#petit laszlo

[soapkaars]

Laszlo the financial expert with his latest crippling addiction (Uma Musume)

#peter lorre #peter lorre clone #petit laszlo #drawing #digital drawing #original character #my oc art

[dumbledorathexplora]

Someone made a post about how well Matt Berry’s voice would fit Garfield…so I had to test it out…..

#who wants to start a petition to get Matt over Chris pRAT???? #because this is good this is TOO good #works so well omggggggg #Garfield #WWDITS #What we do in the shadows #wwdits laszlo #Matt Berry #animation #anime #cartoon #cartoons #voice over #funny #vampires #autumn #October #Halloween #Garfield Movie

[missjeanisims]

Fangs of Rebellion: The Rebellious Vampires Townie Makeover

After a life changing experience with Count Vladislaus Straud, Marybell Smith changed her name to Miss Hell.  While coming to terms with her new situation, she started to embrace her new life... her rebellious new life.  With her two companions Kate Cave & Markus Crow, they wreak havoc in Forgotten Hollow.

Gallery ID: JELobo4

Unfortunately I can’t list all the CC used individually without my post disappearing.  I listed as much as I could below.  You can find the rest of the links with the individual file names here.

🦇Default/Used on All CC

Skin: Windflower Default Skin - @llumisims

Skin Overlay: Ooh Smooth 2 - @luumia

Skin Details 1: TOPAZ - @nesurii

Skin Details 2: About Face - @pyxiidis

Skin Details 3: Defined Nose Overlay - SAMANTHAGUMP  

Skin Details 4: Misc, Face Details - @okruee

Skin Details 5: Vampire Skin Detail Override - @littlest-rosie

Default Eyes: Yahline 2.0 - @nords-sims

Vampire Default Eyes: Nightvision Eyes - @aveirasims

Lashes: TS4 3D Lashes - @kijiko-sims

Default Teeth: Pearly Whites V.2 - @ice-creamforbreakfast

Body Hair Female: Let’s Get Hairy - @cabsim

Body Hair Male: Body Hair v5+ - @luumia

Presets/Sliders 1: Petite Feet V2 - @dallasgirl79

Presets/Sliders 2: Enhanced Anatomy - @golyhawhaw

Other 1: No EA Eyelashes - @cienzroza

Other 2: More Traits in CAS - @thepancake1s-mods & @mizoreyukii

🦇Miss Hell

Trait: Arrogant - Kuttoe

Eyebrows: Megan N11 - @pralinesims

Hair: Alex - @tekri  

Eyeshadow: 1960′s Eyeshadow - @zurkdesign

Eyeliner: Sweet Chaos N108 - @pralinesims

Lipstick: Basics Lip Kit - @xurbansimsx & @oshinsims

Highlighter: Love Cosmos Highlighter - @crypticsim

🦇 Kat Cave​

Eyebrows: Aphrodite Eyebrows - @thepeachyfaerie

Hair: Tegan Hair - maplesim

Baby Hair: Babyhair Collection - @sheabuttyr

Eyeliner: Not So Graphic Liner - @littlesimzbeezcc

Blush: Brown High Dark - @xmiramira

Highlighter: TOPAZ - @nesurii

Nail Polish 1: Nail It! - @joliebean

Nail Polish 2: Nailed It - @pictureamoebae

🦇Markus Crow

Skin Detail: Subtle Facial Scars - @pyxiidis

Tattoo: Japanese Tattoo - @ayoshi

Eyebrows: Laszlo N141 - @pralinesims

Hair: Octavian Hair by @clumsyalienn

Eyeliner: Eyeliner N78 - @pralinesims

Blush: Blush N72 Wine - @pralinesims

Earrings: Astral - @pralinesims

Watch: Classic Men Watch - @utopyacc​

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@ayoshi

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Dailiaa

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NataliS

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@sentate

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@tajsiwel

@tamo-sim

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@trillyke

@viiavi

@wildlyminiaturesandwich

@wistfulpoltergeist

@zeussim

#ts4 #sims4 #sims 4 #sims4creations #sims 4 creations #createasim #create a sim #towniemakeover #townie makeover #rebelliousvampires #rebellious vampires #notinworldsims #not in world sims #vampires #occultsims #occult sims #MissJeaniSimsCreations

[motsimages]

I am reading a lot about the culture and socity of noblepeople in the 18th Century France because of Dangerous liaisons daily. I still haven't found the answer I want but today I can tell you a bit about "Petite maisons", on topic for it is to one of these Merteuil takes her chevalier.

So, at the very beginning of the 18th Century, noblepeople started to build and use petites maisons in Paris to have a private space for their lovers and for doing things they wouldn't dare doing at home. Both men and women, because they would go in unmarked carriages, with unmarked servants. This makes me think that each person would have family colours, heraldry, etc. in both the car and the clothes of the servants.

Now think of how does Merteuil organise her escape with her servant so as to surprise her lover. I can't quote because I'm on my phone, but she desguides herself as a worker, she says she is ill, she makes someone else write a letter for him... She takes all kinds of measures as to not leave a trace. Nobody could accuse her of doing what she is doing. And she does it for hours in her petite maison.

Some petite maisons, by the middle of the century, had luxury things like a bath with a view to the countryside or a bath by the entrance. In some cases, a bath that was clearly dessigned for several people.

But it wasn't always sex, or not only. They would also have a big living room for dinners, anddining exquisite foods. They would also hold philosophical gatherings (salons) or hire theatre companies to play full shows there. Sometimes, it would be a famous theatre play with little clothing, or it would be followed by an orgy (why the fuck not, making Laszlo and Nadja proud, I guess).

By the 1770s-1780s, many of these petite maisons were actually marked, with a known owner in a known place, by its willing owner. They would have scientific collections. Or they could be used to create gardens and study botany. Or to play the bucolic rural simple life with play pretend milk houses.

In any case, they were the sign of the libertin life, the sign of bored aristocrats looking for fun, entertainmemt a d agreeable moments.

#Dangerous liaisons #Dangerous liaisons daily #Petite maison #Claire Ollagnier has a book about this #I got this general info from an article she wrote and other articles about the book

[aromalys-april]

Top des ingrédients pour passer l'hiver avec une bonne immunité

Bonjour, mes petits loups découvrez ici mes favoris pour traverser l’hiver avec une immunité d’enfer j’adore mon docteur mais je le sais surcharger alors avec les bons gestes je fais en sorte de le soulager avec une malade en moins ;). Découvrez mes astuces I-  L’huile essentielle d’hysope : Moins connu mais tout aussi efficace L’huile essentielle d’hysope de Laszlo est un de mes favoris en…

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[famdommcfanface]

Y'all are saying how hot Nandor, Nadja and Guillermo are and that's fair enough, but where is my Laszlo love? I don't mean to go on about it but have you even SEEN his hair. What more could you want in a person.

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows spoilers #wwdits spoilers #Laszlo is the hottest one fight me #also petition for Nandor to have his hair like his actor has it #I don't even know what the difference is but there is one and idk I want to see it

[saltysalmonkid]

Wait hold on i just realised something what the fuck is laszlo going to wear now that all his clothes are w memo in london. Petition to let him wear all of colin robinsons old clothes bc it wld be both sad and funny

#wwdits #laszlo cravensworth

[cazimagines]

I was thinking about the boys reacting to having a petit thin girl who loves to being on their laps and kissing their necks 🥰

And what great thoughts to have, lord, I see how flustered some would get like Laszlo and Andrea as they are not used to it, and are so surprised by how much they love the contact and the feeling of you kissing their necks, while Zemo for examples aches for it and hold you close to himself because he wants to loose himself in the feeling of your lips on his neck.

#daniel brühl #andrea marowski #laszlo kreizler #zemo

[soapkaars]

Making lots of silly doodles about Laszlo, the Peter Lorre clone who succeeded where his father/the original failed in: becoming a financial expert and managing massive amounts of money (and pocketing some of it). Here he’s struggling to keep his family’s finances in order and chasing after Deux and Trois to get them to submit their documents to him

Appealing to a higher order (Peter Lorre’s ghost) to get his guardians get their shit together (the younger clones call Captain Trois and Doctor Deux Toto and Dédé respectively)

Nobody’s more dedicated to finances than Laszlo

#the taxman will get you #and if he doesn’t Laszlo will #peter lorre #petit laszlo #drawing #agenda doodle #doodle #captain trois #doctor deux #taxes

[dreaming-about-the-dead]

I have so many thoughts and feelings about the new episode, but I just want to say a few things here

That little montage of all the moments Colin and Laszlo spent together this season brought me to the most confusing mixture of tears and laughter I've ever experienced

Laszlo's hair this episode was HOT especially when some strands were falling in front of his face I was like damn boy it's hot as fuck in here

Nandor was being the biggest piece of shit this episode but he's fucking hot when he's angry so I'm not mad

Like, please this man could angry smash me at any time and I'd be thankful

Nadja hugging Laszlo was so beautiful I need to see more of them being openly affectionate towards each other why don't they show this to us

Nadja hugging Colin was also really cute

I need to see more Nadja hugs

The Guide throwing shade at the human sugar baby haosbalshoaa she's legendary I want to be her roommate

Also, petition to have the Guide be a regular in the cast until the end of the show and please let her live with them, she's hilarious

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #rip colin my beloved

[scuttle-buttle]

Chapter 9

WC: 1196

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: fluff?, mentions of physical disability & self consciousness, mentions of substance use

A/N: Wavy Gravy is the raddest man. I love him.

🧠

The room was beyond crowded as you stood next to Dr. Kreizler. Bitsy really wasn’t joking when she told you how chaotic these conferences get. You had already sat through one reading with him that morning. It was interesting enough.

“And you must be the famous TA Laszlo has told us all about!” came a rich bellow from behind you. You whipped around to face the man, a good head taller than you. He wore a bright smile which was so in contrast to the face of the doctor.

“Oh…?” you go to shake his proffered hand.

“John Schuyler Moore, photojournalism professor and friend of our dear alienist.”

“Oh! Yes, Dr. Moore,” nodding your head a little, you notice a much shorter blonde woman stroll up beside him. “Please, just John is fine,” he insists.

“Don’t give the poor girl a heart attack, John. Sara Howard, it’s nice to finally meet you.” You shake hands as well. She is petite, but right away you can sense a strength and poise about her. “Laszlo has told us a great deal about you.”

You glance at the man from the corner of your eye. He is giving Sara a stern look. “I see. I wasn’t aware he spoke of me.”

“He sings your praises on the regular,” she laughs.

An awkward grunt makes its way up your throat at her comment. He’s told you that your work was ‘satisfactory’ but there was no way he would go so far as to talk about you with his friends and colleagues. You figure the two are just being friendly.

“Laszlo, if I may,” John signals to another part of the room for the doctor to follow. With a nod the two men go off, leaving you with Dr. Howard.

She moves in to stand closer to your side. “I hope he’s been treating you well, Laszlo is not the easiest to deal with at times. He pays no mind to what is considered polite conversation etiquette.” At your blanching she adds “you can speak freely with me about it. He can be an ass, I’m the first to admit and call him out on it.” She smiles at you.

“Dr. Howard I’m-”

“Oh no please, call me Sara. We aren’t so far apart in age and you’re a graduate student. There is no need for formal titles.” The two of you chat for almost half an hour, mostly on the topic of the doctor before the men rejoin you. You don't speak as you would with Bitsy, but you find it very easy to trust and confide in Sara. John looks rather pleased with himself upon his return. You do catch the slight wink he gives Sara. Dr. Kreizler, on the other hand, appears as though he’s been told he needs a root canal.

The four of you spend the next couple hours perusing the new selections and attending a few of the reading demonstrations. John is almost like a dog, you think, overly friendly and does his best to include you in the conversations the trio have. Sara communicates with you through her facial expressions and eye rolls at the men. You are certain you even hear the doctor crack a joke or two. You carry the tote bag of books that Kreizler has purchased, despite John repeatedly attempting to assist. It’s good that the doctor has people like them, you think.

Sara and John eventually excused themselves for the night. Around 8pm the doctor turns to you. “There is a reading on a new monograph about Woodstock that starts in fifteen minutes. I have put our names on the list.”

You blink at him. “Woodstock. Like sex, drugs, and rock & roll, Woodstock '69, Woodstock?”

“Is there another?” He lifts his brows in exasperation as he considers you.

“No? Doesn’t sound like something you’d be into, though,” you argue lightly.

“Not particularly. But I thought you would find it useful towards your own studies. I know you are fond of it.”

A faint flutter broke out in your gut at his words. Never in your life had you thought this man would care enough to think of you and your own interests, especially not when this trip was for his own benefit. You had assumed you would need to beg to be let off for a few hours to seek out the history and sociology seminars. Time had frozen as you stared at him.

Maybe he did care?

“Are you alright?” he finally asked, concerned.

“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. That sounds really great, thank you.”

Dr. Kreizler guides you to the proper hall and you find your seats. The space was more cramped than you were overall comfortable with. Or rather, you were uncomfortable due to the proximity in which you and the professor sat. At least that is what you told yourself.

The room was packed, chairs placed tightly together. You sat to his right side. It was close enough that you could smell the cologne he wore; something spicy and citrusy and intoxicating. Barely a hair's breadth separated you from each other. He was warm against you. Often your thighs would touch, or even his weaker arm along your own. You could just feel the boney limb through your sleeves, which often hid how skinny it truly was compared to his left side. If it bothered him he gave no indication.

Midway through you lean close to his ear. “You know, the whole concept shouldn’t have worked. It was fucked from the get go. They literally had everything working against them, the rain, the traffic, the lack of sanitation, food. Wavy Gravy and his posse really made all the difference. When things got rough he was able to use psychoanalysis techniques to encourage the new social ideals of free love and the 'cooperative', reminding everyone why they were there in the first place. He appealed to the collective psyche of the counterculture movement. The whole thing is insane!”

You don’t notice how close you had gotten to him as you spoke, your chest was nearly pressed against his shoulder. At first you touching along his bad arm made him want to instinctually pull away. As you spoke you were still facing the stage, paying no mind to the feel of it. It quelled his anxiety that you didn't seem to care. So Laszlo had tilted his head closer towards you as you whispered. He found that your eyes were lit up similar to when you would argue with him. But this time it wasn’t because you were annoyed at him - this time it was because you were passionate and excited - and it was breathtaking.

You face him when he doesn't respond; only a few inches separate you. His eyes lock with your own. A beat passes and he doesn't look away. "What?" you ask. Maybe you had offended him by speaking during the lecture?

Laszlo gathers himself. "It seems you have been paying attention during my lectures.” He smirks.

You face back forward in hopes that he doesn’t see the heat in your cheeks. “Don’t flatter yourself too much, professor.” You can feel his silent chuckle.

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[lesbiankiliel]

petition for laszlo to have the crown after old elizabeth kicks it

#erina's irrelevant babbling #what we do in the shadows #wwdits spoilers #laszlo #laszlo cravensworth

[spongebob-connoisseur]

With how often there's a cat in a Peter Lorre movie I headcanon Slappy as a cat lover.

Petition to keep Mr. Stinky as a permanent pet for Slappy Laszlo. Yes Mr. Stinky is a skunk but Slappy only adopts him because he thinks he's a cat anyways. Bikini Bottomites seem to think skunks are cats and also just REALLY adore cats to begin with.

Slappy Laszlo fellow cat lover 😤 😤

#Also fellow skunk enjoyer #That... Doesn't sound right #You know what i mean #Absolutely STARVED for some slappy content #spongebob #spongebob squarepants #the spongebob connoisseur #sb #spongebon squarepants #spongebob meme #the patrick star show #the patrick show #slappy laszlo #laszlo spongebob #Slappy spongebob #Peter lorre fish #Peter is seen with a cat so often in movies that at this point i keep count lol #I love cats a lot too so i just get excited seeing them #My favorite is his character dr lorentz in The Boogie Man Will Get You #He keeps a little siamese kitten in his pocket and he takes the cat out and places it on the table while he conduct business dealings #Also that cat can sniff out crime and corruption #She sniffed out a dead body :) #Such a cutie kitty #He never seems to forget his cat #Before going anywhere he always makes sure to bring her :) #New tag #Peter lorre postings on main #For posts that feel more peter lorre than spongebob related #Wait i like peter postings on main more

[janus-cadet]

I was tagged by @simuran , thank you ! :D

Rules : Tag the people you want to know better.

Three Ships : Only three ? TuT Well, hm. The Doctor / The Master from Doctor Who (which is- yeah, well, I'll never stop shipping them). Loki / happiness- or Tony Stark, I'm not that picky. And one no one will ever understand, but I swear, it's great, Dr. Laszlo Kreizler / Commander Leopard. I will not explain it. Deal With It.

Last Song : Oh no- Five Hundred Miles, by Carey Mulligan, Justin Timberlake and Stark Sands. I- well I was walking and it's very groovy.

Last Movie : Inglorious Basterds, Quentin Tarantino. I did watch it before, but I rewatched it with my sister, so yes, last movie I saw. I still like it very much. So many talented actors, gorgeous shots, and interesting plots.

Currently reading : La Petite Marchande de Prose, by Daniel Pennac. It's french, it follows Au Bonheur des ogres and La fée carabine, and it's a book I read many time and still enjoy today. Most of it is a thriller/polar, but it's also a love letter to literature and I love it. Plus, I love when jokes tend to be sardonic.

Currently Watching : Oh, well, I'm caught in a Doctor Who marathon, I may never get out again. But once again, it's a rewatch... I'm also watching What if... ? From Marvel studios, so, I guess, a little diversity?

Currently consuming : Uuuuh it's like, water, with... ehm, peach soda thingy, and it tastes kind of bad, like sort-of-alcohol-but-not-really-alcohol. It's cool, tho, and it's hot here. So the taste is not important. It's certainly not delicious that's for sure.

Currently craving : Cookie. That's all. Just cookie. I love cookies. But I'm too much of a lazy ass to go and cook some myself. Let alone, go out and buy them. Nope. Not happening.

Tagging @mimmixerenard (I know you, I don't care, I want to know m o r e), @ace-ace-in-yo-face , @paul-saulter and @daydream-corpse - wanna try ? :D

#tag game #simuran

[electric-rabbits]

Petition for Guillermo to call Laszlo “Gringo de mierda” at least once in season 4

#wwdits

[profenscene]

Lundi 13 décembre

(Avertissement, je spoile violemment la saison 9 de Doctor Who. Mais tu peux comprendre sans rien connaître à Doctor Who. Voilà, je pense que tu es suffisamment averti. On y va.)

Je pourrais me la péter et dire que mon émotion la plus forte face à une œuvre de fiction ces dix dernières années a été ma rencontre avec les mots d'une autrice. Ou un accord, un lied, un travelling à couper le souffle.

Mais non. Mon émotion la plus forte a été la mort de Clara dans Doctor Who. Et son refus. Pour ceux qui ne connaissent pas Doctor Who ou qui s'en foutent, lorsque son amie Clara meurt, le Docteur parvient à figer le temps une fraction de secondes avant l'instant fatal. Clara est sauvée, mais son cœur ne bat plus. Elle est littéralement suspendue entre deux battements de cœur. L'avant-dernier et le dernier.

Parce que j'aime me raconter des histoires, je me disais que ces dernières semaines, c'est à ça que ressemblait ma vie professionnelle. Sans jamais connaître précisément la date de ce remplacement. Je bossais avec bonheur, figé entre un faux départ et le vrai. Et puis ce matin, j'arrive très tôt au bahut. Je suis parti à 7h10 parce que je roule sur une roue de secours, que je vais tenter d'aller faire changer dans la journée. À cette heure-là, il y a encore deux-trois place sur le petit parking. Et déjà quelques élèves qui arrivent. Certains viennent de loin, histoire d'options, je crois. Ils révisent sur les tables du hall, jouent du piano, plus rarement. On est silencieux, le matin. Même le bonjour que je lance à F., à la loge est un peu en sourdine. Elle me sourit, brillant, derrière le masque, tandis que je photocopie les évaluations des secondes. Après pas mal de temps à patouiller, je maîtrise enfin la fonction d'imprimer directement en pdf, et ça, c'est un peu la classe, il faut le reconnaître. Comme d'habitude, la grosse cafetière de diner (l'épisode de Doctor Who commence et se termine dans un diner) trop usée embaume les lieux. Il y a une tension qui monte avec l'odeur. Pas désagréable. Le trac d'entrée en scène. Qu'on conjure en discutant avec les collègues, arrivés petit à petit. Les bonjours, l'excuse à A., que j'ai plantée samedi (c'est avec elle que je devais dîner quand mon pneu a crevé), les échanges avec J-C. sur le texte qu'il va faire lire avec ses Term. Je me retourne sur le fauteuil. C'est flou, je ne sais plus trop qui me présente la personne qui se tient devant moi.

"Tu es là ? Parce que c'est E., que tu remplaçais. Elle est revenue."

Dans Doctor Who, les oreilles de Clara bourdonnent, parce que son cœur ne bat plus et que c'est un son que tous les humains se sont entraînés à ne plus entendre depuis leur naissance. Son absence est étrange.

"Ah d'accord. Je vois."

Je dois avoir un sourire infect de suffisance, parce que je tente d'afficher une contenance. Ma tronche ferait sans doute à ce moment-là une usine à memes. Heureusement, une partie de mon cerveau a pris le relai et, en pilote automatique, répond aux questions, informe E. de l'essentiel, parce que dix minutes, c'est bref. J'ai par automatisme gardé à la main le livre que je rangeais quand E. et arrivée. Il est enveloppée dans une pochette en tissu. C'est Laszlo qui me l'a cousue quand j'ai dit une première fois au revoir aux secondes. Quelques minutes. Des masses d'informations. En effet, il y a eu un léger souci de communication. Et désormais E. va prendre ses classes et moi, demain, je recevrai quelques parents d'élèves. C'est décidé comme ça. J'acquiesce impassible, je ne dis jamais ce qu'il faut comme il faut quand il faut. Il est 8h25. Tout le monde est au travail au lycée Gallia. Et j'ai l'impression, déjà, de ne plus faire partie du grand corps. Mon cœur s'est remis à battre. Mais, contrairement à Clara, d'autres pulsations suivent. Celles qui me permettront de déposer la voiture au garage.

Nous sommes deux heures plus tard et j'écris. Dans ma tête, c'est encore une grande explosion silencieuse. Même si c'est, je n'en doute pas un instant, le quotidien de milliers de profs remplaçants.

Et si je consigne ça dès maintenant, ce n'est pas pour me plaindre, dénoncer, ou faire un deuil. De deuil il n'y a pas.

C'est sans doute pour conclure, comme dans cet épisode de Docteur Who de la saison 9. Lorsque Clara dit : "Les souvenirs deviennent des histoires quand on les oublie."

(image tirée de Doctor Who)