#que sera sera challenge

[late-to-the-party-81]

Hi Jen! Congrats on the 1K ❤️ You deserve them all and so much more!

I’m sorry that I’m a little bit late with sending in a request but would it be possible to do “The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one” with Mr. Bucky 🥺 All the love and hugs to you!

AN: Hanna, my love! I hope you enjoy this!

ANd this brings my celebration fics to a close. You still have plenty of time to write your own Challenge Fic for inclusion on my celebration masterlist.

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Summary: You’re perpetually chipper and happy. The steely-eyed brunet you run into outside your work is not.

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

CW: Grumpy Bucky, Meet Cute, Fluff and flirting.

You’re always happy. Nothing ever seems to get you down. So much so, that even your friends call you ‘Sunny’. Que sera, sera was your motto. No use crying over spilt milk, etc. Life is what you make of it, so you choose to make it joyful. Your best friend thought that your receptionist job would eventually wear you down and turn you into a cynic, like her, but no. It was like being upbeat was your superpower.

It was therefore a normal morning as you walked down the sidewalk, humming along to the music pumping through your earbuds, on your way to work. The subway hadn’t been packed, the sun was shining out from behind the clouds and you knew it would be a wonderful day, especially once you’d picked up your hazelnut latte from old Frankie, the street coffee vendor half a block from your office. He always had your drink waiting for you and you always had just slightly more than the exact change, rushing away without taking the change, no matter how many times he’d tried to either catch up with you, or insist the next one was on the house. Thinking about that first sip of nutty-sweet milky java had you almost salivating. Unfortunately it also distracted you.

You registered the bump, followed by a curse that was loud enough to pierce through the music pulsating straight into your ears. You turned to see a man in a leather jacket, with short brown hair, swiping at the patch of wetness on his jeans with a gloved hand, while an empty paper coffee cup lay on its side on the ground. You pulled out your earbuds and then, without thinking, pulled a handful of paper napkins out of your purse. You dropped to a crouch in front of him and started to pat at the dampness.

“I’m so sorry! I was just distracted by the beauty of the day and the thought of my first coffee, and I just didn’t see you, and I hope you’re okay and…”

Your brain kicked in as two things happened. Firstly, you realised that you were patting very close to the stranger’s crotch. Secondly, the napkins were being pulled out your hand very firmly and you were being pulled to your feet.

Blue.

That’s what you noticed first.

Icy, steely blue.

His eyes were like diamonds and momentarily you couldn’t look away.

“...I said, do you always make a habit of accosting and groping strangers first thing in the morning?”

You snapped back to reality as you realised that ‘blue eyes’ was talking to you. Well, actually, it was more like growling at you. What a sourpuss. You flashed him one of your trademark smiles.

“Not everyday, I’ll admit - the police might have something to say about it.” The man ‘harumphed’ and continued glaring at you. Obviously not a fan of your brand of humour.

“...Anyway, let me get you another coffee, it’s the least I can do to apologise.”

You turned toward old Frankie and his cart, and bless his soul if he didn’t already have your drink, and what you could only assume was a duplicate of Grumpy’s order.

“The refill is on the house, Sunny. And no arguments. Accidents happen.”

You smiled at the old man and bent down to place a kiss on his cheek.

“That they do, Frankie. And, if you’ll excuse the blasphemy, it’s only coffee.”

He shook his head at you with a smile and waved you away so he could deal with his next customer. You turned back to the object of your unanticipated morning interaction, only to find that he’s gone. You turned in a circle, seeing if you could spot which way he’d gone, but nope, he’d completely disappeared. Well, his loss, and now you had a spare coffee. With a small shrug you continued on your way.

Ten am, and you were settled into your day. You loved your job as a receptionist at the VA. You got to help some of your nation’s greatest and bravest citizens transition back to civilian life, which you felt was the least you could do to show your appreciation. When you weren’t greeting those coming to use the various services offered at this centre, you were phoning veterans to organise appointments for physiotherapy, counselling and group support sessions.

“Hey, Sunny!” You looked up from your computer to see Joe, one of the support group leaders smiling at you as he leant on your counter. 

“Morning, Joe! It’s a lovely day today, and made even better by you being here!” 

“Sunny, you keep flirting like that, I’m gonna have to insist you come out for a drink with me.”

You chuckled. This was your regular banter with him.

“Joe, you know this ain’t flirting, this is just me. And you’re as old as my dad.”

He clutched his hand to his heart, theatrically. “You wound me, Sunny. I may just expire, as I’m apparently that old. Anyhow, you got me the expected attendance list for the meeting?”

You rifled through the papers in the folder on your desk.

“Sure thing. Here it is. I can see you gotta few new names on here, so hopefully it will be an interesting one.”

“You know that’s an old Chinese curse - ‘may you live in interesting times’?” He gave you a wink as he took the paper from your hand and walked off towards the room he used, with only a slight limp giving away the fact that his right leg was a prosthetic.

Half an hour later and the vets for the Joe’s group started to arrive, all of them being amputees of some description, some sporting prosthetics and others not. They all came together though, to talk about the trauma of losing a limb in combat, the long road to recovery and issues associated with having a prosthetic or a missing limb, both physically, mentally and socially. 

The regulars came up and used the computer screen on their side of your desk to log their arrival and get a printed photo sticker-badge to wear. The newbies, however, had to go through you for their first time, which is why you always recommended they turn up 15 minutes before the start of the session so you could double check their identity, the information you held and then get them a computer profile set up for all return visits.

You’d just completed all the paperwork with one newcomer, and sent him off with an old-hand to the meeting room when the doors to the building slammed open. You looked up and couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face.

“It’s you! I’m afraid I drank your replacement coffee, cos you disappeared so quickly.”

Grumpy just glared at you. You noticed there was still a slight stain on his jeans. You tried a different tack.

“Can I help you with anything? Are you a vet, or looking to support a vet? We’ve got lots of programmes and support groups.”

Still without saying anything he tugged the glove off his left hand, revealing the metallic sheen of the most advanced prosthetic you’d ever seen. Understanding dawned.

“Ooo! Are you here for the amputee support group?” You looked down at your copy of the attendance list, noting that only one vet, one of the new guys hadn’t yet checked in.  “Are you James Barnes?”

“Sergeant.”

A look of puzzlement marred your features.

“Pardon?”

“Sergeant Barnes.”  You got it then. Some guys, especially if fresh out and still adjusting, preferred to be referred to by their military rank. 

“Okay, Sergeant Barnes. I’ve just gotta get you set up here. What’s your date of birth?” You glanced up from your computer to find he was still staring at you.

“Seriously? You’re asking me that?”

You were confused by his tone; this wasn’t normally an issue.

“Absolutely. Gotta make sure I’ve got it all correct.”

“Like you don’t already know.”

Your almost permanent smile started to falter under his intense gaze.

“I really don’t. And I need it for the records.”

Barnes let out a resigned huff.

“Fine. Play your games. Seventeenth March, 1917.”

“1970? Gotta say, you don’t look like you’re over fifty. Good genes I suppose.”

“No, doll. 1917. One Nine One Seven.”

Now you were really confused.

“How is that possible? That would make you…” You paused while you did the maths in your head…. “One hundred and six. And like I just said, you don’t even look fifty.”

“Look, doll. Either you’re a really good actress, been hiding under a rock, or just dumb.”

Normally you could keep your cool, laugh and brush off negative comments, but something about the grumpy sergeant was rubbing you up the wrong way.

“That’s not very nice, Sergeant. Just because you don’t like the questions and don’t want to answer them properly, doesn’t mean you have to be mean to me.”

He sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Are you really telling me that you don’t know who I am? Even with having my name in front of you, seeing my arm and me telling you how old I am? Don’t you ever watch the news?”

“Not really. It’s too depressing and sad.”

Another sigh.

“Okay, okay. My full name is James Buchanen Barnes, 107th. Presumed KIA in February 1945, but in fact taken captive by Hydra. I survived traumatic, unintentional amputation of my left arm via snowy mountainside, and was given a replacement by them when they brain-washed me, turning me into an assassin, and was kept cryogenically frozen between missions, spanning over 70 years. I was known as the Winter Soldier. My conditioning started to break in 2014 when I was commanded to kill Captain America, but as Steve was my childhood best friend, my brain rebelled. I went on the run for two years until I was framed for the assassination of King T’Chaka of Wakanda and captured by Shield, then triggered into my Winter Soldier state by a disgruntled Sokovian Baron, wanting revenge on the Avengers for the death of his family during the Ultron incident. I then spent a further two years in Wakanda, having my programming broken, recovering mentally and physically, and given this new arm, before fighting Thanos and getting dusted with half of everyone else. Came back in the Blip, and now supporting Sam Wilson as the new Captain America. I was pardoned for my past crimes and have to attend court mandated therapy and it’s been suggested that attending a support group could be good for me. Know who I am now?”

It was your turn to stare, eyes wide and mouth open as you absorbed all the information from his monologue.

“Soooo, what I’m getting is that you really are 106 years old and for some reason you have a pardon and court-mandated therapy for things you did while you were brain-washed. Seems hinky to me, but who am I to question it?”

A snort left Barnes’ nose, a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“That’s what you take from my story. No questions about Hydra, no histrionics about the fact that a famed assassin is standing in front of you?”

“Why would I? You’ve told me you’ve been ‘deprogrammed’, you’ve been referred to us for group support, and if you were that dangerous I’m sure I wouldn’t have survived the coffee incident this morning.”

His lips twitched, and his face transformed. The lines in his forehead disappeared and migrated to the corners of his eyes, eyes that were now less steel and more spring sky coloured.

“Nothing phases you, does it?”

“Nope. That’s why everyone calls me Sunny. And is that a smile I see, Sergeant? Don’t tell me that somehow I’ve broken through that stoic facade of yours?”

His smile grew wider.

“I’m sure you’re just imagining it. I’m still really annoyed.”

“Uh-huh?” You smiled back. No, you grinned back.

He leaned his crossed arms on the counter, his stance now far more relaxed.

“What other information do you need for that computer system of yours, Sunny? My telephone number perhaps?”

Oh, wow! He’d gone from grumpy to flirt in less than 60 seconds. Now he was fully smiling you had to admit he was kinda cute. Or rather hella hot. You resisted the urge to pull at the neckline of your top to let the steam out.

“I’ve already got a record of that here already, Sergeant.”

His arm reached over the countertop and he snagged your pen and notepad from next to you.

“Well, just in case you need it again for your records, or for any other purpose, I’ll write it down for you.”

If it was possible, your grin got wider.

“Why, Sergeant Barnes, that’s very… helpful of you.”

“Call me James, doll. Or Bucky, if you want.” The tip of his tongue peaked out from between his lips and you were mesmerised.

“Of course… James.” 

You swore you saw him shiver as you said his name. 

The clock above your head gave a ‘ding’ as it struck the hour, and you realised that his session was about to start. You gave a little cough and dragged your eyes away from Barnes’ James’ face and back to your computer.

“I’d best get this all finished off, so you can go join in the group. It’s really good - Joe is so lovely and supportive.”

You finished typing, directed him to stand in front of the camera (which he scowled at) and printed off his sticker ID.

“When you finish, just peel off the sticker, place it in the bin and note on the system that you’re leaving. That should be around midday.”

“And when do you get your lunch break, doll?”

Oh! How were you supposed to cope in the face of his megawatt charm? It had been a lot easier when he was grouchy, even though you’d wanted to tease him.

“Why, James, are you asking me out?”

“Well, you do owe me a coffee.”

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[ernestinee]

J'ai remis les pieds dans mon level 10, ça faisait longtemps. Les domaines que je veux faire évoluer sont le boulot et la santé. Les autres sont moins urgents.

Du coup boulot je me mets 6/10 et je veux monter à 7.

- Mon patient bègue évolue super bien ! C'est très technique mais il adhère totalement à ce qu'on fait et il met en pratique. Il réussit de mieux en mieux à prévoir qd il va bégayer et il réussit à court-circuiter puis réfléchir au deuxième son, ce qui lui permet d'adoucir l'attaque sur laquelle il bute. Il nous reste pas mal de boulot sur le rythme et la respiration mais c'est génial déjà. Et sa fierté quand il y arrive 🤍

- Ma patiente avec de l'anxiété sociale progresse bien aussi. C'est une anxiété liée à son trouble développemental de langage. Elle a réussi en moins d'un mois son premier objectif, qui était de réussir à lâcher sa maman dans un magasin pour aller chercher qqchose dans un autre rayon. Elle a 13 ans. Ça semble automatisé, dans le sens où elle a moins envie d'être invisible dans ces moments là. Son prochain objectif est d'acheter un pain dans une boulangerie. On a travaillé la puissance vocale et les phrases de chaque étape, on a visualisé et répété ensemble. Sa maman va lui montrer plusieurs fois, avec les étapes sous les yeux puis ce sera à son tour. Aujourd'hui elle a été spontanée deux fois et m'a regardée dans les yeux quand elle m'a parlé. Première fois que ça arrive en 8 ans.

- Les tâches se cochent les unes après les autres et mon nouveau système pour ne plus procrastiner fonctionne assez bien. Je ne suis plus débordée, je ne culpabilise plus quand je me repose le weekend.

Pourquoi seulement 6/10? Parce qu'au bout de 8 ans comme indépendante, c'est encore difficile financièrement par moments, car:

- congés scolaires= beaucoup d'absents

- automne hiver = beaucoup de malades = beaucoup d'absents

- retour du soleil = on va en profiter, c'est si rare, on va aller se balader, à la semaine prochaine

Résultat : à l'année, je dois compter 40% d'honoraires qui sont passés à la trappe. On enlève les taxes, le carburant et les entretiens, le prix du bureau qui ne change pas même quand les enfants sont quasi tous en vacances, etc. etc. Il ne reste pas beaucoup.

Cette année-ci ça s'est encore plus senti car l'ado a été énormément malade, j'ai dû rester avec lui régulièrement, puis j'étais malade à mon tour et j'ai plusieurs patients assez fragiles, qui sont ko plusieurs semaines avec un rhume, parce que ça évolue rarement bien chez eux, sans compter qu'ils le refilent à toute la fratrie et que j'ai de l'empathie pour les parents qui vont devoir gérer ça. Et puis "choper les microbes de la logopède = beaucoup d'absents"

Du coup, sur les périodes où ils sont plutôt présents, je dois bosser beaucoup plus.

Du coup je vais augmenter mon nombre de patients.

Voilà donc le challenge de l'année c'est d'augmenter le nombre de patients tout en continuant de bien gérer mes tâches et mon temps pour ne pas être débordée, et augmenter le chiffre d'affaires à l'année.

Santé : 4/10. Explications :

Je me fissure d'un coup. C'est scientifique, il y a de vraies études sur le coup de vieux de 44 ans.

Je ne sais pas encore bien comment (ni quand) prendre soin de ma santé pour avoir moins l'impression de me fissurer de partout. Mais cette image de la façade est exactement ce que je ressens depuis quelques mois.

[maneki-art]

Dernier jour du Swing Macabre !

Et comme d’habitude, je n’ai pas pu atteindre tous mes buts.

MAIS

Reprenons les uns à uns :

But 1 : Définir le design d’un des deux personnages principaux, l’adorable François, et accessoirement, éventuellement, le style graphique du tout.

FAIT ! Bon, le style graphique c’est pas encore tout à fait ça, mais j’ai François !

But 2 : Faire une illustration de François, pour me servir de carte d’Halloween.

Fait aussi ! La preuve plus bas ! (et aussi, elle est disponible sur RebBubble en français et en anglais !)

But 3 : Définir le design du second personnage principal : La jeune fille (et parce que j’en ai marre et que je n’ai pas de meilleure idée, je vous présente Madeleine, alias Madou, Madie, et elle vous arrachera les yeux si vous l’appelez Mado)

Fait aussi ! Ce fut même le plus difficile.

But 4 : Définir le design des personnages secondaires, entre autres l’Ankou, les Deuillants, les Grâces, Les Pendus et la Dame Blanche (et les poneys de l’Ankou. Si j’ai le temps)

Errrr ,nope. Et je réalise que j’ai un peu besoin d’eux pour la suite du storyboard.

But 5 : Commencer le story-board.

Fait.

But 6 : Avancer le storyboard le plus possible.

Fait. Même si j’aurais put faire plus.

But 7 : Finir ? … Naaaaaaan.

Hé, au moins, j’ai été réaliste sur ce coup, non ?

Donc 5 buts sur 7, je trouve que je m’en sors plutôt bien ! Et je vais continuer le story board, même si j’avoue que ce sera nettement plus longs, entre ma recherche de nouveau boulot et ce virus qui n’en finit pas.

Merci à tous pour votre soutien et votre enthousiasme pour ce projet et surtout François (il fait des cœurs avec ces doigts, ça va prendre encore des heures pour remettre tous les os en place) et j’espère pouvoir vous présenter la fin de ce défi bientôt !

Last day of Swing Macabre !

And as usual, I couldn't manage all my goals.

BUT

Let’s check those one by one:

Goal 1: Designing one of the main characters, the adorable François and, if possible, the art style.

DONE! Well, except for the art style, but at least, I have François !

Goal 2: Do a full color illustration of François, so I can use it as a Halloween card.

Also done! Proof under this text! (and also, the card is available on Redbubble ! In French but also in english!)

Goal 3: Designing the second main character and while I’m at it, I need to give her a name because calling her The Maiden of The Death is a bit LONG.

Ok, I’m done calling her that and since I don’t have a better idea, her is Madeleine, aka Madou, Madie but she will rip your eyes off if you call her Mado)

Also, design done, it was one of the hardest of all…

Goal 4: Designing the secondary characters, among them, the Ankou, the Mourners, The Graces, the Hanged men and the White Lady (and the Ankou’s ponies. If I have the time.)

Errrr, nope. And I’m just realizing I need them for the rest of the story board.

Goal 5: Starting the storyboard

Done.

Goal 6: Advancing the story board as much as I can.

Done.

Goal 7: Finishing? … Naaaaaah.

Look, at least, I was being realistic about that one.

So 5 goals done out of 7, I think I’m doing rather fine! And I will keep doing the story board, even if I’m going to be rather slow, in between job search and this virus that never ends.

Many thanks to all of you for your support and your enthusiasm for the project, especially for François ( her is making heart shape with his fingers right now, it’s going to be a nightmare to put his hands’ bones together after that) and I hope to be able to show the end of this challenge soon !

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Que Sera, Sera

Pairing: Alcide Herveaux x F!Reader

Warnings: Reader has a bad day, Reader is not a werewolf, eating and drinking, talk of past abusive relationship (not in detail)/abuser, lots of emotions, angst, the hard parts of relationships, pregnancy

Word Count: 1497

Summary: After a stressful day at work, you come home to your loving boyfriend Alcide. Unfortunately, he’s got some news to share with you concerning his ex. Will your relationship be able to survive the challenge?

Notes: Jukebox Challenge Part 2! This one is angsty af, y’all. I just re-watched my way through True Blood and I just want to snuggle Alcide! Among other things. But yeah, this is inspired by Doris Day’s “Que Sera, Sera” but, like, in a dark way. Sorry Doris. 

Follows/Likes/Reblogs/Comments are always appreciated! If you have a song or situation in mind you’d like to see, request it!

Enjoy!

XOXO, Meghan

You were exhausted. Work had not gone well, traffic sucked getting there and back, and you’d spilled the coffee you’d been ten minutes late for all over your outfit within minutes of arriving at work. When you pulled the car into your driveway, however, your tensions melted away. 

Coming home to Alcide made all the bullshit worth it. You couldn’t suppress the smile that rose as you got out of the car. The smells coming from the backyard clued you in on what he’d gotten up to on his day off, so you dropped your bag and made your way through the house to the patio. 

His back was facing you where he stood setting the glass table for dinner. Two plates piled high with steak and potatoes and roasted carrots, silverware, a wine glass next to your plate and an open beer by his. Your mouth watered — not only at the smell of the steaks, but at the sight of the man tending them. Red buffalo check flannel stretched over his incredible shoulders and a pair of jeans hugging his tight ass and thick thighs. 

“Hey Darlin’,” he said, not turning around. Stupid werewolf senses alerting him to your presence. He was impossible to sneak up on.

You made your way over and snaked your hands around his waist and pressed your face between his shoulder blades. He smelled of fresh linens and spicy cologne, grounding you in the moment. Everything that had made today suck was gone in an instant, a distant memory because of the man in your arms. 

Alcide turned in your grasp, his arms settled around you. “I’m glad you’re home,” His voice rumbled in his chest alongside the steady thump of his heartbeat. You nodded and pulled back to look up into his handsome face. 

“Me too,” you said, kissing the tip of his nose. When you pulled back you couldn’t help but notice the far-off look in his eyes, even as they were trained on you. He looked like a kicked puppy, apologetic and sad. You reached up and smoothed your thumb along his furrowed brow. “Something wrong, babe?

He cleared his throat and expertly dodged the question with a forced smile, “Let’s eat ‘fore it gets cold, yeah?” 

“Okay.” 

He led you by the hand around the table and pulled out your chair like he always did, then filled your wine glass with a delightful red blend he knew you loved before settling into his own chair. 

You ate in contented silence for a few minutes before you felt his eyes watching you. 

“What?” you asked, mouth full of potatoes. 

The corner of his mouth lifted in a sad smirk, and you noticed a flash of guilt in his eyes. He’d been picking at the label on the beer bottle, his food barely touched. Something was wrong.

“What? Did I do something?” you asked, brow rumpling in concern. 

“No, nothin’ like that,” he answered quickly, then leaned back in the chair and ran his hands through his hair, groaning loudly. “Debbie called today.” 

At the mention of his ex, every muscle in your body tensed. You had known Debbie and Alcide since high school, you knew the seemingly unshakable hold she had over him. When he’d shown up on your doorstep six months ago saying he’d broken up with her for good and needed a place to crash, you’d happily offered him your guest room. 

A few months later, after what you thought was a friendship-ruining confession of your long standing crush on him, he moved his stuff into your room and you’d been living in domestic bliss for the last four months. 

“What did she want?” you asked, grip tightening on your utensils. You stared at the space just beyond your plate, not trusting yourself to remain impartial if you looked directly at him.  

“She’s uh, she’s pregnant,” he said. Your eyes snapped to him, panic flooding your system and the calculation of when he moved in vs. how far along she’d be vs. how much your heart would break now if he went back to her started running in your mind so quickly you almost missed his next sentence. 

“It’s…mine.” 

The utensils clattered against your plate and you tried to summon any scrap of empathy you had as he continued. Your stomach churned. 

“Remember that night I went to Lou Pine’s for Lisa’s birthday party? That’s when it happened, I guess…she’s almost six months along and is having some issues, medically, so she wants me to help her out…”

Alcide kept talking but you stopped listening, downing your glass of wine and quickly pouring yourself another. You downed that one too. Hopefully that would calm the carousel of questions that was buzzing through your brain, picking up speed with every second that passed. 

“Stop talking,” you interjected. “I…I need to process.” 

You stood up so quickly the deck chair toppled over, but you didn’t care. Instead, you grabbed your wine glass and the bottle and stomped up the stairs to the bathroom. Not until the lock clicked into place and a towel pressed against your face did you finally let out an angry, primal scream. While you knew Alcide probably still heard it and the flimsy knob lock wasn’t enough to keep him out, you also knew that he would respect that you needed space. 

He was considerate like that. 

You drew yourself a scalding hot bath and threw in some oils and a fancy bath bomb for good measure, then stripped and got in. Hot baths helped you sort out your emotions. Steam wafted off the top of the water, condensing along your skin.

Anger at Debbie, since you knew that the pregnancy was most likely a way for her to manipulate Alcide and get him back. He was a fastidious man when it came to birth control, wearing a condom even when you had an IUD, “just in case.” Either Debbie took advantage of him in an altered state, or she turkey-bastered it, or it wasn’t actually his. Whatever she’d done, the outcome was the same. 

Fear that Alcide would leave you. Honorable nearly to a fault, you had no doubt Alcide would do whatever he could possibly do for his child, and he would take care of its mother as well. You’d known each other for years but had only been together for a few months, and you’d seen how easily Debbie pulled Alcide back into her orbit. 

Sadness. Self-pity. What you had with Alcide was still new, and couldn’t possibly compete with the years he’d spent with Debbie — especially not in her current situation. You couldn’t argue with that kind of history. He would pack his things and leave you alone in your house that now felt too big for one person but perfect for two. 

When the glass and your bottle were empty, you drained the tub and sat there until it was empty. As you pulled a towel around you, a few soft raps on the door caught your attention. 

“Go away,” you said, words slurring slightly from the wine. 

“Not until you hear what I’ve got to say.” His tone was firm, and you knew it was no use arguing. The exhaustion you’d come home with was back tenfold it seemed. All you wanted was to crawl into bed and disappear under the covers, but you owed it to him to hear him out. 

So you opened the door. Alcide had one hand resting on the trim, the rest of him hung limply, like only his bones were propping him up. He wasn’t even looking at you, his hair falling in front of his face. 

In all your processing, you had barely considered how this was affecting him. Suddenly saddled with a responsibility he never wanted with a woman he knew he couldn’t trust. You reached out and brushed his hair back. He leaned into your touch, raising his face to you. In the light coming from the bathroom, the redness around his eyes was apparent, some tear tracks disappearing into the scruff along his jaw.

“I didn’t want this to happen. You have to know that,” he half-whispered, “I never wanted to hurt you.” He looked at you, desperation in his eyes that melted your heart. 

“I know.” 

“I don’t want to lose you, but,” he gulped, fresh tears forming along his lashes, “I understand if you want me to leave.”

“No! I don’t want you to leave. That’s the last thing I want,” you assured him. Relief broke like a wave over his face and he pulled you tight against him, burying his face in your hair. You hugged him back just as tightly, but it wasn’t until you felt the dampness spread in your hair that you fully softened for him. 

You stroked his back and muttered words that you weren’t sure you believed. “We’ll figure it out. Together, you and me. It’s gonna be okay.”

[alleyesonrafah]

“Dear Sir/Madam,

Hope you and your loved ones are doing well in these tough times! I'm Nermen and could really use your help. Not just for me but my family and lots of people who are suffering like us. A lot has happened - we have lost our homes our homes after being forced to move. Many of us now live crowded together under unsafe conditions.

We used to have houses but after they got bombed up we're currently holed up in tents trying desperately just to survive one day at a time…

Following 4 brutal months of war here in Gaza which has stripped us from essentials- food, water, power...it's hard to survive. Our houses were blown up during the strikes and now a tent is what we call home.

Things ain't looking great - we're struggling big time and it's even more devastating seeing our kids not having food or water, falling sick without medical care, simply because they can't get their hands on basic resources or any kind of support.

In these challenging times, I and my family are helplessly facing extraordinarily difficult circumstances without even being able to meet the most basic needs. It is indeed heart-wrenching to feel such desperation all around us; hence our plea for assistance at present.

Therefore I implore for your assistance – any contributions will be gratefully received towards alleviating at least some aspect of our collective hardship.

sincerly

Updating;

A 4 weeks ago I lost my sister Nadreen 30 years old and her three kids ( Anas 12 years old , Ali 10 years old and Ameer 8 years old ) in this cursed war ! Its imaginable …

my innocent sister and her children were sheltering in a rented house in the (safe area) and the house was completely bombed and they were found in pieces, may their souls rest in peace.

help me evacuate my whole family, every contribution counts and makes a big difference, thank you for your support

The money that we get gonna be covering all for evacuation and to help my family to start new life in a safe place ( irs arround 30 members and each one cost him arriund 5k for to get tanseeq with egypt border to be able to pass trough Rafah

Cher Monsieur/Madame,

J'espère que vous et vos proches allez bien en ces temps difficiles ! Je m'appelle Nermen et j'aurais vraiment besoin de votre aide. Pas seulement pour moi, mais aussi pour ma famille et pour beaucoup de personnes qui souffrent comme nous. Beaucoup de choses se sont passées : nous avons perdu nos maisons après avoir été forcés de déménager. Beaucoup d’entre nous vivent désormais entassés dans des conditions dangereuses.

Avant, nous avions des maisons, mais après qu'elles ont été bombardées, nous sommes actuellement enfermés dans des tentes, essayant désespérément de survivre au jour le jour…

Après 4 mois de guerre brutale ici à Gaza qui nous a privé de l'essentiel : nourriture, eau, électricité... il est difficile de survivre. Nos maisons ont explosé pendant les frappes et maintenant une tente est ce que nous appelons notre maison.

Les choses ne s'annoncent pas bien - nous luttons énormément et c'est encore plus dévastateur de voir nos enfants sans nourriture ni eau, tomber malades sans soins médicaux, simplement parce qu'ils ne peuvent pas mettre la main sur les ressources de base ou tout type de soutien. .

En ces temps difficiles, ma famille et moi sommes confrontés, impuissants, à des circonstances extraordinairement difficiles, sans même être en mesure de répondre aux besoins les plus élémentaires. Il est en effet déchirant de ressentir un tel désespoir autour de nous ; d'où notre appel à l'aide à l'heure actuelle.

C’est pourquoi j’implore votre aide – toute contribution sera reçue avec gratitude pour atténuer au moins certains aspects de nos difficultés collectives.

sincèrement

Mise à jour ; Il y a 4 semaines, j'ai perdu ma sœur Nadreen 30ans et ses trois enfants (Anas 12 ans, Ali 10 ans et Ameer 8ans ) dans cette guerre maudite ! C’est imaginable… ma sœur innocente et ses enfants se réfugiaient dans une maison louée dans la (zone sûre) et la maison a été complètement bombardée et ils ont été retrouvés en morceaux, que leurs âmes reposent en paix. aidez-moi à évacuer toute ma famille, chaque contribution compte et fait une grande différence, merci pour votre soutien

L'argent que nous recevrons va couvrir tout pour l'évacuation et pour aider ma famille à commencer une nouvelle vie dans un endroit sûr (il compte environ 30 membres et chacun lui a coûté environ 5 000 $ pour obtenir Tanseeq avec la frontière égyptienne et pouvoir passer par Rafah.

Updates (1)

April 8th, 2024

by Nermen Alnawajha, Organizer

Merci beaucoup pourvotre contribution et générosité, sachez que vous faites une grande différence , svp partagez avec vos amis .

Thank you very much for your contribution and generosity, know that you are making a big difference, please share with your friends.”

[theitalianscribe]

What's in a Name

Summary: This would be Wiatt's first lunch joining his boyfriend (BOYFRIEND!!!) at his usual lunch spot with his usually lunch mates, which is to say that he was re-meeting Lewis's best friends with the context of dating Lewis. This was basically make or break it as far as Wiatt was concerned. Just had to make a good impression. No pressure. Right? Riiiiight.

(Also available on AO3)

     Wiatt was nervous. This was his first time seeing having lunch with Lewis as his boyfriend. What's more, this was his first time having lunch with his boyfriend and his boyfriend's best friends. Wiatt knew how important the two friends were to Lewis. One was practically a sister that Lewis had grown up with and the other rounded out their energetic ideas and was a kind glue that smoothed out the edges and made the three closer than the two were before. He treasured these friendships and if either of them thought he wasn't right for Lewis or just didn't like him, well, a boyfriend of two days vs a pair of best friends for over a year? He was pretty sure who Lewis would choose, and honestly? Was Wiatt even that much? What did Lewis even see in him? 

     He had to make a good impression. He had been introduced before, but something about today felt more real. Oh, fuck! What if he got their names wrong? What if he forgot them? Asking them to repeat their names after he had known of them as long as he had known of Lewis? He was going to seem like such a careless jerk. Wiatt nervously jiggled the cord of his headphones and winced at the slight static sound it caused. He would have to put Coldplay on pause in a moment, but he let the tempo of 42 guide the beat of his footsteps as he scanned the area for a sign of blonde, brown, or orange hair. 

     Eventually, he spotted Lewis's beanie and made his way to one of the blue mesh metal tables with an umbrella. Next to Lewis was a girl with long brown hair. She was munching on baby carrots from a purple striped lunchbox with the Cheshire Cat on it. What a shifty character to pair with someone eating in a shifty way. Just carrots? Plain? No ranch? No hummus? As if sensing his judgment, she plucked a grape out of the bag and took a bite into another carrot. What a monster! 

     Next to the food fiend was a boy with slightly unkempt red hair and sunken green eyes. Wiatt's Wikipedia-scavenging heart went out the boy he clocked as a fellow insomniac. 

Lewis looked up from his cafeteria soggy spaghetti and meat sauce and a beaming smile lit up his face. That smile could give solar power a run for its money, but instead it sent a charge to the butterflies in Wiatt's stomach, especially when his lips parted to sing out his name, "Wiatt! Darling! Come, join us."

     At the sound of his harmonious voice, Lewis's friends looked up at the lunchtime interloper. Right! This was the make it or break it moment. The brunette was closer, so he offered his hand to her. 

"Hi, Sara." Her name was a bit easier to remember because after their introduction he had the song “Que Sera Sera” stuck in his head.

     Sara didn't take the offered hand. She just stared at him, as if challenging him to try and mess with her. Fair enough. He didn't need to talk to her. Let her resume her food crimes.

     Time to greet the other friend. Right. His name had something related to plants, right? Oakley? Ash? Forrest? 

“Wiatt!” The other boy exclaimed. Then he made a face like he was worried he said something wrong. Or maybe he was worried he said it too loud? Well, Wiatt would just up the energy and try to calm this guy’s nerves. Besides, he remembered the boy’s name. They were in World History together.

“Hey! Good to see you, Basil!” Wiatt cheered and gave his own smile.

     Basil took the offered hand and smiled back, then paused. 

“Yeah! Wait.”

Sara started to cackle. She leaned over and gave the redhead a noogie. “He sure is! It’s my bestest buddy, Basil.”

“Saaaraaaaa,” the boy whined.

At the same time, Lewis cleared his throat, stood up, and guided Wiatt to sit next to him. “That is Oliver, Darling.”

Oh. Oh. Oh no. Wiatt covered his face. “Oh my god. Oliver! I am so sorry! Oh no. Hnnnngh!”

Lewis chuckled and pat Wiatt’s back. “It’s quite alright, Darling. We could tell you were nervous.”

“You sit next to me in World History.”

“I am really sorry!”

Sara took a breath to calm her laughter. “He’ll forgive you, don’t worry. I, however, will not let you live this down.” “Noted.” Wiatt deadpanned.

“For the record, you got my name right, at least. But I am telling you now it is spelled S-A-R-A. No H.” “Got it.” “Do you want me to write it down? I can get a pen.”

“If I offer half my cookie will you forgive me?” Wiatt sighed.

“You may buy my silence for the moment.” Sara agreed cordially.

“I was asking Oliver.” “Are you sure you don’t mean Basil?”

“I really don’t mind. Wiatt.” Oliver finally spoke up. Wiatt held out half the cookie to him nonetheless. Oliver gamely took the treat, broke it into thirds, and passed a piece each to Lewis and Sara.

“Aww! A sweet from a sweetheart!” Sara cooed in thanks. She then retrieved a bag of…more grapes??? from her lunchbox and passed the plastic bag to Oliver.

“You just don’t want to eat the olives,” Lewis chided

“Yes, and?” Sara retorted

Oliver looked at the bag, smirked for a moment, and held the bag out to Wiatt. “Want some? As a pneumatic device?”

Wiatt let out a nervous chuckle and plucked one of the offered namesakes. “Thanks.”

     From there, things went a bit more smoothly. Aside from the occasional teasing from Sara that petered out after a while, the name mishap was forgotten for a while. At least, it seemed to be.

-Around a year later-

     The three best friends looked over their new employees. To think, they had employees , now! People were relying on them for instructions and paychecks. The nerves! 

     Oliver was surprised to see some familiar faces. It felt weird seeing people he knew from school when they were now in a different city. Sara leaned over to inspect the list of names and photos to go with the names. 

“Oh, no way! Lewis?” That was Andrew. He was in a study group with Sara as well as the art club Lewis had to drop once they started the project that led to them founding the Dreamworld facility.

“It’s good to see you, Darling.” Lewis greeted.

“Is it just you or is…Oh! Hi, Sara.” Andrew was bouncing on the balls of his feet. Then he turned to look at Oliver. “I didn’t get to know you as well as Lewis and Sara. Oh! But now I have the chance to know you more, too! I look forward to working with you, Basil!”

“Oh, um,” Oliver was caught off guard by Andrew’s enthusiasm, but his words registered after a moment. Oliver let his face fall into his palm, “Darn it, Wiatt.” 

Sara patted his shoulder. “Not even here and the plus one is still causing trouble,” Sara laughed. 

[onaperduamedee]

Translation mine under the cut:

PREMIÈRE: At the end of season 1, Moiraine loses all her powers… In what state do we find her?

ROSAMUND PIKE: Moraine isn't the same woman anymore. She's traumatized and isolated like a wounded animal pushing away all those close to her. In this world, being cut from the One Power for a woman is one of the most painful traumas, akin to losing a child. So you're going to see how an incredibly strong character up to that point tries to fight her enemy without her greatest weapon.

Which new sides of her character did you discover?

She seems much more vulnerable. She feels like a fundamental part of her identity is missing. And that doesn't happen in the books, it's our writers' exploration. I was a little stunned: I liked Moiraine for what she was and I didn't want to see her suffer. So it was a challenge, not exactly pleasant, but very interesting.

Losing the One Power means losing her Warder's bond. How was the relationship between Moiraine and Lan affected?

Their dynamic takes a hit! In this universe, Aes Sedai and Warders are mentally linked as well as physically: this bond allows them to stay awake without food longer, but also to feel what the other feels. Suddenly, Moiraine and Lan find themselves in deafening silence, cut from each other. They have never needed to communicate because they always had this intense connection that did it for them. So Moiraine starts to distance herself, she doesn't feel worthy of him, she pushes him away and becomes very cruel. Daniel and I were separated for a long time in season 2 and we missed working together…

Will we dive deeper into this universe's mythology?

Oh yes, and it's incredible! The first season allowed us to set the rules, and season 2 goes into them in depth. We go further into the characters' exploration: there is a new major foe, the Seanchan, people from across the sea. They enslave women who can channel and use them as weapons. Their goal is to conquer the world: we see them seize cities, terrorize populations. But there are also new interesting female characters like Elayne Trakand, a new novice at the White Tower and future queen of Andor. She meets Egwene and their personalities clash.

Ultimately, wouldn't this season's main theme be sisterhood?

100%. It's one of the great appeals of the Wheel of Time. And that female power is depicted in diverse ways, there isn't just one example of what it should look like: in season 3 that we're currently filming, there are two incredibly powerful roles played by women over 70. And then we celebrate women, but not only! We play with genders, creating fluid characters. Our casting director is constantly finding brilliant and unusual faces, unknown to the audience. I won't be that interesting anymore when we reach season 3 because there are so many new fascinating characters! (laughs)

What can you tell us about season 3 of the Wheel of Time?

With the third season, we're opening up the field of possibilities. We're currently shooting an episode that's really avant-garde, almost psychedelic. We have the opportunity to push things as far with the studio's support. I think we're making a show that, I hope, will be watched in 20 years. The goal isn't to only touch our time, but to make something timeless.

[bienvenuechezmoi]

Un des échecs de notre société et que nous l'avons construite autour de l'entreprise. Or celle-ci, n'est pas en adéquation avec les problématiques des êtres humains. Je challenge chaque personne d'avoir un travail à temps complet et de réussir à gérer ses problèmes de santé et personnel. L'entreprise est un mensonge une personne normalement constituée avec des hauts et des bas dans sa vie ne peut pas assurer 5 jours sur 7 avec seulement 5 semaines de congés payés et quelques arrêts maladie pendant 44ans. Les humains ne sont pas fait pour cette routine. Nous sommes faits de cycle, ou des moments nous pouvons plus travailler et à d'autres moments ce serait mettre notre santé en jeu. Les premières personnes à le savoir sont évidemment les personnes en situation de handicap qui sont doomed dans notre société (seulement dans notre société). À plus petite échelle les femmes le savent également car une fois par mois au moins ça sera dur d'aller au travail. Je vous challenge parce que je l'ai fait et que ça n'a pas fonctionné. Du haut de mon bac+5 il m'a suffit un an pour faire mon premier burn-out. J'ai fait un burn-out, mais je n'ai pas fait seulement un épuisement professionnel, j'ai fait une crise existentielle de se dire que tous les jours de ma vie jusqu'à ma potentiel retraite, ma vie ce sera ça et je préférerais crever au sens propre que de vivre jusqu'à 70 ans. Depuis, évidemment que je ne suis pas objective mais qui l'est, j'observe de près ou de loin les aberrations cré��nt par les entreprises, ces personnes morales, qui n'ont de morale que leur nom, qui n'ont que faire de nos préoccupations d'humain en dehors du but lucratif. Aujourd'hui je fais un triste constat pour ma vie. Celle qu'elle n'a aucun sens que toute ma vie je vais devoir me battre contre ces entités pour ne pas me faire écraser. Je pourrais faire différemment évidemment, mais tomber dans la précarité financière est un autre problème. Aujourd'hui, j'ai deux grandes stratégies. La première étant de trouver un travail qui potentiellement ne me donnera pas envie de me jeter par la fenêtre tous les matins en y allant. La deuxième et , de m'endurcir, de savoir comment parler durement à ces structures sans que ça ne se retourne contre moi. Il n'y a pas une solution, pour ma part je choisis les deux en même temps. Mais dans ce jour de tristesse, j'appuie sur mon constat de la tristesse de nos existences. La vie est finalement aussi triste que toutes ces structures morales qui n'ont que faire de la réalité de nos vies, de nos difficultés et de ce que cela signifie d'être un humain.

[werewolf240moon]

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Toute fraichement tramée, Ayakashi 03 p. 316

Hiro reste un vrai défi en ce qui me concerne, car si j’ai déjà eu l’occasion d’”animer” sur papier plusieurs personnages ayant des pouvoirs divers (le feu pour KiRah et Toru - en majeure partie et pour l’instant pour Toru, vous verrez ce qu’il en est dans le tome 7 de Stray Dog ^^), la terre et tout un barda de chimères pour Tarot, la glace et le gel pour Iruu (ça aussi, gros challenge), Hiro est le premier personnage de tout mon panel à posséder un pouvoir de type “air”, avec tout ce qui en découle ( vent, hyper vitesse, modifications de gracité…).

[Hiro remains a real challenge as far as I’m concerned, because if I’ve ever had the opportunity to “animate” several characters with various powers on paper (the fire for KiRah and Toru - for the most part and for now for Toru, you’ll see what it’s like in Volume 7 from Stray Dog ^^), the earth and a whole barda of chimeras for Tarot, ice and gel for Iruu ( that too, big challenge), Hiro is the first character in my entire panel to possess an “air” type power, with everything that comes from it (wind, hyper speed , gravity changes….).]

Du coup, après Iruu, gros challenge pour Hiro dès qu’il entre en scène U_U.

[So, after Iruu, big challenge for Hiro as soon as he enters the stage U_U.]

Bon, j’espère en tout cas que le résultat sera sympa (et lisible/compréhensible).^^

[Well, I hope the outcome will be nice (and readable/comprehensible).^^]

*********** @poizongirl ************

[wittylittle]

3 gars. 2 papillons. 1 arrêt.

Vous ai-je dit comment je trouve le polyamour fascinant?

—

Mercredi dernier, je suis allée voir l’expo Pussy Riot au MACM avec un adorable américain. On a bu dans 3 bars, je lui ai fait visiter la ville. On s’est embrassés timidement et je suis rentrée, souriante.

—

Vendredi dernier j’allais jouer au pool avec Grande barbe. Ça faisait plusieurs très longs audios qu’on s’échangeait. Il était fasciné par mon intérêt pour le dollification et c’était la première fois que je rencontrais quelqu’un qui était vraiment excité à l’idée de jouer à la poupée avec moi.

Il ne boit pas. À jeun, on a parlé beaucoup, on ne s’est pas embrassé mais on a convenu de se revoir.

—

Lundi je suis allée au cimetière avec la Licorne américaine. Puis je lui ai fait découvrir le smoked meat. On a bu des cocktails, il m’a demandé si je voulais aller ailleurs ou peut être aller chez lui « to make out ». Il était gêné d’être aussi direct. C’était notre 2e date, je pouvais bien pousser l’exploration plus loin. On a acheté des bouteilles à la SAQ. Je l’ai questionné sur ses kinks. On a frenché beaucoup. Il m’a dit qu’il aimait attendre la 3e date ou plus pour baiser. C’est drôle parce que j’aime ça aussi, le tease, faire monter la passion. On est allés dans son lit. On a frotté nos organes génitaux. C’était génial. Tellement kinky soft et challengeant.

Le lendemain il m’a fait remplir le tableau bdsm des intérêts et limites. Il m’a envoyé sa version avec ses kinks. On est très excités par nos points communs. Je le revois vendredi prochain, je suis en train de traiter nos datas, pour voir sur quels boutons on pourra appuyer.

—

Mardi matin Grande barbe m’a laissé un audio poli et honnête pour me dire qu’il avait eu une belle soirée mais qu’il n’avait pas assez de points en commun avec moi pour continuer de me voir. Que même si nos kinks communs étaient terriblement excitants, il avait besoin de connecter sur d’autres sujets, comme la politique, les jeux de société et le canot. J’ai respecté son opinion et lui ai souhaité bonne chance.

J’étais quand même contente, ça me laissait plus de place pour les autres, et j’aimais pas tant sa barbe.

—

Ce soir, j’ai rencontré le Papa à vélo pour la première fois. Il m’avait demandé d’avance si on pouvait s’embrasser dès notre rencontre, pour casser la glace. J’ai trouvé ça tellement hot. « Je suis game ». Il était nerveux. Je l’ai vite mis en confiance. On est allés au musée. On a mangé du gâteau au fromage. Je l’ai trainé dans mon spot secret au centre ville où on a frenché comme deux amoureux aux yeux pétillants pendant des heures. Des gamins. Une sensation réciproque de tomber en amour. On était tellement bien à se serrer dans nos bras en se regardant dans les yeux. Rire. Se regarder. Frencher. Se raconter des secrets gênants sur nos vies. Il est tellement beau. Il me trouve tellement belle.

En quittant cet endroit après trop d’intensité pour un débutant du dating, il me lance « peut être que c’est trop tôt pour dire ça, mais je pense que je vais avoir besoin de temps pour processer ce qu’on vient de vivre. Si je t’écris tout de suite je vais négliger ma famille, ma blonde, prend le pas mal si je ne t’écris pas tout de suite. Je ne me suis jamais senti comme ça pendant une date c’est trop hot, j’ai l’impression d’être high »

Comprenant trop bien ce qu’il vit dans sa tête, je l’ai rassuré. J’ai dit que je comprenais et que j’attendrais qu’il me texte quand il sera prêt.

De l’amour je te dis. Je l’ai senti, lui aussi, mais il a peur.

—

3 gars en couple. 3 niveaux d’expertise. Dans les trois cas je suis ouverte. J’ai parlé des trois gars au Patron. Et il est bien correct avec ça.

(Je pourrais développer tellement plus la dessus… je vais tenter d’être plus assidue mais tout ça me rend tellement heureuse.)

Jadoooooorre les dates. J’adore rencontrer des garçons. J’en veux plus.

BRB

[huariqueje]

O Que Será

Chico Buarque → O Que Será

that they are longing for in the alcoves

that they are whispering in verses and ballads

that they are dealing in the dark of the burrows

that is in the heads, run on the mouths

that they are lightning candles in the alleys

that they are speaking aloud in the bars

that they scream in the markets,

that for sureis in the nature, may it be

what have not sure, and never will havewhat have no repair and will never have

what have no size

what may it be

that lives in the minds of those lovers

that the most delirant poets singthat the drunk prophets swear

that is in the romarias of the mutilated*romarias it's like a

religious cerimony*

that is in the unhappy'spersons fantasy

that is in the prostitute's everyday

in the outlaws, in the helpless

in all the ways, what may it be

what have no honesty, and will never have

what have no judgement and will never have

what makes no sense

what may it be

that all the warnings will not avoid

because all the smiles will challenge

because all the bells will sound

because all the anthems will devote

and all the little boys will run away

and all the faiths will meet

and the same Eternal Father, that has never been there

looking at that hell, will bless

what have no government and will never have

what have no shame and will never have

what have no healty mind

what it is that happens to me

that rottens me inside

that comes from underneath my skin

and ascend my face

and makes me blush

and jump into my eyes betraying me

and push my chest and makes me confess

what there is no way of hide anymore

and what is not right for someone to refuse

and what makes me a begger, makes me beg

what have no size, and will never have

what have no heal, and never will have

what have no recipe and never will have

what may it be

that happens inside of us and it shouldn't

that disobey us, that is a default

that is like an aguardente that not satiate us *aguardente is

a drink

that is like to be sick in a party

that not even 10 god laws will conciliate

not all the potions will reliefnot all the spells, all the alchemy

that not even all the saints, may it be

what have no rest and will never have

what don't get tired and will never be

what have no limit

what it is that happens to me

that burns me inside, may that happen to me

that disturbs my sleep,may it happen to me

that all the shivers come agitate

that all the burnings come stir up

that all the sweats comes wet me

that all my nervous feelings are praying

what all my organs are claimingand a terrible fear makes me implore

what have no shame and will never have

what have no government and will never have

what have not healthy mind

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/o-que-sera-whay-may-it-be.html

[judieccfinds]

--Curse of werewolves--

LES REGLES :

✧ CONTEXTE

Vous connaissez sûrement l’expression “être au mauvais endroit, au mauvais moment”, n’est-ce pas ? C’est hélas ce qui est advenu de votre sim.

Traversant les bois de Moonwood Mill, sans savoir que ceux-ci était peuplé de bêtes féroces communément appelées Loups-garous,

il se fit attaquer par l'uns d'eux et perdit rapidement connaissance.

Il se réveilla entouré de quatre loups, faisant face à cette caravane miteuse, ces déchets et ce bâtiment en ruine.

Sa métamorphose fut douloureuse et effrayante, si bien qu'il prit la fuite. Pendant qu'il courrait, il entendit crier au loin :

"Un loup solitaire qui ne connait rien de ce monde a peu de chances de rester en vie."

Cependant, un jour, votre sim apprendra qu'il existe quelque part,

la possibilité de préparer une potion étant capable de rendre sa forme humaine au loup. Mais ... Cela demande beaucoup de connaissances, et de patience.

✧ LES REGLES DEPART :

- Le challenge se déroulera sur la map de Moonwood Mill

- Vous incarnez un sim jeune adulte, adulte ou âgé sous forme loup-garou.

- Votre sim aura le trait de caractère solitaire.

- Vous vous installerez sur le terrain “la cabane du collectif” après avoir expulsé le foyer existant

- Vous installerez sur votre terrain la construction “coin miteux” trouvable dans ma galerie. ID : JudieYT

- Vous démarrez avec 500 simflouz, c’est ce que votre sim avait sur lui.

PENDANT :

- Votre sim pourra se lancer dans une carrière, mais gare à la furie des loups-garous. Si votre loup est en furie au moment d’aller au travail, il devra manquer sa journée.

- Vous pouvez déménager au cours de votre partie.

- Vous pouvez vous faire des simflouz de n’importe quelle façon, tant qu’elle est légit.

- Vous pouvez agrandir votre foyer au cours de la partie.

- Votre sim ne DOIT PAS entrer dans une meute, et doit subvenir à ses besoins de loups seul.

Vos saisons seront réglées sur 7 jours, et le cycle lunaire, sur 8.

OBJECTIFS :

- Réaliser ces aspirations dans l’ordre : initié à la lycanthropie, Louve solitaire et chercheuse de remèdes.

Afin de compliquer les choses, avant de pouvoir réaliser la boisson suppresseur de lycanthropie, votre sim devra terminer ces étapes :

- Atteindre le LVL 5 en jardinage

- Atteindre le LVL 5 en pétillerie (possibilité d’annuler cette étape si vous ne possédez pas écologie)

- Atteindre le LVL 10 en mixologie

Sachez que votre sim doit obligatoirement survivre une année sims entière avant de pouvoir boire la boisson suppresseur de lycanthropie.

Donc, même si vous parvenez à réaliser tous ces objectifs en moins d’une année, vous devrez patienter jusqu’à la nouvelle année.

Une année sim dans votre partie = 28 jours.

Le défi sera réussi si votre sim complète tous ces objectifs, s’il survit au delà de 28 jours et s’il parvient à préparer la boisson suppresseur de lycanthropie.

[lexa-ocean]

For my TMNT iteration, TMNT: Reptile Rampage!

I did character playlists!! (As in, 'these are their top 5 favorite songs' kind of deal)

Also hello, official logo!!! Had fun w that one

All of these were made with color palettes taken from @color-palettes !!! Those are:

Out There in the Universe for Leo!

Baked in a Pie for Raph!

Ghost Type for Donnie!

And Palatki Brick for Mikey!

Links for the songs under the cut!

Leo's Playlist:

Wos - Arrancarmelo

I'm scared of taking the leap and finding void I desesperately hope this i'm feeling isn't mine Why does it suddenly feel so cold? It seems that learning to do right by oneself is truly a challenge

Shigotoshite-P - Tsugai Kogarashi

As the birthplace was burnt, the wind left there Led by the leaf's hand, the wind ran off Even there was no time to feel fears For the unknown future

Mother Mother - Little Pistol

I think i might be scared Of the world and the way It makes you feel afraid And how it gets in the way

Yorushika - Hana ni Bōrei

To let me never forget To make the colors never fade As things that go down in history Don't always mean everything

Cuarteto de Nos - No Llora

I don't know if these words Will fly with the wind But I have heard The wind talk

Raph's Playlist:

Tan Bionica - Arruinarse

I'm a bit anxious And the day ends I'm just looking for The slightest bit of your adrenaline

Lil Nas X ft. Jack Harlow - Industry Baby

I told you long ago on the road I got what they waiting for I don't run from nothing, dog Get your soldiers, tell them I ain't laying low

Calle 13 - El Aguante

For what was, and for what could've been For what we have, and for what we might lack For what might come, and for this instant Raise your glass, and drink for endurance

Ado - Usseewa

But I'm not having enough fun Something is missing These problems better be somebody's fault I'm just confused errday

El Cuarteto de Nos - Invierno del 92

It's gonna be a long wait Until spring comes And even though I'm shivering from the cold I am still getting heated up

Donnie's Playlist:

Fall Out Boy - What A Catch, Donnie

I got troubled thoughts And the self esteem to match What a catch What a catch...

NoteBlock ft. JayMoji - Nostalgia

Note: This song doesnt have lyrics. Have an extract from the video's description instead:

Composed and arranged around the idea of our favorite videogames and EDM artists of our early youth, this original track, Nostalgia, was born!

WONDERFUL★OPPORTUNITY - Remote Control

That mocking face as always (It's easy for you, right?) I'm pretty serious today, okay? So let's settle this quickly

Eve - Oki Ni Mesu Mama

There's no meaning to being humble and respectful So bye-bye to my embarrasing dreams From now on, forever, let's get along Let's get along

El Cuarteto de Nos - Anónimo

I care very little about aesthetics Or reasons or dialectics Today, I'm the face without cosmetics Of this pathetic reality

Mikey's Playlist:

ABBA - Dancing Queen

Looking on for another Anyone will do You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance...

Mitchie M - Viva Happy

If you love yourself as the way you are Everything would be "que sera sera" I present this song for you Who are alone at the moment

Fito Páez - Mariposa Tecknicolor

Everything did happen in the end But time just didn't wait for them The melancholy of dying in this world And of living without a stupid reason

Shakira - Waka Waka

Listen to your god, this is our motto Your time to shine, don't wait in line, y vamos por todo People are raising their expectations Go on and feed them, this is your moment, no hesitation

El Cuarteto de Nos - Algo Mejor Que Hacer

And in their wrong reasoning They say I have no cure But I don't wanna be healed from anything

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TEMPLATES commandes spéciales ouvertes

Ça fait un moment que je m'amuse à faire des templates, parfois inspiré de merveilleux.ses graphiste de la commu ou simplement en m'inspirant de pinterest. Ça me challenge le plus souvent, mais je réalise qu'en fait, je les exploite pas trop, je les fais et basta 😂 Du coup, je me suis dit que je pourrais offrir de créer des avatars pour vos personnages si vous le souhaitez ! Bien entendu ce serait avec l'un de ces 4 templates. Je n'ouvre pas mes commandes pour autre chose que ce petit spécial ! Pour avoir un avatar avec l'un de ces templates, simplement m'écrire à la suite, ou si vous avez mon discord, vous pouvez aussi me communiquer par là. M'indiquer le template que vous voulez pour votre personnage, le faceclaim utilisé, un moodboard ou quelques mots pour m'indiquer la vibe de votre perso et si vous avez une couleur pref ce sera un plus ! Bisous, bisous !!

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Fic Masterlist

Find me on AO3!

In Bloom Masterlist - *April 2024 Writing Challenge* COMPLETE

Fluffcember Masterlist - *December 2022 Writing Challenge* COMPLETE

Jukebox Challenge - ONGOING

Party Girls Don’t Get Hurt - Javier Pena x OC

Que Sera, Sera - Alcide Herveaux x OC

ACOTAR

Black Rose 2 3 4 5 - Rhysand x OC, slight Azriel x OC

Narcos

Your Heart Beats Next to Mine (AO3) - Javier x OC

Stranger Things

Unexpected - Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

The Last of Us

This Must Be the Place - Joel Miller x OC 

Triple Frontier

Redolence & Spice - Frankie Morales x OFC

[kilfeur]

Dans mon analyse, sur le fait que les principes d'Ezran se retournent souvent contre lui. Je me demandais qu'est ce qui pourrait de nouveau se retourner contre lui ? J'avais pensé à Callum en premier sur le fait de comment gérer Aaravos. Et ça a été abordé en saison 5 mais sera plus approfondi dans la saison 6. Le royaume de Katolis ? Ça pourrait l'être vu sa cérémonie de réconciliation avec les dragons et les humains.

Mais je me suis dit pourquoi pas Sol Regem ? Ezran a rencontré les archdragons dans les deux saisons. Et vu que Karim souhaite lui ramener la vue. Et vu le passif de Sol Regem envers les humains et la magie noire. Ce serait son plus grand défi pour Ezran de se faire écouter par lui.

In my analysis, about how Ezran's principles often work against him. I was wondering what could turn against him again? I'd thought of Callum first in terms of how to deal with Aaravos. And that was touched on in season 5 but will be explored further in season 6. The kingdom of Katolis? Could be, given his reconciliation ceremony with dragons and humans.

But then I thought, why not Sol Regem? Ezran has met the archdragons in two seasons. And given Karim's desire to restore his sight. And given Sol Regem's history with humans and dark magic. It would be Ezran's greatest challenge to get him to listen to him.