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bitterkarella · 7 months

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JK Rowling: hello children Rowling: i want you to sssay hello to Rowling: graham lineham Lineham: [wearing foil hat] free masons run the country Rowling: he'sss got sssome great ideasss you should hear

Poe: joanne you don't need to bring him here Poe: like, you really don't Rowling: he hass thingsss to sssay and you're ALL going to hear them Poe: this is really kind of off topic for us here Rowling: EVERYONE will hear them

Rowling: ssssee, yearsss ago i disssmisssed graham lineham'ssss babble as the bad opticsss ravingsss of a lunatic Rowling: but now that the overton window hass sshifted Rowling: i'm proud to sssay thessse bad opticsss ravingsss are quite good actually!

Rowling: go ahead, graham, tell them what you told me Lineham: trans people produce no great films, no music, no art Lineham: they're incapable of doing this basic human thing because they're subhuman Lineham: untermensch, if you will Rowling: isssn't he great?

Lineham: trans books are always universally panned because of their incoherence Billy Martin: Hailey Piper: Eve Harms: Gretchen Felker-Martin: Joe Koch: M. Lopes da Silva: Arden Powell: Lor Gislason: Julya Oui: LC von Hessen: GE Woods: Michelle Belanger: Rain Corbyn: SA Chant:

FT Catulla: Viktor Athelstan: Meagan Hotz: Ziggy Schutz: Rose Sable: WN Derring-Judith: Charles Maria Tor: Devaki Devay: Dayna Ingram: Ori Jay: Ai Burton: Gabriel Valentine: Cosmin-Mihai Birsan: Jei D Marcade: Rhiannon Rasmussen: Max Turner: Taylor J Pitts: Vincent Endwell:

Bri Crozier: Theo Hendrie: Derek des Anges: Briar Ripley Page: Winter Holmes: gaast: Maya Deane: Charles-Elizabeth Boyles: Layne van Rensburg: Amanda M Blake: May Leitz: Alison Rumfitt: Rivers Solomon: Lillian Boyd: Torrey Peters: Taliesin Neith: Daniel M. Lavery: Joss Lake: Aubrey Wood: Jonah Wu:

Daphne du Maurier: Patricia Highsmith: Franz Kafka: Kafka: wait Kafka: why did the camera pan to me

Barker: oh you know why haha Poe: clive Kafka: why Kafka: [hugging blåhaj] i don't know what you mean

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soranihimawari · 5 months

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120 beats per minute

word count: tbd

pairing: reader x osamu// reader x atsumu

rating: t/m for lor love triangles and sibling violence

it's a funny thing, love. this emotion causes joy, anger, anxiety, so why does your best friend's brother stand before you with a soft smile. a warmth radiating off of him when his hazel graham cracker eyes which match his hair dye chooses to take you in, disheveled hair and all, and spots someone who deserves this sort of rendezvous too. miya atsumu is out of breath and has such a cross expression like he's about to go off on you for no reason, but his words fail him the moment you leap into his arms and he catches you.

ok, maybe if we start at the beginning, you'll completely understand why he's there at your house in an unholy hour of two in the morning.

[[twelve hours ago]]

you leave school in the sunshine afternoon of a day. there is a letter that falls into your school bag. a girl friend of yours invites you the karaoke club. what you didn't know was it was going to be a club building exercise between a few single guys from the volleyball club and your jazz band club. your best friend, the one whom you've been claimed to be inseparable since you were seven. imagine the look on your face when you see him canoodling up to one of the other girls in the group at the couch in the karaoke room. it's your turn to sing and you sing" la vie en rose" in a shaky voice. your eyes don't leave the spot on the couch when the girl from your group stakes her claim on with your best friend's lips. if there is a moment in time your best friend could hear your heart snap it must be the equivalent when your microphone drops to the cushion in the crescendo of the song. you rush out, no word or excuse of an apology. the boys sort of cheer on their teammate's liplocked confession, but two people in the room, your girl friend and one other teammate raises their brow.

you're home when your friends the girl who had invited you and the other teammate decides to text you together. both of them are apologizing saying that you didn't deserve it. they comfort you in their empathetic facetime call with you.

"y'know until that hussy kissed 'samu-kun, i thought he was gonna sit next to you," your girl friend from class nods.

"yeah, yeah!" a miya with blonde hair says. he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of the nose. "my brother is a bit of an oblivious dolt."

"a bit?! my closest friend these past three years whom you've quite literally grew up with yn-san and your brother locking lips with the biggest slut of the year!"

"guys, guys," you sound a little defeated about it. "it's ok. 'm sure 'samu liked her too."

you speak no more of this incident, rather after your friend hangs up first, the older twin brother of the young man you learned to like, suggests something gnarly.

"i like you, why not date me instead?" he's still on facetime and he hears you sniffle once, then twice, then he calmly expresses his brother might be an idiot, but for what it's worth: "i can be greedy too."

"but that's not fair to you," you say, all ounce of rationality makes your heart stutter a bit.

"osamu's an idiot," atsumu retorts. "how can he possibly not adore you?...and in case you've forgotten, yn, i've known you for the same amount of time--i've loved you for longer, trust me. i'm on your side. i just want you to win."

you say nothing as you let atsumu's words both stun and linger in your mind. it stirs something ancient in your wounded heart and immediately, flashbacks of your childhood with the twins play in realtime. for every scrape, ouchie at recess, every tear his brother had by proxy caused, atsumu was there bandaging you up with neosporin, giving you a piggy-back ride home from the playground, made you laugh by inserting jellybeans on his canines on halloween thus chasing you until you fall in his room side by side with him laughing into the night. love, you realize is a double edge of sword.

come the weekend after the karaoke mess, osamu and atsumu are rumoured to have an awful fight in the gym locker room. apparently the rumor was atsumu cornered his brother and charged him the crime of breaking your heart and soiled your self-pride. suna has it recorded the moment aran and kita walk in to the twins being pulled apart. osamu has as bloodied nose and atsumu has a busted lip:

"at least i was honest with my feelings ya scrub! how could you not know?!" atsumu's voice is quieter, angrier.

osamu shakes his head. "how can i when ya always make 'em smile?!"

the twins fought about twelve hours ago, but without warning, you awake to a rapping at your front door. the blue light of the netflix show you were watching were now adding an ethereal glow behind you. your box of tissues after watching the latest episode of a popular k-drama your cousins turned you to for heartbreak. you heard a familiar harsh, yet gentle voice you recognize as belonging to atsumu.

neither of you say anything as you pull back the door further, only to glance at him all aglow with a thin layer of sweat in the cool autumn night. it's a funny thing, love. this emotion causes joy, anger, anxiety, so why does your best friend's brother stand before you with a soft smile. he doesn't even speak your name, yet those memories from earlier replay in your heart of hearts you throw yourself at him and his arms hold you closer to him.

"hi sweetheart," his voice is breathy and deep.

"s'late," you whisper against his skin before he puts you back down to the concrete again.

"i know, but i needed to see you."

"want to come in?"

"maybe some other time," he plays with your hand before raising it to his face, which turns into you cupping his cheek until his breath catches up to him. he breathes normally for a few moments, he tells you about the fight word for word.

"are you alright?" your concerned worried eyes search his face for more minor injuries before you relent after he assures you, he's fine.

"jus' my lip is all," he chortles a little. "what's that pout for?"

you shake your head before standing on your toes to have your lips press against his. you don't have an explanation why you kissed him so when you pull away, his cheeks are a soft hue in the moonlight.

"'m sorry, did that hurt?" you ask and before you could receive an answer, the boy ahead of you smashes his lips on yours.

your hand on his face slides down to his chest, clutching the fabric of his pajama shirt the more you let him kiss you; his hand on your waist, the other cupping the back of your head, he leads you into opening your mouth a little more when he runs his tongues over the grooves of your lips. you gasp a little when you taste the mint of his toothpaste and he licks the salt on the corner of your lips from the tears you cried watching another kdrama recommendation (he knows your routine when something heartbreaking happens in your life).

it's two in the morning, you and miya atsumu have since declared that the hour is meant for the romantics whose heart beats quickly rise to 120 bpm.

[[bonus scene]]

you wake on the couch when you feel atsumu's hand brush back your bangs to tuck them behind your ear. it's a strange habit he developed over the years ever since the autumn of your second year.

"morning sweetheart," his hard g's at the ends of his words still cause your heart to flutter.

you, on the other hand, turn to smile at him from where you slept. someone else pitter patters up to you both, the reason why you slept on the couch in the first place and the reason why you have a row in your fridge dedicated to juice boxes.

"papa, why's da ray o' sunshine on our couch?"

"because," you speak up, stifling a yawn. "ya little gremlin took over my side of the bed!"

the kid runs after you made a monstrous, playful growl, and for what it's worth, the faux blonde who gets to witness this exchange the morning after coming back from an away trip with his team, just counts his lucky stars you answered your door that night. laughter fills the halls and they reach an all-time high with atsumu walking to see you scoop up the proof you two have of your love. the tyke holding on to you saying that they were sorry in between the giggles and kisses you give them; your lover in the doorway leans against it, swears he’s never had his heart this full.

“atsumu, c’mere,” you beckon him as the kid settles down and you maneuver your hold on the child to have them on your hip. with your free hand you smile at him when you trace over that small scar on his lip now nearly a decade old. you and osamu might have made up at the wedding shower, but knowing you were always going to wind up a ‘miya’ was predicted by your family and theirs. the kicker was when you stood in front of atsumu since everyone swore osamu was never going to let you go, but he did. that’s the funny thing falling for both siblings at different stages of your life: osamu was more of a puppy-love, yet atsumu, who seemed to glow like a solar flare, set your soul ablaze with the chemistry he provided you.

currently, atsumu stills breathing ahead of you, pressing his lips on the pad of your fingers before your shared child hides his face in your neck declaring: “papa! just kiss the monster and make ‘em pwetty again! ah miss sunshine!”

a chuckle is heard from you before atsumu kisses you quietly matching his lips to yours on this delightful morning.

you whisper, “i love you, g’morning.”

he in turn, tilts your face up again lingering his lips over yours before humming a quiet, “i love you and i will always remind you how you shine like starlight.”

you took a leap of faith when you kissed him at seventeen years old and now? now, the future has been bright ever since.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #miya twins! x reader #reader x oblivious!osamu #atsumu x reader

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chic-a-gigot · 5 months

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La Mode nationale, no. 48, 1 décembre 1900, Paris. Nos. 2, 3, 4 et 5. — Globe en roses lumineuses. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Nos. 2, 3, 4 et 5. — Globe en roses lumineuses. — Ce modèle est destiné à l'éclairage; on peut le suspendre aux arbres, dans les allées, vestibules, à une corniche, à une lampe, partout enfin où il peut produire bon effet. La taille est de moyenne proportion; cependant si on veut l'agrandir et faire grosse lanterne, rien ne sera plus facile lors de la fabrication de la carcasse, qui se fait en fil de laiton recouverte de tulle ou de mousseline raide sur toute sa surface et à l'une des extrémités — celle du bas. — Ce tulle se bâtit à grands points sur les fils de laiton. Lorsque la préparation est terminée, il faut tailler des pétales de rose sur les tailles données dans l'intérieur des dessins. Il serait bon même de grandir un peu les proportions données et les établir sur des bandes de mousseline de soie assorties.

Lorsque les bandes ont tailladées, on griffe les bandes à dents pointues; quant aux deux autres bandes, les pétales doivent être roulés, puis renversés d'un côté. Une seule bande griffée suffit par rose, mais il faut deux bandes au moins des deux autres numéros. Lorsqu'elles sont ainsi préparées, on fait un petit crochet à un fil de laiton un peu fort, on l'entre dans la marge de l'étoffe; puis, appuyant ce fil de fer entre le pouce et l'index, on tourne la première bande autour de ce doigt comme dans le premier détail; puis une partie de la bande roulée; on rapproche le majeur, et la bande vient à son tour l'envelopper et s'enrouler à la fois sur les deux doigts comme dans le deuxième détail.

L'étoffe doit être serrée du bas, aller légèrement en descendant, pour que l'épanouissement de la rose soit bien réussi. On retire ses doigts et l'on fronce en même temps le bas de ces bandes, de façon à le bien attacher autour de la tige, comme dans le troisième détail. On termine en attachant deux longs brins de laiton que l'on fixe sur le cercle en commençant par le haut. Les roses sont assez rapprochées les unes des autres pour ne pas laisser de vide et toujours en cercle. Ce travail pourra être fait par dessus un globe en verre si l'on désire l'adapter à une lampe ou bien suspendre dans l'intérieur de la carcasse une petite monture en fil de laiton, qui soutiendra un verre étroit dans lequel on mettra de l'huile et une veilleuse bien éclairante.

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Nos. 2, 3, 4 and 5. — Globe in luminous roses. — This model is intended for lighting; it can be hung from trees, in paths, vestibules, from a cornice, from a lamp, wherever it can produce a good effect. The size is of average proportion; However, if we want to enlarge it and make a big lantern, nothing will be easier when manufacturing the carcass, which is made of brass wire covered with tulle or stiff muslin over its entire surface and at one of the ends. — the one at the bottom. — This tulle is constructed with large points on the brass wires. When the preparation is completed, cut rose petals to the sizes given in the interior of the designs. It would even be good to enlarge the given proportions a little and establish them on matching strips of chiffon.

When the strips have been cut, we scratch the strips with sharp teeth; as for the other two strips, the petals must be rolled, then turned over on one side. A single branded strip is enough per rose, but at least two strips of the other two numbers are required. When they are thus prepared, we make a small hook on a rather strong brass wire, we insert it into the margin of the fabric; then, pressing this iron wire between the thumb and the index finger, we turn the first strip around this finger as in the first detail; then part of the rolled strip; we bring the middle finger together, and the band in turn wraps it and wraps around both fingers as in the second detail.

The fabric must be tight from the bottom, going slightly downwards, so that the flowering of the rose is successful. We remove our fingers and at the same time we france the bottom of these strips, so as to attach it well around the stem, as in the third detail. We finish by attaching two long strands of brass which we fix on the circle starting at the top. The roses are close enough to each other so as not to leave any gaps and always in a circle. This work can be done over a glass globe if you wish to adapt it to a lamp or else suspend in the interior of the carcass a small brass wire frame, which will support a narrow glass in which you will put oil and a bright night light.

#La Mode nationale #20th century #1900s #1900 #on this day #December 1 #periodical #decoration #craft #fashion #description #bibliothèque nationale de france #flowers

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astragatwo · 8 months

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Rose's birthday today...

#my art #project moon #library of ruina #lor rose #i sketched this when i was abt 2 seconds away from falling asleep at my desk please dont look at this too hard #aauughhghhh my wife...... i love my wife very much and i miss her.......#maybe i should just commit to oc-ifying her . mine now. her other 2 coworkers too #oogugguuhhghh pm is torturing me w/ all the w corp stuff this is so unfair someone has it out for me #this was going to be a bigger pic w/ lesti & sen celebrating w her but im. so tired pretend she's going to go meet them #fanart

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jasontoddssuper · 8 months

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I was feeling sillay and my tism was acting up so i made this!

This is me having fun,people with weird anti-selfship mentalities please just scroll past

Unlike most other sidekicks,Summer Kent wasn't introduced in a run of his mentor to be brought back later.Instead,he premired in his own series in 1983 with the writers purpose with him being to show what it would be like for Clark to take Bruce's route and adopt an orphan to raise them as both his own child and a protege.He gained what were called 'mixed reviews' but in reality was just a mix of love from black,latino,queer and autistic comic fans,female ones especially,and hatred from bigoted ones.Summer has gone through multiple,let's say,'seasonal changes' personality and design wise and this was made to help you read on when,how and why!

Sparks:Secret Origins-The solo series in question!43 solid issues,a great introduction into his character and let's you get a good grip on what he was like as Sparks,as well as his familial relathionships and longest running friendships

The New Teen Titans-A major recurring character in this run due to Dick and Kory's mentorship of him(be warned of secondhand embarrasment when it comes to his self-aware crush on Dick showing and him thinking he's just jealous of Kory when he's actually crushing on her too)

A Death in the Family-For the final interactions between him and Jason before Jason's death

The Last Day of Summer-His accidental death at the hands of Mr Freeze,DC's response to people saying Sparks and Robin don't work without eachother

Ember's Ashes-His ressurection and journey to herohood.70 issues of character development and not a single page was wasted as he grew from an angry,violent and gothic little girl to a bubbly and openly kind young adult with a love for femininity in a transgender way as he realized his genderfluidity.This coming of age tale includes his first relathionship with none other than Rose Wilson,Deathstroke's daughter and the fourth Ravager,which ends on odd but good terms.(See also Death of Superman and Reign of the Supermen as they heavily overlap with this run,including him gaining his kryptonian name as 'Va-El',given to him by a newly ressurected Clark)

Steel(1994)-Same situation as NTT,him being mentored by the protagonist and appearing as a major supporting character as a result

Superboy(1994)-Summer trifels with his greatest battle yet:Being the oldest sister to a teenage boy.Hilarity,sibling and parental angst and bonding ensue in this series,along with Summer teaching Kon-El how to make his way in the world and beating up a couple of predators in the process and him giving him some Kryptonian hybrid powers tips in thanks.Here and in Ember's Ashes is when the rest of the Superkids(Chris/Lor-Zod,Mia/Cir-El and Jon Lane or 'Laney')join the Superfamilia

Young Justice(1998)-44 to 45 and 48 to 55.Pops up in World without Young Justice as otherworld Jason's s/o,a childhood friends to lovers hero/civillian romance,and the gang convinces Kon to get him to tag along as a 'dorky babysistter' as the Boy of Steel put it after seeing how strong he is in action.This is the first time Summer thinks about mentoring younger heroes other than his adoptive siblings

Robin(1993) and Batgirl(2000)-128 to 130 and 26-38 + 53-62.Summer said 'fuck Tim,Jason's MY Robin' before they even met and Stephanie didn't get any better off until them and Cass decided to team up and now they're girl best friends(actually platonic for them and Summer,the regular meaning for Stephcass)

Lost Days-He's on Jason's mind a lot during this run if Jaysumm is your thing

Supergirls-Starring the Superfam girls as an ensemble cast,this rotates between 'Girl Power media that's actually pretty feminist and fun' and 'Weird,weird and MORE weird'(and that adds on to the feminism and fun).This includes a special crossover issue where Summer and Mia get Cassie Sandsmark to re-embrace her butchness

Under The Red Hood-Sparks and Robin finally reunite but not like they expected!Summer is heartbroken at his best friend's new found darkness and wants to save him from it but Jason just wants to patch things up.And they both get what they want in:

Ember/Red Hood-World's...strangest...ROMANCE⁉We get to see this lovebird and loverfang take the first steps to finally getting together in this 29 issue wildride!Much romance,comedy,inner torment and rubbing off on eachother(not like that!!Mind out of the gutter,people!)gets done but sadly no actual kissing

Tiny Titans-Shows up pretty often thanks to being Superman's oldest kid and the second Superkid to debut in canon,usually as an mc and is in a comedic love square with Jason,Eddie and Rose as the center

We are Robin-3-9.Gets very close to the 12 year old Duke Thomas and to his gang to a lesser extent and is the reason he gets adopted by Bruce and made the official 5th Robin(Overlaps with Ember/Red Hood)

The Bird and The Dragon-Mini 13 issue series of him and Damian becoming found siblings and him Damian's first friend(Overlaps with Ember/Red Hood and Batgirl(2009))

Batgirl(2009)-Appears in every other issue so it's best to just read all 60 of them!Many epic black girl friendship momence between Summer and Stephanie + Jason comes in from time to time to cause problems on purpose(and to flirt with Summer)

Red Hood and the Outlaws-Summer finally joins a team and never like he thought he would.Jason's influence on him turned him into a different person again like when they were sidekicks but this time making him into the brightly destructive vigilante Ignite,hated by Metropolis once more for his antiheroics and turning over a new leaf because of it!This 92 issue series brings back familiar faces from Jason and Summer's pasts and tons of new ones,stacked with fantasy elements,trauma,jokes,epic fights,genuine bonding that a good chunk of them don't care to admit to,fanservice that caters to bisexuals and Jaysumm's canonization!But only near the end because ✨drama✨

The lineup for this team is:Jason Todd as Red Hood and briefly a Star Sapphire,Eddie Bloomberg as Red Devil,Rose Wilson as Ravager and eventually Willow,Summer Kent as Ignite,Artemis of Bana-Mighdall simply as 'Artemis',Kyle Rayner as Green Lantern,Pepper Jackson(@moonage-gaydream)as Star Sapphire and Thaddeus Thawne as Inertia.The team technically disbands by the end but they all remain best friends and keep in touch!

Gotham Academy:Second Semester and Gotham Academy/Lumberjanes-Major support once more(and main character in the latter)but this time finally in the mentor role!Maps and he in particular are linked(This is a special tool that will help us later)

All New Teen Titans-Damian's Teen Titans generation has come and their mentors are Jason still as Red Hood,Duke as The Signal,Stephanie freshly new at being Batwoman and Summer as Superman,taking over his Papí's mantle in the meantime as Clark is in a coma from rescuing Jon from Ultraman.Damian's lineup is him(Shadowbird),Maya Ducard(Nobody),Surren Darga(Fang),Jon Kent(Superboy),Nell Little(Batgirl),Maps Mizoguchi(7th Robin),Colin Wilkes(Abuse)and Kathy Branden(Beacon)

Their adventures are much more light-hearted than the Outlaws' but no less impressive and their bonds are all over the place in both bad and good ways and by the end,they've become family(Jason and Summer taking on the 'Team Parents' role and with additional romances in Damimaps,Surnell and Mayakathy).This run is 55 issues and lasts two years in-universe

New Ember Days-An ongoing slice of life epilogue that shows him being as beloved as Clark after going back to Ember,with a slightly adjusted costume(thank Jason for the pink domino mask,same as the black one for Ignite)and eventually comes up to him and Jason having their first bio kid after getting married,a girl named October with a mix of Kryptofang and Lazarus Pit dna and a bright attitude and love for most things.Action is frequent in this one and as always,humor is too

Wayne Family Adventures-He gets passing mentions in the earlier episodes and debuts in Dirty Little Secret,where Damian discovers him and Jason are dating while looking for Jason's weakness and returns in Belonging to comfort Stephanie after a call from her and does the same for Jason in Strong Enough while visiting Wayne Manor,slowly becoming a major recurring character from then on

Dead Sidekicks Force-Completely optional,this is an au that dives into what would've happened if Summer,Jason,Stephanie and Damian got even closer earlier and decided to form the titulary team as based on them being 'Dead Sidekicks' and recruting honorary members as they went along.Similar to the animated Teen Titans adaption in tone and to a lesser extent in artstyle too

That's about it for comics but for animation and video game fans,he also has big roles in the Utrh movie adaption,Ditf 2020,Lego Batman:Family Matters,the aformentioned Teen Titans cartoon(which has Dragon Rose as canon since they're both Dick's age in it and there being no Jason),the Injustice game series and Lego DC Supervillains and will be in season 2 of Batwheels along with Clark and Lois!

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hauntedbystorytelling · 1 year

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Elmer Horton :: "Waiting for Jagger". Spectatrice attendant le début du concert des Rolling Stones lors de l'American tour en 1972.

Wire photo avec marques de recadrages pour la presse. Etats-Unis, 6 juillet 1972 | src Lumiere des roses | other pictures # 19

#elmer horton #lumiere des roses #press photo #rolling stones #1970s #beauty #concert #tour #american tour #censored by tumblr

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chicinsilk · 4 months

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Grace Kelly in a dress designed by Helen Rose at the 28th Academy Awards at the Pantages Theater in Hollywood on March 21, 1956.

Grace Kelly dans une robe dessinée par Helen Rose lors de la 28e cérémonie des Oscars au Pantages Theatre à Hollywood le 21 mars 1956.

#grace kelly #1956 #oscars #hollywood #helen rose #march 1956 #evening gown #robe du soir #american actress #fashion icon

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aetherose · 26 days

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@squidsavior sent: [ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking @ Binah from Librarian Naomi. hi rose lmao

Ordinary Things That Feel Intimate

She is pleasantly surprised at the action taken by Naomi, but that's the keyword; pleasantly. "Thank you." She simply states, before shortly after sipping some of her now refilled tea. "Are you enjoying yourself here today? I must admit, I did not expect someone from Chesed's floor to wish to come have tea with me today." She'd have assumed most of the librarians of his floor to enjoy coffee more than tea.

#&& asks / seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable #&& c. binah / degraded arbiter #squidsavior #&& v. lor / book; librarian; star; and city #&& queue / rose remembered she can queue stuff #hello pocket lmao

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alexar60 · 8 months

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Camille

Mes grands-parents avaient acheté une résidence de vacances du côté de Vannes. Pour la crémaillère, ils avaient invité toute la famille à passer quelques jours. Je devais avoir cinq ans et découvris des cousins que je ne connaissais pas. En fait, il s’agissait surtout des enfants des cousins de ma mère.

Lorsque nous arrivâmes devant la maison, nous vîmes un terrain immense sur lequel se promenaient de nombreuses personnes. On était plus proche du repas de mariage que d’un simple weekend à la campagne. Avec ma sœur, nous nous retrouvâmes au milieu d’une farandole de personnes que nous ne connaissions pas. J’eus le droit à des surprises, des bonjours d’étonnements, des bisous baveux de vieux adultes, des « mais qu’est-ce qu’il a grandi, il n’était pas plus haut que trois pommes la dernière fois qu’on l’a vu ! ». Bref, je n’étais pas à mon aise. Alors, je m’éloignais et pendant que ma sœur était prise en charge par mes cousines, je regardais les cousins jouer ou discuter. Tous étaient plus vieux que moi d’au moins cinq ans. Comme je me sentis exclu, je visitais ce grand terrain. Il y avait des fleurs alignées en cercle ou en carré, des tulipes, des hortensias, des roses et j’en passe. Il y avait des arbres mais aucune branche ne me permettait de grimper dessus. Je marchai lentement sans savoir quoi faire. Je voyais toujours les adultes discuter et les entendais rire. En fait, j’étais le seul à ne pas être réellement ravi d’être en cet endroit.

Avant de faire demi-tour, je vis une petite fille. En apparence, elle était plus vieille de deux ans, peut-être trois. Ses longs cheveux blonds semblaient briller avec un reflet de soleil. Elle lisait assise au milieu d’un cercle de livres ouverts. Elle me sourit avant de dire bonjour. Dès lors, j’approchais tout en rendant son sourire.

Comment t-appelles-tu ? demanda-t-elle.

Alexandre.

Enchantée, moi c’est Camille. Que fais-tu ici ? Tu n’es pas avec les autres en train de jouer ?

Non.

J’étais timide. Même avec une cousine, je restais timide. J’observais les livres. Ils n’avaient aucune image, ne comportant que des textes. J’approchai la tête pour les regarder de plus près lorsqu’elle demanda :

Sais-tu lire ?

Je hochai négativement de la tête. Dès lors, elle me proposa d’approcher et de jouer à la maitresse d’école. Je m’assis à côté d’elle et l’écoutais attentivement cherchant à comprendre le sens des lettres, les mots qu’elle prononçait. Ce n’était pas un exercice facile car je n’arrivai pas à lire parfaitement les lignes qu’elle montrait du doigt. Toutefois, je réussis à retenir quelques mots.

La matinée se passait à écouter Camille faire sa leçon de lecture. Soudain, un appel annonça le repas du midi. Je me levai immédiatement et rejoignis la famille sans m’occuper de Camille. Je n’entendis pas cette dernière courir avec moi. A l’instar des repas de famille, celui-ci fut long et pénible. Je regardai les plats se suivre, j’attendais le suivant. Je restais à la table des enfants écoutant les grands cousins déblatérer des idioties pour se la péter, et les cousines dont les plus petites somnolaient à moitié. Après avoir fait tour visuel du groupe, je ne remarquais pas Camille. Je demandai à Carole, ma cousine la plus proche si elle savait où elle se trouvait. Mais, Carole ne put répondre car elle ne la connaissait pas. Cependant, en sortant de table, elle m’aida à chercher Camille, en vain. Elle questionna les adultes.

Camille ? Chérie, on a une Camille parmi nos petits-enfants ? interrogea mon grand-père.

Non, répondit ma grand-mère. Et dans les petits-neveux non plus.

J’expliquai où je l’avais rencontrée. Ma grand-mère caressa mes cheveux recoiffant la raie au passage. Puis, elle expliqua que des enfants du hameau venaient parfois dans le bois car il n’était pas clôturé. Déçu, je passai le reste du weekend à m’ennuyer.

Durant les vacances suivantes, je revis Camille. Elle était au même endroit à lire. Elle n’avait pas changé et portait une couronne de fleurs sur la tête. Elle me reconnut, me sourit et proposa de me faire une leçon de lecture. Je l’écoutai lire un passage des trois mousquetaires d’Alexandre Dumas. Je ne comprenais rien mais restais captivé par sa façon de parler. Je sentais une douceur enivrante m’envahir, je sentais des papillons chatouiller mon ventre. Il faisait beau et j’étais heureux de la revoir, heureux qu’elle ne m’oublie pas. Je montrais mes prouesses en lecture et regrettais de ne pas avoir de crayon pour montrer que je savais aussi écrire.

Je passais l’après-midi avec Camille, oubliant ma famille, mes parents qui partageaient leur temps avec mes grands-parents. J’oubliais ma sœur qui préférait jouer à la poupée sur la terrasse. Quand ma mère m’appela pour le goûter, je proposai à Camille de venir. Elle refusa préférant se nourrir de connaissances. Je partis lui promettant de revenir avec un morceau de chocolat dans du pain. A mon retour, Camille et ses livres avaient disparu.

Toutefois, elle était présente le lendemain puis le surlendemain. Nous jouions à lire et à écrire car cette fois-ci, j’avais pris du papier. Elle lisait énormément et j’écoutais. Parfois, elle me faisait lire corrigeant quelques mots ou la ponctuation. Elle avait pris une pièce de théâtre. Je ne comprenais rien mais c’était drôle de lire chacun son tour. On se donnait des personnages. Parfois, elle prenait une grosse voix pour parler à la place d’un homme. Le soir, je repartais rejoindre la famille.

Par la suite, je la questionnai sur ses parents, où elle habitait exactement. Elle restait évasive me signalant que sa demeure était complètement noire et humide. Son père était ingénieur. Quant à sa mère, elle ne travaillait pas. Pourtant, elle aurait dû être médecin.

Il y eu une nuit étrange. Je dormais dans la même chambre que ma sœur. Nous avions chacun notre lit. Je fus réveillé par un son bizarre. Je compris qu’il s’agissait du grincement de la porte, à cause d’un courant d’air. Le drap de mon lit se leva et ma sœur s’allongea à côté de moi. Cela arrivait qu’elle fasse des cauchemars. Alors, elle préférait me rejoindre plutôt que de rester seule dans son lit. Enfin, je crus que c’était ma sœur parce que cette nuit, je reconnus le visage de Camille. Elle parla doucement.

Ça ne te dérange pas que je dorme avec toi ? J’ai froid et j’ai peur. Il fait tout noir.

Je laissai mon amie se blottir contre moi. Son corps, ses mains étaient gelées. Je ne l’interrogeais pas sur sa présence dans la maison. Nous dormîmes. Au matin, elle avait disparu. Je me levai seul. Ma sœur était déjà debout. Je descendis à la cuisine et demandai si quelqu’un avait vu Camille partir. On me dévisagea. Mes parents pensèrent que j’avais une copine invisible. Je compris que j’avais rêvé.

Durant l’après-midi, lorsque je revis Camille, toujours au même endroit, je parlais de ce rêve. Elle sourit et baissa la tête. Elle choisit un livre : Alice au pays des merveilles. Dès lors, je restai obnubilé par cette histoire fantastique. J’écoutais la petite fille lire avec passion. Et pour la première fois, je comprenais l’humour dans un récit.

Camille n’était pas là pendant les vacances suivantes. J’avais sept ans. Je passais souvent dans le bois au fond du jardin en espérant la voir, mais je ne voyais que de l’herbe et des arbres. De temps en temps, je m’asseyais ou m’endormais en attendant son retour. Elle n’est jamais revenue. Les années passèrent sans que je n’oublie la petite fille rencontrée au fond du jardin de mes grands-parents. Ce même jardin rétrécissait en vieillissant. Le bois ne semblait pas si grand. Mais le regard de l’adolescent n’est pas celui de l’enfant. De temps en temps, je retournais dans cette petite forêt à me souvenir que j’y avais vécu de très beaux moments. J’imaginai un livre oublié posé sur l’herbe par Camille. Cependant, il n’en fut rien.

Cela faisait vingt ans que je n’avais plus entendu parler de Camille. J’écoutais un documentaire télé sur des enquêtes non résolus. Quelle fut ma surprise que de voir le portrait de Camille entre celui de ses parents. Sa famille était portée disparue dix ans avant notre rencontre. Aussitôt, je suivais l’affaire avec attention. La famille de Camille passait des vacances dans le même hameau où se trouvait la maison secondaire de mes grands-parents. Il y avait bien quelques suspects, seulement personne n’avoua quoi que ce soit. Après une nuit de réflexion à chercher à comprendre pourquoi je l’avais rencontrée, pourquoi je lui avais parlé et pourquoi, elle n’avait pas changé, c‘était surtout ce lieu noir, humide et froid qui m’intriguait. J’appelai dès le matin mon grand-père. Nous discutâmes de cette affaire.

Au fait Papy, tu as déjà pensé à faire sonder le jardin ?

Pourquoi faire ? répondit-il avec une voix étonnée.

C’est presqu’une ferme. Et je me disais qu’il devait peut-être y avoir un puits caché ou quelque-chose comme ça. Une cave ?

Tu sais que ça pourrait être une bonne idée. Un puits m’aiderait pour arroser les fleurs.

Deux mois plus tard, ma mère appela. Elle m’annonça qu’on avait trouvé des corps dans un puits fermé chez ses parents. La maison faisait la une des journaux télé. Effectivement, je reconnus la maison. De nombreux gendarmes encerclaient la demeure. Néanmoins, on pouvait remarquer un groupe de personnes en combinaison blanche en train de marcher vers un trou entre les arbres. Et le lieu du trou était la position exacte où Camille lisait.

Quelque-jours plus tard, je passais voir mes grands-parents. Ils racontèrent la découverte du puits et celle de Camille et de ses parents. Mon patriarche gardait le journal qui expliquait les causes de la mort. Ils avaient été exécutés d’une balle en pleine tête. L’enquête aboutit que c’était en pleine nuit et qu’ils dormaient au moment des faits.

J’accompagnais ensuite mes grands-parents vers le puits. Nous regardâmes pendant un long silence ce trou ouvert. L’atmosphère était remplie à la fois d’émotion et de libération. Un vent frôla mon visage. Je levai les yeux et crus apercevoir la silhouette d’une petite fille qui s’effaçait doucement.

C’était juste bouché par une dalle en béton et recouvert d’un tapis de verdure, annonça papy. Le puits ne contient plus d’eau.

C’est grâce à ça que les ouvriers ont vu les ossements, ajouta mamy.

Mon grand-père me regarda avec son air perplexe. Il posa sa main sur mon épaule puis hocha la tête en souriant.

Je me souviens que c’était à cet endroit que tu jouais tout seul quand vous veniez. Tu prenais toujours du papier et des crayons et tu jouais ici…Elle s’appelait comment déjà ton amie imaginaire ? Camille ?

Je répondis d’un geste de la tête.

Comme la petite qui était dans le trou, murmura-t-il.

Il ne posa pas d’autres questions. Nous rentrâmes et je passais la nuit chez eux.

Lorsque ma première fille est née, nous l’avons appelée Camille par hommage. Et elle a adoré apprendre à lire.

Alex@r60 – août 2023

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