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oblolongue · 2 years
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François : Et là, la blague atteint un niveau national puisque ça sort au cinéma.
Le Captaine : "...sans le Visiteur du futur, le Nexus VI n'aurait pas cette tête (ou n'existerait même pas)." François *several expressions crossing his face* : un des commentaires que j'ai vu sur yt par rapport à la bande-annonce du film, qui m'a beaucoup touché, y a des gens qui ont dit :wow on dirait du Nexus VI..." Le Captaine *laughing happily like someone very proud receiving un putain de compliment en fait* François : "...et j'étais en mode bah ouais ouais on espère être à ce niveau-là."
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toxtricitylow · 2 months
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playing around with some historical french fashions on furina (+ neuvi).. I think she should always get big silly hats
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18th+19th century mens fashion is one of my fav fav fav things is ever so this was fun 🫡 love being fashion history neurodivergent
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leverage-ot3 · 1 month
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hamletthedane · 3 months
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I vaguely remembered that I’d woken up last night at 2am and scrambled desperately for my phone to Wikipedia-search something I just HAD to know, then immediately fell back to sleep.
But for the life of me, I could not remember what I had searched. Curious, I opened my phone’s browser to see this:
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You know that feeling: it’s 2am and you really really need to immediately read the biography of Maximilien Robespierre. We’ve all been there.
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myfairynuffstuff · 3 months
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Agnès Tiollier (b.1958) - The Blue Hour II. 2023. Pastel.
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etherealyoungk · 7 months
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comfort and love - hoshi
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pairing: hoshi x fem!reader
warnings: reader has their period, fluff
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when you wake up feeling icky and your stomach lightly paining, you internally groan because you know your period started. you change and go back to sleep, only to wake up a few hours later to your doorbell ringing and you wake up sleepy and dazed. when you open the door to a smiling hoshi. your heart sinks because you forget to tell him you couldn't make it to the date he had planned. and here he was at your doorstep.
"shit, hoshi im sorry", you mumble out as you make way for him to enter. he looks at you confused. "why are you saying sorry baby", he asks and then he realizes you're still in your pyjamas and you look tired. "i got my period so i don't think out date can still happen", you tell softly. his gaze softens with understanding. "that's okay. i can still be here and spend time with you. i'll take care of you", he says with a newfound passion and before you know it, he's guiding you back to the bedroom and making you lie down.
periods are a little bit of uncharted territory for hoshi, but it's nothing a little research can't fix. so after quickly searching for what to do when someone is on their period he's coming to your room but you're curled up in a ball and he's running to your side.
"baby? are you okay?", he asks worried. "i'll make you a hot water bottle wait", he says and he rushes off to the kitchen. a few minutes later he's bringing you the hot water bottle and gently placing it on your stomach. you gladly take it and mumble out a small thank you to hoshi who's sitting on the edge of the bed. "have you eaten?', he says, looking at the time. you shake your head weakly. "not hungry", you tell and he's now even more worried. should he get you some chocolate? icecream? some snacks?. he decides to at least bring you a glass of water for you to sip on.
"you don't have to stay, i can manage", you tell him but he denies, telling you he's gonna take care of you. you try to lie down and rest, but the cramps only get worse. you open your eyes and don't see hoshi in the room. you weakly call out for him and he comes running, skidding across the floor in the process. "what's wrong?", he asks, concern flashing across his face but the tears brimming in your eyes are all the answers he needs. he wastes no time in coming by your side and gently engulfing you in his arms. you lean into his warmth and snuggle into his arms as you rest your head on his chest. he lightly rubs your back in hopes it will somewhat help ease the pain. but the way you were occasionally gripping his shirt told him you were still in pain and he hated in so much. he wished he could take your pain instead.
when you finally fall asleep, he gently tucks you in bed and decides to make a quick run to the convenience store to get you some snacks. you stir awake from your sleep and realize hoshi isn't next to you. you hear noises coming from outside and the smell of something in sweet in the air. you get up and waddle out of the room to the kitchen to find hoshi in front of the stove. "babe?", you call out and he turns around, smiling when he sees you. "you're awake?", he asks and he removes something from the pan and puts it on a plate.
"i made you some french toast, i know you like it so i tried following a recipe", he says in one breath, grinning as he presents the plate to you, guiding you to sit down and take a seat at the dining table. the other half of the table is covered in snacks of all kinds. you look at hoshi. "i thought you might want to snack or eat something sweet? i read up about period cravings but i didn't know what you'd like so i got some of your favorite stuff and things i thought you might like", he explains. you look at him and pout. you could cry right now. '"hoshi", you tell and he thinks maybe he's done something wrong. "what's wrong? did i not bring the right snack? did i forget something?", he asks, a lopsided pout forming on his face. you shake your head.
"you're so sweet, this is all so sweet", you finally tell and the tension disappears from his shoulders. he watches as you eat the french toast he made, happy.
if you told him you were feeling cold, he's drowning you in blankets. hungry? ready to order food or make you something again. thirsty? aksing you if you wanted water or an other drink, the phone in his hand ready to order whatever you wanted. want ice cream? he's ready to buy all the flavors.
but then later when it's afternoon he can tell your mood is a bit off and he's confused. (he's a little clueless about how the mood swings work sjjgg) so when he comes over to cuddle you when you are watching something you move away telling him you don't want to cuddle right now. he's shocked. how could you not want his cuddles? poor boy will be next to you and just be all pouty and glance over at you.
after a while, you feel find yourself scooting closer to hoshi and linking your arm around his as you lean your head on his arm. he's over the moon from this small action and pecks the top of your head, happy.
he'd sit on the counter as you watched him make ramen for you for dinner, even though you said you were feeling a little better now and could do it yourself. he'll order ice cream and watch as you eat, happy to indulge you in whatever you want.
he'll stay over that night, mostly he didn't want to leave you in pain and because you asked him to stay. if the cramps bothered you in the middle of the night, and you woke up in pain, he'd take care of you and do his best to help alleviate the pain. you're grateful he stayed as you slowly fall back asleep in his arms, his presence comforting and warm.
taglist: @idubiluv @icyminghao @kyeomyun @joshuaahong @daisycheols @fallingforshua29
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thebeautifulbook · 10 months
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KING FRANÇOIS I BOOK OF HOURS (1578)
A dazzling masterpiece of the French Renaissance.
This small prayer book is bound in enamelled gold and gemstones. It was purchased in 1538 by King Francis I of France as a gift for his niece. The gems consist of carnelian (two intaglios and eight cameos), rubies (27 polished pieces), turquoise (24 cabochons) and rhodolite (one faceted stone in the book’s clasp that has been described as tourmaline since 1942). Most of the rubies were mined from the Mogok area of Burma (now Myanmar). Based on historical considerations, the turquoise could have originated from Persia or possibly Uzbekistan, and the carnelian from either India or Saxony. The faceted rhodolite from India or Sri Lanka, was most likely added to the clasp between 1842 and 1884. [view large]
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zevarcollan · 10 months
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Being a writer is 10% writing and 90% falling into rabbit holes about architecture and the history of toilets
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oblolongue · 2 years
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L'Innocent, directed by Louis Garrel, 2022
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kitsune-kaos · 3 months
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theorahsart · 4 months
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Incorruptible pt 6
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Meet Maxime's beloved family~
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zandraart · 1 year
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Glad to hear you’re alright! Everything going okay?
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lol hi thank u! i had to get an organ removed because it was making rocks/stones like an oyster and almost killed me lol. still working on feeling better but ill be alright i refuse to perish because my body went full oyster mode
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afloralabortion · 1 year
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Two minutes of Julia Child being absolutely chaotic
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sare11aa11eras · 7 months
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Melisandre and Selyse at the night fires
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mineau · 5 months
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“—sound so pretty, bun. are you close?”
a short whine is all he can muster through the haze of arousal, nodding vigorously even though a tiny part of him knows you can’t see him. you’d ask him to use his words, if you were here. god, he wished you were. pretty hands stroking his weeping cock instead of his too-eager fumbling hands, teasing his slit just right, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure—
your laugh crackles through the speaker when he emits another pained sound, pity leaking out of your voice when you address him. “i thought so. is my bunny gonna cum? gonna cum for me just voice hearing my voice?”
faint mhm’s and yeah’s fall from red bitten lips like a gushing faucet, his hand speeding up around his cock. “gonna—gonna cum, please, can i cum? please, please—”
“naughty,” you simper softly, and the juxtaposition of your sugary sweet voice taunting him makes his head spin. “dirty bunny. what if someone walked in or heard you? watched you cum all over yourself like a bitch in heat?”
his voice cracks, mind splitting between wanting to be good and the pleasure lighting up a fire up and down his spin. “‘s only f’you,” he cries, “promise, i promise, i jus— need to— fuck, please—”
“hm. you can cum, bun. let go for mommy.”
fuck. his eye widen at that, a sound choked from the back of his throat wheezing through, and squeezes his eyes shut as he bursts all over his shirt and chest, opaque white staining even his flushed face.
changbin groans weakly as the sound of your voice slowly comes back into focus, ears now tinged red when your teasing becomes apparent.
“i think some kink exploration is due when i get home,” you laugh, sounding a bit winded yourself. his cock twitches minutely at the sound of your labored breath, and he momentarily closes his eyes as he comes down from his high.
“i’ll see you in fifteen, bunny. be good and clean yourself up for mommy. you did well.”
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vlasdygoth · 14 days
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now play nice
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