What if Jules thinks of Emma in context of art. What if when he’s describing her he references all of these great masterpieces. She’s like Starry Night. She makes me wonder where the line between reality and fantasy is. She’s like the Mona Lisa, smiling like she always knows my secrets. She’s a masterpiece to him, perfect, and perfectly flawed, masterpieces last forever and she ‘s his forever so what more could he ask for.
Hey Jules , I just wanted to tell you that you have inspired me to start running and I'm gonna start eating healthy . I ran for 3.7 miles on the treadmill today for the first time ever ! I'm so happy and excited :-)!!
omg that’s awesome!! and 3.7 miles is really great for your first time! proud of u 💪🏽
Nicolette’s awful stepsisters call her “Mechanica” to demean her, but the nickname fits: she learned to be an inventor at her mother’s knee. Her mom is gone now, though, and the Steps have pushed her into a life of dreary servitude. When she discovers a secret workshop in the cellar on her sixteenth birthday—and befriends Jules, a tiny magical metal horse—Nicolette starts to imagine a new life for herself. And the timing may be perfect: There’s a technological exposition and a royal ball on the horizon. Determined to invent her own happily-ever-after, Mechanica seeks to wow the prince and eager entrepreneurs alike.
Quand dès que je vois ce mec (pour les non sportifs il s’agit du beau Jules Plisson joueur de rugby au Stade Français) je me mets à fantasmer. Genre lui je le rencontre mais je lui fais autant de bébés qu’il veut (et comme je n’aime pas les humains miniatures ça veut tout dire).
What if Jules loses one of his sibling and he is absolutely wrecked. He’s breaking down breaking all of his paintbrushes, ripping his painting, everything, anything to hurt himself. Emma has to hold him, pin his arms down. She holds him until he sinks into her arms, and he can’t even speak so he writes along her back he tried, he tried so hard, he just needs to know that they knew he tried.