#pondu

[alicentrasers]

Tell me about Pondu Alternative idea please? 👀

Ah, yes. The BOYS

No cut for this one, it won't be too long.

This fic spouted off in 2020 while me and my old co-author were working on a different Pondu Fic. That one is posted on my AO3, and was originally supposed to be spicy 👀

This guy is a 5 Times +1 format. Five times Ponds did something for Windu without asking and 1 time Windu did something in return. Covers a few little things that Ponds does to ease things like migraine meds, forcing him to sleep, managing the chaos, /acquiring a child/ (not the actual topics covered, this hasn't been touched in awhile). Windu wants to do something big in return for all the little things, and figured out that Ponds just wants a Found Family :)

Here's a section that I have deemed appropriate for public Consumption:

"Late night strategizing for an entire Systems Army was not how Mace pictureed spending his evening. Standing forlorn in front of a trans-parasteel display. He rubbed aching eyes and resisted the urge to check the chrono. The softshelled officers around him had long since left for bed and the ship swapping to the skeleton/night screw. Nummbers were starting to blur together- bright screens plus darkened lights are a one-way ticket to the start of a migraine."

Feel free to send follow up questions. Most Lore is covered in my Ongoing Chat Fic Landline Across the Galaxy on AO3. My WIP doc is available for public view on the 79's Discord.

[sammydigitaleu]

[travellianna]

#london #homecooking #congo #congolesefood #lituma #pondu #cassava #plantain #pilchards #whereintheworldislianna (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnVMdBsNzeZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lekunaka]

Translate:

Le temps c'est de l'argent. Or

Time is money.

[ll-but-its-random]

Like, I know the writers sort of forgot they gave Six rapid regeneration after RoN, but it makes sense in the rest of the series.

FoF, when they were training and Malcolm made the guns more like sting-guns. Six was shot at least twice and just got up again in a couple of seconds. (If I remember, the others shot by the guns were down for a long while).

FoT, when that piece of metal got in her leg and she kept walking around, pulled it out and let Marina heal it? Her body most likely started closing it before she pulled it out.

UaO, after Phiri stabbed her with a tendril. She was in pain at first, then lost consciousness, then got up with only "dull pain". She couldn't stand up before, but after, she ran all the way out to Nine and Marina.

IT'S THERE.

[taeslovehandles]

I made a complete new pondus lucrum moodboard from scratch! What do you think? Do you like the new one? Gonna update all the blod posts I find and exchange them on ao3 as well! :D (first 3 chapters will stay because I put so much work into them being individuals. I wont remove those)

Don't know what story I'm talking about?

Read it here!

summary:

Yoongi had everything. Girls and Boys stood in line just to be recognized by him. With the Min cooperation, his father had built up, the millionaire had no worries whatsoever. Money was no issue for him. As a student, Yoongi had never paid much attention to class. He had other things to do. With the entire city at his father's feet the young man could do whatever he wanted without ever having to fear the consequences.

His newest hobby was bullying chubby nerd Jungkook. Yoongi was constantly trying to find new ways he could humiliate the poor guy until Jungkook read an intriguing poster on the university's billboard offering their services for any kind of trouble that needed fixing. The poster said “Need to solve a problem with just a snap of your finger? Call now!”

What will happen when Yoongi has to taste his own medicine as Jimin begins to literally turn Yoongi’s life into his own, personal, living hell?

[fashionbooksmilano]

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[mmepastel]

J’ai rencontré l’écriture de Dubravka Ugresik, l’écrivaine croate récemment disparue dont avait parlé Jakuta Alikavazovic.

Belle rencontre. J’ai adoré ce livre étrange, qui relève à la fois du romanesque et de l’essai quasi universitaire.

C’est une lecture très riche.

D’abord, on se marre. Beaucoup. Le début est tragi-comique, j’avoue avoir beaucoup ri de la personnalité de Beba, la mère de la narratrice, vieillissante, qui confond les expressions et les mots. Elle dit par exemple des choses comme : « la nuit porte corneille. ». J’adore.

La deuxième partie est plus démonstrative, avec les trois vieilles copines qui vont dans un SPA luxueux à Prague, entreprise qui incarne pleinement l’après communisme, l’avènement du capitalisme, avec sa forme spécifique liée au vœu mercantile de stopper le vieillissement, de retarder la mort. Ici commencent clairement les allusions à Baba Yaga, sorcière protéiforme mystérieuse et apparemment peu sympathique.

Puis la troisième partie est complètement inattendue : un personnage de la première partie réapparaît, Aba Bagay, pour expliquer, suite à la demande d’un éditeur (celui du texte du milieu), les liens entre le mythe de Baba Yaga et le texte à éditer, au sujet des trois vieilles dames indignes. C’est un peu indigeste, mais en même temps passionnant. On comprend la richesse du folklore qui l’entoure, ainsi que ses échos dans les autres cultures, même très éloignées. Au fond, Baba Yaga correspond à la femme sorcière, la femme qui ne renonce pas à ses pouvoirs et en fait parfois mauvais usage. Elle est puissante, et même, vengeresse. Elle n’a aucune envie de s’excuser d’être monstrueuse dans sa vieillesse, et fait trembler son entourage. Au fond, elle incarne le féminisme mieux que quiconque. Un féminisme inconscient de lui-même, non formulé, instinctif, et c’est ce qui fait sa force, et sa vigueur. Attention nous dit ce livre, Baba Yaga pourrait bien sortir de sa cabane sur pattes de poule, pondre des œufs comme autant de ferments d’une révolution féminine à venir.

Une lecture réjouissante et revigorante.

[meltorights]

venitius fortunatus really went off when he was like what if i personify the cross as a tree that lets go of its natural cold and cruel rigidity to tenderly cradle the body of the son of god.... the poetry of it all

[lolochaponnay]

Paul rentre d'un bar ivre mort et va se coucher à côté de sa femme. Lorsqu'il se réveil il se rend compte qu'il est face à Saint Pierre. - Paul tu es mort durant ton sommeil. - Qu..Quoi?! Je ne veux pas mourir moi, je vous en supplie ramener moi à la vie. - Il y a un moyen, nous pouvons te refaire revivre mais sous forme de poule. - Bon accord. Si c'est dans un poulailler proche de chez moi. Paul ressuscite donc sous forme de poule et se fait aborder par le coq du poulailler. - Alors comme ça c'est toi la nouvelle ? - Eh oui. Par contre j'ai une drôle de sensation dans mon ventre. - Tu as un œuf, ne me dit pas que tu n'as jamais pondu? Ne t'inquiètes pas, pousse et il va sortir tout seul. Alors Paul se met à pousser et l'oeuf sortit. À ce moment Paul fut emu par cette instant maternelle et décide d'en pondre un deuxième, puis un troisième. Mais au moment de sortir le troisième, il sent un grande claqué derrière sa tête suivit d'un cri: - Arrête de chier dans le lit!

[alicentrasers]

WIP Title Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and tag as many people as you have wips.

Tagged by @workingchemistry on Discord.

I don't know enough people to tag.... Consider yourself a sacrifice, lol.

These are in no particular order, but are all Clone Wars. Most of these are just the WIP titles and will never see the light of day, unless you read the random tags on AO3.

Fuck me in the Ass tonight

The Painted- Early Days

Command Chat

Playing CW/HP Crack

Playing ForceRex

BETA SACRIFICE

The Paris Seamstress- Rework/Rewrite

Playing Miles/Rex

Tranyc'Tra

Monnk le Vod'ika Grande

Hello and Welcome to Hell

Five times Kit Fisto Fit Kistoed but it was the wrong vod

Monnk gets a kissie

Echo breaking UwU

Migraine Rex thing

Modern Chemo Echo

Trust (Jessix) - First chapter on AO3

Stars above sequel

Stars Beyond

Pondu Alternative idea

A thing?

Dogma's Rulebook

Teacup's Adventures+ Shift

Further Teacup Adventures

One year later, after break

Modern AU take?

Woeful Mistakes

Further Time skip [Rex Sadness]

Colored Smoke

Oceanic Discovery

Exon' Deployment Days

My primary WIP doc is available for anyone to read through on the 79's Discord server. I am an editor at heart, so most of these wips are literally years in the making.

@whiskygoldwings @darknight-brightstars @adhd-coyote @abominablesnowdude @catbuirs-alt @insertmeaningfulusername @nightfall-1409 @grackledraws @cats-and-dr-pepper @thivell @cloneshipping-collector

[kohakuhibiki]

J'aime comment l'article contient aucune source valide mis à part "une maman sur tiktok". C'est pas irresponsable du tout d'alimenter des débats qui n'ont pas tant lieux d'être qui n'apportent rien à personne sauf aux passionnés des racourcis démagogiques faciles.

Pis si je google...

Une copie conforme du même article qui mentionne toujours pas où ça se passe et hm...un article qui semble...tendencieux mais ne soyons pas de mauvaise foi...

Quoi qu'oubliez ça, mes attentes étaient de bonne foi semble-t-il (quoi que l'article screencappé ne se porte pas à la défense des réactionnaires, en fait même qu'il fait part du fait que les français ont un problème qui ne cesse de croitre à ce niveau, entre autres, à cause des tartes comme celle du haut qui font rien d'autre que mettre de l'huile sur le feu du problème de réacs en postant toute sortes de niaiseries pour obtenir des réactions faciles. C'est vraiment dégueulasse...

[pondhue]

oh pondue where art thou have gone

[ivandurak]

It is worth noting that, while the commissioners of the book are named, the laborer is not. In the image, he is indicated by the curious titulus over the left-hand figure’s head: ILLE, literally HE who made it. His name might not matter, but his activity does: this is the one “who suffered this for your name.” He is identified not by a name but by the pointed finger of a pronoun and the noun scriptor. The associated verb is patior, to suffer. It was not easy to make a book. “Ille” is only a pronoun and an occupation. His brothers and sisters studied in this book are freer with their names. They are the monastic book-makers of tenth-century northern Iberia, and they are generous with information. They tell us where they worked, for whom, and how they felt about it. They name themselves and date their activity. They know they will be read, too, and speak directly to those who will hold and use the books they made. They are insistent in their reminders that reading is not just an encounter with “text,” nor even with a book, but also and essentially a relationship with the work of someone’s hands. This is for you, they say; keep me and my labor in mind. This book wants to remember the labor of “Ille” and of many other book-workers like him. It began in response to an invitation extended from a monastery in what is now north-central Spain. At 6 A.M. on Friday, April 11 of the year 945 CE a monastic named Florentius wrote a colophon into what would be the last gathering of the book he was finishing. “If you want to know,” he wrote, “I will explain to you in detail how heavy is the burden of writing” [si uelis scire singulatim nuntio tibi quam grabe est scribturae pondus]. Without waiting for an answer, Florentius laid it out: writing “mists the eyes. It twists the back. It breaks the ribs and belly. It makes the kidneys ache and fills the whole body with every kind of annoyance” [oculis caliginem facit. dorsum incurbat. Costas et uentrem frangit. Renibus dolorem inmittit et omne corpus fastidium nutrit]. Invitation: come feel what it’s like to make a book by hand.

Catherine Brown. Remember the Hand: Manuscription in Early Medieval Iberia.

Emphasis mine.

[applepinsss]

Nalingi Yo ✿

Pairing: Miles Morales x Congolese Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff AN: This applies to both the Republic of the Congo and the Democratic Republic. Enjoy!

I feel like this would obviously apply to any culture, but ever since the two of you have been dating, he's actively trying to learn all about your culture and where you're from.

If you speak French or Lingala, he would be very intrigued with whatever language you and your parents speak, asking you how you'd say certain phrases or things.

If he ever meets your parents (which would be longer into the relationship, bc meeting african parents means eventual marriage) both of your parents would like him, but your mother would love him like a son.

Like I can just picture the two of you in the kitchen trying to help your ma prepare pondu for a gathering/party.

speaking of which, I feel like he would fw african cuisine heavily, especially tangawizi.

he would definitely be down with having a traditional wedding later on in life, going with your parents' hopes.

I feel like at gatherings and parties he would fit in quite smoothly with the other cousins and family friends your age.

Like I can just picture you and your friends/cousins just sharing all types of news and random stories that happened since the last gathering y'all had and Miles is just sitting back and hearing all the community tea.

(guys this is my first peice of writing, and I'm still getting used to the format on here 💀 please be patient with me)

[francaistoutsimplement]

On vole de surprise en surpr... Ah en fait non, tout se déroule comme prévu, i.e. de plus en plus mal et les nigauds de journaleux prennent ça avec décontraction, notamment le bobard lamentable sur les "investissements publics" de mon cul sur la commode.

La startup-nation est en train de mourir de ces investissements à la con, multipliés par trouzaines depuis des lustres, par des ronds-de-cuir trop heureux de se faire beurrer la tartine dans les réunions petit-four qu'ils organisent lors de levées de fonds (publics évidemment) et autres âneries visant à financer la prochaine débilité écocompatible qui va de préférence saboter ce qui marche - le nucléaire en premier, ou engloutir des fortunes dans les farines d'insectes dégueulasses ou autres cloud souverains lunaires qui terminent en gabegie lamentables.

Ces "investissements" sont tellement nombreux que les routes, les ponts français sont en décrépitude, la justice est une blague presque aussi sordide que ses prisons, l'enseignement est devenue une course d'obstacles woke où le "référentiel apprenant" de 12 ans doit épeler correctement fellation mais est infoutu de faire une dictée de 5 lignes sans fautes obscènes ou une règle de trois sans aboutir à du n'importe quoi chimiquement pur.

La France du numérique, en avance il y a 20 ans, accuse maintenant un retard croissant. Le pays qui pondait Ariane, le TGV ou le minitel a depuis pondu le Code Fiscal le plus obèse du monde et enfile les records de tabassage fiscal comme jamais, sous les applaudissements des abrutis gauchistes qui croient encore qu'ainsi, on "fait payer les riches" (qui se sont tous barrés et mis à l'abri).

Un État en faillite, géré par des bras cassés et des minables pareils n'a absolument *rien à faire* dans des dépenses d'investissements, surtout quand il affiche des déficits à faire pâlir Madoff. Vu leur track-record de prostituées sous coke, on devrait interdire à tous ces peigne-culs de seulement s'approcher d'une ligne budgétaire.

Même géré en affaires courantes, avec 0 changement, l'État s'en sortirait mieux qu'avec leurs gesticulations grotesques. Ce ne sont pas des recettes exceptionnelles dont la France a besoin, ce sont de sanctions exceptionnelles contre ces fossoyeurs du pays, et des coupes exceptionnelles dans les dépenses positivement honteuses qu'ils nous ont empilées depuis un demi-siècle.

Source X-H16

Et voilà encore une fois, H16 a raison… c’est malheureux tout de même qu’on soit devenu un pays de demeurés. Les plus malins sont partis ou sur le point de partir. Il restera des zombies surfant sur la vie sans jamais rien se demander, gobant tout ce que le dieu média leur dit.