#they played paris again i’m gonna kms

[prettygirlsmakegrcves]

the 1975 at finsbury park? completed it mate!!!!!

[3laxx]

Trainwreck - Chapter 4

Ao3 / FF.net

“Connect me to someone who understands this, Nino!”

“I’ll try!”

She nodded and continued to look for something that could help her find the solution to this problem. She let her gaze wander over the destroyed dashboard for the thousandth time, tears almost welling up in her eyes as she couldn’t find anything again.

After a minute, she dared to speak again.

“Nino, you got someone?”

“I called the police.”, his voice was quiet suddenly, shaky, “They said they’re gonna derail the train. You have to get out of there, now!”

She gulped when she saw police cars ahead and something orange attached to the rails. Suddenly, her voice was very weak.

“There’s no time.”

She could only take cover next to the dashboard, although she almost hoped the derailing devices wouldn’t work.

A big bang was heard through the TV and Adrien flinched. He looked up, out of reflex, seeing the police cars catching flames. Something rushed through the screen and the TV moderator was kind of freaking out. He only then processed that the train had just jumped over the derailing devices, making them fly into the nearby parked police cars. The train was too fast, too heavy and too long to be stopped.

He cried out in relief when Marinette stood up again and continued to talk to someone.

“Hello? Is there someone who can help me?”

“Here’s Monsieur Gérard for you, Mari.”

She heard a klick in the connection and then she heard an unfamiliar male voice, nervous and shaky.

“Yes? Hello?”

“Hello, Miss Dupain-Cheng. I am Monsieur Gérard, I will help you bring the train to a sto-…”

“Really nice of you, so how do I do that when the dashboard is sliced open?”

The man gulped and remained silent.

“Please, Monsieur Gérard, you have to think of something! Do you have any idea of trains?”

“I am a train driver, have been for twenty-three years. But I believe, the solution won’t please you.”

“As long as the train doesn’t destroy Paris, I’ll be okay with every solution, even if it means that I’ll die.”

“You might as well bid your last goodbyes if that won’t work.”

Now it was her turn to gulp. Did he really just say that?

“There is an emergency break, right under the dashboard. It must be a red lever. Pull as hard as you can.”

She bent down while the train rushed past houses and fields, heading to Paris like a time bomb.

“Okay, I’m pulling it now!”

She grabbed the lever and leaned back as the lever was moved. She pushed it until a metallic sound was heard. Marinette squinted her eyes, expecting the train to do a yank and abruptly become slower, pushing her forward.

But nothing happened.

“What?! That-… That can’t be! Nothing’s happening!”, she moved it back and pulled again, until she heard the metallic sound again.

“That is unfortunate. Miss Dupain-Cheng, I highly recommend you calling someone who is dear to you and get ready to exit the driver’s cabin.”

“Wh-What?!”

That’s when Alya’s phone rang a second time that day.

She answered as fast as she could, clenching her teeth when she spoke.

“Yes?”

“Alya?”, a very familiar voice rang through the device and Alya instantly sobbed, causing Adrien to lay an arm around her shoulders.

“M-Mari, wh-what are y-you thinking?!”

“Listen, Alya, you were the first in my contacts and I don’t have much time. Just listen to me, okay?”, Alya could only nod when she heard the stern voice of her best friend. Marinette took the silence as a yes and continued, “See, there’s a really high chance that I’ll be dead within the next few minutes. I want you to tell my parents I love them. And I want you to know that I’ll always love you. You’re my girl, okay? And tell Adrien-…”

Alya cried out and Adrien got the phone out of her hand.

“Marinette, I-…” “Adrien?! What are you doing at Alya’s?!”

“Listen, I have to tell you something! I-… Mari, I love you! I loved you since I first saw you, back in high school. Please, just-… Make sure you won’t die!”

There was silence in the call, then she finally answered.

“I-… I’m sorry, Adrien, b-but-…”

“Mari? What is it?”

“I can’t. I’m sorry, but-… I can’t accept your feelings.”

Then, she hung up. He slowly lowered the phone and looked at Alya who had gone white. Her mouth opened and closed again as tears started to pool in his eyes.

She had rejected him. While facing inevitable death. The phone slid out of his fingers and onto the couch between him and her. Her face showed utter disbelief but slowly, she pulled herself together and faced the TV again.

And on the screen, they saw her exiting the driver’s cabin.

The instructions were simple. She had to bend down and push a button.

While the train was moving at a speed of 115 km/h, the button was around 2 meters beneath the gangway, she had no way of securing herself and she would probably have to let herself fall down and hope she could press the button while falling or otherwise the whole of Paris would be dead. Just because she had reached the end of her growth at a height of 1.55 meters.

Yeah, no pressure at all.

She gulped when she took the first step out of the driver’s cabin and heard Nino’s voice in her headphones.

“Mari, I-… I just wanted to say that you are so brave. You’re… You’re a hero, you know that?”

“Hey, don’t make me chicken out. But Nino-… Thanks. Thanks for everything. And take good care of Alya.”, she smiled when she said her best friend’s name and recalled her voice that she had heard just seconds ago. Along with Adrien’s.

Adrien…

Tears clouded her vision and a little sob escaped her throat. Nino sighed and she almost felt his hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of what probably was either the worst mistake of her life or the best decision she could have made for him. She didn’t want him to grieve her death and not move on, knowing that she loved him too. It would be easier for him to get to know other people, she told herself.

“Listen, Mari, I know how much you love Adrien. And I know how hard it must have been for you to tell him that. That was really selfless of you and you earned my deepest respect for that.”

“Nino, I-…”, she kneeled down above where the button was supposed to be located, gripping the railing, “I couldn’t have asked for a better friend. I love you, okay?”

She heard him whimper and clenched her teeth. Paris was getting closer and she had to do something, fast.

“Marinette, you’re not dead yet. And caring for Alya means I’ll keep you alive, no matter in how many deadly situations you’ll get yourself in. Do you understand?”

She sniffed and leant down to inspect the button that was beneath her, wiping away her tears. She had to focus now.

“I’m trying now, Nino.”, when he didn’t answer she got down to her stomach, laying down on the gangway. Marinette then proceeded to wrapping her leg around one pole of the railing, lowering herself down. Wind slapped her in her face when she was exposed to the howling airstream on the train’s side, nearly losing her hold.

The young woman breathed in deeply and then let go of the other pole she had been gripping with her hand. Instantly, she swung down and had to bite the insides of her cheeks because all her weight was now hanging on one leg. She had desperately tried to ignore the wound in her shoulder but now that she wasn’t standing upright anymore and applying pressure to it, it started aching like someone had just stabbed her.

The young woman cried out in pain and her vision almost faded, making her slip from the pole. She had to move fast now. Squinting her eyes, she pulled herself up again and tried something different. Out of pure fear that she wouldn’t be able to save the day, she tucked her foot on the pole she had been holding herself up on with her knee bend and hoped the too many centimeters would somehow miraculously appear in her arm length.

“Marinette! Marinette, no!”, she let out a forced groan as she held onto the pole and then just let go. She swung down and her whole weight was held up by the crook of her foot, slowly slipping. The wind tugged on her and played with her like she was a punching ball. Her face made impact with the side of the train, leaving a lacerated cheek that would most likely leave a nasty bruise. She caught herself again while Nino frantically spoke into their intercom. Her hands found a pipe on which she could steady herself and support her foot all the while seeing the ground flying by underneath her. She would surely be dead if she dropped now. She gulped, knowing she had to drop in order to reach the button. She at least hoped she could reach it. The button that would end all of this. The emergency shut down.

She cried out, when her foot nearly slipped but she was able to put all remaining strength into her grip on the pole, knowing it was Paris’ only hope. Her family’s and friends’ only hope. Much to her surprise when she looked down again, something red flared up right beneath her. It was just out of her reach, red and looked like… A button!

Relief washed over her features, and she almost smiled but when she stretched out to press it, she realized she needed just a few more centimeters, not as much as she had estimated but enough to drain all the blood from her head despite hanging upside down.

“Oh, come on!”, she yelled, “C’mon!!”

“M-Mari?!”

“I’m this close! This close! Come-… OOONN!!”

She heard Nino panting and knew that he sensed what she planned.

“Mari, you’re not gonna hit it. It’s too much of a risk!”

“Which I have to take ‘cuz I’m not fucking reaching it!”

He sucked the air in through his teeth as she tried to reach farther down but could not, just could not press the button.

“Mari please. Please reconsider. There must be another way than dropping yourself!”

Let me know if you liked it?

[lebilliam]

Hey sirmcartney asked me to do this

I’d rather be doing this over my school ish anyways :’)

Ask me some questions!

3 Fears: Ghosts :((( , fat insects , failing stuff 

3 things I love: i fukin love talking to my friends and hanging out , listening to music that i havent heard in forever, and that post workout glow 

2 turns on: i can send them memes :) , i can laugh and not give a heck with them

2 turns off: i cant send them memes :( , being mean to me (im sensitive af)

My best friend: zoo wee this is a hard one but id prob say logan or brian or adam or morgan or alex. take ur pick. (morgan and logan tbh)

Sexual orientation: str8 

How tall am I: 5′9″ according to my ID

What do I miss right now: intimacy

Favourite color: orange!!!!!

Do I have a crush: ;)

Favourite place: currently ive been digging the imagination room

What am I listening to right now: affection // Cigarettes After Sex

Shoe size: it varies on the brand but normally 9.5 or 10? idk im bad

Eye color: brown

Hair color: black 

Meaning behind my URL: its bc i wanted a recognizable alias that i could use across platforms 

Favourite song: i always say liztomania by phoenix

Favourite band: Maroon 5 fanboy here but ive been a fan of Cigarettes after Sex for a while now

How I feel right now: STRESSED and ANGERY

Someone I love: myself (kinda)

My current relationship status: 

My relationship with my parents: we dont really talk that much but good i think?

Favourite season: oof i like the heat but im gonna say winter bc i get to be emo and i can go walk on fresh snow 

Tattoos and piercing i have: none atm

Tattoos and piercing i want: hmmm idk if i want anything big but i always thought the track shoe/wing thing would be nice

The reasons I joined Tumblr: all my friends had it so i thought i would be cool if i made one

Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: i have gotten some before and i appreciate them 

Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: the last person i texted? surprisingly no

How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: depends if i shower but i can get going in ~4-5 minutes

Have you shaved your legs in the past three days?: nope!

Where am I right now?: imagination room!

Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? hell yea who doesnt

Do I live with my Mom and Dad? not atm im chillin #dormlife

Am I excited for anything?: excited for the weekend

Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? hell to the yea of course

How often do I wear a fake smile?: everytime i feel weird around people idk usually i wouldnt say i smile that much unless im gooning 

If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: I believe that the world will introduce me to people when i need it (lame answer: idk anyone but maybe like my friends’ friends)

What do I think about most? this week it’s been the french essay i had to write but overall i think about being appreciated 

Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? id be on both sides if i could but if i had to pick one id totally be in front

What was the last lie I told? oh haha i dont know (but i do know)

Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? PHONE CALLS

Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Hell yea what else am i supposed to be afraid of. aliens are super cool man of course i think theyre real

Do I believe in magic? NOPE! but theres been some crazy magic tricks where i almost believe but then i see the “how it’s done” video for it

Do I believe in luck? hell yea of course! why would it not exist? 

What’s the weather like right now? ughgh it’s disappointingly hot 

What was the last book I’ve read? Huis Clos by Jean Paul Sartre (i had to read it for class but it really is a great work of art)

Do I have any nicknames? B, Lil B(ones i have heard the most) Billiam, Broletariate Biu (my mom calls me that), (billy bear is an old one and i dont know why they ever used it in the first place), goomph, toad, frog, ugly ass, nerd, dork, dingus

Do I spend money or save it? i spend it haha kms i really need to save more efficiently

Can I touch my nose with a tounge?: nope just tried and looked like a fool

Favourite animal? oof i want to say dogs but thats basic but dogs are so loving like i dont get it how do they do it

What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: i was up and i was emo. jk i was hanging out and watching bad Freshman xxl cyphers

What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Get Low by lil Jon or Faded (the remix) or change your mind by the killers. im gonna go ahead and say that change your mind gets my shit hyped UP

What is my favorite word? satiation

My top 5 blogs on tumblr: idk if im going to be honest i dont really use tumblr that much for personal blogs but i do love foodporn, til, ruined childhood

If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? love each other. 

Do I have any relatives in jail? i dont think so? oh jk theyre not really a relative but they’re a close family friend’s relative

What is my current desktop picture? FUKIN FUNCTIONAL GROUPS THAT I DONT EVER KNOW OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD EVEN THOUGH THERES A TEST IN 10.25 HOURS

Had sex? ye

Bought condoms? ye

Gotten pregnant? cant really say that i have :p

Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? yes

Had job? yep! summer job at the zoo which was cool af

Smoked weed? once or twice 

Smoked cigarettes? never.nope.disgusting

Drank alcohol? yes

Am I a vegetarian/vegan? i tried being vegetarian for a bit but then i wasnt eating enough red meat

Been overweight? as a kid i feel like i was overly big but now that i think about it i dont think i was fat

Been underweight? definitely

Gotten my heart broken? homeboy who hasnt?

Been to prom? yeep

Been in airplane? yeep

Learned another language? heck yes! english kek and im in the process of learning french. i tried learning lithuanian after a life changing experience. 

Wore make up? surprisingly no

Dyed my hair? nope! i dont want to bleach my hair

Had a surgery? uhhh does laser surgery count? bc ive had 3 so far and i might have more

Met someone famous? every time i walk by a mirror ;) jk i met the senator of WA and the mayor of Tacoma a couple times

Stalked someone on a social network? pfft hell yes

Been fishing? yep! it’s always an experience

Been rejected by a crush? rip me yes

What do I want for birthday? i want to have a nice get together with friends where we do stuff that i dont have to pay for (but i dont think thats how life works anymore)

Do I like my handwriting? I love it in pen and when i hit my ecrivain stride, but otherwise when my hands get sweaty its just a fkin mess 

Where do I want to live when older? i’ve always said paris, but zaragoza spain wouldnt be too bad!

Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? yea boi

What I’m really bad at: believing in myself 

What my greatest achievments are: i was a smart kid in elementary! i got some awards for getting good grades and i went to a competitive thing for piano once and i placed a couple times in some random races ive run

The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: oof i dont want to really relive that experience

What I’d do if I won in a lottery: id ask /r/personalfinance 

What do I like about myself: id like to think im gaining/losing healthy weight

My closest Tumblr friend: on tumblr?? idk i said i dont really use tumblr for friends but i’d probably say memequeen or sirmccartney

Any question you’d like? when am i going to meet up with my RA? no one knows idk i forgot about our meeting and hes really cool about rescheduling so i might do it this saturday

Are you outgoing or shy? it really depends on how im feeling but id like to think im pretty outgoing!

What kind of people are you attracted to? NICE FRIENDly people who can laugh. laughing is important to me

Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? personally i think yes

Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? nope!

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? @thoseloverseyes most def

What does the most recent text that you sent say? “haha and then what ;)” jk it says” thank”

What are your 5 favorite songs right now? boy oh boy am i not ready for this question. Id think “this love, maroon 5″, humble (its a bop), “the air that i breathe, “open - rhye”, and rollin by calvin harris or this house by japaense breakfast idk the last one always changes

Do you like it when people play with your hair? i had a weird experience once but idk i think im willing to let other people touch my hair? not a fan 

Do you think there is life on other planets?of course. this topic is not up for debate. just bc our defition of life has not been found that does not mean that there is not life in other places where we are either 1) not looking or 2) life that we cant recognize due to our weird weird obsession with water like life does not have to use water as a conduit for essential functions

well that was fun and id say it took some time. it def got me feeling better about life. 7.8/10 i would do it again but im sweaty af from this hot ass room

peace!

[florencefolly]

Normandy-Hallowed Ground

July 10, 2017

We rise early. The Normandy Coast is calling. There is some heavy thinking to be done. I lift the shade to find the crimson orange sunrise over the Honfleur bridge’s piano string strung towers. The small homes below the third-floor suite where our bed is are motionless. There is a threat of rain in the distance. I have mixed feelings about leaving this sweet little town and feel like a future visit is in the cards. Leaving is hard but there is more to explore ahead.

Sweet Louise arrives to us apologizing for a broken toilet paper dispenser. She has driving lessons at 10am. Her nerves are not evident as she drops her bag full of clean towels for the house. She makes a quick tour of the house and then hands our deposit of 300 Euro back with a smile. Rani and Claire get a head start to Caen as we finish our business. I finalize the packing of the car and we all pile in.

Driving to Caen, the rain comes and goes. The country side flies by at 130 km per hour. I am trying to prepare myself for the D Day War Memorial. We turn down General Eisenhower Promenade and the tall flag poles displaying flags from all participating countries waive in the soft breeze of the morning. The stark building behind them is tan concrete with large block letters on the front that read: LA DOULEUR M’A BRISSEE LA FRATERNITE M’A RELEUX DE MA BLESSURE A JAILLI UN FLEUVE DE LIBERTE. It translates as: THE PAIN BROKE ME. THE BROTHERHOOD LIFTED ME. FROM MY WOUNDED SPRANG A RIVER OF LIBERTY.

We spent as long as we were able inside the memorial. For some of us this was longer than others. The pain of well curated exhibit seeping in sooner for others. There were many moments that I could share but this one is worthy of your time: Masha Bruskina was a 17-year-old resistance fighter during the second world war. A volunteer nurse who worked in a Minsk hospital set up to aid the Red Army. Caring for Red Army soldiers. She was a resident of the Minsk Jewish Ghetto who secretly helped soldiers escape by bringing them civilian clothes and forged papers. After her capture, she wrote her mother a letter that ended:

If you can, please send me my dress, my green blouse, and white socks. I want to be dressed decently when I leave here.

Soviet authorities refused to accept her contribution to the resistance efforts until 2009 because of their antisemitism. Bruskina’s name was not acknowledged until this time, despite the heavy use of a picture of her hanged along with her compatriots as propaganda during the war to discourage resistance. For decades she was officially referred to as “the unknown girl.” With luck, this story will help keep her memory alive. Her bravery was a beacon in a time of darkness and is worthy of remembrance.

We finish our tour and make a plan to head to Omaha Beach. It is only a short distance away but we need to plan lunch. After a quick search we find a spot close to the beach head. We, gratefully, arrive ahead of a large tour bus. Sitting at a table for six near the front of the restaurant, we order good food in bad French. I opt for the Coq au Vin. It is the real deal and WOW! Our meal finished, we head to the beach. It was a bit anticlimactic. The flat, soft beach looked ideal for a landing and it is easy to see why it was chosen. On this warm Monday afternoon, there are families splashing about, lying out in the sun and playing in the sand. It felt funny to see that in such a revered place. The thing that made it okay for me was seeing a picture of a family sitting on the beach in July of 1945. They were smiling and drinking wine from the bottle. I guess if you think about it, the losses were for their and our freedom. The folks in the picture were simply celebrating an end to tyranny of the Third Reich. How can it be any different today? Isn’t having the freedom to swim and play on the beach what all those deaths were about?

We motor down the road to the American Cemetery in Coleville. It is huge and well-tended. There is a large memorial with a tall statue, before it lays a reflecting pool with several patches of lily pads. Both kids in separate moments note that they are in the shape of large hearts. Despite the many visitors, it feels like we are alone. The perfectly symmetrical headstone crosses play out across the perfect green grass. We spend a few moments walking among them. The crosses bear the name of the solider, his rank and birth date and place. Among them are headstones with the Star of David on them. Mixed in there are also crosses that bear no name, only the inscription: “Here rests in honored glory, a comrade in arms, known but to God.” It is a moving experience for me. I hope that my children get something from this visit. I know I have.

Back on the road, that goddam stupid tax rears its head again. We are on the tollway. We pass through one toll plaza after another, slapping my VISA into the machine when needed and then motoring on. Suddenly another plaza is in the distance. It has a “T” symbol on the sign announcing its pending arrival. We roll in and there is no place for the credit card. I am confused. We are confused. We have made many assumptions on this and previous trips when driving. So, here we are again, making assumptions. I draw a ticket from the machine and then motor out from under the toll plaza. We are talking and not about the route, which is a very bad plan and we know better. I miss my exit. FUCK! Ok, I’m just gonna flip a u-turn, amidst Robin’s protest. I have no idea how long I would be taking us out of our way and I am not going to find out. The issue I have now is that to “fix” this I would need to flip another u-turn, right in front of the toll plaza. I’m already pushing it and I’ve already been pulled over, by whistle no less. I do not need any more interaction with the gendarme. So, I roll up to the toll taker to submit myself. “Je suis desole. I made a mistake.” She glares at me, issuing a 15.60 Euro penalty with a look of disgust. Yep. There it is. Right there. The stupid tax. Adding insult to the tax is the 10-minute loop to get us back to the same spot we started. Another ticket and no talking as we get the right road this time. We are on the road for a while longer. All I can think is if this is how long it takes to get to Amboise, we’ve got a long, long way to Provence and then back to Paris. How come on the map it looks so reasonable?

We arrive in Villedomer and make our call to Christine to get the final directions. We are struggling to raise her or her niece on the mobile. They are in Paris for a couple of days with their family enjoying the sights. We get the GPS coordinates and make a dash for a last-minute trip to Intermarche super. A large supermarket with literally everything. We make the rounds for a quick supply before getting to the chateau. We also need to wait for Rani and Claire, who have been on their own odyssey. The girls finally arrive. The GPS in the car won’t take the longitude and latitude numbers I’ve gotten off the La Noue website. Thank God I have my GPS unit from home and can plug in the coordinates because Rani’s phone won’t take them either. Finally, we are on our way and the house turns out to be closer than it seemed. Just ten minutes up the road, we find Chateau La Noue. It is everything that we thought it would be. We are met by Christine’s brother Jean and then her companion Jacques, who show us around the house. Neither speak much English, so I need to force the French out. I do and we get what we need to get in to the house and settled. In addition to Jean and Jacques, we are met by a fat calico cat and a jet-black cocker spaniel. Claire is in heaven.

My sister and I collapse into the deep couches to recount the day. The stress of driving taking its toll, we decide to head to bed. Quelle jour!

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