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margridarnauds · 1 year

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real fic writer asks: 💌 🤲 🕯️ 🎀 💘 💫 If any of these have already been asked, I'm sorry!

Thank you so much for asking!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I don't know if I HAVE a WIP that's anywhere close to being published, but here's a favorite, from the AU where Orléans lives long enough to be released following Thermidor, under the condition that he leaves France in order to go into exile in London:

“She must be pretty good for you to defend her after all she’s done, Égalité!” The man who said it, the brave vainqueur of the Bastille, fell back several feet, being blasted with the force of their combined glares.

Then, with all the effort of Atlas, Orléans put on that broad smile that she knew so well, infuriating in its confidence. “Not at all, my good man! I was simply passing by and saw that there was trouble. I had no idea that Citoyenne Arnaud was the victim for today. But, tell me: Isn’t there something better for you to do? Surely the Republic needs all of its citizens to go about their jobs, for the good of the nation.”

Oh, he was good. She’d almost forgotten how good he was in all the time that it’d been since the last time she’d seen him like this, totally in his element.

“Ridding the Republic of traitorous scum like this is my business.” The man stood tall, hand on his hips, and she could see several nods from the crowd.

“Of course, and you do it very well.” Bold as fucking brass, Orléans walked over to him, patting his shoulder. “Though, surely, there must be something else that you want.” He held out a single, gleaming bronze coin, the Phrygian cap clearly displayed.

“You think that you can buy off good patriots?” The man asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Not at all, certainly!” Orléans tossed the coin into the crowd, the bronze gleaming before hitting the crowd, followed by ten, twenty, thirty more, and the crowd scrambled to grab them, falling over one another to get to the coins.

“You can-You can do your tricks on any number of them as you want, I won’t budge.”

“Oh,” Orléans’ smile was broad as ever, but cold, colder than a frost in the dead of winter. “I would never expect you to. But now, you see, there is only one of you and two of us. And, of course, I’m sure, in the current spirit of liberté, égalité, and fraternité, the police will be thrilled to know that such an honest, forthright man exists. Though, of course, if you wanted to simply walk away…”

The man looked between the two of them and the crowd, still focused on scrambling for whatever coins they could get ahold of.

“Citoyenne Arnaud,” Orléans nudged her. “Come.”

“Anyway,” Margrid said, taking the opportunity to stomp on the man’s feet as she walked past, “I’m his cousin. By marriage!”

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

I get to work with characters I love, explore dynamics that I enjoy, research time periods that are near and dear to my heart. It's a nice refuge.

I noticed it used the candle emoji twice so I'll answer both:

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

I think every single fic is hard in its own way, especially since these days I'm basically fighting my own brain to get anything out at all (please don't be worried, it's just...the way things are now, I'm fine or...at least, as fine as possible.) And most of my fics end up taking me places that I never thought I'd go to, especially when I really hit the research hard. So I'm going to answer this from multiple angles:

There's one that...it's mostly done, but it's never been published and I don't know if it ever WILL be published, which would have been a part of the Irish Mythology College AU. And the reason why I don't know if it ever will be is that I started it when I was in my flat in Ireland, quietly going insane during the early pandemic, in a very precarious place with where I was as a scholar, where I was in terms of where I was situated, and then...well. We know what happened. It's very hard for me, sometimes, to look at that one. One day, I will hopefully finish it, at least for my own sake, but it's still quite a sore subject. It's more autobiographical than usual -- I've always been very honest about the fact that I feel like I've put more of myself into Lazare, Margrid, and Bres than any other characters I've written, even though every character I've written has little bits of me here and there -- but it's even more so than usual. And in that fic, it's a character very much like me in many ways, struggling with inner demons that mirror a lot of struggles that I've had, facing down a very, very painful situation that I had to face down and that had long-ranging consequences, and, having lived through it, the ending wasn't particularly happy. Hopefully, one day it will be. He isn't *dead.* (Come on, nothing can kill Bres -- Lugh tried, and even then, he keeps popping up in texts. The man's like a cockroach.) The fic was slated to end on a note of uncertainty. But, until then, it's probably the one fic of mine that I have the hardest time staring down, because it's looking into a mirror and, specifically, looking into a mirror at a past version of myself where I know what's going to happen.

The hardest *published* story I think I've ever written was probably Damage Control, just because I did do research on celebrity nude leaks, their reaction to it, the PR that follows, the consequences it could have on their lives, and it was very, very depressing. In some ways, it's easier for me to write about an atrocity that happened two hundred years ago than it is to write about something that happened ten years ago. Like, seeing 18 year old Vanessa Hudgens having to APOLOGIZE for her nudes being leaked made me lose faith in humanity. On the reverse side, it WAS very satisfying to see Richard and Emma get a little bit of revenge, and I think that seeing the impact it'd had, seeing how misogynistic the industry was, really did make me write it better and more sensitively. (I never explicitly said in the fic if there were any nude photos leaked, that was a conscious decision to (1) not make it something salacious or make it trauma porn and (2) to focus on the hurt of it instead. In my mind, there were, but I deliberately left it ambiguous.)

There's one that's been a WIP for a little while that would have Ronan and Lazare having a fight over the possibility of Lazare taking a wife and, honestly, I thought it would be fine, especially since...it's something you know happened historically. Plenty of gay men married and had children with women, plenty of gay women had children with men. It was the norm. But actually writing it out, it was this one moment of "Oh. This really happened." Like, it isn't that I didn't care about those people until I wrote a fic about it, it was more that, when I was writing that scene out, it wasn't JUST those two I was seeing, it was every couple throughout history who'd had that kind of argument and who'd wanted to get married and spend their lives together but couldn't because they were born in the wrong time. And that one ends well, but it did hit me like a brick to write that scene.

🕯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

It can create a really supportive, friendly environment. Especially when you're writing for smaller fandoms, it can be a very isolating experience, and it's great to know that you're not alone, that someone likes your odd little thing and is interested in it. As someone who is extremely socially anxious and can sometimes struggle to write my thoughts out on a fic, I usually just remember how *I* feel when I read reviews, even when I'm too busy squeeing over the review to respond.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Answered here!

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

Answered here!

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

Honestly, I'm really happy for any type of comment, especially if it's not "More" or "Can you write this from the other character's perspective instead?" I do love the in-depth reviews that really dig into the fic, I always love getting those, or the ones that are shorter but that tell me what someone's favorite lines are. There are some lines that I know are *my* favorite lines, but it's always great to see when they hit or, alternatively, when something I didn't think was my best really hits.

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aseanmaee · 3 months

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La France : Quand la Mode, la Cuisine et l'Art se Rencontrent

Bonjour! Je m'appelle Asean Mae. Je suis étudiante en services de vol et je rêve de voyager à travers le monde un jour. Aujourd'hui, je vous invite à explorer et à parler de la belle et élégante France.

https://www.cntraveler.com/story/the-french-city-youll-fall-for

La France est un pays situé en Europe de l'Ouest. Sa superficie est de 551 695 kilomètres carrés et sa population est d'environ 67 millions d'habitants. La langue principale parlée en France est le français.

La France, un pays emblématique de l'Europe, est réputée pour sa riche histoire, sa culture diversifiée et sa cuisine délicieuse. De Paris, la ville de l'amour et des lumières, à la Côte d'Azur avec ses plages pittoresques, la France offre une variété de paysages à couper le souffle. Les majestueux châteaux de la Loire, les vignobles de Bordeaux et les villages médiévaux d'Alsace sont des trésors qui n'attendent qu'à être découverts.

Exploring the Beauty of France

La France: Faits intéressants sur la France

France is known as the foundation of haute couture, home to prominent fashion houses like Chanel, Dior, and Louis Vuitton. Paris Fashion Week is one of the most prestigious events in the fashion world.

The Louvre Museum is the world's largest art museum, covering 72,735 square meters and housing around 380,000 artifacts, including 35,000 works of art displayed in eight sections. It is home to Leonardo da Vinci's "Mona Lisa," protected in a climate-regulated, bulletproof glass case.

3. France is renowned for its superb gastronomy, which includes a diverse range of cheeses, wines, and pastries. French culinary techniques and foods, such as croissants, escargots, and coq au vin, are popular worldwide.

4. The French flag, known as the "Tricolore," consists of three vertical stripes in blue, white, and red.

5. The national motto of France is "Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité," which means "Liberty, Equality, Fraternity."

Things To do In France

Festivals: France's cultural agenda is enriched by lively festivals that honor art, music, and customs. One of the most renowned is the Cannes Film Festival, which occurs annually in May. This esteemed occasion not only presents the latest cinematic works of art but also draws in Hollywood celebrities and filmmakers from around the world, turning Cannes into a global center of elegance and film.

Another standout event is the Avignon Festival, held every summer in the historic city of Avignon. Recognized for its groundbreaking theater performances and artistic creativity, the Avignon Festival attracts theater aficionados and artists from various corners of the globe. The city's medieval alleys and ancient theaters create a charming setting for this celebration of ingenuity and cultural interchange.

In addition, France's festival landscape extends beyond Cannes and Avignon. Throughout the year, diverse regions host a plethora of cultural celebrations that exhibit the country's abundant heritage and artistic variety. From music festivals dedicated to jazz in Nice to traditional folk festivals in Brittany, there is something to suit every preference and interest.

These festivals not only entertain and motivate participants but also enrich France's cultural fabric, nurturing a sense of unity and pride in the nation's artistic accomplishments. Whether you are a movie enthusiast, a music aficionado, or simply intrigued by different cultures, France's festivals provide a distinctive chance to immerse yourself in a realm of creativity and festivity.

Skiing

France is unquestionably a skier's paradise, with world-class ski resorts tucked in the gorgeous French Alps. Les Trois Vallées, one of the world's most recognized ski destinations, has an enormous network of slopes that appeal to skiers of all skill levels, from beginners to specialists. The sheer expanse of this ski region, together with its modern facilities and breathtaking landscape, makes it a must-see for any skiing enthusiast. Chamonix, another gem in the French Alps, is known for its difficult terrain and the spectacular Mont Blanc background. This resort draws thrill-seekers and adrenaline addicts who want to test their boundaries on steep descents and off-piste experiences. The French Alps provide not only excellent skiing options but also a rich cultural experience. Visitors may immerse themselves in the lovely mountain communities, sample exquisite local cuisine, and learn about the region's unique blend of French and alpine traditions. Besides the ski slopes, the region has beautiful natural beauty, with snow-capped peaks, crystal-clear lakes, and lush woods providing a picturesque backdrop for outdoor activities. Aside from skiing, the French Alps offer a diverse selection of winter activities such as snowboarding, snowshoeing, ice climbing, and sledding. Whether you are an experienced winter sports enthusiast or a beginner looking to try something new, this snow-covered wonderland has everything for everyone. The region's varied terrain gives unlimited options for exploration and enjoyment, ensuring that anyone who comes.

History and Architecture

Exploring France's rich history through its stunning architecture and landmarks is like stepping back in time, leaving an unforgettable mark on every visitor. One of the top reasons to visit France is to experience its remarkable architectural heritage, spanning centuries and featuring diverse styles from Gothic cathedrals to medieval castles and ancient Roman ruins.

A must-see in France is the Palace of Versailles, a symbol of royal grandeur.

In Paris, the Notre Dame Cathedral showcases Gothic architecture at its finest. Its imposing façade, adorned with detailed sculptures and gargoyles, is awe-inspiring. Climbing to the top offers breathtaking views of the city, while inside, the stained glass windows create a magical atmosphere that speaks of spiritual devotion and artistic brilliance.

No visit to Paris is complete without a visit to the Louvre Museum, a treasure trove of art and history. Standing before the Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci.

Heading south to Carcassonne, Designated as a UNESCO World Heritage site, Carcassonne's ramparts evoke tales of knights and battles, while its narrow streets reveal centuries of local life and resilience.

Further south, in Nîmes and Arles, ancient Roman ruins like amphitheaters and aqueducts tell the story of France's ancient past and the enduring legacy of Roman engineering and culture.

Exploring France's history and architecture is a journey of discovery and admiration. Each landmark tells a story of resilience, creativity, and cultural evolution, inspiring visitors worldwide to connect with its rich past.

Aesthetic Streets

France's enchanting streets, like Montmartre in Paris, exude unique character and charm with cobblestone lanes, bohemian spirit, and artistic legacy. Gordes in Provence offers honey-colored stone houses, narrow alleyways with flowers, and medieval architecture, evoking rural tranquility and Provençal charm.

French cuisine is renowned globally for its elegance, variety, and rich culinary legacy. Here are some fundamental elements that characterize French cuisine:

1. Regional Variety: The culinary landscape of France is diverse, and influenced by its different regions. Each region features its own specialties and traditional dishes that highlight local ingredients and cooking methods. For instance, Provence is recognized for its use of herbs and seafood, while Alsace is renowned for its hearty dishes like choucroute (sauerkraut with sausages and meats).

2. French cuisine emphasizes the use of fresh, seasonal ingredients. Whether it's seafood from the coasts or robust meats and cheeses from the countryside, French chefs prioritize quality and flavor in their creations.

3. The art of sauce making is a hallmark of French cuisine, with sauces often considered the highlight of a dish. Time-honored sauces like Béchamel, Hollandaise, and Velouté are the building blocks of many French recipes, enhancing the depth and richness of meats, seafood, and vegetables.

4.Signature Dishes: Iconic French dishes include Coq au Vin (chicken braised in red wine), Bouillabaisse (Provencal fish stew), Ratatouille (vegetable stew), Escargots (snails), and Crème Brûlée (custard dessert with caramelized sugar).

5. Bread and Pastries: Bread plays a significant role in French cuisine, with baguettes and croissants serving as emblematic symbols of French baking. Pastries like éclairs, macarons, and tarts demonstrate French expertise in patisserie, blending precision with creativity.

6. Wine and Cheese: France is globally acclaimed for its wines and cheeses, integral components of French gastronomy. Each region produces unique wines (such as Bordeaux, Burgundy, and Champagne) and cheeses (like Camembert, Roquefort, and Brie), often enjoyed together in traditional meals.

7. Global Culinary Influence: French culinary techniques, including sautéing, braising, and baking, have significantly impacted global cooking styles. French chefs and restaurants worldwide continue to establish benchmarks of excellence in the culinary realm.

French cuisine epitomizes a love for food, a respect for heritage, and a dedication to excellence that has positioned it as one of the world's most esteemed culinary traditions. Delving into French gastronomy offers a voyage through history, culture, and the art of relishing life's pleasures at the dining table.

FAMOUS PERSON

Édith Piaf - La Voix Emblématique de la France

Édith Piaf, a great French singer and cultural icon, was born on December 19, 1915, in Paris, France, and died on October 10, 1963. She was recognized for her passionate voice and moving performances. She is still one of the most beloved figures in French music history, attracting audiences with her powerful vocals and emotional lyrics.

international career from the 1930s until the 1960s when she released hits including "La Vie en Rose," "Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien," and "Milord." She became known as "The Little Sparrow" (La Môme Piaf) and won over admirers all over the world thanks to her exceptional ability to portray unadulterated emotion through her singing.

Cultural Impact: Édith Piaf's songs resonated emotionally with audiences and broke beyond language boundaries since they often reflected her own turbulent life experiences. Her work continues to inspire a new generation of musicians and artists and is an enduring symbol of French culture.

Researching France has been a voyage of discovery and enchantment. It's easy to fall in love with this country even before you visit. France's rich culture, refinement of fashion, quality of food, and beauty of landscapes all contribute to its attraction as a travel destination. Whether it's lively festivals, thrilling ski slopes, or historical buildings, France has something for everyone. This exploration has increased my appreciation for France and sparked a desire to see everything the country has to offer firsthand. I'm looking forward to seeing France and experiencing its wonders. There are so many things I'd like to do in France. I can't wait to see the "Mona Lisa" at the Louvre, snowboard in the French Alps, and explore the quaint flower shops and cafés. I would love to visit and try different restaurants in different cities in France, and create memories on every street and in every city I visit.

Each of these activities is sure to be unforgettable.

Et vous? Qu'est-ce que vous aimeriez faire ou quelle est la première chose que vous voulez faire lorsque vous visitez la France ?,

Quelle région de la France aimeriez-vous visiter en premier, et pourquoi ?,

Quel plat traditionnel français avez-vous le plus envie de goûter ?

REFERENCES

The best French festivals you don’t want to miss. Expatica France. (2024, May 15). https://www.expatica.com/fr/lifestyle/holidays/top-french-festivals-444873/

France ski holidays - why ski france - France ski packages. Top Snow Travel. (n.d.-a). https://www.topsnowtravel.com/resources/france-ski-holidays/#:~:text=France%20has%20the%20world’s%20largest,ski%20resorts%20to%20choose%20from!

France ski holidays - why ski france - France ski packages. Top Snow Travel. (n.d.-b). https://www.topsnowtravel.com/resources/france-ski-holidays/#:~:text=France%20has%20the%20world’s%20largest,ski%20resorts%20to%20choose%20from!

Guillaume Thyebaut Co Founder, & Emilie Thyebaut Founder & Owner Grew up in a Bed & Breakfasts in the Loire Valley. (n.d.). Why France is the world’s top tourist destination. Why France is the World’s Top Tourist Destination - Travel Blog | France Just For You. https://www.france-justforyou.com/blog/why-france-is-the-worlds-top-tourist-destination#:~:text=France%20has%20a%20wide%20range,a%20big%20draw%20for%20tourists.

Skiing in the French Alps - a ski resorts guide • ultimate France. Ultimate France. (2023, December 5). https://www.ultimatefrance.com/skiing/french-alps

Édith Piaf - songs, Movies & Death. (n.d.-a). https://www.biography.com/musician/edith-piaf

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aurianneor · 6 months

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Absences from work

Everyone talks about absence from work. But if you don’t show up for work, it’s professional misconduct and you can be fired for it. What we’re talking about is absence from work, which is justified by a sick leave, i.e. due to illness. To speak of absence from work without mentionning illness is to question the competence of the doctor who is supposed to make sick leaves without cause, and to deny the suffering of those who are absent from work.

We also hear the expression “call in sick”, as if we had a choice, as if it were something we could do without cause. Either you’re sick, or you’re able to go to work. It’s up to the doctor to judge, not the patient.

The image of the absentee is linked to that of a deserter who would compromise the outcome of the war.

There’s also the suffering of those who can’t take a break and hurt themselves even more. They continue to work when they should be at home, because of a moral rather than a medical judgment. They’re afraid they won’t get their contract renewed, won’t get a promotion or will be fired on the grounds that they’re lazy. They are made to feel guilty because others have done the work for them. But in the case of sick leave, it’s the social security system that pays the salary. Why doesn’t the employer hire replacements?

The work overload transferred to the other employees results in a cascade of sick leave, as the overwork makes them ill.

In addition, there are cases of sick leave absences due to a lack of flexibility on the part of the employer. Health appointments must be guaranteed. If the employer refuses to make arrangements, a sick leave is required.

Employers have a responsibility to provide a non-toxic work environment. Some people fall ill because the pressure is too great, or because they are harassed. What’s more, when people are forced to work beyond the age of 55, there will be sick leave. If retirement is only possible at 67, those who age badly will fall ill.

Business CEO are entitled to nothing. Their status does not allow them to take vacations or leave when they are ill. They are not entitled to unemployment cover. This creates an imbalance with employees. Why do they have this status? Everyone should have the same rights.

It’s true that there are some slackers, but we have to target them and accuse only those who are guilty.

This discourse is toxic.

Health insurance pays for these absences from work. Yet 60% of workers have “bullshit jobs”. In other words, the community is paying for work that provides no service whatsoever. If we implemented a universal basic income and eliminated these jobs that provide no service, there would be fewer absences, because there would be fewer employees and there would be a better pool of replacements.

Lack of confidence comes at a price. Since you need a medical leave, you have to go to the doctor. But there are waiting lists. Which means more days off work just to see the doctor. For minor ailments, trust should be enough. There’s no need to go and spread germs at the doctor’s, or to pay people to check that there’s a sick leave. The cost of checking is monstrous, and we’re blocking doctor’s appointments that could be more useful. Some people will cheat, but it will cost less in the end.

The motto is Liberté Egalité Fraternité (Liberty Equality Fraternity); we rely on trust that benefits us all. A controlling society is detrimental to all. Fraternity enables everyone to live in dignity, without conditions. There will be slackers and lazy people who will have to be sorted out, but the result for the whole is better.

What matters is that the work is well done and useful; it’s not how much time you spend at work.

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L’ absentéisme au travail: https://www.aurianneor.org/l-absenteisme/

What you work for matters: https://www.aurianneor.org/what-you-work-for-matters-peaceful-environment-for/

Work: https://www.aurianneor.org/work-work-1915-charlie-chaplin/

Travail, Famille, Consommation vs Liberté Egalité, Fraternité: https://www.aurianneor.org/travail-famille-consommation-vs-liberte-egalite/

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ammg-old2 · 1 year

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The French Revolution (1789-1799) was a period of major societal and political upheaval in France. It witnessed the collapse of the monarchy, the establishment of the First French Republic, and culminated in the rise of Napoleon Bonaparte and the start of the Napoleonic era. The French Revolution is considered one of the defining events of Western history.

The Revolution of 1789, as it is sometimes called to distinguish it from later French revolutions, originated from deep-rooted problems that the government of King Louis XVI of France (r. 1774-1792) proved incapable of fixing; such problems were primarily related to France's financial troubles as well as the systemic social inequality embedded within the Ancien Régime. The Estates-General of 1789, summoned to address these issues, resulted in the formation of a National Constituent Assembly, a body of elected representatives from the three societal orders who swore never to disband until they had written a new constitution. Over the next decade, the revolutionaries attempted to dismantle the oppressive old society and build a new one based on the principles of the Age of Enlightenment exemplified in the motto: "Liberté, égalité, fraternité."

Although initially successful in establishing a French Republic, the revolutionaries soon became embroiled in the French Revolutionary Wars (1792-1802) in which France fought against a coalition of major European powers. The Revolution quickly devolved into violent paranoia, and 20-40,000 people were killed in the Reign of Terror (1793-94), including many of the Revolution's former leaders. After the Terror, the Revolution stagnated until 1799, when Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821) took control of the government in the Coup of 18 Brumaire, ultimately transitioning the Republic into the First French Empire (1804-1814, 1815). Although the Revolution failed to prevent France from falling back into autocracy, it managed to succeed in other ways. It inspired numerous revolutions throughout the world and helped shape the modern concepts of nation-states, Western democracies, and human rights.

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westsahara · 2 years

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Die afrikanische Presse hebt den Beitritt von 3 neuen Staaten zum Aufruf von Tanger zum Ausschluss der sogenannten „DARS“ hervor, die Weichen für den Ausschlussprozess aus der AU stellend

Dakar-Mehrere afrikanische Medien haben den jüngsten Beitritt von drei neuen Staate des afrikanischen Kontinents zum „feierlichen Aufruf zum Ausschluss der sogenannten „DARS“ aus der Afrikanischen Union“, bekannt als „den Aufruf von Tanger“, hervorgehoben, betonend, dass der Prozess des Ausschlusses dieser Marionettenentität aus den Gremien der AU ins Leben gerufen werden sollte.

Die afrikanischen Medien berichten über die jüngste Unterzeichnung in Marrakesch während dieser ersten Begegnung des "Aufrufs von Tanger" durch drei ehemalige Außenminister Lesothos, Madagaskars und Gambias, der am 04. November 2022 in Tanger erstmals unterzeichnet worden ist.

Mit Herrn Lesego Makgothi, dem ehemaligen Außenminister des Königreichs Lesotho, Herrn Patrick Rajoelina, dem ehemaligen Außenminister der Republik Madagaskar und Herrn Lamine Kaba Badjo, dem ehemaligen Außenminister der Republik Gambia, beläuft sich die Zahl der Unterzeichner von nun an auf 19.

Im Rahmen der Nachbereitung des „feierlichen Aufrufs zur Ausweisung der sogenannten „DARS“ aus der Afrikanischen Union“, bekannt als „den Aufruf von Tanger “, hielten die Unterzeichner dieses Aufrufs am 28. Januar 2019 ihr erstes Folgetreffen in Marrakesch, Marokko, ab, schrieb die ivorische Zeitung „Fraternité Matin“, anmerkend, dass „die Unterzeichner während dieses Treffens ihre Zusage bekräftigt haben, zusammenzuarbeiten und sich untereinander abzustimmen, um diese nichtstaatliche Einheit, die sogenannte „DARS“, aus der Afrikanischen Union auszuschließen.

Die ivorische Veröffentlichung weist zwar darauf hin, dass Reflexionskampagnen zur Entwicklung des „Weißbuchs“ durchgeführt worden sind, betont jedoch, dass dieses Dokument „eine sachliche und historische Argumentation beinhalte“.

Es ist, schreiben die Medien, ein rechtliches und politisches Referenzdokument, „das eine Vision eines vereinten Afrikas und eines erneuerten Panafrikanismus verkörpert, weit weg von den Ideologien einer anderen Zeit.

„Die Unterzeichner des Aufrufs glauben, dass dieser Ausschluss aus rechtlicher Sicht legitim ist. Er sollte auf keinem Fall als unerreichbares Ziel angesehen werden. Darüber hinaus ist er Teil einer günstigen kontinentalen und internationalen Dynamik. Hier sind die Unterzeichner formal, dass Realismus und Pragmatismus vorzuherrschen hat. Alles, was eine Voraussetzung für die Rückkehr der Unparteilichkeit und der Glaubwürdigkeit der panafrikanischen Organisation in Bezug auf die Sahara-Frage darstellt", stellt die Zeitung fest.

Die Weichen für den Ausschlussprozess der sogenannten „DARS“ aus der Afrikanischen Union „sind gestellt“, schrieb seinerseits das Portal „Africa24“, feststellend, dass das von den Unterzeichnern des „Aufrufs von Tanger“ aufbereitete „Weißbuch“ der Fahrplan des Ausschlussprozesses dieser chimärischen Republik aus der AU gewesen sei und sei.

Die Medien rufen in Erinnerung, dass die ehemaligen Ministerpräsidenten und Außenminister Afrikas, welche Unterzeichner des „Aufrufs von Tanger“ am 30. Januar 2023 sind, vom Minister für auswärtige Angelegenheiten, für afrikanische Zusammenarbeit und für die im Ausland lebenden Marokkaner, Herrn Nasser Bourita, empfangen wurden, dem sie „das Weißbuch“ überreichten, „das den Ausschlussprozess dieses Marionettengebilde auf die Schiene brachte“, was vonseiten von mehr als 30 afrikanischen Staaten unterstützt wird.

„Wir stehen in Bezug auf die Frage der sogenannten „DARS“ vor einem sehr heiklen Problem. Es basiert nicht auf Gesetzen, denn sei es der Südsudan oder Südafrika, Simbabwe oder Mosambik, wenn man von anderen Befreiungsbewegungen in Afrika spricht, wurden diese Staaten nie als Mitglieder der Afrikanischen Union anerkannt, bevor sie unabhängig wurden. Daher muss es einen rechtlichen Weg geben, um sicherzustellen, dass sich ein Staat zum Mitglied der Afrikanischen Union auswächst", schrieb das Portal, die Worte des ehemaligen Außenministers Kenias Raphael Tuju weitergebend.

„Die Entwicklung des Weißbuchs des Aufrufs von Tanger zielt den Unterzeichnern zufolge darauf ab, den Zusammenhalt und die Gerechtigkeit innerhalb der Afrikanischen Union zu kräftigen, indem durch den Akt der Vertreibung der sogenannten „DARS“ bewerkstelligt wird, die Situation in der Sahara-Region auf diplomatischer und pragmatischer Ebene zu bereinigen“, machte dieselbe Quelle darauf aufmerksam.

„Wir sind uns alle der Dynamik der marokkanischen Diplomatie bewusst und dieses Weißbuch wird in erster Linie an Staatsoberhäupter und Entscheidungsträger zur Untersuchung weitergeleitet, die dazu verpflichtet sind und waren, damit dieser auf den Weg gebrachte Prozess allen erläutert werden dürfte“, sagen die Medien unter Berufung auf Jean Marie Ehouzou, den ehemaligen Außenminister Benins.

Das „Weißbuch“, das einstimmig von ehemaligen Premierministern und ehemaligen afrikanischen Ministern während des ersten Folgetreffens des „Aufrufs von Tanger“ in Marrakesch am Samstag, dem 28. Januar 2023 verabschiedet wurde, steht nicht der afrikanischen Integration im Wege, stellten die afrikanischen Medien die Behauptung davon auf.

Fast drei Monate nach der Paraphierung am 4. November 2022 in Tanger des „feierlichen Aufrufs zur Ausweisung der sogenannten „DARS“ aus der Afrikanischen Union“, bekannt als „den Aufruf von Tanger“, trafen sich die Unterzeichner des Dokuments am Samstag, dem 28. 2023 in Marrakesch zu ihrem ersten Evaluierungstreffen zusammen, schrieb die afrikanische Presseagentur „APAnews“ in einem Artikel betitelt: „Der Aufruf von Tanger“ besteht auf den Ausschluss der „DARS“ aus der Afrikanischen Union.

Gekräftigt durch die verschiedenen Empfehlungen der panafrikanischen Reflexionskampagne in Hinsicht auf die Einsätze der Afrikanischen Union im Lichte der Sahara-Frage, die während der fünf subregionalen Seminaren erörtert wurden, die zwischen Mai und Oktober 2021 in Nouakchott, Dakar, Accra, Dar Es-Salaam und Kinshasa stattfanden, haben die Unterzeichner des „feierlichen Aufrufs zur Ausweisung der sogenannten DARS“ aus der Afrikanischen Union“ einen Entwurf des „Weißbuchs“ diskutiert und es einstimmig angenommen, nachdem sie „ihre wertvollen Beiträge dazu geleistet haben“, stellt die Agentur fest.

Die Zeitungen „Lesotho Times“, „Allafrica“ und „GhanaWeb“ beschieden ihrerseits, dass zwei Staaten der südafrikanischen Entwicklungsgemeinschaft (SADC), Lesotho und Madagaskar, jedoch auch Gambia, den feierlichen Aufruf zur Ausweisung der sogenannten „DARS“ aus der Afrikanischen Union (AU) unterzeichnet haben, bekannt als „den Aufruf von Tanger“.

„Die drei neuen afrikanischen Staaten haben Ende Januar in Marrakesch beim ersten Treffen der Folgemaßnahmen zum Aufruf von Tanger, der am 4. November 2022 in Tanger erstmals unterzeichnet worden war, ins Papier gebracht“, heißt es in den Bekanntmachungen. Sie sagen in diesem Zusammenhang, dass der "Aufruf von Tanger" ursprünglich von ehemaligen Premierministern und ehemaligen afrikanischen Ministern Guinea-Bissaus, Dschibutis, der Zentralafrikanischen Republik, Somalias, Burkina Fasos, Eswatinis, Benins, der Union der Komoren, Liberias, Gabuns, Malawis, der kapverdischen Inseln, Senegals, der Demokratischen Republik Kongos, Guineas und Kenias unterzeichnet worden ist.

„Allafrica“ schrieb, dass die hochrangigen afrikanischen Würdenträger des „Aufrufs von Tanger“, darunter drei neue Unterzeichner aus Gambia, Lesotho und Madagaskar, ihren Aufruf erneuern, die separatistische Einheit aus dieser afrikanischen Organisation auszuschließen, deren Anwesenheit „als Bremse der regionalen und kontinentalen wirtschaftlichen Integration betrachtet wird“.

Auch andere Medien auf dem Kontinent haben den Beitritt dieser drei neuen Staaten zum „Aufruf von Tanger“ aufs Neue beteuert. Während des Treffens in Marrakesch bekräftigten die 19 Unterzeichner ihre Zusage, zusammenzuarbeiten und diese nichtstaatliche Einheit aus der Afrikanischen Union auszuschließen, immer denselben Quellen zufolge.

„Gekräftigt durch die verschiedenen Empfehlungen der panafrikanischen Reflexionskampagne in Hinsicht auf die Einsätze der Afrikanischen Union im Lichte der Sahara-Frage, die während der fünf subregionalen Seminaren erörtert wurden, die zwischen Mai und Oktober 2021 in Nouakchott, Dakar, Accra, Dar Es-Salaam und Kinshasa stattfanden, haben die Unterzeichner des „feierlichen Aufrufs zur Ausweisung der sogenannten „DARS“ aus der Afrikanischen Union“ einen Entwurf des „Weißbuchs“ diskutiert und es einstimmig angenommen, nachdem sie „ihre wertvollen Beiträge dazu geleistet haben.“

Das „Weißbuch“ räumt ein, dass die Anwesenheit der sogenannten „DARS“, einer nichtstaatlichen Entität einer bewehrten Separatistengruppe innerhalb der AU, die institutionelle Verwundbarkeit der Organisation veranschaulicht und eine unbestreitbare Bremse für die regionale und kontinentale Wirtschaftsintegration darstelle.

Es sei darauf hingewiesen, dass ehemalige Premierminister und ehemalige afrikanische Minister während ihres Treffens in Rabat mit dem Minister für auswärtige Angelegenheiten, für afrikanische Zusammenarbeit und für die im Ausland lebenden Marokkaner, Nasser Bourita, ihm das "Weißbuch" überreichend, dazu aufgerufen haben, die Anwesenheit der sogenannten „DARS“ innerhalb der Afrikanischen Union (AU) als „rechtlichen Wahnwitz“ und als „eine politische Fehlentscheidung“ zu betrachten. Diese ehemaligen afrikanischen Beamten stellten die Präsenz dieser Marionetteneinheit innerhalb der AU an den Pranger.

Als Redner bei dem Treffen betonte Herr Bourita, dass die Anwesenheit der sogenannten „DARS“ „ein institutionelles Hindernis“ und „eine Anomalie“ innerhalb der Afrikanischen Union sei. „Die Existenz der sogenannten „DARS“ ist eine rechtliche Verirrung, weil sie nicht den konstituierenden Elementen eines Staates auf internationaler Ebene entspricht“, unterstrich der marokkanische Minister, fortfahrend: „Ihre Präsenz ist ein institutionelles Hindernis und eine Anomalie innerhalb der panafrikanischen Organisation" und die Existenz der "DARS" stelle ein Problem für Afrika dar.

Quellen:

http://www.corcas.com

http://www.sahara-online.net

http://www.sahara-culture.com

http://www.sahara-villes.com

http://www.sahara-developpement.com

http://www.sahara-social.com

#Sahara Occidental Western Sahara WestSahara Saara Occidental Sara Ocidental CORCAS Polisario RASD SADR Khalihenna Ould Errachid Maroc Marrue

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Ousmane Sonko en vedette dans la presse sénégalaise. Les journaux sénégalais, reçus vendredi à Kafunel, traitent principalement de l'audition du principal opposant politique dans le cadre d'une affaire de viols et menaces de mort. ,Ousmane Sonko ,en vedette ,presse sénégalaise,revue de presse,revue,presse,rétro, Ousmane Sonko en vedette dans la presse sénégalaise [caption id="attachment_318782" align="alignnone" width="1200"] Ousmane Sonko dit non à un test ADN[/caption] Dans sa narration des minutes du face-à-face, hier jeudi, entre Ousmane Sonko, le chef de file de Pastef (Patriotes africains du Sénégal pour le travail, l'éthique et la fraternité) et le doyen des juges, Omar Maham Diallo, Libération indique que l'opposant invoque « encore un complot ». C'est pourquoi, souligne Vox Populi, il « a refusé le test ADN ». À juste raison selon Me Bamba Cissé, l'un des avocats de Sonko cité par ce journal : « Il n'y a pas une once d'élément pouvant accréditer la thèse même d'un acte sexuel consenti entre deux personnes majeures, a fortiori un viol », dit-il. L'Observateur, pour sa part, précise que c'est Amary Faye, le premier substitut du Procureur de la République, qui « a soulevé la possibilité d'un test ADN », mais l'ancien Inspecteur des Impôts et Domaines a préféré garder le silence car convaincu que « le parquet a participé au complot » le visant. Convaincu que « le parquet a participé au complot » [caption id="attachment_318635" align="alignnone" width="1280"] réaction à chaud de Sonko à la fin de son audition ok[/caption] À en croire WalfQuotidien, « Ousmane Sonko adopte la stratégie du défi ». Ce journal fait savoir que le mis en cause dans l'affaire Sweet Beauty, du nom du salon de massage dakarois où se seraient produits les viols sur Adji Sarr, n'a pas voulu « être entendu sur le fond et a dénié au doyen des juges, partial dès sa nomination, toute légitimité (pour le questionner) ». Le maire de Ziguinchor (Sud), mentionne Le Soleil, se présente comme la victime d'un complot ourdi par « le président Macky Sall, Mamour Diallo (actuel directeur de l'Office national de l'assainissement du Sénégal), le Général Moussa Fall, l'ex-Procureur Serigne Bassirou Guèye… ». Pour éviter que le pays ne replonge dans le chaos comme en mars 2021, rapporte Sud Quotidien, l'État « a bunkérisé Dakar, la capitale, (avec) un dispositif sécuritaire impressionnant dans chacun de ses points stratégiques ». Voies menant au domicile de l'opposant « barricadées par les forces de sécurité... » [caption id="attachment_318636" align="alignnone" width="1280"] réaction à chaud de Sonko à la fin de son audition[/caption] En effet, ajoute L'AS, dans la Cité Keur Gorgui, quartier chic de Dakar, toutes les voies menant au domicile de l'opposant « ont été barricadées par les forces de sécurité, perturbant ainsi les déplacements des populations ». Finalement, aucun incident n'a été noté hier parce que, la veille de son audition, le membre de la coalition Yewwi Askan Wi (Libérer le peuple, en langue wolof) a appelé ses partisans au calme. De son côté, EnQuête s'intéresse aux « enjeux politiques d'une affaire judiciaire ». A lire aussi Affaire ‘’Sweat Beauty’’ : Ousmane Sonko ’’a contesté les faits’’ devant le Juge d’instruction (avocat) Pour ce quotidien, « de la suite de ce dossier dépend, en grande partie, l'avenir politique d'Ousmane Sonko. Avec un non-lieu, il s'ouvrira un boulevard pour la Présidentielle (2024). Avec une condamnation, même pour un sursis de plus d'un mois, il risque de ne pas participer » à cette élection. Regain de forme dans la Tanière » des Lions [caption id="attachment_318783" align="alignnone" width="1200"] Ousmane Sonko en vedette dans la presse sénégalaise[/caption] Sur un tout autre sujet, à moins de trois semaines du coup d'envoi de la Coupe du monde au Qatar, Stades remarque « un regain de forme dans la Tanière » des Lions. D'après ce quotidien d'informations sportives, au poste de gardien de but « (Édouard) Mendy signe un retour en grâce au bon moment.

En défense, tout le monde est apte… sauf (Saliou) Ciss et (Moussa) Niakhaté. Au milieu, (Idrissa Gana) Guèye et (Cheikhou) Kouyaté (sont toujours) irrésistibles et Nampalys (Mendy) retrouvé. En attaque, (Sadio) Mané, Boulaye (Dia), Ismaïla Sarr, Iliman (Ndiaye), Bamba (Dieng)… sont déjà prêts ».

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girafeduvexin · 3 days

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L'AU de Gravity Falls (Fraternité Falls ?) avec Ford et Stan en vieux militants de gauche français, ça va me faire ma semaine.

D'un côté, t'as Ford qui était militant au PCF dans les années 70, ancien soixante-huitard (il a tellement fait ses études à Nanterre), limite trotskiste, le gars expert en théorie marxiste, tu débats avec lui et il te sort 45 textes de Marx ou Benjamin qui te contredisent, l'intello de gauche avec ses pulls troués et ses millions de feuilles volantes, mais qui, contrairement à tous ses camarades, ne fait pas de la socio mais de la physique ! Étonnamment, il a cru au programme commun en 81, il a voté pour Mitterrand, et paf en 82, Stan le pousse dans le portail. Il revient en 2012, sous la présidence de Hollande "ah mais le PCF est encore là?" "C'est mort" "c'est à cause du PS, ces sales social-traitres !", il apprend a posteriori la trahison de Mitterand et le tournant de la rigueur "on peut vraiment pas faire confiance à un socialiste", il fume des clopes en rageant devant le Mystery Shack à chaque intervention télévisée de Hollande et il cotise toujours au PCF, malgré tout.

De l'autre, t'as Stan, peu politisé dans son adolescence, et qui passe à côté de mai 68 parce qu'à la rue à ce moment là, qui vit de débrouille, de galère, qui ne vote pas, ne s'intéresse pas à tout ça pendant longtemps parce que bah, ce qu'il veut c'est survivre jusqu'au lendemain et c'est tout. Et puis, il pousse par accident Ford dans un portail, et le voilà bien malgré lui installé à Gravity Falls. Et maintenant que la survie n'est plus un enjeu, sa conscience politique s'éveille et elle est évidemment marquée par ses années de galère. Ces hommes politiques qui parlent d"assistanat", qu'est-ce qu'ils connaissent à la misère ? Stan est pas très cultivé politiquement et il a pas le temps pour ça, il a un portail à réparer et un frère à sauver, mais les mecs en cravate qui parlent sans rien connaître, ça l'enrage. Et ils ont le culot de dire que c'est à cause de l'immigration qu'il y a du chômage en France ! Stan vote LO, NPA, il vote pour des gens du peuple sans jamais adhérer à un parti (mais il a quand même failli être sur une liste électorale locale !) et il emmerde les fachos, par principe, sans vraiment trop creuser derrière. Il entarte des politicards, il fait des manifs sauvages et il tabasse des fachos dès qu'il peut. Au Mystery Shack, à certaines heures, on peut entendre les Béruriers Noirs gueuler "LA JEUNESSE EMMERDE LE FRONT NATIONAL" et Stan corrige "la VIEILLESSE emmerde le front national".

En 2012, Ford revient, Stan et lui se disputent etc, y a l'apocalypse, ils se réconcilient. Ils discutent de tout, de rien, mais pas de politique, parce qu'il y a tellement plus important à ce moment là.

Et puis un soir, alors qu'ils regardent la télé, on annonce au 20h que Hollande va faire une intervention ce soir. Les deux frères sifflent entre leurs dents, sans se concerter :

"Sale traître"

Regards surpris l'un sur l'autre, puis sourires : évidemment. Évidemment.

Stan fume des roulées avec Ford devant le Mystery Shack. Il râle en disant que les hommes politiques ne comprennent pas le peuple, Ford l'accuse en souriant d'être populiste, Stan rétorque que Ford est un "sale coco de merde". Ils rigolent. La vie est belle.

#Fraternité falls #c'est son nom pour moi #gravity falls #j'aime beaucoup l'idée qu'ils soient tous les deux devenus de gauche (même d'extrême-gauche) mais sans se concerter #ford est peut-être inspiré de membres de ma famille dont mon grand-père qui est un ex soixante-huitard #oui je sais que j'ai dit que ford était un militant ps mais en vrai c'est plus marrant s'il est encore au pcf #pour ford imaginez le sketch des inconnus sur le vieux militant communiste #french politics

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Belle Épitaphe

Because this post has lived rent-free in my head for the past six years :’)

Happy Barricade Day, y’all!

ExR, canon compliant(ish) soulmate AU.

As was not uncommon, Enjolras’s parents hosted a party for him when he turned sixteen. Not quite a debut into society, it was instead an opportunity to gather and to wait for the words that would appear on his skin, just as they did on all upon reaching one’s sixteenth birthday.

The words would indicate his soulmark: the last words that his soulmate would ever speak to him.

It was an old tradition, the gathering for the words, dating back as long as any could imagine. But where once an entire village might gather to pray for good words, for words that revealed a name, or clue, of his soulmate’s identity, now it was more a formality to see if his parents need wait for a specific person to marry him off to, or if easier arrangements could be made. Now, instead of praying for a name, his parents – and more than a few young ladies from surrounding houses – hoped for vague words that could be uttered by anyone.

Enjolras hated every minute of it, dressing in uncomfortable, fancy clothing and pretending to make polite smalltalk with all of his parents’ friends. But most of all, he hated the very idea that some words that appeared on his skin might bind him to someone without his – or their – consent.

No matter how unlikely their meeting one day might be.

So he alone did not celebrate when he felt the words sear against his wrist; he alone did not hold his breath as he twisted his arm around to see the words that stood out starkly against his pale skin.

“Do you permit it?” his father read aloud for the assembled crowd, and his mother let out a small, delighted gasp.

“Such romantic words,” she told Enjolras, holding onto his other arm with both hands. “Think of what kind, loving wife will utter those words at the end of your long life.”

There was nothing Enjolras would rather imagine less.

And as he glared down at the words that had appeared on his arm, he vowed silently that he would never allow any to get so close to him as to say those words in any kind of final parting.

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It was, bluntly speaking, an easy vow to make and a far easier one to keep than Enjolras had at first anticipated, in no small part because he escaped from his parents before they could force him into anything resembling a courtship. Once he was in Paris, once he was surrounded by like-minded youths, he felt no need to give literally any thought whatsoever to soulmates, to soulmarks, or to the last words fate had destined someone to speak to him.

It had long since fallen out of fashion to endeavor to search for one’s soulmate, so it was not something of which most young men spoke, save in – gently or otherwise – mocking the lovelorn among them. How many times had Courfeyrac sighed and made an excuse for his errant roommate, telling them, “You really must forgive Marius; he is looking for his soulmate, after all”?

It was something to roll one’s eyes at, if the subject even came up at all.

And around Enjolras, whose sole concern could be best summed by those three words liberté, égalité, and fraternité, it very rarely came up.

He may well have gone to his grave without ever giving it another thought, were it not for a casual utterance by someone he knew not at all.

When the barricades arose, Enjolras was filled with conviction, even more so than what usually filled him, conviction and righteousness enough to displace what little patience he had for things not associated with the Cause for which he had pledged his life, and very likely his death.

Which was perhaps why his temper soured so quickly upon hearing the latest of Grantaire’s many drunken soliloquies. Usually he could block them out, or ignore them as he tended to more important things, but standing on the crest of the barricade, facing down what was to come, he could not find it in himself to ignore it, or Grantaire.

“Grantaire,” he shouted, “go get rid of the fumes of your wine somewhere else than here. This is the place for enthusiasm, not for drunkenness. Don’t disgrace the barricade!”

Had he known what effect his words would have on the man, he might’ve tried shouting at him sooner. Immediately, Grantaire sobered, something Enjolras couldn’t quite read softening his expression. “Let me sleep here,” Grantaire said, almost gently, and Enjolras shook his head, already turning away.

“Go and sleep somewhere else.”

But Grantaire did not turn away, and something in his voice kept Enjolras rooted to the spot where he stood. “Let me sleep here—until I die.”

Anger welled in Enjolras’s chest as he stared balefully at Grantaire. When so many would doubtlessly lose their lives in service of freedom...what right did Grantaire have to use death as a bargaining chip, there of all places?

“Grantaire, you are incapable of believing, of thinking, of willing, of living, and of dying.”

He knew the words were harsh even as he was speaking them, a cold pronouncement of Grantaire’s character. But if Grantaire seemed affected by them, his expression did not show it. Only his tone seemed affected as he told Enjolras, his voice low, “You will see.”

He mumbled something more, something incoherent, but Enjolras was saved from having to decipher what else the man might possibly have said to him, but Bahorel shouting, “Here’s the street in its low-necked dress! How well it looks!”

And then Enjolras’s returned to the barricade and directing the efforts of the newest recruits who had arrived just as the rain stopped. They were a motley assortment of troops, but still Enjolras called each comrade as he gave out instructions.

As he paused near two men arranging a table on its side against the barricade, he could not help but overhear a snippet of their conversation. “I am confident we will survive this,” one said with a grunt as he shouldered the table into place. “After all, my wife did not utter the words marked on me before I left this eve.”

“Strange,” his companion said. “Your wife said the words marked on me when I left her this eve.”

The first man guffawed and shoved his companion with the camaraderie many of their number shared, their jokes about bedding each other’s wife continuing as they headed in the opposite direction, and Enjolras just shook his head before returning to the task at hand.

That should have been the end of it, an offhand joke shared between brothers at arms, but instead, the thought of the last words he might speak or hear stuck with Enjolras, even as the barricade was completed, even as they lost Prouvaire, even as they discovered the spy among them.

He endeavored to put it out of mind, and succeeded in ignoring it until they finally all settled in for the night. Then and only then did the thought begin to twist, low in his stomach. Especially when he thought of what he had said to Grantaire.

To say that Grantaire vexed him was a vast understatement; Grantaire vexed, irritated, confounded, and infuriated him. And yet for all his drunken ramblings and professions of belief in nothing, for his interruptions and distractions, for the way he had offered once to black Enjolras’s boots and for his failure to complete the one task Enjolras had ever deigned to assign him, Enjolras had never once been able to bring himself to send him away.

Not until that night.

And now, as he tried to get what little sleep he could in the shadow of the barricade as they waited for what battle was to come, he felt something like guilt seep through him.

He had not meant it, what he had said to Grantaire, and he knew better than most that the chance of them both surviving the barricade was not high. As much as he had never wished to care about the last words he said to any, the thought that those were the last words Grantaire might ever hear from him was unbearable.

After everything, he owed Grantaire a better farewell than that.

Mind made up, Enjolras stood to return to the Corinthe. The motion woke Combeferre, who had settled nearby. “Enjolras?” Combeferre asked quietly. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Enjolras assured him. “There is simply something that I must do.”

He could not quite make out Combeferre’s expression in the darkness, but he knew him well enough to guess what look he might wear. “The best thing for any of our number right now is sleep,” Combeferre said. “And to let those already asleep continue so undisturbed.”

“And if the last words I said to you were in anger, would you sleep undisturbed?”

There was a challenge in Enjolras’s voice, but Combeferre did not rise to it. “Had I drunk that much wine, I imagine so,” he returned instead. “There is but one thing Grantaire would wish to hear from you, and as you cannot offer that, it is best to let him sleep.”

“Perhaps,” Enjolras said. “But still I must try.”

If Combeferre made any further argument, Enjolras did not linger to hear it, instead slipping into the Corinthe and making his way to where Grantaire still lay with his head against the wooden table, fast asleep. Despite what Enjolras had said to him, his expression looked almost serene in the dim light, and Enjolras hesitated for a moment before shaking his shoulder. “Grantaire,” he said, his whisper sounding overly-loud as it pierced the silence. “Grantaire, wake up.”

Grantaire’s eyes blinked open, and he stared, unfocused, at Enjolras for a moment before his vision cleared enough to recognize the man half-kneeling beside him.

Then, to Enjolras’s surprise, his eyes widened in horror. “No!” he half-shouted, scrambling backwards from Enjolras and almost falling out of his seat. “No, no, please—”

“Grantaire—” Enjolras started, concerned, but Grantaire shook his head wildly.

“Do not speak to me, I beg of you,” he pleaded, and Enjolras frowned.

“I must,” he said firmly, and Grantaire let out what sounded almost like a whimper, covering his face with his hands. “Grantaire, please, you must let me say this. The words I last spoke to you – I would not have my last words to you be in anger.”

Grantaire lowered his hands, looking at once very sad and very tired. “But you must,” he said, sounding more sober than Enjolras had ever heard him. “Those words were the best gift you have ever given me.”

Enjolras’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you—” he started, breaking off when Grantaire turned suddenly, and yanked his shirt up to show Enjolras his back. “Grantaire, what—”

Again he broke off, but this time not in confusion. He broke off in recognition, seeing the words he had spoken reflected back at him from where they were marked on Grantaire’s skin. Almost without meaning to, he raised his hand to trace with trembling fingers the words he had shouted earlier. “Grantaire,” he whispered, though he knew not what to say after that.

Grantaire flinched, just slightly, at the sound of his name, and Enjolras pulled his hand away as if he had been scalded. “So,” Grantaire said, lowering his shirt after the silence that stretched between them had turned uncomfortable. “Now you see.”

Enjolras shook his head slowly. “I do,” he said, “but I also do not. Those are my words, but they are not the last that I will have spoken to you.”

“Apparently not,” Grantaire said. “Though how I wish that they were.”

“What do you—” For the third time in as many minutes, Enjolras broke off as realization hit him. “Because if they had been, I would be your soulmate.”

Grantaire couldn’t seem to meet his eyes. “Long have I imagined what it would be like to hear those words,” he murmured, so quietly that Enjolras could barely hear him. “What might my soulmate be like, to have such harsh words be the last spoken to me? But then I met you, and I knew, if there was any from whom I could hear those words fall off his lips and have them be sweeter than any confession of love…”

He trailed off, and Enjolras bowed his head, his chest feeling tight. He could not pretend that he had been fully unaware of the way Grantaire looked at him, or spoke to him, but to have it confirmed like this was more than he thought he could bear. Especially now, with those words between them and so little time left. “So when I said them earlier…”

“I knew that if I were to die, it would be worth it to know that you were my soulmate.”

Grantaire delivered the words evenly, even as Enjolras looked away. “I am sorry,” he said finally. “For what I said, and for all I have said after if I have ruined what peace you found.”

“May I ask one thing of you?”

Enjolras glanced over at him. “If it is again to black my boots…”

Grantaire barked a laugh. “No,” he said. “I wish to know what words are marked on your skin.”

Enjolras hand flew almost immediately to the words on the inside of his arm, and he rubbed them subconsciously. “I am not certain what good it would do now,” he hedged.

“Perhaps none. But that does not change the fact that I wish to know.”

Enjolras hesitated before bowing his head in acquiescence and rolling his shirtsleeve up until the words were revealed, as dark and imposing as they had been when first they had appeared so many years before. He thrust his arm toward Grantaire, who bent his head to read the words silently to himself. Then he straightened and met Enjolras’s eyes. “I have seen the problem.”

Enjolras frowned, rolling his shirtsleeve down again. “What problem?”

Grantaire nodded toward his arm. “I’ve once asked you for permission to do anything.”

Enjolras laughed, a sharp, surprised sound. “I suppose not,” he agreed.

“And I doubt that even now I shall suddenly start.”

“Again, I suppose not.” Enjolras hesitated. “I have never given much thought to my soulmate, even to the idea in general. What good is a soulmate found only at death? My concern is with the rights of the living. Including the right to never find their soulmate if they do not wish.”

Grantaire’s eyes flew to his. “I would never dream—” he started, but Enjolras shook his head.

“I know,” he said softly. “And yet, there is a part of me that now hopes that I will not go to my death without hearing you say those words.”

He would never know what possessed him to say it – undoubtedly, the same instinct that had driven him to wake Grantaire in the first place, the same instinct that had stopped him from removing Grantaire from their meetings all these years, the same instinct that drew them together when they were the last two in the Musain late at night. It was that same instinct that made him painfully aware how close they were even then, and how little effort it would take to close that space and press his lips against Grantaire’s.

But he was saved from that instinct by Grantaire saying, quietly, “I am sorry.”

Enjolras blinked, confused by the apology. “What for?”

“That I will never speak those words.”

“Even if I were your soulmate, I don’t think I could ever bring myself to.” Grantaire gave Enjolras a small, sad smile, and the breath seemed to catch in Enjolras’s throat. “To utter the words that would sever us...if those are the last words that I am to speak to you, then I would rather be struck dumb than speak our last.”

This time, when Enjolras again felt the instinct to close the space between them, he did not fight it, leaning in to kiss Grantaire. Grantaire was frozen for a brief moment before melting against Enjolras, curling one hand in Enjolras’s shirt and pulling him even closer. Enjolras reached up to cup Grantaire’s cheek, kissing him desperately, the weight of the moment leaving him wishing he could stretch the kiss into infinity.

But all too soon, he knew he had to pull away, to end the moment, because he knew Grantaire would never have been able to bring himself to. “I love you,” Grantaire told him, his hand still balled in Enjolras’s shirt, and Enjolras covered his hand with his own, squeezing his hand gently.

“I know.”

“Will you do one more thing for me?” Enjolras did not answer, just looked at Grantaire expectantly, and Grantaire swallowed, hard, before asking, a little hoarsely, “Will you say them again to me?”

Enjolras knew instantly that he meant the words he had spoken earlier, the ones written on Grantaire’s skin. “Grantaire—” he started, the name sticking in his throat.

“Please.”

Enjolras released Grantaire’s hand. “I cannot,” he said softly. “They were needlessly cruel then, and unspeakably so now.”

Grantaire just lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Perhaps,” he said. “And yet, I am asking you to.”

Enjolras tilted his head, trying to read Grantaire’s expression. “Why?”

“Because hearing you speak those words again…I will go to my death with a smile. It is all I have ever wanted, to hear those words from you. And I beg of you the chance to hear them again.”

Again, Enjolras’s chest felt unbearably tight. “Grantaire—”

“I have been resigned to my fate for longer than you could ever know,” Grantaire told him, though there was no resignation in his expression. Just something as close to hope as Enjolras had ever seen there. “Will you not do me this last kindness?”

“Grantaire—”

Grantaire’s expression did not flicker. “One way or another, I die with this barricade. So I beg of you, let me die in peace knowing, for however brief, that you were mine.”

For the third time, Enjolras said his name, but this time, it was not to deny him. “Grantaire—” He could barely speak around the lump in his throat, but he knew he must. He owed Grantaire this much. “You are incapable of believing—” Grantaire’s eyelids fluttered closed and Enjolras could not help himself, reaching out to again touch Grantaire’s cheek, his fingers so pale against the flushed skin. “—of thinking, of willing, of living—” His voice broke, and Grantaire opened his eyes and reached up to lay his hand over Enjolras’s, turning his head to press a kiss, featherlight, against Enjolras’s palm. “—of dying.”

They stayed like that for a long moment until Grantaire let go of Enjolras’s hand. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Now go. And if the Lord is kind, I will see when I wake.”

Enjolras bowed his head and swallowed, hard, before nodding, just once, and retreating from the Corinthe without speaking another word.

It was done.

And he had a battle to prepare for, one he hoped would make him forget how much, in that moment, he wished to hear Grantaire say the words marked on his own skin.

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It was fitting, in a twisted sort of way, that Enjolras found himself back there, not even twelve hours later, backed into a corner with the barrels of twelve guns aimed at him.

They had offered to bandage his eyes, but Enjolras wished to stare down his death with what defiance he had remaining. He lifted his chin as the sergeant repeated his order, “Take aim!”

But then, another voice shouted from beyond them, a voice that Enjolras knew, a voice he had resigned himself to never hearing again: “Long live the Republic! I am one of them.”

There were no words that Enjolras could muster as Grantaire crossed the room to stand next to him, but he did not need any.

His words to Grantaire would be his last. For whatever peace it might bring both of them.

“Finish up both at one blow,” Grantaire said to the sergeant before turning to Enjolras.

As their eyes met, Enjolras understood, finally. Romantic, his mother had called the words on his arm, because she had envisioned them said by a doting spouse at the end of a long life. But she could never have imagined how much more beautiful they would be when spoken by someone he had not realized until too late was the one person who could ever have been his soulmate, the one with whom he would die in service of the idea of freedom for all men.

“Do you permit it?” Grantaire asked. The first, last and only time Grantaire had ever asked his permission. The only time he had ever needed to.

And Enjolras wordlessly pressed his hand with a smile.

#exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #combeferre #fanfiction #les miserables #barricade day #canon era #soulmate au #we love pain and suffering #implied major character death #canonical major character death #because again...barricade day

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frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut · 2 years

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…ALL USELESS FUCKS

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BOOKS…

DEBATES…

TV APPEARANCES…

RALLIES…

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the victims of campaigns are always the people who actually care…

#frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut

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universallywriting · 4 years

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If it’s okay to request, a fic where either steven or Connie get injured and it’s like hurt/comfort fluff. Maybe it’s an injury that healing powers can’t fix entirely. (Even if that probably isn’t possible, but whatever. Fanfics.)

So it’s just... recovery or something?? I’m sorry I think I had a better way to word this but I can’t remember.

I managed to find a reason for Connie, but I struggled to find an in-universe reason for Steven. Future seems to indicate the only time a big physical injury sticks for him is when it’s so massive it overcomes his innate healing, which sounds like it’s just straight up “if you would have died, you get a black eye instead”.

I could do an AU if you want to suggest one for Steven! And I could feasibly see him having a some kind of virus/infection/etc as he’s had allergies in the past, so his magic doesn’t perfectly moderate his immune system. But after everything Steven’s been through I don’t want to beat him up that bad again, lol.

Thank you for the prompt!

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His powers did still flicker out on occasion - his healing most of all. His father sometimes worried it was his fault, because of the lie that he had told years ago, but Steven was sure that it wasn’t. Healing was hard, and it petered out on occasion when his self-confidence dipped.

Which is why it was especially unfortunate that he’d gotten rejected from a small indie label three days before Connie got a concussion during a protest. it wasn’t the biggest deal in the world - he played bars and coffee shops around tow. He’d written songs for friends in the music industry which had seen a surprising amount of success. It was normal to get rejected, even if you were going to be successful some day.

But all those little comforts and nice words didn’t stop his self-confidence from plummeting down to nothing, and though he felt the love he needed to heal, he couldn’t manage to have enough faith in himself to do it.

He sighed as he dimmed the lights in their bedroom, looking at his bedridden fiancé. “I wish you’d skipped this one, just until my healing’s back.”

“Can’t put justice on hold,” she mumbled with a sleepy giggle, then a wince. “Ow. Laughing makes my stitches feel weird.”

She raised her hand to rub them, and he took three quick strides across the room to grab her hand, kissing it gently as he softly reminded her she shouldn’t touch. His voice lowered more now that he was close. “I don’t think it’s putting justice on hold for an American to skip a French protest.”

“Liberté, égalité, fraternité,” she mumbled. “Je voudrais un chocolat chaud con mi empanada manzana.”

He laughed. “Is your concussion breaking your brain or is it just making you silly?”

“Silly.” She squinted, even against the low light of the room. The doctors had promised the concussion was a light one, but it still set him on edge to see a row of stitches over her brow, when normally he could kiss the hurt away. Her voice was soft, a little slurred from her lack of sleep and constant drowsiness. “Thank you. I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Thanks,” he murmured and kissed her brow anyway - not on the stitches, though he desperately wanted to. “But I know this is important to you, and I’ll take care of you until my healing’s back or you get better on your own.”

As he pulled back she whispered, “Steven, don’t leave, okay? It’s been a while since I got hurt this bad. I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. After a brief pause, he laughed. “Actually, I want to go grab the heated blanket and then we can cuddle until we fall asleep.”

"I’m not allowed to fall asleep,” she muttered.

“They took care of you at the doctor, baby.” He pulled her covers up, but she was already groaning with embarrassment as the small lapse in memory passed, her face crinkled with frustration like every time her concussion messed with her head.

“I’m just gonna sleep until I’m better,” she moaned, eyes falling closed. “Don’t leave, okay?”

“Okay.” He went to get the blanket, quick as he could. By the time he slid into bed beside her, she was half-asleep, but she was often half-asleep the past couple days. She snuggled against his chest, and he hoped she’d be able to pass out this time.

“Oh yeah,” she said, her voice muffled by the soft fabric of his shirt. “Steven?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s a good album.” She hugged him a little tighter. “People are gonna like it. It’ll take a while, but I think some indie guy is gonna like it. I like it.”

He blinked back a couple tears, and held her a little closer. “Thanks, Connie. Get some rest.”

#minifig9999 #steven universe #steven universe future #connie maheswaran #connverse #fic

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