#meeting Tina

[tina-aumont]

I finally met the great love of my life, the most accomplished, the most complete, the quintessence of all my amorous wanderings. It’s thanks to Tina Aumont, the daughter of illustrious Maria Montez. I was back in France after living in Miami for about seven years. My wife, Nicole, had arranged a home for me with her mother, Jeanne. It was temporary, at least for me. I was in a bad state. I had just narrowly saved my left leg and the treatment had taken over my savings. I had no idea what I was going to do or even what I wanted to do. The only positive point of my forced return to France was to be at home, in my country, in my hometown.

The only one who was delighted to welcome me was Tina who lived in social housing near Belleville. It was an indescribable mess, clothes everywhere, magazines, the sink always full of dirty dishes from several days and the bathroom difficult to use. I was supposed to clean at Grandma Jeanne's house, but ultimately it was at Tina's house. I went to see her every other day and sometimes I even slept on the sofa, after cleaning up. She was delighted, we shared our memories, I sang to her Bob Dylan which she loved and despite her emphysema, she seemed happy.

Tina has experienced all kinds of tragedy in her life, ups and downs like all of us but hers were very intense. The premature death of her illustrious mother when she was only five years old left her alone in the world. Her father Jean-Pierre was far too busy with his life, his career and later, his new love affair with Marisa Pavan who hated Tina and did everything to keep her away from her father. Then at just senventeen years old she married the worst man, Christian Marquant! It was he who plunged her into the world of drugs. This narcissistic man destroyed all chances for Tina to have a normal life. She became trapped, for lack of love and also to escape her family who had neglected her and left her floating in the wind. This emotional lack certainly favored the excesses to which she indulged throughout her life. Claude Olievenstein who founded the Marmottant hospital wrote in his book that he only knew one person with whom he could do nothing to get her out of the hell of addiction, Tina Aumont! I have seen her transform over the years in a dramatic way.

We were nine years apart and for me she was like a big sister. She came to see us and often spent the night with us, my mother and my two brothers. It was always a great joy for me, she always had a little something to give me, you know how children are, they love being given gifts. My mother loved her very much and did everything to make her life easier. And then, Tina always had stories to tell, her last shoot or the one that was to come. Tina was a tornado in our life, we didn't see each other much because she was always on the move but each visit left me exhilarated.

We lost touch, she was living in London with her horrible husband and her acting career was really starting to take off. We met again when she started her life with Frédéric Pardo, I was twelve years old. I remember coming to their apartment and singing Bob Dylan on Frédéric's guitar. I liked him, firstly because Tina liked him and then his sensitivity touched me. Then they left for Italy and I never saw Frédéric again.

So I found Tina when I returned from the United States. After all her glory days, her incredible trips, her excessive parties, and all that drugs. She had finally calmed down, she still smoked despite her emphysema and lived almost in poverty. The city had allocated her social housing and a pension, just enough to live on! Fortunately, we were able to offer her a few moments of joy, for example the New Year's Eve dinner in 2002. Blaise, Tina's last companion, brought her to the workshop where I lived with Nathalie. It was an excellent evening with all our friends, we sang, we danced and I think that for one evening she was happy.

***

Very touching moments in Tina's life explained by someone who was very close to her. I want to thank this person so much for sharing the memories lived with Tina, it's much appreciated. Merci beaucoup!!

[bey-life]

Beyoncé at the CÉCRED launch party!🤍

[afewproblems]

Season 2 Halloween AU Part Four

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

A very big thank you to @strangersteddierthings for chatting with me today and being such a great sounding board for the next update!

Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...

***

"So…I have to ask," Eddie blurts out, cutting through the awkward silence that has fallen between them, "how were you gonna pick up your car before you ran into me?"

"I don't think it counts as running into you, if you were waiting for me Munson," Steve side steps the question expertly, flashing him a strange smirk that seems out of place. It falls after a second and twists into something pained.

"I was hoping Nance would take me," Steve says eventually, his voice soft, "which was pretty stupid in hindsight, 'specially cuz she was counting on me to drive her this morning, which--"

Steve cuts himself, snapping his mouth shut with a harsh click of teeth, he shakes his head and lifts his hand to run roughly through his hair.

"Doesn't matter anymore".

Eddie holds his breath, feeling the conversation begin to shift. It's as though he's stepped onto a tightrope and any wrong move could potentially send him over the edge.

He settles for nodding once, turning the key in the ignition.

Steve sighs and lets himself fall back into his seat, "I know you know already, the whole fucking school does, Billy saw to that," Steve gestures to his face, "say what you really want to ask". 

Eddie's fingers tighten around the wheel as he turns them out of the parking lot, fighting the immediate urge to say, 'why did Miss Priss throw it all away?' 

"You think I believe the rumours that come out of that shithole?" Eddie lies, keeping his eyes on the road this time.

He can feel Steve's unimpressed stare as they continue down mainstreet.

"Right, so you had no clue I was in detention?"

Eddie chews the inside of his cheek to fight the sly grin that begins to creep over his face, "Alright smart ass".

He hazards another glance at Steve as they begin to hit the residential area, he looks so different from the night before.

His limbs are loose, tension free, if it weren't for the heavy bags under Steve's eyes and the nervous tap of his fingers on the passenger door, Eddie would think he was finally relaxed.

"I knew a fight definitely happened, it's Hargrove," Eddie says slowly, carefully weighing his words, "but I typically prefer to hear the whole sordid story from the source before I pass any judgements, ya know?" 

Steve doesn't say anything as they continue driving through residential  the houses getting progressively bigger as they go.

"Did you," Steve pauses and breathes out slowly before shaking his head and lifting his face to meet Eddie's gaze, "is that offer for something stronger still open?" 

Eddie smiles, "I think that can be arranged". 

***

Eddie pulls over beside Tina Cline's house, wincing as the right front tire rolls over the curb and bounces the van as it lands on the street once more, startling a snort out of Steve. 

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Harrington," Eddie huffs as Steve shoots him a grin.

"Didn't say a word," Steve hums, unbuckling himself from the seat. Eddie watches as he opens the door and hops out. For a moment Eddie worries Steve will pull the same disappearing act from last night but he simply stops beside his car door and motions for Eddie to roll down his window. 

Eddie cracks his door open instead, "window's broken, what?" 

Steve rolls his eyes, "whatever Munson, you know the way? It's north on 5th and--"

"Then two more rights, yeah man," Eddie says with a laugh in his voice, "I dropped you off remember?" 

"Fuck off," Steve huffs out, he's grinning though.

Steve swings the Beemer’s door open and slides in. He turns on the ignition and flinches at the loud burst of music from the stereo, the volume obviously set from the mood of the previous night. 

'I want to know what love is, I want you to show me--'

Steve slams his hand against the console, cutting off the song with a harsh crack. 

The van is parked just behind the Beemer so Eddie can't see Steve's face, but his head drops down onto the wheel for just the briefest moment before he slowly lifts it, turns on his signal and pulls away from the curb. 

***

Steve beats him to the house.

He's getting out of the car, which is parked on the long driveway as Eddie pulls up to the street. 

Eddie hops out of the van, hiking his backpack higher up on his shoulders, not bothering to lock it. Who would even want his shitty van among the BMWs and Mercedes parked down this street --hell, Eddie could have sworn he saw a Jag three houses down.

Eddie stops short of the lawn. The Harrington house is so different in the light of day, the strange emptiness that seemed to ooze out of the dark windows the night before has disappeared, leaving an ordinary house in its wake. 

"Well?" Steve calls out as he pulls a pair of keys from his back pocket and spins them once on his finger, "you coming or what Munson?" 

Eddie rolls his eyes and jogs to catch up to Steve who turns on his heel to stride up the walk. He stuffs the key into the deadbolt and swings one of the double doors inwards before shucking off his sneakers.

No shoes? Fucking rich people man.

Steve must notice Eddie's expression because he blushes and shrugs, "I know, I know, but my parents will be home for Thanksgiving this year so…may as well…"

He gestures around the sterile foyer with a tight smile, as though it explains everything. 

If anything, Eddie has more questions. 

Steve cuts off the thought by clearing his throat, "we should smoke outside, last thing I need is for you to burn a hole in the couch or something".

Eddie steps over the threshold and has to stop himself from whistling, were the ceilings always this high in this place?

He lifts his foot to unlace his left chuck, snorting at the strange little table in the middle of the foyer. A giant vase sits atop it filled with a mixture of what have to be silk flowers --no way they were real. He pulls the shoe off and tosses it to the side before lifting his right foot. 

Eddie never had the greatest balance so he hops back and forth with his right foot in the air before hopping as close as he can to the wall of the foyer and leaning back against it.

He finally gets the knot in his laces undone and throws the sneaker to the floor, dropping his right foot to the hardwood.

Eddie looks up to find Steve staring with a bemused expression on his face, he ignores the wide hazel eyes and removes the backpack from his shoulders -which can't have been helping the balance issue. 

Eddie unzips the top and yanks out the trusty metal lunchbox, sliding a wicked grin into place.

"You said something about outside?"

***

By the time they've settled, facing one another on a couple of pool loungers, the sun has begun to dip low, painting the patio and empty pool a warm glowing copper. It catches Steve's hair, which shines like gold in the dying sunlight, like some Autumnal Fae King--

Eddie wants to slap himself, suddenly thankful for the November wind that cuts through the backyard, forcing him to chillout.

He picks up the grinder from his lunchbox, unscrewing the cap to open it.

"You good with a joint this evening my good King?" 

He pours a handful of a new strain Rick let him try the other day into the grinder and starts twisting. It's not something he would typically share with anyone other than Jeff, but Steve seemed like he could use something a little more special tonight.

Eddie looks up after a beat of silence, "yo, Major Tom, you with me?" 

Steve's face is pinched, tilted towards the empty pool, "please don't call me that," he says quietly.

"Major Tom?"

Steve raises his eyes to meet Eddie's gaze, his mouth cuts a hard line across his face, the typical easy grin it usually houses is gone. 

"King-Steve," he runs a hand through his hair, letting the fingers linger to grip and pull, "I just, that's not who I am anymore, I don't--"

Steve swallows harshly, "that's all anyone could talk about this morning".

He drops his voice and octave, "oh, King Steve is so pussy whipped he let his girl fuck Jonathan Byers before she dumped him".

"Is that what Hargrove said?" Eddie asks quietly as he pours out a portion of weed onto a paper.

Steve shakes his head, "that was Tommy, but that wasn't why I hit him". 

Eddie nods, and lifts the joint to his mouth to run his tongue along the edge of the paper. Steve watches him from the lounger, his eyes follow the movement before he blinks and continues.

"Tommy and I had been best friends since we were five, he uh, he knows a lot about me," Steve lifts his hand to his mouth and chews the nail of his thumb briefly before dropping it back into his lap.

"Stuff I don't tell anyone, stuff he knows will hurt". 

Eddie nods, twisting the joint closed, he can kind of understand that, although the only person in his life that knew him like that was Wayne.  

And Wayne would never hurt him. 

Did Steve really not have anyone else like that in his life, someone he could tell anything to that wouldn't look at him weird or judge him. Someone safe.

"Anyway, Hargrove started in on me after that, but he's been fucking with me for awhile so," Steve shrugs again, "he saw his big opportunity here".

"Hargrove's been messing with you?" Eddie asks sharply as he pours more weed onto another paper. He lifts it and runs his tongue along the edge of the paper before twisting it into shape. When he looks up, Steve's ears have gone slightly pink and he's sitting strangely, slightly hunched and twisted.

"Yeah," Steve says after a moment, he clears his throat and straightens his back, "yeah, it's just been at practice so far, and I thought it was just because he wanted to one up me for my spot but," he shakes his head, "it's getting worse". 

"You know, I have a bit of a reputation around school," Eddie says slowly, carefully, watching as Steve freezes and looks at Eddie with wide eyes.

"The Hellfire club is more than just the game we're playing, it's also kind of a sanctuary for kids that don't have anyone to lean on, we look after each other," Eddie continues, ignoring the way Steve relaxes slightly, "you wouldn't need to play or anything but if you need somewhere to sit at lunch now…" 

Steve looks at Eddie for a long time, his expression blank, guarded, "really? Just like that?" 

"Yeah man, besides I get to use my 'Mean and Scary Guy' persona on these fuckers so it's a win-win for me".

Steve grins, raising one skeptical eyebrow, "mean and scary?"

Eddie bristles a little bit at the questioning tone in Steve's voice and can't quite swallow the urge to snarl, "yeah I mean you looked plenty scared of the town freak yesterday". 

Steve winces and immediately starts to shake his head, inching forward in his seat so he's even closer to Eddie, their knees are almost touching.

"That's not, I wasn't," he stops and takes a deep breath, "I was upset about Nancy and it was so dark outside, the trees--"

"You afraid of the dark Harrington?" Eddie cuts him off, the lingering irritation still simmers in his voice as he coos. 

Steve just looks at him, there's something strange about the haunted expression on his face that makes the hair on the back of Eddie's arms stand on end. 

"Things happen in the dark, in the woods," Steve says softly, his eyes drift to the empty pool again. 

Eddie opens his mouth to ask Steve what the hell he means by that, when a voice shouts across the yard.

"Steve? STEVE?!" 

The sound of someone running through the grass has them both of their feet, the joints forgotten on the pool loungers. 

"Dustin?" 

A kid, he can't be more than twelve or thirteen, skids into the porchlight that has replaced the last copper rays of evening light, the sun fully set by now. The kid's blue eyes are wide underneath a mop of curly hair and hat, he's breathing hard.

"I need your help".

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Part Five

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[laz-kay]

His lil horse tote! Are you KIDDING me?!😭😭😭

[l3ppa]

there’s so many cute photos of them meeting fans too its so sweet (I COULDVE HAVE BEEN THERE TOT)

[spunsandra69xxl]

Who wants to fuck around?🤑

[bloodpen-to-paper]

Em is already such a dedicated daughter, she fights through exhaustion to be there to meet her moms, and one of her biggest arcs revolves around her being nervous to introduce herself to Jaiden

[tina-aumont]

Beautiful Tina Aumont as Marcella in Comencini's "Young Casanova" (1969). Her friend Ramón showed this photo to her and she gladly signed him. She is pictured by Carla Menegol.

Very special thanks to @74paris for shring this photo.

[lust-for-ultraviolence]

(For that last one: I didn’t mean Megan and Kendrick made a diss together, I mean that you love both disses so much it ties)

[anartisticdreamer0]

you know what would be fun? if they did a silly event where everyone gets to invite one friend/a partner for the day and hangout the full day

i think that would be silly, 100% non canon and the interactions would be fun

[detroitbecomeonline]

i just thought of the stupidest headcanon ever: deviant connor now attempts to greet hank with a hug every time ever since the chicken feed hug. he doesn't care. he's a deviant he can do what he wants. and if that means he opens his arms up for hank in the office and hank has to embarrassingly reject and swerve out the way and then get hugged from behind and then push him away-- lmao

second stupid headcanon: connor turns into a hugger after the chicken feed and he attempts to hug everyone instead of a handshake because hand = android greeting and hug = human greeting. he saw some teenage girls on the street hug each other why can't he do it. "captain fowler you wanted to speak with me?" leans in for a hug

[fryingtimes]

Empanada has a pink backpack just like her Mama Tina!!!!!

[l3ppa]

i may be in class- but i have a job to do 💪 (all from fit’s instagram!!)

[brittie-frog]

Right here's what I hope happens since we're not getting a qsmp stream like Foolish and Tina said we would get this weekend.

- they reset the art in the museum on Monday doing a nepotism and putting Tina's art of Pomme in

- wait a few days for people to see it and those that don't know about it realise that it THE TinaKitten that drew it

- have a lore stream that's potentially just Tina (and Foolish) escaping because Bagera and Cellbit chose to stay while Tina and Foolish were running to the boat and wanted to escape

- Foolish and Leo reunion, Teaduo reunion

- Tina finally gets to meet Empanada and immediately hit it off then they go to the museum as a mini family

- Tina points out the Pomme drawing and how she got in because nepotism and Empanada asks her to draw her

- Tina immediately does it off stream and privately messages the admins to put it in the museum and then she'll post it on the next monday after they've seen it so it's not spoiled

- chat and Em both freak out at seeing Tina's adorable drawing and then all the other eggs keep asking Tina to draw them

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

The sweet author who has the best intentions for me: You and Eddie are the badass sassy alt couple and you make everyone jealous ❤️

Meanwhile, me and my dumb ass boyfriend Eddie Munson actively ruining our own character narrative arc by acting like idiots in the Upside Down: