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His baby girl going to her other parent, asking if daddy’s loves her. He doesn’t smile very much at times (not saying he never does), he never says I love you if she doesn’t.

And Simon’s partner has to explain (while he obviously listens, for the sake of the plot). You know, everyone has a different love language, every expresses their love differently. You, for example, use words: you say ‘I love you’ a lot. Me, I like to tell you the words ‘I love you’, but I also like to do things that will make you or daddy happy: I buy you clothes you like, we go to the parc you like, or I make daddy’s favourite meal when he’s very tired. And daddy, he doesn’t really like to say it, not even to me. But I know he loves me, because he helps me when I can’t do it myself and comforts me when I’m sad or upset. Well, to show you his love, daddy brings you to McDonald’s from time to time, and he stays with you in your room to spend some time with you, and he lets you stay up late to watch tv.

And if (when) the wee thing still doesn’t feel that convinced, Simon keeps listening still. You know, when daddy was a baby, when he was your age, his dad wasn’t very nice to him. And neither daddy’s daddy nor daddy’s mummy ever told him they loved him. Daddy didn’t have a very happy childhood. Because he didn’t hear ‘I love you’ often, sometimes it’s hard for daddy to say he loves you or that he loves me. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t, okay ?

Simon feels his eyes tearing up: his own daughter didn’t think he loved her (never mind the ‘at times’, he didn’t hear that part). No tear fell, but best believe his heart was shattered.

But then one day they get called at school bc the wee girl hit a boy, because he said her dad looks weird and scary, he’s a monster. While Simón could see it coming one day or another — and let’s not lie to each other, so did his partner —, he didn’t react except for a simple « good. ». His partner, on the other hand, was fuming, because what do you mean you are talking to us about our girl defending herself from the mean things other kids are saying and defending her father, have you talked about the other kid’s parents? Have you talked to the kid himself about not saying things like this ? About not judging people and the whole « dont’ judge a book by its cover » type of shit ? About how they will not be punishing their daughter for dealing with what the school was incapable of fixing, her own way. Just because he had scars on his face did not mean he’s weird, he is a veteran for fuck sake, he has seen things you wouldn’t dare to imagine, and you let children make fun of that and people’s appearance ?

Amel Bent - ma philosophie pop

Amel Bent - Où je vais pop

Tal - Le sens de ma vie pop

Sexion d'assaut - Wati by night rap

sexion d'assaut - wati house rap

Sexion d'Assaut - Ma direction rap

Sexion d'Assaut - Désolé rap

Sniper - Aketo vs. Tunisiano rap

Sniper - sans (re)pères rap

Sniper - Gravé dans la roche rap

Christophe - Aline variété

France Gall - Il jouait du piano debout variété

Gilbert Montagné - on va s'aimer variété

Gilbert Montagné - les sunlights des tropics variété

Indochine - Trois Nuits par semaine rock

Indochine - J'ai demandé à la lune rock

Indochine - L'aventurier rock

Jenna Lee - US BOY indie pop ?

Jenna Lee - j'aimerais tellement indie pop?

Diam's - DJ rap

Diam's - La boulette rap

Diam's - confessions nocturnes rap

Diam's - jeune demoiselle rap

Coeur de Pirate - comme des enfants ?

Zaho - c'est chelou pop/rap ?

Dalida - Salma ya salama (arab or french version)

Dalida - Bambino

Dalida - Laissez moi danser

Dalida - Paroles, Paroles, Paroles

BB Brunes - dis moi indie rock ?

Dalida - mourir sur scène

BB Brunes - coups et blessures indie rock ?

Bibie - tout simplement variété

113 - Partir loin rap

Plastic Bertrand - Ca plane pour moi variété/rock?

Eddy de Pretto - Fête de trop rap

Eddy de Pretto - Kid rap

IAM - petit frère rap

113 - Au summum rai'n'b (mix of North African music and r'n'b)

Mozart L'opéra Rock - L'assassymphonie rock/musical

Ben L'oncle Soul - petite soeur

Ben l'oncle soul - soulman

Manau - La tribu de Dana rap

NTM - Ma benz rap

Supa Saian Crew - Angela zouk/rap

Rohff - Qui est l'exemple rap

Matt Houston - Positif

Akhenaton - Street Football rap (this one is actually the theme for a cartoon named Foot 2 Rue, which translates to Street Football)

Rohff - Mon bled rai'n'b

Céline Dion - J'irai où tu iras variété/rock?

Kmaro - femme like you rap/r'n'b

Vitaa - Ma soeur pop

Vitaa - A fleur de toi pop

Lartiste - déconnecté

Shurik'n - Samourai rap

Michel Delpech - Le chasseur variété

Louise Attaque - je t'emmène au vent variété

IAM - Je danse le mia rap

113 - Tonton du bled rap

Kore - Sobri rai'n'b

Magic System - Premier Gaou

113 - Un Gaou à Oran rai'n'b

Magic System - Ambiance à l'africaine

Eric, Grace Tani and Junior taking care of the playlist, the karaoke, the dancefloor (Eric knows every word from Get Busy by Sean Paul and all has all the moves with it, Tani knows a lot of Biggie lyrics by heart, Junior loves Beyonce)

Like for some reason he stays in the same room as he protected person during the night (heavily influenced by a post of Ghost not being able to sleep in the same bed as his partner but rather on a chair in the same room, etc...)

One night the protected person wakes up with a terrible panic attack, and, obviously, the vision of Ghost sitting there does not help to calm down, so they almost beg for him to take it off

He doesn't for a few nights, until he realises that the fear of his sight during the night + panic attack starts to seep in their day to day relationship. They're less talkative, they now have a shifty gaze. And whether he likes it or not, it's sad to see and it bothers him. It would usually go over his head to be feared, hell, he might even like it, but them ? They didn't do anything wrong, they are more than undeserving of such a fearful sight. It's just not fair. He apparently has some morale under there. He eventually gives in, without a word, takes off his attire. "I'm keeping the mask and the guns"

On one particular night, after a really terrible panic attack, they need some pressure, physical pressure, to feel something that's keeping all of their pieces together, something that's keeping them together. Only person that can do it is wearing a skull mask, guns all around. He doesn't give in without them ending up fighting for it. "it's not gonna fucking kill you to take it off, just please for fucks' sake" He eventually removes it, not without fearing his face (that i also imagine with scars) might be worse. Surprisingly enough, they take a rapid glance at his face and just throws themselves in his arms. "please hold me as tight as you can without suffocating me".

When it's time to let go, he just, well, lets go. No word. Just staring a little too long, it's not like something like that happens often -- or at all, for that matter. He just turns back, puts his mask back on, and sits back down with his guns. Only the sound the protected person getting into bed can be heard, and a little mutter "i've already seen your face, it's no use to put it on, stupid"

Maybe I'm not the only one to have that in mind, but here's how it goes, I'll write the complete lyrics and add the images that come in mind before the word it appears on :

It was just two lovers, *Actually sitting in a car, camera shot from the dashboard, laughing together while explaining something to the camera* Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde, fallin' for each other Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish, no Donald Glover

Missed call from my mother *Friend group all together laughing on a night out, kind of like the street in the middle of the night, there's movement from laughter* Like, "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi

I was all alone with the love *A night in with the friend group, tight shot on them, one on the couch looking down and the other on the floor looking up, they're talking, softly laughing, there's something between them* of my life, She's got glitter for skin, My *Only one on the shot, almost looking at the camera with a sincere smile* radiant beam in the night, I don't need no light to see you

*One looks up to look at the other, who doesn't notice, with a look that says "i want you to be mine but I can't tell you" and as we get closer to the word hour, the look slides down in deception* Shine, It's your golden *Same shot but it has now become a little melancholic, the person on screen shifts position to show a change of thought and goes back to what they were doing* hour (Oh-oh-oh) You slow down *Wide shot of the friend group dancing in a club, light is only on the two, there's some proximity between the two but it's not very obvious, they're dancing next to each other, it is obviously a little slowed down* time In your *Tighter shot on just them, still dancing next to each other, not looking at each other, a little slower* golden hour (Oh-oh-oh)

*abrupt cut to a calmer scene, shot from behind them, handheld, they're just walking side to side, talking normally* We were just two lovers, Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast, *they're playfighting like children would* burnin' through the summer Radio on blast, make the moment last, *wide shot, slowed down, one's giving a speech, to a small crowd or the group, and everyone is listening* she got solar power, Minutes feel like hours, *Still slowed down, the look of the one speaking now focuses on something specific, clearly making a joke* She knew she was the baddest *Quick shot on the other softly laughing, clearly from has just been said* Can you even imagine fallin' like I did? For the *new shot, but no idea* love of my life She's got *new shot, but no idea* glow on her face A glorious look in her eyes *new shot, but no idea* My angel of light

I was all alone with the *new shot, but no idea* love of my life She's got glitter for skin My *new shot, but no idea* radiant beam in the night I don't need no light to see you

*Again with the look from one to the other, not as sad as the first one, a little flirty/playful, faint smile* Shine It's your golden *The other catches the look and returns it, smile a little bigger* hour (Oh-oh-oh) You slow down *new shot, but no idea* time In your golden hour (Oh-oh-oh)

with every three or four piano notes (the moment when that's the only sound you here at the end of the music), tight shots of them looking at each other, let it be sadly or not

Actually had a date, where he came to my place to cook me dinner, than we watched a film and I was head on his shoulder and we were so close, and he wore nice clothes.

him: What are you looking for ?

- a fight (as i was looking for something in the main fridge)

- have you seen me ? Do you know how much I weight ?

- I remember you telling me but i can't remember it, no.

- 103 kg.

- well, it's well distributed bc you can't even tell. (bc he's also 1m85)"