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vforvalensa · 4 months
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Crayfish imported from france
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shk0lstun-flagz · 1 month
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AlloAce
An Alloromantic Asexual
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AroAllo
An Aromantic Allosexual
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Symbols
Left AlloAce and Right AroAllo
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I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day, check my pinned post for active polls
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hello-im-queer · 9 months
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That aromantic desire to move in a big house with all of your friends but knowing that they will eventually all get a partner and will move out so that in the end your alone again.
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vampbiter · 11 months
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this pride month, lets acknowledge aromanticism and asexuality as separate identities that DONT only come in a 2-for-1 packaging
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aspecpolls · 2 months
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Which do you find to be the best way to refer to people who are allosexual and alloromantic?
-allo
-alloallo
-allorose
-allosexual and alloromantic
-allospec
-other
-results
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teratomat · 1 year
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Herr Flick. Oh, it is terrible to find you in such an unusual position.
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achillean-archives · 5 months
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'Allo 'Allo Season 1, Episode 3: Savile Row To The Rescue
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mrwolfhare · 7 months
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old art.
Rene. He's a rat. Owner of a cafe. Being pressured to help the resistance. Have to hide the British airmen under his mother in law's bed.
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darkhorse-javert · 3 months
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Anthony 'Tonk-Tonk’ Roberts (Blind Dates OC)
This might be a bit of a cheat @blind-dates-fest (?), as I have written about this character before, and in passing in some of my fic. But here's another whole peice from his perspective.
Late Summer 1945 France
The flat land is plain and simple, smooth fields, distinguised from from England by the beautifully lined trees on some of the roads, otherwise it isn't really that different. Strange how feral and dangerous it had been only two years ago. Music reaches his ears and he realises he's humming again, very softly. Clair de Lune. Well, safer than La Marseillaise used to be, or God forbid, one of the favoured songs from the Mess. How often in the blind terror of needing to be quiet, had those got stuck in his head, and he'd had to swallow them back.
A wall rises in front of them, and the bus draws up. The conductor stands and calls out clearly, "Nouvion, Messieurs and Mesdames, Nouvion."
It's a sudden shock, the word pronounced so clearly, in the French accent. He climbes to his feet and pulls down the haversack, joining the exodus down the centre aisle. He climbs down the steps and stills. I'm here
A French bark of annoyance behind him and an elbow jolts him forwards, so he stumble walks through the arch. this time he stops with his back to the town wall.
It's all here, exactly the same as it had been. The fountain, the spindly trees- those look better than he remembers actually - the shops, that shabby little blue awning over the cafe, even the cobbles have barely changed.
No, there's one different thing. He crosses the square to the statue set in the dip in the wall. It is Him, the cafe owner, as to the very life, even holding out a menu.
'E is Msuir Rene" a woman's voice says in heavily accented English "E 'Nighthawk' in La Resistance in La Guerre. 'E very brave."
"Yes He helped me in the War." He tries to say in French, knows it comes out garbled, more broken than he wants. He can at least ask. Monsieur Rene, is he alive?" He's had one of the exiles drill that question into his head, the sylabelles rote.
The woman nods and waves to the building they are next to "Yes, yes "'E iz alive. 'e run the Café."
He turns with her guesture. The painted name is proud on the front. Café Réné. Here at last.
He bows slightly to the woman "Merci, Madame." Now if i remember, he weaves through the little tables and their woven chairs, then pushes open the door.
The bell clatters it's warning as he steps inside,and the black and white back of the broad man behind the bar turned, revealing Monsuir Rene in his long plainfaced, slightly portly way. Still the same
"Good Afternoon"- the man called in French "You would like a table?"
These phrases he knows easily, knows through the repetition of the months living here, and hearing them day in day out. Even if they are now spoken more quickly -the speed of full french, not dragged out for his or the German's benefit.
His mouth is dry, as if he's been chewing leftover ship-biscuit, "Msuir - je suis un aviator." Was it un?, he racked his mind, it would have to do "un Pilote British." He tapped his chest, waved back towards Rene In La guerre vous-" Oh, what the sod was 'help' in French? he pointed to himself, then the floor "moi hide ici. Je suis RAF. je suis Anthony Roberts."
Monsuer Rene was frowning in concentration as he listened, then his face lit up with a slightly too wide smile. "You (something) here, Welcome, Welcome, Good very good." The man is keeping his French very simple.
"Thank you, Monsieur. Thank You." It's all he can manage suddenly, to repete the words with great fervour, as if that is really enough. They could have been shot for hiding me.
And there's one of the waitresses, the taller dark-haired one he remembers, comes trotting up "What is your name?" she asks in good English "zere were many pilots here."
"Je suis Robert Je suis- he flutters his fingers in the air, at which they both look blank. The piano is still there, he strides over to it, flipping the cover, even as they rush, probably to try and stop him.
Those were the notes. Bent over he begins to play, one of the lead pieces from the Madame's Caberet evenings. He looks over his shoulder towards them, and there is dawning understanding and recognition. He
"Rober, Rober." Yvette claps her hands, "Welcome back."
He grins, sits down and morphs the tune into La Marseillaise. how many times had he wanted to do that, but hadn't dared. Now I can.
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candytuftgirl · 11 months
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Pov; you're a balkan and your sense of humor are old BBC sitcoms:
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I watch them religiously whenever there are reruns on TV; free to add if I missed any, these are the first I could think about.
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shk0lstun-flagz · 4 months
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Reoriented / Adapt-oriented
A Term for folks who would be willing to re-adjust their orientation/attraction in way that would align and support their current partner(s) possible gender identity changes or transitioning
( example : a straight woman whose partner transitions to a woman would readjust her orientation to be lesbian/sapphic or multisexual out of support of her partners new gender identity.)
Mostly for any mono-oriented folks that feel like they would do this for their current partner(s) but mspecs could use it as well to show that they would be supportive of any gender change/transition their current partner(s) might go through
The opposite of this : Nonreoriented / Nonadapt-oriented
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cottoncandiescupcakes · 8 months
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Things I watched religiously as a child and young teen:
'Allo 'Allo
Are You Being Served
It Aint Half Hot Mum
Golden Girls
Leslie Nielsen movies
I had a crush on Gene Wilder
My mind was 12 but my soul was 65
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Gay cognac
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ludojudoposts · 1 year
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Random Raffles Reference - 'Allo 'Allo: A Quiet Honeymoon
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screampotato · 5 months
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Just found out the guy who played René in Allo Allo was gay, and the guy who played Gruber was straight, and that's just the best part of the joke to me.
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