#les sons

[cheminer-poesie-cressant]

tintement

le dernier son a le privilège d’ouvrir une limite qui n’en a pas ; une brèche qui transforme le silence en une simple étape de plus ; les sons tranchent, percent, traversent mais en réalité ils reforment simplement le silence à être silence

© Pierre Cressant

(vendredi 19 mai 2023)

[kachmedcom]

la puissance des sons pour votre bien-être

Saviez-vous que la science redécouvre le savoir des Anciens : le son peut créer et organiser la matière, et peut même avoir un effet positif sur notre corps en faisant danser les molécules et les atomes. Cette danse peut conduire à un bien-être profond et

la puissance des sons pour votre bien-êtreEn tant qu’êtres humains, nous sommes constamment à la recherche de moyens pour améliorer notre qualité de vie, tant sur le plan physique que mental.Mais qu’en est-il des aspects moins visibles de notre existence, des éléments que nous ne pouvons ni voir ni toucher, mais qui ont un impact significatif sur notre bien-être ?Les neurosciences apportent de…

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[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[hedgehog-moss]

Soir de mai 🌸

[virgothozul]

My new pants won’t fit. my calves are.. too big ?? Idk. it’s weird. and very disappointing. Phoenix will be pantless today too.

[etinfernum]

I love them so much

[secretmellowblog]

One super funny thing about the French Rev (that Victor Hugo even references in Les Mis) is the way it altered naming conventions, resulting in tons of WILD amazing ridiculous names!

Basically what happened was— during the French Rev the laws around registering names were relaxed, so people started giving extremely revolutionary names to themselves and their babies.

Sadly Napoleon’s government later cracked down on this. When Napoleon came into power he passed a restrictive law mandating that people had to choose among a list of “normal” names, banning the weird revolution ones, because he was a spineless coward afraid of the power these names had. The restrictive naming laws weren’t repealed until late in the 20th century.

But anyway here are some of my favorite French Rev baby names (taken from this list):

Mort Aux Aristocrates -“Death to Aristocrats”

Amour Sacré de la Patrie l’an Trois -“Sacred Love of the Fatherland Year III”

Lagrenade —“The Grenade”

Droit de l’Homme Tricolor “Right of Man Tricolor”

Égalité — “Equality”

Régénérée Vigueur— “Regenerated Strength”

Marat, ami du peuple -“Marat, friend of the people”

Marat, défenseur de la Patrie—“Marat, defender of the Fatherland”

La Loi-“The Law”

Philippe Thomas Ve de bon coeur pour la République — “Philippe Thomas ‘Go with a good heart for the Republic’”

Raison —“Reason”

Simon Liberté ou la Mort —“Simon “Freedom or Death””

Citoyen Français—“French Citizen”

Sans Crainte— “Without Fear”

Unitée Impérissable— “Imperishable Unity”

Victoire Fédérative— “Federal Victory”

Vengeur Constant —“Constant Avenger”

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James Hook, his eyes gleaming with a wicked light, takes a swig of rum. "Well, well. Look whit we hae 'ere, fellas. A pretty boy." Morgie and Hades surrounded Princeton Rose.

Princeton eyed the three vks. "Back off."

Hades' eyes flash with dark amusement at Princeton's boldness. "Or what, little prince? You'll summon your fairy godmother to save you from a little attention?" He steps closer, his leather jacket creaking, and Morgie follows suit, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, what's wrong, little prince? Scared of us?" His eyes flashed like a serpent's.

"I'm not scared of you three. I wanna know what Uliana's planning to do to Bridget as revenge for the flamingo cupcakes. Tell me." Princeton demanded.

Morgie lets out a low whistle, impressed by Princeton's bravery, while Hook's expression darkens, his hook glinting in the light. "You think you're clever, don't you, prince? But Uliana's plans are none of your concern."

"It was an accident. Bridget warned Uliana not to eat the feathers on the cupcakes. You can't punish her for that."

Hades smirks, his eyes raking over Princeton's form in a slow, possessive sweep. "Accidents have consequences, little prince. And if Uliana wants to make an example of Bridget, that's her prerogative." The three young villains got closer to Aurora's son. He didn't bat an eye. "I'm not gonna let you hurt an innocent girl. She doesn't deserve to be punished for being nice."

Morgie chuckles, eyes glinting with amusement as he leans in close, speaking low in Princeton's ear. "Oh, Princeton. So naive. But that's what makes you so charming."

"Whit dae ye say, fellas? We teach him a lesson?" Hook smirks menacingly. Hades' hand shoots out, grabbing Princeton by the throat, lifting him off his feet as he sneers into the prince's face. "A lesson, you say? Indeed, we shall teach this foolish prince a lesson he won't soon forget."

Princeton struggles against hades. Mal's dad was—is a real jerk. He knows he can't beat a god, so this is gonna suck for him. He kicks Hades in the stomach, causing the God of the Underworld to let him go and hunch over. Morgie's eyes flash with annoyance as he steps forward, his hands crackling with dark energy. "You shouldn't have done that, Princeton." He hisses, raising his hand to cast a spell.

Princeton gets up quickly and runs away from the three vks. Hook's laughter echoes through the hall as he watches Princeton flee. "Th' wee prince thinks he kin outrun us?" He turns to Hades and Morgie with a wicked grin. "Let's give em a chase, boys. It's been a dull afternoon."

They run after Princeton.

[chepib3]

dick n bruce during the spyral arc

[cheminer-poesie-cressant]

les sons ont pris leur revanche sur la lumière éclatante ; naissants, ils se sont élevés jusqu’à son point d’aboutissement ; et la rose ensoleillée est devenue sonore comme un clocher de pétales ; midi a semé ses croyances dans les esprits

© Pierre Cressant

(dimanche 4 septembre 2022)

[moonyjulian]

In my head I always picture Valjean with brown eyes and Javert with blue eyes.

For Valjean it's because brown is a warm color that I associate with earth and home and it fits his character so well.

And for Javert because I can't stop thinking about this post

[chanrizard]

W KOREA Behind the Scenes | Felix

[harpywitharobot]

Oh

[trashlord-watson]

LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO CAST

[ne-cocoa]

First date + kissies o3o