#moulee

[indiaglitztamil]

In this interview with IndiaGitz Tamil, the multi-talented artist Moulee he spoke about his career journey and how he got started in the Telugu film industry. Mouli spoke highly of Kamal Haasan's dedication and professionalism. He says that the watch scene from Pammal K Sambandam was inspired by a real incident. Mouli has directed the Pammal K Sambandam film, which starred Kamal Haasan in the lead role. T. S. B. K. Moulee (born: March 14, 1947 Thiruvidaimarudur Sambamoorthy Ganapathy Balakrishna Sastrigal Mouli) is an Indian film director, writer, playwright, thespian and actor known for his works in Telugu and Tamil cinema. His celluloid scripts include Kamal Haasan's Pammal K. Sambandam, the biographical sports drama film Ashwini, and Nala Damayanthi in the year 2003.

[vitamin-zeeth]

I hate when people are like "I listen to everything" like dude I'm literally over here listening to Oola Shuka. Jamming to Moulee-Rah. Busting a move to Yocola Ateema. Bopping to Shakawalla. Havin a boogie to Una Duey Dee. I bet you've never even heard of Squip or Blue Milk Surprise. Amateur.

[mouleestattooart]

One the best tattoo studio in Pune

Moulee's Tattoo Art Studio in Pune stands out as one of the city's premier tattoo studios, offering a blend of artistry and professionalism that attracts both locals and visitors. The studio is known for its talented artists who specialize in various styles, from intricate black and grey designs to vibrant, colorful pieces. Each artist brings their unique flair, ensuring that every tattoo is a personalized masterpiece. The studio's commitment to hygiene and safety is unparalleled, with strict adherence to sterilization protocols and the use of high-quality, skin-friendly inks.

What sets Moulee's Tattoo Art Studio apart is its welcoming and comfortable environment. Clients often commend the studio for its friendly staff who make the tattooing experience enjoyable and stress-free. Whether it's your first tattoo or you're adding to your collection, the artists take the time to understand your vision, provide expert advice, and ensure that you are completely satisfied with the final result. This dedication to customer satisfaction has earned the studio a loyal following and glowing reviews.

Moreover, Moulee's Tattoo Art Studio frequently hosts guest artists from around the world, offering clients the opportunity to get inked by some of the best talents in the industry. The studio also organizes events and workshops, fostering a community of tattoo enthusiasts and artists. With its blend of exceptional artistry, customer-centric approach, and vibrant community, Moulee's Tattoo Art Studio continues to be the top choice for anyone looking to get a tattoo in Pune.

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Mookuthi Amman (2020)

[monako-jinn-stories]

Boba Fett x Fem!Reader FanFic

Special Payment

A thot-turned-multipart fic that oh I’m so excited for this! I loved expanding thing so much!

Master List

Part Two

Warnings:

NSFW, 18+, smut, oral sex fem receiving, unprotected p in v sex, mention of pregnancy at the end

Part One

This isn’t the ideal life, it’s anything but. Being a young slave, just barely in your 20s, and working for Jabba the Hutt is not something anyone would want. It doesn’t make it any better being his favorite girl, it means you have to work more, be on “display” more. You’d choose any escape you could get, just to be out of here.

It’s another day at the palace, and it was not going well. You’d been woken early, Jabba requesting that you stay by his side and dance for him all day. You didn’t have a choice, you never got one. You had to do what he asked, when he asked. Any refusal would result in punishments, usually days without meals with constant dancing.

Sitting by Jabba’s side, you listen in on a conversation he’s having with a bounty hunter. You feel like you’ve seen him before, but you never talk to them. You’re not allowed, Jabba fears that they may try and steal you from him if you do.

“That’s not enough,” the bounty hunter says.

“Me cannot give u more moulee-rah choy,” Jabba responds. You’ve been here long enough to understand quite a bit of Huttese, and apparently he can’t give this bounty hunter more money.

“I’m not leaving without adequate pay, and I’ll shoot it out of you if I have to,” the bounty hunter threatens, raising his blaster up to aim at Jabba. Everyone around the room gasps, the music stopping and the air growing tense. You cover your mouth to hide the shock, your mouth open in a small “o” and eyes wide.

“Else could mee choba?” What else could he offer? You didn’t think a bounty hunter would take anything other than money, except maybe weapons, or a ship, but you knew Jabba wouldn’t give him either of those.

“I don’t want you to offer anything else. I want money.”

“Choy if mee choba u myo best girl?” Even if you didn’t understand any Huttese, that last sentence would have been crystal clear to you. Your heart starts racing, and Jabba pulls you over to him. Your body stiffens as the bounty hunter turns to look at you. You feel very exposed, everyone in the room watching you. Your skimpy outfit doesn’t help either, and you can’t help but tremble slightly where you stood.

Unbeknownst to you, the bounty hunter is thankful for his helmet. When he laid his eyes on you, he was stunned. You’re by far the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, and he’s seen many. It’s not even your outfit that gives you beauty, it’s your face, your eyes, your soft, innocent look.

“I’ll take her,” the bounty hunter immediately agrees. His tone is steady, and he stands as if this was merely a simple exchange of payment, keeping his cool. You have no choice, so you just go along with it. You can’t help but be slightly worried though, as Jabba has never “sold you off” before. In fact, other bounty hunters have tried, but Jabba would never let them. What was so different about this one? Was it because he openly threatened Jabba? But giving in made Jabba look weak, easy to influence. There had to be more to the situation.

Jabba has Bib unchain you, and you hesitantly walk over to the bounty hunter. He briefly turns to look at you before bowing slightly to Jabba and walking towards the hall. You follow behind, keeping your head down and sending a quick prayer to the Maker to you keep safe.

Once you reach the room, you slowly make your way to stand in the corner farthest from the bounty hunter. You subconsciously try to make yourself smaller, pulling your arms tightly around yourself. The bounty hunter notices, and so you watch as he slowly moves to the edge of the bed and sits, slowly removing his helmet as well.

You manage to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape when you see his face. He looks intimidating, but kind. With his helmet off and your ability to now see his face, you’re immediately more comfortable. You feel as though you can trust him, as he’s trusting you with his identity. Bounty hunters never revealed their faces to Jabba, so you feel more than honored by his action.

“Will you come sit by me, mesh’la?” he asks softly, and you immediately fall in love with his voice. It’s silky smooth and gentle, a calming tone to hear from a stranger. Quickly regaining yourself, you nod and make your way over. He watches you approach, meeting your gaze, though you don’t miss the way his eyes briefly roam over your body before you sit.

“Now,” he begins, meeting your gaze again, “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or threatened, so let’s talk for a little bit. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

“Okay, sure,” you happily agree, and your body starts to fully relax around him.

“How about we introduce ourselves?” he asks, and you nod in agreement. “My name's Boba.”

“Y/n,” you respond.

“A lovely name,” he comments, gently taking your hand and raising it to kiss the top before he sets it back down in your lap. You feel your cheeks heat, and try to brush it off.

“Why don’t you tell me about your life, if that’s okay,” he suggests. You hesitate, your life isn’t one you’re happy or proud of.

“It’s not been great,” you start, thinking back all those years. “I was orphaned as a small child here on Tatooine. I would run around and scrape together anything that I could, just for money or food. It was hard, and honestly I don’t know how I survived. Barely anyone helps each other around here.”

“Ah, I see,” he says, tilting his head at a thought. “How did you end up working for Jabba?”

“First off, I don’t work for Jabba, I’m one of his slaves,” you state, “second off, I was given false information one day about his palace. Some nasty local tried to get me killed, I think. They told me that his palace was a safe place for others like me, people who’d been abandoned and had to survive on their own. Stupidly, I believed them.” You see the way his eyes go slightly wider, and the anticipation is barely visible, but not completely hidden. There even seems to be something else, sympathy? Worry? Protectiveness?

“Instead of killing me, he had the idea to take me as a slave. Honestly, I’m not sure which one is the better option.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re alive, so that I could have met you,” he says, giving a small smile that melts your heart.

“Why don’t you tell me about your life, if you’re okay with that?”

“Of course,” he says. “I don’t know if you can tell, or if you even know about them, but I’m a clone.”

“Clone? Like the stories of the Mandalorian man that was cloned into millions of soldiers? The one during the clone wars?”

“Yes, exactly. I’m one of the only clones who was not mutated to age quickly. I’m an unmodified, exact copy of my father, Jango. He had wanted one as a son to raise himself.” He looks down, a brief wave of sadness flooding his eyes before he gives a soft smile. “He was the best father I could have asked for. Despite being a bounty hunter, he cared about me more than anything.”

“If you don’t mind,” you say cautiously, “would you tell me what happened to him?” Boba nods, a grim look setting over his features.

“We were on Geonosis for a Separatist council meeting, when the Jedi Obi Wan Kenobi was discovered. His fellow Jedi came to his rescue, resulting in the first battle of Geonosis, and the beginning of the clone wars. It was during this battle that my father got caught up in a fight with a Jedi by the name of Mace Windu,” the force at which Boba spit out the name of the Jedi was harsh. You could only imagine how much he hated him.

“I watched as they fought, my blood running cold as I did. I watched as the “peaceful Jedi” slaughtered countless innocents. I watched as Windu used his fancy purple lightsaber to decapitate my father.” You couldn’t help the gasp that you let out when you heard his words. You’ve heard many stories about the Jedi, lots of them with conflicting opinions, but this was almost convincing that they were anything but peaceful.

“Boba…I’m so sorry,” you say, reaching over and gently squeezing his hand. In response, he squeezes yours back and closes his eyes, taking a steadying breath.

“It’s okay, mesh’la. Nothing can be done about it now. I cherish the time I had with him, and it’s his memory that gives me strength.”

“Well, I’m sure there’s more to your story than just tragedy,” you say, hoping to prompt him to talk more. He chuckles, a grin coming to his lips. You let your eyes linger for a few seconds, wondering what they might feel like to kiss.

“I was a loner after that. I sometimes worked with bounty hunters that my father had known, but I mainly stuck to myself. Once, I snuck onto a Republic Venator and nearly had everyone on board killed, but that was a failed mission. I was caught before I could enact my full plan. I had originally just wanted to kill Windu and get revenge, but a few other casualties meant nothing to me. I ended up in a Republic prison on Coruscant for a while, but of course, as you can see, I escaped.”

You don’t know how long the two of you sat there, him telling you stories of his travels and you being amazed. You try not to show how impressed you are, but hearing about his skill and luck was impressive. You couldn’t help but in the back of your mind think about where all this friendliness was leading. It didn’t bother you much, it had been the only reason he’d agreed to take you as payment in the first place.

After Boba finishes another story, a quiet falls over the room. You look up at him, a wordless agreement passing through the two of you. Deciding to make the first move, you reach up and gently trace his jawline before leaning forwards and pressing your lips to his. He responds immediately, pulling you onto his lap and holding your waist. He positions you to be straddling his thigh, his cold armor biting into your skin.

You suddenly get the bright idea to give him a little show, and so you begin to slowly grind down on his armor. You roll your hips, trying to find any friction you can.

“Oh, pretty girl, is this what you’ve become? Desperate for anything from me?”

All you do is let out a whine in response, clutching at his chest as you grind down again. His hands on your waist still your needy actions, and you look at him in confusion as he lifts you off and sets you next to him.

“I never intended on taking you for this reason,” he says, meeting your gaze. “Please, do not feel as though you must do this. Only if you are comfortable will I do anything.”

“I want this,” you say, a wave of courage rushing over you. “I’m more than comfortable with this, with you.” Boba nods, a smirk slowly spreading over his lips. He moves, sliding from the bed to his knees in front of you.

“May I?” he asks, gesturing to the pathetic bikini type bottoms Jabba forces you to wear. You nod furiously and lift your hips, allowing him to slide the clothing down your legs. His fingers are hot as they slowly drag across your skin, and you can’t help but wonder how they’d feel somewhere else.

“Maker,” he says, letting out a sigh as he takes you in, “you really are his best girl aren’t you, princess?” He turns his head and kisses the inside of your thigh, his lips dangerous close to where you want him.

“Boba, please,” you whine, and with that he suddenly dives in. Your head falls back and you throw your arms out behind you to keep yourself propped up. His tongue is vicious and hot, attacking all the right places. His gaze is fiery when he peers up at you, and the sight makes your arms go weak as you fall back against the bed. You throw your legs over his shoulder and dig your heels into his armor, desperate to get him closer, although his face is already buried in you.

“N-never thought it would b-be this g-good,” you whimper as he noisily makes a meal of you.

“No one’s ever treated you this good?” he asks, pulling his face away from you. You whine at the loss before he shoves two fingers deep inside you. You cry out at the intrusion, dropping your head back again as he curls them and starts to work them in and out of you.

“N-never been t-touched, or fucked,” you gasp between moans. Boba slows his motions, but doesn’t completely still. His eyes are wide with surprise, and you give him a sheepish look, suddenly feeling a lot more exposed.

“I’m the first one to take you?” he asks, his eyes scanning your face for any hint of a lie. You just nod silently, and a cocky grin splits over his lips.

“Well, then I might just have to ruin you for everyone else, princess. Make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.” You can’t help how you clench around his fingers as he calls you his. The thought of him claiming you sends arousal through your body.

He leans back down again, picking up his actions right where he left off, and you can’t help the next few moments as your body tenses before you cum around his fingers. Your back arches off the bed and moans fly from your mouth. His name falls repeatedly from your lips as he helps you ride it out fully. When your body relaxes back onto the bed, he makes a show of cleaning you up thoroughly with his tongue. When he’s finished, he stands, gently rubbing a hand up and down your thigh, soothing you from your orgasm.

“How would you like me to split you open on my cock?” he asks. Your eyes widen up at him and your cheeks immediately burn with heat. He chuckles at your reaction, his hand squeezing where it rested on your thigh.

“Is that a yes?” You nod furiously, at a loss for words. He grins before he steps back and begins to remove his armor. When he’s made it down to just his greys, you let your eyes fall, and you can see his arousal straining against the fabric. He looks big, and when he removes the final layer of clothing, you bite your lip. He’s bigger than you could have anticipated, and you don’t know if you can even take him.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll be gentle, you’ll do great,” he says, noticing your expression. He strokes himself a few times, preparing himself. He covers himself with your slick, groaning softly at the feeling before he nudges the head of his cock past your folds. You suck in a harsh breath as he slowly eases in, and your hands grip onto his arms. He’s careful, letting you take a little at a time so that you’re not hurt or uncomfortable.

When he finally bottoms out in you, he stays still and lets you adjust to his size. When you’re ready, you nod at him to continue. He slowly eases out, pulling back until just the tip remains in you. He pushes back in slowly, and soon he’s setting a soft pace, grinding his hips forward and pushing himself into you.

The feeling is so full to you, and you can’t help but watch as Boba repeatedly disappears into you. He notices you watching, and gently uses a finger to lift up your chin.

“Eyes on me, mesh’la,” he says, driving himself deep into you. You bite your lip, holding back the snarky remark that you had been looking at him, just not his eyes. After a few minutes of his soft, gentle pace, you feel yourself wanting more. You buck your hips up to meet his, and he raises a brow as he looks down at you.

“Want something, mesh’la?” he asks with a deep chuckle.

“Boba, I want you to go faster. I can take it, I promise,” you beg. You don’t miss the way his eyes turn darker and more hungry, if that’s even possible. He wordlessly agrees, picking up the pace and fucking you harder and deeper than before.

He was right, he was going to ruin you for everyone else, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You reach up to his neck and pull him down to you, locking your lips with his as he reaches up and twists on a nipple. The action pulls a deep moan from you and your chest arches into his touch. He groans against your lips in response before he pulls his mouth from yours and latches onto the neglected nipple. With the combination of him sucking, twisting, and fucking your body, you could feel your second orgasm rushing towards you fast.

“F-fuck Boba. I’m gonna cum again,” you warn him, and right before you fall he pulls away from you completely. You cry out pathetically at the loss, but before you know what’s happening, he’s flipping you over and pulling your hips into the air.

“Wanna show you another position, princess,” he says, rubbing a hand over your ass before sliding himself back in. His cock reaches deeper than before, and another moan rips from deep within you, though it’s muffled by the pillows your face is shoved into.

As he works his hips into you, wet sounds fill the room and add to your arousal. He reaches around to rub at your clit, leaning forward as he did to plant a kiss on your back. As he does so, your second orgasm rips through you and you cum hard on him. He curses as your walls tighten into a death grip around his cock, and he releases deep inside you. He continues to work his hips until you’ve both fully ridden out your highs. When he stops, he slowly pulls out and lays down on the bed next to you. He holds you close for a few minutes before gently kissing your neck and standing to find a cloth to clean up.

“Are you staying here long?” you ask him when he comes back and starts to clean up. He pauses and meets your gaze before responding.

“No, I’m leaving after we’re finished here,” he says.

“Oh,” is all you say. You’re not sure whether you should feel sad or not, but something in you feels upset at the thought of him leaving, and very soon.

“I’ll visit you again, princess. Don’t forget me.” After he says that, he gently kisses your forehead before he leaves the room. That night, you’re unable to stop thinking about him as you drift to sleep. You dream about him as well, and soon the memory of him haunts you.

The days go by without his return, and they turn into months, and then one day, as you’re sitting in Jabba’s throne room, you hear the news you’ve been fearing but didn’t want to think about. Boba Fett was dead, killed in a sarlacc pit. Your heart tightens when you hear the words, and your hand subconsciously moves down to your stomach.

He never got to know about your child.

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[kanerallels]

Fun Huttese fact of the day: during the production of Return of the Jedi, George Lucas requested a dance number scene for Jabba's palace. John Williams called on his son Joseph, of Toto fame (and the singing voice of Simba in The Lion King) to write the song. The original draft of the song was about the singer exercising to look fit for a handsome man coming to visit and was entitled Fancy Man. Ben Burrt translated the lyrics into Huttese, titling it "Lapti Nek."

However, the lyrics' translation changed between drafts. The titular fancy man was removed. The translation of the phrase "Lapti Nek" became "Work It Out." This was not picked up on by the compiler of the most comprehensive Huttese dictionary to date, the Complete Wermo's Guide. the CWG translated "Lapti" and "Nek" as "Fancy" and "Man," respectively, taking the translation from the song's first-draft English title, unaware that the literal meaning of "Lapti Nek" was not actually "Fancy Man."

That is, until now, because when Galaxy's Edge opened, a catalogue of in-universe songs was created for the music at Oga's Cantina, and released as R3X's Playlist #1. The album contained several songs in Huttese, including Moulee-rah by Fytee ft. RB Snootles. The track contained the lyrics "Dobra moulee-rah nek, jee wamma uba." In context, "man" is the rendering of "nek" that makes sense with the lyrics, which then translate to "I'm a money man, you pay me." And that is how a piece of incorrect Huttese fanon was retconned into canonicity

That is a DELIGHTFUL story!!! Where do you learn this stuff??? Is it Wookipedia or somewhere else, because you have an impressive store of knowledge!!

[seasidewriter1-writes]

Blinker Headcanons

Again, no one asked for this, but I adore Blinker, and there are so many HCs I’ve got for him!

He is the morale booster of Contigo Squadron. He brings the lighthearted joking and pleasant attitude when they’re all feeling a bit down. But he’s not insensitive about it. If the situation doesn’t call for it, he’s not making jokes

But, of course, behind the bubbly attitude, the snarking, and the joking, he’s just as affected by the horrors of war. The death of every trooper, every brother hits everyone hard, but with Blinker, who makes a point of befriending everyone––it hurts immensely every time he finds out one of them has been KIA

I’ve mentioned it before, and I’ll say it again––Blinker is an artist. A good artist. If they’re stuck out on the battlefield, bivouacked for the night, he can be found scratching designs or drawings into the dirt. When he was a cadet he definitely graffiti-ed the inside of his sleeping pod, and definitely got in trouble for it

He’s helped design a lot of his brothers’ armor markings (even painted some himself). And when the 442nd starts painting nose art on their ships, he’s called in as a consultant, if not coming up for the designs himself (the one for Contigo is ABSOLUTELY of Elara, and both Obi-Wan and Anakin choke when they see it) (this nose art will be canon in “Balance,” so, don’t worry, we will see the fully fledged reaction to it)

In a similar vein, Blinker’s designed tattoos for fellow troopers; and he’s given them, too. He’s one of the go-to guys in the 442nd for it

THE BET.

So the bet started out as little more than a joke. It was obvious that Elara and Obi-Wan were very close, and he kinda just... nudged Klick one day and was like ‘wanna bet whether our Genny’s got a thing with the Genny from the 212th?’

And Klick took him up on it with a resounding ‘there’s no way.’

And Blinker was like ‘you have seen ‘em right?’ And that was when he realized... his theory might actually have some weight to it

So he started compiling the evidence, because dear god was there so much of it

And then he started presenting it to fellow members of the 442nd, and the betting pool grew; it got to a point where he couldn’t remember everything anymore, and thus the spreadsheet was created

When Blinker said he wants Elara to be happy, he really, truly means that. When they were assigned to a Jedi General, he expected them to be stuffy, by-the-book, and boring. But Elara is none of those things. When the lads started marking up their armor (kinda against protocol), she said she saw no issue with it. She’s willing to bend rules, especially if it benefits the safety of her battalion. She’s got a great sense of humor (she banters with him, it’s great), has great stories to tell. Most of all, she cares about them. And that means everything to Blinker. Absolutely everything. So he desperately wants nothing but happiness and peace to befall his beloved Genny

Gunney, despite being his polar opposite, is absolutely his best friend. They work well as a team (see that one gif from BoB I posted of Luz and Welsh). Whenever they’re together, people feel like they get whiplash because Blinker’s so lively and Gunney’s so deadpan

Blinker’s crazy hair (left half blonde, right black; left eyebrow black, right blonde) was the result of a dare made in the wake of Geonosis. He did it, loved it, and kept it

When Phase II armor gets put into production, and more elaborate markings are allowed, Blinker’s helmet is the most elaborately decorated thing you have ever seen

This man can hold his liquor/drink––but he is a rowdy drunk (see him spilling his drink on Gunney’s head in the Moulee-rah Moocha chapter). He may be rowdy, but he is a fun drunk... until the end of the night hits and he gets a little sad

He knows that, after the war, he wants to settle down. He doesn’t know where, he doesn’t know to do what, but he knows that he wants to find somewhere to put down roots. Planet hopping has been fun and all, but Blinker truly cannot wait to have one spot, one place to call home––one that’s not a cramped military barracks. He wants a home.

Extra, Non-Headcanon Stuff:

In writing Blinker, I’ve had a few characters that remind me of the way that I’ve characterized him. One of which is Klaus Hargreeves from The Umbrella Academy, and another is the characterization of George Luz from Band of Brothers

All of the music I associate with this man is ridiculously up-beat. I’m talking “Everybody Loves Me” by OneRepublic and “The Walker” by Fitz and The Tantrums

Blinker was one of the first three troopers I conceptualized; and the first one that became a fully realized character when I was fleshing them out

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Founded by Pa. Ranjith, director of films like Kabali, Kaala, Madras, and Attakathi, Neelam looks to support and highlight stories of people from the margins. From supporting sculptors documenting Dalit history to establishing a foundation for marginalized women and transpeople who want to become filmakers, Neelam uses arts and culture to challenge power. They hosted a three day festival Vaanam, to “.. create free spaces and enable difficult conversations on class, caste, gender, rape, violence and abuse by showcasing forms of art that often does not get mainstream attention.”  The center in partnership with Madras Records also brought together and supported the creation of Casteless Collective a Tamil-Indie ensemble band that makes  songs that directly address the inherent inequalities within Indian society. Rooted in the rich history of Gaana music, the band also melds rock, hip hop, folk, and rap. 

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Joyeux solstice d’hiver

Nous sommes à la période de l'année où le soleil s'arrête.

C'est bien ce que veut dire "Sol Stice". Soleil.... + tout ce qui commence par "ST"... c'est arrêté, figé. Comme Stop.. Statue.. Stone... Stupéfaction... stable... etc... je te laisse trouver les autres mots.

Ainsi le solstice est le moment où le soleil ne semble plus bouger, alors que jusque là, chaque jour, il se décale à chaque coucher de soleil. (vers l'est jusqu'au solstice d'hiver et vers l'ouest jusqu'au solstice d'été).

Au solstice d'hiver, le soleil s'arrête et la journée est la plus courte de l'année. Il faut attendre 3 jours pour que le soleil redémarre, qu'il revive.

Là tu comprends tout de suite l'analogie avec Jésus qui est mort 3 jours puis ressuscité.

Jésus dont le monde chrétien (et aussi un peu musulman vu que c'est un des prophètes de l'Islam) fête la naissance pendant le solstice d'hiver, la fête de Noël....    dont le mot vient du gaulois: "Noio hel", soit "nouveau soleil"....

Donc toutes les civilisations fêtent le solstice d'hiver.

Je profite donc de cette occasion pour te souhaiter un joyeux solstice d'hiver, ainsi que tout mes voeux pour la nouvelle année qui approche.

Je profite de cette occasion pour te signaler quelques articles que j'ai écrit ces derniers temps. Ainsi ça te fournira quelques sujets de discussion pour les repas de famille de ces jours....

Bonne journée ensoleillée. A la prochaine.

(de la part de Martouf le Synthéticien)

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Moulee's Tattoo Art Studio, nestled in the vibrant city of Pune, India, stands as a paragon of excellence in the realm of tattoo artistry. Renowned for its exceptional craftsmanship and artistic innovation, the studio has cemented its reputation as the best tattoo studio in Pune. The creative force behind this esteemed establishment is Moulee, a distinguished tattoo artist whose expertise and passion for the art form are evident in every intricate design he creates.

What sets Moulee's Tattoo Art Studio apart is its unwavering commitment to quality and customer satisfaction. Each tattoo is a masterpiece, meticulously crafted to reflect the client's personality and vision. The studio boasts a sterile, hygienic environment, adhering to the highest standards of safety and cleanliness, ensuring a safe and comfortable experience for all patrons.

The studio offers a diverse range of tattoo styles, from traditional and tribal to contemporary and abstract. Whether you're seeking a small, delicate design or a large, intricate piece, Moulee and his team possess the skill and creativity to bring your ideas to life. Their ability to seamlessly blend colors and create detailed, lifelike images has earned them a loyal clientele and numerous accolades.

Moulee's Tattoo Art Studio also emphasizes the importance of aftercare, providing clients with comprehensive guidance to ensure their new tattoos heal beautifully and maintain their vibrancy. This dedication to the complete tattoo experience, from conception to aftercare, highlights why Moulee's Tattoo Art Studio is the premier destination for tattoo enthusiasts in Pune.

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La journee a ete superbe. Billy va beaucoup mieux et depuis qu’il ne mange que de la moulee, sa poop est vraiment excellente comparativement. Il a eu 3 tasses et une demie de moulee et un quart de canne de wet food. Des probiotiques et une demie cuillere a table de puree de citrouille. 1314 calories. Ce que ca prend pour un chien non sterilise de 50 lbs adulte. Comme il est un jeune chien, ca lui en prend peut-etre un peu plus. On verra. Il semble tjrs avoir faim. Et se sert au bol de Whiskey, qui lui, ne file pas aujourd’hui (stomach ache: comme souvent). On devrait peut-etre donner des probiotiques a Whiskey aussi? Billy semble enfin stable et continue j’espere de prendre du poids...On ira le peser lundi prochain. 

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Lou, Lucy, Puppet, Rach, Akeel, Holly, Lakeview Allotments, Coventry. Akeel: It’s been going really well since March. We had a nice potato yield and we’ve been growing lots of other things. Lou: Kale, onions, garlic. Akeel: Kale, onion, lots of weeds, brambles! We’ve trimmed our hedge, it’s all looking a bit neater since last time you were here. We’ve accumulated a load of slabs. For bean supports we used an old bike wheel and some metal posts and erected them. Lucy found something on Instagram for inspiration and we thought yeah that’s great, let’s do that! I’ve been getting allotment guilt though because I’ve not been down here. Rachel is here all the time, she can tell you everything. Rach: I come a couple of times a week - whenever I can. This season is the first time I’ve grown leeks properly. They’re looking good, they’ll grow all winter. Those and the brassicas, the cabbages and sprouts will all keep going all winter so we’ll get something off them. Watering has been challenging, there’s not been much rain this summer. We have put a pond in and there’s a resident frog. In the summer we found a slowworm which is like a lizard with no legs, it looks like a snake. That was under a plank at the end of one of the beds. We’ve seen a deer down here twice, a muntjac. One ran out of that allotment over there one day and ran past me and Lucy and scared the living daylights out of us. Keeping on top of the weeds has been quite hard work. That area over there is going to be Lou’s yoga area and we’ve put some cardboard down to tackle the weeds because they just keep coming up. If the weeds go to seed then they’ll get into the riverbeds. We’re still collecting pallets and will be working on a shelter on the outside of the shed which is Akeel’s project. The neighbours are all lovely and friendly. We haven’t done too great on fruit this year, but there’s always next year. We should’ve built a cage over the blackcurrants because the birds just have them. We’ve got squashes, beetroot, asparagus, radishes, moulee, all wintry stuff that keeps going. There’s a fig tree over there with fruit on it. We’ve even fitted a toilet in the shed!

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