La fin des bouquineries de la Galerie Bortier, à Bruxelles
· 4 min - Fleuve de papier
· 17min - Zone UNESCO etc
Fanny Genico
Philippe et Martinne Dufrenne (le 1 et 2)
3 librairies mais sans assurance de bail
précarise et vide et il → 26min
La bouquinerie Galerie Bortier fb
"Foutre la honte à la ville, ça ne marche pas"
"Niveau patrimoine et site, réaffectation HORECA
Il n'y pas eu d'appel d'offre
mais appel à manifestation d'intérêt proposé en 2022, ils ont reçu dossier et n'ont pas bougé pendant 1 an
Défaut de procédure
Salle de la Madeline privatise rue St Jean, casse la logique de la Galerie, joujou de Philippe Close, enjeux dépasse galeries
La salle de la Madeleine, un des lieux de concerts, donné à Brussels Expo.
Aucune discussion
Rendez les clés avant l'été
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Wanted to experiment on Trichotillomania (Especially since I've had many urges.)
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"You agreed to letting me on watch."
"Yeah, on watch! Not fight them by yourself!"
"I didn't have a chance to wake anyone up!! Why even agree to it if you know I'm not going to be good at it?! I'm not a fighter, you said it yourself, I fix the ship!! That's it!! And now we're all stranded until I can get her working again!! Which is going to take at least a month!!"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"What did I do now?!"
"You yelled at me!"
"What are you, five?!" He asked and another second he felt his cheek stinging.
Everything was frozen as tears filled his eyes. Cause it hurt.
"You don't get to talk back."
"I was explaining-" He slapped him again.
"No. Talking. Back. You understand?" He asked and Leo didn't know what else to do.
"Um..." He raised his hand again and Leo flinched.
"Do you understand?"
"Y-yes." He forced and he slapped him again. He felt 8 again. 9, 10, 11, 12, 13. He shook, tears falling, not knowing what Jason wanted. He was scared. Alone.
"He'll never understand."
"He'll probably just mess up again anyway."
"No, I can do it."
"Oh Leo. You'll never be able to do it. You'll fail over and over and over and everyone will hate you."
"Will? We already do."
"No."
"You're not good enough."
"Stop it."
"You're weak."
"Jason-"
"Just a thing people use. You're not special."
"No."
"No one needs you."
"Stop it."
"How do you even know you're human? You like machines more than us."
"Stop it!"
"And you look like Sammy. How do you know your parents didn't just built you because your mom was losing him?"
"Stop it!!" He yelled holding his ears tight fingers digging into his head.
"Stop it stop it stop it!!" He screamed hitting the palm of his hands on his ears. Then someone punched him. He backed away holding his nose and when he saw the blood dripping he made a noise of distress and stomped his foot. He took his hammer and started hitting a tree with it. He yelled and threw it when it didn't work. He started hitting his head with his fists yelling and crying and pulling at his hair. Pulling at his hair helped a lot. Especially when he pulled out a big chunk of it. He felt better. And it hurt so it grounded him.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in his bed, a chunk of his hair in his hand. He shook as he looked at it. Feeling sick with guilt, he threw it away in the trash next to him. He sobbed after another minute, head in his knees.
He wore a hat the rest of the week hoping it wouldn't happen again. But it did. Over and over and over. Meltdown after meltdown, nightmare after nightmare. He forced himself to stay awake after a month of it. He pulled his hair out at least five times in the span of almost two months.
Not to mention the nightmares. Oh the nightmares just like the first one. They yell at him, throw things at him, hit him. Or everything is on fire and he watches his mother burn all over again or he feels himself burning as the voices tell him how useless he is. How much of a freak he is. There was one where they walked right through him. No one saw him, talked to him. He never existed. He yelled, begged for someone to look at him, notice him, notice how much he's suffering.
"Please. Please I'll do anything." He had cried. He woke up having to remind himself it wasn't real. After throwing away another chunk of hair. He also started to get more scared. He knew his nightmares weren't real but they seemed real. He just ended up hiding in Bunker nine after another one hoping he'd be left alone, forcing himself to stay awake.
He was left alone. But only because they couldn't find him. He hid in a capartment in the back of the Bunker. They looked for days. Annabeth found him in the bathroom. She watched him slip when she opened the door, hitting his nose on the corner of the counter, a glass piece getting stuck in his wrist.
"Oh my Gods are you okay?!" Annabeth yelled running over. Great. Annabeth. Fuking Annabeth. There was nothing wrong with her he just probably looked pathetic to her. She went through literal hell, what did he have to complain about? Hair?! She tried to help him up but he flinched back and sat himself up.
"I'm fine." He said with a weak smile before raising his head to stop the bloody nose.
"No. You're not. Sit still." She gave him his hat and some toilet paper for the nose and rushed off before coming back with bandages and some ambrosia. She pulled out the glass and started wrapping it while he had his head up, until his nose cleared.
"This is all I can do for now. We'll get you to the infirmary-" Leo started to panic.
"You know, I think I'm-"
"Stop it Leo! Just... just stop." When he looked at her, he actually looked at her. She looked worried and almost scared. She had tears in her eyes. He realized she was caring for him. She cared.
"You need help, Leo. I want to help you. We want to help you." Her voice cracked and he broke down. He sobbed and she hugged him.
"We're here. Okay? You can tell us anything. We won't judge you. We won't make fun of you. Especially not for something like this."
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I am so invested in the Pocket Saga. It’s so well done and I’m so angry at Bonky for all his stupid moves and lies.
How many times is he gonna betray our Pocket. Emotional affair, physical affair then blatantly converses in meeting with Jezebelle about Pocket’s scarring secret? Also when he discovered Junky Caparts on board the quinjet, turn that thing around and get her booty tossed off probation for breaking protocol. Mission timeline be darned.
Too many betrayals. And while I don’t hate Steve, sleeping with him to get back at Barky is going to hurt Pocket and Steve in the long run. I hope it’s just implied, but then I worry Buckley will just use it as an exude to keep being an idiot. “You’re with Stove, I’m with Jaundice. What’s it matter?”
Dude needs to do more than just go to therapy and get a check mark for court. He needs to put in some work and realize why he’s doing such messed up things to sabotage his life and emotionally abuse the one he supposedly loves.
I also hope Tony finds out what’s happened and blasts both Biscuit and Jalopy out of the tower.
Would Steve even stand up for Bucket knowing what he’s done to our darling pocket?
That being said. I can’t wait to see what happens next! You’ve sucked me in and I’m so invested.
I promise, HE is done betraying her!
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