#briefer

[anglicismes-francais-docnl]

L'anglicisme

briefer 👎

s'est bien implanté dans la langue française, mais nous pouvons toujours utiliser la recommandation officielle qui a la même acception :

instruire 👍 [définition du Petit Robert : mettre au courant de, informer de (qqch)].

Il est également possible d'avoir recours à des tournures telles que :

donner des consignes 👍

donner des instructions 👍

communiquer des instructions 👍

informer (brièvement) 👍

informer par un bref exposé 👍

mettre (brièvement) au courant 👍

faire (brièvement) le point 👍

👉 Pinterest : instruire, donner des consignes / briefer

👉 Doctissimo : instruire, donner des consignes / briefer

29-08-2022

#briefer #instruire #consignes #instructions #informer #renseigner #anglicismes #anglicisms #franglais #globish #anglomanie #français #french #langue française #french language #mots français #termes français #french words #french vocabulary #vocabulaire français #english #anglais #apprendre le français #learn french #french learning #frenchblr #french langblr #french studyblr #translation #french stuff

[thebestcomicbookpanels]

Frankenstein by Dick Briefer

#dick briefer #frankenstein #thebestcomicbookpanels #the best comic book panels #horror comics

[anachilles]

hi :)) "you'll always be safe with me" for clegan from the prompts list, please?

helloooo! and thank you; hope you enjoy! 🫶 prompt lists i'm currently accepting requests from: [ x ] [ x ]

In the rare moments of stillness in the days following Gale's capture and transport to Stalag Luft III, when he wasn't being poked, prodded, provoked, frogmarched, interrogated, shoved on a train, or barked at by smug, self-satisfied looking German officers, he'd strenuously willed himself not to give into the very basest, most selfish instincts he possessed and wish that John was there. He didn't wish that, not on John, not on anyone, of course he didn't.

He willed himself not even to wish, more abstractly, that they were at least still together wherever that happened to be, somewhere he could keep John in his sights and be secure in the knowledge that he knew where he was and that he was okay. Even that would be tempting fate.

Nowhere was truly safe in this whole bloody affair, not with the job they'd undertaken, but Thorpe Abbotts sure beat a Nazi POW camp, thousands of miles from home.

Those days were some of the loneliest Gale had ever felt though, and the more the adrenaline wore off, the further his usually rock-hard resolve started to weaken. Suppressed, unbidden thoughts of home and comfort and familiarity sprang up like weeds between cracks in the concrete sidewalk, and really there was only one way that line of thinking was going to go.

Savouring the mixture of pain and pleasure, the way they intermingled, fed each other and drove the other forward, had always been more John's thing than his own. Gale, however, had no choice but to appreciate the burn as he watched John half-stumble into camp a few days after his own arrival, a niggling twinge in the back of his mind that somehow he'd willed it himself, damned him to whatever bleak, listless version of life awaited them there.

For a moment though, that was rendered undetectable by the force of John's smile as their eyes finally met, by the way it lit up Gale's chest and made warm what had been for days left barren and cold.

With John in such bad shape physically, Gale's stomach turning every time he looked too long at what the makeshift camp doctor had surmised was an orbital fracture, and infection having been given the chance to set in on his journey there, he was confined to a newly commandeered bunk soon after his arrival.

For the whole first day, Gale didn't leave his side. The other boys said nothing about it, their deferential fondness shining in all the water bowl refills, errand running, and fortifying shoulder squeezes that allowed him to do so. Through tending to his fevered brow with a wet rag, and in between the passages of a novel Gale would try to read when John once again slipped out of lucidity, he was plagued by churning thoughts of just what the hell the other man had to have went through to have gotten there as banged up as he was; what untold horrors he must have seen, or had to have endured himself. John had been in no rush to tell him, not that Gale could blame him, but the chasm of the unknown left opportunity aplenty for worry to fester.

When it periodically threatened to overflow, Gale's free hand would find its way to John's chest, his breaths coming easier at the steady, if shallow, rising and falling under his palm.

He was still in that position on the floor at John's beside, backside numb and limbs stiff and sore, when one of the camp guards stuck their head in, ordering lights out. He couldn't bring himself to get up right away though, John having managed to fall into another uneasy sleep, but with his hand laid resting on Gale's arm.

Though the thought of leaving him unwatched to the mercy of the night was repellent, resigned, Gale first tried to pull himself up into a crouch without having to move his arm, give the poor man's peace another couple of seconds before risking disturbing him. But with even with the mere twitch of a movement, with surprisingly quick reflexes for a man as sick as he was, John's hand, bruised and calloused, shot out and caught Gale by the wrist. His left eye fluttered open, though was was hazy and barely seemed to register Gale with any precise focus, a pained, decidedly discontented "hm" of disapproval escaping escaping from his lungs, a glaringly uncharacteristic, vulnerable little sound that went straight to Gale's chest and dropped right on target.

It wasn't quite close enough to deep winter for the plausible deniability that it was too cold to sleep alone, but if any of the men felt at odds with the way Major Cleven slipped into Bucky's bunk that night, no one vocalised it.

The night grew into the small hours and all the others were long asleep, but Gale found it illusive, not that he was trying overly hard. A tentative hand to John's forehead came away roasted, he was still slipping in and out of consciousness, and he just couldn't bare the thought of John waking up in any way alone.

It left the door open for his mind to let in errant, sentimental thoughts, soaked in concern and set alight by his own exhaustion, and Gale shimmied a little tighter into the line of John's side, splayed his fingers against John's side and let himself be what he hoped to be a brace for the other man to lean on, rest his weariness on and let Gale take some from him.

He was there. Use him; take what he needed from him, because there was nothing Gale wouldn't give him to get him even one step further, to undo even some of the hurt that had come to him.

Gale swallowed hard. When he spoke, he hadn't even stopped to consider the words before they'd demanded to be said.

"You'll always be safe with me," Gale softly murmured but resolutely into the inch of space between his lips and John's cheek, not quite brave enough to chase the promise with a kiss, but lowering his face down into the dip of John's shoulder all the same.

He wasn't quite sure if he believed them all the way, the oppressive recognition of where they were bearing down upon him, but that didn't mean that he meant them any less.

#clegan #buck x bucky #''short little thing'' me: writes nearly 1000 words lol #i'll try and be briefer with the rest of these #but also i'm just riffing lol #my writing

[weirdlookindog]

Dick Briefer - Frankenstein

Frankenstein Vol.5 #2 cover art re-creation (Prize, 1954)

#dick briefer #frankenstein #dick briefer's frankenstein #horror art #comic art #pre code comics #horror comics #art #illustration

[trancylovecraft]

HELLLO !!

i saw you did yan! paswg stuff on your blog (unless you don’t anymore idrk)

i saw wondering if you could do a drabble/headcannons on brief?

(make sure to take breaks!! and not to overwork yourself :D)

(PASWG) YANDERE! BRIEF ROCK x READER: Need (Drabble)

RECEIPT ✂- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

BARISTA'S NOTE: dw i still do paswg! and thank u so much!! hope u enjoy! FANDOM: Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt

Thank you for ordering!

Come again soon!

"D-Do you need another drink? I can go get one for you!"

"No, I'm fine, Thanks."

"What about napkins..? I'll go get some!"

[F/N] didn't really know how it happened, Not really remembering a specific beginning point for when Brief came into her life. She knew it was in a bang, Quick and sudden, But that was about it.

Ever since that unspecified point in time, He had followed her around like an unclaimed puppy. Always trailing behind her, Lurking around either by her side or around corners.

She could tell where he was by the red of his hair, Unmistakable from within a crowd. [F/N] knew that he followed her around, Knew that he swam after her like a duckling to a mother swan.

It irked her at points too, Especially when he kept asking over and over if she needed something. Did she need more food? Did she want to borrow his jacket? She honestly just needed him to go away.

But [F/N] didn't have the heart to tell him that.

[F/N] watched him scamper away from the cafeteria table she sat at, Her friends chatter like crows cawing together on a wire as they all watched him go. Something demeaning, Something they didn't even hide when he was around.

He never seemed to care though, Always keeping a stable face. And she never had the guts to tell them to stop.

Its not like she could anyways, The amount of friends she had seemed to be dwindling by the day and [F/N] just couldn't afford to let anymore go, Not unless she wanted to be alone that is.

One calling off sick, Another switching schools and ghosting [F/N] on her socials. It was strange, But she supposed all good friend groups must come to and end, That's how it usually worked for her anyways..

Brief pranced back over to the table, A generous amount of paper napkins placed down onto the side of her food tray. A lovestruck smile on his face that [F/N] just didn't seem to catch.

The first time he had taken one of her friends out had been a complete act of mania, Something he had done out of uncontrollable anger.

It was unlike him! Truly! Even after he had bludgeoned her skull in and kicked her body about, He had been terrified of himself and what he had done.

But just like bathing in hot water, It got easier overtime.

The second was planned, Well at least Brief knew that he wanted to kill her. And after the mess he had forced to clean up through his own bubbling tears, He knew he had to be a bit more careful.

Some part of him knew it was wrong, Knew that what he was doing was horrible and irrational to do. But he shoved that part of him away, The end goal to enticing to let be.

[F/N]. She was perfect.

Her hair, Her eyes, Her skin, Her clothing. The way she rolled her eyes when she heard he friends say something stupid, The way she walked home from school saying hello to everyone she passed.

She was just so.. Amazing. How could he not follow her around?

She was an angel incarnate, Not like the Anarchy Sisters, But a real, Proper Angel.

So Brief let it go, Let it all be shoved aside in favour of his own desires. He didn't mind the blood and the guts, The bruises and the bodies.

Not if it meant he got her in the end.

#yandere x reader #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x you #moodboard #brief #briefers rock #panty and stocking fanfic #paswg #brief x reader #brief rock #panty and stocking #yandere panty and stocking #yandere paswg #paswg brief

[theitchinyourear]

GRAHHHHHHHHH I AM MADLY INLOVE WITH BOTH OF THEM (If you know me irl and don't know who the taller one is forget about it *uses hypnosis and skedaddles*)

#fnf pico #pico newgrounds #picos school #pico fanart #fnf #friday night funkin #briefers rock #paswg fanart #paswg #paswg artstyle #hyperfixation #fanart #artists on tumblr #art #twinky guy #hunky guy #i love them so much #I HATE THEM #GRAHHH #i am madly in love with them

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Frankenstein - art by Dick Briefer (1953)

#dick briefer #frankenstein #horror comics #comic art #prize comics #cover art #1950s #1953

[goofyahhbobot]

WE NEED MORE BRIEF LOVE

#fanart #panty and stocking #paswg #paswg fanart #panty and stocking fanart #briefers rock

[kofeedoggo]

Cosplayed as Briefers Rock in fanime Saturday :))) Usually I wouldn’t post myself because ,erm,, 🥲 but I felt good abt this cosplay !!!!!! Ft. @dorianswingedboots

No face </3

#kofee rl #briefers rock #panty and stocking #briefers rock cosplay #panty and stocking cosplay #fanime #fanime 2024 #I wanna cosplay more!!!! #give me more conventions !!!!!

[geekyghostbuster]

IT’S HIM

#MY BOY #brief #briefers rock #panty and stocking #Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt

[artyasumi]

Sorry to post psg in 2023 [i am not at all sorry]

9/15

#my art uwu #ok to tag as kin #ok to tag as f/o #maid week b side #briefers rock #brief psg #paswg #psg #panty and stocking #yes the red is paying homage to the bunny outfit #i want him so bad skrry

[thebestcomicbookpanels]

it's interesting to see how Dick Briefer's Frankenstein went from a murderous people-hating monster to a fun, people-loving hero.

#the best comic book panels #frankenstein #dick briefer #dick briefer frankenstein

[sodapop--stims]

Briefers Rock

for @hollowb0ned (video games, soap)

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#panty and stocking #briefers rock #brief panty and stocking #orange #green #soap #soap crushing #soap slicing #soap cutting #video games #nintendo #n64 #stim #stimmy #stimming #stimblr #sensory #stimboard #soda boards #cartoon stim #hands #sharp objects #gameboy #gameboy color #ds lite

[lupine-trees]

vivid

[ for @microficmay day 12. drarry | rating: t | word count: 178 | part 10 | part 1 here ♡⋆˙ ]

— — —

Sleep comes easy. Tucked under the sheets, open window breezy.

Draco dreams that night.

The shape of the forest is clear, and as he walks through it, certain footsteps, the previous autumn’s leaves catch on his boots, turn over, decayed. It’s daylight in the forest. He swears he can almost smell it, can feel the press of sunlight in narrow pillars through the heavy shade.

His heart catches as he rounds a bend in the trail. Harry kneels in the dirt, digging a plant out by its roots. He turns to Draco, mud caked up past his elbows, fingers raw, holding the plant aloft like a prize.

“For Dittany,” he says hollowly, eyes glossy.

Draco crosses the clearing to him in wide strides, drops to his knees, prying the plant from his fingers and tossing it aside. “Stop, Harry. Stop, please, stop.”

His hands are so bloody. Draco reaches for his wand, but his holster is empty, the pocket of his cloak— no, he’s not wearing a— wasn’t he— oh. Yes, right. Dreaming.

And then he’s pulled awake.

#drarry #drarry microfic #microficmay2024 #fic tag #mine #lup writes #drarry fic #lup’s microfic may #longest micro yet— trying to keep ‘em a bit briefer than this #alas! ha

[weirdlookindog]

Dick Briefer's Frankenstein

#dick briefer #frankenstein #frankenstein's monster #comic art #horror comics #pre code comics #horror art #comic panel

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

best seat in the office

TEDEPENDENT ft. Mostly Beard But Also Roy

Rated: E - Chapters: (3/6)

Trent has many problems (chronically low self-esteem, deeply hopeless crush on co-worker, being helplessly attracted to said co-worker) and the bizarre lack of chairs ain't one. He can just sit on his desk—he's sat in stranger places. That is, until Ted somewhat jokingly offers his lap as a replacement. Trent immediately falls off the desk.

CURRENTLY PUBLISHED:

(The Crack Chapter; ft Smut) There's Only One Chair

(The Smut Chapter; ft Angst) Trent Is Not Fine

(The Angst Chapter; ft Crack) The Pain of Wanting

Up next: Uh Oh, It's The Ted Lasso Interlude!

#ch 5 will be an even briefer interlude #ch6 is The Romance/Fluff Chapter probably ft Smut but that's the one i'm still writing #tedependent #my writing #trent crimm #ted lasso #coach beard #tedtrent #ted x trent