#princess julienne

[little-cereal-draws]

Come get your Maurice angst!

Maurice sighed as he looked out the window at the endless blue sky. He had been left alone in the palace for a week and, as much as he never thought he would admit it, he missed the lively Prince and his parents.

They were on some family get away that apparently he wasn’t invited to. Prince Julien had begged and cried and screamed until his parents finally gave in and said Maurice could come along. But right as the four of them were about to walk out the door, they revealed that there wasn’t actually space for Maurice after all. It was said so suddenly, neither him nor Julien had time to process it before they slammed the door in Maurice’s face.

He was angry at first; he hadn’t been on a vacation before and spent all week excitedly listening to Julien recount stories from their last family vacation. He had even packed his own bag with the few possessions he didn’t share with Julien.

But he didn’t get to go.

After the anger wore off, he realized the freedom he had. Everyone was gone. Except, of course, the grouchy King Julien the XII, Prince Julien’s uncle, but besides him, Maurice had the whole palace to himself. He jumped on the bed and ate mangos until he was sick and stayed up late looking at the stars. It was incredible.

But after a few days, the silence was deafening. There were only so many times he could play mountain explorer by himself, jumping along the tops of the airplane seats, before he got bored. He needed his friend back.

The boredom gave way to sadness as he wished again he was with them. He imagined the campfires and the adventures, the exciting new sights and food. Julien even said that his dad had taught him about the constellations on their last trip.

Maurice didn’t know anything about the constellations.

He hoped the royal family returning would get rid of his loneliness but as Julien tackled him in a bone crushing hug, he didn’t feel any better.

“Mo-mo!” Julien exclaimed, lifting him off the ground with excitement.

“Hey,” was all Maurice could reply.

“Ugh, it’s filthy in here,” Princess Julienne commented, wiping her finger along a dashboard in the wall. “Mark, I thought you were supposed to be cleaning.”

Maurice froze. “Uh–”

“He can clean later,” Julien interrupted. “I have to tell him everything that happened first.”

Prince Barry sighed. “Fine, but he needs to take our bags.”

The two of them retired to their bedroom as Maurice started stacking the heavy wicker suitcases and Julien fluttered about him, already telling an exciting new story.

“It was so funny!” Julien crowed. “Man, I wish you could’ve seen it.”

“Me too,” Maurice mumbled. He slowly teetered down the hall, bags stacked higher than his head. His arms hurt.

Couldn’t Princess Julienne and Prince Barry take their own bags if they were going to their room anyway? Why wasn’t Julien carrying his own suitcase? Why did Maurice get all of the work and none of the fun? He glared at Julien out of the corner of his eye.

Julien was still laughing, absolutely oblivious to Maurice’s growing frustration.

When Maurice looked down to see where he was placing his feet, he found his vision blocked with tears.

Uh oh.

No, he wasn’t going to cry. It was embarrassing. And what was he even upset about? This wasn’t any different from how it was before the vacation.

“Uh, Mo-mo?” Julien asked, voice uncharacteristically soft. “You alright there?”

Maurice realized he had stopped walking and felt the tears running down his cheeks. They were hot and shameful.

He dropped the suitcases with a deafening thud and covered his face with his arm. “Don’t look at me!”

He jumped out the window, quickly scaling the branches to the very top of the baobab tree, choking out sobs. Distantly, he heard Julien calling after him.

Don’t follow me, don’t follow me, don’t follow me, he thought. Maybe it was selfish after a week of being apart but he didn’t want anything to do with his friend right now.

Unfortunately, Julien has never been one to do what people want him to. He popped out of the canopy a few yards from Maurice.

“Maurice! There you are!” he called. “Are you ok?”

There was no point in hiding it anymore.

Maurice wiped some snot on his tail. “No! I– I–”

Julien lept over and ran his fingers through the fur on Maurice’s head. For some reason it made his blood boil.

“It’s ok, Mo-mo, let it all out,” Julien soothed.

Maurice pushed him away. “Get away from me!”

“What?” Shock and hurt were written all over Julien’s face.

Why did he say that to his friend? To his Prince?

Maurice couldn’t stop another round of tears from spilling over as he frantically backtracked. “No, I mean– I mean– I… I need to be alone right now.”

“Oh… Ok…” Julien still looked absolutely devastated. “But we can be alone together.”

Maurice shook his head.

“I’ll be quiet!” Prince Julien pleaded. “And I’ll be still! You won’t even know I’m here!”

The ghost of a smile traced Maurice’s lips. “We both know you can’t do that, Your Majesty.”

Julien pouted but quickly gave in. “Fine, whatever. I don’t care. Be sad by yourself.”

He disappeared into the leaves. Maurice took a deep breath.

—

The shadows had shifted when Maurice slowly opened the door to their bedroom. Julien looked up from where he lay on the big four poster bed.

“Are you done being alone, mister grouchy-mean-guy?” Julien grumbled.

“Prince Julien,” Maurice started, walking over to him, “I’m sorry I snapped at you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yes,” Julien huffed. “I was trying to be a good friend.”

Maurice climbed up on the bed next to him. Julien turned his back to him, arms crossed. Maurice put a hand on his shoulder, gently pulling at his fur.

“You were, but I– I didn’t want to see you, I mean–” He sighed. “I’m jealous of you.”

Julien looked over his shoulder. “Huh?”

Maurice’s shoulders slumped. “I wanted to go on the vacation.”

Julien sat up. “There will be more vacations.”

“That’s not it. Your parents said I could come and I was so excited and then I couldn’t and… I want someone to take me on vacations. Family vacations. I want–” Tears welled up in his eyes again. He wiped them away. “Someone like your parents, I guess.”

Realization slowly crept over Julien’s face. Within a moment, he pulled Maurice into his arms, all anger forgotten.

“You already have a family, Mo-mo. I am your family,” Julien said.

Maurice looked up at him. “You?”

“Yes. And when I am king, we’ll go on vacation everyday”

“Every day? I’m not sure that’s a good idea–”

“Shh. We’ll go to the beach and the mountains and the lake and– and– and everywhere.” Julien said, fluffing up Maurice’s tail. “And you’ll never be left home alone again. I’ll be with you.”

Maurice’s lip wobbled. “I’d really like that, Your Majesty.”

“And we will ride from the top of a waterfall in a barrel.”

Maurice looked up. “Uh…”

“I did it just the other day. It was super fun. Did almost get eaten by a crocodile though.”

Maurice rested his head back against Julien’s chest. “Can you tell me that story?”

Julien grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.”

[little-cereal-draws]

So... uh... I wrote a ahkj fic

This takes place when Julien and Maurice abt the lemur equivalent of 6-7. Also, tw for both physical and emotional child abuse

—

“I said be quiet!” Julien’s mom rubbed her temples, scowling at the two young lemurs playing in the corner of the grand throne room. “How many times do I have to say it? You are bouncing off the walls!”

Julien dropped onto the floor from where he was swinging on the curtains. Maurice slowly lowered the stick he had been brandishing as a sword. 

“You have been screaming and laughing and making too much of a mess,” Princess Julienne continued. “I wish– I really wish I could– You really are a thorn in my side!”

“But, Mama, we’re just–” Julien started. 

“Don’t talk back to your mother,” Prince Barry interrupted. “You know what happens when you do that.”

“I was just trying to say that–”

“You’re doing it again!” His father rubbed his eyes in frustration. “I literally just told you not to do that!”

“Papi–”

Maurice grabbed his hand and shook his head. 

“You clearly haven’t heard a word we’ve said. Come here,” Prince Barty growled. “Both of you.”

—

The sun had set and the night wind rustled the leaf ceiling. The candle on Julien’s night stand, put there to stave off the darkness, deliberately remained unlit. 

Maurice shifted on his bedroll. 

Soft crying drifted down from the large four poster bed. 

Maurice looked up. He whispered, “Julien?” 

“Am I a bad kid?” Julien sniffled. 

“No!” Maurice quickly responded, climbing up into the bed from his mat on the floor. 

Julien immediately pulled him into a hug and tucked his head into Maurice’s soft fur. “I don’t mean to get in trouble.”

Maurice nodded.

“I don’t like it when they say loud words,” Julien continued. “It makes me feel bad.”

“Yeah, me too,” Maurice said. The side of his face ached from the slap he had gotten earlier. 

Julien pulled at the fur on Maurice’s chest, twisting his fingers through it. He pulled out a clump of dirt. “Sometimes… And this is a secret, you can’t tell anyone this, ok, Mo-mo?”

“Ok.”

“Sometimes I think they– they don’t like me very much.”

Maurice started. “Of course they do! You’re their favorite! You’re everyone’s favorite! They give you lots of cool toys and take you on trips and stuff. I don’t get stuff like that.”

Julien considered it for a moment. “Yeah, I guess they do. I could play with my paddle-ball for daaaaays.”

Maurice gave a breathy laugh. “You do do that a lot.”

Julien snickered. “You said doo doo.”

“Wha– Oh! I did!”

The air grew tense with silent laughter, both shaking with barely repressed giggles. Maurice bit his lip, trying to hold it in. Julien caught his eye. All bets were off. They erupted into peals of laughter. 

“Doo doo!” Julien squealed. 

Maurice fruitlessly wiped away a tear. “Doo doo!”

Julien struggled for breath and held his sides as he rolled on the leaf mattress. 

“Be quiet!” the voice Julien’s father suddenly roared. 

The two boys instantly froze, all humor lost, staring at the imposing shadow creeping under the bamboo door. 

“If I hear even a single peep out of this room, both of you will regret it until the day you die!” 

Julien pressed up against Maurice’s side. 

After a minute, the shadow left. The closing of the royal bedchamber’s door reverberated down the hall but neither of them dared move. 

When the coast finally seemed clear, Maurice slowly slid to the edge of the bed and started climbing down to his sleeping mat. Before he got too far, however, Julien’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. 

Still crouched in a ball, his eyes were sad and pleading in the dark. No words needed to be spoken for Maurice to climb back up next to him. They curled up together and, lulled by familiar presence, drifted off to sleep. 

[purplewalskurco]

YEET

[purplewalskurco]

he's completely valid for this but it's still funny lol

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Musical Guide to Evil - Part 3

Hello my dear Claimants, Namelore appreciators, and readers of the Guide! It's been a minute but I stumbled upon a new entry to add to my Musical Guide to Evil while re-reading the Battle of Hainaut.

(Not going to retread my entire thesis about songs in PGTE but basically I posit that they serve as the leitmotiv of stories and that they rise and die alongside the story they belong to) Introduction done, now let's talk about Sun in the West!

I'm still unsure if it is the leitmotiv of the fantassins, the Principate of Procer, or both. Probably both. Either way, it sings of fading glory, the death of the radiant sun that the Principate was once, the disillusion of fantassins and soldiers weary of the ceaseless squabbles of the Princes, fantasizing about past splendors that are now coming to an end. It fits particularly well with the defense of Hainaut, where the Principate as a nation is fighting to its survival and to retake what was once one of the principalities, in the face of an overwhelming, unrelenting foe. Part of the reason it strikes me as the leitmotiv for the way of life of the fantassin too is because...well, captain Catarina of the Ligera Bandera says herself that their trade is coming to an end, that the world has left them behind. And yet she's the one who starts singing the Sun in the West. Fitting, for the leader of the largest fantassin company in Procer, fantassins who are intricatedly tied to the way Princes wage war.

This is compounded by the second death of princess Julienne Volignac, reanimated into an undead parody of the gleaming cavalry of the Principate, and killed a second time by her own sister, while the song is still ringing.

And it rings still when the fantassins drive the dead off the ramparts, in a fine last stand indeed. When the last words are sung, the fantassins are still victorious, somewhat. Captain Catarina is convinced their sun is fading, but not set.

I beg to differ. Every single one of these songs ends at the same time as the story they accompany does. And just to underline that, Captain Catarina and hundreds of fantassins get decimated by the Scourges joining the battle, demonstrating that for all their grit, the fantassins cannot hope to stand on their own.

It's not long after that First Prince Hasenbach forces her reforms through the Highest Assembly, signing the end of what Procer once was, and the southern principalities are trying to secede around the same time.

The Sun has definitely set on the west, by then, although the night doesn't last forever.

[rederiswrites]

I own a rotary grater, a "spiralizer", a mandoline, and a food processor, and my princess ass decided none of those were quite right and the only logical action was to julienne three beets, a kohlrabi, and two carrots by hand.

[noneedtoamputate]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms

Thanks to @the-cinnamontography-is-amazing for the tag!

(Mrs.) Audrey Hall - All Creatures Great and Small

Dr. John Carter - ER

Chuck Grant - Band of Brothers

Anne Shirley - Anne of Green Gables

Peggy Olson - Mad Men

Princess Elizabeth/Queen Elizabeth II - The Crown

Samantha Stewart - Foyle's War

Bob Leckie - The Pacific

Det. Lennie Briscoe - Law and Order

Sister Julienne - Call the Midwife

Tagging @pomprincesse (no pressure) or anyone else who wants to give this a go!

[mylittlesecrethaven]

Trollhunters Voice Actors Cause Why Not: Pt 3

I'm doing 10 this time around cause I have time and I don't want this series to be 7 parts.

*sigh*

Yara Shahidi

Who plays Darci in TrollHunters, Callie in My Father's Dragon, and Brenda in Smallfoot.

Lauren Tom

Who plays Mary Wang and Ms. Nomura in TrollHunters, several small characters in the Kung Fu Panda movies and shows, Agent Ping and Dinky in Pound Puppies, Amy Wong in Futurama, and more.

Jimmie Wood

Who plays NotEnrique in TrollHunters and Bonecrusher in the 2007 Transformers show.

Ike Amadi

Who plays Angor Rot in TrollHunters, Martian Manhunter in several DC movies and shows, and a few characters throughout several games in the Fallout series.

Thomas F Wilson

Who plays Coach Lawrence in TrollHunters, Cecil Star and several other minor characters in several Spongebob shows and movies, and several characters in Gargoyles.

Laraine Newman

Who plays Miss Janeth in TrollHunters, Ms. Ribble in The Epic Tales of Captain Underpants, Akala in Kulipari, Aunt Ivy in The Garfield Show, and several other minor characters in many many shows and movies.

Mark Hamill

Who plays Dictatious in TrollHunters, Grand Uncle in The Boy and The Heron, Bardle in The Last Kids On Earth, and Joker in several DC Batman games.

Anjelica Huston

Who plays Queen Usurna in TrollHunters, Queen Clarion in several Tinker Bell movies, and Princess Julienne in All Hail King Julien.

Frank Welker

Who plays the Goblins in TrollHunters, Scooby-Doo and Fred Jones in several Scooby-Doo movies and shows, Azrael in The Smurfs 1 and 2, Sonya in Madagascar 3, Argonaut in Spy Kids 4, Curious George in several shows and movies, Bullseye in Toy Story 3, The Bandersnatch in Alice in Wonderland, Garfield in several Garfield shows, movies, and games, Bolt in Bolt, several characters in several Transformers movies, shows, and games, and so so so many more.

Ron Perlman

Who plays Bular in TrollHunters, Optimus Primal in Transformers: Rise of the Beasts, Gnarlak in Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them, Xibalba in The Book of Life, the Stabbington brothers in the Tangles movie and show, Sozin in Avatar The Last Airbender, Slade in Teen Titans, and a ton of other characters.

I wasn't expecting to have two vas with so many roles. Doing 10 in one post was definitely a mistake cause now it's late and I'm tired.

[splashgal]

Bridgerton Recap- 1x4: 'An Affair Of Honor'

We open on a shot of a chandelier, panning down to a reception hall at the palace. Daphne and Lady Violet enter and nod at passersby. They are talking about her pretty loudly. How rude! Her little tiny curl bangs are back as Violet points out how opinionated all these assholes are and then gets distracted by food. She starts literally chowing down as Daphne tries to chastise her. Violet correctly points out that her daughter looks stressed.

A trumpety fanfare announced Charlotte and Frederick as they stride into the room together. Daphne and Violet walk right up to greet them. The Prince has a ornate necklace for her that he steps behind her to put on, but when the camera moves, it’s Simon who’s all up in her business. You can tell it’s a fantasy because he’s wearing a cravat.

Daphne has a mini freakout and turns to look at the Prince, who asks if she’s okay. She is and so is her new ownership collar necklace. Charlotte states that she will be a lovely princess. Daphne tries to remember how to breathe as we go to the title screen.

Where’s my sweeping theme music and guns coming out of the tree bark? I don’t think I’m asking too much here.

Dame Julie Andrews informs us in voice over that marrying above one’s station is an art form, but Daphne is on a whole nutha’ level. She flounces past little Gregory (yay!) playing with marbles near the grand staircase. Hyacinth (yay again!) trots after her, asking questions about crowns and castles learning German, and Daphne blows her off and shuts the door in her face. Dame Julie reminds us about how Simon may be down, but he’s not necessarily out as Daphne stares at herself in the vanity mirror. She looks kinda nauseated as she touches her giant, gaudy necklace.

The scene cuts over to Simon, who is half-naked and shirtless, going ham on a punching bag. Will and his hottie wife enter, with Will taking a dig at Simon for pretending the bag is a Prussian Prince with Perfect Hair. Simon tells Will that he’s so funny he forgot to laugh, and then adds that his greatest admirer will not be around for the afternoon bout. Will notes that Alice will be there, which she smiles at. Guys, I love these two. Such a healthy, loving relationship.

Simon says he’s leaving town, as his business is concluded. Will and Alice point out that they need Simon to come to the fight to attract other people that will then bet on Will. Simon gets all ‘woe is me’ and Mrs Mondrich asks her husband to beat the piss out of the Duke. Hee. Will begs Simon to come to the match and Alice correctly guesses that he doesn’t want to see Daphne and the Prince there. Simon reminds them of his presence in the room while they’re talking shit. Simon starts in on ‘I’m not down bad, even if Dame Julie says I am’, and Alice cuts him off to tell him there are children back at home, and the children have got to be fed. She tells him he should help them out with money, and then when Will gives her a look, she says ‘you don’t love me for my subtlety’. Hee!

Over at Feather-House, a dude with terrible wiry mutton chops is inspecting Marina as Portia stands by and the Feather-Baron reads the newspaper on Pen’s settee. Portia is touting Miss Thompson’s accomplishments. She sings! She does needlework! Also makes julienne fries! Mutton Chops asks to see her teeth, and he’s not good at reading social cues, because she looks ready to tear him apart, and not in a sexy way. He asks Portia if she’s an idiot, and she laughs and calls him ‘droll’ , which means ‘dryly amusing’ and not ‘let me rearrange your teeth with my fist’, which is how it sounded when she said it. She tells Marina to smile and the young woman bares her teeth. I half-expect her to straight up growl at him. Mutton Chops says you can tell alot about someone from their mouth and then taps at his own stolen war teeth. That was a fucking weird sentence, you guys.

Mutton Chops wants to take her on a test drive, like she’s a pre-owned Mazda. Portia mentions they’ll be at tonight’s ball, so he can kick her tires there. He waddles out. Marina barely waits until he’s out of frame before she turns on Feather-Lady and they start aguing. Portia tries to get her husband to back her up, but he’s even less involved as a husband and father than Mr. Bennett, and he could not care less about any of this. Marina says she’s being courted, so she is not going to marry an old gross dude. Portia cuts her off and says no one is dumb enough to not figure out that she is going to have a healthy baby in six months. Oh, show. You little tease. Mutton Chops wants an heir, and he can’t do math. He’s perfect! Marina stomps out past Prudence and Phillipa and then up the stairs past Pen, who tries to talk to her. Man, Penelope really seems to just get shit on. Portia asks the Feather-Baron why they can’t send Marina off to a farm, which I again hope doesn’t mean euthanasia, but you never know with her. He says it’s not up for discussion. His coat is very purple.

And then we have the introduction to my absolute favorite character on this whole show. A footman comes in and announces a gentleman caller, and in walks Albion Finch, or as he’s lovingly titled in the splashhome, Cheese Man. Finch immediately sneezes. Portia gives him a withering look before telling him that Marina is not available for oil changes and tire rotation. Nope, he’s not interested in her. He’s here for Pippa! Everyone exchanges befuddled looks and then she rises to take his daisies. Aw.

Eloise and Pen are shopping at one of those outdoor craft fair looking things with the individual booths. El can’t understand why someone would want to wear feathers in their hair. Dude, learn your audience. Pen for once is not wearing a feather in her hair, so at least there’s that. Also, anyone wearing that strange double headband with ribbons shouldn’t be judging others probably. Pen asks why they are looking at feathers then, and El says she can’t be in her house because everyone loves Daphne. Pen tries to say that El will be excited for the engagement, but Eloise rolls right over her, talking about how she’s the next one up for sale.

She then segues into talking about Lady Whistledown, how she’s brilliant and rich and doesn’t spend her life on the edge of a ballroom. They should try to meet her. Pen says she has no time to help her uncover such a mystery and Eloise suggests that Penelope say she is sick with whatever Marina had. Ha! And then after all that, El buys a giant flippin’ feather anyway.

We are over at The Battle of Mondrich. Anthony escorts Daphne in. This kinda seems like something he wouldn’t think she should attend. Oh, Daphne agrees and says Bridger-Mum would be pretty pissed if she knew Daphne was there. Anthony points out the Prince and leaves her to it. The Prince says he’s surprised she showed, because ladies and the sensitivities, amirite? Daphne easily volleys back that he must not have sisters, because bitches be crazy. She turns then and sees Simon and gets very distracted very quickly.

The camera does a weird zoomy thing and we are around the ring. Simon, Will, Benedict, Colin, and Feather-Baron are all there. This is a weird group. I guess the theme is ‘easy marks’? There’s a little back and forth about how Simon is a pupil and then Will suggests Simon tell the other men why they should put money on Will today. Oh, but Simon has caught sight of Daphne and gone catatonic. After another nudge, Simon agrees that Will is the one to beat. Feather-Baron announces he’s bet on the other guy, who is ‘the Prince’s man’. I guess the Bridger-Bros are just there to have good hair, which, to be fair, they both do.

And then they’re fighting. The Prince assures Daphne his guy is tough as Simon screams from across the ring and takes his coat off. Daphne goes into a trance as she stares at his forearms, lusting pretty openly in all honesty. Shaking herself out of a horny stupor, she asks the Prince if he misses Prussia. He says he went to school in England and thinks it’s where he would want to raise a family. But… but he’s Prince of another country. Is that even allowed? He asks if she likes her family. Uh, duh. He says he would love for his children to have lots of cousins nearby, if that was okay with his wife. Dude, maybe take it down like half a notch. Daphne looks mildly ill. We cut over to Simon, who is watching her laugh with the Prince. They catch each other’s eye.

Back in the ring, Will is wailing on someone I’m assuming is subtly named Seamus O’ Flannigan or something based on the super Irish music they’re putting over the top of this. Everyone stands and starts screaming. Will pummels the other guy into the floor. Archie is mad. Strangely, Anthony and Colin are clapping, but Ben looks kind put out. Did he bet on the leprechaun? Simon continues to watch Daphne. Why don’t you just pull out your big butterfly net and trap her, dude?

Afterward, we are at I think a gentleman’s club, where Feather-Baron is attempting to talk down the angry mob that wants their money from him. Get back to him in two days time. And they’re cool with that I guess? Weird. Benedict is sitting at a table and gets called to by Mr. Granville, the artist who he accidentally said sucked. Benedict tries to apologize, but Granville says he enjoyed the stinging words. They start snarking on paintings that are hung in whatever library space they’re in. Granville asks where Ben’s work is and Benedict stutters adorably before he’s told to come by Granville’s studio. His ‘real work’ is there, and he thinks Ben will find it less ‘cold and lacking inner life’. Ben has the grace to look ashamed even while sporting at least a semi.

And now we slide over to a table where Simon is sitting. Anthony joins him, saying he heard the Duke was leaving town. Anthony gets close to an apology by saying Simon was acting honorably with Daphne and she’s bagged herself a prince now and all’s well that ends well and not to let the door hit him where the good lord split him and someday they can laugh about all of this silliness. The Prince comes over and asks to speak to the Viscount in private as Simon glowers and downs his drink.

Over in the Bridger-Home, Hyacinth walks past what looks like a giant jello mold as Gregory and Colin spar in the background. Guys, they are so cute. Benedict is lounging in the chair with his legs slung over one of the arms like he’s seven. Violet is attempting to scold Daphne over going to the boxing match as the latter plays piano. Lady Bridgerton’s breasts looks like they’re trying to climb out of her dress in this scene. Hy asks if the Prince was there and Daphne says he was and then she asks about the Duke and both Daphne and Violet short circuit at the mention of him. Daphne didn’t notice if he was there. Oh, El is here too I guess. She’s watching Mrs. Wilson out in the hallway and scribbling away in a book. Hyacinth skips over and asks what Eloise is writing. El says she’s telling Fran what a busybody Hy is. She might be a busybody, but she’s the only one who moved the plot forward in this entire scene so far.

Anthony comes in and Violet is immediately asking him if he took his sister to a boxing match. He shuts her down by stating that the Prince is going to propose. Daphne is started that it is happening so fast. Anthony says she will have his support no matter what she chooses. I think that statement will age very well indeed. Violet can see through her daughter immediately and tells a visibly shaken Daphne that she doesn’t need to decide now.

The scene morphs into the night of the ball. Daphne is sat at her vanity, touching La Coeur de la Mer her necklace from the Prince. Violet comes in and asks Daphne if she likes it. Daphne hedges that it’s beautiful and Violet raises her voice to ask again if she likes it. Daphne asks Violet to just say what she wants to say, and Mommy Bridgerton points out that if she hasn’t made up her mind, she maybe shouldn’t wear that necklace tonight, because what about the Duke? Daphne doesn’t care about that stupid Duke, and anyway he’s leaving. Violet says she knows they had something, and Daphne finally snaps at her and tells her about the entire ruse. She says Violet should be proud, she has a Prince now! Violet says she doesn’t care about rank, she wants her to have love. Daphne yells at her that it was not real. She doesn’t have to pretend anymore. Oh, you guys. She’s so sad. She apologizes to Violet and then says it’s a pretty necklace. Her mummy hugs her.

Over at Hastings House, Lady Danbury is telling Simon she isn’t going to kiss his ass and tell him she will miss him. He says he will miss her too. Hee. She asks where he is going, but surmises that it doesn’t really matter, as he’s going to run away and continue to take his life for granted. She’s not mad, she’s disappointed. Oh, that’s so much worse. He let Daphne go. She I think is explaining to him how babies are born here, but saying love allows society to move forward and King George marrying Charlotte changed everything for them. Love conquers all. He disagrees, but he seems pretty pained about it. Or gassy. He tells her his ship departs at 9:30 tonight. Ooh, how dramatic.

Dame Julie is outside another ball, talking about how much so loves when these people get messy. Same, girl. She calls out Widow Trowbridge, who is wearing a giant effin butterfly on her head. The scene is like if the party in ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ was dropped into the middle of ‘Amadeus’, and I’m here for it. Dame Julie voice overs that she hopes the debs can keep it in their pants tonight.

The Featheringtons arrive and Portia immediately spots Mutton Chops and offers to pre-qualify him and throw in undercoating. I just noticed all the girls but Pen are wearing tiaras. Portia lies that Marina has been looking forward to chatting with him and he says he doesn’t want her to talk, he wants to see her spin. Ew. He leads her away.

Before we have time to really feel bad for her, Finch is there, sneezing loudly. He compliments Phillipa’s dress, comparing the color to a cheese that Portia served at tea. He loves cheese. So does she! So do I! She prefers a Stilton to a cheddar. Oh dang, that is controversial, Pip! Pen giggles at their interaction, while Prudence looks on blankly. Portia notes that there might be two weddings this season. Archie doubts that.

The music sounds like a circus, and the dancing looks like that one that Captain Von Trapp does with Maria where they put their arms up over their heads. And here comes Cressida, to ruin things, because that’s how she rolls. Cressida calls her out for stealing her perfect, blonde prince, and calls Daphne her enemy. Daphne points out that the Prince made his choice. She sees Frederick and crosses the room to flirt with him. While he’s signing her dance card, Cressida walks by and gives her the stink eye. Violet sees all this and starts drinking. Good girl.

Over at Hastings House, Simon is glowering and striding about. He stops and sees the painting he talked about with Daphne and then asks why it is there. His footman knocks him on the head and says ‘think, McDuke, thing!’. Simon apparently asked for it tome come back, which was a pain and a half. We flash back to a blue-toned shot of he and Daphne touching fingers in front of that painting, like it wasn’t just the last episode. Thanks, show. Otherwise, I would have no idea why he wanted that painting back. Simon is so sad. I kinda wish Lady Danbury was here to hit him with her cane again.

Benedict toddles down a dark street, looking for an address. When he knocks on a door, it opens to reveal Granville, sans coat and drinking a glass of something boozy. He invites him in, and they walk down a hall lit with several giant candlelabras, like he’s the Phantom of the Ton, and into a room full of nude female models. Benedict says this isn’t what he was expecting. He walks past a dude with a giant mustache and a soul patch talking to a lady with a pixie cut. Wow, all of society’s hair outcasts in one room. Benedict kind of just stares at them until Granville reminds him he’s supposed to be there for him to see his real work. Benedict stares at the boobs and says he’s jealous. ‘Is this your life?’ he asks, and I hate to get all Eloise on him here, but it very easily could be his as well, because he is a man, and men get to make all the rules. They say jump, and we do. They take away our right to choose how to use our bodies, but still expect support in all their decisions. And then they don’t even show support when we fly to the Maldives and sleep on the floor and dance for what must be a bunch of drug lords, because what was that whole mess?!

…..I appear to have lost my train of thought for a second there. My bad. Anyway, Granville points out the second sons get to do whatever they want, which duh. He tells Ben to go have fun, and he goes over to an empty easel. The woman next to him offers a drag of her cigarette, but I can’t really tell if we are supposed to think it’s something other than tobacco. He stares at the naked ladies for a moment.

And then we are over to Sienna, who is singing at the Amadeus Wide Shut party. Anthony notices her and looks murderous. Or horny. They’re usually hand in hand with him I think. Violet notices and suddenly has a girl with an unfortunate neckercheif ready to introduce to him. He all but blows them off and continues to glower at Sienna. Violet continues to drink.

Elsewhere, Portia is congratulating Lady Trowbridge on her ‘striking taste’. And coming from her, that’s quite the…compliment? Ha! I unpaused after finishing writing that and Lady Trowbridge says the same thing! Phillipa and Prudence trot over and Pippa is crying. Portia asks why she isn’t dancing with her Cheese Man and Philipa pulls her away from the group. Prudence calls her a drama queen. Pip says that the Cheese Man talked to the Feather-Baron and now he won’t look at her. ‘I loved him’ she sobs. Me too.

Portia spots her husband across the room, but I’m momentarily distracted by the man painted teal behind him playing the flute. This party is amazing, you guys. I think this will be the theme for my next birthday. This makes the strange bird party look boring. Anyway, Portia asks what he is doing, because Finch may not be all that (hard disagree), but Phillipa isn’t going to do better. Archie says they can just wait until next season then, as if he didn’t just crack bottles of cider over their noses a few weeks ago. He tells her not to embarrass him further and stomps off. Portia just blinks at his slight showing of a backbone for a second there.

Over at Bridger-Home, Eloise is in the servant’s quarters and finds a hat box under a bed. She opens it to find a giant stack of Lady Whistledown papers. How…is that evidence? Whatever, I’ll let Mrs. Wilson do the heavy lifting in this scene. For here she is, asking what El is snooping for. El lies that Violet asked her to grab the latest copy of Whistledown to ‘count how many times’ Daphne and the Prince were mentioned. Mrs. Wilson says the Violet is at the strange sex party with the rest of her kids and doesn’t really like the Prince. El asks her why she has all those Whistledowns and Mrs. Wilson pushes back and asks why she should explain herself. El tries to play the ‘But I’m a Bridgerton’ card, but Mrs. Wilson counters with the ‘I wiped your ass, child!’ play, then asks El again why she is in her room. El says she thinks Mrs. Wilson is Lady Whistledown! Victory! She’s so righteous! There will be parades held in her honor and-

Mrs. Wilson starts laughing hysterically at that, and then clarifies that El is ‘meant to be the smart one’. Hee! She points out that they work constantly, she doesn’t have time to write or have fun in any way. And then she says she would not be working for them if she had Whistledown money, and I think this is the first time it’s been suggesting that this endeavor is actually probably making a lot of money. She giggles a bit more before hitting Eloise with a deadpan expression- ‘Get out.’ That scene was amazing.

Extreme closeup of women dancing, all of them wearing black chokers. Interesting. Oh, here’s Pen in her yellow, trying to nod encouragingly to Marina, who is in the middle of her test drive. And then there’s Colin over her left shoulder, like a pampadoured poltergeist. He says their host looks fussy and we see a shot of the ginger baby that is ‘hosting’ this ball, which makes it even weirder, you guys. Anyway, Pen’s breath catches at his proximity, for he is all up in her bubble. He asks Pen ‘Do you think if he goes to bed, we all have to leave?’, to which she giggles demurely. He goes on to say that it is lucky Lady Trowbridge got knocked up before her late husband, the Earl ‘croaked’. ‘Lucky indeed,’ she flirts back, and then points out that the baby looks like the ginger footman who is standing near the Lady in questions. Colin has the grace to look shocked. ‘What a barb,’ he says, and he might actually just be referring to his own erection here, because the way they are staring at each other is a lot. You can tell the moment she remembers herself and where they are and then she looks away. He recovers quickly and wants to talk about Marina now. Is she really going out with [Mutton Chops]? Is she really gonna take him home tonight? Penelope says that Marina just wants to be rescued. The Colinbot 1813 stirs upon hearing his ‘wake’ word and is off to save that used Mazda from a guy who won’t get her detailed on a regular basis.

Marina’s dance with Mutton Chops ends and he asks for another, which she quickly calls ‘improper’. He’s not interesting in her virtue though. There are other things a man looks for in a wife. Oh, ew. Thankfully, here comes The Colinbot, swooping in to ask her to dance. He asks if she’s feeling better. You know, since she’s been so sick. He makes a joke about Mutton Chops that she doesn’t get at first. Congratulations Marina, you’re dumber than Colin.

They start dancing crazy, and spin past Daphne and the Prince. He notes that they seem to be having fun, and Daphne says Colin knows how to make things memorable. Are you sure? Because we haven’t seen him in like an episode and a half. The Prince sees his opening. Oh no, is he proposing on the dance floor like a weirdo? She spins aggressively away from him to partner with someone else. When she gets back to him, he continues his long drawn out explanation. She sees Simon in the crowd and gasps and then spins away again. Guys, she is having a full-on panic attack in the middle of this Cirque Du So-Sexy party.

He finally gets to the point, and just as he’s going to ask her, she says she needs a moment to get some fresh air and books it away. Prudence swoops in to ask if she’s engaged, and then a day player gets a line about the Prince having a brother and then she’s bumping into Cressida. ‘Do watch where you’re flying, angel’, she says acidly. She’s a very good villian.

Daphne is outside now, gasping and panicking. She tears off her necklace and contemplates throwing herself off the back of the ship. Suddenly, Simon is there in his red velvet jacket with the slutty, open collar. Can he paint her like one of his French girls? Oh no, wait. She just wants to know what he’s doing there. Me too, after he so dramatically told everyone he was leaving. He came to say goodbye. She calls his goodbye unneccesary, as they are not friends. He apologizes for saying that. She’s very agitated here, shifting her weight back and forth. She is tired of being led on by him and she doesn’t care if he’s sorry or if he leaves. Daphne proclaims she is going to live happily ever after with the Prince. Simon questions if she will be happy. She counters that he is kind and knows what he wants. Ouch. Simon asks if he’s the right man for her. She goes on a whole diatribe about how she doesn’t question his choice to whore up and down Europe, ending with a foot-stomping declaration of ‘I am going to be a Princess!’. Hee. She tells him to leave, but he just stares at her. She turns and flees into the hedge maze, with him at her heels.

They argue back and forth about her safety until he finally calls her by her first name and grabs her arm. When she turns around to look at him, he plants one on her. After a second, she pulls away with a gasp and he apologizes. Daphne stares at him and then pulls him into another kiss. This time he just goes for it and he’s definitely trying to get under her dress but also groping her breasts and they are getting pretty into it. I find it kind of…lacking (please don’t throw garbage at me)?

Anthony happens upon them moaning and writhing and immediately attacks Simon. He gets in a few good punches before announcing he is going to marry Daphne. She’s mortified, until Simon says he can’t, and then she’s clearly heartbroken. Anthony calls him a villian. Duh, did you not see his red velvet jacket? Well, if he’s not going to marry Daphne to save her virtue ( I think?), then they must shoot at each other. She tries to say they really shouldn’t duel, but Ant’s mind is made up, as Simon dishonors her and him and the family and neckties. Simon agrees to it. Daphne doesn’t understand. ‘You would rather die than marry me?’ she asks. Yeah, that one probably stings a bit. He just apologizes to her.

Anthony pulls her back to the party, where everyone is doing a slow motion dance that looks like ‘The Farmer and the Cowman’. Very yee-haw. The camera catches Cressida watching Daphne. Violet is trashed and chatting with a pretty amused-looking Colin. Anthony approaches Colin and says Daphne has a headache and he’s taking her home. Colin, to his credit, looks over at Daphne and can pretty much instantly tell something is wrong.

What he lacks in book smarts he makes up for in sibling intuition at least. Cressida pops up to point out the Daphne looks ill, did she catch a chill in the garden? Dun dun dun! Oh wait, they don’t pick up on that yet. Well, remember for later that I said dun dun dun.

We are back at Totally Nude Nudes with Benedict. Granville tries to give him a mild compliment and Ben spazzes out completely. He can be himself there and not get judged, and he’s welcome back anytime. For any reason. If you get my drift. Are those ladies just perpetually naked in that room? They just left them there.

Across town, Portia is snooping through Archie’s desk as Varley stands by with a candelabra like the good henchwoman she is. She’s not sure what she is looking for though.

Upstairs, Marina is waxing poetic on the Colinbot, saying he’s a surprisingly accomplished dancer. Maybe he has cheat codes? Pen is already in a full-on pout in this scene. Her rack looks amazing. Marina points out how he is with Greg and Hy, saying he will be a wonderful father. Pen chuckles awkwardly and says he’s a ‘tad young’ to marry. Nope, he’s perfect. Did you see the way he rescued her? Pen does a good job of not wringing this girl’s neck, which is what I would do. Colin doesn’t play games and guard his affections. He is eager. Oh, yuck. Pen’s response to this is to literally just climb into bed and pull the covers over her. Subtle.

But apparently it is, because Marina doesn’t really take the hint, instead flopping down onto the bed to talk about how great it will be for her to stay in town and it will be they’re sisters with Eloise. Pen is literally vibrating with rage. As soon as Marina leaves, she gets up and starts pacing. Someone is throwing rocks at her window. It’s El, who is beckoning her downstairs.

‘I have a theory!’ she greets, and Pen does a good job of not wringing this girl’s neck, which is what I would do. Pen is trying to tell her that it’s late and they should talk tomorrow, but in classic Eloise Bridgerton fashion, she’s just talking right over the top of Penelope. It’s not a servant, it’s someone who is invited to parties, someone who is free in society. It’s a widow! Pen finally screams that she doesn’t care. Some people have real problems. Her accent is slipping a bit here, and it’s pretty adorable. El gets sarcastic and asks if Pen is sooo mature now, and she rightly says she’s of age and in society and needs to be worried about marriage. El scoffs and says that Pen doesn’t care about that and Pen snaps at El that maybe she does, and she knows El doesn’t get it- ‘Not everyone can be a pretty Bridgerton!’ El stomps off.

Anthony and Daphne are arriving back at home. Ant says he’s not angry with her, and she says she was half to blame for her garden canoodle. He apologizes and says he knew who Simon was and he should have welded her into some iron pantaloons once he rode into town. He tries to order her to bed, but she says Anthony cannot duel the Duke. Anthony tries to say that this is how things are done. Daphne says she can live with her own disgrace, but can’t live with the guilt of Simon dying. Anthony points out it’s the entire family’s honor they are talking about. Daphne yells that it’s madness just as Benedict ambles in. He grabs Benedict to fill him in and once again orders Daphne to bed. She tries to follow, but he shuts the door, and I guess her fingers don’t work. Curses! Foiled again!

Inside his study, Anthony is telling Benedict he needs to act as his second. Everything I know about duels I learned from ‘Hamilton’, you guys. This so far doesn’t have nearly the amount of popping and locking. Ben asks what happens if Ant dies. The title and estates pass to Ben. Aw, but he just learned about drawing naked ladies, Anthony! What if he kills Simon? Then Anthony has to flee and Ben is still in charge. Looks like Benedict is getting the fuzzy end of that lollipop either way. They hear chuckling in the hallway and go to investigate.

I’m not going to lie, this is my favorite moment in all of season one. I love it way too much. Colin is helping a completely sloshed Violet up the stairs, sarcastically saying she’s clearly sober. She puts a hand on his shoulder and calls him impertinent. She touches his cheek and then starts hobbling up the steps. He watches her cutely before turning to look at his brothers lurking in the doorway of the study. ‘Good god, did someone die?’ Hee!

Will comes down the stairs at his home to the sounds of a raccoon rifling through his shit. Oh no, wait. It’s just Simon, who needs a drink. This set is very set-tey looking for some reason. Maybe it’s my new television. He tells Will he’s dueling Anthony Bridgerton at dawn. Will asks how ‘insulted’ she was. Is he the smartest character on this show? Maybe him and Varley. Will says he’s going to get plowed if he is going to be a second. The subtitles tell me the music is tense.

Over with Anthony in his study, he’s drinking and looking at daddy’s pocket watch. He gets up and goes to see Sienna. Oh, the subtitles also tell me I’ve been putting one two many Ns in her name. He says he knows that they can not be together in the ton, but what if they run away together. He’s dueling, and he will be free of society. He has crazy eyes here. He apologizes and starts to leave, but she grabs him and he tries to eat her face then. The finally shut the door before he gets it in. At least I think.

Feather-Baron comes into his study in the dark, and is startled by Portia. She found his ledgers. He’s a shitty gambler, but at least he keeps good notes. He lost their daughters’ dowries, which is why the Cheese Man was sent away. Ooh, she is so good. I love Polly Walker. Archie starts crying without tears and declares that he failed her and their daughters. No shit. He doesn’t know what to do. He hugs her and she looks bewildered.

Over at Sienna’s, Anthony is putting his boots on. He kisses her forehead and leaves her.

And then it’s a horse-riding montage! Hooves! Gravel! Simon still isn’t wearing a cravat, but now neither is Anthony. Daphne is pacing in her bedroom in her nightgown before finally rushing down the stairs to the study. Colin is in there drinking. I think everyone on this show is a lush, you guys. Has he not been to bed? His hair still looks flawless. She demands to know where the stupid men on their horses have gone. He asks why he would tell her, and she says so she can stop it, duh. Colin basically says they will both fire wide, which is the honorable thing to do. He looks about 15 years old in this scene. She groans that she hears all the time to ‘leave the men to their business’. She says they’re both too dumb to yield at this point, and Colin did not see their energy in that garden. Colin said it’s good that no one else saw them. And then we get the washed out flashback to Cressida asking about getting a chill in the garden. She immediately tells him what she remembers and demands to know where they are. I guess I don’t really get how her knowing changes much of anything about this duel?

Misty fields! Galloping! Oh, sorry, this is not as energetic as it was before. Anthony and Benedict approach a man with a ridiculous wig. Anthony greets him as ‘doctor’ and the doctor tells him to try not to die. Benedict asks where Anthony should aim and the doc basically says he’s an idiot if he thinks he can aim that well. Ben looks a bit concerned.

And here come Simon and Will! Racing through the woods, their steeds alight with the- oh, nevermind. They’re just kind of there too. I guess I’m going to be ready for all the horse-based action in season two. He tells Ben he has another instruction, which is to make sure Sienna is provided for. He has her name written on a piece of paper in his top drawer. That seems safe. Idiot. Benedict swears to take care of her. He gives Ben Edmund’s pocket watch. They are doing a somewhat admirable job of making us think that one of the leads of this show could die in the fourth episode. I mean, kind of.

Yay! Horses! Galloping fast! Daphne and Colin are now racing to the duel as well. Close up horse-riding shots always look really fake to me on this show. I don’t know if they are, but they definitely always look like it. Hee- Colin’s hair isn’t even slightly moving in the breeze.

Over at the Dueling Field, Will and Benedict inspect the pistols. Simon says he’s sorry, but Anthony blows him off. They each take a gun and stand back to back. One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine! It’s the Te- sorry, I went into a Miranda Trance again. Daphne and Colin are still riding their horses very fast. The boys start pacing and then turn to face each other. Simon immediately points his pistol at the sky, but Anthony is pointing his at Simon. What an asshole.

And then he shoots, just as Daphne rides in on her white horse to save the day. The horse startles and she falls to the ground and Simon calls out for her and it’s all very dramatic. Everyone rushes toward her and then there in the background Colin is finally arriving. How much faster than you is she, dude? Anthony and Simon are on the ground when she rolls over and sits up. Simon asks if she’s hurt, and she says she’s fine, and calls them both idiots. Word. Anthony asks what she is playing at, and she accuses him of shooting at her. ‘You just rode into the middle of a duel!’ he yells. Yeah, and it was pretty badass. She needs to talk to the Duke.

Daphne leads him away. Simon says his mind isn’t changed and she tells him they were seen. Cressida saw them. She will ruin Daphne. Oh, I get it now. Simon is unmoved. She asks why he thinks so little of her, and he argues that he can’t marry her because he likes her so much. ‘I know you do not love me, but I never thought you could despise me so’. He says if they get hitched, ‘I can never give you children’. He tells her she deserves whatever her heart desires, so he needs to get back to letting her big brother murder him in broad daylight now, as men do. Anthony cuts in that they need to do this before someone sees them. I don’t know what he’s talking about. Isn’t it normal to be standing around in a field in a three piece suit at six in the morning? These dorks.

But Daphne announces there is no need, because ‘the Duke and I are to be married’.

[jogallice]

Aujourd’hui, jeudi 01/08/24, Journée internationale de la frite belge 🍟 Sans oublier la Semaine mondiale de l'allaitement maternel qui a lieu de ce jeudi 1er août jusqu’au mercredi 7 août 2024 🤱 Au niveau de vos déplacements, privilégiez vélo, trottinette, marche à pied, etc. 🌬️

Deux marchés le jeudi à Annecy : marché du quartier Novel-Teppes (avenue de France) de 7h à 13h et marché de la place Chorus de 8h à 12h ℹ️ Tous les deux marchés alimentaires et produits divers 🧺

L’escale estivale : le café des familles se déplace avec sa caravane et vous accueille autour d'un bon café, d'un sirop, d'un conte ou d'un jeu ℹ️ L'occasion d'échanger avec d'autres parents pendant que les enfants jouent ➡️ Ce jeudi 01/08/24 de 9h30 à 11h30 (13 rue du Maréchal Leclerc) 👪

Dans le cadre des Jeudis d’été du Rucher (du 11/07 au 29/08/24), invitation de l'équipe du Rucher des Forges à rencontrer et découvrir le monde des pollinisateurs, des abeilles et de la biodiversité : ce jeudi 1er août au jardin du Manoir de Novel de 10h à 13h 🐝

Scène ouverte : venez avec votre instrument et votre voix. Mise à disposition sur place de matériel de sonorisation et d'instruments (batterie, clavier, guitare, basse). Pas d'inscription préalable. 🎫 Acc��s libre ➡️ Ce jeudi 01/08/24 de 18h à 22h à la Friche des rails (4e édition) 🛤️

Dounia et la princesse d'Alep (séance sous-titrée) : ciné gratuit en plein air ce jeudi 01/08/24 de 21h30 à 22h45 dans la cour de l’école élémentaire Vallin Fier 📽️ Profitez d'une soirée en plein air en famille ou entre amis ℹ️ Pour votre confort, pensez à apporter votre chaise, transat, plaid 🎬

L’opération Vital’été a repris du service à Annecy le lundi 8 juillet (jusqu’au samedi 24/08/24) : aujourd’hui (jeudi 1er août), Qi Gong, marche nordique ou randonnée pédestre, natation, Taiji Quan et “Savoir rouler à vélo en sécurité” 👌 Activités gratuites, profitez-en 🤩

Qualité de l’air à Annecy (indices ATMO) : la situation caniculaire en place depuis plusieurs jours évolue peu 🌡 La qualité de l’air devrait être dégradée à mauvaise dans la région 💨

L’indice de risque pollinique dans la cité lacustre est moyen, au niveau 2 en ce qui concerne les graminées (indice communal valable du 27/07 au vendredi 02/08/2024 inclus) 🤧 Personnes allergiques : lavez-vous régulièrement le nez avec du sérum physiologique pour éliminer les pollens 😷

Trois dictons du jour pour le prix de deux : « À la saint Alphonse, enlève les ronces. » 🧑‍🌾 « À la saint Alphonse, l’été est là mais s’enfonce. » 🌞 « Saint Alphonse clair et lumineux donne abondance à mille lieux. » 🔆

Et trois autres dictons du jour pour la route : « Après le premier août, lève la pierre, la fraîcheur est en dessous. » 🪨 « Qui se marie le premier août, la corde il se met au cou. » 💒 « Il faut cueillir les choux l’un des trois premiers jours d’août. » 🥬

Pour celles et ceux qui aiment la pluie : « Lorsqu’il pleut au premier août, les noisettes sont piquées de poux. » 🌧 « Quand il pleut le premier août c’est signe qu’il n’y aura pas de regain. » ☔ ou « S’il pleut le premier août, de regain guère ou pas du tout. » 🤔

Je vous souhaite une très bonne journée annécienne et un très bel été à Annecy, dans les 33 autres communes du Grand Annecy ou ailleurs 🏖️

Bonne fête aux Alphonse et demain aux Julien (les Julienne sont fêtées le 16 février) 😘

Bon quatrième jour de la semaine et premier jour du mois  à tous et à toutes 🏙

📷 JamesO PhotO à Annecy le lundi 29/07/24 📸

[thuganomxcs]

━━ poltergeist report: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 | client: @tvstarkuma | mission: “Hey, Yusuke! Don’t take this the wrong way but…” Pause as he thinks about how to say this, “…how can someone like you have more luck with girls than me? I’ve got good looks and an amazing personality!” / always accepting.

━━   ❝  𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈'𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭.  ❞  There was a stoic look on his face, but Teddie was just being..Teddie of course so He supposes he could let this one slide for now. But this wasn’t about Yusuke r his own issues with the way Teddie worded his sentence, it was about Teddie’s dilemma. “Why’s that so important?” Yusuke spoke as he continues chopping the veggies into tiny cubes upon his cutting board and once the onion was chopped accordingly in brunoise then place them within a plastic container.

Next he sets a few carrots upon the board. “I really don’t see the big deal in being a ‘casanova’ IF that’s what’s you’re lookin’ t’ be.” Now he began chopping the peeled carrots en julienne. “But if you really want my advice just try not t’ think about it. You’ve got cute friends..that Inn girl, Satonaka, Naoto and the pop princess. I’d say you’re already lucky with the ladies..unless you’re lookin’ t’ get some ass from one of ‘em. If you had t’ choose I’d say go with the idol. You can only imagine what that voice sounds like under a few sheets.”

[jtheplante]

I think a few years go by from the start to end of show. At the START of the show I'd say (in lemur years = x4 real years):

Todd: 4

Princess Amy: 15 (Only 17 when Koto attempted marriage, ew)

Willie: 22

Karl: 24 (Chauncey's aging is prevented somehow)

Crimson & Clover: 24

Maurice: 24

Pancho: 25

King Julien: 25

Bruce: 27 (so 30 in One More Cup P2)

Timo: 27

Ted: 27

Sage & Koto: 33 (Twins, Sage born first) [35 in Exiled]

Xixi: 34 (single black woman midlife crisis vibes)

Becca: 35

Abner: 37

Dorothy: 38

Tammy: 39

MaryAnne: 40

Prince Barty & Princess Julienne: 47

Croc Ambassador: 47

Butterfish: 50

Horst: 55

"Uncle" Julien: 57

Hector: 65

Grandpa Julien/The Terrible: 75

Helen: 84

Rob: 160 (kept alive by Dr. S's surgeries)

Dr. S: 240

Mort: ∞

Do you guys have hc abt their age order?

[daniesol]

❥ Chapter. I, Act. I: Prelude.

“The esteemed guest has made their arrival, your highness!” Her guard spoke as soon as her makeup was done. She was the most beloved blossom and it was undeniable why; she shone brighter than a thousand stars. For her pure heart, warm attitude and delicateness, she was bestowed the title of ‘Princess Sunflower’ for it was her bright beam of happiness that has illuminated the most despairing of moments as well as every one of her smiles and caresses that touched the hearts of those around her confirmed its veracity.

“If it’s not much of a hassle to you, could you please escort them to the guest room until I freshen myself up for this encounter, as well?” Her pastel dress and sunflower crown which was a keepsake from a time long gone; a gifting of the happiest times, announced her arrival as she stepped into the room. Her lips curving into her signature warm eye smile, beaming like sunshine as she welcomed you into her abode with her gaze that was fixed upon you, inviting you to immerse yourself in her own palace of dreams.

“As you announced your presence inside my palace of dreams, I shall have you know that everything written in here is nothing but a mere work of fiction from the writer’s own imagination who aims to portray the muse in the multiverse as a Vlogger who plays a Disney Princess in her little own fairytale, known as Julienne June and is in no way whatsoever affiliated with Danielle, NewJeans, ADOR nor HYBE Labels! However, if you do wish to contact me for any reason that you desire, please be my guest on my Twitter account. Lastly, I must extend my thanks to you for taking your time to read this if you happen to have stumbled upon this humble blog of mine.”

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This took me waaaaay longer than it should have, but festive meme format post!

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 AHKJ characters as John Mulaney quotes

Julien: 

Maurice: 

Clover: 

Mort: 

Hector: 

Ted: 

Pancho: 

Horst:

Willie: 

Andy: 

Xixi: 

Karl: 

Barty and Julienne:  

Butterfish: 

Hans: 

*Bonus

Other kingdoms abt party kingdom: