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SUPER CUTIES OKAY THIS CAME OUT TOO CUTE
also john’s a drunk idiot again and has to be carried home.

I’m starting to get the hang of this palette thing and funnily enough with the purple being the darkest colour it looks like john’s wearing the purple pants he has in the punk pic 8)

//don’t worry I’ll do the other one too, just for a different post ;)

polysémie #1

body related.

- peau (f) : skin + food (fruit/veggie) peel (ex : une peau de banane) + animal leather (ex : une veste en peau de mouton) + orange peel skin (peau d’orange)

- pied (m) : foot + (table) leg + stem + plant (ex : lettuce plant) + casser les pieds (”to break one’s feet”) = to annoy someone

- talon (m) : heel (foot part) + heel (shoes) + cheque stub (talon de chèque)

- cheville (f) : ankle + plug (when you want to screw smtg on a wall)

- nez (m) : nose + master perfumer

- bouche (f) : mouth + manhole (bouche d’égout) + air vent (bouche d’aération)

- dent (f) : tooth (on a saw) + prong (on a fork) + avoir les dents longues (”having long teeth”) = be crazy, slytheriny ambitious

- langue (f) : tongue + language (langue maternelle)

- palais (m) : palate + palace (le palais de Buckingham) 

- bras (m) : arm + workers, help (we need ‘bras’ for Sophie’s moving, pls help) + bras droit “right arm” = right-hand man

- doigt (m) : finger + small amount of smtg (un doigt de whisky)

- majeur (m) : middle finger + most of (ex : la majeure partie de…) + adult 18+

- index (m) : forefinger + index (in a book)

- pouce (m) : thumb + inch (5 feet 7 inches : cinq pieds sept pouces) + what kids yell to take a break during a chasing game

- front (m) : forehead + front (military)

- couilles (f) : balls + casser les couilles (”to break one’s balls”) : to annoy someone

- dos (m) : back + back of something + spine of a book

- genou (m) : knee + rigoler des genoux = to be full of shit (angry), rare 

- coeur (m) : heart + motivation (ex : avoir à coeur de faire quelque chose)

- articulation (f) : joint + knuckle + enunciation

- côte (f) : rib + coast (la côte d’Ivoire) + slope 

- veine (f) : vein + luck (avoir de la veine)

- chair (f) : flesh (human, fruit) + goosebumps (chair de poule) + sex (les plaisirs de la chair, rare/old + le péché de chair : “the sin of flesh”) 

- colonne (f) : spine (colonne vertébrale) + column (archi, on paper…)

- grain (m) : beauty spot (grain de beauté) + grain (grain of wheat : grain de blé) + bean (coffee bean : grain de café) + speck (un grain de poussière : a speck of dust) + being nuts (avoir un grain, fam)

- poil (m) : body hair + animal coat + bristle + a bit (ex : un poil plus cher)

- bouc (m) : goatee + billy goat

- favori (m) : sideburn + favourite

- aile (f) (du nez) : wing (nose, bird, plane, car, castle)

anonymous asked:

She's still in Greece lmao. Sooooo what are your favorite foods?

I don’t understand why though? I get that her secret lover Daniel is still there and some other random models she’s kinda friends with keep showing up but everyone else she went with seems to have left? Whatever, this is officially 10 days of no work and 9 days in Greece so I don’t wanna hear her talk about how she doesn’t get to vacation or have time off for a good 3-4 months. Even though she’s always on fucking vacation and taking time off but this is the longest she’s gone away since Aspen in December. But that was a Christmas vacation with her family, she usually only takes trips this long when it’s holiday related. Anyways, I have a sneaking suspicion that “vacation” in Bella’s mind is going away somewhere only for extended time off and her 3-4 day trips here and there don’t count as vacations to her…

Nachos, loaded potato skins, McDonalds apple pies, lime/lemon flavoured anything, Cuban sandwitches, and this kind of quinoa salad I make.

anonymous asked:

You don't advocate violence against children? So you were sad when 13-year-old Joffrey died?

Damn George R.R. Martin and his moral greyness!

I mean, the question is kind of a perfect one and highlights something that the author does very well. That being destroying this notion of satisfying poetic justice.

Joffrey was a spoiled, tyrannical brat. He was even possibly “not well” from an anachronistic point of view of mental health, but that doesn’t change the fact that a thirteen-year-old kid choked to death in from of his mother in public, and that we, the reader, we complicit in it because, at least on some level, we wanted it.

Sansa is the audience avatar in this situation.

Sansa felt as though she were in a dream. “Joffrey is dead,” she told the trees, to see if that would wake her.

He had not been dead when she left the throne room. He had been on his knees, though, clawing at his throat, tearing at his own skin as he fought to breathe. The sight of it had been too terrible to watch, and she had turned and fled, sobbing. Lady Tanda had been fleeing as well. “You have a good heart, my lady,” she said to Sansa. “Not every maid would weep so for a man who set her aside and wed her to a dwarf.”

A good heart. I have a good heart. Hysterical laughter rose up her gullet, but Sansa choked it back down. The bells were ringing, slow and mournful. Ringing, ringing, ringing. They had rung for King Robert the same way. Joffrey was dead, he was dead, he was dead, dead, dead. Why was she crying, when she wanted to dance? Were they tears of joy?

Ellaria makes it clear this was not a fist pumping moment.

“Tywin Lannister is dead. So are Robert Baratheon, Amory Lorch, and now Gregor Clegane, all those who had a hand in murdering Elia and her children. Even Joffrey, who was not yet born when Elia died. I saw the boy perish with mine own eyes, clawing at his throat as he tried to draw a breath. Who else is there to kill?”

So yeah, I was sad when Joffrey died. But also I was satisfied by it. Just like the Walk of Shame, or Theon’s Reekification, or even Frey Pies.

“The skin from the little finger of Theon Greyjoy’s left hand. My son is cruel, I confess it. And yet … what is a little skin, against the lives of two young princes? You were their mother, my lady. May I offer you this … small token of revenge?”

Part of Catelyn wanted to clutch the grisly trophy to her heart, but she made herself resist. “Put it away. Please.”

Human emotions are complicated and anyone who say morality is black and white is kidding themselves, okay?