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RUINES

Recherches pour un futur récit.

[pedroam-bang]

Austerlitz (1960)

[andryushas]

Pierre | Natasha | Andrei

[xian-moriarty]

Le Capitaine Fracasse. 1961. Réalisation : Pierre Gaspard-Huit. Scénariste : Pierre Gaspard-Huit et Albert Vidalie.

Casting : Jean Marais, Geneviève Grad, Gérard Barray, Riccardo Garrone, Anna Maria Ferrero , Danielle Godet, Sophie Grimaldi, Renée Passeur, Joëlle Latour , Louis de Funès, Philippe Noiret, Bernard Dhéran, Sacha Pitoeff, Robert Pizani, Jacques Toja, Alain Saury, Maurice Teynac, Jean Yonnel, Jean Rochefort, Guy Delorme.

Synopsis : Dans son château délabré, le baron de Sigognac héberge une troupe de comédiens avec laquelle il décide de partir car il est amoureux d'Isabelle, l'ingénue de la troupe. Bretteur à la fine épée et saltimbanque par amour, il se fait appeler sur scène le « Capitaine Fracasse ». Mais le duc de Vallombreuse, devenu le rival amoureux de Sigognac, est prêt à tout pour se débarrasser de lui et ravir Isabelle.

Plaisir de Visionnage : Adaptation très fidèle du roman de Gauthier ! Si vous n'arrivez pas avec le livre, regardez ce film. Un pur moment de plaisir ! Avec Jean Marais toujours parfait. Note : 5 chats.

Disponibilité : Existe en DVD.

Bonus Point Chat : Le Baron a un chat, comme dans le livre ! Plus un chien et un cheval. Note : 3 chats.

[baybaykus]

AÇIK KONUŞMAK GEREKİRSE... !!YATACAK YERLERİ YOK.

Sabah kalktın tuvalete gittin tuvalet kağıdın ithal, lavaboya geldin kağıt havlun İthal.

Traş oldun, Gillette tıraş kremi ve traş bıçağı Mach3, ithal...

Kahvaltıya oturdun Nutella ithal,

Çay içersen Lipton, kahve içersen Nescafe ithal...

1-Ferrero Türkiyenin yerli fındık piyasasını yönetiyor.

Ferrero Nutella İtalyan ya da Unilever Lipton İngiliz ve Hollanda yabancı marka,

Yörsan, Dubaili Abraaj Group’un,

2- BİM’in pazarladığı meşhur Dost süt ve süt ürünleri ve Ülker markasıyla üretilen süt, ayran, yoğurt, peynir markaları Fransız gıda devi Groupe Lactalis’in,

Margarin ve sıvı yağ sanayinin yüzde 90’ına yakını İngiliz Hollanda ortaklığı Unilever’in...

3-Dişlerini fırçalayacaksın Sensitive, Colgate, Signal, Sensodyn, White Now vb. diş fırçası ve macunu ithal...

Ayakkabını giydin Nike, Converse, Adidas, Slazenger, Salomon, Jump, vb. ithal...

4-Kapını açtın asansöre bindin, Schindler, Kone, Valter, Otis, Siemens marka ithal. Çin ve Hindistan’ın ardından dünyanın en büyük asansör pazarıyız...

5-İşe gideceksin arabana bindin BMW, Mercedes, Opel, Volkswagen, Peugeot, Volvo vb. ithal, benzin, mazot, LPG ithal...

Eline telefonunu aldın, I-Phone, Samsung, Huawei, LG, Asus , Sony vb. ithal...

Saatine baktın Raymond Swiss, Pierre Cardin, Ferrucci, Rolex, Casio ithal...

6-İşe geldin masana oturdun bilgisayarını açtın, Dell, Apple, Toshiba, Sony, HP, Lenovo, LG vb. marka ithal...

Fotokopi makinasına ve tarayıcıya ihtiyacın oldu HP lazer jet, Samsung, Sharp, Olivetti, Lexmark vb. ithal,

7-Sinirlendin, yoruldun başın ağrıdı, Majezik, Brufen, Avreles, Apranax Forte, Aleve, Nurofen vb. aldın ithal, yada lisanslı yabancı ürün, kullandığımız ilaçların çoğu ithal ya da lisanslı ürün,

8-Acıktın bir yemek yiyeyim dedin , Fast Food gıda Mc Donald’s, Burger King, Subway, KFC, Wendy’s, Domino's, Sbarro, vb hep yabancı...

9-Evde Tost yapayım dedin, Tost, hamburger, sandviç ekmeği başta olmak üzere unlu mamüllerin bir numaralı ismi UNO’nun yarısı İspanyol Vedanta Equity firmasının...

10-Sucuk ve pastırma üreticisi Namet, Bahreynli Investcorp, tavukçu Banvit’ de Brezilyalı BRF ile Katarlı Qatar Investment Authority firmasının...

11-İzmirli Ege-Tav, Japon Nippon Ham Foods’un, CP Standart Tayland merkezli grubun, Patates cipsi Amerikan markası, Frito-Lay ve Pringles’ın, Ceviz ve badem Amerikan firmalarının...

Sabancılar’ın Peyman’ı da artık Çin menşeili Bridgepoint’ın..

12-Nuhun Ankara Makarnası ve Filiz makarna İtalyan Barilla G.e.R Fratelli S.p.A. ve Japon gıda devi Nisshin Foods ve Marubeni Corporation’ın...

13-Cola, Fanta Amerikan şirketlerinin, şalgam, turşu suyu veya salataların vazgeçilmez sosları, limon ve nar ekşileri ile bir Türkiye klasiği olan Kemal Kükrer artık Japon Ajinomoto’nun...

14-Ülker Grubuna ait Çamlıca gazozu, Cola Turka, Sırma su firmaları, Japon DyDo Drinco Grubu’nun...

Bir kahve içeyim Starbucks’a gideyim dedin ithal...

Alkollü içecekler ve tütün mamülleri tamamına yakını Amerikan şirketlerinin...

15-İnek bizim, çayır bizim ineği biz sağıyoruz süt bizim ama sütünü şişeleyip bize satanlar, peynir yapıp bize satanlar hep yabancı, şimdi artık etler de ithal oldu, inekler de dışarıdan gelmeye başladı...

16-Soframız, yabancı şirketlerin kontrolünde artık.

Yabancılar etimizi, sütümüzü, suyumuzu, unumuzu, yağımızı, tavuğumuzu, yumurtamızı, çayımızı, meyve ve sebzelerimizi neyimiz varsa ambalajlayıp bize satıyor...

17-Bir bardak su içeyim dedin bütün sular Nestle, Coca Cola, Pepsi ve Danone’ye ait... Hayat su Danone’nin, Damla su Coca Cola’nın, Erikli Nestle’nin, Aqua ise Pepsi’nin, Sırma su, Japon DyDo Drinco Grubu’nun...

18-Evine biraz alış-veriş yapayım dedin, balık-Norveç, Fas, İspanya'dan, mohut - Meksika, Hindistan, ABD, Arjantin'den,

Elma – Şili, Sarımsak – Çin'den, Kavun, Karpuz ve kuru soğan – İran'dan, Kuru Fasulye - ABD, Kırgızistan, Kanada, Peru, Etiyopya, Mısır, Bangladeş ve Çin'den...

19-Kereviz – İspanya'dan,

et - Çek Cumhuriyeti, Fransa, Sırbistan, Brezilya'dan, bezelye - Rusya Federasyonu, ABD, Kanada, Macaristan ve Almanya'dan, ithal...

20-Hastalandın, hastaneye gittin MR cihazı, röntgen, tomografi gibi tıbbi görüntüleme cihazları, ameliyathane ve solunum cihazları, radyo terapi sistemleri, fizik tedavi cihazları, işitme cihazları, optik cihazlar, protezler, ortezler vb. hep yabancı, hep ithal...

21-Uçağa bindin Airbus, Boeing vb ithal...

Hızlı trene bindin Siemens, CAF vb. ithal...

Dükkan kiraları, ev kiralarının çoğu dövizle, bazı satılan binalar yine dövizle...

22-Yabancıların istediği gibi tam bir tüketim toplumu olduk...

Döviz kurlarında en ufak bir artış olsa bunların hepsi yedek parçasıyla birlikte artıyor...

Peki o zaman TL ile aldığımız maaşlarla bu döviz ödemelerini nasıl yapacağız, nasıl geçineceğiz?

23-Bizler üretmez isek nasıl kazanacağız? Cari açığı ve işsizliği nasıl önleyeceğiz?

Tüm bunları önlemek için, yabancılara bağımlı olmamak için mutlaka milli sanayimizi kurmamız, ithalatı durdurmamız gerekiyor. Yoksa tüketim denizinde boğulacağız.

24-Artık ülkeler savaşla değil, ekonomik olarak malları ile ülkeleri ele geçiriyor. En kritik sanayi ve bankalarını ele geçiriyor.

MİLLİ SANAYİSİNİ KURAMAYAN TOPLUMLAR ASLA ÖZGÜR OLAMAZ, ANCAK GELİŞMİŞ TOPLUMLARIN HİZMETÇİSİ OLURLAR... !!

(Fevzi M Gultekin’e teşekkürlerimle.)

[byneddiedingo]

Fay Compton and Peter Reynolds in I Vinti (Michelangelo Antonioni, 1953)

Cast: Etchika Choureau, Jean-Pierre Mocky, Jacques Sempey, Henri Poirier, Franco Interlenghi, Anna Maria Ferrero, Evi Maltagliati, Eduardo Ciannelli, Peter Reynolds, Fay Compton, Eileen Moore. Screenplay: Suso Cecchi D’Amico, Michelangelo Antonioni, Diego Fabbri, Turi Vasile, Roger Nimier, Giorgio Bassani. Cinematography: Enzo Serafin. Production design: Roland Berthon, Gianni Polidori. Film editing: Eraldo Da Roma. Music: Giovanni Fusco.  Why did they burn Joan of Arc? a character asks in Michelangelo Antonioni's I Vinti. Because she got involved in politics, another replies. It's a response befitting the disengaged youth that are the focus of the three episodes in Antonioni's film, the title of which is often translated as The Vanquished. They are the postwar generation in Europe, deprived of the political fervor that drove their parents' generation into war. But Antonioni has another reason for sniping at politics: It interfered with his efforts to make and distribute the film, which was banned in France until 1963 and never received theatrical distribution in the United Kingdom, even though two of the episodes were filmed in those countries. One of the reasons for the bans was legal: The episodes were based on actual incidents and could have led to prosecution on various grounds. But Antonioni was also forced to change his original plan for the Italian episode, which was to have been about a violent act of political protest, and instead make his protagonist a kind of rebel without a cause: a young man who turns to cigarette smuggling as a reaction against his wealthy parents. The film as released also is weighed down by a didactic prologue explaining that these are stories about the plague of what was then called "juvenile delinquency" -- a heavy-handedness uncharacteristic of Antonioni as artist. The first of the three episodes takes place in France: A group of high school students play hooky, telling their parents that they're going on a class field trip, and instead go to the countryside where, in the ruins of a chateau, a boy who has boasted of how much money he has -- he ostentatiously lights his pipe with a five-dollar bill -- is shot and robbed, only to reveal that the money is fake. The Italian episode features Franco Interlenghi as Claudio, whose venture into cigarette smuggling is busted by the police. On the run, he shoots and kills a guard, but he also takes a fall from which he apparently suffers internal injuries. Rescued by his girlfriend (Anna Maria Ferrero), he returns home, but dies before the police can arrest him. In the English episode, a police reporter (Patrick Barr) for a London newspaper receives a call from a man (Peter Reynolds) who claims to have discovered a body in a park and wants to be paid for his story. Relishing the celebrity his story brings him, he eventually admits to having murdered the woman (Fay Compton), a prostitute, and is sentenced to death. Slight as the three episodes are, they are vivified by sharp writing and by the director's increasing virtuosity in placing his camera. The cinematography is by Enzo Serafin. Granted, what we often watch the early films of great directors for are signs of their future brilliance, and especially in the English section there are some striking foreshadowings of Blow-Up (1966). But making allowances for some of the restrictions under which Antonioni was working, I Vinti is impressive on its own. I was struck by the Hitchcockian humor in the English episode, when the reporter tangles with his unseen but hilariously incompetent switchboard operator. 

[reality-breaker]

Pierre Ferrero

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

The Answer

Requested by: anonymous (“Congrats on reaching over 2.5k followers! I was wondering if I could request something with Joe trying to talk the reader out of doing something stupid, but in a funny way?”)

Summary: When Valentine’s Day turns unexpectedly stressful, your favorite coworker Joe Mazzello is there to offer moral support. I may have gotten a little carried away with this one, but it’s all in the spirit of the holiday! 😂 I hope you enjoy it. 💗

Warnings: Language. 

Word Count: 2.2k. 

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Oh my god, this man is about to ask me to marry him.

You are suddenly aware of every immaterial detail, because this is the sort of night you’re supposed to remember forever. This is the sort of night, the sort of story, you’ll be retelling all your life: to parents, to friends, to overly-chatty hairstylists, to coworkers, to children, to grandchildren. The music is slow, sophisticated, French. The dress you’re wearing is lavender and just a stitch too tight in the ribs. The tablecloth is white, the flowers in the centerpiece ruby-red roses. The candlelight bathes Ryan’s face in hot, flickering gold. And he’s smiling, broadly, artfully, like he knows something you don’t. Like maybe he always will.

You’re trying to follow what he’s talking about, but you can’t. It’s some meandering summation of your last two years together: meeting at your mutual friend Sarah’s New Year’s Eve party, numbers tapped into each other’s iPhones, sushi and green tea, browsing through book stores, murky movie theaters and hands entwining on shared armrests, Fourth of July picnics where you socialized gamely with one another’s extended families, kisses that started out light and fleeting in the chilly lobbies of restaurants like this one and turned into hours spent in the rustling shadows of your bedroom. And although the details sometimes evade you, the arc of Ryan’s story is clear: that the journey was perfectly linear, every piece in place, every want and ritual accounted for. That the time has come for the inevitable conclusion.

He reaches across the table to take your hands in his. The last of your beef bourguignon lays unclaimed and forgotten in its bowl. Your appetite has vanished entirely.

“Pierre,” Ryan tells the moustached waiter, grinning triumphantly. “Could you bring out dessert now, please?”

You hear your chair squeal as you bolt to your feet. Your ankles wobble as you balance on your strappy, rather painful silver heels, the ones Ryan likes so much. “I’ll be right back,” you announce. You flash him a reassuring, innocent smile. You gesture apologetically to the wine and water glasses, like it’s all their fault. The perfect fall guys. How dare they interrupt this magical evening.

Ryan suspects nothing. Or—worse, far far worse—he doesn’t care. “Sure, baby. Take your time.”

You zigzag, rather unsteadily, around the restaurant tables—all those other nameless candle-lit couples reminiscing and giggling and feeding each other spoonfuls of quivering chocolate mousse—and crash through the restroom door. There are two college-aged girls touching up their makeup, stark and bone-white under the florescent lights, and they peer quizzically over at you. You take shelter in the nearest stall and lock the door.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” You stare at the wall, waiting for a sign. There’s an artsy black-and-white picture of the Eiffel Tower hanging there. Another trivial detail to one day tell your grandchildren about. “Oh my god,” you moan again.

You root through your purse, pull out your iPhone, and find Joe Mazzello in your contacts. You’ve never called him before; you have his number solely in case of work-related emergencies. But your fingers are moving swiftly, almost autonomically; and time is rolling irrevocably forward like a freight train.

“This is clearly a pocket dial,” Joe says as soon as he answers. “There’s no way you’re thinking about me and my subpar sandwich-making abilities on Valentine’s Day.” He’s right about his sandwich skills; they’re honestly abysmal. He’s the worst employee at Quiznos. He always spills the honey mustard everywhere. You, on the other hand, take great pride in your consistently neat, uniform application of condiments. But, nevertheless, Joe is your favorite coworker. Your favorite coworker by a margin that ships could sail through like a drawbridge.

“Help,” you croak.

“Uh...?” Joe’s voice changes. He’s not exactly serious yet—you’re not really sure what a serious Joe Mazzello would even sound like—but he’s definitely apprehensive. “Are you locked in a trunk somewhere...?”

“Wait, no, sorry. I’m not being kidnapped. I’m at L’amour Vrai.”

“Oh, nice!” But he doesn’t sound that thrilled about it. “With Ryan, I’m assuming.”

“Yeah, therein lies the problem.”

Joe is confounded. “...Did he forget to bring you a massive teddy bear and a heart-shaped box of Ferrero Rocher, or...?”

“I think he’s going to ask me to marry him,” you say in a rush, breathlessly. “He’s been rambling about our relationship and being weird and sentimental all through dinner and I think dessert is going to be, like, a giant bowl of chocolate mousse with a ring hidden in the bottom or something and now I’m hiding in the bathroom.”

“And you don’t even like chocolate mousse,” Joe notes.

“That’s not really the point, but yeah, true.”

“So what are you going to do?”

You don’t have an answer. You don’t even have threads of thoughts that could be woven into words. Because no matter how seamless and fated Ryan’s story of your relationship sounds, you feel that something is missing. You’ve always felt that way. And you’ve waited—patiently, undemandingly, faithfully—for that one last piece of surety to drop out of the sky and click into place for the past seven-hundred and forty-four days. You’ve waited for indelible magnetism, for that sensation of free-falling, for love; you’ve waited until you started to suspect those things didn’t exist at all except in fiction. But sometimes, just recently, you think you might be catching glimpses of them: in how Joe sends you a clandestine smirk when a customer is agonizing over whether they want cheddar or swiss, in how he invents new combinations of fountain drinks for you to taste and rank on a highly scientific ten-point scale (Cherry Coke-Dr. Pepper is the current champion at 8.5/10), in how he complains incessantly about having to close but will wipe down the same counter fifteen times while you count the money in the register so you don’t have to lock up alone. And those transitory glimpses are enough to show you exactly what a lifetime with Ryan would mean living without.

“You don’t want to say yes,” Joe realizes quietly. “You wouldn’t be freaking out and hyperventilating in the bathroom if you did.”

“I don’t think I can say no.”

Joe snorts. “Lady, this isn’t the sixteenth century. You’re not being traded to this guy for some cows or a military alliance or a duchy in Germany. You can always say no.”

“But we’re in the middle of this fancy restaurant and he’s got the staff in on it, and everyone is going to stare when he asks me, they’ll probably start clapping and making TikToks and I’m going to look like a total bitch if I don’t say yes.”

“Well, yeah,” Joe says, a little darkly. “That was probably the plan. To put you in a position where you felt like you didn’t have a choice.” And you recall that Joe doesn’t seem to like Ryan very much, hasn’t said a single nice thing about him in the six months that have passed since Joe joined the illustrious Quiznos team.

“Maybe I should say yes and then after tonight never speak to him again.”

“You’re...gonna ghost your fiancé? You legitimately think that’s a better plan?”

“Maybe.”

“It’s only going to get harder to back out as this thing picks up momentum. The families will get involved. There will be dress fittings, venue shopping, cake tasting...oh, wait, actually, don’t back out until after the cake tasting. And invite me.”

“I could fake my own death. Or enlist in the Peace Corps. I’ve always wanted to see Mongolia.”

“But then you’d have to give up your promising career in sandwich making.”

“They might have Quiznos in Mongolia.” You sigh, defeated. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t be bothering you with this. I’m definitely ruining your Valentine’s Day.”

“There’s not much to ruin, honestly. I’m re-watching Tiger King and eating my weight in Skittles.”

Oh, right; Joe and his girlfriend Julie broke up last week. And come to think of it, despite the fact that you don’t have any identifiable reason to feel this way, you’ve never really liked Julie either. “I’ll gladly trade you.”

“I mean, sure, I fucking love chocolate mousse. My apartment is only three blocks away. I can hurry over there and put on your dress and heels and earrings or whatever you’re wearing, but I feel like Ryan might catch on.”

You laugh, your first real, involuntary, jolting laugh of the day. “Genius. Let’s do it.”

“You can say no,” Joe tells you, seriously now. This, as it turns out, is what a serious Joe Mazzello sounds like: warm, concerned, measured, his typically frenetic energy temporarily wrangled. “If he asks you to marry him and you want to say no, you can say no.”

“Okay,” you reply, taking a deep breath, resolved.

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. I’ll say no.”

“Cool.” Joe sounds pleased; proud, even.

“Alright. I’m gonna go. Thanks, Joe. Seriously. Thank you so much.”

“No problem. You can mop up my next honey mustard spill as a show of gratitude.”

“Deal,” you say with a smile, and then you hang up.

Waiting for you back at the table is the moustached waiter cheerfully playing a violin, Ryan’s luminous grin, and a glass chalice full of chocolate mousse. Jesus christ. Chocolate fucking mousse.

Ryan motions for you to take a bite. You obediently sit down, pick up your spoon with a quaking hand, dip it into the center of the chocolate mousse...and lift out a diamond ring. You unleash a gasp of horror that Ryan mistakes for—or, perhaps, is determined to believe is—elation.

Ryan plucks the ring off your spoon, wipes it clean with a red cloth napkin, and slips out of his chair to kneel at your feet. Blood is pounding frantically in your ears. Your courage has evaporated. Your legs feel numb, jellylike, boneless. How the hell are you going to walk out of here after you say no? How the hell are you going to say no at all?

Ryan is reciting some generic, Hallmark-card speech. The other restaurant patrons are beaming, clapping, already assuming your answer. Ryan asks you the question. Your trembling hand is now resting at the base of your flushed throat like a noose. Your words are ghosts.

“I...” you sputter. “I...um...”

“Go ahead,” Ryan says, nodding, smooth and undaunted. And suddenly you know that Joe was right; every single part of this was planned. Ryan turns to the crowd. “Aw, folks, give her a hand, she’s shy!”

And as they cheer and whistle encouragingly, as Ryan waits for your acquiescence, as your hope for those things you’ve only caught glimpses of begins to wither like autumn leaves, someone steps between you and Ryan and fills up the hollow, hungry space left by your silence. It’s Joe.

“No no no,” he tells Ryan. His voice is ostensibly matter-of-fact and yet formidable. “She’s not shy. She’s just trying to figure out her answer. And she doesn’t need some random strangers in a French restaurant to help her out with that.” Joe looks at you and raises his eyebrows. “Go ahead. Whenever you’re ready.”

“What the...?!” Ryan exclaims, his eyes shifting from you to Joe. The other patrons are extremely bewildered. The waiter’s violin playing screeches to a halt.

“No,” you say, your courage flooding back in, a slow smile igniting across your face.

Ryan doesn’t understand. “No...?”

“No. My answer is no. The past two years have been nice, but this is over now. I’m not right for you, Ryan. You’re not right for me either. And I think you know that. So goodbye.”

You stand, sling your purse over your shoulder, and follow Joe out of L’amour Vrai; but not before you yank off your silver high heels and leave them there on the restaurant floor. The other guests are in scandalized uproar now. Ryan is still kneeling, furious and in shock. Outside it is bitingly cold and your breath turns to fog in the night air; the chilly concrete sidewalk soothes the aching soles of your feet.

Joe is ecstatic, his eyes gleaming under the streetlights as you walk together. “That was incredible! Did you see his face?! He totally thought he was going to be able to bully you into saying yes and you were not having it, you are a beast my dear, I hope some of those people put you on TikTok, I hope you get TikTok famous for being freaking awesome, then you can get rich and buy a mansion and let me live in the pool house and I’ll never have to work or suffer another honey-mustard-related catastrophe again—”

“Joe.” You stop him abruptly, resting a palm against his chest, gazing up at him beneath the cold stars. And after a moment he understands, and he kisses you. You catch more than a glimpse of those beautiful things you’d feared might not exist. They light up like the goddamn Eiffel Tower.

“I’ve wanted that for six months,” Joe says as he pulls away, softly, shakily, smiling almost shyly.

“Yeah,” you reply. “I think I have too.”

Joe takes your face in his hands and kisses you again. He tastes like heat and harmony and laughter and Skittles; but more than all of that, he tastes like love.

[ilyasorokinn]

people i make wallpapers for !

this is a list of people (both hockey and not hockey) i will make lockscreens for. if they are not on this list, i will most likely not make lockscrens for them. you can request for them, and i might accept, but i might not. just try to stick to the people on this list.

this list of subject to change.

hockey !

ANAHEIM DUCKS

jamie drysale

sam steel

ARIZONA COYOTES

clayton keller

ty emberson

BOSTON BRUINS

jake debrusk

trent frederic

matt grzelcyk

charlie mcavoy

jack studnicka

BUFFALO SABRES

dylan cozens

rasmus dahlin

peyton krebs

jeff skinner

jack quinn

CALGARY FLAMES

jacob markstrom

elias lindholm

jakob pelletier

matthew tkachuk

CAROLINA HURRICANES

practically the whole roster, including rookies (except tony deangelo)

COLORADO AVALANCHE

practically the whole roster, including rookies

COLUMBUS BLUE JACKETS

jake bean

adam boqvist

sean kurlay

cole sillinger

DALLAS STARS

practically the entire roster, including rookies (expect jamie benn)

DETROIT RED WINGS

moritz seider

joe veleno

jakob vrana

EDMONTON OILERS

tyson barrie

philip broberg

leon draisaitl

dylan holloway

zach hyman

oscar klefbom

jesse puljujarvi

FLORIDA PANTHERS

spencer knight

LOS ANGELES KINGS

quinton byfield

alex turcotte

MINNESOTA WILD

practically the entire roster, including rookies

MONTREAL CANADIENS

practically the entire roster, including rookies (except brendan gallagher)

NASHVILLE PREDATORS

cody glass

phil myers

juuse sarros

NEW JERSEY DEVILS

practically the entire roster, including rookies (except mackenzie blackwood)

NEW YORK ISLANDERS

practically the entire roster, including rookies (except semyon varlamov)

NEW YORK RANGERS

sammy blais

alex georgiev

kaapo kakko

vitali kravstov

alexis lafreniere

ryan lindergren

nils lundkvist

k'andre miller

OTTAWA SENATORS

drake batherson

tyler ennis

josh norris

dylan gambrell

shane pinto

tim stützle

brady tkachuk

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS

practically the entire roster, including rookies

PITTSBURGH PENGINS

zach aston-reese

sidney crosby

kasperi kapenan

kris letang

pierre-oliver joseph

evgeni malkin

john marino

brock mcginn

SAN JOSE SHARKS

william eklund

mario ferrero

adin hill

nikolai knyzhov

SEATTLE KRAKEN

practically the entire roster (except vince dunn)

ST. LOUIS BLUES

pavel buchnevich

jordan kyrou

james neal

colton parayko

TAMPA BAY LIGHTNING

hugo alnefelt

anthony cirelli

ross colton

mathieu joseph

TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS

practically the entire roster, including rookies (except auston matthews)

VANCOUVER CANUCKS

practically the entire roster, including rookies

VEGAS GOLDEN KNIGHTS

laurent brossoit

WINNIPEG JETS

pierre-luc dubois

nikolaj ehlers

evgeny svechnikov

OTHERS (unsigned, college, etc.)

NOTRE DAME

landon slaggart

PROVIDENCE

patrick moynihan

UMICH

practically the entire roster (except certain players i can't name)

WISCO

owen lindmark

NON-HOCKEY

BASEBALL

max fried (atlanta braves)

tyler glasnow (tampa bay rays)

mike soroka (atlanta braves)

OTHER SPORTS

penny oleksiak (olympic swimmer)

OTHER FANDOMS (including the actors and actresses that portray these characters)

criminal minds

marvel (including spider-man’s, marvel tv shows, etc.)

outer banks

shadow and bone

the vampire diaires universe (tvd, to, legacies)

MUSICAL ARTISTS

olivia rodrigo

harry styles

taylor swift

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 Pierre Ferrero

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ISAAC NEUTRON ET L’ ÉTRANGE MYSTÈRE DE L’ ADOLESCENCE PARTIE I & II

17 x 24,5 cm 32 pages couleurs offset

19 euros fdp compris

ACHETER

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Toriyama x Cauchemar

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Pierre Ferrero

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‘Les brigands’; characters from the AR app for the Carnaval Des 2 Rives 2019. I actually drew everyone’s character except Guillaumit’s oddly enough, though I have drawn them separately a few times. (To be fair, have I not drawn Guillaumit’s other characters enough already?)

The characters and the names of their artists are listed in this video. But I’ll list ‘em here anyway for good measure, from left to right: Anouk Ricard, Thibaut Gleize, Duch, Pierre Ferrero, Pierre La Police, Adèle Frostin, Roxane Lumeret

Why did I draw these characters? I don’t know. I just kinda liked them and wanted to draw something different to the usual kinds of characters and fanart I draw.

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Farm Beautification Efforts

As some of you may or may not know, I have become obsessed with Stardew Valley over the past month (having clocked 170+ hours into it), and during this time I’ve wanted to take steps and measures to beautify my farm, since I’ve seen some videos of people whose farms are truly gorgeous and it really makes me want to work on my own. Of course, there are a few problems with this. One, I’m not the best designer, and two, I’m playing on Switch, so I don’t have access to any mods, including cool ones like ones that allow you to put furniture on your porch or add cool items to the game. Nevertheless, I’ve been doing my best, and so I thought I’d share some screenshots of my efforts.

First up, the inside of my house! The top floor has the living room, along with the nursery which will be forever unused and unoccupied (save for two Junimo plushes) unless something is added that makes having the children actually worthwhile. I have a storage chest full of gifts blocking entry into that room for specifically that purpose. On the bottom floor we have the kitchen and dining area (complete with my in-game husband Sebastian), along with a little reading area over by the fireplace (which is on the bottom floor to help keep things warm in winter, because heat rises), and of course, the bedroom and Sebastian’s spouse room with his terrarium, computer, et cetera. The tea table in the bedroom is more for Sebastian than myself, since I learned recently that he loves jasmine tea, so I figured it’d be nice to set up a little tea area since I got a tea set as a gift from Pam. I also decorated with the idea that the house should represent both of us, although when Sebastian changed the wallpaper and flooring in the kitchen I immediately changed it back because his choices were hideous. Sorry, Seb.

Oh, and of course . . .

The basement is a starfruit wine cellar, too. ;)

Outside! Seb’s motorcycle is in the back, with Epona’s stable close by the house so I can have easy access to her. The crystal on the porch rings when you tap it; although no one ever uses it, I like to think of it as a doorbell. The decorations in front change every season.

The shed here is less a storage shed and more a production shed; I forgot to take a picture of the inside, but that’s where I have my kegs, five preserves jars, looms, mayonnaise makers, cheese makers, workbench, catalogues, furnaces, crystallariums, et cetera. At some point I might add another, but this works well enough for now. I also have the well there, and I suppose it’s useful, but since I have sprinklers set up everywhere I don’t need to water things as much, so that was mostly to fill space. I’m still trying to think of what to do around it.

The greenhouse, fruit tree grove, grandpa’s shrine, silos, and mill. I have some preserves jars right by the grove, as you can see, so I can easily chuck some fruits into them; even though standard fruit preserves don’t earn as much as starfruit preserves, it’s still worth it, I feel. The greenhouse exclusively makes starfruit, ancient fruit, and sweet gem fruit year-round. I would have taken a picture of the inside, but . . . I forgot again. :/ I decided to use wood pathways along the grove because I felt it better fit the nature feel of it. I do this in a few other places as well, such as . . .

The flower/beehive area. I learned recently that if you grow flowers near beehives, the honey is worth more, because it’s flower-flavored. So I set up a little area for that to happen. The lightning rod area is also there, but I’m thinking of moving that, or else possibly getting rid of it altogether since APPARENTLY lightning rods don’t guarantee that lightning won’t destroy shit. >( But we’ll see. It just looks so ugly compared to everything else . . .

Down here we have the lava eels in their pond of lava. The pond was actually a standard water pond at first, but the lava eels changed that soon enough . . . somehow. I’m not sure how. But then again I’m also not sure how a Dwarf Scroll III helps them be healthier, but that’s what they said would help them, so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The ways of the lava eel are mysterious indeed.

This is the piggos’ area, and as you can see, at the time I took this picture the truffle hunt was in FULL SWING (or kind of wrapping up, since they usually go in around 5/5:30). Truffles aren’t appetizing to look at at all, but they fetch a high price, especially since I have a skill perk that makes all of them Iridium Quality no matter what (for those who don’t play, Iridium Quality is the highest quality). Although I’m not much a fan of piggos, I have twelve of them for this reason. Their names are Waddles, Grumpig, Cello, Rukie, Chetso, Nokaboo, Zuburu, Rollo, Kotso, Wilbur, Spoink, and Pignite. You can probably tell which ones I named intentionally, and which ones I just randomized lol. Also, normally I’d provide grass for all the animals, but finding truffles in grass is difficult, so the piggos just have to live on hay in the barn. It’s fine, they’re all just as happy, it’s not as big a deal.

This is the non-piggo barn area, and . . .

These are the community barn animals. As you can see, I have six cows, three goats, and three sheep. Unfortunately I did not manage to get a picture of the cows smiling, which sucks because they have the cutest smiles. Their names are:

Brown cows: Hershey, Nestle, Ferrero, Ghiradelli

White cows: Kabelle, Brime

Sheep: Wooloo, Dubwool, Mareep

Goats: Faff, Tellono, Knockell

Again, you can probably tell which ones I purposefully named and which ones were randomized. Fun fact, Ferrero and Ghiradelli are Nestle’s daughters. Somehow. I have no idea how because there are no bulls in this game. My working theory is that Hershey and Nestle are wives and somehow gave lesbian birth to Ferrero and Ghiradelli. Until ConcernedApe himself tells me I’m wrong, I’m right. (Note: Either Kabelle or Brime could be the other mother as well. The only for-sure lesbian mom is Nestle.) Also, I named all the brown cows after chocolate brands because brown cows make me think of chocolate milk. I have no idea why, they just do.

This is the coop area, and . . .

These are the coop animals! As you can see, I have five chickens, four rabbits, and three ducks. Yes, the coop outside area is much smaller than the ones for the barn animals, but the coop animals are much smaller themselves so they don’t need as much space. Anyway, these lovely little animals are named . . .

Void Chicken: Ghost

Blue Chicken: Cojiro

Brown chickens: Hetta, Bamello

White chicken: Winona

Rabbits: Cinnamon, Jazz, Lucky, Melody

Ducks: Goose, Zillo, Psy

Again, probably obvious to tell which ones I named and which ones I randomized. Also, for anyone who is like, “Scrawlers, ‘Cojiro’ should be spelled with a k,’ no, you are wrong, I did not name her after that fool of a man in Team Rocket, I named her after the blue cucco in The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, whose name is spelled Cojiro, with a C. So. Just so we’re clear on that.

Finally, my crop area. Top right is growing red cabbages at the moment, I think, while the bottom right is SUPPOSED to have wheat(/hay) through this season and the next, but I forgot to go buy more wheat seeds before Pierre closed up shop. (: The top row is all blueberries, while that huge patch in the middle is corn since corn grows in both summer and fall and continues to reproduce after first harvest, so I don’t have to worry about replanting in that huge area again until spring. And then over on the left I have hot peppers, which (like the corn and blueberries) continue to reproduce after first harvest, and reproduce like every four days, which is nice.

And lastly, to check in with some of my scarecrows, THIS guy is a champion and truly earns his title of “deluxe scarecrow,” given how many he has scared away. And on the other end of the scale . . .

We have this guy, who has never worked a day in his life.

The duality of scarecrows.