de florian

Chillin' Like A Villain
  • Ben: Yeah I got this! Imma be cool and bad! No one will suspect a thing! Let's go get Mal!
  • *gets captured*
  • Me: YOU HAD ONE JOB!!

Living among millions of other people and bumping shoulders on overflowing sidewalks doesn’t always equate to a sense of community. Ironically, the most thriving metropolis can create the strongest feelings of isolation. French photographer and graphic artist Floriane de Lassee offers an understanding perspective by capturing the loneliness and solitude of life in a big city. Her photo series Inside Views is a powerful ode to the individual that debunks the myth of a glamorous, urban existence. She combines magnificent landscapes of glowing lights and towering skyscrapers with intimate, close-up views of people at home

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An apartment discovered in Paris, after being left untouched for 70 years.

It was originally abandoned during world war 2, and the rent continued to be paid every month without fail until the death of the owner, the granddaughter of a Parisian socialite named  Marthe de Florian.

The secret love story between Italian artist Giovanni Boldini and de Florian was revealed after the discovery of a painting by artist and the accompanying letter. The piece was estimated at a value of 2 million Euros.

Living among millions of other people and bumping shoulders on overflowing sidewalks doesn’t always equate to a sense of community. Ironically, the most thriving metropolis can create the strongest feelings of isolation. French photographer and graphic artist Floriane de Lassee offers an understanding perspective by capturing the loneliness and solitude of life in a big city. Her photo series Inside Views is a powerful ode to the individual that debunks the myth of a glamorous, urban existence. She combines magnificent landscapes of glowing lights and towering skyscrapers with intimate, close-up views of people at home

Wait so

Did anyone ever speak to Carlos about the fact that he literally had a trash bag for a suitcase

Like

Was no one concerned

I mean the other VKs had actual bags

I completely headcanon Ben to be like I will buy you every single type and style of suitcase there is out there only the best for my baby

That or he accidentally (almost) throws it away and he’s like THAT WAS YOUR SUITCASE I AM SO SORRY I WILL BUY YOU ALL THE CLOTHES IN AURADON HERE WEAR MY PAJAMAS THEY’RE REALLY SOFT I AM SO STUPID

Descendants 3 Theory (so soon, I know)

The ending of the second movie with Uma saying ‘It’s not the end of the story’ makes me think 2 things:

1. There’s gotta be a third movie (fingers crossed)
2. Uma’s gotta make a come back

So I’m thinking that the VKs will be fighting an opponent and that opponent is totally dominating. The VKs retreat but find themselves cornered by some body of water(ocean, probably). Right then, the waves wipe out most of the opponent’s henchmen, and when the waves settle, Uma is standing there like “I’m baaaaaaaaack” (yo and she could sing poor unfortunate souls, bc the first verse would be totally relevant). And if Uma comes back, Harry and Gil better make an appearance, or at least a mention. Maybe Ben finally brought all of the Isle kids to Auradon.

Another thing I would like to see from the next movie is seeing a good kid go bad. That’s the one thing they haven’t explored. Also, Ben would have to deploy Auradon forces bc its a domestic issue (and Ben is always the damsel in distress, maybe he’s a tad salty). Of course, Mal and the VKs would ultimately save the day. Because the antagonist committed crimes against the kingdom, Ben would be forced to send them to the Isle. He might be troubled by it, but he’d have no choice.

I wanna hear other theories! let me know what you guys want to see :)

Imagine if Ben was deaf.

He’s really good at ready lips so the rotten four don’t even realise it at first.

They try to get Ben’s attention while he’s facing away from them before they find out and when Ben doesn’t respond their first instinct is that he’s ignoring them, they think maybe he’s getting sick of them.

They don’t ask him about it either because they’re scared he’ll confirm that he’s getting sick of them and they can’t stand being rejected by the person in Auradon that matters the most to them. This creates a bad circle because Ben gets worried something happened when the four of them are suddenly very distant, whenever he get’s close they drop their gaze and go quiet.

Doug is the only who finally asks the four of them what’s going on and he’s the only who tells them Ben is deaf (he’d assumed they already knew since they’re all very close with Ben). 

Things go back to normal fairly quickly after that, they talk it out with Ben.

Even though Ben is very good at reading lips it’s a really exhausting task to do and it doesn’t take long after they find out for the four of them to realise that.

They ask Doug to teach them sign language to make things easier for Ben. (Doug knows it since he’s father is mute) Because Ben has done so much for them and it’s only fair they do things for him too.

They do it secretly at first so they can just casually slip into signs when they think they have enough knowledge to not butcher it.

Ben cries when he finds out, at first they think they messed something up but Ben is just so touched and happy. He’s signing and saying thank you over and over again. Because it’s the first time anyone besides his parents learn sign language for him, because he can read lips most people tend to think it won’t be necessary to learn.

The four of them don’t know how to react to Ben crying, Carlos hands over Dude, Jay kind of awkwardly claps his shoulder, Mal hugs him carefully and Evie gives him something to wipe away the tears with.
Ben tries not to shower them in affection because he knows they’re not used to that kind of stuff but he’s such an affectionate guy you know

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Magic: the Gathering - the Destruction of Amonkhet

Superb illustration on the full-art lands highlighting the devastating changes on Amonkhet, after the arrival of Nicol Bolas, the god-pharaoh. Both the Amonkhet version and the Hour of Devastation version were illustrated by the same artist as noted below.  Full art Hour of Devastation lands are anticipated to appear roughly one in every four booster packs.

The ive full-art lands -
Plains - Titus Lunter
Island - Richard Wright
Swamp - Clint Clearly
Mountain - Florian De Gesincourt
Forest - Yeong-Hao Han

Light shone through a small gap between two heavy curtains, seeping through the eyelids of a certain purple haired girl. A small, frustrated groan rumbled in the back of her throat as she turned, burying her features in the warmth of the figure next to her, earning a muffled chuckle of affection. There was a soft coo of her name, to which she ignored with a passion, tangling herself further into the mess of blankets. There was a slight prod to her ribcage, causing her to whine and curl into a ball.
“Mal…” It was practically sung in a tone of warmth and amusement, and eyelids grudgingly fluttered open to reveal green irises. Her vision was fuzzy from sleep, but she could still see brown eyes swimming with endearment and a tangle of blue hair. There was a flutter in her stomach when the other girl smiled.
“Mal, it’s almost time for school. You have to get up.” The thought alone made her lower lip stick out in a pout, and Evie laughed, making it rather challenging to appear saddened.
“Come on.” The blue haired girl attempted to detangle herself from the heavy quilt, but only succeeded in getting her legs stuck, earning a snicker from Mal. Her features took on an expression of faux offense, scoffing. “You think it’s funny, do you?” The other nodded in response, causing her to grumble under her breath and push the girl away, much to her displeasure. “I’ll show you funny.” Managing to unwrap herself from the blanket, Evie shoved the shorter girl off the bed, huffing.
Mal landed awkwardly upon the floor, groaning as she tried to free her arm from underneath herself. She pouted once more when forcing her torso into a sitting position, bangs brushing just underneath her eyelids and casting the view before her in a purple haze. “How rude.”
Her only answer was nimble fingers wrapping around her own and lifting her to her feet, although she didn’t really want to carry her own weight, and instead leaned against the taller girl, which practically forced said girl to wrap her arms around her small frame, else she would have fallen over. “M, seriously. We have to get ready. Or I least, I do. My hair is a mess.”
The fairy descent almost scoffed, marveling at how Evie said that so easily. Her hair always looked perfect, no matter what. Come to think of it, she always looked perfect, no matter what. The sudden thought of affection caused heat to rise to her cheeks.
Once again, there was a prod against her ribcage, and Mal elicited a sigh. “Fine.” Removing herself from the others girls embrace, she perched on the edge of the bed and slipped her feet into the combat boots below, not noticing the sympathetic smile sent her way as Evie grabbed her brush from the bathroom counter.
Having some trouble with the laces of her shoes, she pushed magenta locks out of her vision in frustration, but her sight was still blurry. Squinting, she managed to pull the purple and green strings(she mixed two pairs together)through the loops and tie them at the top, but had more trouble than when she had first learned to tie shoes. After rubbing her eyes, though, her vision seemed just fine. But, without her knowledge, just fine to her was still more blurry than most.

By the time Evie was satisfied with her makeup and whatnot, Mal had been leaning against the doorway for ten minutes, a purple jacket thrown over her purple t-shirt with stains of green, and a green beanie sitting just below the tips of her ears. Normally, the girl would have arched a brow at the crown of braids placed atop Evie’s head, but now there was a simple upward quirk of her lips as she extended her arm, allowing the other to loop hers around it.
Opening the door, Mal gestured toward the hallway, tilting her head the slightest. “After you, Princess.” The blue haired girls giggle entered her eardrums like a melody, and her fingers itched to paint her smile somewhere permanent. Although, it seemed to have already found its place in her mind.

By the time the core four were in Remedial Goodness 101, Mal’s eyes almost hurt from squinting, even at some small details that were only a couple inches away. She could feel Evie frowning from beside her, but chose to ignore, instead writing down some sloppy answer in frustration on the paper below.
The door clattered behind them and broke her concentration, and she glanced over her shoulder to see Ben walking into the classroom, an awkward smile on his face. She arched a brow.
“Excuse me, Fairy Godmother, may I speak to them for a moment?” The woman in question looked a little confused, but shrugged good-naturedly. “If you must.”
The young King stood in front of them, small pamphlets held in his hands. “Normally, a King would do this via email, or scroll, depending on what era, but as your friend, I would like to personally invite you all to Auradons’ traditional Summer Ball.”
Mal could feel Evie perk up beside her, and almost rolled her eyes. Almost.
Instead, she was challenging herself out of frustration to see if she could mark out the details of the Beast pendant on Ben’s blue jacket, but ultimately failed, frowning.
“It takes place in two weeks, and you may bring whomever you’d like.”

“Yes, Carlos, you may bring Dude.”
There was a small cheer from Jay and Carlos’ side of the room.
“The details are on these pamphlets,” he began, setting one on each desk. “And I hope to see you there.”
Mal glanced at the sheet of paper in front of her, and grit her teeth. The text was so small that it was just black fuzz to her, and the fact that she couldn’t even make out a letter grated against her nerves.  Before the King could exit the room, she called his name, hesitating slightly.
“I, erm…What time is this ball, again?”
Ben tilted his head with a curious smile, raising a brow. “It’s on the very front of the pamphlet.”
“Right…” Mal turned back to it, expression defeated as she tried to read it once more. She felt a slight nudge in her side, and turned to see Evie almost pouting in worry. If not for the situation, she would have found it extremely adorable.
“Are you alright?”
The girl nodded, although adverting her eyes and running a hand through her hair. “Yeah, totally.”
Her gaze was brought back to the other when her hand was placed atop her own, and she felt guilty when met with concerned eyes. “I swear, I am…I’m just tired, is all.” It was obvious Evie didn’t believe her, but she tore her eyes away anyway, finishing her(rather easy, honestly)homework just as Carlos turned in his. To be quite honest, they didn’t even need this class anymore, but they did have to finish this grade, and someone(probably the previous King)set it up to where they wouldn’t advance unless they finished it. That small annoyance caused Mal to be more on edge, and she bounced her leg until the period was officially over, and she nearly fell over from jumping out of her seat so quick, earning curious glances from her classmates.
She shoved everything in her backpack and fumbled with the zipper for a moment longer than normal before slinging it over her shoulder, beginning a fast pace toward the door. She jumped when something cool passed over the back of her neck, only to realize it was Jay in a lazy attempt to swipe the dragon pendant on her choker.
He fell into step next to her and rose a brow, grinning. “A little on edge today, eh?” Her shoulders uplifted in a small shrug, adjusting her bag. “Yeah, I guess.”
No more words were said as Carlos and Evie joined them, only to split off a couple minutes later for a different class, Evie pecking her cheek before disappearing into the classroom. Mal and Jay had the art of sword-fighting together, and therefor spent the remainder of the school day making fun of the pictures of ridiculous poses on display.

The next day was almost the exact same, except a little worse. She had more trouble seeing, and a couple times had to ask Carlos for help during math, seeing as he sat right next to her. Later in the day, during a break between classes, Mal stopped Ben in the hallway, fidgeting with the sleeve of her shirt.
“H-hey, um…is it possible that someone who still holds a grudge on me may have…I dunno…Cast some kind ofspellonmethatsmakingmeslowlygoblind?” The last words were rushed out in embarrassment, and the young King stood for a moment to sort them out, soon furrowing his brows. “No, I don’t believe so…why? Is something wrong?”
The purple haired girl shook her head quickly, her nerves causing a chuckle to bubble up. She didn’t like the feeling that something wasn’t in her control, especially when it had to do with herself. “No, not at all. It’s probably-…It’s nothing.” She began to turn on her heel, but was stopped by his hand on her shoulder, gritting her teeth at the sound of worry in his voice. She hated making people feel that way, and a small part of her, hidden away, hated that she felt guilty.
“Mal, what is it?” When she didn’t answer, an idea came to mind, and he brushed her bangs aside, peering into her bright green irises. Little golden specks still lay hidden in them, but they seemed unfocused, and only now did Ben notice that they were always like that, even when he first met her. Originally, he had thought she was calculating ways to trip him up, but now understands she was only trying to see his features more clearly.
“Mal, have you ever had an eye test?”
Of course, she frowned with confusion. “A what?”
Smilingly lightly, the young male dug into his pocket, and placed a pair of black-rimmed glasses upon the bridge of her nose. She rejected them at first, then blinked, looking around with an expression of confusion and slight amazement.
Taking her wrist, he led her away from the lockers, not bothering to take the glasses back. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

The next day, Mal wore a pair of squared, dark pink-rimmed glasses, and although she could see a lot better than she could remember, nerves fluttered in her stomach as she walked into Remedial Goodness, purposefully late. She had refused to wear them while Evie was around, and hadn’t even put them on until a few minutes before when Ben chastised her.
She could feel her friends’ eyes locked on her, and kept her gaze downward, allowing her bangs to cover her glasses. She felt unbelievably stupid, especially since the lighter color of her hair made her look even more like a nerd.
Taking her place beside Evie, she refused to look up except when it was required to glance at the blackboard, and couldn’t help feeling relieved when all she had to do was glance. No more squinting, frustration, or asking her friends to help with the simplest of questions. Just…a lot more embarrassment.
After a few moments of complete silence, Evie uttered her name in a slightly confused manner, which only caused her nerves to skyrocket. She knew she looked geeky, and she hated it, and she hated being self-conscious. She had never been self-conscious about her looks, she never really cared, especially with her mother breathing down her back. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized how hard she strived to keep an intimidating look, even after her mother turned into a lizard the size of her palm. Back on the Isle, if she had looked like she did now, she would have been the center of attention for all the villain kids to make fun of. She should know, from personal experience of being the bully. But things weren’t like that here. Except…what if they were? What if-
Her thoughts were cut dramatically short when Evie placed her index finger under her chin, forcing her to look up. Her other hand was used to brush strands of magenta from her vision, and she stared for a long, pain-staking moment, before her lips parted in a large grin, brown eyes twinkling. “I always knew you were cute, but not this cute.”
Mal spluttered like a fish out of water, shocked, her face turning red as the other girl kissed the tip of her nose. From behind her, she could hear Carlos and Jay whistling, and even a quiet chuckle from Fairy Godmother, her face now burning like molten lava.
“I do hope this means you will raise your grade above a C+, my dear.” The very tips of her ears burned, especially after Evie elicited a melodic laugh, and she didn’t even try to hold back her large, geeky grin. “No promises.”

At the end of the day, the four made their way back to Mal and Evie’s dorm- mostly because Carlos really wanted to experiment on her glasses, and partly because his and Jay’s Xbox Live ran out. Jay nudged his shoulder into hers, grinning. “You don’t mind if I call you four eyes, do you?”
She glanced towards him out of the corner of her eye, raising a brow. “So long as you don’t mind getting beat up by a glasses-wearing geek.”
“My glasses-wearing geek,” Evie corrected, to which Jay made a show of gagging, Carlos simply rolling his eyes.
Mal grinned for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day, and returned Jay’s previous nudge, a little too hard, and nearly sending him crashing into Carlos.

However, later that night, her streak of grinning ended abruptly when all four of them ended up ducking under a table or a bed, trying to avoid the sparks jumping off her pair of glasses in the middle of the floor. “Lucifer, Carlos, what in the world did you do?!”
“I don’t know!” Came his panicked answer, and Mal groaned in despair as they caught fire, Jay rushing forth and stamping them out.
Beside her, she could hear Evie trying to muffle fits of giggles, and glared, glowing green eyes and all. That only caused her to laugh harder, seeing as Mal was on the verge of a large pout, which set Jay off, their emotions seeming to be on a high after so many events in just a few short minutes.
Huffing, Mal grabbed the pair of glasses(which were really just fragments, now)and Carlos’ wrist, mostly because her vision was blurry again and she wanted to make sure she wouldn’t make a fool out of herself by tripping or something ridiculous.
Carlos yelped as he was dragged out of the dorm, Evie and Jays’ laughter echoing behind them. “W-w-where are we going?!”
“Ben’s. I need a new pair of glasses, thanks to you.”

@evieoftheisle @princess-of-the-lost HERE YOU ARE I’M SORRY IF IT SUCKS OEUHUGEG