#it's french 😔
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May I respectfully observe that the blueberry tart ethics agonies is a wonderful candidate for 'tell me you're French without telling me you're French' scenario? The combination of philosophical gymnastics and patisserie is just....magnifique!
Merci
😂 Trying to think of how to make this scenario more French... like if our Parliament started weirdly intense debates to legislate on this niche issue as a way to distract from more important problems and came up with a law hated by the left and the right somehow, and/or the minister of the Interior declared that anyone buying two slices of pie without a written attestation (that you must write yourself to give yourself permission to buy pie) will be arrested, and he uses a worryingly loose and inexplicably racist definition of "pie", and Parisians started burning stuff by force of habit which led Macron to try and calm things down by a) making Announcements, b) giving a 2.5 hour TV speech no one watches in which he says "Let me be very clear" 5 times and "Whether you like it or not" 10 times, c) promising to organise a Great National Debate on blueberry pie ethics which prompts newspapers to write enthusiastic headlines because they never learn, and which goes utterly nowhere
#le Grenelle de la tarte à la myrtille avouez que c'est plausible#sans oublier le moment où le gouv découvre soudain l'aspect indéniablement budgétaire de cette tarte#donc 49.3 et motion de censure qui ne passe pas mais nous donne un faux espoir quand même parce que nous non plus on n'apprend pas#ask#''wait what's this absurd nonsense about the police asking you to write a paper saying you give yourself permission to do something?''#it's french 😔
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Them
#twisted wonderland#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#literally had to redo rook like 5 times#he was so hard to draw for no reason#also the first time doing like neutral colors so that was fun as well#damn French man#still love him tho xoxo#don’t even get me started on doing his hair#took another 5 tries to get it right#sad face 😔#I need sleep#good night my children ❤️
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"never have i ever posted a topless selfie"
obsessed with their different facial expressions in answer to this question... pierre is like 😏, charles is 😁, and esteban 😔
#my favourite french and french-adjacent idiots ❤️#pierre gasly#charles leclerc#esteban ocon#grill the grid#😏😁😔#i feel these reactions say SO much about their personalities actually#iconique.
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Cucumber in the Nether, what will he do? 💜✨
#help my cubito got kidnapped 😔#oh well time to draw it#enfin du lore pour les français C’EST ÇA QU’ON VEUT#qsmp etoiles#qsmp#qsmp french#qsmp fanart#My art
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Today's embroidery project was a little cherry blossom tree, and the one that took me the longest to complete so far
#i am addicted to making only french knots and refuse to learn anything new 😔#i'll try out the fishbone stitch and the leaf stitch tomorrow istg. i've been avoiding these two lol.#gi talks#gi embroiders#p#cherry blossom#pink#embroidery#1
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dump before bed
#asoryuu#tgaa#the moment i discovered ryuu's stupid hair things were at the sides and not on the back#poorly edited comic that I originally wrote in french#I know they don't talk like this but I do and my brain made them do it too#“are you about to call me a slur” AAAHAHAHAHA#i thought it was funny 😔
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We don't talk about how unhinged early Seth was, bro DEADASS took Boo's phone and started talking his shit to Al 😭 BROOO...
Then he OFFERED Boo to come find him if Al leaves them OH NAHHH 💀
Dame near gave Al a heart attack when he answered the phone and HE KNEW THAT 😭
#yuurivoice#yuurivoice bittersweet#yuurivoice alphonse#yuurivoice seth#WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT THAT ENOUGH 😭#how did Boo not freak out 💀 i would've lost my shit#still love my lil silly cowboy but BROOOO 😭#i have a confession#another one 💀#Seth freaked me the hell out in bittersweet chapter 1#He was a little too silly goofy for me tbh 😭#love my lil meow meows tho#I french kiss him as an apology 😔#...I gotta stop saying out of pocket shit in tags bro
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Wish Upon
Wanderer takes a chance at catching a fallen star and earning himself a blessing from Celestia. It may be his only true chance at obtaining a heart.
Notes: Stardust AU! no use of 'y/n'. only very vaguely related to actual Stardust, this will veer off into its own thing pretty quickly. :3c
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For as long as he has existed, the puppet has wanted a heart. As time crawls on, he moves from one name to the next, each with its own lived experiences.
He is just a Wanderer, now. After everything, fate decided he still wasn’t done with the world just yet. In the wake of his defeat at the Traveler’s hands, and his subsequent ‘adoption’ by the Dendro archon, Wanderer thought his aspirations of obtaining a heart were behind him.
Until he hears the rumors of a star being knocked loose from the heavens.
There are all sorts of myths attached to falling stars, they are said to be manifestations of Celestia’s favor, granted to those who have earned a boon from divinity greater than even the archons. They come in the form of blessings of strength, in star-forged weaponry, incomparable wealth, and fame. A wish to be granted beyond the bearer’s wildest imagination.
Which is why, when Wanderer sees the star falter in the sky before beginning its descent, he decides he wants that blessing for himself.
The journey to the edge of Liyue is a blur, quite literally in Wanderer’s case as he rides the wind at the fastest speed he could muster. The shine of stargold in the distance growing ever fainter as he races toward it. Dawn is just beginning to break when finally, finally, he stumbles upon the crash site.
That’s where he sees you, standing amidst the rubble and overturned trees, sitting in the glowing crater and cradling a nasty gash on your head. A stranger, with strange clothes, and a strange, dim glow in the morning light.
For a moment he’s angry, wondering how you could have gotten here before him, before he is overtaken by reluctant concern. He allows himself to land, stepping lightly as he comes to your side.
“What’s wrong?” he asks none too gently, uncaring of being rude to a newcomer, and crossing his arms as a frown overtakes his features. He nearly startles when you look up at him, and the light from the rising sun makes it seem like your eyes shine.
“They attacked me,” you explain, sniffing sadly as you rub your injury, spreading blood over your skin with the careless motion. With a noise of disgust, Wanderer reaches down and yanks your hand away, ignoring your weak cry of protest, and cleans the blood from your head with the edge of his own sleeve.
“You’re going to make it worse, idiot,” he scoffs. After he’s sure you won’t try to touch the injury again, he rips a strip from his own sleeve and uses it to bandage your head with perfunctory gestures. When he’s done, he stands up straight and admires his own first aid skills. “Alright, now that that’s taken care of, who attacked you?”
You smile at him gratefully, running your fingertips along the edge of the cloth. You draw your hand away before he can berate you for touching the site again. “There were people, with masks on,” you tell him. “They took something very important from me…”
“Treasure hoarders,” Wanderer guesses, looking over the edge of the crater to see if the group had left any traces. “I’m assuming you’re talking about the fallen star, right? You’re pretty naïve at best to have come out here without a weapon or fighting experience, and you’re an imbecile at worst. Really, you’re just lucky they didn’t kill you outright for your stupidity.”
You don’t respond, biting your lip to hide the tremble as his harsh words wash over you. Wanderer almost falters at your pathetic expression, but catches himself before he can do anything irrational, like try to comfort you.
“It doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head, the bells on his head ringing in the early dawn. He turns and begins walking away with lazy strides. “I took care of you, so stop whining like a baby and go home, already. I’m going to go find those treasure hoarders. See ya.”
“Wait!” He hears you scramble behind him, but he doesn't bother turning around until you’ve caught up. “Wait, I have to come with you!”
Wanderer’s eyes narrow in annoyance. “I promise that you really don’t,” he snaps.
“What are you gonna do with a star-core by itself?” You counter, hands on your hips. “You’re looking to get a wish granted, right? A core on its own can’t do anything, someone has to wield it.”
“You mean like a catalyst?” Wanderer drawls while summoning his own weapon, the bell giving a faint chime.
“Sort of!” You nod hastily. “But each core is keyed to its specific owner, so you won’t be able to use it.”
“And how do I know you’re telling the truth?” Wanderer raises a single eyebrow, feeling the irritation bubble up further inside him. “For all I know, you could be after the star to take that wish for yourself. I won’t babysit you the whole way just for you to steal it from me at the last second.”
“We'll, if I’m lying, you can…” You trail off, gesturing wildly with open palms. “Leave me in the middle of nowhere! You said it yourself, I’m unarmed and helpless, and I have no way of knowing where you’d go. Please? I promise I’ll keep up!”
Wanderer doesn’t move as he gives you a long, considering look. In all honesty, if you do end up trying to rob him he knows you don’t actually stand a chance against him in a fight. The only thing he would have to lose, is time.
“Fine,” Wanderer turns away, resuming his pace. “Don’t slow me down, and don’t annoy me.”
There’s rapid footsteps as you hurry to fall into line beside him. “I get the feeling you’re the kind of guy who’s easily annoyed?” You ask, which Wanderer refuses to justify with a response.
For almost an hour the silence persists, to Wanderer’s relief. Tracking the treasure hoarders is a bit harder than he anticipated, finding traces of several individual groups scattered around the immediate area. Eventually, he deems one group of footprints as the most recent, and begins following them.
Most annoyingly, he cannot fly as long as you’re accompanying him. Well, he could, technically, but what if you’re telling the truth? He may need your help achieving his goal after all, so ditching you would do him no good. Besides, you’ve been behaving yourself so far. Relatively speaking.
He steals a glance in your direction, watching as you pick a leaf off some plant and put it in your mouth. He would be worried about potential poisoning, but he recognizes it as a berry plant, and he lets you chew on the leaf. He looks on with mild amusement as your face scrunches up and you open your mouth to stick your tongue out, carefully peeling the half-chewed leaf out of your mouth and putting it back on the ground.
“Having fun over there?” He asks, snickering as you jump in surprise at his sudden vocalization.
“I thought the leaf would taste as good as the fruit,” you reply with a shrug. “I tried a rock earlier, too, but it was too hard to properly crunch. It tasted like salt, though.”
“Are you a dog?? Stop putting random things in your mouth for no reason.” Wanderer sighs, walking over to you and grabbing your wrist. He drags you over to another plant, this one with a tall cluster of blue flowers on it. He picks a few leaves off and shoves them in your mouth just as you’re about to say something. “Here, have this one.”
He lets go of you as you chew on the leaves, a look of wonder on your face. You give him a broad grin, picking the rest of the leaves off the plant and holding them close to your chest.
“These ones taste good!” You say after swallowing. “What are they?”
Wanderer can only give you a blank stare. “Are you serious? You don’t know what mint is?”
“I don’t know what anything is!” You answer cheerfully, putting another mint leaf in your mouth. “I’ve never been here before!”
“What? You’re kidding, right?” Wanderer thinks he may be in over his head right now. He absolutely did not sign up for this. “But you know what salt is, you just admitted it yourself before!”
You laugh at his disbelieving expression. “Of course I know that! There’s salt in space.”
“Space?!”
“Uh-huh,” you nod quickly, seemingly oblivious to how confused Wanderer is becoming. “That’s where I’m from! You know, because I’m a star!”
You’re a what?!
#genshin scaramouche#genshin wanderer#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader#genshin x reader#seabird.txt#not sure what else to tag this with LMAO there's a lot less tags here than my sagau posts#Wish Upon series#edit: me scrambling to fix a typo thanks to my stupid french keyboard 😔
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Crying because I found my first portrait drawn of my OC Renée (2017) and one done in 2019? I think 🥺
#my art#oc#renée#wanted to make a completely different post but came across these??#I miss being invested in my ocs 😭#renée will always be my fave one 🥹#aaaa I still remember how I created her out of complete coincidence!#i wanted to doodle some random sirens in 2016 and one came out very nice#decided to explore more around#during that time I suffred from heavy innocent rouge brain rot so I kinda turned renée in a noble french fencing lady#and it was love at the first sight when I drew her first concepts 😭#and now I want her to be protagonist of my planned webcomic 😔
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hi hi its 💋anon yet again. Many soft kisses again, i legit started giggling so- twas amazing ty ty.
So Ive been having thoughts about how the general consesnsus is that Pac would silently move Tubbo to partner status. So like, Pac would be ecstatic, right? New partner Hell Yeah. I think Fit would catch on pretty quick and just double down. and i believe that Tubbo, while Not Really understanding whats Going on, would not say Anything. Why would he? then they might stop and while its confusing the affection is Nice alright?
Hope youre having a good day :>
oh 💋 anon, how i adore you. i hope YOU'RE having a good day :>
HIS ASS DOES NOT KNOW ITS A DATE
“You're coming right?” Pac called to Tubbo who was currently slipping steel tipped boots on.
“Yeah, I'm coming!” he called. Fit and Pac had invitéd him to dinner, it was kind of strange. But, he thought, surely they just wanted to talk and just happened to also be hungry. And they told him to wear a suit just because.
They both looked him over when he finally stepped out, Fit with a low whistle and Pac with increasingly growing eyes.
“You look sooooo good,” he said breathlessly and Tubbo flushed looking nervously over at Fit.
“Haha uh thanks, man.”
“So good,” Fit repeated and Tubbo burned under the heat of his gaze raking over his body.
He just chucked to himself. They were surely pulling his leg. It's some kind of joke that they were checking him out like they truly wanted him, like he actually made their hearts race.
Tubbo looked away. “Let's just go, yeah?”
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The restaurant was fancy, it made sense now why they had dressed up. Pac ordered wine for all of them and it came in tall thin glasses. As it was handed to him, Tubbo’s eyes went wide. He laughed softly. “It looks so fragile. I’m afraid I’m going to break it.”
They both laughed. “Don’t worry,” Fit said. “If my metal hand can handle it without breaking it, I’m sure you can handle it as well.”
Tubbo looked down at the menu and whistled. “This shit is expensive, I can't pay for this you guys.”
They shushed him immediately. “We're paying,” Fit insisted.
“It's our treat,” Pac elaborated.
Tubbo squirmed in his seat. “You guys don't have to do that.”
“We insist,” Pac said. “You deserve it.”
Tubbo squirmed under his gaze, remembering when Pac had said that same statement while kissing him silly. He still wasn't quite sure what was going on. How Pac claimed that Fit didn't care that they kissed. He didn't dare bring it up with Fit for fear of getting punched.
He cleared his throat. “Okay then, let's eat yeah?”
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Dinner was delicious, he had to admit that. The wine was fruity and sweet, the meat was juicy and tender, and the talk was captivating. They talked for hours, long after their plates were clear and cleaned. Long after their drinks had been refilled again and again. As they got tipsy, then drunk and giggly.
They went back to Fit's. Collapsed on his bed together. Pac cuddled as close to Tubbo as he could, fingers wandering all over his torso, legs locked around his.
A real flush joined the wine drunk red on his face. “Feeling me up in front of your boyfriend? Wowwww.”
Pac giggled, letting his hands wander even more. “He doesn't mind. Do you Fit?”
Fit, who was currently standing, taking off the tie he was wearing, with a smile said, “No, I don't mind. With muscles like that I totally understand.”
Tubbo giggled, drunkenly. “What the fuck,” he muttered. “Just. Let's sleep. I'm too tired to understand what is going on with you two.”
Fit laid down beside them wrapping his arms around the both of them, and pulling a blanket up over them. “Yeah, let's sleep. Then we can all bitch about our hangovers in the morning, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Tubbo and Pac muttered in unison before Tubbo felt himself being pulled down into the depths of sleep.
#qsmp#my writing#fanfiction#poly morning crew#fitpacbo#q!tubbo#q!fit#q!pac#his ass doesnt know its a date 😔#ignore any random little marks you see above letters#my keyboard switches to french sometimes
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to be loved is to be changed
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THE VOICES MAN THE VOICES i’ll see just about anything and think “lol disco elysium” or some stupid shit like 😭 that cat glasses post? i got an ad on tiktok and thought of kim i’m going insane
harry and kim. you cannot tell me otherwise.
#losing my mind#disco elysium#kim kitsuragi#harry du bois#harrier du bois#harrykim#KIM’S VOICE IS JUST SO#😩😩😩#the way he says martinaise#omelette du fromage 😔💕#man i wish french people were real#could also be kim @ harry#depending on how you hc harry’s voice#🤷#match made in disco
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Interviewer George is back
#I'm with that girl margarita all the way#but pizza with french fries sounds interesting#he should've found riki and interviewed him 😔#i can't have eggs so that's eh and pineapple belongs on a Hawaiian pizza that's about it#george russell
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oh shit its the urge to learn one more language
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my thought process for durandal:
#yeah im frantically trying to figure out the plating on those legs why do you ask#marathon (game)#durandal#my art#mjolnir is 6'8 randy is 9'8#the sword is as long as mjolnir is tall it gets cut off by the edge of the page 😔✌️#how do you put french plate on a giant robot? answer: fuck it just do the cuirass just do the fuckign curaiss ju
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Tracklist:
Ta fête • Papaoutai • bâtard • ave cesaria • Tous les mêmes • Formidable • moules frites • Carmen • humain à l'eau • quand c'est ? • sommeil • merci • avf • papaoutai (ft. Angel Haze)
Spotify ♪ YouTube
#hyltta-polls#polls#artist: stromae#language: french#decade: 2010s#Electropop#Dance-Pop#Electro House#Nouvelle chanson française#Hip House#my shame infinite please accept this repost 😔 i'll be deleting the other one
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