Recueil contenant les numéros 1342 à 1354 du 2 janvier 1964 au 26 mars 1964
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if my stupid fucking kindle is gonna show me ads everytime i open it can it at least show me ads for book written by real people and not whatever robot bullshit ai cover content mill produce this is.
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Cold. Nights were getting cold again.
Jules stumbled through the night, keeping his old jacket close to him. He was undead, how in hell was he still feeling cold? Questions not worth asking. Too many winters had come and gone for him still to be asking something so stupid.
He was still cold though. Shivering, trapped in his mind,
(murderereatercannibal you almost ate her hateeatermurderer)
Jules finally got into an alleyway where he crouched to the ground, pulling his knees to his chest. A sip from his mostly empty flask (strange, hadn't it been full just an hour earlier?) and a warbled sob left his lips.
Let the cold make me sleep. Please let the cold make me sleep.
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starter for @thechiyonosakenyc's lucas
from jules
verse: main
His room smelled of him. It also embodied his very aura, from the masculine décor to the look of the bed, with tussled bedsheets and pillows with indentations of his head in the middle of them, to his clothes carelessly thrown over the chairs. The mess made it easier for her to find one of his silk ties, which she’d draped around her neck and positioned strategically over her bare b.reasts, the smooth fabric tickling her pale pink nubs. All this to prepare her for him: they had agreed upon it but never specified when and where, and she was tired of waiting. She had drawn them both in so many lascivious positions that knowing some, if not all, of those would become a reality was making her impatient.
Knowing when he got off of his shift at the bar came in handy now, including where he kept the spare house key. Now, all she had to do was wait, her heart pounding in her chest and the wetness between her thighs increasing by the second. She could have started pleasuring herself while waiting for him, but she had a feeling that Lucas would want to do that himself. And she certainly didn’t want to deny him of that, not when he was most likely going to ram her within an inch of her life. All her nerves flew out of her body when she heard his vehicle in the garage, and her heart began to beat faster at all the noises indicating that he was on his way upstairs. Would he notice that she had been downstairs? Did her sweet perfume linger in the air? Regardless, she’d kept the bedroom lights open so that he wouldn’t mistake her for a burglar.
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like for a canon one-liner !
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Jules Verne Sentences
(Sentences from Jules Verne. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"If there were no thunder, men would have little fear of lightning."
"It was obvious that the matter had to be settled, and evasions were distasteful to me."
"There are no impossible obstacles; there are just stronger and weaker wills."
"A wicked man is distrustful, and fear is commonly found in those who are able to inspire it."
"In the presence of nature's grand convulsions, man is powerless."
"While there is life, there is hope."
"Death, the beginning of eternal things, is only the end of earthly cares."
"Where others have failed, I will not fail."
"I dream with my eyes open."
"He who is mistaken in an action which he sincerely believes to be right may be an enemy, but retains our esteem."
"As for difficulties, they were made to be overcome."
"To a poet, a pearl is a tear of the sea."
"Reality provides us with facts so romantic that imagination itself could add nothing to them."
"The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the last moment."
"It is only when you suffer that you truly understand."
"Everything has an end. Everything passes away."
"Nature's creative power is far beyond man's instinct of destruction."
"Solitude is a sad thing, with no heart to which to confide your griefs."
"I feel that we should always put a little art into what we do. It's better that way."
"I say, you do have a heart!"
"It is a great misfortune to be alone."
"What use are the best of arguments when they can be destroyed by force?"
"The human mind delights in grand conceptions of supernatural beings."
"It seems wisest to assume the worst from the beginning and let anything better come as a surprise"
"We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones."
"The sea is everything."
"A true Englishman doesn't joke when he is talking about so serious a thing as a wager."
"One friend is always sacrificed to the other in friendship."
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julien has this … claim … over camille . and it’s wrong . god , it’s all sorts of wrong . but he charmed her away from her ex once , didn’t he ? so why wouldn’t he think he could do it again ? “ so , i hear darius has emerged from his … comment dit - on ? ah , yes , hiding place , ” mumbles , lips ghosting her neck , barely touching , breath warm on her skin . he’s so damn confident , so very sure , as fingers tilt her chin up , up to meet his gaze . “ to that , i propose a night out . just you and i . oh , and a horde of paparazzi , of course . think of the message that’ll send , hmm ? it’ll paint such a vivid picture of where your loyalties truly lie . ” // @salvateure
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@without-an-alibi gets a starter ( xo Jules of Buffalo )
"Is that really a good idea?"
Jules was unbelievably frustrated at her (deceased) sister's (deceased) husband's (annoyingly alive) brother. Ashton was proposing they have a small get together for her sister's kids' friends. It would be a great idea, if they had friends, and if this wasn't an entirely too breakable castle they were talking about inviting a bunch of kids into.
"Don't get me wrong, I love that you thought of it. It's just... Madi and Milo don't have many friends back home."
She admitted, running a hand through locks of hair.
"And this place? it's lovely, Ashton, but there's so much to break. How many five and twelve year olds have you been around lately?"
Jules asked, her eyes sparkling a little with amusement.
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in a situation where yall have fed me so well on all the different pages my brain is breaking trying to decide where to start lsdkfj;sdklfjsdf
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"si tengo que escuchar UNA vez más ‘que me bese la cumpleañera’ los voy a echar a todos” ya no soporta que digan cosas así de su hermana, ¿no pueden simplemente callarse y disfrutar la fiesta?
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🔪 / from jules. sorry girl --
HE'S ON A HIGH, OF COURSE HE IS. CHUCKLING AS HE COMES HOME, GRINNING LIKE A KID AT CHRISTMAS. As far as he remembers, she's out with friends tonight - or so he'd believed. It's partly why he doesn't even bother entering the house with any sense of subtlety, and partly why he hasn't completely cleaned up. The other part is sheer cockiness. He's not been caught yet, after all. Doesn't bother pausing to listen for familiar sounds of his wife being present, doesn't even cease the little tune he's humming: the annoying song that had been playing at the pizzeria on repeat as he'd gone about his business. Preparing the party rooms, checking in with employees entering the building, filing a notice to ensure he is the only one who is allowed to fix Bonnie. Wouldn't do for anyone to find anything untowards, after all.
So yes, he's in a good mood. It abruptly fades at the sight of his wife in their bedroom, as he waltzes in. He's very suddenly aware of his own state: ghostly faced, eyes too bright; usual shirt ruffled, splatters of blood trickling irritatingly on the right sleeve; the fucking knife in the bag he clutches to his chest. Lips part wordlessly for a second, caught off-guard [...] and then he's offering her a very weary, very artificial smile. They've not been able to read each other as well as they used to. Not since Evan. Maybe it'll work to his advantage this time. "Wasn't expecting to see my beautiful wife," he says, and plays it casual, taking a very small step backwards, "didn't you have plans, love?" Cursing her inwardly. Cursing his own carelessness more.
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❝ babies scare the crap out of me. ❞
@optimst liked for a grey's anatomy starter
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🍸} "Evening~, and welcome to Black Lily~." The bartender welcomed the new face coming through the cabaret's doors, and soon enough towards the counter. "I'm afraid you're a little early for any of tonight's performances, as it'll still be a couple hours before they'll be starting." Delivering this news with a subtle purse of his lips, the tall man then picked up his shaker from just out of view.
"In the meantime, though, is there anything I can get for you~?" A friendly smile curled over painted lips with his question. "Something to get the evening going while you wait, hm~?"
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@draggeddowntothedark | I Lost The Meme lmao
❛ do you mind if i join you for a bit ? ❜ - To Goswin, from Jules
He has always been able to twll when someone isn't what they appear to be. A prickle high in his nose, a slight scorching on the tips of his ears. A sort of fey sense, the old rider supposes; he himself isn't nearly as human as he looks. The artfully folded scarf around his neck hides perhaps the most damning evidence of this fact, a sliver of viscera around the circumference of his neck. As the moon grows dimmer, Goswin's body begins to fall apart until he's indistinguishable from the rotten dead- Then it gradually reverses until it starts all over again.
It would be rather nice to appear so convincingly human again.
Shifting his nerves from one foot to the other, the elderly looking thing tries to hide the apprehension in his voice- it's never good to run into someone in the middle of nowhere- as he answers, "I suppose not. If it's more than company you seek, however, I'm afraid I can't offer much."
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muse: jules kwang / makeup artist / 26
open to: anyone
"the worst of it all, it's that if you ask now, i will forgive you." maybe her brother is right, jules can never keep her head straight once she is in love. but can anyone, really? she can’t be the only one that is driven mad by love, can she? her eyes are teary, still her gaze doesn’t waver from them. how she wishes it is as easy as that, to open her eyes and walk out without a glance back — but every thought on her mind screams their name. it's sickening, the hold love has on her. “just tell me you still want this.” lie to her for one last time.
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this is a starter call for my new muses!! give it a like and i’ll come to you for muse preference. all the newbies are listed under the cut, but if you’re interested in a starter from an older muse, i might be willing to throw you one as well...
dionne williams (s.avannah l.ee s.mith fc)- she/her, 22, pansexual (femme preference), influencer/vlogger
jovie o’connor (a.bigail c.owen fc)- she/her, 24, bisexual, daughter of a mob boss/cellist
indigo “indy” tanjung (b.rianne t.ju fc)- they/them, 23, lesbian, mechanic
julian “jules” hicks (t.imothee c.halamet fc)- he/him, 25, bisexual, bassist/record shop employee
vance castro (e.van m.ock fc)- he/they, 25, bisexual, drummer/amateur sk8r boy
jonah darke (p.ercy h.ynes w.hite fc)- he/him, 21, heterosexual, guitarist/grafitti artist
myra daeng (f.ah y.ongwaree fc)- she/her, 23, bisexual, former child star
daria elliot (m.aika m.onroe fc)- she/her, 28, pansexual, law student
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