#merdes law

[merdeslawoffice]

CELEBRATE HALLOWEEKEND SAFELY

Halloween is a holiday celebrated annually on October 31st. This year it occurs on a Monday. Commonly, Americans will celebrate Halloween with parties and get togethers if Halloween falls on a weekend or the weekend prior to Halloween if it falls on a Monday. Colloquially, this has come to be known has Halloweekend...READ MORE

#halloweekend #halloween #celebrate #celebrations #safety #safety first #safety tips #merdes law

[bidisastersanji]

Arcane One Piece AU (Fem!ZoSan centric)

Ok so this all started because of this post and galaxy braining with the amazing @anniilaugh can’t you just IMAGINE dyke Zoro circling and Kabedon-ing (pin against the wall) Sanji like “You’re hot, cook- so what’ll it be? Man or woman?” As they go into the brothel looking for information? SHE DREW THE BEST ART OF VI!ZORO RIGHT HERE BTW

Sanji is good with her legs so she would impress Zoro with her parkour skills

Sanji has a Taz British accent (like Caitlin has a British accent) but with lots of cursing (Zeff’s influence) “bollocks!” And some French cursing as well since he learned it as a kid (putain! Merde! Fait chier!)

Zoro wears the same hot dyke clothes Vi does- arms fully out, and pulls her hood on when she’s serious (like the bandana). She also has cool tattoos and the hand wrap things

She fights with hextech swords that look just like hilts until they’re turned on and the blades appear - she carries them looped in carabiners around her waist (seriously look at the art)

World-building wise: Underworld Zaun Kingpin Doflamingo (Silco) with the drug “SMILE” who has Piltover higher ups and police in his pocket (he has leverage like in one piece)

SMILE gives people strange powers but temporarily, like temporary devil fruits that leave you broken and drained

Powder is Luffy, Zoro’s adoptive little brother, they were raised by Kuma (Vander) after his failed revolution where their parents die, growing up with a small crew of misfit friends (including Kuina, who dies)

The tragedy happens and Zoro gets put into prison (on Doffy’s orders) while Luffy thinks Zoro abandoned him and is taken in by Doffy, becoming “Nika” (his unhinged alter ego is gear 5 like Jinkx is to Powder) , now growing up along kids like Law, Baby 5 etc . His hair went white from the stress of that fateful night/or he bleaches it

Caitlin!Sanji grows up in Piltover as a noble with the abusive Vinsmokes but runs away and gets taken in by a chef called Zeff (who lost his leg in the failed revolution but managed to start anew, tries to help Zaun how he can, sending food etc)

Zeff gets put in prison by the Vinsmokes to control Sanji and she’s forced to become an enforcer (Fem!Sanji in that little uniform oh god. Smoking her cigarettes with a stupid little hat and the gun she does her best to avoid using)

She still works after her enforcer shifts at the Baratie since shes always itching to cook, feed the hungry and to support party and carne and keep her adoptive dad’s restaurant alive (she knows of how bad people have it in Zaun, and before Zeff found her she was hungry and homeless)

Her weapon of choice is actually something she has strapped to her legs from her thighs to her calves (Zoro will be very distracted) some hextech steampunk looking thing that powers up her kicks and she can send her kicks energy forward to do mid range attacks

She uses her enforcer job to snoop around and try and figure out how to get her father out

Her lead takes her to Stilwater prison where Zoro has been beat and abused for several years

Cue scene where Sanji walks in to Zoro’s cell and sees her boxing like crazy and fuck she’s so hot wtf but also she feels terrible for her and her blood boils as she learns of the abuse she went through

Telling herself she must be going absolutely insane (but is she? She feels like this is the right thing. It’s fate) she forges release documents to get Zoro out, sure that her knowledge of the under-city will help her understand where the corruption lies and get Zeff back

Zoro immediately does not follow what she’s saying and goes on her own thing (PARKOUR!) and she impresses her by being able to keep up

Zoro still gets lost and turned around

Are you sure you know the under-city, mosshead?

Zoro stops at a street food stall and Sanji is annoyed at first- as well as disgusted by how she shovels it in her mouth, but softens and silently rages when Zoro shares that she’s been starved a couple of times in Stillwater

Cue the brothel scene omg

Circling Sanji and pushing her up against a wall “You’re hot, cook. So what’ll it be, man or woman?”

Zoro walking by Sanji talking up another woman in the brothel after her talk with Nami (head of the brothel) and smiling to herself

Jayce is Franky who is experimenting with the crystals to create hextech, Viktor could be iceburg, Vivi is the hot politician lady (Mel)

Firelight is “Sogeking” - zoro and Luffy’s childhood friend Usopp (Ekko)

Also Taller than Zoro Sanji aaaaa

Zoro calling Sanji “officer” to annoy her - only switching to “cook” and “curly” as an alternative nickname

#arcane zosan au #arcane!zosan #zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan fic idea #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #arcane au #arcane one piece au #fem zosan #fem!zosan #Caitlin!sanji #vi!zoro #I love dyke Zoro more than anything

[femsolid]

French TV is just amazing. I don't own a TV so I only watch it when I'm at other people's place and the news channels are simply phenomenal. We're told a 16 years old guy was killed by the police again (and the police didn't call for an ambulance it's a neighbour who did -10 minutes later- because some kids came to tell him what had happened) so the journalist asks a police union representative to give us his opinion which is of course that if you try to run from the police you should expect to be killed. In other news today Marion Marechal Le Pen is campaigning to revive her nazi party because she wants to "protect her daughters from the anti-police riots and the illegal immigrants who rape french women". Think the journalists are going to address this quote? Nope. Then the journalists discuss the inflation in France and how the prices are so high that french people are struggling to feed themselves (in one of the richest country on earth). A journalist gives us a simple solution: we need to be more responsible and stop buying expensive food. Merde alors! Hadn't thought of that. This way the brands that increase their prices will lose money and stop doing so. Duh! Anyway back to the most pressing matter nationwide right now and for the last decades: should muslim teenage girls be allowed an education if they wear a veil? Survey says... non, apparently. A girl was expelled for wearing what she claims to be an opened black kimono but really is an outrageous religious symbol that threatens our great nation's secularism.

Wow. Not only did she deserve to be expelled but it's definitely worth talking about all day on the news. I'm traumatised just looking at this picture. Of course the great debate is back: how can we stop those provocative muslim girls who are obviously on their way towards islamic radicalisation and terrorism from trying to bypass secularist laws by claiming to be wearing some sort of kimono when really we all know it's just a facade and what they really mean to do is scream allah akbar with a machine gun in their hands? The journalists quickly ask a law professor who explains unironically that this outfit is illegal in much the same way that muslim girls who wear long skirts because they can't wear a hijab are illegal. Almost as if it's not about displaying your religion but belonging to a religion instead. Almost as if girls are forced to show their bodies to men. If I ever doubted selling my TV years ago here is the reminder as to why I did.

[juni-valentine]

Give me the kiske family household sitcom we deserve.

Ky is sitting down on the sofa reading the Illyrian times, Sin comes down the stairs.

Ky: good morning son

Sin: Hi dad, what are you doing?

Ky: just reading the paper

Sin: but you’re the king of Illyria shouldn’t you already know what’s happening [laughtrack]

Ky: I’m revising

Sin: what the [bloop] for!? [laughtrack]

Ky: well there was a slight problem; ever since people found out I married Dizzy theres been some outrage, and some piece of merde found an obscure law that says I’m a citizen of Ganymede for marrying a gear.

Sin: you’re literally king just change the law

Ky: I’m not corrupt… also I can’t really be king if I’m not a citizen

Sin: so how does a test fit into this

Ky: I need to take the Illyrian citizenship test

Sol Badguy enters unannounced.

Ky: oh look it’s your weird Grandad Sol

Sol: weird?! [laughtrack]

Ky: well actually speak of the devil, he probably knows a lot about gear citizenship laws

Sol: legally i do not exist [laughtrack]

Ky: merde

They spend the rest of the episode helping Ky revise for his citizenship test and shenanigans ensue.

#guilty gear #sitcom #ky kiske #Sin Kiske #sol badguy #ggst #fgc #joke

[homosexualjavert]

How does it feel to be the law?

Merde, I don’t even know anymore. Fauchelevant tells me I should learn to be myself.

#les miserables #jean valjean #valvert #les mis

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

25 / 06 / 2023

🇨🇵 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇨🇵

J'ai déjà écrit sur des beaux-frères qui font du mari de leur sœur, ou du frère de leur femme, leur esclave. Mais cette histoire est la première où un beau-frère dominant est gay.

COURTE HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE

- LES PIEDS DE MON BEAU-FRÈRE GAY -

Quand j'ai su que ma femme avait un grand frère homo qui vivait loin de sa famille, je m'attendais à un faible garçon efféminé qui était la honte de sa famille pour sucer des mecs et se prendre des bites dans le cul.

Comme j'avais tort ! Barbu et viril, le frère aîné de ma femme était le mâle alpha de sa famille dès qu'il y revenait. Grand et musclé, il n'était pas magnifique ni si fort que cela, mais il imposait le respect par sa domination.

Un jour, allongé dans son lit, il me vit passer près de sa chambre. J'attendais le retour de mon épouse, sa petite sœur. Il m'a ordonné de venir. Moi qui croyais être un fort mâle hétérosexuel, j'avais peur de ce mec homo ! Je suis venu, il a pointé du doigt le sol, et j'ai vu ses immenses pieds bien chauds.

"T'es peut-être le mari de ma sœur, mais pour moi t'es rien qu'un pédé! Alors plus vite elle te verra en train de lécher mes pieds comme la merde que tu es, et plus vite elle te remplacera par un vrai mec que je pourrais considérer sans honte comme mon beau-frère !"

J'ai léché ses pieds comme il me l'a ordonné, et cela n'a pas manqué : mon épouse m'a vu la langue sur les pieds de son frère aîné ! Croyant que j'étais gay moi aussi, elle a demandé le divorce sur le champ, a jeté mes affaires par-dessus la fenêtre de la chambre sous les rires bruyants de mon beau-frère qui m'avait ordonné de continuer à lui lécher les pieds.

Ma femme m'ayant pris tout mon argent lors du divorce, j'ai supplié mon ancien beau-frère de me trouver un lieu où dormir. Il me laissa vivre chez lui si je léchais ses pieds continuellement.

Ce qui était le plus humiliant pour moi n'était pas le fait d'être un hétérosexuel même pas attiré par les pieds et contraint d'en lécher. Non, le pire depuis que j'étais l'esclave de mon ex beau-frère était de devoir servir d'homme de ménage et de serveur sous les yeux de mon ex femme et de son sublime nouveau mari.

Mon maître me faisait ensuite lécher leurs pieds ! J'avais 6 pieds à lécher sous leurs rires, et j'avais été mis à ma place d'inférieur.

🇬🇧🇺🇸 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇬🇧🇺🇸

I've already wrote stories about a brother-in-law transforming his sister's husband / the brother of his wife into his slave. But I've never wrote about one dominant brother-in-law who was gay. 😁

SHORT PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY

- MY GAY BROTHER IN LAW'S FEET -

When I found out my wife had a gay big brother who lived away from his family, I expected a weak sissified boy who was the shame of his family to suck guys off and take cocks up his ass.

How wrong I was! Bearded and virile, my wife's older brother was the alpha male of his family as soon as he came back to it. Tall and muscular, he wasn't magnificent or that strong, but he commanded respect with his dominance.

One day, lying in bed, he saw me pass near his room. I was expecting the return of my wife, her little sister. He ordered me to come. I thought I was a strong straight male, I was afraid of this gay guy!

I came over, he pointed to the floor, and I saw his huge warm feet.

"You may be my sister's husband, but to me you're nothing but a fag! So the sooner she sees you licking my feet like the shit you are, the sooner she'll replace you with a real guy I could unashamedly call my brother-in-law!"

I licked his feet as he ordered me to, and it didn't fail: my wife saw my tongue on her older brother's feet! Believing that I was gay too, she filed for divorce on the spot, threw my things over the bedroom window to the loud laughter of my brother-in-law who had ordered me to continue licking his feet.

My wife having taken all my money during the divorce, I begged my ex-brother-in-law to find me a place to sleep. He let me live in his house if I licked his feet continuously. What was most humiliating to me was not being a straight man not even attracted to feet and forced to lick them.

No, the worst thing since I was my ex-brother-in-law's slave was having to serve as a cleaning man and waiter under the eyes of my ex-wife and her sublime new husband. My master then made me lick their feet!

I had 6 feet to lick under their laughter, and I had been put in my inferior place.

END OF THE STORY

@feetslavefeet @awesomecrowdcontrol1 @piedspieds @torinya @fartfagoutlet @leftprogrammingroadtripdean @fagformen @fagsworshipalphas @gaydominationsubmission @tidodore2

#Feet #Pieds #Histoire fictive personnelle #Personal fictional story #Beau-frère #Brother-in-law #Courte histoire #Short story

[seaphoam-writes]

A Father's Duty (18/?)

A Father's Duty on AO3

Summary: An encounter with a quantum fissure leaves Picard with more responsibility than he asked for, but he'll do what he always does—his duty.

Chapter 18

After Beverly departed, Picard does everything he can to distract himself.

He moves furniture, shifting first his dining set several inches to the right so that it isn’t crowding the doorway to Louis’s room, and then the armchairs and coffee table so that they aren’t crowding the dining area.

Then, he attempts to redisperse his personal possessions—only to conclude that, both with the loss of his bookcase and the gain of a child that likes to climb, leap, and brandish foils like a musketeer, perhaps his more fragile possessions would be better off in storage.

After packing the rarest of his books and his most breakable belongings away, however, the thoughts he’d been trying to rid himself of—thoughts of Beverly’s hands on his bare stomach, mostly—remain.

The instant he’s no longer occupied those thoughts surge to the fore, and just as swiftly, his brain extrapolates, imagines what it would be like—look like, feel like—to have Beverly’s fingers dragging up his chest, through his chest hair, nails grazing his skin—

Stop.

Picard halts, somewhere near his desk. He closes his eyes, takes several deep breaths, and starts counting.

1, 2, 3…

He can’t understand it.

He can’t understand why he’s suddenly incapable of controlling himself.

7, 8…

For years, every time they touched—intentionally or incidentally—every time they embraced, every time one of them planted a chaste kiss on the other’s cheek—

10, 11…

He’d always managed to maintain his composure, to revel briefly in the physical contact, the exchange of affection, before purposefully extinguishing the flame she kindled inside of him.

Similarly, whenever a certain smile or look in her eye caught his attention, whenever he was particularly charmed by the way her hair framed her face or fell across her shoulders, whenever he admired the graceful lines and curves of her body, he’d allow himself a short bask in his adoration before reining it in and tucking it brutally away.

13, 14…

And now, for some reason he can not fathom, the barrier he’d erected around his feelings has crumbled, and all he can think about is that he would very much like to have her in the bath with him next time—

Abruptly, he sits. He has to. He sits with his elbows on his desk and his head in his hands, knuckles kneading his forehead as if to scrub the offensive thoughts from his brain.

Merde.

More than ever, he wants to give in, confess to her how he feels.

But he’s afraid.

He doesn’t know if she thinks of him the same way. It could be that all there is between them is friendship. It could be that his feelings would offend her, spoil their relationship irreparably, drive her away.

And he couldn’t handle that.

He needs her. He learned that when she returned from Starfleet Medical and he finally understood why he’d felt incomplete for an entire year.

Picard drags in a breath, forces himself to straighten. He pulls his personal computer across the desk, but he can only stare at its blank screen, his mind on that morning. Seeing Beverly with Louis, how Louis responds to her…

He knows Beverly can’t replace the mother Louis lost—and Picard wouldn’t want that for Louis in any case—but Beverly can be a mother figure in Louis’s life nonetheless, provide for Louis’s wellbeing in ways Picard perhaps can’t.

And Picard won’t jeopardize that.

It’s easy to regain control when it’s for Louis, when the focus is not his own desires, but what’s best for his son; he’s able to turn his computer on, access all Federation custody laws, and concentrate. After a few minutes, he’s even composed enough to play some background music.

He’s uncertain for how long he’s been reading when Louis trots out of his room. Louis halts just past the dining table, tilts his ear in Picard’s direction, then smiles and announces, “Chopin.”

Picard blinks. He’d been so absorbed that he hadn’t registered what he was listening to, but then he chuckles. “Very good. Can you name the piece?”

“Nocturne in E-flat major.”

Louis comes to the side of Picard’s desk, rests his hands lightly on the edge. “Papa, are you sad?”

“No, I’m not sad. Does this piece make you feel sad?”

Louis hesitates, his brow knitting.

“Computer, pause music,” Picard orders, then he leans towards Louis, reaching out to offer his upturned hands. “What’s on your mind?”

Louis slides his hands into Picard’s. “Chopin reminds me of maman.”

“Did your maman like Chopin?”

Louis nods. “She played him a lot. You liked him too.”

Picard smiles gently and rubs his thumbs along Louis’s knuckles. “I do like Chopin. But I won’t play his music if it makes you sad.”

“No, it’s okay. It…” He pauses again, frowning, and Picard can see him struggling to express his thoughts in words. “It makes me miss her, but it…reminds me of her too.”

“It makes you feel close to her,” Picard provides.

“Oui. I feel close to her.” He takes a deep breath. “I don’t mind being sad because I also feel close to her.”

Picard gives Louis’s hands a tug; Louis comes around the desk and Picard pulls him into a hug. “You can talk to me about your maman whenever you’d like,” he says. “Or your papa.”

Louis tenses, and into Picard’s shoulder he says, “Papa liked it when maman played.”

“Oh?” Picard prompts.

“When she played, he would stop whatever he was doing and come listen.”

Louis is young, but he was younger still when he lost his parents, and he very likely doesn’t have many clear, detailed memories of them—but something about that stuck, his father being drawn to his mother’s music, stopping whatever he was doing to go and listen to her…

“Your papa must have loved your maman very much.”

“He did,” Louis whispers.

Picard clutches him tighter, kisses the top of his hair, then gradually relaxes his hold and releases the boy. “Did your papa play an instrument as well?”

Stepping back, Louis hastily brushes one hand across his cheek—hiding a tear, Picard assumes—and shakes his head.

“Well,” Picard says, “I play the flute. Perhaps you’d be interested in hearing me play it sometime.”

Louis’s face lights up, like the sun reappearing after a rainstorm. “Papa, bien sûr! Can you play it now?”

“Not…not now,” Picard says. He’s never played in front of an audience—not here, at least, not as Jean-Luc Picard, and he’s suddenly quite nervous. Louis may find his performance lacking—he doubts he’s as accomplished a musician as Nella Daren. But in spite of his fear, he wants to share his music with Louis. It seems to have been an important part of Louis’s life, an interest both his parents shared, something that bound the three of them together.

(And Picard hopes, secretly, that it might encourage Louis to play the piano again.)

“How about tonight?” Picard suggests. “After dinner?”

“How about before dinner?”

“After,” Picard says firmly.

“Ok,” Louis agrees with a grin.

-/-

At 0900 hours, Deanna visits to discuss preparations for the staff meeting, and it’s at that point that Picard realizes he can’t leave Louis alone in their quarters during that time. It’s too far away should something happen. He briefly considers asking Guinan to watch the boy, before determining it isn’t worth bothering her for—not with a solution readily available.

His ready room is both comfortable and private, and it’s just on the other side of the bridge from the conference room.

Deanna, clearly having thought much farther ahead than Picard, had assumed this would be the arrangement, and came merely to suggest they remove Will from the bridge before Picard and Louis arrived so as not to risk triggering another panic attack.

Picard defers to her judgement, but Louis is dismayed by their decision.

“I want to see Uncle Will,” he insists.

“Yesterday—” Picard begins, only to be cut off by a furiously fast shake of Louis’s head and some rapid French.

“Je peux le faire. Je n'ai pas peur.”

I can do it. I’m not afraid.

Picard sucks in the breath necessary to reassure Louis that he knows Louis isn’t afraid, only to be interrupted once again, this time by Deanna.

“Captain, I have an idea.”

And so they compromise: an arranged meeting in a controlled environment. Picard will invite Will to visit his quarters after his shift to meet Louis.

“Before dinner?” Louis asks, pointedly.

“Before dinner,” Picard assures him. At a curious look from Deanna, Picard explains. “I promised I would play the flute for him after dinner.”

“Oh,” Deanna says, then asks, with interest, “Is this a…private performance?”

“Very much so,” Picard grunts.

Lips pursed to hide a smile, Deanna excuses herself with an, “I’ll see you on the bridge.”

Alone again, Picard sighs and regards Louis. Just before Deanna arrived, Louis moved Cuivre and his folded pajamas from Picard’s bed to his own.

“Are you finished with your room?” he asks.

“Oui.”

“May I see it?”

Louis nods, and Picard follows him into his room.

As Captain, he’s furnished with a replicator of higher capability than those found in most other crew members’ quarters, but it’s still not large or powerful enough to replicate anything of much magnitude, and Picard’s first thought is that he should bring Louis to the replicating center, for he sees no toys or games—indeed, Louis seems to mostly have replicated books. The bookcase is filled, save for the rolled-up piano, tucked into a corner beside the full collection of Sherlock Holmes in French.

The drawing desk appears to have received the most attention, its various shelves, slots, and trays filled with a variety of supplies. Hanging on the wall above it are a drawing of Data and the drawing of Louis’s friends from the Phoenix; upon the desk’s surface, afforded a place of honor right in the center, is the anatomy book Beverly gave him.

Perhaps we have another doctor on our hands.

It doesn’t escape him that he thought the words we and our, as well as another, and he blushes at his own presumptuousness. He diverts his attention swiftly, focusing instead on the framed photograph of Louis and his parents on the bedside table. The joy on Louis’s face in the picture is genuine; Picard wants him to smile like that again.

He looks down at Louis. “Are you happy with it?”

“Oui.”

“Is there anything else you want to put in here?”

“Non, c'est parfait.”

Picard runs his fingers once through Louis’s hair, and resolves to take him to the replicating center anyway.

-/-

With 15 minutes to spare, Picard and Louis leave their quarters for the bridge. It feels good to be back in his uniform after nearly three days out of it. Idly, he wonders what that says about him.

(He knows what that says about him.)

He’s chuckling at a joke Louis told him—

“How do you make a bandstand?”

“I don’t know. How?”

“You take away their chairs.”

—and Louis is giggling when the Turbolift halts and the doors swish open to reveal Beverly.

“Beverly!” he greets.

“Bonjour, docteur,” Louis adds cheerfully.

Beverly steps in and Picard purposely shuffles himself against the wall, so that Louis is in between them. Fortunately, his lustful thoughts remain tightly sealed away, and he’s able to enjoy watching Beverly and Louis chat without distraction.

The growing bond between them practically glows in the air, and Picard finds himself beaming and wishing the journey to the bridge would never end.

But it does, and the moment the Turbolift halts at its destination, Picard’s heart leaps into his throat. Louis hadn’t seemed concerned earlier about returning to the bridge—he was not as affected by seeing their quarters for the first time as he had been by seeing Will—but he slips his hand into Picard’s just as the doors slide open.

Picard wishes he could take Beverly’s hand, for his own comfort. He’s been with Louis in public, of course, but bringing him to the bridge feels different. Will the crew see him differently? He cannot hold Beverly’s hand, of course, but he does seek her gaze, seek reassurance that she’s with them, and he sees from her expression that she understands what he’s feeling.

It doesn’t embarrass him, that she knows he’s nervous. He feels…seen by her. She knows him in a way no one else does.

Taking a deep breath, he grips Louis’s fingers, so small, and leads him onto the bridge.

#star trek: tng #star trek: the next generation #tng #star trek fic #tng fic #star trek #the next generation #picard #picard fic

[charleslebatman]

https://instagram.com/stories/mcgossip_f1/3246371493192710817?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

This page is exposing antoine likes on twitter also about the retirment laws. Just as bad as alex.

This one in particular "all of that just for two more years working" its soooo enraging coming from a rich priveleged guy like him

Really... the people charles surrounds himself, makes you wonder about his own character

French besties 🇫🇷 be ready, take a deep breath before reading ces merdes d’un petit tocard qui est plutôt assisté à son pote. 💀

[kira-kween]

Chapter Two Glossary

for Wining and Pining (a Caejose/Gyjo fic)

Keep this open while you’re reading for translations to the Italian (and French) words and phrases used in the story!

Here's a link to chapter one glossary. btw I'm not going to repeat translations for things from chapter one.

Italian Glossary:

Rilsassati: Relax

lo farò, te lo prometto: I will, I promise

GM: short for grazie mille (thanks a million)

Sfogliatelle: sometimes just called sfoglia. It's a shell-shaped cream-filled pastry originating from the Campania region of Italy

Famiglia: family

Comare: godparent

Figlio mio: my son

Arlecchino: a famous harlequin/clown character from the Commedia dell' Arte Italian theater (he often crossdresses and was always my personal fave)

Giuseppino: a cheeky way of saying young Giuseppe, which is the Italian version of the name Joseph

Il matrimonio: marriage

Confetti: Italian confetti are different from the colourful paper kind. Literally translating to 'candied,' they are sugar coated almonds given out at weddings. The almond symbolizes the bitter-sweetness of marriage and the beginning of a new life.

Molto facile: very easy

Cognato: brother in law

Festa: party

Buon Natale a tutti!: Merry Christmas everyone!

Presepio: Italian nativity scene. More about the important history of it here

Zi'Anto! Dov è Gèsu?: Slang for "Aunt Antonia, where's Jesus?"

Nel cassetto, amore mio: In the drawer, my love

Sambuca e castagne: Sambuca and chestnuts (yuuuuum)

Figlioletto, aspetta!: little child/little son, wait! Figlioletto is a common term of endearment, a more cutesy way of saying figlio

Mi scusi: Sorry/Excuse me

Benvenuto à Casa Zeppeli!: Welcome to the Zeppeli House!

FIFA CAMPIONI DEL MONDO 2006/FORZA AZZURRI! UEFO EURO 2022: Basically just soccer jargon. Every Italian I know has some variation of these posters up in their homes because soccer is essentially a religion to us

Orsachiotto: Little bear

~

French Glossary for Polnareff:

Oh non!: oh no!

Putain de merde!: Fucking shit!

Desolée: Sorry

#txt. #wining & pining #caejose #gyjo #jjba fanfic #jojo fanfic

[merdeslawoffice]

WHAT IS U/UIM INSURANCE

Uninsured and underinsured motorist coverage protects you if you are in an accident with someone who does not have enough insurance to cover damages. Further, the coverage you purchase allows peace of mind if you are in any accidents...READ MORE

#underinsured motorist insurance #uninsured motorist insurance #u uim insurance #merdes law

[monkeymanproductions]

MTO S4E16 Quote Thread

It's time for my favourite part of teasing our next episode (which is S4E16 - "Work To Be Done") - the quote thread! Try to guess who says them and what they're going to mean to the story! (There's not long now until you find out EVERYTHING.)

"And it wasn’t the lesser of two evils – there were way more than two evils to choose from ..."

"Dang it, stop ticklin’ me, I ain’t no Elmo."

"Well excuse me, Princess! It’s not like there’s a lunar emergency that I need to get back for."

"I also desperately – desperately – want your opinion on the AstroScrub Twenty-Seven-Hundred"

"I guess there’s no point in waiting. Strapping down and suiting up; Michell L’Anglois, badass on patrol."

"I get what you’re doin’ here, but you can take a few minutes before you go ridin’ into Valhalla."

"Yeah … how *do* you solve a problem like Maria?"

"Too close, old badger. Back to the tunnels."

"Harold McVett, Theta, Agriculture and light sedition."

"I’d tell you, but we were instructed to “'keep it secret, keep it safe.'"

"Not anymore, you sous-merde fuckers."

"If you want to fight, I’m right here." "If I wanted to fight, you’re who I would have hit."

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHaaaaaaa!!!"

"I’d still wait in back alleys for you, any day of the week."

"Shit, that’s a call from the Earthicans."

"We’re all on the wrong side of the law now, matey."

"Ashwini, the Plan, the Moon … Ashwini, the Plan, the Moon ..."

"We’re all afraid and unsure and maybe even wrong … but we’re doing it all because hope."

#moonbase theta out #audio drama #audio fiction #monkeyman productions

[elfboyeros]

Faithed Encounter

Here is the rewrite of how Indigo and Calvin met, and the start of rewriting Shelter. Enjoy!Art in this chapter  by @jj-pines/ @pinetreejam

Indigo and Calvin's first official meeting; 7 years before Rowan's Enrollment

Calvin either join Bridgehid College at the best time or the worst time. He may be an extrovert but being in a new place with those he has never met, makes him feel overwhelmed. He’s only supposed to be the blacksmith, making all the mages and alchemists associated with the college weapons and equipment, and maybe the resident healer. He didn’t think he would get invited to a grand social event, but here we are, Sir Calvin Bookstone being accosted by a sea of “possible suitors,” attempting to be the next person in his bed, which did not please the handsome healer/blacksmith. He’s not fond of hearing the same lines over and over again, along with the touching, he is happy for his cloak now.

“Thank Diancecht,” he huffed, holding on to the balcony railing, “maybe I should have married Diem, then I wouldn’t get hit on so much.”

“Merde, il y a trop de gens,” a silk France voice sighed.

“Right,” Calvin chuckled, “I don’t know so many people were a part of this university.”

He looked over to the opening of the balcony, which made his brain stop. The woman he was greeted with was tiny, pale, and inhuman. Pointed ears, pixie cut hair color light turquoise, with two long pieces in the front that framed her face, one of those pieces (the right one), was a lavender color. Her eyes are this beautiful dark blue color and held a soft glow in the dark of night. She wore a pink and white ombre, long, off-the-shoulder dress. She looked so elegant yet is in something so simple.

“I am surprised someone else knows French,” she chuckled with a smile.

“Mhm, I like learning new languages,” Calvin replied, as she approached him, he could see her many tattoos and scars that were on her shoulders and upper chest.

“You are the new magic and alchemy blacksmith, non?”

“Yeah, I am also that new healer it seems, Calvin Bookstone.”

“Surprised we have not seen each other yet; I am the new magical law and ethics professor, Indigo Corals.”

Calvin took her small hand and kissed her knuckles, “A pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” she sighed with a smile.

She’s ethereal as if she is a goddess, he’s being drawn to her. He seems different than all the other women that he has encountered this evening, “What has you out here other than the people,” Indigo asked, beginning to approach the stairs of the balcony leading to the gardens below, he can see angel wing tattoo, on her back, poking out of the top of her dress.

“I’m a bit overwhelmed,” Calvin answered, having this feeling to follow her.

“Introverted?”

“I don’t believe so,” He replied, “I think it is the amount of people I don’t know.”

“Mhm,” Indigo hummed, walking along the dark cobblestone path with her hands behind her back, “so if you knew more people you would be in your element?”

“Yes.”

“Have you even introduced yourself to anyone,” she asked, turning to look at him as he walked behind her.

She smirked as his tan face became flushed, “one person.”

“One person,” Indigo laughed

“Well, two people,” Calvin replied, “I met one of the alchemy professors tonight and his husband, thank you very much!”

“Sloan and Casper,” Indigo chuckled, “I have known Sloan for ages, we were in classes together when we were scholars here.”

“He seems a bit older then I am,” he remarked.

“Calling me old,” she asked with a smirk.

“No, no, no,” Calvin gasped, “I didn’t mean it that way!”

“Calm down, big boy,” she chuckled, “I am just a young study. Sloan is 5 years older than I am.”

“Mhm,” Calvin hummed.

“And if I can remember what admiration said, you are 2 years older than I am.”

“So, you are a young professor, who has studied here, and you are close with the admiration,” Calvin observed, “you are a very interesting one, Ms. Corals.”

She approached the gazebo in the middle of the garden, she looked so goddess-like and made Calvin shiver, “I try,” she chuckled, as she walked to stand on the white wood of the gazebo, “your quiet interesting yourself.”

“How so?”

"Well," Indigo sighed, as she began to stroll around the gazebo, running her hands along the railing as Calvin seemed to follow her but on the outside of the gazebo, "you come from a nuclear family, mother, father, big sister, and little brother. You seemed to travel to Marquis island on a whim, all the way from Luxembourg -ha, that's why you know French. You were a nurse on the mainland and were on track to be a doctor. You seemed to have everything before relocating here, you even have a fiancé whose name is Die-"

"Had a fiancé," Calvin interrupted, "Diem and I are not together anymore, much to my mother's dismay."

"Can I ask why," Indigo prodded, "was it misunderstanding, falling out of love, or something worse?"

"She..." he paused for a moment, although Indigo seemed intrigued and concerned, "she cheated on me," he let out a laugh, "among other things."

"I'm so sorry..."“What makes it worse is that everyone around me knew, my mother, my sister, her parents, our friends, and no one told me,” he sighed.

“Will this Diem is very foolish,” Indigo remarked, crossing her arms atop the railing and resting her chin on them, “to let someone like you go. If I had you, I wouldn’t let you go.”

Now that has piqued Calvin’s interest, “if you had me?”

Indigo nodded and she stood straight, “Anyone would be lucky to have as a partner. You are the type of person that is kind, loving, gentleman-like, and a bit protective, just based on what I know,” she explained, descending the gazebo steps, “that’s not a partner I would like to let go.”

“You sound like the people inside,” Calvin remarked, becoming slightly annoyed.

“Well, I didn’t say all that just to bed you,” Indigo replied, standing in front of him, with her side to him, “I say all that because it’s true.”

Calvin raised an eyebrow, she looks like she is challenging him with her narrow eyes and crossed arms, which has a part of him intrigued, “If I wanted to have sex with you, I wouldn’t be only stroking your ego. I am not that type of woman.”

“What would you do if you were trying to bed me?”

Indigo smirked, stepping incredibly close to him, “I would make sure I had you consent and then possibly make it happen, or maybe tease you until you get the hint and make the move yourself.”

“And how would you make it happen,” he asked, she is continuing to intrigue him.

“Is that you giving consent, or you simply asking,” she questioned.

“Both.”

The young mage hummed, slipping under his cape, and running her soft hand slowly up his arm, “how much muscle does one need to be a blacksmith,” she asked innocently.

Her single touch is almost too much, “It’s not about muscle it is about skill,” he said, surprised that he didn’t struggle or stutter.

“So they are for show,” Indigo asked, her other hand running up his other arm.

“Mostly to pick up little ladies like you.”

She chuckled, and he’s falling apart, “mhm, I’ll allow you to call my little if I am allowed to kiss you.”

“Is this a part of making it happen?”

“It can be, or maybe I just want to kiss you.”

“Yes,” he sighed.

It was intended to be short, a simple small kiss. Something that would leave him wanting more, but Calvin isn’t about to let her go now. It’s shocking how a man that isn’t too keen on starting another relationship is now being enthralled by this tiny, inhuman, mage woman. She’s cold as he wraps his arms around her, simply from the winter air, but he pulls her in closer and holds her tighter as if he is trying to protect her from something.

When she pulls away from him, his internally disappointed, but ever the gentleman he lets go, still keeping his hands on her waist, “I…I’m,” Indigo chuckled, hands planted on his chest, “I’m sorry.”

“why are you apologizing,” Calvin laughed.

“Because I want to do this properly,” she sighed, “date and all.”

“Is that a part of making it happen?”

She laughed as his hands leave her waist and go for the strings on his cloak, “not always.”

“Oh, so I’m special,” he remarked with a smirk, draping the black and pink cloak over her shoulders.

“Most definitely.”

“I look forward to it.”

They smile at one another, before heading back up to the balcony, “when can I expect to be wooed properly,” Calvin asked.

“If I told you that then it wouldn’t be as fun would it now,” Indigo answered, “I know all the places you stay, I’ll be able to find you, and return your cloak.”

He grabbed her hand before intertwining their fingers “I am not worried about the cloak,” leaning down to be level with her ear, “but if that’s the reason I see you again,” he whispered, kissing her cheek, “until then.”

With that he left her, spotting Sloan and Casper and beginning to talk with them, while Indigo went back to her parents and aunt, “where did you get this,” her candy red-haired aunt asked, taking a break from watching her brother and sister-in-law dance together, “I didn’t make this.”

“Non, you didn’t, Antoinette,” Indigo replied, “the new healer gave to me.”

Indigo pointed slightly towards the mixed man, holding a bright smile and light pink eyes, talking to Sloan, talking with his hands and more so his body during the conversation, his long black curls moving ever so slightly as his body shifted. He’s dressed in all black with his chest exposed because of his shirt’s crisscross pattern in the front. He’s muscular and looks intimidating almost, looks nothing like the healers Indigo has known, “thought he had a fiancé,” Antoinette remarked.

“He doesn’t not anymore,” Indigo simply replied, “and she is not very intelligent to let him go.”

“Oh,” Antoinette looked over at her cherished niece was holding a smirk still staring at the blacksmith-healer, “you have the same look that your father had when he saw Amethea from the first time. You’ve already claimed him haven’t you.”

“Not necessarily, Cuchulainn is just being kind to me,” the mage replied.

Antoinette chuckled, “just like your father.”

“I guess we both just know what we want.”

“And what is that?”

“Will it’s more then a want it’s something that will happen.”

“Again, which is?”

“I will marry that man!”

#shelter #original work #original writing #oc #oc x oc #indigo #calvin #indigo x calvin #shelter indigo #shelter calvin #shelter rewrite #elfboyeros #Bridgehid Secrets #the bridgehid preludes

[violet-periwinkle]

Friendly reminder that the French parlement is currently DEAD because of THAT ONE FUCKING LAW who erase all debate for a law's vote

49.3 de merde

#french politics #politics #law and legal system #49.3 #elisabeth borne #i'm so done #parlement #democrats

[contrarywiseizybel]

Kinktober 2022

Day 14: Charlie Weasley/Fleur Delacour (Affair)

With only an hour before the wedding the family tent was pitched, the food was prepared, and Charlie Weasley was enthusiastically fucking the bride.

Fleur held him close, her painted nailed gripping at the back of Charlie’s waistcoat. His own hands held her hips, lost in the ruffles that made up her dress. It was too big, a barrier between them that they didn’t have time to remove, so instead they held the skirt as best possible for him to fuck her.

“Merde.” Fleur’s lips pressed against his beard, just enough that if he turned they’d be kissing. Instead he pushed her head aside, lips settling at the junction of her ear and neck. He shouldn’t leave a mark, even if her flowing blond hair would cover their indiscretion. “Harder, Charlie please.”

His hips snapped, the sound of their passion muffled between layers of taffeta. He could taste her sweat, the salt on his lips and his cries reverberating in his ears.

With her trapped against the wall Charlie let one hand wander, his callous thumb finding her clit and teasing it until she began to scream. The closer she was the tighter she became and he was lost in the pressure of her.

How badly he wanted to pull out, to finish across the black lace mockery they had insisted she wear. How badly she wanted him to do the same.

But instead he flooded her with his seed, unable to rest until she followed behind moments later. The panted in that stale air, unable to open a window to let in a fresh breeze or, worst, the sound of the gathering crowd. When they finally recovered their breath Charlie pulled back, his wand cleaning both of them with a casual flick of the wrist.

“I ‘ate this dress.” Fleur said, glaring down at the lace phoenixes. A wartime wedding, with her husband’s loyalties stamped onto her chest. A death sentence worn mockingly during the day she had dreamed of since childhood. An ugly reminder in black and white.

“Fleur!” Molly’s voice shattered their bubble, their moment away from everything and everyone, “Are you ready?”

“Oui, just a minute, Molly.” They waited, listening to Fleur’s future mother-in-law grumbling as she walked away. Molly had told anyone who would listen how she felt about the wedding, mostly how she felt about having to plan the even despite never really being asked to do it. She had always told her children that she had married Arthur during the first war, not out of fear but because she knew they were meant to be together.

But Fleur knew, as much as Bill compared their relationship to his parents, this was a wedding built on fear. And even with the clock ticking ominously behind her, Fleur wrapped her arms around Charlie, stealing as many moments as possible away from that fear.

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #Charlie Weasley/Fleur Delacour

[sergheisaharnean]

[en] BUY FROM MY IDEAS PROJECT DRAWINGS

SHARE MY IDEAS!

ANYONE OR WHO WANTS TO BUILD IF YOU WANT SOMETHING SPECIAL!!

NOT INCUBATOR HOUSES!

VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY NEEDED 💰💰💰💰💰💰

TO ACHIEVE JUSTICE BEFORE THE EUROPEAN COURT OF HUMAN RIGHTS!!

SO TIRED OF CARRYING LOSSES!!

AND THE LAW IS SNORING!

THEY WRITE CRAP!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 TIRED OF GOVERNMENT INSTITUTIONS ONLY FOR THEIR OWN BENEFITS SO THAT THEY HAVE A BENEFIT!!!

[ru] КУПИТЕ ИЗ МОИХ ИДЕИИ ПРОЕКТОВ ЧЕРТЕЖЕЙ

ДЕЛИТЕСЬ МОИМИ ИДЕЯМИ!

КОМУ ИЛИ КТО ХОЧЕТ ПОСТРОИТЬ ЕСЛИ ХОТИТЕ ЧТО ОСОБЕННОЕ !!

А НЕ ИНКУБАТОРСКИЕ ДОМА!

ОЧЕНЬ ОЧЕНЬ ОЧЕНЬ ОЧЕНЬ ОЧЕНЬ ОЧЕНЬ НУЖНЫ 💰💰💰💰💰💰

ЧТОБ ДОБИТЬСЯ СПРАВЕДЛИВОСТИ ДО ЕВРОПЕЙСКОГО СУДА ПО ПРАВАМ ЧЕЛОВЕКА!!

ЧТО УСТАЛ НЕСТИ ПОТЕРИ!!

ДА И ЗАКОН ХРАПИТ!

ПИШУТ ХРЕНЬ!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 УСТАЛ ОТ ГОСУДАРСТВЕННЫХ УЧРЕЖДЕНИЙ ТОЛЬКО В СВОЮ ПОЛЬЗУ ЧТОБ ИМЕЛИ ВЫГОДУ !!!

[zh-TW] 從我的想法項目圖紙中購買

分享我的想法！

如果您想要一些特別的東西，任何想要建造的人！

不是孵化器！

非常非常非常非常需要💰💰💰💰💰💰

在歐洲人權法院伸張正義！！

厭倦了承受損失！

而法律就是打鼾！

他們寫的都是廢話！

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡厭倦了政府機構只為自己謀取利益，這樣他們才有利益！

[zh-CN] 从我的想法项目图纸中购买

分享我的想法！

如果您想要一些特别的东西，任何想要建造的人！

不是孵化器！

非常非常非常非常需要💰💰💰💰💰💰

在欧洲人权法院伸张正义！！

厌倦了承受损失！

而法律就是打鼾！

他们写的都是废话！

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡厌倦了政府机构只为自己谋取利益，这样他们才有利益！

[ko] 내 아이디어 프로젝트 도면에서 구매

내 아이디어를 공유해 보세요!

특별한 것을 원한다면 누구나 또는 만들고 싶은 사람!!

인큐베이터 하우스가 아닙니다!

매우 매우 매우 매우 필요합니다 💰💰💰💰💰💰

유럽인권재판소에서 정의를 실현하기 위해!!

손실을 입는 것에 너무 지쳤습니다 !!

그리고 법은 코를 골고 있습니다!

그들은 쓰레기를 쓴다!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 자신의 이익만을 추구하는 정부 기관에 지쳤습니다!!!

[ja] 私のアイデアから購入 プロジェクトの図面

私のアイデアをシェアしてください！

特別なものが必要な場合は、誰でも、または構築したい人。

インキュベーターハウスではありません!

とてもとてもとてもとてもとても必要です💰💰💰💰💰💰

欧州人権裁判所の前で正義を達成するために!!

損失を抱え続けるのはもううんざりです!!

そして法律がいびきをかいている！

彼らはくだらないことを書いています！

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 自分たちに利益があるように、自分たちの利益のためだけに政府機関にうんざりしています!!!

[vi] MUA TỪ BẢN VẼ DỰ ÁN Ý TƯỞNG CỦA TÔI

CHIA SẺ Ý TƯỞNG CỦA TÔI!

MỌI NGƯỜI HOẶC AI MUỐN XÂY DỰNG NẾU BẠN MUỐN ĐIỀU ĐẶC BIỆT!!

KHÔNG NHÀ Ươm mầm!

RẤT RẤT RẤT RẤT CẦN 💰💰💰💰💰💰

ĐỂ ĐẠT ĐƯỢC CÔNG LÝ TRƯỚC TÒA ÁN NHÂN QUYỀN CHÂU ÂU!!

QUÁ MỆT MỎI VỀ MẤT MÁT!!

VÀ LUẬT LÀ NGHE!

HỌ VIẾT TUYỆT VỜI!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 MỆT MỎI VỚI CÁC THỂ CHẾ CHÍNH PHỦ CHỈ VÌ LỢI ÍCH RIÊNG MÌNH ĐỂ HỌ CÓ LỢI ÍCH!!!

[fr] ACHETER CHEZ MES IDÉES DESSINS DE PROJET

PARTAGEZ MES IDÉES !

TOUT LE MONDE OU QUI VEUT CONSTRUIRE SI VOUS VOULEZ QUELQUE CHOSE DE SPÉCIAL !!

PAS DE MAISONS D'INCUBATEURS !

TRÈS TRÈS TRÈS TRÈS TRÈS NÉCESSAIRE 💰💰💰💰💰💰

POUR OBTENIR JUSTICE DEVANT LA COUR EUROPÉENNE DES DROITS DE L'HOMME !!

TELLEMENT FATIGUÉ DE PORTER DES PERTES !!

ET LA LOI RONFLE !

ILS ÉCRIENNENT DE LA MERDE !

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 FATIGUÉ DES INSTITUTIONS GOUVERNEMENTALES UNIQUEMENT POUR LEURS PROPRES AVANTAGES POUR QU'ELLES ONT UN AVANTAGE !!!

[it] ACQUISTA DALLE MIE IDEE DISEGNI DI PROGETTO

CONDIVIDI LE MIE IDEE!

CHIUNQUE O CHI VUOLE COSTRUIRE SE VUOLE QUALCOSA DI SPECIALE!!

NON CASE INCUBATRICI!

MOLTO MOLTO MOLTO MOLTO NECESSARIO 💰💰💰💰💰💰

PER OTTENERE GIUSTIZIA DINANZI ALLA CORTE EUROPEA DEI DIRITTI UMANI!!

COSÌ STANCO DI PORTARE PERDITE!!

E LA LEGGE RUSSA!

SCRIVONO CAZZATE!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 STANCO DI ISTITUZIONI GOVERNATIVE SOLO PER I PROPRI BENEFICI IN MODO CHE ABBIANO UN VANTAGGIO!!!

[de] KAUFEN SIE PROJEKTZEICHNUNGEN VON MEINEN IDEEN

TEILEN SIE MEINE IDEEN!

JEDER ODER WER BAUEN MÖCHTE, WENN DU ETWAS BESONDERES WILLST!!

KEINE INKUBATORHÄUSER!

SEHR SEHR SEHR SEHR SEHR BENÖTIGT 💰💰💰💰💰💰

UM GERECHTIGKEIT VOR DEM EUROPÄISCHEN GERICHTSHOF FÜR MENSCHENRECHTE ZU ERREICHEN!!

Ich habe es so satt, Verluste zu ertragen!!

Und das Gesetz schnarcht!

SIE SCHREIBEN MIST!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 Ich habe es satt, Regierungsinstitutionen nur für ihre eigenen Vorteile einzusetzen, damit sie einen Nutzen haben!!!

[tr] MY IDEAS PROJE ÇİZİMLERİMDEN SATIN ALIN

FİKİRLERİMİ PAYLAŞIN!

ÖZEL BİR ŞEY İSTİYORSANIZ HERKES VEYA KİM İNŞA ETMEK İSTİYOR!!

KÜVET EVLERİ DEĞİL!

ÇOK ÇOK ÇOK İHTİYAÇ VAR 💰💰💰💰💰💰

AVRUPA İNSAN HAKLARI MAHKEMESİ ÖNÜNDE ADALETİ SAĞLAMAK İÇİN!!

KAYIPLARI TAŞIMAKTAN ÇOK Bıktık!!

VE HUKUK HORLUYOR!

ÇOK YAZIYORLAR!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 DEVLET KURUMLARININ SADECE KENDİ ÇIKARLARI İÇİN BIRAKILMASINDAN BIKTILAR!!!

[el] ΑΓΟΡΑ ΑΠΟ ΤΙΣ ΙΔΕΕΣ ΜΟΥ ΣΧΕΔΙΑ ΕΡΓΩΝ

ΜΟΙΡΑΣΤΕΙΤΕ ΤΙΣ ΙΔΕΕΣ ΜΟΥ!

ΟΠΟΙΟΣ ΚΑΙ ΟΠΟΙΟΣ ΘΕΛΕΙ ΝΑ ΧΤΙΣΕΙ ΑΝ ΘΕΛΕΙΣ ΚΑΤΙ ΙΔΙΑΙΤΕΡΟ!!

ΟΧΙ ΣΠΙΤΙΑ θερμοκοιτίδας!

ΠΟΛΥ ΠΟΛΥ ΠΟΛΥ ΠΟΛΥ ΑΠΑΡΑΙΤΗΤΟ 💰💰💰💰💰💰

ΓΙΑ ΝΑ ΕΠΙΤΕΥΧΘΕΙ ΔΙΚΑΙΟΣΥΝΗ ΕΝΩΠΙΟΝ ΤΟΥ ΕΥΡΩΠΑΪΚΟΥ ΔΙΚΑΣΤΗΡΙΟΥ ΑΝΘΡΩΠΙΝΩΝ ΔΙΚΑΙΩΜΑΤΩΝ!!

ΤΟΣΟ ΚΟΥΡΑΣΜΕΝΟΣ ΝΑ ΚΟΥΦΕΡΩ ΑΠΩΛΕΙΕΣ!!

ΚΑΙ Ο ΝΟΜΟΣ Ροχαλίζει!

ΓΡΑΦΟΥΝ ΧΑΡΑ!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡!

[ro] CUMPĂRĂ DE LA IDEILE MELE DESENE DE PROIECT

DISTRIBUIȚI IDEILE MELE!

ORIINE SAU CINE dorește să construiască dacă dorești ceva special!!

NU CASE DE INCUBATOR!

FOARTE FOARTE FOARTE FOARTE NECESARĂ 💰💰💰💰💰💰

PENTRU A REALIZĂ JUSTITIE ÎN FAŢA CURTII EUROPENE A DREPTURILOR OMULUI!!

ATAT DE SOBIS SA SUPORT PIERDERI!!

ȘI LEGEA Sforăie!

EI SCCRAU PRODURI!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 S-au săturat DE INSTITUȚII GUVERNAMENTALE DOAR PENTRU PROPRIILE BENEFICII CA EI UN BENEFICIU!!!

[iw] קנה מהרעיונות שלי ציורי פרויקטים

שתף את הרעיונות שלי!

כל מי או מי שרוצה לבנות אם אתה רוצה משהו מיוחד!!

לא בתי חממה!

מאוד מאוד מאוד מאוד מאוד נחוץ 💰💰💰💰💰💰

להשיג צדק בפני בית הדין האירופי לזכויות אדם!!

כל כך נמאס לסחוב הפסדים!!

והחוק נוחר!

הם כותבים שטויות!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 נמאס כבר ממוסדות ממשלתיים רק לטובתם האישית כדי שתהיה להם תועלת!!!

[yi] קויפן פון מיין יידיאַז פּרויעקט דראַווינגס

ייַנטיילן מיין געדאנקען!

ווער עס יז אָדער ווער וויל צו בויען אויב איר ווילט עפּעס ספּעציעל !!

ניט ינקובאַטאָר הייזער!

זייער זייער זייער זייער זייער דארף 💰💰💰💰💰💰

צו דערגרייכן יושר פאר די אייראפעישע הויף פון מענטשנרעכט!!

אַזוי מיד פון קעריינג לאָססעס!!

און די געזעץ איז סנאָרינג!

זיי שרייבן שטות!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 מיד פון רעגירונג אינסטיטוציעס נאר פאר זייערע אייגענע בענעפיטן אז זיי האבן א בענעפיט!!!

[es] COMPRAR EN MIS DIBUJOS DEL PROYECTO IDEAS

¡COMPARTE MIS IDEAS!

CUALQUIER O QUIEN QUIERA CONSTRUIR SI QUIERE ALGO ESPECIAL!!

¡NO CASAS INCUBADORAS!

MUY MUY MUY MUY MUY NECESARIO 💰💰💰💰💰💰

¡¡PARA LOGRAR JUSTICIA ANTE EL TRIBUNAL EUROPEO DE DERECHOS HUMANOS!!

¡¡TAN CANSADA DE LLEVAR PÉRDIDAS!!

¡Y LA LEY RONCA!

¡ESCRIBEN MIERDA!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 CANSADOS DE LAS INSTITUCIONES GUBERNAMENTALES SOLO PARA SUS PROPIOS BENEFICIOS PARA QUE TENGAN UN BENEFICIO!!!

[haw] E KUAI MAI KO'U MANAO PAHANA PALAPALA

Kaʻana like i kaʻu mau manaʻo!

KE MAKEMAKE E KUKULU INA MAKEMAKE OE I KEKAHI MEA KUAI!!

AOLE NA HALE INCUBATOR!

LOA LOA LOA ALOHA 💰💰💰💰💰💰

E LOAA I KA PONO IMU O KA AHA HOOKOLOKOLO KANAKA EUROPA!!

LUULUHI I KA HAWE I NA PONO!!

A KE KANAWAI KE NUNU nei!

Kākau lākou i ka pōpō!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 LULUHI I NA HANA AUPUNI NO KO LAKOU PONO WALE NO I LOA MAI KA POMAIKAI!!!

[ka] იყიდე ჩემი იდეებიდან პროექტის ნახატებიდან

გააზიარე ჩემი იდეები!

ვინმეს ან ვისაც უნდა ააშენოს თუ რამე განსაკუთრებული გინდა!!

არა ინკუბატორის სახლები!

ძალიან ძალიან ძალიან ძალიან ძალიან ძალიან საჭიროა 💰💰💰💰💰💰

სამართლიანობის მისაღწევად ადამიანის უფლებათა ევროპული სასამართლოს წინაშე!!

ძალიან დავიღალე დანაკარგების ტარებით!!

და კანონი ხვრინავს!

სისულელეს წერენ!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡!

[da] KØB FRA MINE IDÉER PROJEKTEGNINGER

DEL MINE IDÉER!

ENHVER ELLER HVEM VIL BYGGE, HVIS DU VIL NOGET SÆRLIGT!!

IKKE inkubatorhuse!

MEGET MEGET MEGET MEGET MEGET BRUGT 💰💰💰💰💰💰

FOR AT OPNÅ RETFÆRDIGHED FOR DEN EUROPÆISKE MENNESKERETTIGHEDSDOMSTOL!!

SÅ TRÆT AF AT BÆRE TAB!!

OG LOVEN SNORKER!

DE SKRIVER lort!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 TRÆT AF STATLIGE INSTITUTIONER KUN TIL EGNE GODE, SÅ DE HAR EN GODE!!!

[ky] МЕНИН ИДЕЯЛЕРДЕН САТЫП АЛЫҢЫЗ

МЕНИН ИДЕЯЛАРЫН БӨЛҮШ!

ӨЗГӨЧӨ НЕРСЕ КАЛАСАҢЫЗ ЖЕ КИМ КУРУУ КЕЛЕТ!!

ИНКУБАТОР ҮЙЛӨРҮ ЭМЕС!

АБДАН АБДАН АБДАН АБА КЕРЕК 💰💰💰💰💰💰

АДАМ УКУКТАРЫ БОЮНЧА ЕВРОПА СОТУНУН АЛДЫНДА АДИЛЕТТИККЕ ЖЕТИШИ УЧУН!!

ЖОГОЛУП АЛУУДАН ЧАРЧТЫ !!

ЖАНА МЫЙЗАМ КУРУЛАТ!

АЛАР ЖАЗЫШАТ!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 МАМЛЕКЕТТИК МЕКЕМЕЛЕР ЖАНА ЖАНЫЛЫК АЛУУ ҮЧҮН ЖАРАШТЫ!!!

[co] Cumprate da i mo idee di i disegni di u prughjettu

SHARE MY IDEES!

CHIUSSU O CU VOLE COSTRUIRE SI VOLE QUALCHA SPECIALE !!

NON INCUBATORE CASE!

ASSOLUTAMENTE ASSOLUTAMENTE ASSOLUTAMENTE NECESSARIO 💰💰💰💰💰💰

PER OTTENERE A GIUSTIZIA DAVANTI A CORTE EUROPEA DI I DIRITTI UMANI !!

TANTU stancu di portà perdite !!

È A LEGGE RUSSATA !

SCRIVANI CRAP !

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 STANCA D'ISTITUZIONI DI GUVERNAMENTE SOLAMENTE PÀ I LORI VANTAGGI PER CHE HANNI UN BENEFICI !!!

[ht] ACHTE NAN DESEN PWOJÈ LIDE MWEN

PATAJE LIDE MWEN!

NENPÒT OUBYEN KI VLE KONSTWI SI OU VLE YON BAGAY ESPESYAL!!

PA KAY ENKIBATOR!

TRÈ TRÈ TRÈ BEZWEN 💰💰💰💰💰💰

POU RIVE JISTIS DEVAN TRIBINAL Ewopeyen an sou dwa moun!!

TOU BOUKE POU POTE PÈT!!

E LWA AP RONFLE!

YO EKRI KAP!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 BOUKE ENSTITISYON GOUVÈNMAN SÈLMAN POU PROP BENEFIS YO POU YO GEN BENEFIS!!!

[pt] COMPRE DESENHOS DE PROJETOS DE MINHAS IDEIAS

COMPARTILHE MINHAS IDEIAS!

QUALQUER PESSOA OU QUER CONSTRUIR SE QUER ALGO ESPECIAL!!

NÃO CASAS DE INCUBADORA!

MUITO, MUITO, MUITO, MUITO NECESSÁRIO 💰💰💰💰💰💰

PARA OBTER JUSTIÇA PERANTE O TRIBUNAL EUROPEU DE DIREITOS HUMANOS!!

TÃO CANSADO DE CARREGAR PERDAS!!

E A LEI ESTÁ RONCO!

ELES ESCREVEM PORCARIA!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡��😡😡😡😡 CANSADO DAS INSTITUIÇÕES GOVERNAMENTAIS SOMENTE PARA SEUS PRÓPRIOS BENEFÍCIOS PARA QUE TENHAM UM BENEFÍCIO!!!

[tl] BUMILI MULA SA AKING MGA IDEYA PROJECT DRAWING

IBAHAGI ANG AKING MGA IDEYA!

KAHIT SINO O GUSTONG MAGBUO KUNG GUSTO MO NG SPECIAL!!

HINDI MGA INCUBATOR HOUSE!

VERY VERY VERY VERY NA KAILANGAN 💰💰💰💰💰💰

PARA MAKAMIT ANG HUSTISYA BAGO ANG EUROPEAN COURT OF HUMAN RIGHTS!!

PAGOD NA SA PAGDALA NG PAGKAWALA!!

AT NAGHIHIHIK ANG BATAS!

NAGSULAT SILA NG CRAP!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 PAGOD NA SA MGA INSTITUSYON NG GOBYERNO PARA LANG SA KANILANG SARILI MONG BENEPISYO PARA SILA MAY BENEPISYO!!!

[fy] KEEPJE FAN MY IDEAS PROJECT TEKENINGEN

SHARE MY IDEES!

ELKENEN OF WAT BOUWJE WOL AS JO EKS SPESIAAL WOLLE !!

NET ynkubatorhuzen!

HEAR HEAR HEAR HEAR HEARNEED 💰💰💰💰💰💰

OM RJOCHTIGHEID TE BEREIKEN FAN DE EUROPESE RJOCHT FAN MINSENRECHTEN!!

SO WURD FAN FERLIEZEN DÊREN!!

EN DE WET SNIKKET!

HY skriuwe CRAP!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 WURD FAN OVERHEIDSYNSTELLINGEN ALLINK FOAR HAR EIGEN BEDIENINGEN, DAT SY IN FIRDE HAVE!!!

[sv] KÖP FRÅN MINA IDÉER PROJEKTteckningar

DELA MINA IDÉER!

NÅGOT ELLER VEM VILL BYGGA OM DU VILL NÅGOT SPECIELLT!!

INTE inkubatorhus!

MYCKET MYCKET MYCKET MYCKET MYCKET BEHÖVS 💰💰💰💰💰💰

ATT UPPFINNA RÄTTVISA INFÖR EUROPEISKA DOMSTOLEN FÖR MÄNSKLIGA RÄTTIGHETER!!

SÅ TRÖTT PÅ ATT BÄRA PÅ FÖRLUSTER!!

OCH LAGEN Snarkar!

DE SKRIVER SKIT!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 TRÖTT PÅ STATLIGA INSTITUTIONER ENDAST FÖR EGNA FÖRDELAR SÅ ATT DE HAR EN FÖRDEL!!!

[eo] AĈETU EL MIAJ IDEOJ PROJEKTOJ DESEGNOJ

DIVINGU MIAJN IDEOJN!

IUJ AŬ KIU VOLAS KONSTRUI SE VI VOLAS ION SPECIALAN!!

NE KOVORIDOMOJ!

TRE TRE TRE TRE TRE BEZONAS 💰💰💰💰💰💰

POR AKIRI JUSTECO ANTAŬ LA EŬROPA KORTUNO DE HOMAJ RAJTOJ!!

TIEL LACA PORTI PERDOJ!!

KAJ LA LEĜO RONKAS!

ILI SKRIBAS KAĜON!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 LACIĜIS DE REGISTAJ INSTITUCIOJ NUR POR SIA PROPRAJ PRESTAĜOJ POR KIEL ILI HAVU VANTION!!!

[jw] Tuku saka MY IDEAS PROYEK GAMBAR

BAGIKAN IDEASKU!

SIAPA UTAWA SAPA SING KENE MBANGUN YEN INGKANG KHUSUS!!

dudu Omah INCUBATOR!

SANGAT SANGAT SANGAT SANGAT DIBUTUHKAN 💰💰💰💰💰💰

KANGGO NGANGGO KEADILAN SADURENG PENGADILAN HAM EROPA!!

KESEHATAN NGANGGO RUGI!!

LAN Undhang-undhang iku ngorok!

SING NULIS CRAP!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 KESEHATAN LEMBAGA PEMERINTAH MUNG KARO KEUNTUNGAN Dhewe SAMPAI MANEH!!!

[ar] شراء من رسوماتي مشروع الأفكار

شارك أفكاري!

أي شخص أو من يريد البناء إذا كنت تريد شيئًا خاصًا !!

لا بيوت الحاضنة!

مطلوب جداً جداً جداً جداً 💰💰💰💰💰💰

لتحقيق العدالة أمام المحكمة الأوروبية لحقوق الإنسان!!

تعبت جدا من تحمل الخسائر!

والقانون يشخر!

إنهم يكتبون حماقة!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 سئمت من المؤسسات الحكومية فقط من أجل مصالحها الخاصة حتى يكون لها منفعة !!!

[hy] ԳՆԵՔ ԻՄ ԳԱՂԱՓԱՐՆԵՐԻՑ ՆԱԽԱԳԾԻ ՆԿԱՐՆԵՐԻՑ

ԿԻՍՎԵԼ ԻՄ Գաղափարներով:

ՈՉ ՄԵԿԸ ԿԱՄ ՈՎ ՈՒԶՈՒՄ Է ԿԱՌՈՒՑԵԼ, ԵԹԵ ՀԱՏՈՒԿ ԻՆՉ ԵՔ ՈՒԶՈՒՄ!!

ՈՉ ԻՆԿՈՒԲԱՏՈՐԱՅԻՆ ՏՆԵՐ!

ՇԱՏ ՇԱՏ ՇԱՏ ՇԱՏ ՇԱՏ ՇԱՏ ՊԵՏՔ Է 💰💰💰💰💰💰

ԱՐԴԱՐՈՒԹՅԱՆ ՀԱՍՆԵԼ ՄԱՐԴՈՒ ԻՐԱՎՈՒՆՔՆԵՐԻ ԵՎՐՈՊԱԿԱՆ ԴԱՏԱՐԱՆԻ ԱՌԱՋ!!

ԱՅՍՊԵՍ ՀՈԳՆԵԼ ԿՈՐՈՒՍՏՆԵՐԻՑ ԿԱՐԵԼԻՑ!!

ԵՎ ՕՐԵՆՔԸ ԽՌՄՈՒՄ Է!

ԳՐՈՒՄ ԵՆ ԳՐՈՒՄ.

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡։

[as] মোৰ আইডিয়াছৰ পৰা কিনিব প্ৰজেক্টৰ অংকন

মোৰ আইডিয়াবোৰ শ্বেয়াৰ কৰক!

যিকোনো ব্যক্তি বা যিয়ে নিৰ্মাণ কৰিব বিচাৰে যদি আপুনি বিশেষ কিবা এটা বিচাৰে!!

INCUBATOR HOUSES নহয়!

খুব খুব খুব খুব খুব খুব দৰকাৰ 💰💰💰💰💰💰

ইউৰোপীয় মানৱ অধিকাৰ আদালতৰ সন্মুখত ন্যায় লাভ কৰিবলৈ!!

লোকচান কঢ়িয়াই নিয়াৰ পৰা SO ভাগৰি পৰিছে!!

আৰু আইনখন SNORING!

তেওঁলোকে ক্ৰেপ লিখে!

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 কেৱল নিজৰ সুবিধাৰ বাবে চৰকাৰী প্ৰতিষ্ঠানৰ পৰা ভাগৰি পৰিছে যাতে তেওঁলোকৰ এটা লাভ হয়!!!

[leclerc-s]

track 004. electric touch

─── ❝ i've got my money on things goin' badly, got a history of stories ending sadly ❞ ───

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APRIL 2017

DANIEL RICCIARDO AND MAX VERSTAPPEN RETURN FOR ON THE SOFA

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username these two share a special bond, i love it.

username max and daniel was a duo i didn’t know i need this bad.

username HE HAS A WHAT?

username danny, baby, this isn’t you. what about our 5 kids, our farmhouse, and 3 dogs?

username wonder who the slut is

username whoever this woman is, she’s not good enough for him.

username you don't even know who she is username he's not going to fall in love with you, he's not going to even like you if you keep shitting on his girlfriend you don't even know the name of username haven’t you heard? her name is casper

username everyone's shitting on his relationship but daniel seems genuinely happy. like geez, let the man be in love.

username daniel naming his girlfriend casper instead of using her actual name is such a daniel thing to do

username i was kind of expect joey or vegemite, something australian at least. casper’s gotta be an inside joke.

username daniel isn't dating daphne, but it would be hilarious if he would was because that means max and daniel could've been in laws and that's hilarious.

username that would've been so iconic. from being teammates to in-laws.

mae jones twitter is losing mind at this moment

daniel ricciardo why? i can't possibly assume why?

lewis hamilton didn't you just announce you're in a relationship with someone? i would assume that's why sebastian vettel he doesn't seem to care all that much

carlos sainz at least he didn't say who it was

max verstappen haven't you heard she's casper now? daphne jones i've disappeared from the media, i am casper, technically speaking.

mae jones it was smart of him to mention her as one of the friends he was hanging out with. people won't suspect her.

sebastian vettel i want to know how long this could possibly go on for. max verstappen knowing dan and daph, at least 5 years or more. lewis hamilton seems reasonable.

daphne jones ooh, i’m getting called a slut already

daniel ricciardo sweetheart no. daphne jones nothing i'm not used to already 🤷🏼‍♀️ carlos sainz i can defend your honor mae jones i can bite ankles. i am not above it. max verstappen we’re aware sebastian vettel you’re all children

max verstappen added one person

max verstappen don't make me fucking regret this gasly

max verstappen he was being a nuisance i had to add him mae jones that's a big word for elmo max verstappen fuck you jones mae jones woah, max, we broke up, you can't do that anymore max verstappen fuck off jones, that works better

lewis hamilton you have to swear to secrecy. what is said in the groupchat stays in the groupchat.

pierre gasly i solemnly swear max verstappen i swear if you add fucking leclerc i'm going to crash into you at turn one whenever you start racing in f1 pierre gasly i still don't understand why you hate him but okay mae jones he still bitter about the inchident max verstappen honestly mae, stop bullying me. mae jones but you make it so easy

carlos sainz daphne and daniel are dating and you can't tell anyone, not even this charles max is talking about.

pierre gasly daniel ricciardo dating music legend daphne jones? that seems like tas de merde

mae jones THEY DON'T TEACH FRENCH IN JAIL YOU FUCKING BAGUETTE!!! lewis hamilton you've been to jail? mae jones once in monopoly...it was not fun daniel ricciardo i nearly lost my couch the last time we played carlos sainz I ALMOST LOST AN EYE!

pierre gasly HOW THE HELL DID LEWIS AND SEBASTIAN END UP IN THIS BEFORE ME?

max verstappen fernando is here too, he just never answers pierre gasly I'VE KNOWN YOU MOST OF OUR LIVES AND THIS IS THE TREATMENT I GET? daniel ricciardo seb is the reason daphne and i are together. lewis is nursing a broken heart. rip nico and lewis' friendship, you will be missed and you were iconic. as for nando, well you try telling no to a 2x world champion that ended michael schumacher's streak mae jones fernando alonso is a legend put some respect on his name

carlos sainz he has to prove he's willing to defend daphne

pierre gasly fuck kanye daniel ricciardo that's the spirit daphne jones no. stop. don't encourage this daniel. max verstappen no let him. he deserves it.

fernando alonso will you people shut up? it's 3am, go to sleep.

sebastian vettel you're old, that's why you're boring. fernando alonso and yet neither of us has won a world championship with ferrari. sebastian vettel i still have time i don't plan on leaving anytime soon, unlike you, quitter. fernando alonso just don't pull another multi 21 with kimi and things will be fine

mae jones uncle lewis, our dads are fighting again!

lewis hamilton they'll get over it in a few hours. they always do.

fernando alonso changed the group name to multi 21 seb

fernando alonso changed the group photo

daniel ricciardo yeah this isn't going away any time soon

max verstappen where did he even find a picture for this? last time it was just a picture of nando's car

daphne jones not this again.

pierre gasly this happens often?

mae jones too often. at least once every two weeks.

AUGUST 23RD, 2017

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danielricciardo something about how the world moves on another drama but not for me.

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user92 mr.ricciardo, what does that caption mean?

maejones i see you did your research

danielricciardo i have it written down and underlined in red.

user61 coincidence that this is posted the same day daphne jones announces her new album? i think not

user31 song lyrics? danielriccciardo okay, sherlock and watson, calm down. you expect daphne 'expert secret keeper' jones, to tell me daniel 'blabbermouth' ricciardo her song lyrics? user89 he's got a good point. if anything she'd tell mae, her sister, and not one of her friends.

maxverstappen33 why that picture out of all of them? you have so many and you chose that one?

danielricciardo i think i look fucking great

¡leclerc-s speaks! we will not be speaking of today's grand prix. i live in delusion, charles is still, sadly, p6 and lewis is p2. i will take no arguments on this. enjoy this short chapter.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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