#lepari

[gmartinezmolina]

#PerfumeríaNiza // #RG @marcelinojuarez HOTEL LE PARIS esta ubicado en la Avenida Bolívar Norte, por muchos años fue un punto de encuentro y alojamiento para muchos visitantes de la ciudad de Valencia. . En su Centro Comercial se recuerdan negocios como la Barbería La Adriática que posteriormente abrió una sucursal en el Centro Comercial Caribbean Plaza. . Luego de los trabajos del Metro de Valencia y la aparición de Hoteles más modernos, fue quedando en el olvido y deteriorándose hasta el dia de hoy en el que solo quedan vestigios de un pasado de tiempos agitados. . El Hotel Le Paris siempre será un ICONO DE MI CIUDAD. Marce.- #hotel #leparis #avenidabolivar #valencia #venezuela #carabobo #recuerdos #icono #dibujo #ilustracion #drawing #art #arte https://www.instagram.com/p/CoJjLrkOVzT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[saintnightshade]

Another batch of old ocs~

Pierrot and Harlequin -> I don’t remember anything about them but they were drawn a few times in some older sketchbooks

Strawberry Puddin’ -> MLP oc, I never watched it but my best friend did and she would tell me all about it and loved it so it made me wanna draw an oc ❤️

Lepari Carota -> Homestuck oc, pretty straightforward lol. I was obsessed with homestuck for a good while.

[phoenixinthefiles]

This is a comment about a character whose name is “LeParis”

Say whatever you want about Wattpad but the comments be hitting😭😭

[regionad]

Gorgeous statue in Paris. Monument for the American volunteers. Very little known and hard to find online, hence presenting here :) . . . #parislove #sculpture #americanvolontiers #volonteer #volonteers #american #americanfrance #parisamericanacademy #america #parisart #seeparis #visiteurope #volunteer #parisbuildings #parisstatues #parismonuments #parisattractions #parislandmarks #lepari #instagood #ww1 (at Paris, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChaZNO_Mc5I/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jondinna]

😎 #leparis #eurotrip (at Basilique du Sacré-Cœur de Montmartre) https://www.instagram.com/p/CieqFBjrmWbTGmo6vAKhGz5P72DTOT0smbHkkE0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mars777]

Piola el #Cafe #LeParis #Talca (en Café le París) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9C3q8XHgQm/?igshid=1x249mt4tlaa9

[somar78]

Citroën DS 19 Coupé Le Paris - 1960 by Perico001 Coachwork by Henri Chapron www.citrocollection.com 9 ex. Salon Rétromobile 2019 Paris Expo - Porte de Versailles Paris - France February 2019 https://flic.kr/p/QXAmJR

[shortieondawave]

J. Cole Short

08-19

Part 1 of ….

The darkness covers the skies as I punch the gas petal; a red plastic cup not inches away from me giving me the leisure to sip in peace whenever I feel the desperate need for the Royal Crown to consume me once more. My mother would probably have a temper tantrum knowing the amount of liquor I’ve downed in the night alone.

Thank goodness she lived her life and gone on to hopefully watch over mine; especially in times like these. If she’s doing the job everyone says; I won’t wreck this $145,000 R8 on the streets of 1-4, causing a scene and while giving the some of those here in Miami exactly what they want most; the angry-tempered man finally reaching the end of his chances. What most won’t admit is, I once built the same cliffs, bridges, and brought water to the rivers that I’ve burned, torn, and swam across to get to a better end. More importantly they won’t give life to the times I’ve held tightly to ones that meant the most to me before becoming Earth’s very own man-storm.  

No one remembers the good.

My stepfather preached that to me and my five siblings the entire fifteen years he spent in our world. I didn’t realize how serious he was until it was too late and I was faced with the truth that as long as you take care of those that are around; you can replace God himself and they’ll knell before you. But once you say no, even to the smallest task…you’re no longer the King you once were. You’re nothing more than a burden that’s holding them back, even when the truth is, you’re the reason they’ve gotten so far.

The timid sounds of J. Howell’s RedRoom entered into my thoughts are the memorized lyrics of “Faithful” surfaced into my mind. I slowly felt my lips moving, no words came out, but the lyrics of that song came so easily in my intoxicated state.

Please dont let it, don't let it go too far

Cause I don't wanna give up

Please don't make it, so hard……

Please don't let it, don't let it go too far.

My numb body is now gaining feeling as the words register, tears building in the corners of my eyes as if my vision isn’t blurred enough. Voices continue to tell me to pull over, allow my body time to rest and sober itself, take it slow. It’s no ordinary warning either; I can feel the nervous and emotional wave washing over my body as if it’d the final warning of life itself.

My left hand left the steering wheel, my leg taking its replacement as I managed to press the repeat button. I put my phone on shuffle over an hour ago just so I didn’t have to worry about picking and choosing anything myself. This is the first time the pick was something meaningful; thus far I been in a uncomfortable mood of random Kodak Black singles, T.I.’s classics, even some mixes of Jeezy, Nipsey, and Dave East. Nothing had been this sentimental.

Regardless of my state; I did make it home. The gates opening as my fumbling finger found the correct button after three minutes and five attempts. I didn’t park the car nearly as straight as I could; but that’ll be something for me to worry about tomorrow. Right now, finding the correct key for the front doors and relaxing in this crisp cool air is my only priority.

“You managed well,” The whispered tone stopped me, causing my blurred vision to leave the tangled keys in my hand and settle on the now wide-open door with a five-four figure standing in front of me.

I hated her voice right now and usually I’ll kill with my bear hands for the sound; it brought peace in a world of drama. Love how clam it is regardless of what she’s going through. I guess those college years working for 911 Dispatch paid off. Never is it sarcastic, never shouts at anyone, never belittling to the other person. It is just perfect for a man after a stressful day.

“I was wondering how well you’ll get home.” Mentally I heard myself respond; telling Nicole to go home firmly and continuing to step into the two story home, however managing to close one of the double wood doors behind me. I could tell from her facial that I was confusing her, the simple dismal never confronting her.

I said that the beauty was never rude or argued, not that her face didn’t say what her mouth wouldn’t.

“LeParis…you’re drunk. Rick and Chad called looking for you two hours ago saying you left the office upset. I called you well over a hundred times for sure. Plus, Chad called and I know he did because he came by and sat here for over an hour hoping you’ll show up.”

“Go home Nicole.” I heard it come out that time.

We all have been around each other since sometime in grade school; growing up here in Dade-County. Nicole was a 911 Dispatcher for the city after we graduated high school, turned registered nurse, and graduating from University of Miami along with myself and Chad in 2013. Within the last year and only four years on the job, she has land the position of Head Nurse at Holtz Children’s Hospital. And just from the looks of it she hadn’t made it home since getting off because her black scrub coat lay idle on my kitchen counter; matching her slacks and white button down shirt.

Interesting.

Whereas Nicole has always been a people-person, helping and healing as I like to call it; Chad and Rick were like my identical non-related, brothers. If they had truly been here earlier, I knew not to expect them here now. Not that there wasn’t any or even much concern, but we know each other well enough to know it’s not necessary to wait and neither is it uncommon for a man to take a drive and drink after a stressful day.  I’ve known Richard since we were in diapers; our mothers were best friends, also making him my god-brother. Chad moved down from Tallahassee, Florida when he was only eight, moving with his grandmother and enrolled into the same school that Rick and I attended. As the bad-ass that only seemed to need some tender-loving to control his anger, it wasn’t long before he was “like-able”. My late mother and Ms. Patricia showed him the way. My mother being a high-school school teacher and Ms. Patricia being a licensed therapist they tweaked out his anger and got him on track. He’s been adopted into Dr. Melvin Patterson’s family since middle school once his grandmother lost custody, a family that my mother has known since she started teaching.

We were all close; however never so close that the emergency key given for emergencies only should be used outside of such.

“You’re drunk LeParis, I’m not going nowhere. What’s the matter with you? Why would I leave the offices, if you’re intoxicated and for God’s sake you drove around for over two hours? Can you at least tell me why?”

“I can tell you to go home one more time before I put you out.”

My slumped body fell to the couch, the plush blanket falling over my torso as I finally laid down; my eyes hurt from the lights she had turned on and the nausea feeling was finally settling in.

Nicole was killing my drunkenness.

“Well…goodnight then. I’ll lock the door behind me.”

See? No fight, no loudness; not an inch of stubbornness lives in this girl.

 “I’m sure Ryan is home waiting on you anyways. You come running and waiting as if this is my first time getting drunk. I’m not a child. I think I can handle some liquor and a drive.”

“Well, Ryan knows I came here to check on you,”

“Nicole you said it yourself, you’ve been here for a few hours. That’s not checking on me. That’s waiting and I don’t’,”

“Okay, Paris, ok.” The voice cut me off, followed by a sigh of defeat.

“Be safe.” That was the last thing she said before I heard the sounds of heels hitting the marble floors and the closing of my door.

[gingerly-writing]

777 tag

tagged by the darling @igotablankpage to go the the seventh page, find the seven line, and then post seven sentences

Rare as they were, no other animals had been reported in the area, no lepari or pakaka to threaten the soldiers, which meant it had to be a teyran. 

There was only one rider in the world with a golden teyran. 

Soran reached out a hand and flashed signals as fast as he could. Enemy, bird, one. Nets, capture. He didn’t look back for a response, trusting in their training and already busy pulling out a weighted net to pass through Caizoral’s claws. They needed to act before they were spotted, their best advantages height and surprise.

thanks for the tag!! 💙

[bestiairecollectif-illustra-blog]

•🍹🖼🌼voilà l'invitation que j'ai illustrée avec @celiagaultier pour une exposition à laquelle je participe avec des créateurs et artistes. Rendez-vous le 15 mai sur la péniche #LeParis. @fabrik_et_moi 🖼🌼🍹• #savethedate #artoftheday #creative #madeinfrance #inspiration #artwork #paris #iggersparis #parisianlovers #illustration #creation #exposition #exhibition #summervibes #deco #illustrations #art #gallery #artlovers #artwork #mywork #artist #instaart #paint #sketchbook #drawing #painting #watercolor #gouache #illustrationart (à Bateau Le Paris... Quai Debilly)

[hiphopraisedmetheblog]

0OMB PEEZY REPORTEDLY ARRESTED IN CONNECTION TO RODDY RICCH & 42 DUGG VIDEO SET SHOOTING

0OMB PEEZY REPORTEDLY ARRESTED IN CONNECTION TO RODDY RICCH & 42 DUGG VIDEO SET SHOOTING

Prince Williams/Wireimage OMB PEEZY REPORTEDLY ARRESTED IN CONNECTION TO RODDY RICCH & 42 DUGG VIDEO SET SHOOTING ATLANTA, GA – Rapper OMB Peezy was arrested on Monday (March 1) and charged with aggravated assault with a deadly weapon and possession of a firearm during commission.null According to SayCheeseTV, police believe OMB — real name LeParis Dade — is tied to the shooting that took…

[jondinna]

#LeParis 🇫🇷 #eurotrip (en Le Paris Europe) https://www.instagram.com/p/CidthFGt2vO-EELvJc0-TfIUVXaux8vstkRcqU0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tagsfrance]

That busy Parisian-life got me like - ☕🤳🏼🇫🇷 • 📸@feedphotographers • #leparis #paris #parisian #parisgram #france_ph... https://ift.tt/2qbOZ5D https://fr.tags.world/

[gingerly-writing]

Wings at Dawn: 35k

welcome to my 35k round up post!

timeline: 14th-16th of July 2019 speed: ~2k, ~1.5k, ~2k scenes and chapters: finished ch9 and wrote through ch10! Soran is finally back home (unconscious, but home)! what’s up next: ch11, time for some reunions 😊

fave section: the nickname discussion most work needed: might need to rewrite the lepari scene to focus more on protecting Ram fave line(s): “Oh sure, next time a strange man kidnaps me hours before the dawn rises, I will be sure to remember bags and rations.” “Smartass.” “Dumbass.” Ram stuck his tongue out, and it took all of Soran’s dignity not to reciprocate. All these kidnappings were weakening his restraint.

I’m now roughly halfway through this book, and I might even come in under my wordcount goal!! plus I’ve realised I miiiiiiiight be able to pull off a full-ish nano this month, which is double my original 25k goal. overall I’m really happy with my progress so far this month, and I’m really hoping I can keep it up! see you all next time💙

[andressembini]

#parisgram #tbthursday #instaparis #arquitecture #leparis #instafollowers (en Ile-de-France, France)

[take-ya-pic-blog]

When in France...EAT crepes Banana, Chocolate, Nutella with Vanilla Ice Cream 😛 🇫🇷 #takeyapic #BraKerTravels #paris #leparis #crepes (at Le Petit-Paris, France)