#TW mentions of the French

[eddardofthehousestark]

hey!! you've probably gotten this question 100 times, but where is your header from? is it real?

Well only a couple of times and for some reason I deleted the last time I answered this. But its not real. Its just a screenshot of a Mirage F-1 with a custom Sansa Stark/House Stark camo from the game War Thunder.

Wish it was real but sadly the French are more likely to use anime references in their actual camo instead of ASOIAF.

[incorrectbatfam]

Now what are your strengths?

I have dual PhDs in Girl Math, I wear socks on more than one of my feet, and I eat a dozen raw eggs for breakfast every day

[sickofthis666]

Isn't it batshit crazy that when a famous man is accused of rape, two kinds of testimonies come forwards simultaneously:

A part of people who knew him/his circle, (employees, friends, coworkers, lovers, etc) will say, horrified:

"We didn’t know. Who could have thought? He never acted like that with me"

And another part will say:

"Everyone knew. Everyone. For years. Decades. It was an open secret. The whole industry knew."

[limonjarritos]

VINCE IS SO DOWN BAD FOR RODY OH MY GOD??? LITERALLY KILLS HIS EX GIRLFRIEND TO MAKE HIM HAPPY???? THEYVE KNOWN EACH OTHER LESS THAN A WEEK??????

LITERALLY LIKE- MY MAN FELL HARD AND INSANELY. LIKE WHO DOES THAT? I wouldn't have it any other way. Just the way that as soon as Rody came into his life he was like 'I need this man to be so whole-y mine.'

When I was playing the game my pet theory was that he fell for Rody's brand of love, for how he loved Manon (he did say that he spoke of Manon when they first met) and Rody's personality.

(read more because I am so annoying about this game vv)

Something something, how Rody loves so intensely to the detriment of himself (Manon told him to stop giving, to for once in his life realise that he needed to take care of him self and be stable. He can't just account for the other person's needs <- barely know her but I get why Rody was head over heels). How Rody's love is similar to his cooking, burning, burning himself, burning and oh so overwhelming. And I do think Vince wanted the feel of that burn for himself, wanted to feel the warmth and devotion of which he had been so devoid of. To understand what it was he was lacking. How love and cooking go hand in hand in the story, how Vince's dishes were devoid of love, how he can't taste. How Rody's love surely would be strong enough, would be the missing ingredient to allow him to finally taste something. (Also lack of taste going hand in hand with what looks like depression of some sort, or perhaps just apathy for life. How bland his own life may be. How such a love, such a person could perhaps bring some taste to his life.) Vince seems to have killed Manon as a form of trying to show Rody a similar type of love. Giving him something, giving him a meal made out of Rody's own love. A gift since he couldn't give his own brand of love in a way that matters, couldn't give it without showing his own brand of devotion. I do think he 100% had an underlying jealousy and hatred of Manon, how Rody was still stuck up on her. How she never once mentioned Rody when her and Vince dated (though outside of Vince's pov I'm pretty sure Manon was just doing the healthy normal thing by not mentioning an ex?? but Vince is soooo gone) which is obviously a sin (he doesn't seem to take kindly to people who are mean to Rody. Such as the article and Rody's old college classmate) and proof she wasn't deserving enough of Rody's love. But alas she was still a gift and show of love to Rody.

On the personality topic (thought I forgot about that did you?), Rody is such a brash and kind person. A perfect foil for Vincent's more stoic nature. Rody willing to try and befriend Vincent, running into the kitchen to talk to him. He showed a bit of said love to Vince by trying to befriend him and how could Vince not want more? (why wouldn't Vince try to reciprocate in his own way. Make him happy) I mean he seems pretty feared by his cooks, and the people at the party have mentioned that Vince is pretty ruthless, not at all a person many wish to get to know. But Rody is willing to, yet Vince wants his undivided attention...

Okay wow this has gone on way too long uhh I'm 100% open to further discussion especially if I forgot something! And I haven't really looked too much into the game past playing it, so any reveals the creator may have given I'm mostly unaware of and would love to be informed of more!

Anyways tiny Vincent attack!

[anartisticdreamer0]

ya know on this island, parents have never really had to explain death to their kids. it’s always been an accepted thing that can happen, a fate that might befall any of them at any time, that at any point one of them or their siblings may die.

but now they have to. now it’s not just eggs that die. now they have to explain death. which now leads to different parents having to explain different perspectives of death. so far it’s mainly been phil and bbh, but that makes it even more interesting because they have probably the weirdest povs on death. phil literally explaining how he views death. we legit got lore out of him.

and that’s mainly just in reference to the older eggs, the newer eggs have had a completely different scenario happen to them. in which they’ve gotten told “oh these are your new parents, some of them have dead kids so they might not be receptive to you, but that’s fine they’ll learn”. which creates a whole new relationship with death. em and pepito having to live in bobby’s shadow. sunny knowing she had a sister but she’s not around anymore. and those past relationships affect the relationships those parents have with their “new” kids. not to mention how sunny never has really had death explained to her. the new eggs have not yet had death normalized, they are still scared of it.

that’s not helped by islanders themselves dying. chayanne said (paraphrased) “you’re not supposed to die like eggs” while talking to phil and i think that perfectly describes how the older eggs perceive death. they can die forever and never come back that’s why their parents protect them. their parents can’t and won’t die permanently, they will come back. but tubbo, and now bad have destroyed that mindset. because now parents can die permanently. and that’s what scares them. death overall scares the newer eggs, their parents dying scares the older eggs.

this isn’t even getting to how dapper, pomme, and tallulah have an even stronger connection to death and therefore likely have a slightly different view on it. sunny has had that entire everything with q!lenay’s corpse, don’t get me started on the kinds of tragic and fucked up all that is. or how pepito has 3 of pepito’s parents have dead kids. at the end of the day, these are kids. all of them. and i don’t think we talk about the inherent importance and interest that automatically holds enough. these kids are growing up on an island where if your parents don’t feed you cookies for a week you die. and so you just have to hope someone else does it for you to keep being alive. and some most of you only have one dependable parent, some of your parents have to worry about two of you, some of you can only depend on a babysitter.

then one of your parents dies. and then the babysitter, that everyone has depended on at least once, dies. . .

how safe then is your mom or dad? and if they die, who takes care of you? who makes sure you don’t die?

[ghostscrown]

Gonna use this as a reaction meme from now on

[suckmyskinnyballsmia]

For all my American peeps:

Ik that toady (thanksgiving) is a day that is scary and intimidating. I hate it too, but let’s remember to take care of ourselves.

We need to respect ourselves, and with this holiday a lot of times people fight, and a lot of things get brought up. But just know that I love you and it doesn’t matter what other people say, just be you and live your life. Stay happy healthy and safe.

Please know that you are loved

And know that politics and religion as table topics always suck but you can get through it and if it gets bad, listen to music and/or excuse yourself to calm down and keep yourself safe.

I love yall 💖

And for my people in recovery or struggling with an Ed:

You are not alone.

Make sure you are safe, and try your best.

Food is scary sometimes, and especially with a bunch of people, but know that you are amazing and you deserve nourishment

Please stay safe

And drink your water!

(Ps i wrote/am writing this at 2:12 am so this is probably gunna sound stupid or my grammar is incorrect)

[originalaccountname]

for @kyouka-supremacy, with apologies for being a LIAR because I apparently remembered the second time Dazai sings his stupid song wrong. They're not that different. With notable work to take into account the new words but not ~completely~ different like I said. (always double check yourself before making claims on the internet kids)

I included the original before for easier comparison. The OG song is more noticeably different because they're trying to fit one thousand syllables in a very short time.

[capitainecorbeau]

Today in Fun (no) Facts I found out during translation time ! Apparently, if you keep using Sif's dagger to loop back, they start having intrusive thoughts about stabbing his teammates :))))))))))

[aforgotto]

[necrogfie]

there is so much thing we can make fun of americans about but maaaybe we shouldn't make fun of .. school shooting ??? maybe ?

that's just an idea but like .. let's make fun of their food or their weird expressions! light hearted stuff not events that often result in tragedy ??

[legallysoup]

11.11.23 - saturday, samedi, lørdag 26/31 of the studyblr community challenge

yass and slay besties

things i did today:

🌼some more of my french vocab 🌼more of my geological time 🌼french assignment research

things i will do tomorrow:

🍃french vocab 🍃research for food tech essay 🍃go through past econs topics covered

things i did for me today:

🌧️played val this morning (yay) 🌧️drank a lot of water 🌧️ate some chocolate

day twenty-six: tag someone you would like to get to know

@fishtacofriday the vibes are immaculate, i love you

today was kinda unproductive but i got a 4k today so all is well

i started a survival horror game at night what's the bet ill have another fun dream (last one i had my ankles were ✨removed✨) i do love meself some violence

sorry for the sudden body horror this isn't very studyblr of me

im not sure how much work ill be able to do tomorrow im going to a fairday with my friends, im excited :D

goodnight lovlies!

[another-clive-blog]

I'm thinking so much about Claire going ah fuck gotta save Clive

Did he realise who she was? Did he knew?

I'm also so fixed on French version Claire saying to luke that she's an angel who got down with her wings and not a witch. I think concussed Clive would remember her as such((or for more symbolism as a white dove- who depicted to be peace-bringers))((((also personal hc that Clive got few ribs broken))))

THIS. Omg this- when I first noticed the difference I went "...Oh", like that was so mean and for what ?? Claire you are killing me why would you say that

Btw I wrote a little something based on that, it starts angsty but quickly becomes funny because Clive and Claire are the comedy duo of the time trio (Dimitri and Clive are too, but it's not intentional lol). I hope it's okay with you !! Also if you want to talk more about the French version I am here for it. =) Literally like please do.

Writing under the cut !! Usual TW for mention of death, injury and discussion of injury (still no graphic description)

Clive didn't know where he was. His vision was blurry, his ears ringing, his everything hurting. The pain was overwhelming to the point where he couldn't even pinpoint its origin- his chest maybe ? God, he could hear the professor or Luke say something stupid, something like 'it's your heart that's hurting actually'.

They wouldn't say that though, mostly because none of them were even here with him. Or, well, Clive hoped so, at least : he hoped that they were far, that they wouldn't look back for him.

They probably wouldn't. He didn't think he would have.

He tried to sit up, but it seemed impossible with the ground moving under him. Ah- yes, right... he was in the fortress. Had been... working. And then he got hit by... whatever.

Had he lost consciousness ? How long had he been out for ? Where was everyone ?

He couldn't stand on his own, but patting the ground, he felt his fingers graze against the bottom of the control board. After that, it was really a matter of holding onto it, and then pushing himself up, come on, get up-

He was panting as he leaned on the panel, using it as support but standing nonetheless. He was up and he hoped that his arms wouldn't let go of the panel on their own, that his legs would stop shaking so hard.

He forced himself to focus on the outside instead.

The control room was a mess. Pipes resting on the ground, broken shards of glass everywhere and- wait.

He narrowed his eyes.

Oh. That was the Laytonmobile, somehow- flying away from here. He didn't know it could fly. Funny.

He was definitely having hallucinations, then.

Clive let go of the control panel, swaying for a moment but not falling back down : he brought his hands to his head, trying to- to what ? Hold his head, supposedly. Massage his temples. Contemplate his misery. What was left to do after all ? They were all gone by now, flying away or dying or whatever, if any of this was even real.

Maybe he was dying, or hallucinating, or dreaming. Oh, maybe all of this had just been a- a fear-induced nightmare after that one stupid lab incident. Maybe none of it had been real. Who could say ? It sounded crazy after all, to have one man successfully level the city just because he had the spite to try to do so.

He heard a crunching sound, and it took him a few seconds to locate its origin, raise his head, focus on it enough to see clearly what had caused it : when he did however, he saw Claire standing in front of him.

She looked serious, upset- concerned maybe ? She looked like a million things, but real wasn't one of them. Of course it wasn't. If Claire was ever here, she would have left with the professor. She wouldn't have stayed or- or come back for him. She hated him for using Dimitri, or something.

"Wha- What's going on ?" He asked, because even though this was an hallucination, he would actually really like an answer to this question.

She took a step closer. "You're hurt," she said as if she was just assessing the situation. "I think you may be concussed."

"...Oh," he simply said. That actually did explain the hallucinations and the pain. "What- what about you ?"

He saw her perplexed face as she looked for an answer, at least he thought she was perplexed, he wasn't sure anymore- and then everything went sideway.

Claire yelled as she caught Clive right before he plummeted to the ground : she herself hit the floor and hissed in pain. To say she saw white wouldn't be a lie, as her unstable body lit up with the shock of it, quite literally glowing.

Clive was so out of it that he didn't even react to any of that.

"This- is an hallucination," he said matter-of-factly, ignoring how Claire rose an eyebrow in surprise. "Am I dying ?"

She gently placed him on the ground, turning to look out of the window. No sign of Hershel yet. Good- then she had time to fix whatever was wrong with him and her.

"I don't think you are. These injuries shouldn't be fatal : at worst, you may feel great pain and dizziness." She explained patiently.

"And the hallucinations ?"

"No hallucinations."

"You're glowing," he snapped back.

Claire almost answered with the truth, but stopped herself. She... wasn't sure that this was the concussion talking. Did he know about her situation ? She couldn't remember him ever witnessing this before.

Maybe it was better to just... not tell him. Especially in that state. "Alright, I am an angel who came down on Earth to save you."

For someone meeting an angel, Clive's reaction was really underwhelming. "I think you're still a bit too high up. London is down there and people might need you more than I do."

"These people need the hospital. You need guidance and a slap on the back of your stupid head."

He narrowed his eyes. "Guidance ? I think it may be a bit late for that."

"It's never too late to start over. The energy and ideas- and quite frankly money, you put in this plan could be used to do so much good instead !" She said, honestly a bit frustrated. Why was she always surrounded by hypocritical men who only cared about themselves ?

Except that she saw him consider it, his unfocused eyes staring up at the ceiling. Or maybe this was the concussion.

"I am just going to jail," he finally said.

"You can still do plenty while in jail."

His gaze moved from the ceiling to the window, carefully avoiding eye contact with her : she had a feeling she was glowing a bit too brightly for his eyes right now. "Maybe I've done enough." He said.

Ah, he was being difficult. "Well, I think you should do all that you can to right your wrongs. And if you can't do much, then maybe doing what little you can do is good enough in your case." She wasn't talking to him anymore. She- she just wished she had more time. She hoped she had used it wisely, at least. She hoped she had made a change, meant something, before it was too late.

He chuckled slightly. "You know, I'm starting to believe that maybe you're really an angel."

It was pleasant talking to him when he was being calm and reasonable like that. It was such a shame that he never cared enough to make this effort, instead behaving like an insufferable child. "Don't expect me to fly us out of here," she joked.

He only hummed. "Constance would always make that joke."

Const- ah. Hershel had talked about Constance Dove, Clive's caretaker.

She didn't want to think too much about his childhood. "She seemed like a fun lady," she simply said, hoping he wouldn't talk about things she couldn't change.

He didn't. "A dove would be too on the nose," and with that nonsense he closed his eyes. Claire immediately showed concern, because she was no longer glowing so it couldn't be the light bothering him.

She should get him out of there, and fast.

When she turned around, she was relieved to see the Laytonmobile appearing in the distance.

[popcornoncemore]

Feuilly, how do you do it? I can't work a nine hour shift without getting suicidal at the end and I work part time

[striptile]

The only thing the french were right about is crêpes and maybe also bisexuality

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

I sit there, behind my desk. Thinking it’s all over. For now, at least. No, I’m not even thinking about it. Just watching, watching the movie. It’s happy, it’s sweet.

The mother grabs her daughter’s wrist. I freeze.

The mother raises her voice. I stare blankly.

The mother throws the daughter’s clothes at her and pulls her up harshly by the wrist. I blink and try to breathe.

The mother drags her daughter down the stairs. Suddenly violent, violent, when did this happen, how, what, why, I should have been warned but how could I have been, I had no idea this would happen, why am I reacting like this? I know why I am reacting like this. I just never expected it to happen.

Panic hits with full force. No one sees the way my knuckles whiten around the edge of the chair I’m sitting on. No one sees my breathing intensify and my eyes watering.

The daughter breaks something. I almost close my eyes, waiting for the punch to hit her across the face, waiting for the mother to wrestle her daughter to the floor and hit her, over and over and over until she’s screaming and begging and sobbing. It doesn’t happen. The mother cries silently, the daughter begs for forgiveness over and over.

I recognise it all, as well. But the punches never came. Why no punishment? Why no more suffering? Why did it end so quickly?

Why is my life so fucked up? Why can’t I breathe why can’t I breathe why can’t I breathe why can I breathe why can’t I breathe why can’t I breathe