Literally the scene where under Zone Of Truth Taako admitted that Ango was smart and valued and then called him “precious” under his breath is all I fucking need in my life like

He was under ZOT that is 1000% unfiltered Taako feelings
Thats how Taako feels INSIDE
He tries to hide it but he loves this kid so much??

And the fact that he finally let himself be vulnerable and show it has me feelin some kind away


Taji - Age Progression by @shonocondo

A collage group pic I commissioned a long while ago, and she did a great job! Great turnout on her more adult version (consider this a formal attire outfit) with what I gave her <3

And yes, Taji will always tend to cover her mouth though when she is younger or older, she is more open to showing it. As an adult she’s grown open to speaking without her scarf on her and smiles more, but tends to cover out of habit and general sensitivity to cold.

Falling Petals Chapter 9: talking to cute girls is hard, a danny phantom fanfic | FanFiction

           If you asked her, Valerie Gray would say she was used to getting weird ass customers. I mean, you’d have to be a little weird to walk into a tiny coffee shop that’s right across the street from the literal Nasty Burger. Usually they just got fanfiction-writing nerds and book worms that were too preoccupied with reading to even glance at the cup of coffee that they absentmindedly ordered. Every so often Valerie would find someone she used to be friends with in highschool standing on the seat to get a better picture of their perfectly arranged bagel and foamy cup of coffee before taking a sip and a bite and walking back out the door. And then there was that guy that stopped in every Saturday morning and just sat by the window, staring out with a glazed sort of look in his eyes. Oh, and Valerie couldn’t forget that old couple that only spoke in whispers and sent death glares toward Nasty Burger, discussing in whispers about how bad that place was for your health.

           Yeah, Espresso Patronum was certainly a hotspot for weirdos. Valerie was 99.9% sure that she had seen it all.

           And then, one day, a girl walked in.

           Her long, wavy black hair, which would easily reach her butt if put down, was pulled into a high ponytail with a bright blue hair band that matched her eye color exquisitely. Her white shirt very clearly read “drop dead gorgeous” and was accompanied by a tiny cartoon ghost. She was wearing baggy gray sweatpants and Christmas-colored slippers that clashed horribly but somehow just worked for her, and, when she moved to find a seat, Valerie caught sight of a tiny cartoon ghost tattooed on the inside of her elbow.

           Valerie felt her heart skip a beat, because holy shit that girl was hot.

           Cedric, who had started working at Espresso Patronum because he thought the irony was “fucking hilarious,” walked out from behind the counter, straightened his apron, and started heading towards the girl. Valerie pushed him out of the way and pulled out her little notebook with practiced ease.

           “Good afternoon; my name’s Valerie. What can I get for you today?” she recited, pushing a strand of curly brown hair out of her face and ignoring Cedric’s incoherent sounds of anger from behind. Now that she was closer, Val could clearly see tiny freckles dotting her cheeks and nose and a healthy blush lighting her skin. She had multiple earrings in, all of which were simple studs, and a tiny little crystal nose piercing that was almost impossible to spot unless you studied her as closely as Valerie was studying her at that exact moment. The girl, who was easily eighteen, by Valerie’s calculations, glanced up at the sound of Val’s voice. Her eyes sparkled in the dim café light.

           “Holy shit; you’re hot. I’ll have a slice of you and also a double espresso, please.”

           Valerie was so shell-shocked that she dropped her notepad on the floor. She was sure that her entire face was glowing red.

           “Ok, maybe not the slice of you. Was that too straightforward? That was too straightforward. Sorry, I don’t really have a filter. Name’s Danielle, by the way, but everyone calls me Dani. Nice to meet you, Valerie.”

           Valerie was still frozen to the spot, jaw unhinged in utter shock. Cedric had to come up behind her to pull her away from the scene.

           “God, you’re horrible with hot girls. This is why you shoulda let me handle it.” He whispered, steering her towards the kitchen. “Do you even remember what she ordered?”

           “She called me hot.”

           “Wow, of course she’s gay. Great. Perfect. Why would the only hot girl that walks in here be straight? No offense, Val.”

           “She ordered a double espresso.”

           “I just mean to say that you’re not my type, I mean, I see you more as a sister, I just—“



           “Shut up before I break your nose.”

           “Double espresso coming right up.”

           Valerie straightened her apron self consciously. God, she had completely froze out there! She fought ghosts in her free time and she couldn’t even look the cute girl at the café in the eye! She blew a curl out of her face. Wasn’t she supposed to be good at this?

           Valerie glanced over at Danielle, who was interesting herself in the sugar cube bowl situated in the center of the table. She popped a sugar cube in her mouth and clicked her nails against the table distractedly.

           “Here’s the double espresso, Val,” Cedric said, coming up behind her.

           “I thought you liked Dani?”

           “Val, she’s gay, you’re gay.”

           “I’m bi.”

           “Irrelevant. You guys are, like, that perfect homosexual match.”

           Valerie glared at him.

           “Go get her, tiger.”

           Val sighed, straightened her apron again, and headed over to Danielle’s table. Fuck, she was shaking. Her heart felt like it was pounding out of her chest.

           Talking to pretty girls was so much harder than fighting ghosts, Valerie decided.

           “Here’s your order,” she said, trying to steady her hand to set the espresso on the table.

           “Sit with me?” Dani queried.


           “Would you like to sit with me?”

           “Uh, I’m kinda working…” Valerie trailed off, glancing behind her at Cedric.

           “JUST SIT DOWN, DAMMIT,” Cedric yelled across the room, startling a boy in the corner wearing giant glasses and reading a rather thick book. His coffee splashed onto the table and Cedric rushed to help, sending a thumbs up towards Valerie whilst simultaneously apologizing.

           I hate that boy, Valerie decided, sliding into the booth opposite Danielle.

           “That your boyfriend?” Dani asked.

           “Oh, hell no,” Val answered, eyes widening a fraction. “He’s way too much work.”

           “Thank God. For a second I thought you were straight.”

           “Just because I’m not into Cedric doesn’t mean I’m gay,” Valerie argued, sending Danielle a look that was both confused and a bit angry. She had a habit of hiding her fear behind an angry façade.

           “Am I wrong?”

           Valerie said nothing.

           Dani laughed, throwing her head back. Strands of baby hair that had been tucked behind her ears spilled forth, gently framing her face. “You can’t fool me, Valerie. You travel the world and you learn some stuff about homosexuals.”

           “That’s not at all what I thought you learned while travelling the world. Besides, aren’t a bit young for that?”

           “For what? Adventure? Bullshit. I just got back from Australia like,” Dani glanced at the clock over the store door, “thirty minutes ago.”

           “And the first thing you did when you got home was go to a Harry Potter themed café?” Val queried, crinkling her nose.

           “I happen to be a fan of Harry Potter, thank you very much.”

           “Didn’t tack you as a nerd, Dani.”

           “Didn’t tack you as a bitch, Val.” Danielle stuck her tongue out at that and then proceeded to hide her smile behind her coffee cup.

           Valerie felt her fear ebb away. It was so damn easy to talk to her.

           “Hey, don’t do that.” Danielle said suddenly.

           “Do what?”

           “That grin thing.”

           “Why the hell can’t I grin?”

           “’Cus it’s fucking cute! I just wanted a cup of coffee, dammit.”

           Valerie snorted. “Maybe you shouldn’t have called me hot.”

           “Maybe you shouldn’t have been hot,” Dani retorted, sipping her drink. “Ow, fuck!”
           “I burnt ma tangue,” she answered, letting her tongue flop out of her mouth. “I’m ganna thue.”

           “You’re gonna what?”

           “Thue! I’m ganna thue!”

           “Say that again, please?” Valerie was trying her damndest not to smile and, yet, still managing to fail miserably.

           “Thuck you!”

           Valerie burst into a fit of laughter, her hand coming down to smack the table. Dani glared, tongue still sticking out, a grin lifting the corners of her lips.

           And then Valerie heard Danielle gasp lightly and looked up just in time to see concern twist her features.

           “Fuck me,” she whispered, tongue back in her mouth.


           “I gotta go.”


           “My, uh, cousin wanted to meet up with me after I landed and I totally forgot.” Danielle stood. “How much do I owe you?”

           “It’s on the house,” Valerie insisted, standing as well. She was surprised at the sudden cut in conversation and found herself missing it already. “Well, I guess I’ll see yo—“

           “Hold up. Gimme your pen.”

           “My what?”

           “The pen that’s in your apron pocket, ya goob.” Danielle glanced out the window, searched the sky with one quick sweep of her eyes, and smirked at Valerie.

           “Oh! Here.” She passed it over.

           Dani rolled her eyes, reached across the table, and grabbed Valerie’s wrist. She wrote down a collection of numbers and finished it with a little cartoon ghost, which was something that Valerie had started associating with her.

           “Call me later, okay?”

           It wasn’t until then that Valerie realized that that collection of numbers was Danielle’s phone number. “Oh. Oh! Okay!”

           “See ya.”


           Danielle rushed out the door with a small little wave, the bell dinging softly as she left.

           “You scare her off?” Cedric asked, coming up behind Valerie.

           “I got her number.”

           “Really? That fast? That’s impressive. What’d she run off for, then?”

           “She had to see her cousin.”

           Cedric snorted. “That sounds suspiciously fake. I’m honestly confused whether she wants to talk to you or she was just trying to get away from you.”

           Valerie turned on her heel, coming face to face with Cedric. “Hey, shut it! I’m sure she was just busy.”

           And then a ghost came straight through the opposite wall and landed with a crash behind the counter, followed by a black and white blur.


           “Oh, would you look at the time, Cedric! I gotta go!”

           “Your shift doesn’t end for another two hours!”

           Valerie was already out the door, hiding behind a trash bin beside the café, and letting the cool metal that made up her suit envelope her entire body through tiny openings in her wrists and ankles.

           She grinned from underneath her mask.

           A cute girl gave her her number and now she got to kick some ghost’s ass. She decided to mark today off as a good day.

           Valerie jumped and her hover board popped out from the bottom of her shoes. She couldn’t think about that right now. That black and white blur just had to be Phantom.

           Duty calls.

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Spellingg Bee - SuperSmeller/ SuperSniffer
Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Piece - Peter Panic
9 Lives - Gus “Sillypants” Jackson
Who Ya Gonna Call? - Francois
Shawn vs. The Red Phantom - Magic Head
Shawn vs. the Red Phantom - Chocolate Columbo
Forget Me Not - Dr. Mc … Tock
Game, Set… Muuurder? - Earnest Lambert Watkins
Poker? I Barely Know Her - Felicia Fancybottom
Scary Sherry: Bianca’s Toast - D'Andre
American Duos - Gus T.T. Showbiz
Zero to Murder in Sixty Seconds - Ovaltine Jenkins
And Down the Stretch Comes Murder - Burton “Oil Can” Guster
And Down the Stretch Comes Murder- Burton the Billowy Bear
Meat Is Murder, But Murder Is Also Murder - Magic Head
Rob-a-Bye Baby - Shmuel Cohen
Bounty Hunters! - Galileo Humpkins
Gus’s Dad May Have Killed an Old Guy - Schoonie “U-Turn” Singleton
The Old and the Restless - Nick-Nack
Lights, Camera… Homicidio - Lavender Gooms
Black and Tan: A Crime of Fashion - Tan (Tangus)
Shawn (and Gus) of the Dead - Bruton “Gasty” Gaster
Shawn (and Gus) of the Dead - Paddy Simcox
Ghosts - Fearless Guster
Ghosts - Lemongrass Gogulope
Daredevils! - Die Harder
Daredevils! - Squirts MacIntosh
The Greatest Adventure in the History of Basic Cable - Ernesto Agapito Garcés con ya de Abelar
The Greatest Adventure in the History of Basic Cable - Big Baby Burton
The Greatest Adventure in the History of Basic Cable - Black Star
The Greatest Adventure in the History of Basic Cable - Homeskillet
Disco Didn’t Die. It Was Murdered! - Methuselah Honeysuckle
There Might Be Blood - Chesterfield McMillan and wife
Talk Derby to Me - Longbranch Pennywhistle
Christmas Joy - Scrooge Jones
Six Feet Under the Sea - Hummingbird Saltalamacchia
Earth, Wind, and… Wait for It - Step Anthony Wally Ali (Cat Stuck in a Tree)
Any Given Friday Night at 10pm, 9pm Central - Dequan “Smallpox” Randolph
Truer Lies - Hollabackatcha
Tuesday the 17th - Slicks
An Evening With Mr. Yang - Sterling Cooper
An Evening With Mr. Yang - Trapezious Milkington
He Dead - Jazz Hands
The Devil’s in the Details… and the Upstairs Bedroom - Shawn
High Top Fade Out - Detective Miles
High Top Fade Out - Gus Brown
High Top Fade Out - John Slade
Let’s Get Hairy - Ron Davis
Let’s Get Hairy - Rich Fingerland aka Bob Adams
Let’s Get Hairy - Black Magic
Let’s Get Hairy - Harry Munroe
Let’s Get Hairy - Cheswick
Shawn Takes a Shot in the Dark - Doughnut Holschtein
You Can’t Handle This Episode - Ghee Buttersnaps AKA The Heater
A Very Juliet Episode - The Vault of Secrets
Think Tank - Clementine Woollysocks
The Head, The Tail, The Whole Damn Episode - Guts
The Head, The Tail, The Whole Damn Episode - Ol’ Ironside
The Head, The Tail, The Whole Damn Episode - Old Iron Stomach
The Head, The Tail, The Whole Damn Episode - Tin Tummy
Mr. Yin Presents - Gustice
Romeo and Juliet and Juliet - Johnathan Jacob “Jingly” Schmidt
Feet Don’t Kill Me Now - Santonio Holmes
Feet Don’t Kill Me Now - Deon Richmond
Not Even Close… Encounters - Gurton Buster
Chivalry Is Not Dead… But Someone Is - Chaz Bono
Shawn and Gus in Drag (Racing) - Chocolate Einstein
Shawn and Gus in Drag (Racing) - MC Clap Yo Handz
Shawn and Gus in Drag (Racing) - Road Rash
Shawn and Gus in Drag (Racing) - Mellowrush
Shawn and Gus in Drag (Racing) - Miss Whittlebury
Shawn and Gus in Drag (Racing) - Crankshaft
Shawn and Gus in Drag (Racing) - G-Force
Shawn and Gus in Drag (Racing) - Sher-Black-Lock
Viagra Falls - Control Alt Delete
Viagra Falls - Imhotep or He Cometh in Peace
Extradition II: The Actual Extradition Part - Yasmine Bleeth
Dual Spires - Lodge Blackman
We’d Like to Thank the Academy - Mission Figgs
Dead Bear Walking - RadioStar
Dead Bear Walking - Gusjay Gupta
Dead Bear Walking - Original G-String AKA Crowd Pleasa
The Amazing Psych-Man & Tap-Man, Issue 2 - Watson Williams
Shawn, Interrupted - Suggs
Indiana Shawn and the Temple of the Kinda Crappy, Rusty Old Dagger - Brutal Hustler
Heeeeere’s Lassie - Fellatio Del Toro
Santabarbaratown - Sh'Dynasty
Santabarbaratown 2 - Gurn Blanston
Juliet Takes a Luvvah - Immaculate Conception
100 Clues - Domo Arigato
Right Turn or Left for Dead- Yarnis Gustafson
Juliet Wears the Pantsuit - Blue Ivy Carter
Santa Barbarian Candidate - Bill Ofrights
Dead Air - Vijay Armitraj
Dead Air - Django Unchained
No Trout About It - Burton Trout
No Trout About It - Bad News Marvin Barnes
Psych: The Musical - Lil’ Wayne
S.E.I.Z.E. the Day - Trending Ontwitter
Remake A.K.A. Cloudy… With a Chance of Improvement - Robert “Booooooooooob” Jones

In the Season 8 episode Cog Blocked Gus took the lead and came up with some names for himself. Here’s the list of names he told the waitress at the Buena Vista Lounge:

Dr. Alan Champion
Angela Bennett
Jack Devlin
Jason Bourne
Jack Bauer
Tony Stark
Billy Elliott
Ferris Bueller
Edward Scissorhands
Hans Solo
Hans Landa
Han-Na Montana
Mr. Popper
Mr. Bee
Mr. Ripley
Mr. Deeds
Mr. Pink
Mr. White
Mr. Brown
Mr. Blonde
Mr. T
Dr. T
Dr. Jekyll
Dr. Phibes
Dr. Evil
Dr. Horrible
Dr. Dolittle

Repetitive Nicknames

Although originally appearing in Spellingg Bee, Gus has frequently been referred to having a SuperSniffer. Other such episodes are Shawn (and Gus) of the Dead, Earth, Wind, and… Wait for It, and Shawn and Gus in Drag (Racing). Shawn has referred to Gus as Magic Head in different episodes such as Shawn vs. The Red Phantom and Meat Is Murder, But Murder Is Also Murder.

On several occasions Gus’ name gets misspelled or mispronounced such as in Shawn (and Gus) of the Dead, and Not Even Close… Encounters.

—  List of Gus’ Nicknames [http://psychusa.wikia.com/wiki/List_of_Gus’_Nicknames]
Je suis seule dans une mer immense sur un petit radeau qui tangue qui va de l'avant, j'ai levé l'ancre et souvent j'y pense et tu m'manques.
—  B&O
30 jours pour écrire, jour 4 / Être

Je suis
la femme flamme, le lac immense dans lequel tu te noies, la toile blanche où projeter vos fantasmes les plus fous, le voile noir devant tes yeux, l’étincelle au creux de ta main, le fantôme sous les draps bleus, la fille de l’Océan majestueux, un pas de danse sur un trottoir, un éclat de rire qui résonne, l’ivresse contre tes lèvres, la caresse du vent sur ta nuque, un cri dans la nuit, le chamallow qui colle à tes rêves, l’inconnue seule sur le fauteuil rouge, l’amoureuse bancale, une brûlure contre tes côtes, tout ce que tu ne diras jamais, une route d’ici jusqu’à la mer, un orage d’été, une trace de dents dans ton cou, une robe qui tourne tourne tourne et s’envole, la fleur séchée que tu n’oses jeter, une averse sur ta peau brûlante.
je suis
celle qui rit celle qui pleure celle qui tombe celle qui se tait celle qui disparaît celle qui ferme les yeux celle qui ne sait jamais celle qui suit celle qui tangue celle qui nage celle qui coule celle en bleu celle qui rêve celle qui espère celle qui zigzague celle qui s’enflamme celle qui veille celle qui dort celle qui chouine celle qui embrasse celle qui caresse celle qui fuit celle qui brise celle qui invente celle qui aime,
je suis
l’angoisse qui me prend par la main, le rouge sur mes lèvres, le noir à mes yeux, le sable entre mes songes, les mots que je lis, les bleus sur mes jambes, la minuscule étoile qui tombe de l’enveloppe, les soupirs que je t’offre, les frissons que tu m’offres, l’amour que je ne dis pas et celui que je fais, le silence, l’ailleurs qui ne se laisse jamais attraper, la peau que tu griffes,
je suis
je suis
au présent. J’existe.

Garde ces gens-là, ceux-là là, qui se lèvent à 5h du matin pour venir te chercher à la gare, ceux qui t’emmènent toujours dans des plans foireux, ceux qui font l’effort de te parler, les entêtés qui refusent tes non-réponses, ceux qui volent jusqu’à toi dès que tu en as besoin, ceux qui puent la galère, ceux qui rient pour rien et ceux qui sont toujours blasés, ceux qui sont fauchés et ceux qui ont de l’argent à jeter, ceux qui parlent jamais et ceux avec qui t’arrives pas à en placer une, ceux qui t’appellent à 3 heures du matin en ayant perdu leurs clefs, ceux qui sont toujours dans la lune, ceux qui sont toujours en retard, ceux qui t’engueulent parce-qu’ils étaient à l’heure, ceux qui aiment la trance et ceux qui adorent Renaud, ceux qu’ont du mal à vivre et ceux qui ne demandent qu’à vivre, ceux qu’habitent à 400 bornes et ceux qui vivent à 5 rues, ceux qui ne font que cavaler, ceux qui hurlent, ceux qui râlent, ceux qui parlent pas français, ceux qui finissent en PLS les soirs de semaine, ceux qui tiennent pas l’alcool et ceux que t’arrivent pas à suivre, ceux qui boivent cul sec et ceux qui noient leur chagrin dans la bouteille, ceux qui balbutient, ceux qui ont envie de mourir, ceux qui chantent juste et les casseroles, ceux qui voyagent, ceux qui stagnent, ceux qui ont une petite vessie, ceux qui ressemblent à des hippies, ceux qui jouent de la musique, ceux qui t’emmènent au septième ciel, ceux qui te tirent en haut, ceux qui te cognent toujours, ceux qui s’ennuient, ceux qui font que dormir, ceux qui se lèvent jamais avant 16h, ceux qui sont au chômage, ceux qui ne veulent pas grandir, ceux qui veulent fuir.

Oui ceux-là, les bosseurs, les grand-cœurs, les fêtards, les tocards, les oubliés, les inachevés, les mélancoliques, les bucoliques, les rêveurs, les tombeurs, les charmeurs, les teuffeurs, les enculés, les tarés, les don juan, les mécontents, les enragés, les fumeurs de cannabis, les toxicos, ceux qui prennent de la coke, de la kéta et toutes ces choses, les éternels incompris, les incorrigibles optimistes, les littéraires, les téméraires, les barbus, les « m’as-tu vu », les timides, les perfides, les connards, les saoulards, les superficiels, les infidèles, les bipolaires, les éternels célibataires, les beau-parleurs, les acteurs , les peureux, les coléreux, les indécis, les amis, les amours, les vautours.

Oui, ceux-là, ceux qui te rendent meilleure, ceux qui te font rire, ceux qui ont besoin de toi, ceux qui n’attendent que toi pour festoyer, ceux à qui tu manques, ceux qui t’admirent, ceux qui veulent devenir comme toi, ceux qui envient ton train de vie, ceux qui réussissent à vivre avec ton sourire, ceux qui te donnent l’énergie d’avancer, ceux qui tapent du pied avec toi jusqu’à midi, ceux qui ne connaissent pas la fatigue en ta compagnie, ceux qui sont toujours prêts à foutre la zizanie avec ta connerie, ceux qui t’aident à escalader tous ces murs, ceux qui te serrent au creux de leurs bras, ceux qui t’envoient un kilo d’amour par jour, ceux qui te disent ce qu’ils pensent de toi, ceux qui t’ouvrent la porte quand tu tangues, ceux qui t’hébergent dès que tu en as besoin, ceux qui restent éveillés tard le soir pour te parler, ceux qui partagent tes nuits d’insomnies, ceux qu’essayent de t’apaiser le cœur, ceux qui te connaissent par cœur, ceux qui sont pas vraiment des enfants de cœurs mais qui t’ont offert leur cœur, ceux qui n’ont pas de rancœur pour toi, ceux qui veulent te voir tout en haut, ceux qui espèrent te voir légaliser la beuh, ceux qui vident leurs poches quand t’es fauchée, ceux qui n’ont pas besoin de parler pour te comprendre, ceux qu’essayent sans relâche de te cerner, ceux qui sourient rien qu’en ta présence, ceux qui te croient parfaite, ceux qui savent faire la fête, et même ceux qui baisent chez toi, ceux qui dégueulassent l’appart à chacun de leur passage, ceux qui sont toujours dans le brouillard, ceux qui font que tu es simplement toi, toi l'énergumène qui prend de la place mais qu'a toujours cette foutue grimace qui montre tes dents blanches.  

Ono no Komachi 小野小町 (825 ?-900 ?)

Poétesse, la plupart de ses waka évoquent l'anxiété, la solitude ou la passion amoureuse. Elle est la seule poétesse mentionnée dans la préface du Kokinshū 古今集, qui décrit son style comme “empli de tristesse et de fragilité, semblable aux tourments d'une dame raffinée”. 

Voici quelques poèmes :

Pour le voir
cette nuit il n'est aucun moyen
 anxieuse je me lève,
dans ma poitrine couve un feu
qui brûle mon cœur.

À cause de mon cœur
j'entrepris de monter
sur cette barque instable
et pas un jour je n'ai passé
sans être inondée de vagues.

Note :  Elle compare sont amant instable à une barque qui tangue et balance et ses larmes à des vagues.

Illustration : “Sekiheki no tsuki” by Tsukioka Yoshitoshi 月岡芳年 (1839-1892).

La couleur des fleurs
s'est fanée hélas
tandis que le regard perdu
je pense à la fuite de mes jours
dans la nuit où il pleut sans fin.

IIlustration : “ono-no-komachi old” by Tsukioka Yoshitoshi 月岡芳年 (1839-1892).

Ainsi c'en est fait,
mon corps aux ondées d'automne 
tant s'est défraîchi 
que vos mots, feuilles flétries, 
ailleurs se sont dispersés.

Minha alma é uma orquestra oculta; não sei que instrumentos tangue e range, cordas e harpas, timbales e tambores, dentro de mim. Só me conheço como sinfonia.
—  Fernando Pessoa.

The joke is from Code MENT ep 16 by PurpleEyesWTF.

Okay so I’ve been pretty inactive for a while and probably will continue to do so but I wanted to spend some of time or half a day apparently making something new every few months lol Always wanted to cover Hunter Jay Usher’s explosive rage due to constant Dust poisoning he’s not all right in the head to the extent his students have to run from him. Fun times at the Fortune Institute. Even more fun when they come down to Beacon for the Vytal Festival. Goodwitch was not amused.

Also there is like a dozen tiny cameos lol see if you can spot them all.

Burton "Gus" Guster List of alias names according to Wikipedia

Die Harder
Felicia Fancybottom
Ground Control
Bighead Burton
Big Baby Burton
Burton the Billowy Bear
Chocolate Columbo
Magic Head
SuperSmeller or The SuperSniffer
Peter Panic
Gus T.T. Showbiz
Ovaltine Jenkins
Schoonie “U-Turn” Singleton
Vernest Lambert Watkins
Bud (from The Cosby Show)
Nick Nack
Bruton Gaster
Lavender Gooms
Lemongrass Gogulope
Squirts MacIntosh
Weepy Boy Santos
Stewart Lee
Dr. Mc [Khoesan tongue clicking sounds] Took
Galileo Humpkins
Gus “Silly-Pants” Jackson
Fearless Guster
Shmuel Cohen
Methuselah Honeysuckle
Shutterfly Simmons
Paddy Simcox
Chesterfield McMillan (and wife)
Ernesto Agapito Garces Conde de Abelar
Longbranch Pennywhistle
Scrooge Jones
D'Andre Pride
Hummingbird Saltalamacchia
Step-Anthony Wally Ali
Art Vandelay
Dequan “Smallpox” Randolph
Trapezius Milkington
Sterling Cooper
Burton “Oil Can” Guster
Jazz Hands
Gus Brown
John Slade
Detective Miles
Doughnut Johnathan Jacob Jinggly Smith
Ron Davis
Bob Adams
Harry Munroe
Rich Fingerland
Black Magic
Shaggy Buddy Snap
Ghee Buttersnaps a.k.a. “The Heater”
The Vault of Secrets
Clementine Woolysocks
Pinky Guscatero
Ol’ Ironside
Old Iron Stomach
Bruce Lee
Jonathan Jacob Jingley-Smith
Santonio Holmes
Deon Richmond
Gurton Buster
Chaz Bono
Chocolate Einstein
MC ClapYoHandz
Mrs. Whittlebury
Joey Bishop
Slick Fingers
Imhotep or “He Cometh in Peace”
Control Alt Delete
The Guster
The Jackal
Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje
Yasmine Bleeth
Lodge Blackman
Mission Figs
The Black Goose
Original G-String a.k.a. Crowd Pleasah
Radio Star
Gus Jay Gupta
Don Cheadle Jr.
Watson Williams
Benedict Arnold Jackson
Engel Woods
Eddie Adams from Torrance
Brutal Hustler
Lumpkin (Name Never Completed)
Felatio Del Toro
Tin Tummy
Satchel Gizmo
Gurn Blandstein
Immaculate Conception
Bill Uvrights
Jonas Gustavsson
Blue Ivy Carter
Django Unchained
Burton Trout
Bad News Marvin Barnes
Lil’ Wayne
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