#this is all to say that of course PA wants to be in the Paris Agreemnt! it’s good for us in the long run!

[thepaleys]

Grand Duchess Marie Alexandrovna on meeting the Hohenfelsens

(safe to say she was not impressed 🤣)

Paris, 16 June 1908

The young Swedish couple" has arrived in our hotel. Little Marie is a very sedate and calm little person, but she poured her heart out to Baby: she feels it terribly meeting here her step-mother and suffers greatly under it. As to poor little Dmitry, he is in perfect despair. He hates the whole thing and loathed the idea of seeing his new Geschwister [siblings]. He comes to me to talk about it.

Of course Uncle Paul and wife manquent de tact [are tactless] in every way: for instance, last Tuesday he arranged a big luncheon with quantities of his French acquaintances and asked us too. It was the first time poor Dmitry went to his house here and Uncle Paul presented him to all the guests as "mon fils aine" [my eldest son]. The boy simply se tordait de désespoir [curled up in despair], we observed it all and in the middle of this unknown company appeared these second children and all the affected French people went into loud ectasies about them [at this time, Vladimir was 11, Irina 4 and Natalie 2], whilst poor Dmitry was pale with concentrated rage and moral suffering.

Marie told Baby that she never would have come here, had she known, how it would be. And people are wonderfully taktlos. They all praise her to the skies when they talk to me, cette charmante Comtesse Hohenfelsen, "elle est adorable, cette femme". Vous trouvez [that charming Countess Hohenfelsen. She's adorable, don't you think?]. I answer, oh! Bien pour moi, c'est très pénible [for me it's all very painful] and I tell them a few truths. Then they at once turn the conversation, as French people hate when they are found at fault et ne désirent pas du tout en savoir d'avantage. [and don't want to be wrong in any way].

As to Uncle Paul, I cannot support at all him here; his whole attitude and tone I find detestable, I don't show it, à quoi bon and I am simply polite with his wife, like with any lady in society I don't care for. I simply writhe when I see in his house portraits of my mother, what a desecration! And he pointed them out to me! I thought one moment I would like to insult him before all his idiotic French guests.

"Dear Mama" - Diana Mandache

This is what I love about digging into original sources. When we read Grand Duchess Maria Pavlovna's memoires, the idea we get is that she always had a pleasent relationship with her stepmother, but here (at least according to Maria Alexandrovna, who clearly still held a deep resentment towards her brother and his second wife) it seems things were not so smooth.

It's also interesting (and sad) to notice how she doesn't really consider Grand Duke Paul's children from his second marriage worthy of any note and is even annoyed that the French fawn over them and that Grand Duke Paul introduces Dmitri as his "eldest son", which seems to imply she doesn't consider Vladimir to be his son at all.

It kind of shows what the rest of the family thought about Grand Duke Paul's second family: so irrelevant that it was as if they didn't exist.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Whump idea, Vincent gets cavities from eating so much sugar all the time and has to go to the dentist. He’s scared of it hurting so Chidi holds his hand the whole time. Maybe he squeezes so hard he actually breaks a bone in Chidi’s hand, but of course Chidi is too tough to let on…then later Vincent sees a splint on it and says he’ll kill whoever hurt him. And Chidi is just like, well…

I took so long to answer this because I went on hiatus right afterwards, I'm sorry 😭

But I love this ask, it's so adorable and so funny!! I was thinking about it all week. Please do send more if the inspiration strikes you, anon. I can't get enough of HoplesslyDevoted!

-⚜- Sweet Tooth -⚜-

TW: Nothing except dentists for once! This is just fluffy hurt/comfort.

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The most painful things seemed to happen when it came to Vincent - or rather, Vincent seemed to do these things to himself, and perhaps to bystanders. The toothache was one of many such cases.

He wouldn’t admit it at first, but he was irritable for two days in a row, awoke looking like he hadn’t slept, and when he didn’t even want to eat sweets, Chidi knew something had to be wrong.

“Vous n'avez pas faim, monsieur? [Aren’t you hungry, sir?]” he asked, over a banquet table filled with a positively wasteful spread of breakfast foods, from syrup-drenched crepes to fresh croissants to heaps of jam and berries.

“Non.” But his stomach let out a noise that betrayed him, and Chidi raised an eyebrow. He watched Vincent look away and breathe a little too deeply for a moment, as he did when he was about to admit something. At last, barely above a whisper, he muttered, “J'ai mal aux dents. [I have a toothache.]”

Oh. Honestly, he was relieved it was nothing more serious. “Je parlerai à votre assistant d’un rendez-vous dentaire d’urgence. [I’ll speak to your assistant about an emergency dental appointment.]”

“Non, s'il vous plaît, ne le faites pas. Euh, c'est… [No, please don’t. Er, that is…]”

“…Monsieur, sans traitement, la situation ne fera qu'empirer. […Sir, without treatment, it will only get worse.]”

“Je SAIS que [I KNOW that],” he snapped. But he still did not give permission.

Vincent was toying with his fork, pushing a blueberry around an untouched plate. Chidi watched him fidget for a moment in silence, considering how to approach this. Finally, “Puis-je demander pourquoi pas, alors? [May I ask why not, then?]”

“Juste – tu viens avec moi ? [Just – will you come with me?]”

He was scared, then. Another person might have smiled at such endearing childishness, but that would have been a wrong move. Chidi just nodded, face flat. “Bien sûr. [Of course.]”

He soon realized how much pain the Marquis had been hiding. Once he could complain openly, he admitted that not one, but two molars were aching constantly, sending pain right through the back of his head. Chidi spoke to the assistant, cancelled all the day’s meetings, and spent the morning with Vincent’s head in his lap, massaging his scalp and his jaw while they waited for the appointment.

That afternoon, they found themselves in an office in Paris, with an elderly woman whose kindly demeanor and open face should have put anyone at ease. But she did not look happy to see Vincent. Apparently, she had served the Marquis since he was a child, and Chidi would guess she had quite a few stories she was sworn not to tell.

Vincent didn’t look happy to see her either. He was really pale and stood too close to Chidi in the lobby, keeping their shoulders in contact (though of course he was not made to wait more than a minute).

Chidi didn’t have to be told to take the seat next to the dental chair, though he was a little surprised to find Vincent’s hand catching his in a death grip almost immediately.  He described his symptoms in terse, one or two word responses, clearly fighting back panic. That was probably the only reason he allowed the dentist to lecture him about the amount of sugar he’d obviously been eating. All she got out of him was a glare. Chidi answered on his behalf about his diet, and promised to “work with the Marquis to establish a more rigorous tooth care schedule,” which was the most dignified way he could think to describe forcing Vincent to brush his teeth the next time he ate three chocolate éclairs at 9 AM.

He had multiple cavities, apparently. And despite very liberal use of anesthetic, when the dentist pulled out a drill, Vincent’s already crushing grip became really unbearable. Nonetheless, Chidi bore it. He just squeezed back and ran his thumb over Vincent’s fingers again and again to sooth him. He never spoke a word of protest. Nor did he say anything about it on the car ride back to the palace, nor when seeing Vincent off to a nap to make up for that night of tossing and turning in pain. Nothing except, “Vous avez été très courageux, monsieur. [You were very brave, sir.]”

The next time they saw each other, Vincent had emerged from his room for dinner, which would have to be mostly liquid. Despite grimacing at the creative smoothie blends the chef had concocted, he seemed in better spirits. His eyes fixed on Chidi affectionately across the table. “Tu sais, je pensais à quel point tu étais gentil avec moi aujourd'hui. Quand j’allais chez le dentiste quand j’étais enfant, la gouvernante s’impatientait au bout d’une minute et ne me tenait plus la main. Mais tu l’as fait, même si je ne devrais vraiment pas en avoir besoin. [You know, I was thinking about how kind you were to me today. When I went to the dentist as a child, the governess would get impatient after a minute and wouldn’t hold my hand anymore. But you did, even though I really shouldn’t need it.]”

Chidi smiled back, preening. “C'est ma joie d'être là pour toi. Ce dont vous avez besoin est exactement ce dont vous avez besoin, et je vous l’accorderai. [It’s my joy to be there for you. What you need is just exactly what you need, and I will give you that.]”

His eyes finally lighted on Chidi’s left hand, where a splint wrapped around his pointer finger. “Attends… qui t'a fait ça ? Y a-t-il eu une bagarre pendant que je dormais !? Celui qui a fait ça, je lui arracherai… [Wait…who did that to you? Was there a fight while I was sleeping!? Whoever did that, I’ll tear out their – ]”

“Ah non, je ne pense pas que ce soit necessaire, [Ah, no, I don’t think that’s necessary,]” Chidi said sheepishly.

“Que veux-tu dire... [What do you mean…]” Realization dawned over his face. “Non, je ne l’ai pas fait. Ai-je? [No. I didn’t. Did I?]”

“Bien… [Well…]”

“Oh, Chidi…” He stared at his hand, rueful. “Venez ici. [Come here.]”

Chidi came to stand beside his chair and the Marquis took up his hand, very delicately this time, to plant a small kiss on the splint. “Je suis désolé. [I’m sorry.]”

“C'est bon, monsieur. Tu es juste très fort. Je ai été impressionné. [It’s okay, sir. You’re just very strong. I was impressed.]” Chidi’s eyes flickered meaningfully to the butler on the other side of the dining room. The man took the hint and slipped out. Free to be a little more tender, he leaned down to return Vincent’s kiss - on the lips this time, but equally gentle.

Vincent lingered with their faces together, cupping his cheek. “Je ferais mieux de me brosser les dents après. Tu es la chose la plus douce que j'ai jamais goûtée. [I’d better brush my teeth afterwards. You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.]”

[mcbride]

Daryl Dixon Rewatch S1E04 - La Dame de Fer

without a doubt the weakest ep of the season, it stars with Daryl having some sort of premonition dream, in which he sees Laurent surrounded by walkers passing right by him without even noticing he's there. all this supporting my theory the Nest people want to turn the kid into a walker so he can rise again as the new Messiah.

(exactly how i feel after the work week i just had!)

anyways more thoughts and ramblings after the jump...

Daryl strolling through Paris, listening to music, seeing old couple sharing precious time together while people watching through windows gives me the frenchest vibes ever. unfortunately, he cannot read a map to save his life.

i don't hate Genet, and i can even understand her pragmatism. i feel this will turn into a religion vs. science debate, in which both sides want to use to boy to "cure" humanity.

i will never ever forgive this show for killing Antoine the pigeon dude, who was legit one of the most likable characters in all of twdu with only a couple of mins of screentime. his dying wish was to free his pigeons. "The birds. Free. Let them free. The pigeons." - here we go, if he was the one making an analogy between Caryl and the pigeons always returning home to the one who waits for them in the last ep, this also seems an omen for caryl being set free of their responsibilities, trauma and guilt so they can finally fly freely together. and if so, then it's kinda poetic.

Daryl is usually a fighter not a hugger, but we need to care about his bonds with this random people, so Isa hugs him. how fun would it be if you were not left to wonder what will happen next. Daryl cares about people, it's just who he is. and guess what? he already knows where Laurent run off to.

"Paris kinda sucks." Daryl, YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT! but it makes up for it in beautiful cinematography.

oh look, now Isa knows how to kill walkers! poorly, but at least she ain't just acting like a deer in headlights.

the dude they take hostage is slut shaming the heck out of Isa, and Daryl be like *shrug* je ne comprends pas, bitch, but let me tell you a story about little Jimmy being forced to kill his piglet one day. the most random Christmas tale ever told, but despite Daryl saying he made up the whole story, i can't help but think it's his story. and that is heartbreaking!

ironically, Daryl who was wholly against torturing a whisperer back in s10, is now full on let's fuck this guy up for info right in front of a nun! of course, i can't help but think it makes total sense cause at the time, he was really just trying to protect Carol from that kind of violence when she was already on edge.

Isa needs to tell Daryl something, he be like NAH, i'm busy, i got a kid, your kid, to save, please schedule an appointment.

Sylvie is finding love for the first time ever, and she's wondering if Isa is harboring any romantic feelings for Daryl. he's the one, the messenger to deliver Laurent, so he is a means to an end. she already loved and lost a lot before the apocalypse. which probably means she is totally getting the feels for Daryl, she just doesn't know he's taken already. just wait till you meet his formidable wife!

Daryl learned some French already. he grunts "bon appétit," as he leaves piglet!dude to be eaten by walkers. SAVAGE!

Daryl fights Quinn, but let's him live cause he's Daryl - he wouldn't kill the kid's father right in front of him.

we have come full circle. Daryl returning a lost kid to his "mother" (*whisper yells* Sophia), and watches her make the ultimate sacrifice by going back to Quinn so she can give the kid a chance to leave the city. not before, she sorts of totally guilt trips him into taking Laurent to the nest. obviously, for some reason, Daryl is the only dude in the whole of France capable of taking the kid there. *rolls eyes loudly* remember, there's reasons everywhere. the universe keeps working to keep Daryl there, so Carol can find him (and together they will save Laurent - that's my theory!).

and it finally ends with Daryl looking at some Paris landmarks, and giving the most longing look at Lady Liberty. he is homesick!

see y'all next week for ep 5!!! it's gonna get interesting!

35 days left until the premiere of THE BOOK OF CAROL!!!!!

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 9, Part 7

Deanna expresses her feelings while Joey tries to be supportive. Kelly does not try to be supportive.

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Deanna moves inside forlornly, hardly looking where she’s going. She feels sadness and anger swirling inside her.

Joey: Come here sis

Deanna: Joey?

Joey: Pa thought I should stay. He’s gone to buy cheese

Deanna goes and throws her arms around her big brother, hugging him close. Thank the watcher for her family. The tears in her eyes flow freely now and she couldn't say how long she stood there sobbing into Joey's jacket. Eventually she manages to slow down the sobs to speak.

Deanna: I just got dumped *sadly* I didn’t see it coming

Joey: Come and sit, we can talk

Deanna: No. I need to block that… I need to block my ex. She’s left, she doesn’t get the luxury of seeing my life anymore

Joey: I mean… straight to block? I thought you loved her

Deanna: I do! I mean I did *sighs* it’s complicated Joey

Joey: Thank the watcher I don’t get romantic feelings

Deanna: I’m sorry, if that's you trying to be helpful I'd rather face it alone

Joey: I just wonder, if you loved her, why aren’t you fighting for her

Deanna: She thinks I loved what she was more than who she was

Joey: What does that mean

Deanna: Nevermind. She was wrong

After Kelly has stayed on the second floor patio long enough to see Paris fade into the distance he goes to join his siblings in waiting for dinner.

Kelly: Woah you look terrible

Deanna: Shut up goblin, I’m not in the mood

Kelly: I thought saying you’ve looked better was a compliment for all those other times you didn’t look like this

Deanna: It isn’t and you know that

Kelly: Hey Joey, are you coming to my birthday party tomorrow

Joey: Am I invited

Kelly: You’re my brother, of course you’re invited. I’m evil but family get a special pass

Deanna: You literally insult me daily

Kelly: Do I? Or do I prepare you for the harshness of the world

Deanna: Look, I just got dumped, I’m not in the mood for your mind games

Kelly: Good riddance. She was clearly a peasant

Deanna: Look, you may be too young to understand-

Kelly: I’m 13 tomorrow

Deanna: Whatever. Point is if you love someone it’s hard to lose them

Kelly: But… she… was… a PEASANT. Sooner you accept that the happier you’ll be

Joey: That kind of made sense

Deanna: *scoffs* Don’t encourage him Joey

The oven needed a quick scrub but Aaron manages to cook some excellent level Mac and Cheese.

Kelly: YES! De you should get dumped more so we get greasy food

Deanna: *sighs* Pass me a plate then troll

Joey: Home is where the good pasta is. Grazie pa

Aaron: You’re welcome

Deanna: Grazie pa *sadly moves food about*

Aaron: You’re welcome *long silence* Kelly?

Kelly: Si pa?

Aaron: Do you have something to say

Kelly: Si... Wombats poop squares

Aaron: Do they now

Kelly: Si

*phone noise*

Aaron: Joey, it’s still no phones at the table

Joey: But I’m running some tests on my mini game. It’s like blicblock, but forget everything you know about blicblock

Aaron: Do you think the main game will be ready for release soon

Joey: I hope so but I’m trying to grind at work so I’ve only got pockets of time. Plus Alfred and Rilian like to show me their toys. I want it polished before I release it, start strong

Before everyone is finished eating Calista gets home from her shift.

Calista: I do love mac and cheese

Deanna: Mama… Paris left

Calista: I’m so sorry cara (Aaron has already text her a heads up of the situation so she’s not caught off guard)

Deanna: And she accused me of not loving her. Can you believe that?

Calista: So she said “it’s not me it’s you”

Deanna: Not exactly. She kept going on about wanting to find herself and needing to go out into the world. I offered to keep in touch but… she didn’t want that. She didn’t want me

Kelly: She was a peasant *leaves table without being excused* I vote for the watcher to delete her

Deanna: *sadly* What am I meant to do now

Joey: Whatever you feel like. Have a day of mourning if you want. Eat ice cream and drink nectar and watch films until you cry. Then tomorrow, after a good night’s sleep, you dust yourself off and carry on. You understand robotics De, don’t let this mess up your study because I think you could be a pioneer one day

Deanna: You really think that?

Joey: Of course I do. And you have to listen to me, because I’m a genius

Deanna tucks into the last of her food with the most energy she’s had all meal while Calista mouths grazie to Joey.

When the table is free Kelly grabs out his trusty diary. There’s the normal entry start, who’s on his hitlist today and why. Then comes a more thoughtful paragraph wondering about teen life. Will it be what he expects? Will he be what he expects? Will people treat him differently? Can he still keep the evil mantle with more personality? At least Mantis is immortal and can never leave.

Deanna is lounging in her cottage with the comedy channel on but she's paying it no attention. She's scrolling through photos on her phone when a familiar sim bursts through her door.

Devin: De! Joey told me what happened! Come here

The two kiss on the cheek and hug. Even though Devin has already heard the story she lets Deanna tell it again to get it off her chest.

Devin: Oh my! Clearly we need to make some changes

Deanna: What do you mean

Devin: *gently* Cara you are not going to heal with photos of the two of you in your face

Deanna: But *sniffles* she’s in most of my friend photos

Devin: Come to your room, I’ll work my style magic on your walls

Devin: There. Now she’s not in your room. The friend photos with her are not where you’ll be trying to sleep

Deanna: Thanks Devin

Devin: Of course. Now sleep, tomorrow after classes we’re going shopping

Deanna: But I hate shopping

Devin: I know but I used my status as favourite to convince the watcher she needs to change your skintone to fit the rest of us, may as well get a style over. Nothing says I’m newly single like changing your hair

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[empiredesimparte]

Mgr Zeller: Your Majesty, it is an honour Napoléon V: The honour is mine

Napoléon V: Thank you for coming so quickly. The place of the Pope, my godfather, is central to my coronation in Paris. My advisers have informed me of conditions…

Mgr Zeller: Indeed, His Holiness wishes that his godson find a wife. It's traditional in the imperial ceremony that the Emperor is no longer free. Otherwise, the ceremony must take place in the Vatican

Mgr Morlot: In view of recent events, Your Majesty, it seems delicate that you are single while your sister has a partner

Napoléon V: Is His Holiness not prepared to negotiate all this?

Mgr Zeller: Your Majesty, of course, I will attempt a discussion with His Holiness if you wish. But it's rare for such ceremonies to obtain papal concessions

Napoléon V (pained): I see… Mgr Morlot: Come on, Your Majesty, you are quite old enough to marry a virtuous young woman. Why does that repel you?

Mgr Zeller: His Excellency Morlot is right, don't you have a young girl who makes your heart beat, Your Majesty?

Napoléon V (embarrassed): I have… I have a sweetheart, yes. But we don't want to rush things, you see

Mgr Zeller: Wonderful! Marriage is the most beautiful of the sacraments, Sire! Why not say yes to married love and embody the love of God?

Mgr Morlot: I'll speak to Mademoiselle Charlotte de Rochechouart. She is perfectly suited to this role. And you have known her since you were a child. I consent to this union if it should be concluded, Sire!

Napoléon V: Excellencies, your words and your enthusiasm embalm my heart. I thank you. I can certainly envisage an engagement, although my beloved also imposes conditions on me

Mgr Zeller (laughing): A woman of spirit! I'm sure that she will be able to understand the situation, Your Majesty. Enjoy your youth and this beautiful love!

Napoléon V: Of course, Your Excellency. Please stay here while I talk to Mademoiselle de Rochechouart and my family. That way you can present the Pope with new avenues for discussion

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Compiègne, 16 Floréal An 230

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⚜ Traduction française

Mgr Zeller : Votre Majesté, c'est un honneur Napoléon V : Tout l'honneur est pour moi, relevez-vous

Napoléon V : Merci d'être venu aussi rapidement. La place du pape, mon parrain, est centrale pour mon couronnement à Paris. Or, mes conseillers m'ont fait part de conditions...

Mgr Zeller : En effet, Sa Sainteté souhaite que son filleul trouve épouse. Il est traditionnel dans la cérémonie impériale que l'Empereur ne soit plus libre. Autrement, la cérémonie doit avoir lieu au Vatican

Mgr Morlot : Au-vu des derniers événements, Votre Majesté, il apparaît délicat que vous soyez célibataire alors que votre soeur a un partenaire

Napoléon V : Sa Sainteté n'est-elle pas prête à négocier tout ceci ? Je pense que les Français se soucient peu de mon célibat pour le couronnement. La présence de mon parrain serait très bénéfique pour la Francesim et moi-même

Mgr Zeller : Votre Majesté, bien sûr, je tenterai si vous le souhaitez une discussion avec Sa Sainteté. Mais il est rare pour de telles cérémonies d'obtenir des concessions papales

Napoléon V (peiné) : Je vois... Mgr Morlot : Allons Votre Majesté, vous êtes tout à fait en âge d'épouser une jeune femme vertueuse. En quoi cela vous repousse-t-il ?

Mgr Zeller : Son Excellence dit vrai, n'avez-vous point une jeune fille qui fait battre votre coeur, Votre Majesté ?

Napoléon V (gêné) : J'ai... J'ai une dulcinée, oui. Mais nous ne souhaitons pas brusquer les choses, voyez-vous.

Mgr Zeller : Merveilleux ! Le mariage est le plus beau des sacrements, Sire ! Pourquoi ne pas dire oui à l'amour conjugal et incarner l'amour de Dieu ?

Mgr Morlot : Je parlerai à Mademoiselle Charlotte de Rochechouart. Elle est tout à fait désignée pour ce rôle qui plus est. Et vous la connaissez depuis votre plus tendre enfance. Je consens à cette union si elle devait être conclue, Sire !

Napoléon V : Excellences, vos mots et votre enthousiasme embaument mon coeur. Je vous remercie. Je peux envisager certainement des fiançailles, bien que mon aimée m'impose elle aussi des conditions

Mgr Zeller (rigole) : Une femme d'esprit ! Je suis persuadée que devant la situation, elle saura être compréhensive Votre Majesté. Profitez de votre jeunesse et de ce bel amour !

Napoléon V : Bien sûr, Votre Excellence. S'il vous plaît, séjournez ici le temps que je m'entretienne avec Mademoiselle de Rochechouart et ma famille. Ainsi, vous pourrez présenter au pape de nouvelles pistes de discussions

[theirloveisgross]

I meant to do this the other day in the server but nobody cares there anymore (not that you have to care here but at least I can have it in one post and whatever it's fun).

Let's see how many of these I remember when they're from... I'll only be looking at my calendar with the tour schedule, for city names, nothing else. Maybe then I'll cross check the ones that I can. The tanktops will be hard. Okay...

1. Erm... I wanna say Columbus, OH. I know he didn't wear too many white ones, and maybe this was the only one with that specific cut, or there was another time, but that show he definitely wore this kind of top.

2. Fuck. Hajshjas. I remember it but I don't. There were so many shows, help. Mmm... Tampa, FL? That doesn't feel right. Dammit.

3. I think Kaunas, Lithuania? With the big ass 7 on his back. Yeah. I get some of those countries mixed up because I couldn't watch some of the European shows and so if I don't watch the shows the outfits don't stick as much for some reason. Anyway.

4. Lisboa, Portugal, baby!

5. Fuck. Black tank-top and crinkly sweatpants. Not easy. Could be Cuyahoga Falls, OH but I think his hair was longer then. The coloring doesn't help. I don't know. :c

6. Gosh, he's beautiful. Mmm... I wanted to say Philly but I think it's one of the European shows, because that doesn't look like the Prada top. I think it's the one that had the little squares, I forgot the brand. And the show. Dammit.

7. St. Louis, MO! Such a beautiful top... Ugh.

8. *groans* Not another one! Dammit, I remember the brown sweatpants... This was Europe, but wheeeere. A German show? D:

9. Dammit. Could be Columbus, OH again, for all I know.

10. Aaaah, wait wait. The Lacoste pants, right? Erm...... Ugh, can't place it. I've gotten really bad at this. :(

11. Philadelphia, PA, of course. Always in our hearts.

12. Uncasville, CT, yes yes. The start of everything!

13. Birmingham, UK.

14. Kansas City, MO.

15. Paris, France. Right?

Whew! 80+ shows is a lot. Too many similar fits... It's hard. The graphic tees and polos were easy enough back in ltwt and still here. Anyway... Maybe I'll go try and cross-check some of these, especially the tank-tops but...

[wttt-dirus-work]

Who's your most favourite state/province/territory and can I have a picture please? 🌅

I am so fucking sorry for how long it took me sun anon!

So, my favourite state/province/territory....

hm

I'll start with province i think.

So, i'm biased, but my favourite province is Québec without hesitation; I'm Québécoise, and my culture is a part of my identity. I'm currently in University to be a french teacher, and, well, i absolutely love my language despite how complicated it is (Also, from a bilingual, english doesnt make more sense). I love poutine, our slang, the variation of it everywhere, hate our politicians currently in power (health care could be more effective if rthey took the time to listen to the workers) and it's currently hell to find a house, but it's my home. Students have great advantages with the cost of uni compared to Ontario (my first trimester cost me around 2k CAD with the books, while in Ottawa it's 3k CAD for a ontarian and 5k CAD for a québécois). I love the people, even if they keep complaining about everything because thats how we are lmao.

So yeah, Québec is my favourite province (I'd love to go in New Brunswick and Alberta for the Stampede tho 👀)

For the territory, it'd say Yukon i think.

Again, i'm biased cause my cousin lives there and is a Federal cop, but honestly the rockies are a dream came to life for me. Mountains, higher than i have ever seen. Yeah, and it's cold during winter and they have amazing hunt territory and yeah, i want to go there.

Now, the state...

I went to DC, PA and MA. Loves boston, but Washington DC was my absolute favourite for how the city is formed, and all the Historical monuments... I loved it. I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Now, states i want to visit, i'd say Maine (probably next year), Louisiana (wanna meet my Cajun cousins) and the west coast. The redwoods, the rockies, San Francisco seem so chill from what my urban geography told us last year...

And of course i'd love to visit Alaska too, yk. Meet with people who doest care when it's cold.

(I'd say Hawaii too, but i really don't wanna contribute to the problem with the tourist destroying life for the locals :/)

Now, uh for the pic, idk what you wanted, so imma add some of my travels i guess

The Fenway park in Boston, thats the green monster.

And paris

Also little bonus

[moonlit-ocs]

Leila Wayne-al Ghūl

Layla - Derek and the Dominos

um…duh? really though, i find that this song plays through her love interests’ heads. whether its wally or roy or some other redhead

Who Is She ? - I Monster

ooooh she wears so many masks. the mysterious assassin and vigilante of gotham are her main ones, which i feel leads the song so well. but there is this drop in the song at “somewhere across the sea of time” where i like to imagine her entire life pass by and all those different masks. from her as a child training with the league, to an assassin, her as batgirl, demonspawn, a student, the ghoul rebrand, a billionaire’s daughter, party girl, the wayne enterprises exec, galas, the ceo as her hair greys and when the song ends on “immortal she, return to me” i see her as old, wearing green robes with her family sword and leading the league of shadows after a lifetime of fighting them

Safari - The Breeders

this specifically i relate to arkham knight jason todd and their sibling bond, her mourning him while he’s planning on destroying her city and getting back at bruce. but he still longs to see her again and misses her and he’s ashamed of himself. he wonders if he could follow through once he sees his sister again. if she would even accept him—love him—knowing what he planned to do.

Lights Out - Mindless Self Indulgence

disclaimer: yes he very much is a POS we do not support him. anyways i think this captures leila’s more brutal side, and leila is not a batbrat! she tries to follow bruce’s rules, but she was still raised by assassins for some time and still agrees with their ways to a degree. but she builds a reputation as a vigilante, and foes fear her greatly because she carries deadlier weapons and causes more damage and pain. she just calculates much more carefully. bruce doesn’t like that she thinks she can be the judge and jury, but she refrains from being the executioner for his comfort.

Pa Pa Power - Dead Man’s Bones

this is such a gotham ass song it almost doesn’t belong here but i relate leila with gotham so heavily compared to my other OCs. only time she’s not a gothamite is in the YJ timeline but other than that shes a gotham girly. i like thinking of arkham knight!leila and the gotham evac here, so a bit of jason and also bruce and dick and tim and barbara but imagine the streets burning from below where riots prevail and shes stuck on saving the city and her family from certain doom. NOW IMAGINE THE DLC WITH RA’S AND NYSSA AND IT BEING HER CHOICE look it up that game is a masterpiece.

Me and the Devil - Soap&Skin

leila has a lot of ethical dilemmas. of course she returns to the league several times. she’s the oldest grandchild, if not the only child in some storylines. and ra’s sees her potential despite his reluctance to let a woman take over. he wants her on his side. he’s ashamed that she’s turned her back on them and taken up with the scum of gotham, but when she returns to the league she is treated like royalty and it feels so wrong to her. being beside ra’s is painful for her, but sometimes she needs to prove to herself that she made the right decision protecting gotham and in some cases, the world. building a reputation with the assassins does help her in the long run.

Cities In Dust - Siouxsie and the Banshees

gotham vs shadows thats all i will say

She’s Lost Control - Joy Division

leila has a weakness that comes from her brush with death—the lasting effects of the lazarus pit. i think this song captures the feeling of her mind slipping when she starts to experience her episodes. confused, manic, unpredictable. shes lost control (again)

I’m Just a Shadow - SHEL

well…leila is a shadow. shes no savior. she can’t change what she was raised to be and she wrestles with redemption and the fact that she’s destined to lead the league of shadows. she doesn’t want to lose her way and leave the batfamily, but every road leads back to the assassins.

as good a reason - Paris Paloma

i imagine leila meeting the “woman with red lips” being talia/biological mother warning her against ra’s and her struggle for power and obedience, then leila meeting the “young girl with bright eyes” being stephanie brown warning her against either cluemaster or bruce wayne and to push back, using her own experience against ra’s, bruce, and many rogues to help steph

[leila]

[alittlefrenchtree]

Thankyou for your comment about that Chick a fil fan person. They don't seem to have any insight at all, to "deliberately touch him" and ask if he gets attacked? It's creepy. They're old enough to know better. But I think he wants to be seen, he could afford to get someone to pick up take away for him. It's like that cafe in Paris, from the servers account he kept talking until she asked him if he was TC and got a photo with him. So I don't know, it seems to have a purpose.

Hey Nonny! Thank you for your message.

I get where you're coming from but I feel like, even if we agree, there's more to say around your thoughts for them not to be taken in the wrong way.

I don't now how old this/these fan(s) are but even if they're not that young, they're young enough to have grew up with different codes and more importantly they're not old enough to understand every way how they grew up has an impact on their behavior. They don't understand that getting "deliberately touched" is something Tim (and every famous person in his position) must have experienced a thousand times already. That he sees right through them even if they try to act chill about it. They don't understand that they're sharing pieces of lives that don't belong to them, lives of people who have have huge needs to keep these very few pieces of their life for them because they're public people.

But how could they? They're sharing every detail of their lives online almost since the day they were born and they grew up seeing everybody around them doing the same thing, from their mom sharing pics of their food on Facebook to their high school friend who did a "what I eat in a week" video every month on youtube and became a micro-influencer doing so to their favorite singer vlogging through their promo. They grew up in a time where everybody is a famous person in the making and every famous person is a friend you can talk to with the phone in your pocket. Of course they see nothing wrong by telling everybody what Timmy's order is or when and how he was there.

That's why I'm more about opening up a conversation than saying they're disrespectful or should know better, even if I'm not sure any of them is on tumblr but maybe somehow the topic will end up on instagram or tiktok or whatever.

About Timmy. I haven't done this in a while but let's talk. And first let's remember two things about him: a) 99% of people who met him have perceived him as a nice person, b) he has anxiety about what people will think of him every time he knows the interaction he's having at the moment has a chance to be a worldwide news in the following 24hrs. So him chatting with random people he's ordering food from could very much be a) him being nice because he's nice or b) him being nice because he doesn't want the world to think he's an ass (which could also be being nice in some people's book but you know, i love nuances) or a mix of the two at the same time. And not necessarily be about him wanting to be seen.

On that same thought and the whole he can go unnoticed when he wants to/he could have someone do it for him. To start with the latest, of course he could but why would he? If he's hungry and he's driving past a drive-in (lol) why wouldn't he do it himself? To not interact with 3 people who might recognize him and be happy to see him? What a way to become completely disconnected from the real world and end up like these not so enviable rich people who are unable to survive a day without the help of two PAs.

I do also think "he can go unnoticed if he wants to" doesn't mean the same thing in 2023 that it did in 2018. I do believe that he didn't only buy a 12 millions dollars house because he could make Apple pay for it but because it's an easy way for him to be safe when he's home. Which might not have been possible in a regular house or building. I do believe that going unnoticed for him now mostly mean either staying home or only go to private places (like someone else's house) or some of these exclusive places where you only fine rich people and have every chance to make you become an ass. And even if you can live with that, I bet sometimes he just wants to take a bite on a good old fast food and live the same life as us peasants. Does it qualify as "he wants to be seen"? Not sure. For me it's more like a "he wants that thing and he doesn't care if he's seen in the process."

Sorry, that's probably way more than anything you were asking for. I hope you don't mind me sharing some (long) ideas around your own thoughts but since you stopped by my inbox, I guess you don't 😅😘

[its-elvie-innit]

This is me drilling you how many sentences can you say in French

Alors, je peux comprende un peu, je suis mieux lire, mais ma prononciation, c'est MAL. J'etudie la langue du français pour quatre ans dans l'ecole, mais j'etais dans les course (I forgot how to spell class) pendant (that's during?? I think) 2020 et la pandemic(100% spelled that wrong) et oublie plus l'infinitifs.

Je voyagais a la Paris en l'éte. Ma mere et moi allais (this is something I'm REALLY bad at. The conjugations, especially past tense aller and avoir mess me up and its frustrated me to the point of tears b4) a la pâtisserie (i did look up pastry shop because i know the word and somehow i forgot it. This paragraph is making me so upset fr) et quand je parlais, (im saying this part in english because my brain hurts) when i spoke to the lady at the counter i had the worst accent id ever done in my life. I literally think back on it and want to cry because it was so bad. I was ordering macarons and the way she looked at me???? Literal tears rn thinking about it im so sorry french people for butchering ur language.

On a -Ma famille et moi- une étudiante française ici pour deux semaines. Elle était TRES cool, et nous avons tres amusant. Elle me manque. Ma mere veut me être un au pêre. Je comprende negatifs, je sais savoir vs cônnaitre, je sais pas bien devoir parce que c'est....hard :(

I think the hardest part about this is finding things to say? Idk, but like. I'm trying here. Conjugations hurt my head so much . J'ai maladies or whatever. I can say I need help. J'ai besoin d'aide. I can sing you my little song that I made to help me memorize sickness. I sang multiple French songs at competition and was one of two in my class to receive one of the gift prizes for that competition. We had a really small year 4 class that I was in, combined with the French 3's. I've been to a French speaking thingy that was actually barely a few days before the actual pandemic started. My favorite dressmaker is sylvie façon and I have tried to watch her interviews in french (mal a la tête core) we sang a French song in choir because my entire friend group was in choir and ALL of us except one were in french. let me write out my verbe lists or quelque chose. I know puis. Et dependant. Et a cause de.

[sweetmusingss]

Charles opened up the door as soon as he heard your knock, dressed a little less casually than he normally would have been in a hotel. He knew he was going to see you though so of course he put effort into what he was wearing. “Bonjour, mon amour,” he said softly, leaning forward and pecking your lips gently before opening the door wider for you. He smiled as you walked inside and he shut the door behind you. “Personne ne devrait être aussi belle après être descendu d’un avion,” he spoke, watching you closely and following you into his hotel room. He checked you out, grateful that you were actually here now in front of him and he had you all to himself for once.

I smile against his lips as he pecks them, immediately feeling more at ease now that I was here and he was looking at me like that. I look him up and down, frowning a bit when I see he was in jeans. “Personne ne devrait être aussi beau en se prélassant dans une chambre d'hôtel... pourquoi n'êtes-vous pas en sweat? Je pensais qu'on allait faire une sieste?” I pout up at him wondering if maybe he had somewhere to go or somewhere else to be. Leave it to Charles Leclerc to be lounging in jeans and a button down shirt - looking good was paramount to this man. Another area where Oscar and Charles couldn’t be more different; one was high maintenance and one was extremely low maintenance. “Tu vas me faire faire une sieste toute seule dans ce grand lit confortable ?”

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I laugh softly before nodding at you, resting my head on your shoulder and squeezing your hand gently. “I love you too, Max. And I don’t want you to ever forget it. I want you to always be honest with me too. If there’s ever a point where you are not feeling it anymore, I want you to tell me. And I want you to know that you are always my #1 and that’s never going to change. You’re the man I plan on spending the rest of my life with,” I say, kissing you sweetly. “Maybe we talk to Lando tomorrow before the music video shoot? And I can imagine we could have a repeat tomorrow since you two will probably both be worked up seeing me at work,” I laugh softly.

“Oh, we’re already scheduling our threesomes with Lando now? Good to know. I like to be prepared.” Max chuckles, leaning down and kissing the top of your head. “I’m sure you two acting like a couple in the music video will make him quite horny since he’s probably even more in love with you now than he was before. But that sounds good to me, engel. One last threesome before we head off to Paris, no better send off to the race season.” Max laughs, looking down at his already more than half packed bag. “You know I told you you don’t always need to pack for me... I am more than capable of packing myself. It might not be as strategic and organized as your version, but I can do it. You saw me pack before our flight a few weeks ago!” Max smirked at the memory - you two had been running late to get to the airport to get on his jet, you staring at him and looking so stressed as he haphazardly threw clothes into his suitcase, not folding anything, and then forcing it closed and zipping it up and he ended up forgetting majority of the things he needed. 

[tamaharu]

in the spirit of tossing out unfinished wips - a bit about edgeworth after the end of 1-5 i liked but never did anything with. bout 450wds or so:

The day after Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth dies, he boards a one-way flight to Anywhere, Europe. To be more specific, Corbeil-Essonnes, a commune in Paris. He rents out a house at an admittedly higher price than he'd prefer, but he has money to burn, and he's never wanted to burn it up more.

His first thought was to go to Germany, to Franziska, but he doesn't want to stay there or with her, and he believes she'd want it even less. The last time they talked properly was, oh, after the Steel Samurai case. Lambasting his failures, as usual. She hadn't spoken to him since, and his last communication was a lengthy email that had been sitting in his drafts for quite a while about her father. He'd written a lot of very difficult things lately, and he had managed to send it just as he laid the note upon his desk for the cleaners to find.

So, France. He speaks passable French, understands less, but hopefully with a couple of refresher courses, his German, and - despite him thinking that no-one in another country should be required to understand English at risk of being torn apart by insensitive tourists - his English, Miles should manage.

France. As he stands in his temporary house for the first time, the elderly landlady switching between French and strongly accented English as she goes over the amenities one last time, his mind finally catches up with him.

He's been letting his logic take a backseat for once, allowing the emotion of it all to overtake him, sweep him away. A first. (No, wait, again with the Steel Samurai...)

He looks around the rented house where, even if it's a little cheaply built as all rentals are, the French architectural style is nothing like home. His landlady knows nothing of him, nothing of prosecution, she just knows he can pay.

There's a bustle of people out there on the street. Paris, France. All with their own thoughts and feelings and lives and languages, unconcerned about some finely-dressed man walking alongside them. Not all of them are a crime or a criminal waiting to happen, no nails to his hammer. That's impossible. Everyone's guilty and everyone's innocent, which means that nobody is.

It doesn't matter. It's not his jurisdiction anymore. He's no prosecutor here. He's simply Miles Edgeworth. And that means that it's okay, in the middle of his landlady's speech about how to kick the faucet to make it work when it acts up, for Miles to burst into tears.

"Eh?" She says, bemused. "Le robinet n'est pas si mal que."

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 9, Part 4

Time for a York family brunch!

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Paris has been watching some kids TV in the apartment she shares with Deanna but, eventually getting bored, starts playing with an infant toy she found in Kelly’s toybox. Perks of being a childish sim.

Deanna: I’m done!

Paris: You are?

Deanna: Well 3 out of 4 lots of homework but I’m to tired to do more

Paris: You can always do it tomorrow

Deanna: And how about you? Can I do you tonight?

Paris: *coyly* If you want

Deanna: I do want

Aaron: Think we can woohoo without a kid barging in saying Kelly made them cry

Calista: I think the kids he hangs out with are tougher than that

After the pair are satisfied Calista cuddles up beside Aaron as he plays with her hair.

Calista: Por favore, can you be in good Nonno mode for brunch

Aaron: What do you mean

Calista: No telling Rilian he’s coddled or Alfred that he's the better twin. They’re speaking now, they can catch on

Aaron: *sighs* Rilian cries at the drop of a hat

Calista pinches Aaron.

Aaron: Fine, fine! I’ll try keep my annoyance to a minimum

At long last the whole house slumbers.

Devin: Buongiorno pa

Aaron: Cara, you’re here

Devin: Forget fashionable late I’d far rather be fashionably early

Deanna: Shh! They’re sleeping

Devin: Why is the lounge full of sleeping kids at almost 11am

Aaron: I think Kelly kept them up late with his spooky stories. We should probably get them up before brunch starts though

Devin: Yep. I don’t need any kid stealing all of ma’s omelettes

The family arrive for brunch and while Calista gets the last of Kelly’s guests on their way Aaron puts the toddlers in the high chairs.

Aaron: Here we have some omelettes cooked by your nonna, just for you

Alfred: For me

Devin: Si. Make sure you eat it before it gets cold

Alfred: No eat. Talk mama

Devin: Rilian, will you please eat

Rilian: It poison?

Calista: I don’t know what your cheeky Zio Kelly told you, but I would never give you poison. I promise, I made this with love and it tastes very good

Devin takes time to encourage Rilian to eat, he’s a picky eater, but eventually he starts to nibble on the omelette. His little face lights up and he begins to tuck in happily. Of course nonno Aaron is oblivious to this show of superior twin power as he’s over with the second generation of Yorks to eat.

Luna: How is the nectar garden going

Calista: We’re still waiting for the fruit to grow but-

Rilian: I DONE

Luna: *tuts* Rilian it is not good to interrupt. I am happy you finished your meal though

Alfred: This good nonna

Devin: What do we say

Alfred: Tank? Tank nonna

Calista: *smiles* at least he’s trying

Luna: We figure we’ll teach them grazie and danke after they know what thank you actually means

Aaron: How are you today Rilian? *looks at Calista deliberately*

Rilian: *smiles* I good good nonno. I eat up

Aaron: Oh? Molto bene

Rilian: *looks puzzled*

Devin: It’s Italian caro, you’ll learn in time

Rilian: Oh. Nonna can I out

Calista: Since you have finished eating sure

Joey: I see you also ate yours Alfred

Alfred: Yes Zio Joey *blows kiss*

Joey: aww, thanks piccolo

Freed from his chair Rilian toddles around and toddles right into Kelly.

Rilian: Zio Ke, Zio Ke! I eat up

Kelly: Did you now? How do you know it wasn’t poison

Rilian: *thinks* it taste good, mo bean (molto bene)

Kelly: That’s good news. You’ll have enough energy to survive then

Rilian: Huh

Kelly: See I was bitten last night and now I’m a MONSTER

Rilian: *jumps out of skin*

Rilian: *wailing*

Kelly: Shut up you’re fine

Rilian: *cries loudly* NONNO ZIO KE MEAN

Aaron: *sighs* Coming Rilian

Rilian: *sniffles and smiles at Kelly*

Kelly: Oh you little poop you're totally acting

Aaron: What’s going on over here then

Alfred: Up nonna up

Calista: Here I come. Uh oh, sounds like Rilian might be having some trouble

Alfred: I help, I snuggle

Calista: *hugging tightly* That’s right, you’re a snuggle bug aren’t you piccolo. All right, down we go

Alfred: I free, I free

…

Aaron: Kelly what did you do?

Kelly: He’s fine, he just smiled at me!

Rilian: *sniffles* Nonno Zio Ke scare *pouts*

Aaron: *sighs* You decided it was a good idea to scare a three year old?

Kelly: I said I was a monster and he overreacted

Aaron: Kelly he’s a toddler, of course monsters are scary

Rilian: *sniffles* Nonno I sad

Aaron: Don’t worry Rilian, we can find something fun. As for you Kelly, time out

Kelly: *sighs* nobody has a sense of humour in this family

Defeated he goes and sits. Alfred comes over and tries talking to him but like normal Kelly prefers to ignore his nephews. Meanwhile Aaron scoops Rilian up and plays with him until he’s calmed down properly.

So what do we reackon folks? I'm still not 100% certain what happened with Kelly and Rilian. Reminder to read the whole option before clicking (it's me, I only read half the sentence then realise I was too eager to click)

Previous ... Next

[empiredesimparte]

Charlotte: Laura and Joachim must have started your jog in the forest Napoléon V: It doesn't matter. I'll catch up with them Charlotte: You are very presumptuous Sire

Napoléon V: It's the fable of the hare and the tortoise. Besides, Joachim seemed interested in Laura Charlotte: Really? Napoléon V: He told me so, one evening. I'm not sure where they stand with each other Charlotte: I would never have suspected it

Napoléon V: You're not wearing a ring today? Charlotte: No Napoléon V: I'll give you one then

Charlotte: Oh Louis, thank you Napoléon V: Do you have a favourite gem? Charlotte: Emerald

Napoléon V: I'll order it later Charlotte: I'm blessed

Charlotte: I hope your family likes me Napoléon V: Of course they like you. We have known each other all our lives. My parents would not have allowed me to be with you if you or your family were in trouble

Charlotte: That puts my mind at rest Napoléon V: And your parents? What do they think of me? Charlotte: They are delighted. Thank you for trusting my father, for the Council of State Napoléon V: You're welcome, my flame. He is a loyal, thoughtful man, and an ex-military man, he has all my admiration

Charlotte: Louis… After your coronation, we won't have time for each other, not like now Napoléon V: That's true…

Charlotte: Promise me to devote to me the little free time you will have Napoléon V: I promise, of course. How could it be otherwise?

Charlotte: I suspect that you will want to sail away from Paris to pass the Naval School, if you are not busy with your duties in the capital Napoléon V: I will find a way for you to sail with me Charlotte: I don't believe you for a second, you have to take your diplomas seriously

Napoléon V: I'm serious. And you are the one who wants to wait until I graduate to make our relationship official Charlotte: Every woman of my rank has this expectation, Louis Napoléon V: I understand. Being Emperor is not enough, it seems

Charlotte: You can thank me later, darling Napoléon V: I'll remember that

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Park of Compiègne, 7 Floréal An 230

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⚜ Traduction française

Charlotte : Laura et Joachim doivent avoir commencé votre jogging en forêt Napoléon V : Ce n'est pas grave. Je les rattraperai Charlotte : Vous êtes bien présomptueux Sire

Napoléon V : C'est la fable du lièvre et de la tortue. Et puis, Joachim avait l'air intéressé par Laura Charlotte : Vraiment ? Napoléon V : Il me l'a dit, un soir. Je ne sais pas trop où ils en sont tout les deux Charlotte : Je ne l'aurais jamais soupçonné

Napoléon V : Tu ne portes pas de bague aujourd'hui ? Charlotte : Non, je m'adapte au protocole impérial Napoléon V : Je vais t'en offrir une alors

Charlotte : Oh Louis, merci Napoléon V : As-tu une pierre précieuse préférée ? Charlotte : L'émeraude

Napoléon V : Je passerai commande tout à l'heure Charlotte : Je suis choyée

Charlotte : J'espère que ta famille m'apprécie Napoléon V : Bien sûr qu'ils t'apprécient. Nous nous connaissons depuis toujours. Mes parents n'auraient pas permis que je te fréquente si toi ou ta famille étiez problématique

Charlotte : Me voilà rassurée Napoléon V : Et tes parents ? Que pensent-ils de moi ? Charlotte : Ils sont ravis. Merci d'avoir fait confiance à mon père, pour le Conseil d'Eta Napoléon V : De rien, mon amour. C'est un homme loyal, réfléchi, et un ancien militaire, il a toute mon admiration

Charlotte : Louis... Après ton couronnement, nous n'aurons plus de temps pour nous, pas comme maintenant Napoléon V : C'est vrai...

Charlotte : Promets-moi de me consacrer le peu de temps libre que tu auras Napoléon V : Je te le promets, bien sûr. Comment pourrait-il en être autrement ?

Charlotte : Je me doute que tu souhaiteras naviguer loin de Paris pour réussir l'Ecole Navale, si tu n'es pas occupé par tes devoirs à la capitale Napoléon V : Je trouverai un moyen pour que tu embarques avec moi Charlotte : Je ne te crois pas une seule seconde, tu dois passer sérieusement tes diplômes

Napoléon V : Je suis sérieux. Et c'est toi qui souhaites attendre que je sois diplômé pour officialiser notre relation Charlotte : Toute femme de mon rang a cette attente, Louis Napoléon V : Je comprends. Être Empereur ne suffit pas il semblerait

Charlotte : Tu me remercieras plus tard, chéri Napoléon V : Je m'en souviendrai

[kittywaffles97]

Here we go for chapter three, my warning about spelling still stands:

“Oh, monsieur Lupin! Vous voilà, je vais chercher Harry!” = Oh Mr Lupin! There you are, I'll get Harry!

“Les gars! J’y vais!” = Guys! I'm going!

“Attends! Bonjour Remus! Comment ça va?” = Wait! Hiya Remus, how are you?

“Bien, et bonjour à toi aussi jeune homme, pas trop compliquée la journée avec ces deux là?” = Very well, and hello to you too, young man, I hope your day wasn't too hard with these two.

“On est pas si terribles, j’ai rien fait capoter cette fois,” = we aren't that bad, I didn't muck anything up this time.

“Tu parles, avec ta discrétion j’me demande encore comment on arrive à réaliser la moitié de nos projets.” = right, I still wonder how we manage to get half our projetcs done with your distretion.

“Oh ça va, on a réussi cette fois,” = oh come on, we made it this time!

“Réussi quoi exactement?” = made what exactly?

“Madame la directrice,” = Headmistress.

“Monsieur Lupin, je suis ravie de vous voir, comment se porte Sirius? Il est passé en coup de vent ce matin et je n’ai pas eu le temps de le saluer.” = Mr Lupin; I'm happy to see you, how is Sirius? He only passed by this morning so I didn't have to time to see him."

“Il va bien, il doit être en train de travailler sur sa dernière malédiction, vous vouliez lui demander quelque chose?” = He's alright, should be working on his latest curse, why? Did you want to ask him something?

“Rien de grave, ne vous en faites pas, seulement, Amélie aurait besoin d’aide pour la confection d’une barrière pour les nouveaux quartiers de la maréchaussée sur Paris, et elle se heurte à quelques récalcitrants dans son service.” = Nothing bad, don't worry, only, Amelie needs help to build a ward for the new constabulary headquarters and she's been meeting some resistence in her service.

“Ah, je lui en parlerai, elle a besoin de conseils?” = ah I'll tell him about it, does she need advice?

“C’est ça, mais dites moi plutôt, de quoi parliez vous, tous les trois?” = exactly, but tell me rather, what were you three talking about?

“De rien du tout,” = Nothing.

“On a rien fait madame, on disais juste que—” = Nothing at all, ma'am, we were just saying that—

“Que quoi?” = That what?

“Qu’ils avaient réussi à construire leur nouveau prototype de catapulte en Légos,” = that they'd finally finished their lego catapult prototype.

“Je vois, j’ai hâte de voir ça. Les enfants, je vous jure, serez vous tous les deux là vendredi?” = I see, I can't wait to see that. Children, I swear, will you be there on friday?

“Bien sûr, Sirius adore faire le tonton gâteux, quel est le thème cette année?” = of course, Sirius loves to play cool uncle, what's the theme this year.

“Indiana Jones, je ne sais pas comment ils se sont débrouillés, mais votre bande de zouaves a réussi à convaincre le reste que c’était une bonne idée d’apprendre à utiliser un fouet.” = Indiana jones, I don't know how they managed it, but your bunch of sillies convinced the class that learning how to use bullwhips was a good idea.

“Ah, au moins, Harry aura Indra pour jouer le méchant serpent,” = ah, at least Harry will have Indra to play to the evil snake.

“C’est vrai, j’ai beau voir ce serpent tous les jours, je ne suis toujours pas habituée à l’entendre siffler à tout bout de champ.” = True, no matter how I see this snake every day, I still can't get used to hearing it hiss all day long.

“Je crois que le devoir m’appelle.” = I think duty calls.

“Allez-y, je ne vous retiens pas plus,” = Go on then, don't let me keep you.

“Et la même en français, c’est possible?” = and the same thing in french, is it possible?

“Mais laisse-les, t’as qu’à apprendre à parler anglais si tu veux tant comprendre que ça.” = leave them alone, you can learn English if you want to understand so much.

“Merde hein,” = oh fuck off.

“Camille, qu’est-ce qu’on a dit à propos des jurons?” = Camille, what did we agree on about swearing?

“Pas devant les adultes, mais ça va, vous vous êtes cool,” = we said not in front of adults, but you're fine, you're cool.

“Pis tu jures encore plus que nous.” = and you swear more than us.

“Pas une raison pour vous faire prendre,” = not a reason to get caught.

“Je crois, oui, elle rentre presque plus dans ton sac.” = I think so yeah, she barely fits in your backpack anymore.

“Tu comprends?” = you understand them?

“C’est qu’une langue de plus, Harry parle bien fourchelangue.” = I mean, it's just another language, Harry's a parseltongue.

“Génial, maintenant j’ai l’air débile,” = Great, now I look stupid.

“Tu sais littéralement faire du piano et du violon, de quoi tu te plains?” = you can literally play both piano and violin, why are you complining?

“Si tu prenais la peine de t'asseoir pour travailler deux secondes t’y arriverais aussi, t’as juste la flemme,” = if you took two seconds to sit down and learn, you'd do it too, but you're just lazy.

“Mais j’ai essayé—” = but I did try!

“Les enfants, les enfants, on se calme, vos parents sont toujours d’accord pour que vous veniez mercredi soir?” = chidren, children please, calm down, are your parents alright with you stay the night on wednesday?

“Oui, ma mère a déjà commencé à préparer des gâteaux.” = sure, my mum's already started baking.

“Et mon père va essayé de venir pour parler quidditch,” = and my dad's gonna try to get in to talk quidditch with you.

“On se voit demain de toute façon,” = I'll see you guys tomorrow anyway.

“Passez une bonne soirée, tous les deux, je vous verrai peut-être demain.” = have a nice evening, you two, I'll see you tomorrow, perhaps.

Blue Sky translation

So. I wrote a HP fic. Once done, it's going to be a rewrite of canon in seven to eight parts, centred around what the story could have been following a few different points:

Lily warned Remus that Voldy was coming

Remus warned Sirius

They went to Godric's together and stopped Dumby from giving Harry to the Dursleys

They fled to France to raise Harry in the Black Family's secondary residence.

(here's the fic)

This means, tho, that there is going to be French in this fic. So much fucking French. And that because I'm smart and handsome, I did not, in fact, translate the French in the text. This means I need to put the translations somewhere, lest the readers start hunting my ass with pitchforks. So there it is, the French translation by chapters! Enjoy!

We're starting with chapter two (see how I suffer):

“Bienvenue à Paris messieurs!” = Welcome to Paris, gentlemen!

“Nous venons d’Angleterre, pourriez-vous nous indiquer le département de transplannage national le plus proche?” = we come from England, could you please tell us there the closest national apparition deparment is?

"Mais certainement, l’entrée se situe sur la gauche au bout du couloir derrière cette porte, souhaitez vous que je prévienne un collègue en amont pour réduire votre temps d’attente?” = But of course, the entrance is on the left at the end of the corridor behind this door, would you like me to warn my colleague in advance to shorten your waiting time?

“Ce ne sera pas nécessaire, mais je vous remercie, passez une bonne journée.” = That won't be necessary but than you, have a nice day.

“Mais je vous en prie, et une excellent journée à vous, milord,” = You're welcome and likewise, milord.

“Bonjour messieurs, puis-je vous aider?” = Hello gentlemen, can I help you?

“Tout à fait, nous cherchons à prendre un portoloin pour Bordeaux dans les plus brefs délais, nous possédons un laisser-passer du ministère anglais.” = Absolutely, we're looking to take the first portkey available to Bordeaux, we're in possession of a pass from the British Ministry.

“Ma collègue va vous prendre en charge,” = My colleague will take care of this.

“Bonjour, nous souhaitons prendre un portoloin national pour Bordeaux s’il vous plaît, avec la sécurité maximale et une garantie d’anonymat.” = Hello, we'd like to take a national portkey to Bordeaux please, with maximum security and guarentee of anonimity.

“Eh bien, savez vous qu’un tel type de voyage nécessite un certain temps d’attente?” = Well, do you know that this type of travel ticket requires a certain waiting time?

“Bien sûr, nous possédons un laissez-passer du ministère anglais et le budget nécessaire, ne vous en faites pas.” = Of course, however we're in possession of a pas from the British Ministry as well as the necessary budget, don't worry.

“Puis-je vérifier l’authenticité de ce document?” = May I check the authenticity of this document?

“Le voici.” = There it is.

“Ce laissez-passer est destiné à Lord Sirius Orion Black et Remus John Lupin, puis-je voir vos pièces d’identité messieurs?” = This pas is intended for Lord Sirius Orion Black and Remus John Lupin, may I check your identity documents, gentlemen?

“Voici madame, mais vous comprendez que nos visages y soient différents, nous sommes sous le sceau du secret,” = Here ma'am, but you'll understand why our faces are different, we're unde the seal of secrecy.

“Je suis navrée messieurs, mais nous allons devoir vérifier vos signatures magiques, vous comprendrez que nous ne puissions pas vous laisser voyager sans cela,” = I'm sorry, but we will need to check your magical signatures, you'll understadn that we cannot let you travel without this.

“Mais c’est tout naturel, chère madame, vous ne faites que votre travail, où devons nous nous rendre?” = Of course ma'am, you're only doing your job, where should we be headed?

“Il vous faudra rejoindre mon collègue derrière la seconde porte à droite au fond du couloir, vous pourrez régler et voyager dès que votre identité sera confirmée.” = You'll need to join my colleague at the end of this corridor, you can pay for your travel once your identity is confirmed.

“Bonjour, nous sommes ici pour faire vérifier nos signatures magiques afin de prendre un portoloin national pour Bordeaux .” = Hello, we're here to get our magical signatures verified to take a national portkey to Bordeaux.

“Asseyez-vous,” = Sit.

“Ceci est un comparateur, il va analyser votre signature magique quand vous y poserez votre main, et la comparer aux données que nous possédons du ministère anglais, monsieur Black?” = This is a comparator, it will analyze your magical signature when you'll put your hand on it, and will compare it to the British Ministry's date. Mr Black?

“Bien, retirez votre main,” = Good, take off your hand.

“Bien messieurs, je vais vous faire passer dans la chambre de transplanage, un collègue viendra vous donner votre portoloin et votre contrat de paiement dans un moment.” = Very well, gentlemen, I'll let you pass into the apparition chamber, a colleague will come to give your your portkey in a moment.

“Messieurs bonjour, on me dit que vous allez à Bordeaux, est-ce bien ça?” = Hello gentlemen, I was told you're going to Bordeaux, is that it?

“Tout à fait, combien vous doit-on?” = Absolutely, how much is it?

“Pour un Paris-Bordeaux avec sécurité maximale et anonymat, vous partez pour un tarif d’une centaine de gallions par personne, il vous suffira de signer ici,” = For a Paris-Bordeaux with maximum security and anonimity, you're going for a hundred of gallion each, you'll just need to sign here.

“C’est fait! Avec quoi partons-nous?” = Done! What are we leaving with?

“Vous pourrez même la garder, cadeau du ministère.” = You can even keepit, gift from the ministry!

“Un moment, prêts? Bon voyage messieurs!” = One moment, ready? Safe travel, gentlemen!

“Bienvenue à Bordeaux!” = Welcome to Bordeaux.

"Bienvenue à l’Impasse des Sycomores!” = Welcome to Sycamore's End!

Jamais deux sans trois = French idiom, never second without a third.

And I will not, in fact, check whether or not the spelling is okay, because my neck hurts. Enjoy if you can!

[bethisblogging]

Ted Cruz, like trump before him, thinks it’s a good idea to compare Paris with Pittsburgh, probably because they both begin with P. As someone from the Pittsburgh Area, but has spent my whole life in the Western PA Rust Belt, let me tell you....

Pittsburgh has seen first hand the damage that can be done by unchecked manufacturing on the environment. Efforts to first start cleaning up the pollution in the city started in the Nineteeth Century! That’s how bad shit was! According to some sources, by 1946 the city was so dark all the time because of a smokey haze that filled the city, streetlights can be seen turned on in photos taken as early as 10 A.M. Literally my whole life I’ve learned about the air pollution around me, including at a local museum who has a gorgeous mural that they purposely left a chunk of unrestored, so people could see how much gunk built up on the inside of buildings from the low air quality. While my actual house is where the suburbs start to become really rural, we still had a steel mill not many miles away (which I had family work at who lived down the road from me, so ya know, a commutable distance in 1940 America), and on the buildings (especially older brick) you can still see the effects of the smog.

Moving forward in time to the modern day, we still struggle with our air quality, and other environmental issues. Even very recently a local coal plant was literally paying people to get their cars washed because of the lay ash that would blacken everything overnight. People campaigned hard and lost the battle for a fracking processing plant to go in near me. It’s currently under construction, but I worry about what’s going to happen when they’re actually processing the oil. When Trump first said the “Pittsburgh not Paris” line, the whole city pretty much called him out and said that they didn’t vote for him or that kind of politics.

Long story short: Republicans pls stop bringing up Pittsburgh we didn’t vote for you & we actually would like to breathe clean air for once (also maybe do your research before you tweet but we all know that’s not happened )

Some sources:

https://www.post-gazette.com/news/health/2010/12/13/Dangerous-dust/stories/201012130252

https://popularpittsburgh.com/darkhistory/

https://www.post-gazette.com/news/environment/2020/04/21/American-Lung-Association-State-of-the-Air-quality-Pittsburgh-Allegheny-County-pollution/stories/202004200118