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Need to find a new apartment in la Ville des Lumières. Who wants to help me look?
@lloydhansenanon ? @itsnickfowler ? @feileacansaspeirs ?
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Une si jolie petite plage (Yves Allégret, 1949)
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soeurdelune · 1 month
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avatars (400 x 640): enzo vogrincic, signés lune/soeurdelune
faceclaim proposé pour un scénario que j'attend fort impatiemment sur concrete jungle (clique pour la lecture) 👀
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tealviscaria · 3 months
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Btw saviez-vous que le clip de Tatoue-moi a été tourné dans les rues de Prague? <3
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mogwai-movie-house · 4 months
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Such A Pretty Little Beach (1949)
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The film begins splendidly, with Gerard Philipe arriving by bus to an out-of-the-way and out-of-season seaside town where it always rains and the beach is always empty. He checks into the little inn there claiming to be a student looking for some peace and quiet for his nerves, but clearly he has a big secret he is hiding, and an elderly resident of the inn seems to recognize him, too.
All this is established admirably, and the mystery and atmosphere it generates is first rate. Unfortunately, once we start to learn more of his story, the mystery falls away and the rest of the film is just interminable shots of Philipe wandering around in the rain and occasionally crying for no apparent reason. None of the other characters have any depth or believability to them, and many of their actions don't seem to make sense. Random generic statements about orphans throughout bog the story down and never add up to anything clear or meaningful. One gets the feeling the creators didn't get any further than the premise before starting making the film and then just gave up putting any more work into keeping the ball rolling.
So the second half of the film is undeniably a failure, but up till that point it's really very good indeed, and a great example of the kind of film noir that only the French could make.
★★★★★★☆☆☆☆
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minivirgo · 2 years
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ces temps-ci je me suis souvent sentie MIGNONNE
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z0uz · 1 year
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feeling like a main character today*
*wearing my favorite clothes, wandering in bookshops with boba in one hand and flowers that i just bought for myself in the other
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dagss · 2 years
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LOSKIÑ | skan (écaille)
Comme un avertissement, l'énorme reptile rugit, déchirant le ciel nocturne d'une flamme brillante. Galessin recula et se maudit immédiatement pour ce geste. Derrière lui, la fermière ne broncha même pas en heurtant son armure. « Tirez-vous de là ! aboya-t-il, tendu. Allez vous mettre à l’abri ! » Surveillant l’ennemi, il secoua l’épaule de sa comparse sans réussir à la débarrasser de sa langueur. Les lourdes pattes du dragon frappèrent le sol, envoyant violemment valser ses adversaires.
                                                                      chapitre 4
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theelfmaiden · 2 years
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It's been weeks since I've begun thinking about changing my blog nick...
... and I'm really tempted to change it to "kefir".
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Un chiot ou un chaton? Ou les deux?
Because a new apartment needs at least one furry friend.
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Une si jolie petite plage (Yves Allégret, 1949)
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reginadeinisseni · 1 year
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leclerc-hs · 1 month
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soft bath tub sex blurb - cl16
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leaving this here.....xoxo smut under the cut!
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“That’s it.” He groaned as your walls squeezed his cock tightly. The repetitive slap of your skin against his echoed the walls of the bathroom as he pressed your chest over the edge of the bathtub. The water spilling out of the tub with each thrust of his hips, he couldn’t find it in himself to even care. Not with the soft little moans escaping past your lips.
You whimpered softly, the contrast between the cool edge of the bathtub and the warm water creating goosebumps that rippled across your skin, a sensation that sent shivers down your spine.
His strokes were slow but calculated. Hitting that spot deep inside your tummy just right.
“M’so in love with you.” He mumbles against the shell of your ear, his warm breath sending tingling sensations to your spine as he leaned over, enveloping your body in his embrace like a cocoon. “Ma jolie fille.” My pretty girl.
 His hands fisted your hair as he fucked into you, your pussy clenched around him with each profound statement he made.
“Une si bonne fille.” Such a good girl.
“Tu vas tout prendre, hm?” Gonna take it all?
The hand wrapped in your hair pulled your body up, pulling your back flush with his chest as he leaned back on his knees. His other hand trailed down to your waist, sliding you up and down his cock, guiding your movements.
“S’il te plait,” Please. You turned your head to the side, catching his gaze as his fingers tightened around the flesh of your hips, a silent testament to the struggle within him, as if he were desperately holding onto his own resolve.
“Yes, mon ange.” His voice was soft and gentle in your ear. “Squeeze m’cock. Cum all over me.” He begged as you picked up the pace of your hips.
“Show me how good you feel, mon ange.”
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theemporium · 4 months
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technically the first proper introduction into the charles and blitz world despite how much we talk about them!!
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“If you die, can I get your Pista?”
Charles lifted his head, shooting you an unimpressed look. 
“What? I just thought we should cover all bases,” you defended, knocking your shoulder against his. 
You knew exactly what was going through his head. You knew he was overthinking the whole thing, making up the worst assumptions and how it could affect the time he would have to take off training. You knew he was working himself up like he tended to do, falling silent and allowing his only company to be himself.
It was the exact reason you insisted on coming with him.
“And out of everything I own, you want my car?” Charles questioned, his eyebrows raised. 
“Yeah well, you treat that thing like your baby—minus the parking skills,” you said with an innocent smile spread across your face. “Surely that makes me a step-mother or some sort of parental figure.”
“The way your brain works amazes me every day,” he murmured with a shake of his head.
“You love me,” you sang, nudging his shoulder once again and, this time, he lifted his arm to wrap it around your shoulder. 
“Unfortunately, I do. Even when you’ve started planning for my death before I go into surgery,” he mused, but you could hear the underlying hint of fear. The one he didn’t really want to admit, but the one that you saw as clear as day anyways.
“Everything is gonna be fine,” you reassured him and lightly squeezed his knee. “Who else am I gonna look down on the top step of the podium if not you?” 
He rolled his eyes. “It is truly a miracle I love you.”
“I’m the best thing in your life and you know it, Leclerc,” you countered, poking his side. 
Charles’ face softened. “Yeah, you are.” 
“Charles Leclerc!” 
He turned to look at the nurse who was waiting for him by the doors, a kind and welcoming smile on her face. You watched the way his face dropped a little, the way his body tensed against yours and you squeezed his knee again. 
“You’re coming back to me, Charlie. It’ll be fine.”
“Tu es si jolie, mon amour.”
*You are so pretty, my love.
“English, Charlie. My French is lacklustre at best.”
“Tu es l’amour de ma vie!” 
*You are the love of my life!
You sighed deeply, taking a glance at the boy in the passenger seat of the car. He had a lovesick smile on his face, his cheeks flushed pink and a little bit of drool on the edge of his mouth. He looked adorable—and fucking hilarious if the pictures you sent to his brothers were anything.
However, since the second he had woken up from the procedure, Charles seemed adamant on only rambling your ear off in French. No Italian or English to be heard. Just French. Just the one damn language that you were hopeless in, despite the many years you knew the Monegasque.
“J’ai hâte de t’épouser,” he sighed dreamily as he stared at you with an expression that made your chest tighten.
*I can’t wait to marry you
“I don’t know what you said but me too, buddy,” you said as you reached over to softly pat his thigh. 
However, the boy was one step ahead of you and quickly grabbed your hand to intertwine with his own.
“Regarder!” He giggled, holding your joined hands up proudly. “Nous sommes connectés pour toujours maintenant!” 
*Look! We are connected forever now!
“You’re so lucky you’re cute,” you commented, fighting the odd urge to bite back a smile even when you had no understanding of what he said. “I might need to call your mother if you keep up this whole French act.”
“Oui, appelle-la! C’est aussi ta famille, mon amour!” Charles nodded.
*Yes, call her! She is your family too, my love!
“You know, these embarrassing videos don’t work if even I don’t understand them,” you added, shooting him a look but he just smiled back at you, and you couldn’t really be mad at that.
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emiliemaria · 2 years
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