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“My parents told me I had to be ten times better then my white classmates,” says Spike. “Nothing’s changed,” adds Denzel.
— 

Nicole Sperling on twitter-Spike Lee accepting his honorary Oscar and Denzel Washington co-signing.

Scandal Parallel

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1) Au-dessus de mes toilettes, et à côté de mon trône d'ivoire siège (il y a un tel combo de jeu de mots là…) un porte-magasine avec des magasines de snowboard, les BD Pêchés Mignons de Arthur De Pin et les contes de frères Grimm.

2) Mon espace de réflexion, mon bureau, mes livres favoris… Le tableau au centre est un cadeau très symbolique de beau-papa, qui l'a vu dans ses plus bas ses moments, qui l'a vu affronter les épreuves de la vie et s'en sortir encore plus grand qu'il ne n'était déjà. Et la statut en haut m'a été offerte par le dernier garçon que j'ai aimé, avec qui cela s'est mal terminé parce que c'était un connard (ne le sont-ils pas tous ? Et les meufs toutes des salopes) mais que je garde parce qu'il me rappelle de bons souvenirs et qu'il est joli.

3) Livres random, reste de mon enfance et de mon adolescence, livres d'études lycéales, quelques perles qui m'ont marquée comme “Le Bizarre incident du chien pendant la nuit” de Mark Haddon, “Le Monde de Sophie” de Jostein Gaarder, “Les Fabuleuses aventures d'un indien malchanceux qui devient milliardaire” de Vikaz Swarup (parce que ce livre est mille fois mieux que son adaptation cinématographique Slumdog Millionnaire), une édition du “Petit Nicolas” avec des dessins de Goscinny, et “W ou le Souvenir d'Enfance” de George Perec (GROS CŒUR) et, plus récent, les BD de “Simon’s Cat”.

4) Zoom sur mes livres favoris, avec en haut les BDs Kaamelott, Vie De Carabin, What a Wonderful world 1 et 2 de Zep, une édition grand livre pop-up du Petit Prince, les indispensables “Heart & Brain” et “Adulthood is a Myth”, et l'usuelle pile de lectures en cours avec “Ça” de Stephen King, “England, England” de Julian Barnes, “Being there” de Jerzy Josinski et “Gatsby le Magnifique” de F. Scott Fitzgerald. Et en bas, des bouquins écris par des médecins ou autres (la MG Jaddo, le spécialiste de médecine interne JL Dupond, le légiste Michel Sapanet, et le croque-mort Guillaume Bailly), les petits traités de Charb, les indispensables classiques qui n'en rien à voir entre eux (Baudelaire, Spinoza, Paasalinna), mes bébés adorés que le Grand m'a prêtés et que je n'ai pu m'empêcher d'acquérir par la suite : “Les idées en place” de Grimaldi, “Monsieur Teste” de Valéry, “Petite philosophie du surf” et “La Charme des penseurs tristes” de Schiffter…

5) Zoom sur mon espace de réflexion avec toutes les œuvres de mes auteurs favoris : Freud, Dolto, Cyrulnik, Oliver Sacks, Julian Barnes, Franck Thilliez, Baptiste Beaulieu ; tout à gauche ma collection des BD “Bone” ; sur la droite des éditions brochées qui m'ont particulièrement marquées comme “La Mort de la Mort” du Dr. Laurent Alexandre et “La Vie immortelle d'Henrietta Lacks” de Rebecca Skloot ; suivis de l'espace bouquins en anglais avec, évidemment, “Looking for Alaska” et “The Fault in our stars” de John Green, “The Virgin Suicides” de Jeffrey Eugenides dont l'adaptation à l'écran est encore meilleur que le roman, mon bébé d'amour “The Perks of being a Wallflower” de Stephen Chbosky et celui que l'on ne présente plus : “HP and the Cursed Child” qui va, bientôt, j'espère, être complété par “the Fantastic beast” et “the Tales of Beedle the Bard” 🤞🏻

6) Bonus : je n'avais même pas encore commencé à faire du snowboard que je rêvais déjà d'avoir une étagère faite avec une vieille planche… Rêve devenu réalité après quinze ans de fantasme, admirez ma multitude de thé et considérez cette affichage comme une invitation officielle à débarquer chez moi pour 17h n'importe quel jour.

Maybe Later- Nate Maloley (Part 2)

This phone call is always the worst. 

 It never gets easier to tell people that the ones that they love have been harmed, and have a strong chance of dying, especially with is young adult like (Y/N). I’m sure she has a boyfriend, friends, and family who really care for her, and would have never thought something like this would have happened to her, or any of them. My partner parked the ambulance and I unhooked (Y/N)’s gurney from the vehicle. Her only breaths were being made by the oxygen tube running down her throat to keep her lungs functioning. After handing her over to the doctors and nurses, I started to get teary eyed. The connection between myself and this young lady, immediately became strong, at least for me, the minute I saw the Firefighters cutting the top part of her car off and removing her from it. Her looks reflected that of my daughter, Maya, only (Y/N) was slightly shorter. A couple years back, when Maya was 16, she was drunk driving after her first high school party, and she had a similar accident. Her car rolled multiple times, and long story short, she was paralyzed for the rest of her life, until she died back in August, due to too much fluid in her brain. 

Typically, (Y/N)’s designated doctor would call her family or who ever was on her preferred call list, but because of the high amount of attention she is going to need, I took it a upon myself to call the first name on her list: Nathan Maloley- and next to his name, in parentheses, the word “boyfriend” was written. I braced myself, and attempted to go over the conversation in my head about how I would break the news to him, as the phone rang. “Hello?” He asked. “Hi. Umm…my name is Bradley Garcia, and I’m calling on behalf of (Y/N). Is this Mr. Maloley?” I blurted out. There was a silence, one of which was probably him checking where this call was coming from. “Why are you calling me from a hospital?” He questioned. I took a deep breath, tried to hold back my tears as I was saying the next line in my head, and just went for it- “Mr. Maloley…there has been an accident.”

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“Just meet me at the hospital near the airport! I don’t have time to explain.” I said to John, as I was heading to my car. As I got in my car, and buckled up, I placed my hands on the steering wheel and just let regret completely take over my body. How could I let this happen? All I had to do was just hear her out about my smoking, and we could have settled this like adults, but nope…I had fuck everything up. And the funny thing is, I was raised this way- I grew in a financially stable family in Omaha, Nebraska, where I went to a great school, and had good friends, and played basketball, and soon after went to college. I didn’t have it bad growing up, and never was I ever taught to disrespect a woman the way I disrespected (Y/N). My dad never spoke illy of my mom, so these sudden outburst had to have come from somewhere, but I honestly couldn’t tell you where. 

I arrived at the hospital, and soon after John parked, out hoped (Y/N)’s bet friend, and she looked pissed. “I swear on God’s fucking green Earth, Nathan…” She yelled as she speed walked over to me “…if something happens to (Y/N) and I find out that it has something to do with you, I will cut your balls off, dip them in honey, let the bees get them, and then feed them to you myself, after I have paralyzed you.” She stated while hitting me with her purse. “Okay! Okay! I get it, Jesus… Look, I’m just as nervous about her as you, don’t think I’m not!” I wasn’t ready to admit to her that I was probably the main reason why she is in that hospital bed right now. She glared at me and walked right past me. I looked at Swazz, and he just gave me a weak smile, and guided me into the hospital. I approached the reception desk, 

“Hi. I’m Nathan Maloley, and I’m here to see my girlfriend, (Y/N).” I spoke to the lady. She looked up at me, “Yes! Okay, (Y/N) is currently in ICU, and about to under go surgery, and a couple of x-rays. I can let you know as soon as possible, when she is able to see visitors.” She smiled up at me. I was frustrated, but me arguing with this lady wouldn’t do either of us any justice. I half smiled back at her and went towards (Y/N)’s best friend and Swazz. As I sat down I noticed an older looking man walk over to the receptionist desk and ask her a question. She pointed over to me in response to his question, and he slowly started walking over. I sat up straight, slightly intimidated by his figure.

“Hi. Are you Mr. Maloley?” He asked, and at this point all three of us were looking at him. I nodded, and he continued, “I’m Bradley Garcia, the man who spoke with you over the phone.” He clarified. I stood up, and shook his hand, “It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Garcia. It sucks that it’s under conditions like this though.” “Agreed. I don’t typically do this but whenever I come across cases that involve driving accidents, it really hits home for me, so I make it an obligation that I am the one to make the phone call.” (Y/B/N) chimed in, “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you feel the need to this phone call for (Y/N)?” He looked over at her, with a distant look in his eyes, as if he was remembering something. He didn’t respond for sometime, and tears started to fall from his eyes. I looked over a Swazz, and he just shrugged in response. “Sorry.” He started, “My daughter passed back in August due to too much fluid in her brain, which was caused by a drunk driving accident.” He looked down and sniffled. (Y/B/N) slowly stood up, and walked over to Bradley, and hugged him. He sobbed into her shoulder, while she comforted him. He eventually collected himself, and began to speak with us again, after thanking (Y/B/N) for the comfort. “I took up the job as a paramedic because I wanted to be able to help kids and people, in car accidents especially, so they don’t have to go through what my wife and I are going through.” We later found out that he was off of work, so he stayed and talked with us for a while, eventually swapping numbers with me so I can let him know what the doctor says about (Y/N)’s condition. Once he left a silence fell upon us as we waited, until John spoke for the first time of us being here. 

“Have you called her parents?” He looked at me questioningly. I can tell by his disappointed facial expression, that my face changed from “calm” to “freaked out” in a millisecond. “Shit, shit, shit.” I mumbled while pulling out my phone. I dialed her dad first, taking a huge risk, and prayed that he was still up. “Hey Maloley! What’s up, bud? It’s 3 in the morning down here.” “Mr. (Y/L/N), (Y/N) was in an accident, and I’m here at the hospital with (Y/B/N) and John.” There was a long silence, I had to check that we didn’t get disconnected. “How long ago was here accident, Nathan?” “I’m not sure, sir, but I had gotten a call from the hospital about two hours ago.” I flinched ready to hear him shout a string of swear words at me. But, all he did was sigh, “Why are you only calling me now, Nathan?” I answered honestly, “I completely forgot, because once we got here I had been waiting, and then the man paramedic was here, because he called, me and then John just-” “Nathan, it’s fine. I understand. Her mother and I will be up there shortly, keep me updated please.” And with that he hung up. (Y/B/N) leaned over to me, “If you think I’m going to bad if you are found to be the cause of this, imagine how Papa (Y/L/N) is going to be.” She whispered. I slowly looked over to her, and just glared at her, and slowly looked away, knowing she was right. If they all find out about our argument, then my ass is on the line, but I would rather that happen than have (Y/N) pass away, especially without me saying goodbye. 

Hours had gone by, and we had heard nothing about her condition. Around 5 in the morning, Swazz and (Y/B/N) left because she had to work later today, and Swazz was going to get me a pair of clothes to change into. Just as my eyes began to close, the door leading more into the hospital opened , and out stepped a man, in teal colored scrubs. He walked over to me seeing as I was the only one in the room. “Are you Mr. Maloley?” I stood up nodding, and slightly stretching. I extended my hand for him to shake, and of course, he shook it. “Miss (Y/L/N) has unfortunately slipped into a coma. During her accident, she had many puncture wounds, near her heart, on her head, and near her lungs.” He pointed to exactly to all the places on her body where she was hurt, using his body as a representation. He continued, “She lost a lot of blood, so there wasn’t enough traveling to her brain. I’m very sorry, but we are doing everything we can to keep her comfortable-” I immediately cut him off, “Keep her comfortable?! What the hell does that mean? Why can’t you all be trying to save her and take her out of the coma?!” “Mr. Maloley, it’s impossible for us to get her out of the coma, the only way is for her body to get itself out of the state, but the only way we can help is by keeping her comfortable.” “Can I at least see her?” He nodded, and lead me to her room. I damn near cried when I saw her lying their, almost life-less. “You are aloud to stay in here as long as you would like, but a hospital rule is only 3 people in a room with a patient at once.” I looked up at him, “Thank you, doc.” He left us alone, and I finally let out all my sobs I had been holding in since I got the phone call.

“I know you probably can’t hear me, but baby girl, I just want to say, you mean the WORLD to me- the whole damn thing. Their is no one in my life that makes me feel the way you make me feel. I never realized how much you care about me, or how much I don’t appreciate you, until I got that phone call saying you were in an accident. I’m unbelievably sorry for causing this. I don’t want us to end, I love you with all my life. I will slow down on the smoking, babe. I’ll do whatever you want me to babe, just please to leave yet, your time isn’t up yet. Please, baby.” 

I laid back in the chair I pulled up to her bed, and just held her cold hand. 

En me reveillant ce matin, mon père s'est limite jeté sur moi en me demandant quel jour on était. Et j'ai eu un moment de vide complet avant de me rappeler qu'on est le 4 mai, ou “la journée star wars, le jour j'avais même pas 11 ans quand je l'ai vu pour la première fois” (c'est mon papa qui l'a baptisé comme ça). Et on était comme des fous en train de planifier lequel on allait regarder ce soir (généralement c'est Star Wars ou L'empire contre attaque) quand ma mère est arrivée, nous a dit que nous étions fous, et qu'en plus ce soir mes parents allaient au musée d'Orsay. Donc maintenant j'suis toute triste parce que je vais regarder l'empire contre attaque toute seule et que je vais faire les dialogue toute seule et surtout, moi aussi j'aime beaucoup le musée d'Orsay. Mais j'ai rien dit parce que c'est une de leur sortie en amoureux et que je ne veux pas la gâcher. Et je trouve ça un peu mignon aussi.

Punto terzo odio la chiesa
C'ho messo il sangue
Ho mamma verità che allatta le mie barre
E crescono beffarde
Tu le allatti con le palle le tue, crescono cazzate
Se il mondo va di merda state là e vi lamentate?
Siete ba-nali, ho luce dentro agli occhi, ho fa-nali
Taglio il buio, con la bocca uccido come i va-rani
Siamo fa-tali come tutto. Teoria del Caos, uragani
Ed ogni barra che sputo è un battito d'ali
Non c'entra Berlusconi man, c'entra la tua testa
Il fatto che faccia share così tanta merda
C'entra quello che posti sopra il social network: “Nevica!”
Bravo non c'hai soldi manco pe’ andà al cesso
Calmo frate’, ok metto la testa a posto
Posto che la usiate e se la usate mi sposto
È tutto showbiz
Basta un pubblico ed un burattino
Lamenti un Papa ricco?
Arriva l'umile Francesco I e boom
Credono tutti ancora, viva il Papa
Evviva l'umiltà della corona
Vaffanculo Roma, fanculo Italia, fanculo il mondo
Hai gli occhi per guardare il nulla
e poi non vedi quanto andiamo a fondo
Sono un bastardo senza Dio né Stato

lunarose99  asked:

Hi! Your Voltron Family au is absolutely brilliant! I love everything about it! I was wondering though if Hunk and Lance ever miss their birth families or have nightmares about the day they died? (Sorry if you've already answered this!)

Awww thank you! ;A; Happy to know you love the The Voltron Family AU! <3

HUNK

The door of the master bedroom where Shiro and Keith were sleeping was always open, in case something happened with the kids, or if they needed any of their daddies. 

One night, Keith woke up to someone screaming and crying. He instantly sat up and looked around. Shiro was still sleeping, tired from the recent operation he did so Keith didn’t wake him up. Keith got up and followed the sound only to find himself in front of Hunk’s room. The door was open—as always. He saw Hunk gripping Mr. Cuddles tight and he was whimpering and crying out “Mama! Papa!” 

Keith: *quickly goes to Hunk’s bed* *tries to wake him up* Hey, baby. *holds him into his arms*
Hunk: *eyes still closed* Mama! Come back! *starts crying*
Keith: *panics* Hunk, sweetheart. Wake up. You’re having a nightmare.
Hunk: *whimpers* T-they’re burning Papa! *screams*
Keith: *tries harder to shake Hunk awake* Hunk. Hunk. Baby. It’s Daddy. 
Hunk: *stops crying* *wakes up* D-Daddy?
Keith: *sighs in relief* Yeah. It’s Daddy. You were having a nightmare. *wipes Hunk’s tears* 
Hunk: *silently sobs* *grips Keith’s pajamas top* T-the fire… *sobs*
Keith: Shhhhsh. *rocks Hunk* It’s okay. You’re safe with me. *kisses Hunk’s forehead* You’re okay now.
Hunk: Papa t-told me to run quickly and… *sobs* he w-went back to get Mama and-and-and then he— *buries his face in Keith’s tummy* *cries even more*
Keith: *heartbroken* It’s not your fault. None of it is your fault, Hunk. You survived the fire because your Papa saved you. 
Hunk: *more tears fall* I l-love Papa and Mama and now they’re—
Keith: *tears starts to appear* I’m so sorry, Hunk. I’d bring them back if I could but I can’t. *kisses Hunk again* I’m really sorry. *hugs the boy*
Hunk: Daddy Keith, will you be gone too?
Keith: *shakes head* No, I won’t be. Daddy’s staying for as long as you’ll have him. *smiles weakly at Hunk*

Keith slept that night with Hunk cradled in his arms. That was how Shiro found them when he woke up to see that his husband was missing. 

LANCE

The whole family was out to go swimming at a water park. Pidge was with Keith in the kiddie pool popping some “water bubbles”, giggling in delight. Hunk and Lance were on their way to try another kiddie slide when Shiro saw Lance declining causing Hunk to join Keith and Pidge instead. Shiro was in their table, it was his turn to look after their things. Lance approached their table slowly, looking down on the floor.

Shiro: Hey, you tired already?
Lance: *looks up* *shakes head*
Shiro: Do you want some orange juice?
Lance: *frowns* *shakes head* *sits down across Shiro*
Shiro: What’s wrong buddy? You seem down. 
Lance: It’s nothing.
Shiro: Sure sounds like something to me though. *stands up* *sits beside lil Lance* What’s up, Captain? Daddy’s all ears.
Lance: *looks up* *frowns* *whispers* I miss them.
Shiro: Miss who? *wipes Lance’s upper body to dry him off with a towel*
Lance: *plays with his hands* *mumbles something*
Shiro: *leans down* What? I didn’t catch that.
Lance: Mama and Papa. We… we were supposed to go here that weekend before… before… *shuts eyes*
Shiro: Before the fire happened. *finishes the sentence quietly*
Lance: *nods* *hugs himself with the towel covering his shoulders* *brings his knees to his chest* i just… *starts tearing up* I miss it when Mama makes barbecue when we go to swimming pools and— *wipes his tears* *chuckles*  I sound like a whiny baby.
Shiro: *shakes head* No you don’t. That’s just normal, Lance. You miss your family because you love them. Just because they’re no longer here doesn’t mean you have to forget them. *nudges Lance’s cheek*
Lance: I know but… *pouts* That would seem unfair to you and Daddy Keith. I shouldn’t even be complaining. I mean, I’m not complaining. I love you and Daddy Keith and Hunk and Pidge. You’re my family now and… *cries even more* I just really really miss my Mama and Papa.
Shiro: *pulls Lance to hug him* *kisses his forehead*

450 preguntas.-parte 1


1. Hora y dia: 1 de mayo, 1:19 am (sorrynotsorrybae)
2. Qué escuchas ahora: detrás de ti, no estoy orgullosa sobre eso🤦🏻‍♀️
3. Nombre completo: Carolina Alanís Llanas
4. Nickname: caro
5. ¿Cuántos otros nicknames (o apodos asumidos, mejor dicho): cero.
6. Nombre de tu Papá: Homero
7. Nombre de tu mamá: Lupita☺️
8. Fecha exacta en que el mundo fue bendecido o maldito con tu presencia: bendecido el 12 de enero de 1994 a las 7 pm 
9. Donde naciste: en San Pedro N.L. mi papa tenía un buen seguro😬jaja 
10. Mascotas: mi bendición, mi todo.. orgullosa madre luchona de MEGAN🐶♥️
11. Hermanos (a): 2 hermanas
12. Color de ojos: azules, pero uso pupilentes miel para no llamar la atención.
13. Color de pelo: negro intenso
14. Color de la piel: blanca intensa (ok normal)
15. Zurdo o diestro: diestro
16. Estatura (honestamente): 1.65 cm
17. Talla del zapato (honestamente): 4.5
18. De que color está pintado tu cuarto: beige
19. Tienes baño en tu cuarto?: no :(
20. Quien te cae mal de tu familia?:que rollo nadie. 
21. Colegio que estudias?: Facpya
22. En qué año o semestre estás?: 9(último)
23. Quién te cae mal del salón: todos.. Aah se crean🙄😏
24. Trabajas?: sii, en ami GE
25. Cuántos hijos quieres tener?: 2
26. Del 1 al 10, ¿que tan exagerado te consideras?: 9.97 alguien me gana SAGUIRRE.
27. del 1 al 10, ¿qué tan ocioso te consideras?: 2
28. Que nombre le pondrías a tu(s) hija(s)?: Daphne.
29. Qué nombre le pondrías a tu(s) hijo(s)?: Diego 
30. Tienes piercings, tatuajes o algo por el estilo?: noooooo! 
31. ¿y tienes el pelo teñido?: no 🙄
32. si pudieras teñirte el pelo de que color seria?: como pelirrojo 🤔
33. Haz guardado secretos?: si 
34. Te has drogado?: no 
37. Quisieras besar apasionadamente a alguien: si.
38. Tocas algún instrumento musical: no
39. Palabras que más dices: y así
40. ¿Sabías que este número(40)corresponde al chorrocientos mil de los judíos?:khe
42. Lugar al que más te gusta ir: súper equis.. pero creo que starbucks🤔
43. Que es lo que más te gustaría tener en tu vida?: estabilidad 
44. La persona que más extrañas: .
45. Quién no te fallaría nunca: mis padres
46. Que te pone de buenas: días nublados♥️
47. Duermes con peluches: siiiiii Shawn
48. Hora en que te vas a dormir normalmente: 10😴🤓
49. Dónde vives: mty
50. Estás aburrido(a)?: no 
51. Eres bueno(a) para contar chistes?: no
52. Quién te ha hecho madurar?: mi mama
53. Quién te ha dado el golpe mas duro en tu vida: .
54. Quién te ha hecho pensar?: .
55. Has llorado?: si
56. ¿Quisiste tanto a alguien como para llorar?: si
57. Cuál ha sido la pena más grande que has pasado?: pena?
58. Quién es tu mejor ciber amigo(a)?: no hablo mucho por chats y así que flojera🙄😑.
59. Que es lo mejor que cocinas?: creo que flautas? Jajaa 
60. Alguna vez has vomitado?: si👀
61. Has vomitado por borrachera?:pues si pero no valió porque fue 1 y desde ahí ya no me gusto la cerveza 🤢
62. ¿Estás consciente de que ni siquiera has empezado el cuestionario?: a ver como😑
63. ¿Tomas?: no 
64. En que Universidades has quedado: solo presente en Facpya y pues quede👀
65. Sabes manejar?: si 😏
66. Tienes auto?: si 😏y lo amo.
67. Tienes licencia?: si😏
68. Cuál es el sentimiento mas detestado por ti?: soy cagona y fría al mismo tiempo según todo mundo.
69. Cuál es el sentimiento mas apreciado por ti?: me gusta ser detallista ¿ese es un sentimiento?
70. Mejores amigos: Gil, Montze, Sergio, Aje, Milton, Dayra, Shyanty😍♥️
71. Amigos Especiales: Gilsh & Shyanty♥️
72. Has perdido a algún buen amigo por tu culpa?: 🤔si 
73. Te has puesto a llorar por teléfono?: si jaj
74. Confías en la gente con facilidad?: Demasiado, exagerado, bastante.
75. Que es lo más duro que te han dicho en tu vida?: no puedes hacer esto.
76. Que es lo que más te molesta de ti?: me desespero por todo! 
77. te pones triste con canciones melancólicas: si 78. De que color son los ojos de tu mamá?: cafés 
79. Y de qué color son los ojos de tu papá?: verdes
80. Has fumado?: no
81. te has emborrachado?: mm no sé si cuente como emborrachar.. creo que no 
82. Sabes otro idioma: estoy en eso 83. Que vas a estudiar en la Universidad?: Admon🙄🙄
85. Estuviste en un choque de autos: no
86. Cómo llamabas a tu osito de dormir?: . 87. Cuál es el auto de tus sueños: Range rover🤔jaja
88. ¿Cuál fue tu primer coche?: un optra que destruí 😭🤧
89. La Persona que más Quieres en el mundo: mami y papi
90. La Persona que más ODIAS en el Mundo: nadie.
91. Tu héroe (además de ti): mami
92. ¿Que es lo que siempre has deseado?: paz mundial
93. ¿Qué es lo que siempre has detestado?: sol 🖕🏻, la gente con raiz de pelo, uñas largas con brillitos, mujeres diciendo groserías y borrachas🤔
94. ¿Tomas o Fumas?: ninguna 95. La Persona que más feliz te ha hecho en tu vida?: .
96. Tuviste un amigo imaginario cuando eras pequeño (a)?: .
97. Alguna vez nadaste desnudo: 🤔no
98. Te llevas bien con tus viejos: la vdd lo amo♥️siempre me he llevado bien😘😘
99. Descríbete en 1 palabras: enojona
100. Te burlas de la gente: si
101. ¿Qué escuchas ahora?: nada.
102. Hora y día: sigue siendo el mismo día, 1:35am 
TUS GUSTOS Y PREFERENCIAS 
103. Quieres seguir respondiendo?: ya me dio sueño 
104. Colores favoritos: azul
105. Olor favorito: ck- summer 
106. Olor que odias?: gasolina? Ajja
107. Mejor pecado del mundo: .
108. Revista favorita: compro esas de niña Vogue.. aunque ahora las veo online.
109. Estación que te gusta mas: otoño invierno.
110. Carta o mail: las dos
111. Equipo de fútbol: rayados
112. Programa de TV favorito: no tngo.
113. Juego de mesa favorito: ohuija aveda😂jaja no tengo 👀
114. Una almohada o dos: una o ninguna 
115. Juguete favorito: no.
116. Comida favorita: spaguetti, cortes😍
117. Salchichas o hamburguesas?: hamburguesa🤔
118. Restaurante favorito: creo que el papalote 
119. Restaurante de comida rápida favorito: buffalo wild wings, Cómixs
120. Cuál es tu película favorita?: gone girl
121. Cuál es tu comic favorito?: Spiderman
122. Canal de cable favorito?: ni lo veo.
123. Serie favorita?: breaking bad😍sigo traumada. 
124. ¿Filosofía o psicología?: psicología
125. Arte preferido: el inferno de Dante.
126. Chocolate blanco o negro: blanco.
127. Vainilla o chocolate: vainilla
128. Tarta o pie: píe
129. Plata u oro: oro
130. ¿Lluvia o sol?: lluvia 
131. ¿Sprite o Seven Up?: seven up 
132. ¿Café o té?: té chai😍, pero tmb amo él café.
133. ¿Sabanas lisas o con animalitos?: lisas
134. ¿Color de calcetines?: los que combinen con mi tenis🌚
135. ¿Feria o fiesta favorita?: rave 
136. Condimento favorito en una ensalada: uuuy no se :( siempre pongo jamón, queso aguacate 🥑♥️ y tocino deshidratado para quitarle lo light. 
137. ¿La Gaseosa, con o sin hielo?: con
138. ¿Disney o Warner Bros?: Disney
139. Que tipo de música te gusta?: Rock alternativo es mi favorita.
140. Cuál es tu grupo favorito?: Coldplay
141. Cantante masculino y femenino favorito: Jared leto / Katy perry
142. Canción favorita: camisado.
143. ¿Paraiso o infierno?: wtf paraiso👀.
144. Color de ropa interior preferido: negro.
145. Te gusta que te quieran?: no. 
146. Te gusta llorar?: no
147. Cuál es tu personaje de TV preferido: n/a
148. Coca-Cola o Pepsi?: Coca Cola

Muero de sueño después sigo :(

anonymous asked:

Secondo lei perchè il Papa non benedice l'acqua del mare cosi' da far piovere acqua benedetta battezzando tutti gli infedeli e terminare ogni guerra? Grazie :)

Perché l'acqua del mare benedetta evaporando, per formare le nuvole e la pioggia, viene distillata da quei componenti accessori come la benedizione papale, ad esempio; quindi cade sugli infedeli senza nessun effetto, se non quello di bagnarli e renderli ancora più infedeli. :)

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Les Hurlements d'Léo - C'est pas du gâteau

Y'en avait plein les jardins
Y'en avait plein les cours d'immeubles
Des p'tits bambins
Des p'tits parisiens
Et même des p'tits gavroches
Les deux mains au fond des poches
Qui te matent en coin
Avec des têtes de p'tits malins
Alors j'ai dit
Allez viens mignonne
on en fait un
on l'tiendra par la main
Tous les trois
on rigolera bien
Mais c'est là que t'as dit

Qu'la vie c'est pas du gâteau
Et qu'on fera pas de vieux os
On fera pas d'marmots
Pour leur gueuler tout haut
Qu'la vie c'est pas du gâteau

Même si je gagne pas ma vie
Et même si j'ai le SIDA
moi ça m'coupe pas l'envie
moi j'me dis pourquoi pas
J'voudrais mordre à pleine dents
Dans les joues roses d'un enfant
J'lui dirai salut mon p'tit gars
lui m'dirait salut papa
J'l'emmenerais faire des conneries
Tous les trucs qui sont pas permis
Comment guédra les meufs
Comment c'est qu'on fait la teuf

Et même si la vie c'est pas du gâteau
Et qu'on fera pas de vieux os
On fera pas d'marmots
Pour leur gueuler tout haut
Qu'la vie c'est pas du gâteau

Et moi tu vois avant d'crever
J'voudrais laisser couler
D'la morve d'un petit nez
Un p'tit sourire
un p'tit bout d'éternité
Tu m'dis que tout ça c'est des fantasmes
Et j'ai du mal à t'contredire
Mais j'voudrais quand même
Laisser une trace
Avant d'partir
Avant d'mourir

Et même si la vie
C'est pas du gâteau
Et qu'on fera pas de vieux os
On fera pas d'marmots
Pour leur gueuler tout haut
Qu'la vie c'est pas du gâteau

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Perceval et les canards - Calimera - Kaamelott [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Voici ma réponse à l’un des prompts de @pingou7 sur ce post : “Perceval recueille un petit animal, mais il a peur que Karadoc ne veuille le bouffer, du coup Arthur s'en mêle…”. Normalement, je l’aurais posté plus tôt mais je n’en étais pas satisfaite je ne le suis toujours pas d’ailleurs éternelle insatisfaite que je suis DX

Au menu, Arthur, Perceval et des canards. Bonne lecture !

Un petit extrait d’abord ?

« Enfin passons. J'imagine que c'est le reste de la troupe ? » répondit Arthur en montrant d'un geste les canetons.

« Ouais, je les ai appelé Dornar, Iamorak, Lamorak, la mère c'est Dandrane et le p'tit qui arrête pas de me suivre c'est Agloval. » répondit Perceval, désignant chaque canard en les montrant du doigt. Il avait l'air tout fier, comme l'heureux papa d'une bande de petits garçons. Arthur supposa que c'était le cas.

Perceval alla s'asseoir à terre, près de ses petits protégés à plumes, après avoir laissé Agloval rejoindre ses compagnons.

« Je ne vous connaissais pas un tel attachement pour ces animaux, » fit remarquer Arthur « D'ailleurs, votre famille ne faisait pas dans la tradition de la chasse aux oiseaux ? »

« Ouais, mais mes vieux ont jamais rien attrapé. De toute façon, même si ça avait été le cas, je les aurais relâchés dans la nature. J'aime pas qu'on fasse du mal aux bêtes. J'aime bien les oiseaux, leur plumage est super doux. Parfois, j'aimerais pouvoir voler comme eux, voler assez haut pour mieux voir les étoiles.  »

« Il existe des oiseaux qui ne savent pas voler. » dit soudain Arthur, sur le ton de la conversation.

« Ah bon ? Ils ont pas de plumes, ces oiseaux ? » demanda Perceval, perplexe.

« Si, ils en ont. Ils vivent dans des contrées glacières, leurs plumes sont noires et blanches. On appelle ça des pingouins. »

« C'est balèze ça, Sire ! Où vous avez appris ça ? »

« C'était il y a très longtemps, pour tout dire je ne m'en rappelle plus très bien… » répondit Arthur, les yeux dans le vague.

Pink Pocky Date 1#
  • Haruki: Look, Isuke-sama, a baby!
  • Isuke: oh c'mon Haruki we cannot just stop at every place you want-
  • Baby (points to Isuke): Mama!
  • Haruki: How cute, Isuke-sama! He called you Mama!
  • Isuke: We don't have time-
  • Baby (points to Haruki): Papa!
  • Haruki: How cute, Isuke-sama! He called me Papa! It's like we're both...
  • Isuke: *blushes*
  • Haruki: *blushes*
  • Baby: Mama! Papa!
  • Haruki: L-lets go Isuke-sama
  • Isuke: T-this is what I was trying to say, you i-idiot

anonymous asked:

H-Huh D-Disco, H-How I C-Can make my p-plush b-believe H-He d-didn't h-have a p-papa... H-He l-literally c-call everyone p-papa.../Lilly

“I think he’s lookin’ for some kinda figure to act off of?? Like, uh, something to help determine his personality. Mendy says kids soak information like a sponge, which can lead ta certain traits ‘n’ behaviors when their older. Maybe the plush just needs some kind of mature figure.” -Disco

NAME: Robert L. McCree
SPOUSE: Sara Annabelle McCree
CHILDREN: Jesse E. McCree ( only child )
AGE: 41 ( current age by time of death )
DOB: 2010 June 20

personality; Generous, fair with a slightly bizarre sense of humor. A reserved gentleman who’s a tad on the shy side. Amiable nonetheless if a little retiring.

about; In youth he had his heart set on joining the military and served for a few years until an injury in his leg ended in discharge. Still, he had his heart set on delivering hope however he could and studied as his father did, eventually becoming a preacher. From Utah he wandered, delivering messages of uplift and the wisdom taught to him. Travels slowed and eventually stopped in California.

        hm.  maybe  a  beard  wasn’t  so  good  of  an  idea … it  makes  you  look  mean. ~ Sara.