#bonne position

[mosaique-sante]

Vous passez votre journée devant votre ordinateur ?

Faites-vous attention aux mauvaises positions et aux gestes répétitifs favorisants les troubles musculo-squelettiques ?

📕 Dans ce cahier, Keren Darmon Constantini, ostéopathe D.O, nous aide à en finir avec nos douleurs au bureau, en nous conseillant sur l’aménagement de votre poste de travail, mais aussi en nous proposant une série de mouvements à réaliser pendant nos pauses quotidiennes, ainsi que des séances de renforcement musculaire hebdomadaires.

→ Faites des pauses !

"Des pauses régulières sont en effet une nécessité pour pouvoir récupérer des contraintes induites par des gestes répétitifs et par une posture statique prolongée."

→ Et de l’activité physique !

"L’inactivité musculaire est aussi un facteur aggravant des TMS (troubles musculo-squelettiques). En effet, les muscles n’étant pas activés, ils perdent leurs capacités fonctionnelles, et de fait, ne sont plus capables de stabiliser les articulations : il en résulte douleur et instabilité articulaire."

📕 Véritable guide visuel des bonnes postures à adopter, il propose 60 exercices illustrés, rapides et simples à mettre en œuvre, pour prévenir ou faire disparaître tensions et douleurs.

Automassages (points triggers), étirements, assouplissements, renforcement musculaire… À chaque problème sa solution concrète, expliquée pas à pas et en images.

Au bureau comme en télétravail, adoptez les bons réflexes et intégrez-les à votre routine quotidienne, pour retrouver le bien-être et le relâchement du corps et de l’esprit !

🖥 Fini la sédentarité devant nos écrans !

Adieu mal de dos, tendinites, torticolis, contractures, fatigue visuelle…

À feuilleter ou acheter sur notre site : https://www.mosaique-sante.com/les-cahiers/234-mon-cahier-des-bonnes-positions-au-bureau-et-en-teletravail

[lohquotes]

Joyeuse "Thanksgiving" (États-Unis)

Happy Thanksgiving

https://loh-affirmations.blogspot.com/2023/11/mon-affirmation-du-23-novembre-2023-my.html

[origami-mama]

L'astuce MECONNUE pour définir et ENFIN appliquer ses bonnes résolutions

Marre de ne jamais tenir tes bonnes résolutions ? 😡 Tu aimerais faire plein de choses mais tu ne trouves jamais le temps ? C'est NORMAL car il y a une étape que tu ne fais pas ! 😲 Découvre ici laquelle 👇

Ça y est, Noël et Nouvel An sont passés, et chaque nouvelle année s’accompagne de nouveaux souhaits, de nouvelles envies, de nouveaux départs. C’est l’instant où nous voulons faire table rase de nos mauvaises habitudes. C’est donc le moment idéal pour prendre de bonnes résolutions pour l’année à venir ! Toutefois, un grand nombre d’entre nous n’arrive pas à tenir ses engagements envers soi-même…

[psycho-plume]

Transformer les résolutions en réalités : Techniques de visualisation créative et scénarisée

Pour moi, le passage à la nouvelle année est presque un jeu. C’est le moment de faire le point sur l’année écoulée et de réfléchir à quelques bonnes résolutions. Une sorte de bilan annuel vertueux : voilà ce que j’ai accompli, voilà ce que j’aspire à réaliser dans les mois à venir. Mais nous savons tous qu’il est difficile de tenir ces engagements pris à soi-même dans l’élan des fêtes de fin…

[eric-phare]

Eid Mawlid Mubarak Bonne fete du Mouled a toutes et à tous Amités Eric

[gardeniahungma]

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[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING FULL !!! PIERRE G. X FEM!READER X CHARLES L. (18+)

summary: it was almost like she had her personal devil and angel.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, pwp, themes of polyamory, threesome, double penetration, standing position, creampie, names (whore/angel/baby) with consent, can’t write for shit sorry, brief mentions of marking

note: how is it that i can write a smut but not my paper? idk either. enjoy xx

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these were supposed to be her “friends”. 

so how did she end up like this; sandwiched between these french speaking bastards and being carried by pierre like a toy meant to be played with? 

she wasn’t sure— all she knew was that her tits were splayed out in the open while her holes were filled with their cocks, her tongue tangling with charles’ before she leans back to make out with pierre, who continued fucking her from behind with his arms scooping up her legs as they spread wide open for him and the ferrari driver. 

“so beautiful, mon ange,” charles murmured, watching her moan beautifully as she tried to keep her arms around his neck, bouncing up and down the two cocks as she cried about how stuffed she felt.

“you look so pretty like this— so fucked out by me and pierre.” he reached up to wipe the tears away from her face and licked his thumb clean. “doin’ so good for us.” 

pierre chuckled from behind, his girth stretching her hole wide as he slapped her ass. she let out a squeak, the clenching of her walls making charles and pierre moan incoherently as pierre gritted his teeth in pleasure, “tu es une si bonne petite pute, bébé.” you are such a good little whore, baby. 

she let out an inaudible moan as she sunk deeper to their cocks, feeling them as they stuffed her full. the only thing stopping them from rubbing up against each other was a tiny wall that had her asking for more. 

but this never stopped pierre’s filthy words from slipping out of his mouth, his arm continuing to snake under her legs to rub on her clit— watching her writhe over the two of them as he grinned darkly, “you like this huh? being shared between the two of us?” he tutted quietly, “do you want to be shared with other men, too, bébé?” 

“n- no,” she sobbed, tears now flowing out of her eyes as the two of them thrusted up at her. “only wan’ you and charles, pierre. only want your cocks…” 

“what else do you want, mon ange?” charles, god fucking love his soul, spoke so sweetly at her as if she hadn’t just been called a good whore by pierre. 

it was like she had her own devil and angel. except from their cocks were spearing inside her like there is no tomorrow. 

“yeah, tell charles what you want, mon bébé,” pierre laughed mockingly as her body convulsed above the two, their thighs flexing as they both kept her strained in one place. 

they both stood there with their thick cocks resting inside her holes snugly, reaching their climax as much as she was while she babbled— already too dumbfounded by the way their bodies handled hers like she weighed nothing.

“wanna— fuck, i-“ she sobbed again, wanting to reach out to kiss pierre behind her only to have him pulling away while he demanded for her to speak about her wants. she babbled, “i wanna cum so bad~ please, pierre- charles. please pleaseeee~” 

charles, who gave open mouthed kisses on her nipples and marked her tits purple, pulled her chin down to give her a sweet kiss, fucking up into her cunt while he reached his high. 

pierre continued to groan aloud and grit his teeth, his cock being clenched tightly by her walls as he began thrusting his hips up roughly. “fuck, fuck, fuck— good fucking whore, baby, keep clenching around me like that-“ 

“i- ngh~ hah~ fuuuuck~ i’m cummin’, cumming~ i can’~” 

“doin’ so good f’me, mon amour,” charles moaned out.

“so, fuck- full,” she mumbled, her voice turning into a high pitched scream as she reached her orgasm, her toes curling as she clenched around the two cocks inside her. 

“fuck!” pierre swore aloud, coating her walls white with his cum as he twitched inside her.

“putain!” charles muttered, his hips thrusting up as he came inside her cunt.

both men, with their orgasms dying down, laid her to the bed gently as they both watched her body limp down to the mattress. they both stared in amazement— liquids escaping her fucked out holes as she tiredly squirmed in her place, eager to hold them close.

“such a beautiful girl we have,” charles gestured towards the woman as pierre nodded.

“pretty little woman,” pierre chuckled proudly, patting charles on the chest before he climbed up the bed to snuggle with the girl. “looking so beautiful with our cums in your holes, ma cherie.” 

“so full,” she mumbled with a sweet smile. 

“yes, that’s right,” charles joined the two in the bed, wrapping his arm around her waist as his fingers made unidentifiable shapes and traces over her stomach. “stuffing you full. anything for our girl.” 

[bluessmutifyplaylist]

....... You are about to REGRET opening up request because I am ungodly horny (at all times).

Can I get Ruggie and Rook sharing a GN AFAB reader as their "prey". Lowkey devouring and leaving an obscene amount of marks.

Rook is running the show.... And his mouth.... and Rugs is just happy to put his own mouth to use. Tail wagging. Reader overstimulated and whimpering, but happy to "feed" her boys.

(I apologize for my atrocities. Have fun with this prompt lol.)

I asked for it lol

Warnings: Oral (Rook and Reader receiving), voyeurism (on Rook’s part), Rook is dominant, Ruggie and Reader are subs, Reader has a vagina but uses gender-neutral pronouns, brink of penetration

Ruggie Bucchi & Rook Hunt

You don’t remember how you got here. To be fair, you don’t remember much of anything. You were overstimulated beyond belief. However, your moans were muffled because you were gagging on a certain hunter’s dick. You couldn’t squirm much either because a certain hyena kept your hips still as he moaned into your cunt.

Well, if we roll back the tapes, Rook has always been a bit of a voyeur. He loves stalking people, so he was bound to see you and Ruggie having a rather passionate moment. However, you broke away when you asked if he could dominate you this time.

Unfortunately, it is not in a male hyena’s nature to be dominant. He was hesitant, and he was embarrassed that it wasn’t good enough. You pet his ears as you told him that it was alright, which gave the hunter an idea: what if he joined you both? That way you both could be satisfied in a ménage à trois.

When he asked you both, you were totally freaked out that he was spying on you both. But, the idea intrigued you two, and you talked about it. Ruggie agreed to it, and that’s how you ended up in this situation.

You hadn’t even been properly fucked yet, but you were already losing your mind. Now, you would be whimpering and moaning, begging for more, but because you were choking on Rook’s cock. Ruggie was in between your legs, face covered in your juices, tail wagging as he had one hand wrapped around your thigh to keep you still and one hand in his pants jerking himself off.

Eventually, Rook stilled with a groan, and you felt him cumming in your mouth. You would have to thank Vil for making the entire dorm go on a healthy diet, as it really made the Vice Housewarden’s cum taste good… Second thought, maybe you shouldn’t thank Vil.

“Who knew the trickster was so good at listening? They even swallowed without my having to tell them to! And Le Monsieur Dent-de-Lion! I could feel them trying to moan because of the pleasure you were giving them!” You were so confused on how this man was not panting from how hard he was thrusting into your mouth. Your jaw was sore.

“You should be down here next, Rook. They taste like heaven on Earth~” Ruggie snickered, wiping his mouth on his arm.

“I believe I should! Bonne idée!” He exclaimed. However, instead of getting in position to eat you out, he lined his cock up with your entrance. You looked to Ruggie to see if he had any issues with it, but he was already leaning his head back in pleasure as he stroked his own dick at an agonizing pace, waiting for you two to begin.

[reotheworld]

Hi if it's possible can you write please something with Michael Kaiser who has a love-hate relationship with a friend who accompanies Noël Noa to the blue lock, (I would like to see the character be able to say words in French without Kaiser does not understand them while Noa does and is exasperated)

talk's cheap

❝ but i like the way she's talking to me ❞

➜ fem!reader who is a friend and assistant to noel noa is also in a love hate relationship with michael kaiser

➜ fem!reader

sugar level: 0% | suggestive dialogue; translations are provided at the bottom of the oneshot

you didn't exactly know how and when it happened, but not you bothered to know when and what time did it occur, but the moment you see michael kaiser as you accompany your good friend noel noa inside the blue soccer jail, things that you deem normal, will never not be normal.

"you look lovely today." he says, bending down a little forward as he peers into your face.

painting your red lips a sweet smile, you turn your head to face him, eyes meeting his. "don't i always look lovely?"

it wasn't in a good or bad way, but there is something about him that has you seething and keeping you on your toes. he makes you seethe him and keep you up on your toes around him.

"are my eyes deceiving me? or is that a smile i see?" he asks, raising a hand in an attempt to cup your cheek and thumb to swipe on your lower lip.

kaiser's attempt falls short when you craned your head back forward. "you tell me." you responded, walking away without saying anything else to him.

and this isn't exactly the first time it's happening. for others, yes this their first time seeing you and kaiser display your confusing relationship, but those who are used to it, thinks it's just a normal occurrence.

but for noel noa's case, hearing your responses were, to say the least, striking.

"pour un homme, il a un toucher agréable." you lean to whisper into noel's ear, eyes trained on kaiser's figure on the pitch.

"how about that, princess?" kaiser asks, grinning after scoring a goal. "how'd i do?"

creating a face, you hum before crossing your fingers into an X.

"il a essayé de la prendre par derrière mais il s’est arrêté. il va falloir accélérer le rythme un peu. bonne pénétration!"

hearing your response made noel almost spat out his drink whereas kaiser's eyes widened in surprise, a small tint of pink splotching across his cheeks.

now how on earth is he supposed to counter to that? he didn't understood a single word what you've just responded to him, but glancing at noel's facial reaction, he could only guess that what you just told him.

"hm, if you were to pick to play any position you want to play as in a soccer game, what would you pick and why?" kaiser asks, one night as the whole team went out for dinner.

sitting besides him with noel on your side, you decide to be honest and let's say, humorous.

"if i were to pick a position...i'd say goalkeeper." you say, giving him a tight lipped smile with a nod of your head.

"goalkeeper?" kaiser repeats, not quite expecting that from you. "pray tell, why to be a goalkeeper?"

you tilt your head to the side, eyes gleaming at him. "les femmes seront les meilleures gardiennes de but, car peut importe à quel point elles ouvrent grand, les boules ne peuvent jamais entrer."

hearing your response made noel wipe the corners of his mouth with a clean napkin, hands reaching out to snatch the bottle of wine away from your hands.

"seems you've had too much already." he tells you.

"but it's only my second!"

"kaiser, you should try the macarons!" ness amuses, smiling with his eyes closed and cheeks stuffed full of the sweet treat. "i especially like the lemon flavored ones!"

still not understanding a single word you've spoke to him, kaiser decides to get back at you when you least expect.

—

pour un homme, il a un toucher agréable - for a man, he's got a lovely touch. il a essayé de la prendre par derrière mais il s’est arrêté. il va falloir accélérer le rythme un peu. bonne pénétration! - tried hitting from behind but he stopped. going to need to pick up the pace a bit. great penetration!

les femmes seront les meilleures gardiennes de but, car peut importe à quel point elles ouvrent grand, les boules ne peuvent jamais entrer - women will be the best goalkeepers because no matter how wide they open the balls can never go in.

[er1chartmann]

Walter Schellenberg

These are some facts and curiosities about Walter Schellenberg, the deputy head of the Gestapo:

He was born in Saarbrücken on 16 January 1910 but his family moved with his family to Luxembourg when the French occupation of the Saar Basin after the First World War triggered an economic crisis in the Weimar Republic.

 He returned to Germany to attend university, first at the University of Marburg and then, in 1929, at the University of Bonn. He initially studied medicine, but soon switched to law.

He joined the SS in 1933.

He was recruited in the SD through 2 professors ( he gave an anti catholic speech which aroused Heydrich's interest )

In November 1939 Schellenberg played a key role in the Venlo Incident, which ended with the capture of two British espionage agents and was awarded the Iron Cross for this.

In 1940 he was responsible for drawing up a list of 2,300 British personalities who were to be arrested as soon as Germany occupied Great Britain; he was also involved in many other espionage activities, among which the Kitty Salon activity was very successful.

In March 1942, Heinz Jost was fired from his position as RSHA Chief of Amt VI, SD-Ausland (SD foreign intelligence). In his place, Schellenberg was appointed chief of SD-Ausland by Heydrich

According to his memoirs, Schellenberg had been a friend of Wilhelm Canaris, the head of the Abwehr (military intelligence).

In the last months of the conflict Schellenberg tried to persuade Himmler to reach a separate peace with the Western Allies by exploiting the mediation of Count Folke Bernadotte, whom he himself met personally in Stockholm in April 1945.

He was captured in Denmark in June 1945 while working on an attempt to make a separate peace with the Americans.

During the postwar Nuremberg Trials, Schellenberg testified against other Nazis. In the 1949 Ministries Trial he was sentenced to six years' imprisonment, during which time he wrote his memoirs, The Labyrinth.

He died of cancer in 1952 in Turin, Italy.

During the German occupation of Paris, Schellenberg was believed to have been a lover of Coco Chanel, who paid for the cost of his funeral when he died penniless.

Sources:

Wikipedia: Walter Schellenberg

Military Wiki: Walter Schellenberg

❗❗I DON'T SUPPORT NAZISM,FASCISM OR ZIONISM IN ANY WAY, THIS IS AN EDUCATIONAL POST❗❗

[kilfeur]

Vous savez Aurora me fait penser à Armand lors des toutes premières saisons. Je veux dire son seul acte de gentillesse a été de de dissuader son père d'arrêter sa soeur. Mais mise à part ça, il était assez arrogant provoquant Tristepin (bien que la première fois c'est le rouquin qui l'avait provoqué mais Armand n'est pas innocent pour autant). Tout comme Aurora, Armand est resté dans son royaume et ça lui a pas permit d'évoluer et en soit c'était réaliste ! Ou bien le fait qu'il était trop sûr de lui avec son père concernant l'invasion de Nox, se faisant avoir en beauté ! Voir même quand il se moquait de Tristepin quand ce dernier avait prit conscience de son statut de dieu. Mais ce qui le différencie d'Aurora, c'est son père, il l'aimait tout autant qu'Amalia. Or même moi, je pouvais voir que même son père semblait aussi plus favoriser sa fille que lui. Ce qui expliquerait justement la relation compliqué entre les deux frangins et le fait qu'il voulait justement prouver sa valeur aux yeux de son paternel.

Ce n'est qu'une fois, qu'il est mort, qu'il a eu sa révélation, qu'il s'est rendu compte qu'il pouvait plus se mentir à lui même. Se montrant enfin honnête avec Amalia permettant enfin leur relation guérir petit à petit. Malheureusement, les bonnes choses durent jamais longtemps alors qu'Armand se sacrifie pour sauver son royaume le confiant à sa soeur. Montrant qu'à la toute fin, il avait confiance en elle pour gérer la suite ! D'ailleurs même sa mort debout contre le monstre des Nécromes. Ça m'a fait penser à la mort de Barbe Blanche dans One Piece qui était lui aussi resté debout !

D'une certaine manière, l'histoire se répète sauf que contrairement Armand, Aurora ne va pas évoluer positivement !

You know, Aurora reminds me of Armand in the very first seasons. I mean, his only act of kindness was to dissuade his father from arresting his sister, allowing her to go on an adventure. But apart from that, he was pretty arrogant, provoking Tristepin (although the first time it was the redhead who provoked him, but Armand is no innocent). Like Aurora, Armand stayed in his kingdom and that didn't allow him to evolve, which was realistic! Or the fact that he was too sure of himself with his father concerning the Nox invasion, and got screwed in the end! Or even when he mocked Tristepin when the latter became aware of his godlike status. But what set him apart from Aurora was his father, who he loved just as much as Amalia. But even I could see that her father seemed to favor his daughter more than him. This would explain the complicated relationship between the two siblings and the fact that he wanted to prove his worth to his father.

It was only when he died that he had his epiphany, that he realized he could no longer lie to himself. Being finally honest with Amalia allowed their relationship to heal little by little. Unfortunately, good things never last long, as Armand sacrifices himself to save his kingdom, entrusting it to his sister. Showing that, in the end, he trusted her to take care of the rest! Indeed, even his death standing up to the Necrome monster. It reminded me of the death of Whitebeard in One Piece, who also stayed on his feet!

In a way, history is repeating itself, except that unlike Armand, Aurora isn't going to evolve positively!

[lohquotes]

*** Profite de ton dimanche - Enjoy your Sunday ***

https://loh-affirmations.blogspot.com/2023/10/mon-affirmation-du-dimanche-8-octobre.html

[blueangelcakes]

Hi :)! How are you ? I hope you're well ! I was wondering if I could request a headcanon or one shots? Or just a request actually lol.Would it be a headcanon or a one shot (which would be whatever you prefer but what do you care about a headcanon I think?) on Soukoku with a reader who would be like Ai Hoshino in the port mafia? The reader would have known each of them since approximately when they both entered the mafia and would have entered into it themselves after the mafia took them in. And the more Dazai and Chuuya know the reader the more they appreciate her but romantically despite the fact that she has never loved and that she is not sure of loving someone one day, especially since she noticed that Dazai and Chuuya loved him.And if you don't mind, add the reader's death like Ai's but with one of her subordinates stabbing her because he was sure she was lying when she said she liked her subordinates and that she would do its best to suffer as few losses as possible during the missions but there were a lot of them? And therefore replace Ruby and Aqua with Dazai and Chuuya when she dies?Sorry I wrote a paragraph, I didn't think I would write so much for a simple request - But sorry! Especially since I find that I asked A LOT instead of just asking for something simple🤦‍♀️ especially with the death of the reader (I cried so much when Ai died that my father thought I was crazy I think) Besides, if you are not comfortable with writing his death, don't do it. I wrote the reader's gender as female in the request but if you prefer you can make it gender neutral.And if you don't want to write the request or anything, don't do it and if you want to do it, take all the time you need!

Je ne parle pas anglais, alors j'ai utilisé Google Translate (mon meilleur ami) pour écrire ceci, donc je suis vraiment très très désolé pour les erreurs.

Prenez soin de vous et passez une bonne journée/soirée (ou nuit mdr) !

(and once again I am so sorry for my big request which is also super long)

Warnings:death, bad grammar i dint seperate dazai and chuuya separately so it coukd be just one thing

My honest reaction to this was excitement cause I am obsessed with Soukoku and ai so this is an amazing request!

Dazai and Chuuya were close tho niether of them acknowledged this cause of how stubborn they both are.

So when you entered the mafia everything was diffrent to say the least, they both were on guard around you cause of your eyes and positivity dispite being in the mafia.

Chuuya wasn’t particularly rude but not kind toward you he was neutral.he was unnerved by your eyes, how could someone with such bright eyes be in the mafia? He never questioned it too much as to not stress himself out but over the course of I’d say about 1 year he’d let his guard down not fully,and slowly he fell in love.

Dazai on the other hand was acting like “himself’ cheerfully eccentric as he is most time but he never truly let his guard slip. He’s a causious person who has been proven time and time again to not trust after all.So even after 2 or even 3 year his guard wouldn’t fall nor would his mask but thats not to say he didnt also felt romantic feelings toward you.As you three got even closer the more they got concerned,you were and overly cheerful and bright person they belive that a star like you shouldn’t be in a place like the mafia.But you had your reasons so the just left it alone.Until,they noticed how your eyes never held an once of sincerity when you told your subordinates that you loved them. your eyes were bright but so full of lies and deceit with a hint of desperation a desperation to belive your own words it always confused them.

You’ve know that they love you, it’s painfully obvious though you would like to return the sentiment you can’t you’ve never felt love towards anyone your entire life and resorted to lying about your love in how that it some day comes true.

You’ve had your eyes on one of your subordinates who’s benn acting strange they were alsways glaring when you’re around Chuuya an dazai you’ve brushed it off thinking they will just go away but it never stop it was always constant stares and glares in your direction Chuuya and dazai noticed and kept an eye on him.

So it wasn’t a big surprise to you when you got stabbed and it wasn’t to them either they were there as you bled out profusely you held Chuuya in your arms as dazai just stood there hovering over you two a mix of saddness and numbness swirling in his eyes completely frozen in his stop as if he was rooted there.

Chuuya on the other hand was sobbing in your hold he was loosing yet another person he cares about it’s heartbreaking and he only stoped once he realized you were actully dead but even then he was still sad even more so than chuuya one might say.

As you slowly lost consciousness you lifted chuuyas head up and whispered to the both of them”i.. love you guys..” when The realization settelesd in that it wasnt a lie a look of slight surprise coverd you face”now i know …that wasnt a lie..”

Im really not sure if im satisfied with this fic or jot but ive been putting off posting it for too long

[bloggingboutburgers]

Hi, I know it's been a while but it's allo (autistic? unsure what tag to use) anon here again. I just wanted to say congratulations on the project! I showed it to my girlfriend and she was really happy, when it comes out we will definitely read it together. I am proud to see you doing new and exciting things, and I wish you nothing but the best in your future endeavors! You're doing amazing already and I look forward to seeing you continue on whatever path you want to take with your creative work :)

Sorry I didn't message again sooner, things in real life have been... a lot. I still try to check this blog when I can. Your art is still adorable, and I also wanted to say thank you for your comics about fandom and the stuff that people say to aro/ace people. As someone who is very invested in media analysis(TM) and fandoms, I have noticed some behaviour that is really weird and uncomfortable, and it's good to see other people speaking out about it.

Also, not to decenter your experience, but the comic about labels really hit home for me. When I first got diagnosed it explained so much about my struggles and why I felt the way I did. It was groundbreaking to understand that I wasn't just a broken person or full of character flaws, but that things like sensory issues were just part of being who I am. I don't know if you meant it this way, but I really love the yellow colour of the thought bubbles and the little flowers. I know some people say it's pathologizing or too restrictive to cling to labels so much, but it really is a relief to be given something that helps you understand yourself and feel so much less alone. I am glad you were able to find your identity and community. It's so cool that now you get to make those posts, and probably reach others!

I just wanted to pop in again and say I love your stuff, and it's so cool to see other people loving and engaging with it too. I hope you have a wonderful day/night, passe une bonne journée/nuit <3

P. S. I hope that's how you say it, I'm using google translate.

Heyyyy!!^^ Thank you so much for reaching out again and for all the encouragement and support! I hope you and your girlfriend are doing OK^^ And please don't apologize for not reaching out for a while, I'm happy whenever you do at all but it's very fair to have a lot going on otherwise! If anything I hope things are a bit easier now, so to speak.

Also don't worry about decentering my experience by sharing yours when you relate! I'm a big believer in intersectional discussion, I think people from marginalised groups could benefit a great deal from standing together to defend common interests, and if we can relate to each other's experiences in some way even just a little, although we know and acknowledge they're all different, I'm sure we can go a long way. So I sincerely appreciate you sharing, honestly!! (I'm also really grateful you liked the way I graphically conveyed it, that is a challenge in and of itself^^)

Again, thank you so much for all the positive feedback and support, and thanks for taking the time to add some French in as well, very kind of you^^

Hope you have a great day ahead!

[au-jardin-de-mon-coeur]

"Good Vibrations" - The Beach Boys : Cette chanson emblématique est un classique intemporel qui ne manque jamais de mettre de bonne humeur. Elle est parfaite pour commencer la journée sur une note positive et ensoleillée.

Je vous souhaite une journée remplie de positivité et de bonnes énergies où chaque instant vous permettent de mieux apprécier et partager chaque pépite de bonheur que nous offre la vie...

Et surtout, n'oublions pas de rester un peu déjantés pour garder le sourire tout au long de cette journée !

#au-jardin-de-mon-coeur

[kemetic-dreams]

1938 - PAULINE JOHNSON and FELICE BOUDREAUX, sisters, were once slaves on the plantation of Dermat Martine, near Opelousas, Louisiana. As their owners were French, they are more inclined to use a Creole patois than English.

"Us was both slaves on de old plantation close to Opelousas," Pauline began. As the elder of the two sisters she carried most of the conversation, although often referring to Felice before making positive statements.

"I was 12 year old when freedom come and Felice was 'bout six. Us belonged to Massa Dermat Martine and the missy's name Mimi. They raise us both in the house and they love us so they spoil us. I never will forget that. The little white chillen was younger than me, 'bout Felice's age. They sho' had pretty li'l curly black hair.

"Us didn't have hard time. Never even knowed hard time. That old massa, he what you call a good man.

"Us daddy was Renee and he work in the field. The old massa give him a mud and log house and a plot of ground for he own. The rain sho' never get in that log house, it so tight. The furniture was homemake, but my daddy make it good and stout.

"Us daddy he work de ground he own on Sunday and sold the things to buy us shoes to put on us feet and clothes. The white folks didn't give us clothes but they let him have all the money he made in his own plot to get them.

"Us mama name Marguerite and she a field hand, too, so us chillen growed up in the white folks house mostly. 'Fore Felice get big enough to leave I stay in the big house and take care of her.

"One day us papa fall sick in the bed, just 'fore freedom, and he kep' callin' for the priest. Old massa call the priest and just 'fore us papa die the priest marry him and my mama. 'fore dat they just married by the massa's word.

"Felice and me, us have two brothers what was born and die in slavery, and one sister still livin' in Bolivar now. Us three uncles, Bruno and Pophrey and Zaphrey, they goes to the war. Them three dies too young. The Yankees stole them and make them boys fight for them.

"I never done much work but wash the dishes. They wasn't poor people and they uses good dishes. The missy real particular 'bout us shinin' them dishes nice, and the silver spoons and knives, too.

"Them white people was good Christian people and they christen us both in the old brick Catholic church in Opelousas. They done torn it down now. Missy give me pretty dress to get christen in. My godmother, she Mileen Nesaseau, but I call her 'Miran'. My godfather called 'Paran.'

"On Sunday mornin' us fix our dress and hair and go up to the missy's looking-glass to see if us pretty enough go to church. Us goes to Mass every Sunday mornin' and church holiday, and when the cullud folks sick massa send for the priest same's for the white folks.

"We wears them things on the strings round the neck for the good of the heart. They's nutmeg.

"The plantation was a big, grand place and they have lots of orange trees. The slaves pick them oranges and pack then down on the barrel with la mosse (Spanish moss) to keep them. They was plenty pecans and figs, too.

"In slavery time most everybody round Opelousas talk Creole. That make the words hard to come sometime. Us both talk that better way than English.

"Durin' the war, it were a sight. Every mornin' Capt. Jenerette Bank and he men go a hoss-back drillin' in the pasture and then have drill on foot. A white lady take all us chillen to the drill ground every mornin'. Us take the lunch food in the basket and stay till they done drill out.

"I can sing for you the song they used to sing:

"O, de Yankee come to put de nigger free,

Says I, says I, pas bonne;

In eighteen-sixty-three,

De Yankee get out they gun and say,

Hurrah! Let's put on the ball.

"When war over none the slaves wants leave the plantation. My mama and us chillen stays on till old massa and missy dies, and then goes live on the old Repridim place for a time.

"Both us get marry in that Catholic church in Opelousas. As for me, it most too long ago to talk about. His name Alfred Johnson and he dead 12 years. Our youngest boy, John, go to the World War. Two my nephews die in that war and one nephew can't walk now from that war.

"Felice marry Joseph Boudreaux and when he die she come here to stay with me. There's more hard time now than in the old day for us, but I hope things get better.