#selfie nom

[kpop-bbg]

[slcmml]

charlie & reader. fluff, slightly suggestive.

★ charlie is usually fine being away for work—he’s used to traveling, used to filming for days at a time—but being away from you? suddenly, it’s the worst thing in the world.

★ the moment he gets to cali for chuckle sandwich recording, his phone is practically glued to his hand. texting you between takes, sending voice memos, calling when he has even five spare minutes.

★ you’re just as bad. even though you’re busy with your own work, you keep checking your phone, sending him messages like:

you: i miss u so much baby :(

charlie: miss u more, babe <3 i hate it here w/o u

you: don’t let schlatt bully u too much lol

charlie: too late. he said my hair looks stupid.

you: gaslight him into thinking he’s bald.

charlie: ur so smart. this is why i love u.

★ facetime calls at night where both of you are half-asleep, but neither of you want to hang up first.

★ “just stay on the phone,” charlie mumbles, voice thick with sleep. “i don’t care if you’re quiet, just wanna feel like ‘m with you.”

★ when you finally get time to call during the day, charlie’s grinning like an idiot the second your face pops up on his screen. “holy shit, you’re even prettier than i remember,” he teases, making you roll your eyes.

★ you both send each other the dumbest updates. blurry selfies, random thoughts, voice messages that are just exaggerated sighs of longing.

you: wish i could be in ur arms rn.

charlie: wish i could kiss ur dumb face.

you: wish i could hold ur hand and rub circles into ur palm like u like.

charlie: wish i could bite u. nom nom.

you: BABE.

charlie: morning, baby. how’d you sleep?

you: not great. bed feels weird without you.

charlie: mine too. i kept reaching out for you last night :(

you: we are so pathetic.

charlie: mhm. now gimme a kiss.

you: mwah.

charlie: not enough. i need like. ten.

you: mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah. <3

charlie: much better. i’ll be thinking about that all day.

charlie: wish i could burrow into ur skin and live there forever.

you: what the fuck.

charlie: don’t act like u wouldn’t let me.

you: no i absolutely would.

charlie: see? we’re the same.

charlie: i miss u so bad i might start chewing on furniture.

you: wish that was me.

charlie: chewing on furniture?

you: no, in ur mouth.

charlie: oh my god.

★ if either of you have a bad day, the other immediately drops everything to comfort them over the phone. charlie’s voice is soft, sweet, telling you how much he loves you, how proud he is of you, how he wishes he could hold you.

★ sometimes you both get really freaky over text but it’s either the most unserious conversation ever or it’s the neediest conversation ever?

charlie: [selfie]

you: oh my fucking god u are so handsome im gonna jerk it so hard tonight

charlie: oh word? u better bc im thinking abt u rn and i might just bust it down sensually in ur honor

you: i need u so bad rn :(

charlie: yeahh? what do u need baby ill do my best to please u <3

you: [selfie]

charlie: gonna go absolutely feral in the bathroom thinking abt this

you: dont threaten me w a good time

★ the moment he’s done with recording and you’re done with work, the countdown begins.

charlie: TWO MORE DAYS BABY I’M GONNA KISS U SO HARD WHEN I SEE U

you: not if i kiss u first, been waiting all week for that shit

★ when you’re finally back together? oh, you’re not leaving each other’s side for at least a week. fully attached at the hip, constantly touching, making up for every second apart.

© slcmml

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Cater

If there’s anything that Cater loves more than MagiCam, it’s being able to use social media for school projects. The professor assigns students to incorporate how astrology can relate to the daily lives of people? Cater will cut this like a slice of freshly made cake.

Cater wants to hold a sleepover with his fellow third years, but not everyone is keen on the idea. It’s a shame. But then, Cater gets a new idea.

“Prefecty!” he cheers when you pick up his call. “Listen, I’m a bit of a bind. I got this assignment for Astrology class, and I need a place to hang to get it done. You’re not busy this weekend, are you?”

As far as you know, you’re not. Also, what’s the harm in having Cater over, especially if it’s for classwork? You permit him to stay.

“OMG! You’re the best, bestie! You won’t regret it, I promise!”

Whatever that means.

The evening comes just as fast as Cater’s assignment arrangement. Speaking of Cater, he’s not a moment late when he arrives on Ramshackle’s doorsteps. You’re astonished at the amount of things he’s brought with him from his own room at Heartslabyul. Not only that, but his selfie stick is in recording mode for his phone, charger attached, too.

“Hey, boo! Let’s get this party started! Oh, don’t worry. This is not a livestream. That ruins the whole point of the project.”

“Which is what exactly?” you question.

“So Trein wants us to relate the night sky to our everyday activities. What better way to do that than to have a party involving the night? True, it’s a little early for stars, but what’s the point of waiting for the fun to happen, right, Prefect?”

“I guess so.”

“And unlike my dorm’s Unbirthday Parties, we got some of my faves to munch on.” Cater plops the cooler onto the Ramshackle kitchen counter.

“Oh, I already got some--”

“Don’t worry. We’ll add those, too. You wanna help me make some buffalo wings?”

Grim’s ears perk at “buffalo wings,” and you’ll live to regret not saying yes to Cater’s offer as far as the little cat beast is concerned. Granted, the wings have been bought frozen from the Foothill Town market, but at least your oven can hold them all enough for the party of three. As the wings cook, it’s sour and sweet smell fills the air space of the dorm. It makes Grim melt into the floorboards. Half an hour later, the wings are fully cooked, drizzled with sauce by you and Cater, and ready to eat. You two bring out the other snacks, and it becomes a banquet.

“See, besties? There’s nothing better than a sleepover pici-nic!” Cater says to the phone camera. Thankfully, for you, Cater’s not entirely wrapped up in the screen. He sticks the selfie stick in the cushions, facing it towards you and him. He smirks as he holds up a wing to your mouth. “Nom, nom, Prefecty. Have a bite.”

Your cheeks flush. “Do I have to?”

“If Prefect doesn’t wanna, I will!” cheers Grim. “I’m always up for food.”

Cater’s face drops. “Sorry, Grim, but I need a cute face for this one.”

“What? How dare you call me not cute!”

“Come on, Prefect. One shot is all I need. I’m not asking for any fan service.”

You heavily sigh and give in. Cater holds up the wing to your lips, smirking. You take the bite out of the buffalo wing, but the ripping of the meat off the bone isn’t graceful. This only makes Cater laugh.

Click! goes the camera.

“And that’s how you know when a wing is at peak deliciousness,” he says, winking at his phone. He takes another screenshot.

You feel lightheaded knowing that this footage is going to be used in his assignment somehow. Even Grim is snickering. You knock the little monster’s head into the pudding.

After filling their stomachs with tastiness, the sun is setting in the horizon. Cater indicates that it’s time to finally dress up for the occasion, so they can have more fun, comfort style. You come out of your room in your baggy Ramshackle supplied pajamas and walk down the stairs to find Cater not there. Doesn’t he want to do more sleepover stuff? What is he doing and where is he?

You call for Cater back upstairs. He doesn’t respond. The guest room door is open. You peek in to only find it empty. Yes, Cater’s belongings are scattered about, but he’s not there. You notice that the washroom door is open with steam coming out of it. Are you really going to check if he’s in there? What if he’s still dressing?

You approach the room and lean against the wall on the outside. You can hear him talking, and you know for sure it’s to no one except the camera. “Cater?” you call out.

He stops talking to himself. “Hey, Prefect! Do you need something?”

“I was wondering if you were dressed yet.”

“Oh yeah! Sorry about that. You can come in! I’m decent.”

You peek through the doorway, and there Cater is, standing in front of the mirror in the most multi-shade of brown pajamas you’ve ever seen. You admit to yourself that this is the last kind of nightwear you expected from influence-obsessed Cay Cay. “Don’t tell me you went live in my washroom.”

“Of course not,” he replies. “Sorry, Prefecty. I was taking some selfies in here for the assignment. Then, I turned the video back on when I started drying my hair. I forgot how much time passed.”

You suppose that’s a relief.

“Well, now that my hair is dry, let’s go look at the stars together.”

Oh, that’s right. He’s supposed to relate his lessons to this event he decided to throw. Cater takes you by the hand and pulls you to the guest room, where the curtains are apart enough to see the cloudless sky. “Yas! The stars are out!” He switches the camera from selfie view to the opposite as the lens catches the white dots in the sky. “Yeah, partying is fun and all, but there’s nothing better than chilling with your besties in the quiet. See, all of the bright lights up there are all friends, and they love shining in place, bringing peace to the world. That’s all they need to do. We should take inspiration from them and remember the quiet moments, too.”

“Do you believe that, Cater?”

“Aw, you’re trying to make me cry, aren’t you, bestie? Of course, I do.”

The quiet swirls around you both like fireflies on a summer evening. Cater whispers out his constellation knowledge, pointing to every little light in the night sky. The round of ASMR starts out with you nodding and saying the words “cool” and “amazing.” A minute goes by, and it has you going, “Mmhmm.” A few more minutes go by, and your eyes can barely stay open. Cater’s voice is so soothing that you end up falling onto his shoulder for support. You forget that this is slightly caught on camera, but will you even care anyway? What’s Cater gonna do? Embarrass you in front of his third year class?

He does find this “too adorbs” to ignore, and a few selfies are caught of this. However, he respects you enough to put you under the covers of the guest bed to have you rest. When Cater is ready to hit the hay, he takes the other half, above the sheets. He whispers to the video his project conclusion, puts all of his equipment to the side, and he joins you in dreamland. He’s sure that this is an A+ in the hole, not only for grades, but perhaps in human connection, too.

[shunin-gumis]

Designs of Happiness - Track A10

L4mps Main Story Translation

Title: Interstellar Marriage

Characters: Muneuji, Ushio, Nagi, Netaro, Akuta

Summary: The party is in full swing after the toast. Netaro finally arrives and hands out some colorful buns, however… 

Thank you jes @arcanecrayonn and Sou @/716chr for helping me tackle Chihiro's lines! Thank you Jelly @/jellyfish_apple and Aurora @/azurecrystalz for checking over my Akuta and Kuguri lines too!

Behemoth of a chapter, hope you guys enjoy!

Location: HAMA House - Dining room

Momiji: (I’m worried about Kafka, he’s been sharing a drink with the ward mayors one after the other… There's a lot of alcohol in his system now. I remember he could barely hold his liquor when we celebrated his 20th birthday…)

Kafka: *yawn* There you are Chief~ Carry me~

Momiji: Huh!? I take my eyes off of you for a second and you’ve already gotten yourself this drunk? 

Yukikaze: He must have been very excited to see the company finally coming together. Shall I carry him instead?

Momiji: Ah… Thank you, but I should probably get Sakujiro-san to handle him. 

Momiji: (What happened in Kobe couldn’t be helped, but he’d probably sulk if he found out Yuki-nii carried him again.)

Yukikaze: Oh, but I just saw him leaving with Liguang, Kinari and Yodaka to play mahjong.

Momiji: Really, mahjong now?

Kafka: I don’t wanna~ I’m not sleeping till Netaro gets here! We’re gonna take over the world together~

Momiji: (After interviewing Netaro on Daniel’s recommendation, the two of them really hit it off.)

Momiji: (It’s nice to find a colleague you can get along with on a personal level huh, Kafka?)

Chihiro: Aww, Chii was thinkin’ of snappin’ some cute selfies with Chiefy, but looks like she’s totally busy with Prez right now~ Oh well, maybe later then.

Tao: Yeah. …? Wait, do you hear that?

Chihiro: Huh?

??: ….meat buns~ get high on our meat buns~ made fresh everyday~

Netaro: So delicious they’d drive you mad! Would you like to dig into one?

Laika: Bun! 

Chihiro: OH-EM-GEE!! These buns are, like, super duper dazzably adorbs☆ And your robopet is SO slaying that gyaru fit! Chii’s totally obsessed~♪

Tao: Oh, are you Yowa-san, from the meat bun cafe? They did say you’d be coming in late.

Netaro: Indeed, you are correct! I am Netaro Yowa, soon-to-be 18th ward mayor! I was a teensy bit delayed as I was specially preparing these new flavored meat buns, exclusively for this party! 

Chihiro: Chii’s name’s Chihiro! And this is Taotao! These mystery buns look mega delish and poppin‘~♪

Netaro: These ones over here are the “Peculiar Interstellar Marriage☆Natto-Curry Meat Buns,” and on this side are the “Bon Voyage of Laughter☆Cheesy-Shroom Meat Buns!”

Laika: Nattou~♪ Nanana~ Pipipi~

Chihiro:No way! Burstin’ into song like that, seriously, that’s just shooo freakin’ KYUTE ☆ Taro-ppu, can Chii like, snap some selfies with you two? Lemme post them on dazzle too, pretty pleaaase~

Netaro: Why of course, Chii~!

Tao: Crazy how they’re already on a nickname-basis… 

Chihiro: Hey cutie, d’you have fingers~? C’mon, make a heart-sign with Chii~

Tao: Don’t mind me enjoying one of these buns while you have your photoshoot. Let’s see… I think I’ll go with the cheesy mushroom bun.

Chihiro: Then Chii’s gonna go with this totes rad lookin’ natto curry bun~ Nom-nom time~♪

Tao and Chihiro: *munch*

Netaro and Laika: ….. 

Tao: Mmm…mph? Pft— Haha, hahahahahaha!! W-what’s going on, I can't stop laughing!

Chihiro: Huh!? Taotao…!?

Tao: Hahahahaahahha—! 

Chihiro: Waitwaitwait! Chii’s, like, got zero idea what’s goin’ on rn, but isn’t a Taotao mega ultra LOL moment like this is equivalent to rollin’ a SSR!? Gotta record this ASAP!!

Tao: Oh man– My stomach hurts…! 

Laika: Nattou, Giovanni, piroppu~

Chihiro: Gosh, he’s sooo cute, rollin’ on the floor like that ☆ Ugh, my maternal instincts are just overflowing right now! What is this feeling!? I’ve never felt this way before! I literally can’t stop snappin’ pics~♪

Toi: I-It’s Chii-sama…! I’m walking on the same ground as Chii-sama… Breathing in the same air…! 

Toi: Ahh… I need to express my gratitude for this miracle with a prayer! Thank you for letting me be born in the same generation as my favorite idol! 

Mashiro: Chii-sama is, without a doubt, one of the highest lifeforms to grace this planet! 

Sonia: Oh wow~ So Chii-shama is one of the ‘chosen ones’? I shee, I shee! 

Chouun: …I believe that all life is equal, but I shall refrain from commenting further. 

Momiji: Oh, Netaro-kun is finally here. Kafka’s already asleep though. 

Kuguri: Enjoying yourself, cica*?

Ten: We came over ‘cuz we didn’t get to toast together yet. Cheers to finding all the members~

Momiji: Thank you, both of you. Cheers! 

Momiji: (It’s inevitable that new bonds would be formed as more people moved into the dorms but… I have to say, Ten-kun and Kuguri-san are an odd pair, I wonder when they got so friendly with each other?)

Ten: Oh yeah, I saw Shuumai barking his head off when that meat bun guy showed up earlier.

Kuguri: Fufu, perhaps it's some wild instinct at play… Are you sure you should be letting something like that in here?

Momiji: Like ‘that’… Are you talking about Netaro-kun? Sure, he’s a little odd but, I don’t really think he’s dangerous. 

Momiji: (According to Toi-kun’s reading, Netaro-kun is someone we need to lead us to his brother. I made a promise to help him, and I plan to see it through.) 

~~~

Akuta: Mph, everythin’ looks SO super tasty I can’t stop stuffing myself!

Akuta: I’m gonna eat a lifetime’s wortha food here and now! Nobody get in my way, got it!? 

Ushio: Ugh, how many “seconds” is that already? I can barely stomach watching you let yourself go. 

Kiroku: But… Kurama… that’s your third plate… of yakisoba… too… 

Ushio: So? That has nothing to do with what I just said.

Kiroku: There’s… no need to… feel ashamed… It’s delicious… after all…. 

Ushio: Who said I was embarrassed? 

Muneuji: Hm… I’m still famished. I should go get seconds as well. 

Nanaki: I’m coming with you, I need more of this pizza— Hm?

Tao: Phew, it’s finally stopped… I laughed so hard I really thought I’d need stitches… 

Chihiro: Wha-wha-whaaa? Why’re there like, a gazillion pics of Tao in my gallery? Weeeird, it’s like I got some kinda motherly instinct takin’ over me….

Netaro: Ahaha! I may have added just a teensy bit of a secret ingredient~ Right? Laika~

Laika: Shwatch*.

Nanaki: Huh, that’s…!? 

~~~(flashback)

Netaro: “Euclidean Deconstruction - Instant Undressing Pen.” A lovely invention, if I do say so myself~

Netaro: You see, human clothing can be so… ugh. They’re too restrictive! 

Kiroku: …Where did… he…come from…?

Nanaki: No, before that, who the heck is he? How’d he get all the way here? The door’s behind us… 

Akuta: Hold up, where’s the egg?

~~~(end flashback)

Nanaki: Ah…! 

Muneuji: What’s wrong? You’re shaking like a leaf.

Nanaki: I-It’s that guy from before…!

Muneuji: ?

Muneuji: —...!

Akuta: Aw yeah, I can feel the calories already!

Muneuji: Everyone, I need your attention.

Kiroku: ?

Muneuji: The strange individual we encountered on top of the school roof after our HosLive, is here right now. The intelligence operative who took the egg with him.

Ushio: Wha!? No way… 

Nanaki: No matter which way you look at him, it’s the same guy. Can’t forget someone who looks like… that. 

Akuta: …F’real? Don’t remember the dude. 

Ushio: Yeah, didn’t expect much from someone with your brain cells, Idiotake. But… Why's he here? It doesn’t make sense. 

Ushio: Is he the 18th ward mayor? The one they said would come in late. 

Muneuji: Most likely. He must be Netaro Yowa-san. 

Nanaki: What was it again… He was from a secret operation called… Ponzu or something—

Akuta: Yorozu!

Ushio: So you remember that. 

Kiroku: The… egg is… with him…!

Ushio: What?

Kiroku: Over… there… 

Laika: Pipipi. Jijiji. Bween.

Nanaki: That’s… not the egg, right? Looks like a regular pet robot to me. 

Ushio: I agree with Panda. 

Kiroku: No… That’s… definitely… 

Muneuji: You were indeed the one who had the strongest bond with the egg. I believe in Kinugawa’s intuition.

Nanaki: Putting the egg aside, you think it’s okay for us to be near that guy?

Ushio: Who knows… He seems dangerous. We should probably keep our distance from him, unless you want to get caught up in explosions or have your clothes stripped off or something… 

Akuta: Hey so, did we meet on the school roof back in summer?

Netaro: Hm?

Ushio: What is he— Why the hell would he just march up to the guy and ask him that!?

Akuta: Well y’see, my friends over there think we’ve met before so—

Akuta: Right, guys!?

Ushio: Pretend you don’t know him… 

Nanaki: …Wait, Muneuji!?

Muneuji: Pardon me. I am the 8th ward mayor, Muneuji Kaguya. Would you perchance remember me?

Netaro: Uji, your eyes are most beautiful indeed. I can’t help but feel I’ve seen them somewhere long ago— 

Muneuji: ….. 

Netaro: But, I cannot pinpoint the memory. How about we hold our greetings now instead?

Muneuji: ….. 

Akuta: In that case, heyo, nice to meetcha! Je m’appelle Akuta, superhero at your service! 

Ushio: Muu-chan, let’s go! You, too! 

Muneuji: …I understand now. It’s because he is a member of the Yorozu.

Muneuji: Precisely because they are intelligence operatives, they blend in with society by pretending to be civilians. He must not be able to reveal his identity as he did on the roof.

Ushio: Muu-chan, what are you mumbling about?

Nanaki: So, he’s saying that he doesn’t remember us, right?

Muneuji: Indeed. If that is how he wishes to spin this tale, then we must act accordingly. We should not hinder his mission. 

Kiroku: ….. 

Ushio: Right, let’s leave it at that.

Nanaki: Hmm… Well, okay, I guess. 

Akuta: ‘Kay~ Then I don’t care either~ Let’s get back to digging into some good grub! 

Muneuji: …..

~~~

Nagi: *deep sigh*

Sonia: Are you ok, Nagi-shan? 

Nagi: Yeah… 

Sonia: I guess you’re shtill worried… 

Nagi: Yeah. At this rate… something bad is bound to happen. 

Nagi: It might be better to just go back to the shop and hand out flowers… 

Sonia: But… It’s really cold outside at this time of night… 

Nagi: It’s better that way. 

Sonia: ….. 

Nagi: Yeah. This is for the best… Let’s go back. 

Sonia: Nagi-sha–

Momiji: Oh, Nagi-kun, what are you doing all the way here?

Nagi: …urk. Um, I… 

Sonia: Y-You shee, we got a last-minute order just now…!

Nagi: That’s right. It was very sudden.

Sonia: Y-Yesh, even though we closed the store temporarily just to come to the party, geez!

Momiji: I see… got it. We’re bringing out the cake, so come back soon! 

Nagi: O-Okay, thank you. Then… 

Momiji: Take care! 

Nagi: Urk…!

If player character is female: Momiji: Huh, w-why are you suddenly clutching at your chest!?

If player character is male: Kaede: Why’re you suddenly clutching at your chest!?

Nagi: It’s nothing, um… I’ll be off, then…! 

Sonia: Are you okay!? Nagi-shan! 

Nagi: I’m okay… for now.

Nagi: But, my happiness is overflowing… This is real bad. I need to balance it… 

Nagi: …Let’s go, Sonia. Handing out flowers in the freezing cold should help water down this feeling. 

Sonia: Okay! 

Notes:

A very minor difference between Kaede and Momiji's response to Nagi, being that Momiji is more prone to stuttering when surprised, but I thought it would be good to point out for anyone interested.

Swatch is an exclamation that Ultraman uses.

Cica is how Kuguri refers to the Chief. It means kitten.

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[blackpinkofficialupdates]

[240422] Jisoo bubble update

The weather is nice today 🌳💚 The trees are really green now. Somehow I'm slowly getting sleepy haha. Waking up with charisma hehehehehe 🪽 I'm completely awake now. Nom nom I'm hungry so I'm going to eat. Blinks, you must have eaten, right?! Now that I think about it, it's almost dinner time! Eat well everyone! Since the weather is nice, everyone take selfies with the trees haha 🌳🤣

[madaqueue]

Ahhh I'm really glad you liked my soukoku x reader omega verse fic! I put a lot of work into it. I'm still mentally cooking on apart 2 because reader is very much meant to have both of them and i want to work on a bit of the angst between dazai and chuu. A total side note on your fics blog i was delighted by how much you loved art/fic trade between osamucide and I. A lil peek behind the curtain but he suggested having Dazai use my name at one point but I was like "No you can't do that, I think my brain will actually fry if you have dazai say my name in a fic i'm reading." I also sent tongue piercing selfies for inspiration/refs much like for a drawn work.

OMG HIIIII ROSSI HI HI HI!!!!!!!! I LITERALLY !!!!! LOVED IT IT MADE ME SOOOOOOOOO AAAAAAHHHHGGGGGHHFJDJDJDJKDD OMEGA CHUUYA IS SOOO REAL TO ME TOO I WANNA EAT HIM AAAAHHHH I LOVED IT SOOOOO SO SOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! (PSPSPSPSPS GO READ IT EVERYONE) AND OMG I WILL SIMPLY COLLAPSE AT A PART 2 ……. NOMMING ON THE ANGST AND RUBBING MY GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS TOGETHER :3333333

AND OMG YESSSSSS I READ REID’S FIC AND IT ALSO MADE ME INSAAAAAANNEEEEEE FKFKFKDKFKKDKF I GET IT I WOULD LITERALLY PASS OUT IF HE SAID MY NAME CKEKCKDKCKDNF AND YOU …… HAVE ….. gulp ….. a tongue piercing irl????? 👁️🫦👁️ (KISS ME KISS ME KISS ME PLSSSSSSSSS SNDJDJDJDKDKDKDKKDDKKDKD PLSS PSLSSXKKSKCKDKCKD AAAAAHHHH THAT MADE ME . AAAALSLSKXKD ALSO SOOOO UNWELL OH MH GODDDKDKDKFKDKDKDK)

[ellenchain]

Otter in Japan 🌸

Lucas the Otter started a little journal!

He travelled by boat to Miyajima and hiked (with a little help) up Mount Misen. There was a shrine, a beautiful bridge, lots of forest and stairs. At the end, there was fried oysters to celebrate his achievement 🦪 (otter nom)

The next day we went to Hiroshima. That was very sad, so there are no otter selfies. But the okonomyaki at the end of the day was very delicious!

[goodboyaudios]

my honest reaction to that selfie you uploaded on twitter:

BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF NOM NOM MUNCH MUCH 

(yes, also partly because you’re 6’6, ngl. i maybe a simp, but i am a proud and honest one. i may not be fully gay, but i’m bi so i’m half gay, include me in the ‘gay geeb simps’ gc pls)

(btw, i hope this doesn’t make you uncomfortable, if it does, i’ll 100% keep the simping to myself next time hahah~)

Nah, you good! I appreciate all the simps! You're the reason I get to keep doing what I love!

[swedesinstockholm]

23 février

j'ai entendu une humoriste sur france inter qui disait qu'elle se sentait tellement seule qu'elle allait se faire faire des manucures pour que quelqu'un la touche et les gens dans le studio ont poussé des exclamations de dégoût choqué, les gens ne sont clairement pas prêts pour mon livre. et puis ce matin, toujours sur france inter, j'ai entendu un écrivain que je connaissais pas qui parlait de son travail d'homme à tout faire et de sa situation d'ultra précarité et que parfois c'est dur mais bon c'est lui qui l'a choisi (avant il était photographe et il portait des costumes dior). il est publié chez gallimard mais il est quand même homme de ménage et archi pauvre, il peut pas chauffer plus d'une pièce de son appartement que j'imaginais tout pourri à la bordure d'un paris imaginaire avec de la tôle rouillée et des murs qui suintent. il faut que j'arrête de voir la publication comme une finalité. je veux de l'argent, tant pis pour la liberté, ça veut rien dire la liberté. il me faut un plan de carrière.

25 février

encore en train d'écouter le nouvel album d'mgmt, je crois que je commence à l'adorer. j'étais un peu partagée au début. j'ai regardé des interviews et ça m'a replongée en 2008 dans mes jours de groupie en chef d'andrew vanwyngarden. ils sont inextricablement liés à mon adolescence de bloggueuse insupportable mais touchante (quelqu'un m'avait dit ça un jour dans les commentaires et je trouve que c'est une bonne description). dans une interview on leur demande pourquoi ils sont pas sur les réseaux sociaux et andrew dit qu'à leur époque c'était pas cool de s'auto-promouvoir et que faire un selfie c'était le truc le plus embarrassant du monde et ça m'a fait réaliser que beaucoup de temps avait passé depuis... je sais pas, que je suis née? aussi j'ai toujours honte de faire un selfie en public.

andrew a 41 ans. il est verseau, comme r. et comme a. j'ai réécouté leurs deux premiers albums hier, après m'être promenée sur le campus du lycée pour me rouler dans la nostalgie. la nostalgie de quoi, je sais pas trop parce que j'étais aussi déprimée à 17 ans qu'aujourd'hui, le seul truc bien c'était la musique les concerts et ma double vie de bloggueuse populaire où les gens me disaient que je leur manquais quand je partais en vacances. la première fois que j'ai écouté mgmt c'était un dimanche matin sur youtube, c'était le printemps et j'avais 17 ans et j'étais assise au pc dans la pièce de l'ordi et il faisait probablement soleil. le soleil et le printemps sont des composantes importantes de ma relation à mgmt. leur musique me rend nostalgique de plein de choses que j'ai connues et pas connues. comme wildflower des avalanches. 

les choses pas connues: les époques avant les années 90; les états-unis. les choses connues: un truc doux et joyeux de l'enfance, une piscine chaude où il fait bon vivre; les sapins, la forêt de manière générale; le soleil (PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE SUN); le jardin de la maison quand j'étais petite, les fleurs de ma grand-mère, les habits que j'aimais quand j'étais petite (le tshirt avec les papillons, du rose barbie et du vert fluo, du jaune bordé de rouge, des pois, des fleurs); du bois (meubles).

6 mars

je me force à écrire. je suis en crise. j'ai envie d'exploser et d'imploser en même temps. j'ai envie de manger du sucre mais j'en ai pas envie, j'ai juste besoin de combler un vide, HA, à chaque fois je crois avoir trouvé un truc profond mais après je me rappelle que ça existe déjà et que c'est archi commun. j'essaie d'écrire un texte sur les mythes pour un appel à textes mais je me sens submergée par l'ampleur du thème et par les choses que j'ai à dire mais en même temps j'ai rien à dire. j'ai trop pris goût à avoir mes textes publiés dans des revues, c'est en train de devenir addictif, comme mon addiction aux annonces de location immobilières bruxelloises sur fb. je suis accro aux photos d'apparts dans lesquels me projeter et je suis accro à voir mon nom imprimé sur du papier.

mon texte sur a. tiré de bluettes que j'ai été assez naïve d'envoyer à deux revues différentes a été sélectionné par les deux revues et j'ai du choisir entre les deux et ça m'a stressée toute la journée lundi. j'en avais mal au ventre, comme à chaque fois que je dois faire un choix, ça a pris des proportions de vie ou de mort, j'avais peur de faire le mauvais choix et de le regretter toute ma vie. j'arrive pas à accepter l'idée selon laquelle y a pas de mauvais choix. dans ma vision des choses, y en a toujours un qui est forcément mieux que l'autre. j'arrive pas à voir les choses à égalité, tout est en compétition. alors j'ai demandé conseil à j. de paris, vu qu'elle a fait des meilleurs choix de vie que moi, je me suis dit que son intuition fonctionnait mieux que la mienne, et je l'ai suivie.

j'ai écrit aux deux revues en rentrant de la chorale et j'avais l'impression d'être dans the voice quand les candidats doivent choisir un coach et qu'ils s'excusent auprès des autres de pas les avoir choisis, sauf que ça aurait été mille fois plus facile de choisir un coach de the voice (mika). j'arrivais pas à croire que j'étais en train d'écrire un mail à une revue pour leur dire qu'elles pouvaient pas publier mon texte, j'avais l'impression de me tirer une balle dans le pied. en plus elles m'ont dit que ça leur faisait rien à elles que mon texte soit publié ailleurs. j'arrive pas à m'en remettre. l'autre revue m'a dit que c'était un beau luxe de pouvoir choisir mais entre la peur de faire le mauvais choix et la déception de pas être publiée dans mouche j'arrivais à peine à savourer le goût du succès.

[leparfumdesreves]

Parfois, j'aimerais faire partie du troupeau...

De ceux qui vont où on leur dit d'aller, d'aimer ce qui doit être aimé, de se rallier à celui qui a la voix plus forte que ses idées, de partir aux mêmes endroits fashion que tous les autres, de s'afficher avec des influenceurs, parce-que c'est tendance, de se prendre en selfie à tout moment parce-que tout le monde le fait, de raconter sa vie du lever au coucher sur Facebook parce-que sinon on passe pour un con, de comptabiliser des amis et comparer leur nombre avec d'autres, alors que les trois-quart n'en ont rien à foutre de vous, de courir tous les week-ends aux mêmes heures et aux mêmes endroits que tout le monde parce-que sinon que vont penser les collègues au bureau le lundi matin, de claquer un pognon monstre au resto à la mode parce-qu'il faut au moins avoir vu la dernière déco du dernier si talentueux designer alors qu'en rentrant chez vous vous avez avalé tous les paquets de gâteaux tellement il n'y avait rien à manger dans l'assiette, de faire cinq heures de queue pour voir une expo à laquelle vous n'y comprendrez rien mais c'est tellement chic de laisser traîner le catalogue sur votre dernier canapé que vous avez du mal à finir de rembourser mais il le valait bien parce-que ma chériiiiie on est teeeeellement bien dedans tu verras, de paraître sur-bookée, pressée, stressée, affolée, dépassée, parce-que tout le monde l'est, donc vous aussi, d'assister dans une salle d'Art et d'Essai à la projection du dernier film d'un Réalisateur dont vous êtes incapable de prononcer le nom d'ailleurs vous avez décidé de vous mettre au finlandais parce-que la meilleure amie de la belle soeur de votre ex s'y est mise et qu'avec le réchauffement climatique vous serez prête au cas où......

Oui, comme j'aimerais parfois faire partie du troupeau.

Parce-que ce troupeau ne pense pas, ne réfléchit pas, il avance. Tête baissée, les oreilles fermées, les yeux voilés, insensible à la beauté d'un vol d'hirondelles, au bruissement du vent dans les champs de blé, sourd à la musique du temps.

Parce-que ce troupeau ne ressent pas la souffrance du Rêveur, de l'Idéaliste, du Poète, de celui qui est attiré par la beauté du Diable et la noirceur de l'Ange, de l'Artiste qui enfante dans la souffrance.

Est-ce ça la vraie Vie, celle où pataugeant dans les vases nauséabondes de ce Monde d'en bas, on est à l'abri de toutes émotions sincères, de toutes douleurs existentielles, de tous les silences qui font du bruit à s'en déchirer le coeur.

Oui, j'aimerais parfois faire partie du troupeau...

L.PDR

[anonbinaryweirdo]

I was gonna say "nah I just wanted to talk about vi"

but tumblr made me just say "nah"

vi is the best. please go on you had more to say right

i can't believe Tumblr cut you off to prevent you from getting me to go years discussing her absolute amazingness with you.

shes literally so sweet today I sent her like three selfies of me with a lampshade and she not only called me very handsome she called me her spouse (I still get butterflies) and nom nomed me and put me in her pocket like yes queen I am yours to keep🙌🏽

and she literally makes me stim in a //pos way I do this thing wherein Everytime I'm happy I do a little stomps with my feetsies and literally run around a bit while covering my face (when I'm in bed I cover my face with my little pillow and kick my feet rapidly). she makes me do this a lot and she doesn't even know it

i see her in my notifs and scream. im not exaggerating I //srs go aaaAAAAAAA everytime I get some form of notification from her do you SEE what kind of impact she has on me

strangling her putting her in my pocket stomping on her biting her chewing her diligently throwing her into bricks

Everytime she says "I want to stay by your side forever" to me I literally die on the spot hhhhhhhhhhhhhh

like. I can feel her warmth through my screen. like she makes me go aljsjhseheheheheEHSDHDJDHDD

I'm gonna put her in a little raincloud and get her all soggy

she is the black cat to my ginger cat. the golden retriever to my black lab

I don't put sugar in my tea or coffee I just think of how sweet vi is and I'm good to go

shes older, but I am the big spoon always (do not let her tell you otherwise). unless tummy ache.

she makes me smile and you can't see the blush on my face mostly because of my skin tone for some reason (I am lightskin so I'm not sure why it doesn't work probably a glitch) but I feel myself blush and turn into a big puddle of hot goo in her presence not even joking

this one time

okay so whenever I'm upset I //neg stim; I rock back and forth in my seat, and one day I was on a bus and I was rocking particularly hard and. I don't know how she knew but she just appeared in my notifs. she has a sixth sense I can feel it

I could. go on and on and on. but im still trying to wake up. I COULD GO ON AND ON AND ON ABOUT HER I SWEAR IT

this post doesn't get a "read more". you WILL read it bitch

[ulrichjosserandphotographe]

Réussir ses photos avec un cellulaire, truc et astuces.

La photo s’est démocratisée avec l’arrivée des appareils photo numériques, mais surtout avec celle des téléphones cellulaires. Aujourd’hui, on peut être passionné.e par la photographie et faire de très beaux clichés, même si on ne peut pas investir dans de l’équipement. Comment réussir ses photos avec un cellulaire, voici quelques trucs et astuces!

Les limitations.

“La technologie lève toutefois les limitations les unes après les autres.”

Pour commencer, il faut connaitre les limitations avec les cellulaires. Il sera difficile de faire de belles photos d’animaux sauvages, par exemple, avec ces appareils. Voici quelques limitations que vous aurez :

La focale.

Pour rappel, la focale est la « taille de l’objectif ». C’est-à-dire la partie de ce que vous voyez qui va « rentrer » dans la photo. Les focales des cellulaires sont souvent axées sur le grand angle pour l’objectif principal et le portrait pour l’objectif « selfie » du côté de votre écran. Ces objectifs sont donc prévus pour faire des photos de paysages ou de personnes. Il sera donc difficile de prendre en photo un objet lointain ou un animal sauvage, en particulier les petits animaux.

Le zoom.

À ma connaissance, tous les cellulaires ont la possibilité de zoomer pour les photos. Grâce à cette option, beaucoup se diront qu’ils vont pouvoir prendre un objet lointain ou petit en photo. Oui, mais… Le zoom à une grosse limitation technique, à savoir de diminuer énormément la qualité de la photo et le nombre de mégapixels au fur et à mesure qu’on zoom réduisant ainsi la qualité de la photo.

L’ouverture.

L’ouverture est le fameux f/x que l’on peut lire sur les objectifs. Pour résumer, plus le chiffre est petit, plus l’objectif laisse rentrer de la lumière et plus la profondeur de champs est petite (à focale égale). L’ouverture nous donnera donc plusieurs limitations. Pour commencer, elle jouera sur la qualité de l’image en basse lumière. Ensuite, la profondeur de champ limitera certains effets artistiques comme les bokeh, bien que de gros efforts des constructeurs soient faits ces dernières années.

Trucs et astuces

Maintenant qu’on a vu les limitations, voici quelques trucs et astuces pour réussir de belles photos :

Les effets

Il y aura deux effets à l’augmentation de la sensibilité ISO, à savoir l’augmentation du bruit numérique et la diminution de la dynamique. Le bruit numérique, aussi appelé « grain » est toutes ces petites taches qui apparaissent sur la photo, dégradant sa qualité. Ces point parasites font diminuer la netteté des détails de la photo. Plus on l’augmente, plus le bruit augmente. Mais certains boitiers travaillent mieux à sensibilité élevée que d’autres. La dynamique, de son côté, est la différence entre les hautes et les basses lumières, c’est-à-dire les couleurs claires et les couleurs foncées.

Portrait ou paysage.

Il existe une appellation différente suivant si la photo est prise de façon verticale ou horizontale. « Verticale » (téléphone en position debout) est appelé portrait, tandis que « horizontale » (téléphone en position couchée) est paysage. Certaines personnes, de façon innée, ont tendance à toujours prendre leurs photos en format portrait. Pourtant, comme le nom l’indique, il serait préférable de prendre en photo un paysage (ou un groupe de personnes) en format horizontal et une personne en format vertical.

La grille.

Dans vos options de photo, il y a la grille. Formée de 9 rectangles, cette grille vous permet de faire de belles compositions, que vous choisissiez de centrer votre sujet ou de jouer avec la règle des tiers.

Les modes.

Certains téléphones récents, comme par exemple les derniers iPhones, possèdent des modes qui s’affichent sur l’écran lors d’une prise de vue, comme « Photo », « Portrait » ou « Panoramique ». N’hésitez pas à jouer avec ces modes. Par exemple, le mode portrait simulera un flou au niveau de l’arrière-plan.

Les applications.

Votre cellulaire est capable d’aller plus loin que les options de bases que vous avez avec la fonction photo. Certaines applications vous permettront de régler la profondeur de champ, les ISO ou encore le temps d’exposition!

Les retouches.

La retouche de photos, depuis le numérique, est un peu comme le développement à l’époque de la pellicule. Elle permet de corriger l’exposition ou d’accentuer les couleurs. À garder en tête : jouer avec les curseurs avec parcimonie!

Le HDR.

Le High Dynamic Range (HDR), était à l’origine créé grâce à 3 ou 5 photos du même sujet mais avec des expositions différentes afin d’accentuer les tons clairs et foncés. Cette option se retrouve souvent en un seul clic sur les cellulaires!

Avec les deux mains.

Afin de garder la meilleure stabilité possible, n’hésitez pas à tenir le téléphone avec les deux mains.

Ou sans les mains!

Les accessoires peuvent aider pour les photos. Le trépied vous aidera pour la stabilité.

Les accessoires.

Suivant votre type de photo, n’hésitez pas à investir dans quelques accessoires. Trépied, selfie stick, télécommande, objectifs additionnels sont des accessoires qui pourront vous aider à faire des photos hors du commun!

Est-ce que ces quelques conseils vous ont aidé? N’hésitez pas à arpenter la page « techniques de photos » pour d’autres astuces!

[groovesnjams]

HONORABLE MENTION

"A&W" by Lana Del Rey

MG:

I tend not to read interviews with musicians I’m already familiar with anymore. I’d rather make my own sort of sense of their work and persona and I’m no longer at all interested in getting swept up in the crowd noise of whether or not this person is good or right and it feels like the wisdom of the comment section is inescapable anytime someone even halfway famous verbalizes a thought. But Lana Del Rey, who openly loathes giving interviews, did a cover story with Rolling Stone earlier this year and I saw a pull quote saying, I’ll paraphrase, that when she released Born to Die she thought she’d be for the boys but her career has revealed she’s for the girls – she’s probably less right about that now that she’s being lavished with critical praise and feted with Grammy noms, but it’s clear that the way women recognized and idolized her (particularly on Tumblr) made a huge impression on her and, I think, made space for “A&W” to exist. This song is unflinching in its depictions of femininity and femininity’s proximity to masculinity. It’s intensely vulnerable and personal, intertwining the living memory of the woman born Elizabeth Grant and the singular vision of the artist born Lana Del Rey. But it’s also a version of the story almost any woman could tell you, whether they’re on the cover of Rolling Stone or posting selfies to Instagram, whether they say they live in Rosmede but really they’re at the Ramada or it’s some college dorm room and the America’s Best Inn. Anyway, when she sang about her unslakable thirst for men on songs like “Blue Jeans” and “Video Games,” the girls loved her, they loved her loose hot roller waves and her thousand yard stare and her crookedly perfect smile. And now that she sings about being raped and gets dogged with criticism for gaining weight or dressing sloppy or, in her own words, “looking like a sidepiece at 33,” men love her, too. It’s not just the experience of an American whore, but exactly what it takes to become one and how little say she really had in the matter. Lana was for the girls when she represented something glamorous and unobtainable and strong but Lana was a girl when she wasn’t able to be any of those things at all. “A&W” does not deserve to be relegated to the honorable mention, but to ignore it entirely would be an even worse injustice

[jellimac-sims-stories]

Simfluencer

Jellimac

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Chapter 2

I love that I live in the city now. Each day brings a new influence. The people, the food, the art, and the architecture. Everything is so different from Oasis Springs. It's exactly what I was hoping for. Every day is so inspiring! Or it could be that there are a lot of things around with an inspiring emotional aura. Either way, I’ve been nonstop painting since I got here. 

What I don'tWhat I don't love is that my pieces don't seem to sell. I tried selling a few of my older pieces to make room for new ones at the flea market outside my building my first weekend here. Only one sold. I left feeling really disappointed. It took me a few days to get over it. Probably doesn't help that I’m trying to sell art outside of the art museum. 

My art style is mainly pop and abstract but only my realism paintings have sold for any significant amount. Back home I used to mostly sell paintings from references of people’s vintage cars from Moonlight Falls and Roaring Heights or landscapes of Glimmerbrook and Old Town. I thought the move out to the city would help me get a new perspective and hopefully new customers. That's all anyone ever talks about when they want to become a famous fashion designer or artist, you know. Going to the city. Becoming inspired in some new way. Gain new customers and become so famous that your pieces sell for motherloads. I`d like to say that money isn’t my motivator but a little padding in the bank wouldn’t hurt.

Jonah is basically the only person who had ever purchased my original pieces. He’s posted about it on his social pages and his fans did like it. Not as much as they liked his shirtless pictures but I did get a few followers from his posts. He’s also donated a few of my pieces to his fans. For him, it's a good way to gain more fame. His fans do seem to love the paintings but I'm sure if it's only because they got them from him. Did I forget to mention that he's a major celebrity? The only one in Oasis Springs. He’s really made a good name for himself and I appreciate all that he does to get mine out there as well.

I’m not completely internet illiterate; I already have an insta, twitter, and a website, but Jonah has been bugging me to make everything more streamlined so after several texts back and forth one afternoon we set everything up. I am now the proud manager of a social media empire named Cosmickitty; since that was already my nom de plume. 

I took my new empire for a test drive. A few photos of my new downtown area, photos of my work around my apartment, inspirational quotes, and some cute selfies shamelessly self-promoting my other pages on each platform as I went. Over the next few days, I watched as twitter followers followed my insta and insta followers followed by twitter. Notification of new followers and likes came chiming in. I guess maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. 

I had almost fifty followers by the end of the first week. The pics of the city got a few likes and the selfies too mostly from tattoo pages saying they like my ink or asking if I could model for them. A few of my posts of me painting got the attention of the other artist flea markets in the area. KryticZeuz invited me to sign up for the flea market in the Spice Market. Thinking it couldn’t be worse than the last flea market, I snagged a street gallery wall for an upcoming weekend and I tweeted that I’d be there. 

The Spice District has a totally different vibe from the Arts Quarter. Honestly, I feel that this should be the Arts Quarter; murals everywhere, everything is so colorful from the building to the food to the people. Looking around I can’t help thinking that I probably should have moved here instead but I knew I wouldn’t want to run into Josh’s ex-girlfriend who lives here. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I don’t like that woman. 

The flea market here was very different from the one near my apartment. Less art and more handcrafted or collected items. The table next to me was full of crystals. I bought a rare alexandrite from Selvadorada while I waited for buyers to come up to my stall. I was beginning to have the same experience that I’ve had in the past in terms of selling but then this one guy came up to my selling wall that I didn’t expect. He didn’t even look like the type to shop at a flea market. He was a few shakes away from tall, dark, and handsome. Yeah, he was tall but lean and perfectly dressed with chestnut brown locs that had the sort of style that is meant to look messy on purpose. Way too sophisticated for my style. 

It’s a borderline heatwave this Sunday but there he was looking fresh and cool in his suit as he perused my art pinned up for sale. He looked as if he’d just come from some important meeting about something really important for someone really important with some important people. He had that sort of air about him even with his suit jacket open and a few buttons on his dress shirt unbuttoned. I took a deep breath, told myself to not be intimidated, and queued up my best sales pitch as I approached him, “Hello sir. I'm glad you've come by my display today. Is there any piece in particular that you'd like to know more about?”

“I like your figure painting but I'm afraid I like pieces that have much more...interesting subjects,” his voice was much deeper than I would have anticipated and I caught a hint of a southern drawl...

Can't wait for more? Read the whole story on my AO3

[lalignedujour]

C'était au tout début entre nous. On était mutuellement une activité l'une pour l'autre. Juste par notre présence, notre état d'être humain aimé.

Dans ma journée de travail, je pensais à elle et je réalisais que j'avais oublié son visage. Alors, je lui écrivais ça et elle m'envoyait un selfie. On sortait beaucoup, on riait, on rentrait trop tard, mais on faisait quand même l'amour en rognant sur le sommeil. Elle hésitait encore sur les prénoms de mes frères et sœurs.

Ce soir-là, on rentre chez elle avec le dernier RER. Je connais pas encore bien sa cage d'escalier (il pouvait m'arriver de me tromper d'étage, mais là c'est elle qui est devant donc c'est bon).

On monte péniblement les marches, on est ko. On arrive devant chez elle et elle a pas les clés. On est dégoûtées, mais on rit. Heureusement, un de ses colocs est dehors, encore en soirée. Elle va prendre son vélo pour le rejoindre, plutôt que de réveiller son autre coloc. Je l'attends là, devant chez elle. Je m'assieds sur une marche. La minuterie s'éteint.

J'avais pas remarqué en arrivant, mais il y a de la lumière sous la porte de l'appartement 34. Derrière, une conversation à voix basse. Je ne peux pas m'en empêcher, j'écoute. Je range mon téléphone. C'est une de ces conversations qui durent, parce qu'elles sont difficiles. Des conversations dont on sait qu'elles vont accoucher d'une décision : on ne les finit pas comme on les a commencées. Des conversations avant-après.

Les voix, une féminine, une masculine, s'emplissent de sanglots et se confondent. J'imagine un canapé plein de mouchoirs. Une table de cuisine, ou les mains s'accrochent, se serrent, s'évitent, se repoussent calmement. Je me sens comme enfant quand mes parents parlaient dans la pièce d'à côté, alors que je dormais. J'écoutais impuissante. J'assistais en direct au délitement inéluctable. Là, j'ai compris qu'il n'y aurait bientôt plus ces deux noms accolés sur la sonnette : Louise Serra et Jed Mimouni. Sara Mimouni, je ne sais pas où elle sera.

La minuterie se rallume, la conversation se calme et Samira remonte avec sa clé, je lui dis qu'elle m'a manqué, on rit, et deux ans plus tard, on a ce genre de conversation à notre tour.

J'ai connu Jed.

[toilou-norvetaxique2023]

Jour 31 - Nouvelle-Orléans

Un peu de mal à démarrer ce matin, plusieurs options de planning s'offraient à nous et nous n'arrivions pas à faire de choix 😅

Nous avons finalement opté pour une balade dans des quartiers que nous n'avions pas encore découverts.

On s'est arrêté dans le petit musée d'une association de préservation du patrimoine architectural, qui présente une exposition sur l'histoire de chaque quartier de la Nouvelle-Orléans.

Les échanges avec la guide se sont avérés très intéressants ! Elle nous a donné quelques recommandations pour notre programme du jour 😀

Passage par le quartier Central Business District pour rejoindre un petit café repéré par Antoine pour déjeuner : le Café Beignet. Comme son nom l'indique, les beignets sont leur spécialité, et ils sont très bons !

Nous arrivons ensuite au port, qui est plutôt industriel. Nous prenons un ferry pour traverser le Mississippi et découvrir la rive d'en face, vivement conseillée par la guide du matin.

Nous nous baladons dans le quartier d'Algiers Point jusqu'à ce que la pluie s'abatte sur nous 🌧️

Retour par le ferry dans le sens inverse et nous faisons une pause séchage au Café du Monde, autre institution de la Nouvelle-Orléans ☕️

Selfie trempés 🤳