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fidjiefidjie · 3 months

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"Les Mangeurs de pommes de terre " 🥔

Peinture "The potato eaters" 🖼 de Vincent Van Gogh

Animation Andrey Zakirzyanov

Music Andrey Surotdinov

👋 Bel après-midi

#art #peinture #vincent van gogh #peinture animée #the potato eaters #tableau animé #artwork #andrey zakirzyanov #andrey surotdinov #music anime #les mangeurs de pommes de terre #bel après midi #fidjie fidjie

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pippytmi · 1 month

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Hey there! I absolutely loved your Kacy Post Breakup AU stories. I was wondering if you could write "Cop AU where I've been undercover for years" or the one with the ring. It would make my day, but seriously, no pressure at all!

(this is. 100% an excuse for me to write a kacy + fast & furious au)

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The first time Kate gets a breakthrough while undercover, it’s in the form of a cryptic text which only reads: meet me at the bar. 2 PM.

Jane Tennant’s bar is the worst-kept secret of the street racing community, and though Kate has been there dozens of times already, being invited is a game-changer. And being invited by Jane Tennant herself? It might as well be a neon sign—Kate is in. This could be the invitation that can crack the whole case wide open.

But with every push, there’s the demanding pull from the universe which demands equilibrium, because when Kate walks into the bar none other than Lucy Tara is the one behind the counter.

Their eyes inevitably meet. Kate tries to smile; Lucy only stares back, expression carefully blank, and Kate’s smile falls.

“Hey, Whistler.” Ernie—Lucy’s best friend—is the only other patron in the bar, and he makes no attempt to hide his obvious surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Tennant asked me to come,” Kate says, uncomfortably placing her hands in her pockets as she walks over. “Is she here?”

“She’s in the back,” Lucy answers for Ernie. “You can wait for her here.” It’s not a suggestion, so Kate slowly takes a seat. Without asking, Lucy pours her a club soda, and Kate accepts it gingerly.

“Thank you,” she says, but Lucy makes no indication that she’s heard, just turns and continues talking to Ernie about whatever they had been discussing before Kate arrived. Kate only catches a few words here and there, something about slashed tires and mangled gear shifts, before she tunes them out and starts scrolling through her phone instead.

That is, until Ernie says, “Wow, you went on an actual date?” and just like that, Kate’s stomach twists into itself. “Let me see. Hello Skylar…” He starts swiping through Lucy’s phone, which Lucy only makes one halfhearted attempt to steal back. “Points for the can’t wait to see you again text. I like that there’s a heart emoji, too. Carla is always saying something about heart emojis and kind auras.”

Lucy shakes her head. “I call bullshit,” she says.

“I might be paraphrasing a little. But you get the point.” Ernie lets Lucy snag her phone back, and she’s laughing as she cradles it to her chest, face alit with such joy that Kate’s stomach twists for a whole new reason.

All Kate can do is drink in the sight of that joy, utterly helpless—helpless to the way Lucy’s eyes crinkle at the corners, the softness of her smile, the genuine mirth that makes her whole body shake when she laughs. Suddenly, Kate wishes her drink was something stronger.

Thankfully, Jane pushes her way into the front from the mysterious back door, and Kate welcomes the chance to redirect her attention. “Thanks for coming on such short notice, Whistler,” Jane says, leaning over the side of the bar next to Lucy. “Can I get you a beer?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine with soda,” Kate declines.

Jane smiles in an unnerving way, like she knows something Kate doesn’t. “I heard about the race yesterday.” She tilts her head towards Ernie and Lucy, effortlessly inviting them to join the conversation. “Ernie wouldn’t stop talking about it, actually.”

“It was glorious,” Ernie says, nodding vigorously towards Kate. “Kai’s still sulking about it, but hey. All’s fair in love and…automobiles…”

Lucy winces. “Oh, you need to workshop that one.”

“I know,” Ernie sighs, dejectedly sipping from his little straw in whatever tropical mixed drink he’s been nursing.

Jane pointedly clears her throat and they both shut up. Kate would be in awe of how Jane commands a room like that under any other circumstances, but then Jane is surveying Kate again, one eyebrow quirked but the rest of her face inscrutable. “I’m not trying to poach you from Curtis, but I do want to make you an offer.”

Kate nearly holds her breath. “What kind of offer?”

“Work for me when you’re not working at Curtis’s,” Jane says simply. “I can always use a fast driver on my team. We make deliveries from time to time—special cases. The pay per run is guaranteed to be more than whatever Curtis is paying you.”

“Deliveries for the bar?” Kate asks, and Tennant gives her that secret smile all over again.

“Among other things,” she says. “Are you in?”

For a single, fleeting moment, Kate glances at Lucy. She doesn’t know what she’s looking for—not even sure what reaction she wants. When Lucy gazes impassively back, though, Kate gets a sinking feeling in her stomach which she can’t possibly rationalize.

“Definitely,” Kate answers at last, trying to feign as much enthusiasm as she can.

Jane doesn't seem to notice the pause. Or at least, she doesn't question it. “You’re family now, Whistler,” she says, sealing the deal with a firm handshake. “Lucy will give you all the details about the next job.”

“Me?” Lucy blurts out, panicked, before she quickly tries again with: “Boss, I’m sure Kai or Jesse could do a much better job.”

“Your shift’s over, isn't it?” Jane asks.

“Yeah…?” Lucy trails off like she isn't sure what the right answer is.

“Then it works out, you're already here,” Jane says. “I’m sure Kate can give you a ride home. You can discuss everything on the way.” There it is again: the unquestionable authority in her voice, the kind that means Lucy doesn’t try to argue.

So that's how Kate and Lucy end up alone—sitting in the flashy red sports car which was previously seized at a crime scene—in complete silence. Kate doesn’t start the car, and Lucy doesn’t ask her to. Through the window, Kate sees Kai and Jesse pull up in a blue pickup truck, but Lucy doesn’t even comment on that.

Kate clears her throat, finally. “If you want one of the guys to take you home, you can go.”

“One of the guys?” Lucy repeats, shakes her head disbelievingly. “Wow. Already jumping right in, aren’t you?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Lucy won’t face her, just keeps her eyes firmly on the window. “This is your dream, huh? All this time, I never guessed.”

“My dream?” For a brief, sickening moment, Kate thinks her cover is blown.

“Oh, come on, Kate.” Finally Lucy whirls around to glare her down, and she’s so openly furious that Kate does a double-take. “You wanted to be part of this team all along. That’s why you walked into the bar the first time, isn’t it? That’s why you kept following me around like a lost puppy?”

Lucy’s words sting, and Kate swallows thickly—hears the anger, but also hears the quiver of Lucy’s voice and knows what it means. “It’s not what you think.”

“People always say that in the movies and it is, it is exactly what they think!” Lucy exhales sharply. “You used me.”

“That’s not what happened,” Kate says desperately. She has an explanation on the tip of her tongue. Hell, she has the entire confession just waiting to explode. That she has been in deep cover in pursuit of Jane Tennant and her team for almost a year—that she met Lucy by accident, and didn't know she was part of said team—that the reason Kate broke up with Lucy at all was because she knew it was the right thing to do, and not because she wanted to. But it would be worse than just self-sabotaging to tell the truth; it could ruin countless lives. So Kate can't say anything.

“How else would you describe it?” Lucy demands. “You’re the one who kept chatting me up, asking about the bar and the races. So what is it you want? Money? Protection?”

“Lucy—”

“No, tell me! Tell me what was worth stringing me along for? What was worth giving me some dumbass excuse to wait for you while you ‘figured things out’?” Lucy’s voice sounds choked now. “Did you figure it out, Kate? Huh? Did you get what you wanted?”

“I want you!” The first sharp prick of tears aren’t a surprise, but Kate still tries not to let them fall. “But I can't—I— “

Lucy’s expression softens, just a tad, like a thought is occurring to her she hasn't considered. “Are you in trouble?”

The question is unexpected, and Kate discreetly wipes at her eyes. “What?”

“You could've told me,” Lucy continues, “if you were in trouble. You didn't have to—” She doesn't finish her thought, but Kate can fill in the blanks. “I could've helped you.”

Kate knows, logically, that the “help” Lucy is referring to would likely be of the not-so-legal kind. But the fact that Lucy is willing to offer it? It makes Kate’s heart hammer in her chest like a lovesick teenager and she just doesn't understand. How on Earth is she supposed to betray Lucy Tara?

“It's complicated,” Kate says at last, which is true. “I can't talk about it.” Also true.

Lucy sighs. “Well, whatever you’re into,” she says. “It’s not going to get back to Jane, is it?”

Kate sucks in a shaky breath. “It won't,” she lies.

“Good. Because I can totally kick your ass if I have to.” Lucy drums her fingertips against the car door like she wants to say something else, but doesn’t. “Can we go now?”

“Yes, of course,” Kate says quickly, starting up the engine. “Do you want to just tell me where to go?” Though she still remembers where Lucy lives, she also doesn't want to be presumptuous and start driving there either.

Lucy seems to begrudgingly accept this turn of events, in any case. She goes through the motions of giving directions, but the entire drive over she still does not broach the specifics of the next job like Jane asked her to.

Kate has the sense not to push. She dutifully parks at Lucy's apartment complex when they arrive and just waits—lets Lucy take the lead on where to go next.

“We're doing a delivery to a warehouse on the south side next Friday,” Lucy finally says. “We go in pairs. I'll pick you up at eight.”

“What kind of delivery?”

“Nothing to worry about,” Lucy says. “Jane won't say it, but this is a test run. No details until she’s sure that you're trustworthy.” She turns to make sure Kate is looking at her, then asks, “Are you?”

Faced with the rawness of Lucy’s voice—of the guarded frown on her mouth—Kate can only nod ever-so-slightly. “You can trust me, Lucy,” she says softly, and wishes more than anything that she could mean it.

She wishes a lot of things, actually. Selfishly, for the chance to reach across the center console and hold Lucy’s hand, press a kiss to her knuckles like she used to, because it would make Lucy smile. (And also make Lucy try to push her luck at every red light back to Kate’s place). But she mostly wishes that she could go back in time and fix everything.

“Then I’ll see you on Friday,” Lucy says. “Are you still crashing in Curtis’s back room?”

“Yeah,” Kate says, thinking wistfully of days where Lucy used to squeeze into the makeshift bed along with her. “Do I have to meet you anywhere, or—”

“I'll pick you up,” Lucy says, but pauses just before she reaches for the door handle. “Is your phone number the same?”

“Since three months ago?”

“Don’t—try to be cute,” Lucy huffs. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”

Kate feels the burgeoning twist of a smile try to form, unbidden, and she has to bite it back. “Okay,” she says. “Um, goodnight,” she adds, so as to not say something stupid like I still love you.

“Night,” Lucy mutters, throwing open the door without so much as a glance back.

Kate watches her leave, and only when she is sure Lucy is safely inside does she allow herself to look away, down at her phone where Lucy’s smiling face is still her screensaver. She thinks about it once or twice, but ultimately gives in and calls Curtis. “Hey, it’s me,” she tells his voicemail. “I’m joining Jane’s team for something next Friday. Can you get everyone together tomorrow? I’m going for a drive tonight, don’t wait up for me.”

And she does exactly that: puts her windows down, lets her music blast loud, drives and drives and drives until her fingers are numb against the wheel in an attempt to make her inner turmoil go away.

(It doesn’t).

#this one feels more like an AU setup not quite as angsty as i wanted but! i hope you liked it & thank you for ur kind words <3 #kate x lucy #kacy #ncis hawaii #i need a fic tag #mangeur-detoiles

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prosedumonde · 6 months

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Il comprenait, enfin : l’obscurité ne tuait pas la lumière. Elle la révélait. Les souffrances et les deuils, les blessures que lui infligerait la vie, ses propres faiblesses et échecs ne rendraient que plus intense et précieuse encore l’étincelle qui brûlait en lui. Chaque cicatrice que l’existence laisserait sur sa peau lui rappellerait ce qu’il avait été. La profondeur de ce qu’il avait appris. L’importance de l’instant et du pardon.

Marie Charrel, Les Mangeurs de Nuit

#Marie Charrel #Les Mangeurs de Nuit #livre #book #citation #citation française #littérature #littérature française

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jananabananawithnopeel · 2 years

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Aconia a réfléchit longtemps et beaucoup avant de prendre sa décision. Il y a toujours un prix à payer quand il s'agit de pactiser avec les Dieux, toujours trop grand, toujours trop lourd. Il n'y a jamais d'actions isolé et si les textes des philosophes lui a bien appris une chose, c'est que quand cela concerne les pouvoirs divins, ce n'est toujours qu'une question de temps avant que le simple bruissement d'aile d'un papillon ne se transforme en tempête dévastatrice. Mais quoi que soit le prix à payer, Macrinus en vaut la peine, son amour en vaut la peine. Elle espère juste qu'elle ne serait pas là pour connaître la fin de l'histoire de ce héros tragique qu'elle s'apprête à créer.

L'homme en noir dans son atrium lui sourit.

Elle prie Miverne d'être clémente, de lui pardonner de sacrifier la vie d'un homme pour en sauver un autre.

"Alors ?"

La convaincre avait été extrêmement long et laborieux, mais personne n'est infaillible. Accablée par le désespoir et la peine, Aconia avait du se rendre à l'évidence : elle ne pourrait jamais revoir son sourire sans ça.

"J'accepte."

HC où La Promesse™ n'est, un fait, qu'une part du marché qu'Aconia à conclu avec Meleagant pour récupérer Macrinus ?

HC où depuis le début Meleagant est la pour saboter la vie d'Arthur ?

Qui a rendu Uther fou au point de vouloir tuer son propre fils ? Qui a murmuré dans l'oreille d'une veuve que son enfant serait plus en sécurité loin de la Bretagne dans l'armée romaine ? Qui est la pour susurrer à l'Imperator, son mentor, qu'il y a quelque chose pour lui de l'autre côté ? Qui a ouvert les portes aux rêves d'ambition de la jolie femme délaissé d'un chevalier ? Qui est l'ombre qui rend fou Lancelot au point de le persuader de tuer son ancien meilleur ami ?

#kaamelott #Who's been pulling every evil string ? It's been Meleagant all along #meleagant #aconia #arthur pendragon #La Promesse #theories #Maleagant le mangeur d'âme #FBM #Kaamelott HC

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inverts · 2 years

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currently a hashtag on twitter for ppl drawing their ffxiv OCs at a gala with a sun/moon/stars theme

mangeur has no idea how he got here

(outfit insp:)

#inverts art #ffxiv #FFXIVOCGala #mangeur deserpent

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mmepastel · 1 year

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Alors, c’est bizarre, mais cette fois, je ne partage pas l’enthousiasme de ma Librairie Préférée pour ce roman.

Je l’ai lu avec intérêt, et je l’ai trouvé instructif. Je ne connaissais pas ce pan de l’histoire canadienne (avant et pendant la Deuxième Guerre Mondiale), lorsque des immigrés japonais se mariaient sur photo (dans les années 20-30) avec des femmes restées au Japon, et que celles-ci découvraient à leur arrivée une vie bien bien moins rose que celle qu’on leur avait promise. Surtout que la Canada (la Colombie-Britannique) développa à leur égard un racisme de plus en plus intense, nourri par la position du Japon pendant le conflit mondial ; sauf que les immigrés et leurs enfants, dont Hannah, l’héroïne du roman, née au Canada, ne sont pour rien dans l’attitude belliqueuse et conquérante de leur pays, le racisme qu’elle endure, elle et les les autres Nisei, est injuste et violent.

On apprend ce genre de choses, ainsi que le quotidien d’un creekwalker, Jack, un marcheur de rivière, qui compte les saumons, solitaire, au passé également douloureux. Il vit seul dans les forêts autour de Vancouver, plus proche des animaux que des autochtones, souvent de sombres brutes.

Le point commun entre Hannah et Jack, qui vont se rencontrer, c’est leur amour des histoires, des légendes et des mythes.

A priori, tout pour me plaire.

Sauf que. Quelque chose n’a pas fonctionné. Est-ce la langue un peu ampoulée de Marie Charrel ? La volonté trop explicite de poétiser la douleur ? Le recours au mythe qui m’a semblé forcé ?

Je n’ai pas adhéré pleinement à ce récit. Je suis un peu restée à côté, niveau émotion. Et pourtant, du pathos, il y en a.

La construction du roman est astucieuse et assure une envie de poursuivre. Mais je n’ai pas été touchée véritablement par ce récit ; j’ai senti une raideur, un manque d’authenticité, peut-être injuste, mais insistants. La description de la nature, très importante dans le roman, m’a également parue convenue, impersonnelle, répondant aux critères en vogue.

Voilà. Ce n’est pas un livre inintéressant, la preuve, beaucoup de gens que j’estime l’ont aimé, follement. Je suis pour ma part restée sur le bas-côté. J’aimerais mieux comprendre pourquoi. Ce serait instructif sur moi, lectrice. On se sent parfois un peu en faute quand on n’a pas aimé une œuvre qui fait globalement l’unanimité…

#littérature #livres #litterature #livre #Marie Charrel #Les mangeurs de nuit #roman #Canada

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dixvinsblog · 21 days

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Saint-Etienne de bouche à oreilles - Chok Théâtre – Alice n'aime pas les poissons -Cie Les mangeurs d’avion-14avril 16h- 15et16 avril -14h

RÉSUMÉ Peut-être encore plus que les grands, les petits ont des rêves, des secrets, des peurs, et un imaginaire sans limite. Ils se posent aussi beaucoup de questions. Ainsi, on saura pourquoi Alice n’aime pas les poissons, on découvrira aussi la fée des souvenirs, on fera connaissance avec les « Crabougnas », on decouvrira la recette des bisous à la biscoture… Xavier Michel Xavier…

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#Saint-Etienne de bouche à oreilles - Chok Théâtre – Alice n&039;aime pas les poissons -Cie Les mangeurs d’avion-14avril 16h- 15et16 avril -

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angelitam · 8 months

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Partageons mon rendez-vous lectures #25-2023 & critiques

Voici mes critiques littéraires sur Livres à profusion. Le mangeur d’âmes d’Alexis Laipsker Le mangeur d’âmes d’Alexis Laipsker – Editions Pocket Croix de cendre d’Antoine Sénanque La Foudre de Pierre Bailly Une façon d’aimer de Dominique Barberis Origine suspecte de Patricia MacDonald Origine suspecte de Patricia MacDonald – Editions Le Livre de Poche En lecture, Meurtres en soutane de P.D.…

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prosedumonde · 6 months

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Une seule personne suffit parfois à peupler le monde de douceur et à rebattre les cartes. À éclairer l’ombre pour en faire jaillir la lumière, même au creux des nuits trop sombres, lorsque le désespoir recouvre la terre de son voile noir.

Marie Charrel, Les Mangeurs de Nuit

#Marie Charrel #Les Mangeurs de Nuit #livre #book #citation #citation française #littérature #littérature française

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nancysgillians · 1 year

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Hi! I love your Blam gifset. It's amazing! Do you mind me asking how you do the animated text effect in the 6th gif « dynamic duo » ?

Hi hi! Thank you for the kind message, I love that set too.

Hilariously, for the scene in that gif I chose it because the animated effect was in the episode so all I did was manipulate the colour to blue. But if you're looking for some tutorials on different type of animated text effects, check out our resource directory at usergif.

Good luck!

#asks #mangeur-detoiles

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