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Quand les gens apparentent l'usage du terme matrimoine à celui de "Herstoire"
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snowfea · 1 year
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MAIS LES GARS VOUS VENEZ EN FRANCE PENDANT DES GREVES ET VOUS VOUS ETONNEZ ??? Genre "ohlala ces salauds de Français qui nous empêchent d'accéder au Louvre, qui aurait cru que cela aurait pu arriver"
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motsimages · 7 months
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Pour la première fois de ma vie, je suis allée chez une coiffeuse me couper les cheveux, j'ai dit que je voulais me couper les cheveux, on m'a demandé clarification "laver, couper, coiffer ?" j'ai dit "non, juste couper, pour rendre plus sain, c'est propre" et on a noté "couper" et puis attention ici : on m'a coupé les cheveux, on ne les a pas lavé d'abord, on ne les a pas coiffé après. On a juste coupé.
Et puis, attention encore car ça m'a jamais arrivé : ça m'a couté 5 € (cinq euros) (cinco euros) (five euros), comme si j'étais un mec qui a les cheveux courts, comme si c'était un coiffeur d'hommes dans la cinquantaine qui n'ont presque pas de cheveux et allez, on fait pas cher, ils sont vieux sauf que c'est une coiffeuse de femmes et que j'ai beaucoup de cheveux et assez longs.
Rien de ma vie m'a fait me sentir plus comme un mec que me couper les cheveux à 5 euros sans décoration, sans produits de beauté ni rien. 20 minutes, couper, c'est fait.
Voilà mon gender of the day : homme chez le coiffeur.
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cestmoiquand · 9 months
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On ne parle pas assez des gens, qui font des choses, qui se pratiquent dans une salle de bain, dans les transports publics. Liste non exhaustive :
- se couper les ongles des mains
- s'arracher les poils des jambes à la pince à épiler
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idereahellyeah · 1 year
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Quand aujourd'hui une jeune fille a dit deux fois à la femme en transition à la caisse "merci Monsieur".
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thebusylilbee · 1 year
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I think I should become an editor... the amount of time I spend correcting my classmates' written work in group assignments is unbelievable... people who know how to write properly are really not as common as we think
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dolentsnows-archive · 2 years
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onlyonetifosi · 3 months
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Behind the camera -> chapter 6
<- previous series masterlist my main masterlist next ->
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author note1: i love them your honor
uthor note2: if you want to be in the taglist comment it or send me a message <3 and i hope you like it
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The week passed in a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation for Yn. Thoughts of the upcoming weekend with Joris filled her mind, and she couldn't help but steal glances at her phone, eagerly awaiting his message. The day finally arrived, and Yn found herself nervously preparing for their rendezvous.
Joris, equally anxious and excited, arrived at Yn's house with a small bouquet of flowers. The doorbell rang, and Yn opened the door to find Joris standing there, a shy smile on his face.
"Pour toi," Joris said, presenting the flowers to Yn. (For you)
Yn's eyes lit up, and she graciously accepted the gift. "C'est magnifique, Joris. Merci!" (It's beautiful, Joris. Thank you!)
As they embarked on their weekend adventure, Yn and Joris explored the beautiful streets of Monte Carlo, sharing laughter and getting to know each other better. The shyness that initially lingered between them began to fade, replaced by a comfortable companionship. Joris had suggested a simple yet charming picnic in a nearby park, and Yn, dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit, met him with a smile.
"Tu aimes la musique?" Joris asked, attempting to keep the conversation flowing. (Do you like music?)
"Oui, j'adore la musique," Yn responded, her eyes lighting up. (Yes, I love music)
They stumbled upon a street performer playing a melodic tune on his guitar. Yn and Joris found a quiet spot to sit and enjoy the music, their shoulders brushing against each other.
"Ça te plaît?" Joris asked, stealing a glance at Yn. (Do you like it?)
"Oui, c'est magnifique," Yn replied, her heart fluttering as she caught his gaze. (Yes, it's beautiful)
The picnic blanket was spread under the shade of a large oak tree, and as they enjoyed the homemade sandwiches and snacks, Yn couldn't help but feel a connection growing between them. The ease with which they talked, the shared laughter, and the occasional shy glances all contributed to an atmosphere that felt special.
The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city. Joris, feeling a surge of courage, turned to Yn.
Joris, looking both nervous and determined, took a deep breath. "Yn, euh… il y a quelque chose que je voulais te dire." (Yn, um… there's something I wanted to tell you.)
Yn turned towards him, her curiosity piqued. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?" she asked, smiling. (What is it?)
"Yn, il y a quelque chose que je veux te dire," Joris began, his voice tinged with a mix of shyness and sincerity. (Yn, there's something I want to tell you)
Yn turned towards him, her eyes reflecting the fading sunlight. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?" she asked, genuinely curious. (What is it?)
"Euh, je… je t'aime bien, Yn. Plus que comme une amie," Joris confessed, his cheeks flushing with vulnerability. (Um, I… I really like you, Yn. More than as a friend)
Yn's eyes widened in surprise, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Joris, je… je ne m'attendais pas à ça," she admitted, her heart fluttering with a mixture of emotions. (Joris, I… I didn't expect this)
Joris looked down, nervously fidgeting. "Je comprends si tu ne ressens pas la même chose. C'est juste que je voulais te le dire." (I understand if you don't feel the same way. I just wanted to tell you)
Yn's heart skipped a beat as the weight of his words sank in. She looked into his eyes, a mixture of surprise and warmth reflected in her gaze. Y/N's heart raced, and a warm blush spread across her cheeks. She looked down at her plate for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "Joris, I feel the same way. I like you too"
A smile broke across Joris's face, a mix of relief and joy. "You do?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for confirmation
Y/N nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Joris. I really do"
Joris, summoning the courage he had gathered throughout the day, stammered, "Yn, euh, est-ce que tu voudrais bien être ma petite amie?" (Yn, um, would you like to be my girlfriend?)
Yn's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at him with a mix of surprise and joy. "Oui, Joris. Ça serait génial." (Yes, Joris. That would be great.)
The shy boy's face lit up with a mixture of relief and joy. They shared a quiet moment, savoring the sweetness of the confession and the promise of something new.
As the weight of their confessions hung in the air, an electric tension enveloped them. Joris reached across the table, gently cupping Y/N's cheek with his hand. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still.
Unable to contain their feelings any longer, Joris leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips with his own. The world around them faded away as they shared a sweet, lingering kiss. It was a moment they had both been waiting for, a culmination of unspoken emotions.
When they finally pulled away, both were left breathless and wide-eyed. A shared bashful smile passed between them as the realization of what had just transpired set in
"Wow," Joris whispered, his cheeks tinted with a rosy hue "That was… amazing"
Y/N chuckled nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, it was"
Realizing the evening had slipped away, Joris looked at his watch and furrowed his brow. "It's getting late, Yn. I should walk you home, just to make sure nothing happens"
Yn chuckled, appreciating his concern. "That would be nice, Joris"
Hand in hand, they strolled out of the park, the city lights of Monaco beginning to twinkle in the distance. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blossoms and the gentle murmur of their laughter, marking the beginning of a beautiful chapter in their young lives.
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thebearchives · 2 years
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daddy day care | PG10
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PAIRING: dad!pierre gasly x mom!reader
REQUESTED: [X] yes [] no
WORD COUNT: 3.3k
SYNOPSIS: you and charlotte leave your children home with their fathers to go and enjoy a day out. what could possibly go wrong?
WARNINGS: fluff!!!, dad!piarles (need i say more?), piarles banter, kids being kids, french + translations
as always, don't be a ghost reader!
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“are you sure?” you couldn’t hide the worry seeping out of your words, “i can cancel if you want, we could just spend a night in with the leclercs.”
pierre’s hands rubbed up and down your arm in an attempt to soothe you, “mon coeur, we will be fine. you and charlotte have been planning this day out for weeks, you deserve to go out.”
to ease your apprehension, he couldn’t help but crack a joke, “i feel like i should be insulted you think i can’t handle being at home with anthoine.” 
you let him pull you close, resting your forehead just under his collarbone. you couldn’t help but feel guilty, “it’s not like that, i promise. i’ve just never been away from him for this long.”
pierre squeezed you into a soft hug, “i know, ange. we’ll be fine, though. really.”
you felt small hands wrap around your leg, and a small voice called out from beneath you two, “maman! tenez-moi!” hold me!
you opened your eyes to see your mini blue-eyed devil staring up at you, hands tugging on your pants. you felt all your worries melt away, a smile replacing your earlier frown as you pulled away from pierre to pick him up.
“you’re getting to be quite the big boy, twannie, i don’t know if i can hold you anymore.” you teased the four year old in your arms. the younger boy looked rather confused, looking over at his father for some help.
“ta maman se fait vieille,” pierre couldn’t help but laugh when not one, but two hands swatted his chest, one significantly smaller than the other. your mommy is getting old.
anthoine wrapped his arms around your neck, a pout on his lips, “maman est petite! vous êtes vieux!” mommy is small! you are old!
you giggled at his words, and the shocked look on pierre’s face, planting a kiss on your son’s head, “merci, mon grand. et c'est jeune, pas petit.” thank you, big man. and it’s young, not small.
the boy in your arms basked in your affection, “maman est jeune!” mommy is young!
pierre tsked, hands reaching out to take his son out of your arms, “look at what you’ve done, y/n.”
“tu as passé trop de temps avec maman,” he frowned at anthoine, who giggled and tried to unfurrow his father’s eyebrows. you've been spending too much time with mommy. 
“papa n'est pas vieux,” daddy is not old, pierre turned to you with a pout, “what are you telling him? i’m only a few months older than you!”
anthoine grabbed his father’s cheeks, turning pierre towards him, “papa! je ne comprends pas.” i don’t understand.
before anthoine was born, pierre and yourself had decided that you would raise him up to be fluent in french, before integrating english into his day-to-day life when he began school. pierre had been the one to bring up the idea, and after four years of pierre blurting out the most inappropriate sentences in front of your unassuming son, you could easily tell why.
you smirked, “papa dit qu'il est beaucoup plus âgé que maman.” daddy said he's much older than mommy.
pierre rolled his eyes and grumbled, “i’ve had it with you. you need to leave so i can unbrainwash our child.”
anthoine’s pout intensified and you cooed. he was so much like pierre it was entirely unfair. 
“twannie, papa est jaloux que tu sois le petit garçon de maman.” daddy is jealous that you're mommy's little boy.
anthoine gasped, turning around to wrap his arms around pierre’s neck, “c'est bon, papa! je t'aime aussi. je peux être le petit garçon de maman et de papa!” it’s okay, daddy! i love you, too. i can be both mommy and daddy's little boy!”
pierre’s expression was utterly soft, his eyes filled with adoration for the little boy in his arms, “te t'aime plus que tu ne le penses, mon petit coeur.” i love you more than you know, my little heart.
the beautiful moment was interrupted by the doorbell chiming.
anthoine gasped, kicking his legs as a sign to be let down, “juliette est là, papa!” juliette is here, daddy!
you followed the speedy four-year-old to the door, moving him aside to open the door. on your porch stood a pierre’s best friend, his wife, and a little girl. juliette leclerc.
said girl exclaimed loudly when she saw your son, “tony!”
“jules!” 
the two met in the middle, arms wrapped around each other as greeting. your son pulled back first, intertwining his hand with juliette’s before tugging her further into the house.
“mon dieu, they’re like two peas in a pod,” charles shook his head at the two kids before giving you a smile and a hug, “nice to see you again, y/n.”
“likewise,” you returned the hug, “and don’t act like you and pierre aren’t the same.”
charlotte stepped inside the house, giving you a quick hug and greeting, “yeah, you two are just as bad, if not worse.”
“yeah, yeah. if it weren’t for us, you two wouldn’t be the best of friends either.” pierre came around, giving the couple a nice welcome, “come on in, guys.”
in the living room, the two four year olds had already pulled out all of anthoine’s blocks, building a large building.
“papa, look!” juliette had all but shrieked when she saw charles walk through the corridor, “regardez ici, c'est un podium!” look here, it’s a podium!
unlike pierre and yourself, the leclercs had decided to integrate some english into little juliette’s vocabulary, but with the amount of french-speakers in her life, she tended to only speak in french.
“wow, ça a l'air tellement vrai! est-ce que ma voiture va être sur le toit?" charles gasped to entertain both kids. wow, that looks so real! is my car going to be on the top?
anthoine shook his head, pointing at the alpha tauri car held in juliette’s hand, “non, tonton ferrari! c'est papa! il est le plus rapide de tous!” no, uncle ferrari! it’s daddy! he’s the fastest of them all!
initially, charles had been dubbed “tonton char”, until anthoine found out that his aunt was “tatie char” and felt that they both deserved to not have to share the same name. since then, charles became “tonton ferrari” and honestly, the monégasque couldn’t have been happier to be called as such.
“papa?” charles was flabbergasted, “mais, anthoine, tonton ferrari est tellement plus rapide! il conduit une ferrari!” but, anthoine, uncle ferrari is so much faster! he drives a ferrari!
“papa, tonton pierre is super fast! très rapide!” juliette took the car in her hands and pretended to drive it in the air, ultimately stopping at the top step of the podium.
charles gave pierre a dirty look, the frenchman smiling smugly, “you’ve brainwashed my daughter.”
“she’s just got good taste, charles.”
before the two adult children could start arguing, charlotte clapped her hands, “alright. so, y/n are you ready to go?”
you couldn’t stop your eyes from trailing to pierre, who nodded his head and threw a thumbs up. you took a deep breath before turning back to charlotte and gave her a curt nod, “yeah, i just need to go grab my bag and jacket from my room,” you smoothed out your outfit, “this is fine, right?”
“more than perfect. you’re the hottest mama!” she threw you a wink and you laughed when you heard pierre pipe up with a damn right, she is! 
with your jacket on and bag over your shoulder, you kneeled down next to the two kids playing, calling anthoine over. on the other side, charlotte did the same with juliette.
you fixed anthoine’s shirt and hair, “maman s'en va, d’accord? je vais passer un peu de temps avec ta tatie char,” you gave him a soft smile. mommy is heading out, okay? i'm gonna go spend some time with your auntie char. 
“vous partez?” his lips slipped into a pout, hands reaching out to play with the button of your jacket. you’re leaving?
“oui, mais tu seras ici avec papa, tonton ferrari et jules,” you lightly pulled his hands away and gave them a squeeze, “tu vas t'amuser comme un fou!” yes, but you will be here with daddy, uncle ferrari and jules…you will have so much fun!
“je peux vous appeler si vous me manquez?” can i call you if i miss you?
you couldn’t help the soft coo that escaped your lips, “bien sûr, tu peux m'appeler quand tu veux.” of course, you can call me whenever you want.
anthoine had always been rather attached to you, seeing as you two would spend a lot of time at home together while pierre would be out for his work. you and pierre had been working on his separation anxiety little by little, and he had gotten a lot better, but as pierre would softly smile and say, “anthoine loves his maman a lot, he wants to be with her all the time. just like papa.”
and so, with a kiss on the cheek from anthoine, and one on the lips from pierre, you were off, getting into the car with charlotte to enjoy a day out.
at home, pierre and charles gave each other a look.
“well, let’s hope this is easy.” charles sighed, heading straight to the gaslys kitchen, “did you by any chance stock up on those pudding cups that anthoine eats? they’re really good.”
“that anthoine eats?” pierre scoffed, following charles into the kitchen, “you singlehandedly finish every pack we buy. tony eats only like, one a week.”
charles stared at him expectantly and pierre sighed, “top left cupboard, next to the pantry.”
“you’re saying that this delicious, processed cup of sugar,” charles took a big bite of the pudding, “tony only eats once a week?”
pierre nodded, “sometimes, not even.”
charles gaped, and pierre groaned, “close your mouth, c'est nauséabond.” that’s nauseating.
“i’m sorry, how does anthoine exist without this?”
 “same way juliette does,” pierre sat down next to charles.
“but that’s only because charlotte doesn’t let me buy anything for jules,” charles waved his empty spoon in the air, “something about organic and healthy food; no processed sugars, that sort of stuff.”
“who do you think told y/n about that stuff?” pierre smirked, “but y/n is less hard on the healthy eating than charlotte is. she says that we weren’t held on that strict of diets and we turned out fine.”
charles laughed, “her? sure. but you? you are anything but fine.”
pierre smacked charles’ head, “don’t forget that both jules and tony think i’m faster than you. i wonder why?”
charles’ face instantly dropped, “it’s all because of that day we left her over at yours. i can’t believe you would teach a kid lies like that.”
“oh, shut up,” pierre rolled his eyes, “it’s not a lie, i am better than you. who started in f1 first?”
it was charles’ turn to roll his eyes, “that’s because you’re old.”
“papa! maman says it’s not nice to talk about ages!” juliette walked into the kitchen with anthoine trailing behind her, tugging on her dress as if asking her to translate. she turned towards him, “mon papa a appelé ton papa vieux!” my daddy called your daddy old!
it was as if a lightbulb went on his head, “papa est vieux!” anthoine continued, “même maman le dit.” daddy is old!...even mommy said so.
charles laughed loudy, and the younger leclerc looking visibly confused. her mother had never prepared her for such a situation. next to the older leclerc, pierre visibly slumped, head coming down to rest against the cool counter.
“ta maman est très intelligente,” charles leaned over to ruffle the young gasly’s hair. your mommy is very smart.
anthoine smiled widely before turning to his dad, “papa, jules et moi avons faim.” jules and i are hungry.
juliette nodded hurriedly, “si affamés que nous pourrions mourir!” so hungry we could die!
charles pulled juliette up into his lap while pierre got out of his seat and placed anthoine on it instead, “nous ne voudrions pas ça maintenant, n'est-ce pas?” we wouldn't want that now, would we?
both kids shook their heads, giggling behind their tiny hands. 
pierre searched through the kitchen, unsure what to feed the kids, “qu'est-ce que vous voulez manger?” what would you guys like to eat?
anthoine bounced in his seat, “spaghetti!”
“yeah! yummy spaghetti,” she turned to her father, “on peut avoir celui que tatie y/n a fait?” can we have the one auntie y/n made?
charles looked at pierre who pulled his phone out, “well, can we?”
pierre held up a finger, holding his phone up to his ear, “hey! hi, amour…no, no! everything is fine…well, you see the kids are hungry an-...no, i didn’t…but jules said she wants the spaghetti you make…then what do i do now?”
charles watched pierre in amusement, his everchanging facial expressions making him chuckle lightly.
“alright,” pierre put his phone back into his pocket, “je viens de parler à la maman de tony et elle a dit spaghetti pour le dîner, pas pour le déjeuner.” i just talked to tony's mama and she said spaghetti for dinner, not for lunch.
both kids slumped down in their seats and pierre opened the fridge, “alors, à la place, pourquoi pas des sandwiches?” so, instead, how about we have sandwiches?
“okay, can we play until you are done making the sandwiches?” jules asked, already moving to get off her father’s lap.
charles laughed, “okay, but come when we call you okay?”
anthoine copied his friend’s movements, nodding–though he didn’t understand a thing–before running off with the leclerc girl.
“he did not have a single clue what i just said,” charles threw away his pudding cup.
pierre nodded, “nope, but jules will probably explain it to him.”
“do you not forget that he can’t speak english sometimes?” charles grabbed two pieces of bread to make juliette’s sandwich.
“mm, occasionally,” pierre smiled, “but tony always has the cutest face and then goes ‘papa, je ne peux pas vous comprendre!’ and it’s the cutest thing ever. i hate to say it, but sometimes we do it on purpose because his pout is just so adorable.”
charles hummed, “anthoine’s gonna be the biggest heartthrob when he grows up.”
“i mean, he’s already got jules wrapped around his finger,” pierre elbowed charles.
“absolutely not.” charles stopped assembling the sandwich, “if anything, jules has him wrapped around her finger.”
“as if!”
the argument continued on for the rest of the sandwich making process…and the clean up process. by the time the ingredients had been put back, charles and pierre had just barely ceased their banter.
“anthoine! juliette! les sandwichs sont prêts!” the sandwiches are ready!
charles’ helped both kids with washing their hands. while pierre helped them get seated and put their sandwiches in front of them.
the two fathers sat down across from their kids, snacking on their own sandwiches while participating in the discourse between their children.
not long after, the kids had migrated to playing outside in the backyard. their plates had long since been abandoned, bread crusts and crumbs littering the colourful plastic. pierre had tried so hard to convince the two to eat the crusts but lost the battle.
the frenchman, alongside the monégasque, moved to the outside as well, monitoring their children as they went up and down the slide, and played with their cars. conversation flowed smoothly between the two, bouncing from one topic to the next.
after a few bathroom breaks and trips to the kitchen for some water, the youngest pair of best friends retired to anthoine’s room, bored of the sun and playground outside. 
“they’re so energetic when they’re together.” pierre groaned, head tossed back in exhaustion.
“they’re four,” charles retorted, nearly in the same position as the frenchman, “i can’t help but feel bad for our mums. we were probably just as bad.”
“yeah, but we weren’t four. we were at least seven and higher,” pierre yawned.
“you were seven. i was six. you’re old,” charles laughed when pierre’s hand blindly tried to hit his arm.
“i’m sick of you and y/n calling me old. you’ve got my son doing it, too. what has the world come to?” 
charles’ laughs grew louder as pierre complained, never not basking in his friend’s misery, “you’ll live…”
“oh, for fuck’s sake,” pierre huffed, “do not make another old joke. i will literally kick you out.”
before charles could get a word out, juliette came running back out, anthoine hot on her tail.
“papa! papa!” she grabbed her father’s arm and shook it hard.
charles winced, pulling his arm away from her hands and instead grasping her hands in his, “on ne secoue pas les gens comme ça, juli.” you don't shake people like that, juli.
she stopped, a pout on her face, “okay, but papa, guess what! devinez quoi!”
charles hummed, “je ne sais pas. pourquoi tu ne me le dis pas?” i don’t know. why don’t you tell me?
the girl shook her head, “no, vous devez deviner,” she turned to pierre, “tonton pierre! vouz devinez!” you have to guess…uncle pierre! you guess!
the frenchman made a show of thinking by rubbing his chin, “hmm, tu as mangé tout ton pain?” you ate all your bread?
anthoine giggled, “non! papa, c'était si mal!” that was so wrong!
pierre abruptly rose, grabbing anthoine and hoisting him into the air, shrieks of laughter erupting from him, “une mauvaise estimation? comment osez-vous!” a bad guess? how dare you!
juliette looked at charles expectantly. charles scratched his chin, stumped, “vous avez cassé quelque chose?” did you guys break something?
juliette stomped her small foot, “no! you guys are so bad at guessing.”
she moved towards anthoine, who had just been placed back on the ground, and pulled him in front of her dad, “anthoine a dit que nous aurons un mariage!” anthoine said we will have a wedding!
charles choked on his spit, and pierre’s eyebrows raised at his son. 
anthoine nodded, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “je vais épouser jules! tout comme toi et maman, et tonton et tatie!” i’m going to marry jules! just like you and mommy, and uncle and auntie.
“absolutely not,” charles reached over and pushed pierre’s shoulder, “pierre, get your heartbreaker of a son away from my daughter.”
“but papa!” jules frowned, having heard the refusal, “je l'aime et nous allons avoir beaucoup de bébés!” i love him and we’re going to have a lot of babies!
“merde,” charles felt like his heart was going to explode. 
on his left, pierre’s face was turning red from how hard he was holding back laughter. he did not want either kid to think he was laughing at them.
charles chuckled awkwardly, “vous n'êtes pas un peu trop jeunes pour discuter de ça?” aren't you two a bit too young to be discussing this?
“l'amour, c'est l'amour!” anthoine pumped a fist up in the air, “c'est ce que dit maman.” love is love!...that’s what mommy says.
pierre couldn’t help it, the laughter bubbled out of his chest. charles sat next to him, slack-jawed, unable to believe that the gasly boy had proposed to his daughter so soon. he hadn’t even had the chance to tell her no dating until she was thirty.
with the way charles sat there unmoving, pierre decided to do some damage control, chuckles still escaping his lips, “et si on attendait que vos mamans soient rentrées et qu'on puisse en parler?” how about we wait until your moms are home and we can talk about this then?
both children nodded, running back into the house hand-in-hand.
charles placed his head in his hands, and pierre slapped his back, “mon ami, i think we’re going to share the same grandchildren in the future.”
“pierre, je vais devoir vous demander d'arrêter de parler.” i'm going to need you to stop speaking.
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solargeist · 1 month
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hihi fantomatique, peux-tu s'il te plaît dessiner Simpbur pour la Saint-Valentin ? :3 /nf
(I TRIED... SRY I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE... happy valentines ghostly)
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mdrrr je comprends, t'inquiètes !! Il a des chocolatés <3 (il l'a acheté)
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lisaalmeida · 2 months
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Regarde-moi, je ne te demande rien
Quand je te dis que je t’aime, ce n’est pas parce que je te veux, ni parce que je ne peux pas t’avoir, ça n’a rien à voir avec moi.
J’aime ce que tu es, ce que tu fais, les choses que tu dis.
J’ai vu ta gentillesse et ta force, j’ai vu ta cruauté et tes faiblesses.
J’ai vu le meilleur et le pire de toi et je comprends avec une parfaite clarté tout ce que tu es .
Tire ta corde
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cerisep0urrie · 11 months
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✎ using direct object pronouns en français
duolingo section 3 unit 6
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i am listening to you ➪ je vous écoute
i don’t know you ➪ je ne vous connais pas
do you understand me? ➪ tu me comprends ?
do you see me? ➪ tu me vois ?
does she see you everyday? ➪ elle te voit tous les jours ?
we don’t hate you ➪ on ne te déteste pas
we know you well ➪ on te connaît bien
do you love me? ➪ tu m’aimes ?
come see me! ➪ viens me voir !
i’m inviting you ➪ je t’invite
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chifourmi · 2 months
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Bon je viens de recevoir mes résultats alors que je pensais qu'on les recevait le 30, j'ai rien pigé. Je l'ai su grâce à J qui m'a demandé si j'avais réussi. J'ai fait une descente d'organes puis je me suis précipitée dans mes mails. J'ai "réussi", je suis diplômée.
Mais je ne suis même pas contente. J'ai eu 7/20 en économie sociale, ils m'ont accordé la réussite juste parce que j'ai eu 15,5/20 à l'autre (que j'avais beaucoup moins étudié). J'ai trop la haine contre ce prof, j'ai jamais été aussi assidue à un cours, j'ai jamais autant étudié et je me ramasse un 7?? COMMENT c'est possible de réussir ce cours en fait?? Je ne suis même pas fière de moi à cause de ce putain de cours de merde. Et le pire c'est qu'ils mettent que j'ai eu mon diplôme avec "satisfaction", c'est vraiment nul à chier. Je comprends pas pourquoi ils ont besoin de faire une moyenne à la fin et de mettre un mot qui résume super mal tes années. Ça rend heureux que ceux qui ont une distinction et ils se sentent obligés de le dire partout après. Bref je suis trop énervée je déteste le système scolaire du début à la fin, même le monde du travail c'est nul à chier, on sera jamais tranquille, la vie c'est de la merde bref mdrrrr sinon vous ça va?
(26/01/2024)
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jeanchrisosme · 2 months
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Je sais... Je sais comme à l'intérieur tu as mal. Je sais comme parfois tu pleures sans que personne ne le sache. Je sais que tu vis dans la peur d'être jugé. Je sais comme tu attends depuis longtemps des relations profondes et sincères. Je sais comme une parole peut t'impacter telle une balle qui vient trouer ton coeur. Je sais comme dans ce monde tu as déjà beaucoup souffert. Je sais que tu as toujours beaucoup donné, voir trop au point même de ne plus savoir qui tu es. Je sais comme certains, certaines ont cherchés à éteindre ta lumière. Je sais comme tu penses depuis si longtemps que tu seras seul ici toute ta vie. Je sais comme tu es émotionnellement épuisé. Je sais que parfois tu es fatigué de te battre. Je sais comme parfois tu tournes ton regard vers le ciel, implorant de l'aide, qu'on vienne te libérer. Je sais à quel point on a cherché à te changer. Je sais comme on t'a maltraité, comme chaque cellule et chaque parcelle de ton corps ont été fracassées. Je sais qu'il est difficile pour toi de trouver ta place et ta voix. Je sais que tu as peur de souffrir encore. Je sais que tu restes seul parce que tu as peur que personne ne te comprenne et ne t'accueille tel que tu es. Je sais que tu ne comprends pas pourquoi toi tu fais tout avec le coeur et pourquoi les autres pas. Je sais cette profonde solitude qui vit en toi. Je sais comme tes émotions parfois t'étouffent et te donnent mal au ventre. Je sais comme tu étouffes quand il y a trop de monde dans la pièce ou là dehors. Je sais comme tu aimes aider parfois même au détriment de ton énergie. Je sais comme tu n'oses même plus parler par peur qu'on vienne casser tes rêves. Moi voilà ce que je vois en toi... Je vois ta force de faire face à tant de choses et pourtant être encore en vie ici. Je te vois reconnaître le bon chez les gens et crois moi ce n'est pas donné à tout le monde. Je vois ta lumière, ta capacité d'amour et de pardon. Je te vois inchangé, aligné dans ta bonté quand beaucoup d'autres aurait déjà basculé dans l'obscurité à faire souffrir pour se venger. Je te vois comme fédérant et incarnant ce dont ce monde à le plus besoin. Je vois ton coeur pur et loyal. Je te vois capable d'affronter tous les combats que la vie te donnera, je ne vois pas un seul mal dont tu ne te relèverais pas. Je vois ta foi inébranlable et pourquoi tu mènes tes combats. Je vois comme tu ressens la vérité derrière les mots et les émotions des autres qui te rendent solidaire. Je vois comme ta sensibilité révèle ta qualité d'être. Je vois comme tes pleurs transpirent de vérité. Je vois comme tu pétilles et rayonnes quand tu acceptes simplement qui tu es sans ne plus mener de combat avec toi même. Et quand parfois tu penseras marcher seul, remets en toi à moi et aie confiance en toi.
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gerard-menjoui · 4 months
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Rant et plagiat
Je ne serais pas surpris si ce tumblr devenait un tumblr de plainte...
Je pense que je peux affirmer sans trop trembler des genoux que je suis assez compréhensif. Mon personnage ne convient pas pour un pl ? Y'a pas de soucis. On a un rp et maon partenaire veut arrêter ? Changer de ship ? Changer de rp ? Y'a pas de soucis. Si on m'en parle, la réponse sera toujours "y'a pas de soucis". Toujours. Je ne discute jamais les refus.
Cela dit, faut quand même pas me prendre pour un con.
J'ai fait l'erreur d'envoyer un mp à quelqu'un sur un forum qui disait -en gros- : "hey, j'adore ton personnage, j'ai cette idée de DC, ça te dit un lien?"
Pas de réponse (bon, en soi je comprends, parfois moi aussi j'oublie de répondre et puis même, t'as pas envie de me répondre, je comprends aussi)
MAIS
Voir mon idée de DC avec certains passages repris mot pour mot dans un PL du dit membre en question avec EN PLUS le même lien que je lui proposais avec son perso ??? Là va falloir m'expliquer le but
(J'ai évidemment envoyé un mp au staff du forum qui m'a en gros répondu qu'ils préféraient croire le membre et que j'aurais très bien pu trafiquer un mp -c'est vrai que j'ai que ça à foutre-), je suis parti du fo dans la journée )
-Ce qui me fait rire c'est que, sur PRD, quand la fondatrice propose le forum dans la catégorie "recherche de forums", elle se prend souvent des réflexions de personnes racontant être passées sur le forum et avoir vécu de mauvaises expériences et elle ose encore faire la surprise...-
Bref, c'est tout pour moi
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pommunist · 5 days
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En vrai Quackity le gars il a utilisé la strat habituelle des streamers quand t'as un drama, qui est le "je savais pas uwu je suis un pauvre choupinou tout aussi victime que vous" mais ça marche pas dans cette situation en fait... (Après on pourrait faire tout un truc sur les streamers qui découvrent que leurs potes sont chelous comme par hasard quand ça sort publiquement alors que bon... m'ouais, mais c'est un autre sujet.) Pour le coup là c'est sa boîte, tu peux pas juste dire "oui mais vous voyez j'ai créé une entreprise qui porte mon nom, qui publie des truc en ligne pour moi, qui utilise mon logo et dont je suis trop fier, mais euh en vrai je sais pas ce qu'ils font lol". Il y a un moment, tu peux faire l'autruche mais ton entreprise=ta responsabilité. S'il voulait pas qu'ils fassent de la merde, il fallait qu'il supervise le bordel, et là déso mais le gars est fautif, même si c'est par négligence (ce qui est limite pire parce que quand on voit le manque de comm, il peut faire des excuses publiques tant qu'il veut personne pourra me convaincre qu'il en avait quoique ce soit à foutre des conditions de travail ou du bien-être de ses employés ptdr)
Un autre truc c'est le côté limite insultant du type qui fait un petit gameshow sympatoche avec les copains alors que ça fais trois semaines qu'il a balancé un "oui oui je règle les problèmes" et que... bah rien. Il a rien fait pour ses employés? Pas un mot pour l'admin de Pomme, ce serait bien de se pencher sur ça au lieu de jouer à minecraft mon gars? J'ai l'impression que si tu ouvre un dico, tu vois sa photo quant tu trouve les mots "foutage de gueule".
On est bien d’accord. Même si on laisse le bénéfice du doute et qu’on admet qu’il était au courant de rien (perso je veux bien le croire là dessus), il reste le problème de la négligence.
Désolée t’es le patron d’une boîte à ton nom, tout est à ton image et tu ne te tiens ABSOLUMENT PAS au courant de ce qu’il se passe en coulisses ? Pour ce qui est « lore » on va dire je comprends qu’il veuille pas s’immiscer dedans car c’est aussi un joueur mais pour tout ce qui est des conditions de travail de ses employés, de leur rémunération ? C’est pas excusable.
En plus faut pas oublier que de ce qu’on sait c’est lui qui finance beaucoup de chose et il sait jamais demandé comment c’était possible que ça lui revienne si peu cher toutes ces personnes fournissant autant d’heures de taf pour sa boîte ?
« Non mais il est jeune c’est son première projet blabla » alors OUI mais dans ce cas si t’es pas sur d’être capable de gérer un truc de l’envergure du QSMP comme on l’a connu pendant 10 mois revoie les choses à la baisse ? Le projet aurait eu du succès même en étant un peu moins ambitieux.
Et quand tu découvres que ta négligence en tant que boss a donné lieu à des abus comme ça dsl mais tu devrais te donner à fond pour essayer de corriger ça au mieux. Je vais pas me répéter sur le manque de com parce que j’en ai beaucoup parlé déjà mais lancer le dialogue avec les admins aurait du être la première étape.
Pour le game show je vais pas trop rager car c’était sûrement prévu pour le Tubbathon depuis longtemps (pour les awards par contre j’ai bien la rage)
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