingers caressed his tip. A whine escaped my mouth when Hoseok’s lips left mine. I didn’t want him to leave. But I wouldn’t be sad for too long, as his lips kissed the other side of my neck. Having them both like this was starting to get overwhelming. 

I realized I needed to take it all in at all times, because before I could grasp Seokjin’s bulge against my ass, he ripped the thin straps of my dress. It fell to the floor, leaving me only in my lace panties. I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed about Hoseok seeing my naked body. His hands went directly to my breasts as Seokjin massaged my butt cheeks.

Hoseok’s lips travel down my jaw, neck and then collarbone until they reach my nipples. His tongue swirled my nipple before sucking it. I hissed and my hand clenched on his dick when he bit it.

Seokjin didn’t waste any time. He slid down my panties before pulling my hair with one hand. The other went to my core, and he massaged my clit as he kissed my bare shoulder. Seokjin’s masterful fingers worked me up until I could feel sweat droplets against my back. I didn’t have the strength to jerk off Hoseok anymore, so I just lightly squeezed his base, letting mangled moans escape my lips.

Feeling my desperation, Hoseok placed my hands on his shirt. We stared at each other as his shirt revealed the unexpected abs he had. Absorbed in the moment, my fingers slowly stroked his chest and abdomen. His slim torso and toned arms complemented each other beautifully. I was amazed. 

He took advantage of my surprised state and hugged me, kissing my lips passionately a second later.

“Should I get jealous now?” Seokjin snickered. I would’ve turned around to respond if he weren’t pushing us towards the king sized bed.

Hoseok placed me in bed, kneeling and aligning his face between my legs. His tongue went directly to my folds, tasting me completely. I moaned without reprieve as the tip of his tongue touched my clit. From the corner of my eye, I could see Seokjin, already fully naked, touching himself. I didn’t have time to nurture any shame. Hoseok’s lips started sucking me, and I went into overdrive. My moans were uncontrollable, and they didn’t stop until I felt the warm release of my climax. 

“It’s my turn to make you cum,” Seokjin announced, with a sly smile to his face. He curled his index finger, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

He put in the condom as I straddled his lap. He slipped inside easily. I hissed, feeling him fill me up. My palms rested on his chest and his hands grabbed my buttcheeks. Then my hips went to work, moving up and down his dick. Seokjin grunted with the sound of our bodies colliding. He was letting his guard down, ever so slightly. His eyes were closed shut, and his hands squeezed my ass even tighter. I increased the speed of my hips. I would finally have the upper hand.

“Oh, shit!” Hoseok whispered. I was too concentrated to pay him any mind. But when his fingers traced the rim of the buttplug, I faltered. I hissed when he tugged it, trying to remove it. He was successful and quickly inserted his fingers inside. He moved them in and out quickly enough to make me cum a second time.

“Fuck!” I shouted, as shock and pleasure moved through my body. My walls clenched around Seokjin’s cock, and he hissed.

“Yes, you like feeling like this, don’t you?” Seokjin asked, “So overwhelmed with pleasure that you can’t even speak…”

I wasn’t hearing a thing anymore. Hoseok kissed my shoulder, and I grabbed his hair to keep him in place. His fingers left me, and not long after I could hear the tear of the condom package. He inserted his dick slowly at first, but sped up when I moved my hips to meet him.

“Shit,” I whispered. Seokjin’s hand cupped my throat and my moans started to get incoherent again.

I moved my hips to reignite the friction, seeking more pleasure than I could handle. They didn’t have mercy on me. They moved their hips in synchronicity, and the feeling was too good. They've definitely done this together before.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and I tried to cry out their names, but all it came out was a jumbled mess. My mind went blank when I reached my third orgasm of the night. It didn’t take long for them to be finished too.

I fell limp onto Seokjin’s arms. With my head on his chest, I could hear his heart pounding after the marathon we just finished. Hoseok made himself comfortable beside us. It wouldn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

“I told you it was a good idea…” Seokjin whispered in my ear. I promised myself I would agree with him when I had the energy to open my eyes.

[olympic-paris]

RARE Tastevin XXL in silver metal Champagne Laurent-Perrier vintage made in France

Magnificent silver-plated Tastevin from the Laurent-Perrier brand (Small silver-plated or special-shaped silver metal cup, used for wine tasting) The tastevin encourages the examination of the color and degrees of clarity of the wine through the reflective play of cupules and tears or streaks in hollow and relief. Important: Tasting for white wines (tears side) and red wines (balls side). BRAND: Laurent-Perrier Made in France CIRCA: 1960s

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Arthur, at the bar: This is a bit of a rough place, let me order the drinks.

Josiah: No need, dear boy, I've read Westerns as well as spending enough time with you fellows. Leave the talking to me.

Josiah: *walks cooly to the bar and leans on it*

Josiah: Dry white wine and Perrier please!

Barman:

Josiah, to Arthur and John: And for you two chaps?

John: Trelawny, what Westerns have you read? Butch Accountant and the Yuppie Kid?!

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Does anyone want 345 GB of John Oliver? Because I have just spent the last couple of weeks gathering 345 GB of John Oliver, organizing and labeling everything with the original air date and show and episode titles/guest lists (honestly, that took more effort than just downloading it all), and then uploaded it to a Google Drive. A Google Drive where I get the first three months at a discounted rate, so it’ll definitely stay up as long as that. No promises after that, because the price will go up and I don’t think I can afford to pay monthly to maintain that. But I’ll see how it goes. If anyone does get this link and wants to keep what’s in it, definitely download it to your own hard drive because it won’t stay up indefinitely.

I’m not going to post the link publicly for obvious reasons, but if anyone wants this link, you just have to message me. Don’t be shy if we don’t know each other or talk on here or anything, I’m happy to share with anyone who wants it. All I ask is that you don’t share the link publicly either, that makes it more likely that it’ll stay up for as long as I keep paying the fee, at least.

This Google Drive has most things where John Oliver was a main writer and/or creator, and also appeared in it. And then it has a folder for all the acting roles he had after moving to America – so anything where he plays a character, rather than “as self”. And there’s a folder for just everything I could find from pre-move to America – panel show spots (TV and radio, though TV is just Mock the Week), radio stand-up spots, an article he wrote for The Times in 2003, videos I took off YouTube, that stand-up show he did with Andy Zaltzman that they released on The Bugle, that one time when he sat at a desk across the room from Armando Iannucci and read out fake news stories. Three different sitcoms where he appeared in one episode each, for one scene each. One time in 2001, he turned up on a sitcom that starred Ardal O’Hanlon as an alien superhero, but John’s only role was to come in for about one minute and ruin Hugh Dennis’ day. In one episode of a different 2001 sitcom, which starred Thick of It Minister and noted child pornography collector Chris Langham, John's entire role was to fuck with Robert Webb for one scene and then sit in the background of some others, looking at computers from the 90s. Is this something you would like to see? Then send me a message!

Here is a list of things that are not in my Google Drive:

- Any of his “as self” appearances, post-move to America, that aren’t in John Oliver’s own show (one where he was the host, or a writer like on The Daily Show). Interviews and other guest appearances on talk shows or podcasts – gathering all that up would take the rest of my life, so I haven’t bothered.

- Last Week Tonight season 11, after episode 1. As I write this, episode 1 is the only episode that’s out, so of course nothing past there is uploaded. As more episodes come out, I’ll try to add them, but I don’t want to commit to that, so I don’t know how much will go up.

-  The stuff I haven't been able to find from his pre-America days. That means the lost section of his "as self" IMDB page, as indicated by my MS Paint yellow circle:

I have all the pre-America stuff on his IMDB page that's not in that yellow circle, so please let me know if you know where to find the lost yellow circle files.

This, which I would say has now become my biggest white whale in terms of lost John Oliver media:

A Radio 4 show from May 2005 in which John Oliver and a runner-up for the Perrier Award in 1987 talk about the election for eight episodes. With writing credits to a young Andy Zaltzman, a young Mark Watson, a slightly less young but younger than he is now Robin Ince, and a guy who was in Chris Addison's sitcom and is married to Margaret Cabourn-Smith. And some people I haven't heard of. I don't hold out a lot of hope for finding a copy of this show, but obviously, if you have a lead, do let me know.

He also did a Radio 4 sitcom about an orchestra with Lucy Montgomery and some people I've never heard of in 2004. I bet it's terrible, I'd love to hear it.

Oh, and John Oliver doesn't actually appear in this but I've heard Andy Zaltzman describe some stuff that Zaltzman and Oliver wrote for Bremner, Bird and Fortune that I've never been able to find.

Other than that, I have most things. Please send me a message if you would like access to that, you can send a non-anonymous ask if you prefer that but it just can't be anonymous because then I can't reply privately.

[honeygleam]

she spent many hours under the sun lamp (1985) dir. philippe garrel

[leonardcohenofficial]

i watched 120 new-to-me films this year; here are the posters from a few of my favorites in no particular order!!

faults (riley stearns, 2014) out of the blue (dennis hopper, 1980) wake in fright (ted kotcheff, 1971) entergalactic (fletcher moules, 2022) histoires d'amérique: food, family and philosophy (chantal akerman, 1989) the woman king (gina prince-bythewood, 2022) waking life (richard linklater, 2001) on the count of three (jerrod carmichael, 2021)  thank you and good night (jan oxenberg, 1991)

i’ll tag @lesbiancolumbo / @draftdodgerag / @localpubliclibrary / @calicoskiesacoustic / @jerrylandis / @columbosunday / @harrierdoobie  / @sightofsea and anyone else who’d like to do this!! 🌟

entire watchlist from 2022 is below the cut:

the world to come (mona fastvold, 2020)

nancy (christina choe, 2018)

la bouche de jean-pierre (lucile hadžihalilović, 1996)

run (aneesh chaganty, 2020)

the mosquito coast (peter weir, 1986)

mass (fran kanz, 2021) 

a field in england (ben wheatley, 2014) 

angels wear white (vivian qu, 2017)

a cape cod christmas (john stimpson, 2021) 

shook (jennifer harrington, 2021)

outing riley (pete jones, 2004)

love & mercy (bill pohlad, 2014) 

small engine repair (john pollono, 2021) 

the fallout (megan park, 2021) 

clemency (chinonye chukwu, 2019)

red elvis (thomas latter, 2022) 

calendar girls (nigel cole, 2003) 

the little hours (jeff baena, 2017)

out of the blue (dennis hopper, 1980) 

aya of yop city (marguerite abouet and clement oubrerie, 2013) 

fresh (mimi cave, 2022)

jesus camp (rachel grady, 2006) 

bamboozled (spike lee, 2000)

master (mariama diallo, 2022)

the world of us (yoon ga-eun, 2016) 

jezebel (numa perrier, 2019)

the cat, the reverend and the slave (alain della negra and kaori kinoshita, 2009)

cohabitation (lauren barker, 2022)

the queen of versailles (lauren greenfield, 2012)

secret ceremony (joseph losey, 1968)

the northman (robert eggers, 2022)

the silent partner (daryl duke, 1978)

in secret (charlie stratton, 2013)

the ground beneath my feet (marie kreutzer, 2019)

the man who haunted himself (basil dearden, 1970)

woodlands dark and days bewitched: a history of folk horror (kier-la janisse, 2021)

the miseducation of cameron post (desiree akhavan, 2018)

roadrunner: a film about anthony bourdain (morgan neville, 2021) 

karen dalton: in my own time (richard peete and robert yapkowitz, 2020) 

fire music (tom surgal, 2018)

histoires d'amérique: food, family and philosophy (chantal akerman, 1989)

fruit of paradise (věra chytilová, 1969)

a different image (alile sharon larkin, 1982)

preparations to be together for an unknown period of time (lili horvát, 2020) 

candyman (nia dacosta, 2021)

fan girl (antoinette jadaone, 2020)

chicago 10 (brett morgen, 2007)

pray away (kristine stolakis, 2021)

mavis! (jessica edwards, 2015)

M (yolande zauberman, 2018)

wake in fright (ted kotcheff, 1971)

thomasine & bushrod (gordon parks, 1974)

desire me (released uncredited; jack conway, george cukor, mervyn le roy, and victor saville, 1947)

faults (riley stearns, 2014)

premature (rashaad ernesto green, 2019) 

mother joan of the angels (jerzy kawalerowicz, 1961) 

the loft (erik van looy, 2014)

the black phone (scott derrickson, 2022) 

no exit (damien power, 2022)

nope (jordan peele, 2022)

paprika (satoshi kon, 2006)

our eternal summer (émilie aussel, 2021)

playground (laura wandel, 2021) 

not okay (quinn shephard, 2022) 

everything everywhere all at once (daniel kwan and daniel scheinert, 2022)

pressure point (hubert cornfield, 1962)

sharp stick (lena dunham, 2022) 

on the count of three (jerrod carmichael, 2021) 

martha marcy may marlene (sean durkin, 2011)

waking life (richard linklater, 2001)

sicaro (denis villeneuve, 2015)

arrival (denis villeneuve, 2016)

this magnificent cake! (emma de swaef and marc james roels, 2018) 

chevalier (athina rachel tsangari, 2015)

young and wild (marialy rivas, 2012)

alice (krystin ver linden, 2022)

shame (steve mcqueen, 2011)

good madam (jenna cato bass, 2022) 

black bear (lawrence michael levine, 2020)

speak no evil (christian tafdrup, 2022)

wet sand (elene naveriani, 2021)

the catholic school (stefano mordini, 2021)

poly styrene: i am a cliché (celeste bell and paul sng, 2021)

the violators (helen walsh, 2015)

the woman king (gina prince-bythewood, 2022)

the killing kind (curtis harrington, 1973)

oleanna (david mamet, 1994)

entergalactic (fletcher moules, 2022)

the more the merrier (george stevens, 1943)

primrose path (gregory la cava, 1940)

watcher (chloe okuno, 2022)

enemy (dennis villenueve, 2013)

darlin' (pollyanna mcintosh, 2019)

sissy (kane senes and hannah barlow, 2022)

till (chinonye chukwu, 2022)

black panther: wakanda forever (ryan coogler, 2022)

the hunt (thomas vinterberg, 2012)

the other side of the underneath (jane arden, 1972)

barbarian (zach cregger, 2022) 

the intervention (clea duvall, 2016)

sorry to bother you (boots riley, 2018)

the silent twins (agnieszka smoczyńska, 2022)

tahara (olivia peace, 2020)

arranged (diane crespo and stefan schaefer, 2007)

swimming (luzie loose, 2018)

#like (sarah pirozek, 2019)

babysitter (monia chokri, 2022)

chico and rita (tono errando, fernando trueba, and javier mariscal, 2010)

pleasure (ninja thyberg, 2021)

john the violent (tonia marketaki, 1967)

fat girl (catherine breillat, 2001)

lemon (janicza bravo, 2017)

thank you and good night (jan oxenberg, 1991)

what about me (rachel amodeo, 1993)

the KKK boutique ain’t just rednecks (camille billops and james hatch, 1994)

sun don’t shine (amy seimetz, 2012)

zero fucks given (emmanuel marre and julie lecoustre, 2021)

piggy (carlota pereda, 2022)

ladyworld (amanda kramer, 2018)

wolf's hole (věra chytilová, 1987)

[optimisticgalaxydreamland]

Modern bread and gluten

🇬🇧 In English

Bread is all too often responsible for digestive problems (bloating, stomach upsets, unstable transit). And also irritation of the mucous membrane (inside) of the intestine and intestinal permeability (porous intestine), with the molecules that disrupt immunity passing to the liver, resulting in allergies.

Autoimmune" diseases are very varied, depending on the genetic susceptibility of each individual:

digestive diseases: coeliac disease, non-viral hepatitis and fatty liver, pancreatitis, chronic intestinal diseases and ulcerative colitis.

rheumatological diseases

Neuropsychological: Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, Multiple Sclerosis, etc.

hormonal: thyroiditis, damage to the pancreas and adrenal glands

bone: osteopathies, decalcifications, early osteoporosis

haematological: changes in the bone marrow, which produces too many or too few blood cells (red, white, platelets)

skin disorders: Lupus, psoriasis, scleroderma

On the other hand, we can't generalize: the real cause of the problem with bread is the genetic manipulation of wheat seeds; we're trying to standardize seeds (like twins), the primary objective being to maximize yields from industrial monocultures. The soil is not fertile, and yields depend on external fertilisers and pesticides.

The benefits of genetic standardisation for the bread industry - simplifies cultivation techniques, - facilitates phytosanitary treatments, - guarantees yields, - enables standardised flours to be obtained (e.g. T 9 index). The convergence of seeds, crops, flour and bread is generating health problems for consumers and farmers, due to the use of toxic products. Their convergence is generating health problems:

Non-Hodgkin's malignant lymphoma, a cancer of the immune system, is a recognised occupational disease in farmers exposed to pesticides in the course of their work.

On the other hand, industrial bread-making processes add other processes and ingredients

Flour is refined using chemical processes.

Intensive mechanical kneading

Very short fermentation with industrial yeasts

All these factors make bread indigestible and harmful:

Gluten becomes resistant to enzymatic digestion

Bread contains no vitamins, antioxidants or polyphenols and is low in minerals.

It is toxic because it contains traces of toxic products.

Ancient grains could be the solution, here are a few examples

Engrain or Petit Épeautre 10 (Triticum monococcum),

Barbu du Roussillon (Triticum aestivum),

Starch (Triticum turgidum),

Kamut brand Khorasan (Triticum turanicum)

and many other wheats of yesteryear must find their place again, with bakers particularly aware of their role in health. What's more, they will create many new jobs.

In conclusion:

Abandon industrial breads and opt for wholemeal flours made from ancient grains.

Prepare your bread at home

Preferably bake your bread by hand, avoid long-fermented Perrier and opt for long fermentation.

Chew the bread well, the faster it melts in your mouth, the easier it will be to digest.

Find the complete article at LE PAIN EN QUESTION POUR LA SANTÉ PUBLIQUE https://www.professeur-joyeux.com/2023/07/04/le-pain-en-question-pour-la-sante-publique/

Le pain et le gluten modernes

🇫🇷 En Français

Le pain est trop souvent responsable de troubles digestif (ballonnements, maux de ventres, instabilité du transit). Et aussi d’irritations de la muqueuse (intérieur) de l’intestin et de perméabilité intestinale (intestin poreux), les molécules qui de perturbent l’immunité passent vers le foie, et comme résultat des allergies.

Les maladies ”auto-immunes” sont très variées selon les susceptibilités génétiques de chaque individu:

digestives: maladie coeliaque et hépatites non virales et foie gras, pancreatitis, maladies intestinales chroniques intestinales et recto-colite-ulcéro-hémorragique

rhumatologiques

neuropsychiques: Alzheimer, Parkinson, Sclérose en Plaques, etc

hormonales: thyroïdites, atteintes du pancréas et des surrénales

osseuses: ostéopathies, décalcifications, ostéoporose précoce

hématologiques: modifications de la moelle osseuse qui fabrique trop ou pas assez des globules du sang (rouges, blancs, plaquettes)

cutanées : Lupus, psoriasis, sclérodermia

Par contre on ne peut pas généraliser, la vrai cause du problème avec le pain est manipulation génétique des semences des blés; on cherche uniformiser les semences (comme des individus jumeaux), l’objective primaire: la maximization des rendements des monocultures industriales. Les sols ne sont pas fertiles, le rendement depends des fertilisants extérieurs et pesticides.

Les benefits de l’uniformisation génétique pour la filière du pain– simplifie les techniques de culture,– facilite les traitements phytosanitaires– garantise les rendements,– permet l’obtention de farines standardisées (par example Indice T 9). La convergence semences-cultures-farines-pains est génératrice de problèmes de santé pour les consommateurs et agriculteurs, du a l’emploie de produits toxiques. Leur convergence est génératrice de problèmes de santé:

Le lymphome malin non hodgkinien, cancer du système immunitaire, est une maladie professionnelle reconnue chez les agriculteurs exposés aux pesticides dans le cadre de leur métier.

D’autre part, les processes industriels de fabrication du pain, ajoutent des procedes et d’autres ingrédients

La farine est refiné par des proceses chimiques

La pétrification mécanique intensive

La fermentation très courte avec des levures industrielles

Tous ces facteurs font que le pain soit indigeste et nocif:

Le gluten devient résistent a la digestion enzymatique

Le pain ne contient pas d des vitamines, des anti-oxydants, des polyphénols, il est faible en minéraux.

Il est toxique car il contient des traces de produits toxiques

Les grains anciennes serions la solution, voici quelques examples

L’Engrain ou petit Épeautre 10 (Triticum monococcum),

le Barbu du Roussillon (Triticum aestivum) ,

l’Amidonnier (Triticum turgidum),

le Khorasan de la marque Kamut (Triticum turanicum)

et bien d’autres blés d’autrefois doivent retrouver leur place, chez les boulangers particulièrement conscients de leur rôle pour la santé. Ils deviendront en plus créateurs de nombreux emplois.

En conclusion:

Abandonnez leș pains industriels, privilégiez les farines completes et fabriquées avec des graines anciennes

Preparez votre pain a la maison

De preference faites le pain a la main, évitez le Perrier long temps et privilégiez la fermentation longue

Mastiquez bien le pain, si le pain est fondu vite dans la bouche, plus facile sera sa digestion

Trouvez l'article complet chez LE PAIN EN QUESTION POUR LA SANTÉ PUBLIQUE https://www.professeur-joyeux.com/2023/07/04/le-pain-en-question-pour-la-sante-publique/

El pan moderno y el gluten

🇪🇸 En Español

Con demasiada frecuencia, el pan es responsable de problemas digestivos (hinchazón, molestias estomacales, tránsito inestable). Y también irritación de la mucosa (interior) del intestino y permeabilidad intestinal (intestino poroso), con lo que las moléculas que alteran la inmunidad pasan al hígado, dando lugar a alergias.

Las enfermedades "autoinmunes" son muy variadas, dependiendo de la susceptibilidad genética de cada individuo:

enfermedades digestivas: celiaquía, hepatitis no vírica e hígado graso, pancreatitis, enfermedades intestinales crónicas y colitis ulcerosa.

enfermedades reumatológicas

neuropsicológicas: Alzheimer, Parkinson, esclerosis múltiple, etc.

hormonales: tiroiditis, daños en el páncreas y las glándulas suprarrenales

óseas: osteopatías, descalcificaciones, osteoporosis precoz

Hematológicos: alteraciones de la médula ósea, que produce demasiadas o pocas células sanguíneas (rojas, blancas, plaquetas).

Trastornos cutáneos: Lupus, psoriasis, esclerodermia.

Por otra parte, no podemos generalizar: la verdadera causa del problema del pan es la manipulación genética de las semillas de trigo; se intenta estandarizar las semillas (como los gemelos), con el objetivo primordial de maximizar el rendimiento de los monocultivos industriales. El suelo no es fértil y los rendimientos dependen de fertilizantes y pesticidas externos.

Las ventajas de la estandarización genética para la industria del pan - simplifica las técnicas de cultivo, - facilita los tratamientos fitosanitarios, - garantiza los rendimientos, - permite obtener harinas estandarizadas (por ejemplo, el índice T 9). La convergencia de semillas, cultivos, harinas y pan está generando problemas de salud a consumidores y agricultores, debido al uso de productos tóxicos. Su convergencia está generando problemas de salud:

El linfoma maligno no Hodgkin, un cáncer del sistema inmunitario, es una enfermedad profesional reconocida en los agricultores expuestos a pesticidas durante su trabajo.

Por otra parte, los procesos industriales de elaboración del pan añaden otros procesos y otros ingredientes

La harina se refina mediante procesos químicos.

Amasado mecánico intensivo

Fermentación muy corta con levaduras industriales

Todos estos factores hacen que el pan sea indigesto y perjudicial:

El gluten se vuelve resistente a la digestión enzimática.

El pan no contiene vitaminas, antioxidantes ni polifenoles y es pobre en minerales.

Es tóxico porque contiene trazas de productos tóxicos.

Los cereales antiguos podrían ser la solución, he aquí algunos ejemplos

Engrain o petit Épeautre 10 (Triticum monococcum),

Barbu du Roussillon (Triticum aestivum),

Almidón (Triticum turgidum),

Kamut marca Khorasan (Triticum turanicum)

y muchos otros trigos de antaño deben volver a encontrar su lugar, ya que los panaderos son especialmente conscientes de su papel en la salud. Además, crearán muchos nuevos puestos de trabajo.

En conclusión:

Abandonar los panes industriales y optar por harinas integrales elaboradas con granos antiguos.

Prepara tu pan en casa

Hornea tu pan preferiblemente a mano, evita los Perrier de larga fermentación y opta por los de fermentación larga.

Mastica bien el pan, cuanto más rápido se deshaga en la boca, más fácil será digerirlo.

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O pão moderno e o glúten

🇧🇷 En Português

O pão é muitas vezes responsável por problemas digestivos (inchaço, perturbações gástricas, trânsito instável). E também a irritação da mucosa (interior) do intestino e a permeabilidade intestinal (intestino poroso), com as moléculas que perturbam a imunidade a passarem para o fígado, dando origem a alergias.

As doenças "auto-imunes" são muito variadas e dependem da suscetibilidade genética de cada indivíduo:

Doenças digestivas: doença celíaca, hepatite não viral e fígado gordo, pancreatite, doenças intestinais crónicas e colite ulcerosa.

Doenças reumatológicas

neuropsicológicas: doença de Alzheimer, Parkinson, esclerose múltipla, etc.

hormonais: tiroidite, lesões do pâncreas e das glândulas supra-renais

ósseas: osteopatias, descalcificações, osteoporose precoce

hematológicas: alterações da medula óssea, que produz demasiadas ou poucas células sanguíneas (glóbulos vermelhos, glóbulos brancos, plaquetas)

afecções cutâneas: Lúpus, psoríase, esclerodermia

Por outro lado, não podemos generalizar: a verdadeira causa do problema do pão é a manipulação genética das sementes de trigo; estamos a tentar uniformizar as sementes (como os gémeos), com o objetivo principal de maximizar o rendimento das monoculturas industriais. O solo não é fértil e os rendimentos dependem de fertilizantes e pesticidas externos.

As vantagens da normalização genética para a indústria do pão - simplifica as técnicas de cultivo, - facilita os tratamentos fitossanitários, - garante os rendimentos, - permite obter farinhas normalizadas (por exemplo, índice T 9). A convergência das sementes, das culturas, das farinhas e do pão está a gerar problemas de saúde para os consumidores e para os agricultores, devido à utilização de produtos tóxicos. A sua convergência está a gerar problemas de saúde:

O linfoma maligno não-Hodgkin, um cancro do sistema imunitário, é uma doença profissional reconhecida nos agricultores expostos a pesticidas no exercício da sua atividade.

Por outro lado, os processos industriais de fabrico de pão acrescentam outros processos e outros ingredientes

A farinha é refinada por processos químicos.

Amassadura mecânica intensiva

Fermentação muito curta com leveduras industriais

Todos estes factores tornam o pão indigesto e nocivo:

O glúten torna-se resistente à digestão enzimática.

O pão não contém vitaminas, antioxidantes ou polifenóis e é pobre em minerais.

É tóxico porque contém vestígios de produtos tóxicos.

Os cereais antigos podem ser a solução, eis alguns exemplos

Engrain ou petit Épeautre 10 (Triticum monococcum),

Barbu du Roussillon (Triticum aestivum),

Amido (Triticum turgidum),

Kamut marca Khorasan (Triticum turanicum)

e muitos outros trigos de outrora devem reencontrar o seu lugar, junto de padeiros particularmente atentos aos seus benefícios para a saúde. Além disso, criarão muitos novos postos de trabalho.

Em conclusão:

Abandonar os pães industriais e optar por farinhas integrais de cereais antigos.

Prepare o seu pão em casa

De preferência, coza o seu pão à mão, evite Perrier de longa fermentação e opte por uma fermentação longa.

Mastiga bem o pão, quanto mais depressa derreter na tua boca, mais fácil será a digestão.

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[thequietabsolute]

I walked into the kitchen, opened a bottle of vitamin E, 400 I. U. each, and downed several with half a glass of Perrier water. It was going to be a good night for Chinaski. The sun was slanting down through the Venetian blinds, making a familiar pattern on the carpet, and the white wine was chilling in the refrigerator. I opened the door and walked out on the porch. There was a strange cat out there. He was a huge creature, a tom, with a shining black coat and luminous yellow eyes. He wasn't frightened of me. He walked up purring and rubbed against one of my legs. I was a good guy and he knew it. Animals knew things like that. They had an instinct. I walked back inside and he followed me. I opened him up a can of Star-Kist solid white tuna. Packed in spring water. Net wt. 7 oz.

– Charles Bukowski, the final lines from Women [1978]

[what-if-nct]

Hiii! I'm glad life is good!! And that is amazing. White Doyoung that is literally the best I wanna see White NCT now. Maybe White Doyoung should join NCT Hollywood.

Also I have music plans. Album 1 will be 'The First One' with title track 'Babydoll' a song I produced while sitting in bath. It's pretty catchy I hope- And I'll produce some more cute little songs. Album 2 will be 'The Second One' but I dont have any songs yet. The third album will be called 'Original, Right?' or something with title track 'Nonsense, Rhymes and Bliss'. Thanks for the inspiration. I havent written NRB yet but it'll be dedicated to every single one of yall especially you. I love you.

-sneeze

Okay I have a few suggestions for white NCT cause everyone has 7 doppelgangers there's 7 people who look like you. 7 there's like so many NCT look alikes out there. So Johnny, Anders Holms from workaholics you have to look at him without facial hair. Mark, Jack Johnson from Jack & Jack he even sounds like Mark when he raps, Hendery, Otto Wood from Water parks. I kinda wanna see Hendery with a nose ring because of Otto, Jungwoo, Perrier Boo from TikTok. Just go look at him. And Taeyong Noen Eubanks one of the original TikTok eboys. That is all I have found.

Those are such cute music plans. There's a ton of free software you can get that would help you produce them. A lot of scene music was created on a MacBook during myspace days and it was a revolutionary period in time. I just bet you'll create beautiful music. And I cant wait to hear it. I love you too💕

[byneddiedingo]

Robert Liensol and Jenny Alpha in The Old Sorceress and the Valet (Julius-Amédée Laou, 1987)

Cast: Jenny Alpha, Robert Liensol, Christine Amat, Jean-François Perrier, Jean-Claude Fal, Sophie Pal, Jacques Martial, Jean-Claude Dreyfus, Roger Lemus, Jean-Marie Retby. Screenplay: Julius-Amédée Laou. Cinematography: Jean-Paul Miotto. Film editing: Sophie Chailley, Tamara Pappe. Music: Leona Gabrielle, Ernest Léardée, Jean-Claude Mejstelman, Stellio. 

Julius-Amédée Laou's The Old Sorceress and the Valet is not a particularly obscure film: Enough people have seen it for it to have a page on Letterboxd, though not on Wikipedia. But it deserves to be better-known, if only for the performances of Jenny Alpha and Robert Liensol, who play the title couple, an elderly husband and wife reflecting on their life together. We first see Armand at the breakfast table waiting for his wife, Eugénie, to join him. When she rises from the bed, she calls out for him to bring her robe, but he doesn't respond, even when she joins him, grumbling and scolding. And then he disappears from the apartment and we see Eugénie in her nightgown at a window, calling out for him, a moment that recurs throughout the movie. We then concentrate on Eugénie herself, as she deals with a variety of clients who have come to her for her aid as a sorceress: One woman wants help in murdering her husband, a man wants another man to fall in love with him, and so on. In addition to potions, Eugénie offers advice, much of it sensible. Then the major thread of the film begins: Eugénie and Armand take a walk through Paris, reflecting -- usually bitterly and angrily, but sometimes with tenderness -- on their life together. As the film proceeds, we notice some discontinuities: Eugénie, for example, sometimes walks with a cane or carries a purse, but not always. We see them trapped on a traffic island as they try to cross a busy thoroughfare, and then we see Eugénie alone, being rescued from the island by two policemen. We gather that there has been discord throughout their life in Paris ever since they came there, many decades ago, from Martinique. Alpha, the actress who plays her, was a celebrated performer in nightclubs and on stage, and Eugénie was a showgirl until age reduced her to her current job, dealing with a mostly white clientele. Armand was a valet to a man they refer to as "Master," with whom Eugénie had an affair. The film builds to a revelation that probably doesn't surprise many who see it, and in fact feels a little clumsily handled. But what matters are the haunting insights into the lives of the characters, superbly embodied by their performers. 

[cuzikan]

"Rules Of The Blues"😉😎😎

1. Most Blues begin, "Woke up this morning..."

2. "I got a good woman" is a bad way to begin the Blues, unless you stick something nasty in the next line like, "I got a good woman, with the meanest face in town."

3. The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat it. Then find something that rhymes... sort of: "Got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Yes, I got a good woman with the meanest face in town. Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher, and she weigh 500 pound."

4. The Blues is not about choice. You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in a ditch--ain't no way out.

5. Blues cars: Chevys, Fords, Cadillacs and broken-down trucks. Blues don't travel in Volvos, BMWs, or Sport Utility Vehicles. Most Blues transportation is a Greyhound bus or a southbound train. Jet aircraft and company motor pools ain't even in the running. Walkin' plays a major part in the blues lifestyle. So does fixin' to die.

6. Teenagers can't sing the Blues. They ain't fixin' to die yet. Adults sing the Blues. In Blues, "adulthood" means being old enough to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.

7. Blues can take place in New York City but not in Hawaii or any place in Canada. Hard times in Minneapolis or Seattle is probably just clinical depression. Chicago, St. Louis, and Kansas City are still the best places to have the Blues. You cannot have the blues in any place that don't get rain.

8. A man with male pattern baldness ain't the blues. A woman with male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg cause you were skiing is not the blues. Breaking your leg 'cause a alligator be chompin' on it is.

9. You can't have no Blues in a office or a shopping mall. The lighting is wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit by the dumpster.

10. Good places for the Blues:

a. Highway

b. Jailhouse

c. An empty bed

d. Bottom of a whiskey glass

11. Bad places for the Blues:

a. Nordstrom's

b. Gallery openings

c. Ivy league institutions

d. Golf courses

12. No one will believe it's the Blues if you wear a suit, 'less you happen to be a old ethnic person, and you slept in it.

13. You have the right to sing the Blues if:

a. You older than dirt

b. You blind

c. You shot a man in Memphis

d. You can't be satisfied

14. You don't have the right to sing the Blues if:

a. You have all your teeth

b. You were once blind but now can see

c. The man in Memphis lived

d. You have a pension fund

15. Blues is not a matter of color. It's a matter of bad luck. Tiger Woods cannot sing the blues. Sonny Liston could. Ugly white people also got a leg up on the blues.

16. If you ask for water and your darlin' give you gasoline, it's the Blues

17. Other acceptable Blues beverages are:

a. Cheap wine

b. Whiskey or bourbon

c. Muddy water

d. Nasty black coffee

18. The following are NOT Blues beverages:

a. Perrier

b. Chardonnay

c. Snapple

d. Slim Fast

19. If death occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it's a Blues death. Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way to die. So is the electric chair, substance abuse and dying lonely on a broke-down cot. You can't have a Blues death if you die during a tennis match or while getting liposuction.

20. Some Blues names for women:

a. Sadie

b. Big Mama

c. Bessie

d. Fat River Dumpling

21. Some Blues names for men:

a. Joe

b. Willie

c. Little Willie

d. Big Willie

22. Persons with names like Michelle, Amber, Debbie, and Heather can't sing the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in Memphis.

23. Make your own Blues name Starter Kit: a. name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.) b. first name (see above) plus name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, Melon, Kiwi, etc.) c. last name of President (Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.) For example: Blind Lime Jefferson, Jackleg Lemon Johnson or Cripple Kiwi Fillmore, etc. (Well, maybe not "Kiwi.")

24. I don't care how tragic your life: if you own even one computer, you cannot sing the blues.