#Inspiration de voyage

[massi-arezki]

Comment chaque voyage enrichit ma vie et me transforme ?

Je dis souvent qu’après chaque voyage, je reviens changé, pas totalement, mais je remarque toujours un petit changement dans mes habitudes, surtout après un long voyage de plus d’un mois dans un pays avec une culture et des habitudes de vie complètement différentes de la nôtre. Cela peut être un changement dans ma routine quotidienne, un changement dans mon habitude alimentaire, ou même plus…

[thomtmexploration]

🌌✨ Découvrez avec moi la Galaxie des pierres levées à Crazannes !

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Imaginée en 2005 par l'association Les Lapidiales, cette œuvre unique consiste en un champ de mégalithes. Au cœur de ce lieu magique se trouve une agora entourée de 5 Pierres Mères, représentant les 5 continents. 🌍✨

Autour, 360 sculptures, toutes réalisées à la main par des artistes du monde entier, s'organisent en spirale galactique, inspirées par le nombre d’or et la suite de Fibonacci. 🌠

Les pierres levées, ces majestueux blocs de pierre dressés, sont souvent liées à des rituels anciens et des observations astronomiques. La pierre de Crazannes, avec sa pureté exceptionnelle (98% de calcaire), offre une beauté unique et une durabilité remarquable. 🪨💧

Cette œuvre monumentale sera achevée vers 2060. Ne manquez pas l'occasion de plonger dans cet univers fascinant ! ✨💫

[focusgroupentertainment]

Chioke : L'acteur-chanteur américain ultra séduisant qui fait sensation !

Chioke Dmachi est un artiste aux multiples talents, né à Hollywood, en Californie, le 4 novembre 1983¹²³. Dès son plus jeune âge, il s’est passionné pour le chant et la comédie, et il a suivi sa passion en prenant des cours de théâtre et en rejoignant une agence de talents dès l’adolescence¹². Il est apparu dans diverses émissions de télévision, telles que “Drake & Josh” et “House M.D.”, ainsi…

[livesunique]

The courthouse building for the Tribunal de Commerce,

Paris, France,

Built between 1859 and 1865 on a design by architect Antoine-Nicolas Bailly, inspired by the Renaissance Palazzo della Loggia in Brescia. It was ceremoniously inaugurated by Napoleon III on 26 December 1865.

Credit: Bon Voyage Cleo

[a-book-of-creatures]

Illustration of an ichthyosaur encountering a plesiosaur, from Figuier's La Terre Avant le Déluge (1865).

This image by Édouard Riou was impressive enough that it inspired the battle between the ichthyosaur and the plesiosaur in Jules Verne's Voyage Au Centre de la Terre (Journey to the Center of the Earth) (1867).

Better still, Édouard Riou did the art for that book.

And best of all, he drew the battle twice, once for the frontispiece and once for the actual part in the book.

They don't really do much in the book besides pop out of the water, startle our protagonists, and rip each other to shreds, but it's one of JTTCOTE's most iconic moments. Wouldn't you want to witness a battle to the death between antediluvian marine titans on a vast sea in the center of the earth?

[italian-lit-tournament]

Italian literature tournament - Third round.

Propaganda in support of the authors is accepted, you can write it both in the tag if reblog the poll (explaining maybe that is propaganda and you want to see posted) or in the comments. Every few days it will be recollected and posted here under the cut.

First, propaganda for Ludovico Ariosto, then for Guido Cavalcanti. The quantity of material will be colossal, so just scroll down for more.

For the Ludovico Ariosto stans:

by @larmegliamori

The opposing party has brought on the big guns, I see: us Ariosto girlies, gays and they must bare our teeth and ambitions.

So, here's my two cent on why you should vote Ludovico Ariosto!

Extreme relatability: Deeply entrenched into the politics of his time (as the firstborn of ten children, of which one was disabled and other five were women), but at the same time just wanting to stay home to live of his poetry? Dare I say iconic. Perfect representation of us literature kids.

He actually managed to marry his muse, Alessandra Benucci, and did it respectfully!

Working various jobs for patron(s) he didn't particularly like? Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.

Not to mention his most widely known work, the poem "Orlando Furioso" (The rage of Roland), has all the goos stuff us modern audiences would like! It features:

A wide, diverse cast, spanning from Ireland to India, stretching probably to the (by then) newly discovered Americas;

Fantasy elements: faeries, sorcerers, giants, orcs, the first modern iteration of the hippogryph and even a fantastical voyage to the Moon!

Citations and references galore: from Virgil to Ovid, from old chansons de geste to Boccaccio!

Proto-feminism and gender studies: Ariosto's female characters, although often very feminine, are actively involved in their story arcs. The poem also features two warrior women, Bradamante and Marfisa, the former of which is the protagonist of her own subplot. Said subplot heavily relies on gender, may it be appearances or not. And let's not forget the famous tirade at beginning of the fifth canto, where the author berates femicide! If you're willing to open your heart to his writing, Ludovico Ariosto reveals himself to be a compelling, layered, modern author, and yet there's a levity to his writing that works like a balm. Vote for Ludovico Ariosto (even if only for the memes)!

I'd also like to add that Ariosto's Orlando Furioso, in the 70s, got a theatrical AND television adaptation that was too campy for its own good.

It featured, amongst other things:

- 1500s inspired costuming (it sure was... A choice but I'm not complaining)

- Mechanic horses (that literally ran on rails) and hippogryph:

- Olympia of Holland, one of the most tragic characters in all the poem, as a vamp (slay):

(Posing with Orlando/Roland in on the left, with her lover Bireno on the right)

- Astolfo literally ENTERING INTO A HOLE TO GET TO THE MOON:

The television adaptation was partly shot in the famous Baths of Caracalla, in Rome. If you want to witness this masterpiece yourself, it's on YouTube! In two parts.

Remember to always stan Zio Ludo, and vote for him! ✨

Hello everyone! For today's Ariosto Propaganda Piece, I'd like to talk about the Satire.

Those seven pieces written in terzina dantesca (because our boy Ludo knew how to pick his role models) are an interesting insight about early 1500s society and Ariosto's character and private life. They all start from an actual event in his life and enlarge towards society as a whole, often with a critical eye towards it.

The first one, destined to his brother Alessandro and a friend, starts these absolutely iconic lines:

[Quick translation: Ruggiero, if you make me so ungrateful in the eyes of your descendants, and it bears me no advantage to have sung your worth and your mighty deeds, why should I stay here, since I don't know how to cut huns on a fork, nor how to hunt games with hawks or dogs?]

A bit of context: Ariosto's first patron, bishop Ippolito d'Este, had to move from Italy to Hungary and wanted all his court to follow him. Ariosto refused because of health and family matters, and he was threatened with the loss of all the benefits he had previously granted him. Note that Ariosto was basically a kind of personal secretary to Ippolito, carrying out different important missions for him, and even risked his life a couple times to carry them out. So it's understandable he feels disappointed at his patron's reaction... and that's why, in this more "private" writings, he complains with Ippolito's ancestor, the hero Ruggiero he had extensively wrote about in his main poem.

Honestly, a genius move. Not something you see often in poetry, is it? Another reason why you need to vote for this man ;)

For the Guido Cavalcanti stans:

Propaganda in favor of Guido Cavalcanti by @eresia-catara

May I add further propaganda for Guido: He's a noble, he disdains aristocrats, he was Florence's number one Server of Cunt, he was the city's faggot, he was heretical, he went on a random pilgrimage but interrupted it and managed to be buried in a church anyway, he had an archenemy who sent some men to murder him on said pilgrimage, he came back and tried to murder him back in plain daylight, he gave zero fucks about politics, he got exiled because he was considered a menace for the city. He SAW DANTE's poetical talent, encouraged it, shaped it, and through him the whole of italian literature. Think about it. Also they became besties until they evolved to a tormented psychosexual haunting dynamic (see break-up poem) where Dante himself actually exiled him. In the 13th century his poetry anticipates so many of the literary themes of the XXth century, going from fragmentation of the self (his is basically vivisection and dispersion of his parts), to dissociation from one's own mind and body, lack of identity, irony, desecration, his poetry is full of schizophrenic-like hallucinations, reading them is truly a trip, and yet his language is profoundly meoldic and sweet. And there's also gender-fuckery. and theater, of course, because his poems develop like a scene from a theater (adding layers to the dissociation). So really he has it all guys.

The thing is, Ariosto feels very contemporary but Guido is the og relativist and unreliable narrator. His poetry offers NO truth whatsoever you only have a sequence of schizophrenic hallucinations and what he describes only seems like it's real but who knows, the narrator is dead, how can he even speak or if he's alive he's not because he has dissociated himself from his body and is only coldly contemplating his own murder. He's not reliable because he has lost his reason, his soul has crubled into pieces and each piece has fled his body. Also he hears voices, and feels a sadistic presence in his mind in the form of a woman watching him die. This man was too ahead of his time, he was too dramatic, too eccentric, but also too acute and sensible, he must have looked deranged and we love him for it. and deserves to be voted!

Guido Cavalcanti propaganda by @girldante

GUIDO CAVALCANTI PROPAGANDA ABBIAMO:

LA DISSOCIAZIONE SCHIZOFRENICA:

IL COMICO, IL SIMPATICO BURLONE, IL MEMATORE ANTE LITTERAM:

IL MACABRO, IL GORE, I SINTOMI™

IL BREAKUP TOSSICO PASSIVO AGGRESSIVO CON DANTE

in conclusione

you can find my old propaganda here, but listen, while i do respect zio ludo's rizz, a vote for guido cavalcanti is a vote for gender roles reversal, death-life liminality, medieval atheism, antisocial freaks obsessed with philosphy who imagine their pens are talking to people about their owner's suffering (what is wrong with him), eye carving enjoyers (what the FUCK is wrong with him), sons who are sacrifical lambs, people who have long swinging necks like geese (allegedly???), and gay breakups involving dante alighieri. and also, well, I don't recall ariosto wearing a miku binder. twice.

in conclusion

Guido Cavalcanti propaganda by @apis-vergilii

Here’s my Guido propaganda: @girldante and @eresia-catara have already covered the poetry reasons, and I’m here to get metatextual about the whole thing.

Simply put, this is the Weird Niche Hellsite, and Guido is the Weird Niche Hellcandidate.

We live in an era of the cynical enshittification of the internet. In a sickened sea of dying social platforms, AI slop, and every last pixel being for sale, THIS is still the webbed site where a bunch of strangers can rediscover a lesser-known medieval poet in all his angsty, gothy glory, abandon all pretense of ironic detachment or mature indifference and go absolutely apeshit over his life and work, breathlessly and deliriously creating everything from exhaustively researched essays with footnotes, to anime fan art and inexplicable photoshops. This is the place where Goncharov happened. This is the place where we stole the president’s shoelaces. This is the place where a heretical medieval Tuscan stilnovista got himself a full-on Fandom, and we are all so much the better/worse for it.

So vote for the spirit of the old internet in all its dorky glory. Vote for the joy of learning things for fun and not for school. Vote for the bizarre Florentine emo goth. A vote for Guido Cavalcanti…is a vote for all of us.

if all else fails to convince you, well, i don't recall ariosto having an historical fantasy saga centered around him where he gains clairvoyance and gets increasingly more and more manipulated by the manifestation of his generational trauma. also he gets out of his body to have epic fights with spiritual creatures.

this should be a testimony to how his cuntserving echoed through time

Propaganda by @girldante and @eresia-catara that I guess should be read together:

well. seeing as we're on topic. Was Ariosto ever described as having

les bras d'Hercule avec des mains de nymphe by a 19th century french story? It is not made up guys, he served androgynous cunt so hard it didn't go unnoticed. Guido simply suggests fluidity.

Like. Arms like Hercules and hands like a nymph.

And Lorenzo il Magnifico also Fangirled over him in a letter to the Federico of Aragon

he (Lorenzo il Magnifico!!) was simply begging him to read his poems, and that's because they are absolutely eatable in all their irreverent, elegant, goth glory.

Finally, Boccaccio wrote about him in his Decameron (VI,9) and, truly, can you say no to him:

this little ballerina? look at how sad he looks!

would you look at that! Guido Cavalcanti propaganda is publicly sponsored by thee Lorenzo De' Medici himself!!!

as for the last bit, Boccaccio's novella from Decameron, where Guido calls out a bunch of idiots through a riddle that said idiots will take a bunch of time to understand and then proceeds to abandon them jumping over a grave, was cited by thee Italo Calvino in his Lezioni Americane as an example of his conception of lightness, as in the ability to lift oneself over the heaviness of the world.

In conclusion: Guido Cavalcanti is literally your fave's fave.

[elizadraws]

Bulgarian Music in Studio Ghibli films

”Myth has it that Orpheus was born in what is now Bulgaria. It seemed to be fact, not myth, that his daughters are still singing there”

These words were written by the New York Times in the remote 1963 — the year in which the largest Bulgarian folk ensemble crossed the Iron Curtain to conquer an entire continent with its cosmic art.

The 1975 release of Le Mystère des Voix Bulgares, a compilation album of modern arrangements of Bulgarian folk songs, further popularized Bulgarian music, and in 1977, a vinyl record featuring the folk song “Izlel ye Delyo Haydutin” (Eng: Come out rebel Delyo) began its journey aboard the Voyager 1 and Voyager 2 spacecrafts.

From this point on popularity from the West spread to the East, and Bulgarian folk music made it to the entertainment industry, including legendary Japanese anime films, like the cult cyberpunk “Ghost in the Shell” or the heartwarming Studio Ghibli features.

In this short article I write about two occasions of Bulgarian music playing in Studio Ghibli’s films.

The record that inspired the creation of “Only Yesterday”

“Only Yesterday” is a 1991 Japanese animated drama film written and directed by Isao Takahata, based on the 1982 manga of the same title by Hotaru Okamoto and Yuko Tone. Set in rural Japan, the film draws parallels with the peasant lifestyle present in Eastern Europe.

The original work is a compilation of short stories about 11-year-old Taeko’s daily life in 1966. Director Takahata had a hard time making it into a movie since the manga, told in the form of a memoir, has no plot to hold a feature. Together with producer Toshio Suzuki, they came up with the solution of bringing the narrator of the story, adult Taeko, into the movie. But there is a curious anecdote about how this idea came to mind.

Taeko picks safflower as the Bulgarian song “Malka moma dvori mete” plays in the background. © Studio Ghibli

In a 2021 interview with students from Sofia University St. Kliment Ohridski, producer Suzuki recounts how a record of Bulgarian songs performed by the children choir “Bodra Smyana”, introduced to him by director Takahata, inspired the creation of the movie. Moved by the cosmic voices of the children, they decided to make “Only Yesterday” a musical. He also recalls what a tiring process it was to acquire the rights to the music, but if you’ve seen the movie, I am sure you will agree that it was worth it; the haunting, beautiful songs with the pastoral images of farmers picking flowers contribute to one of the greatest scenes created in cinema.

Producer Suzuki showing the record that inspired the creation of ”Only Yesterday”. Source: Studio Ghibli’s Twitter

In “Only Yesterday”, we can hear two songs from the album Bulgarian Polyphony I by Philip Koutev Ensemble. The upbeat “Dilmano Dilbero” [Eng. beautiful Dilmana] sets a happy mood as the protagonist gets changed and ready to go on the field. As the scene shifts and Taeko starts narrating a sad story about the girls in the past picking safflower with their bare hands, the song and mood shift as well.

While the first song has a fast rhythm, with lyrics about pepper planting that can also be interpreted figuratively, the second one, “Malka Moma Dvori Mete” [Eng., a little girl sweeps the yard], is a ballad about a young girl who is forced into marriage but has never known true love.

Both compositions sing about life-cycle events like marriage and the regular coming of the harvests, with lyrics perfectly fitting the setting and plot of the movie, which makes me wonder if the filmmakers chose them by chance or if they had someone translate the words.

Bulgarian Cosmic Voices Enchanting Howl

“Howl’s Moving Castle” is a 2004 Japanese animated fantasy film written and directed by Hayao Miyazaki, loosely based on the 1986 novel of the same name by British author Diana Wynne Jones. Set in a fictional kingdom the movie draws inspiration from various places in Europe. One of them being Bulgaria.

The story focuses on a young girl, named Sophie, magically transformed into an old woman, and a self-confident but emotionally unstable young wizard, Howl, living in a magical moving castle.

A sketch of a Star Child. Source: The Art of Howl’s Moving Castle

If you’ve seen the movie, you surely remember the scene when Madame Suliman ambushes Howl and tries to strip him of his magic powers. Star Children encircle him and his companions; their shadows grow big, dark and intimidating. They start dancing and chanting unintelligible magic words and are almost successful in their devilish act.

This scene, together with the music played in the background, have been a favourite of many fans of the film. Some even recount it giving them nightmares when they were children.

Star Children encircle Howl in an attempt to strip him of his magic powers. © Studio Ghibli

It turns out, however, that these aren’t any incantations, but the lyrics of a folk song. In Bulgarian. And a love song! Contrary to popular belief, the lyrics have nothing to do with magic and are actually about a boy taking his sweetheart, Dona, to the market to buy her new clothes. The excerpt used in the movie is very short and a bit altered from the original, but the words used go like this: Trendafilcheto, kalafercheto, Done mamino, translated as “the rose, the costmary, my darling Dona”.

I am planing a follow up article where I will post the translated lyrics together with a brief explanation on how they are related to the movies.

If you want to comment on or add something, I would love to hear!

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[sgiandubh]

Not all kilts are created equal, either

At the rate things are drastically mutating, as far as cons and fan events are concerned, it would seem the most democratic way to meet, greet and grab an autograph from S is to swallow even the most remote idea of self-esteem and join the crowds on that Sassenach Winter Tour. Beat the pavement with the huddled masses and wait for Ginger Jesus to wink encouragingly, as your knees give way and you melt into a puddle of fuzzy love for... Ahem... no, let's hope not, my quill got the better of my reason, on this one.

This will go on and on and on, until the Last Living Woman on Earth ever to have been touched by JAMMF's self-evident charm will stop writing idiocies like this one:

You would never be able to compare Glenmorangie and SS, just like you wouldn't do the same about S and Harrison Ford, excuse me. At least if you would like to keep some modicum of integrity, here.

I am sorry, Ford and Glenmorangie did not copy anything. They just used a beloved piece of garment, the kilt, to their advantage. The rugged (but sexy and ultimately interesting and kind) Highlander in a kilt was not invented by Diana Gabaldon, nor definitively embodied by Sam Roland Heughan.

'Erself explained many times over she could have chosen anything else (aliens immediately came to my sick mind, but perhaps not the best option, after all) when she first started writing that damned book. But an old Dr Who episode, featuring a Highlander named Jamie McCrimmon and then a punctual subplot detail in Eric Linklater's book Prince in the Heather, mentioning Clan Fraser's only survivor after Culloden sealed the deal. I did not invent these, even Wikipedia knows 😉. In doing so, she simply (and wisely profitably, it would seem) chose one of the most popular and intriguing cultural tropes - Scotland. The rest was easy enough, but never forget that on a different inspiration whim, we could be talking all the same about Jaime, the Impetuous Pirate of the Caribbean (Voyager trivia, anyone?) or even Jacques, the French fin-de-siècle gentleman thief. That she chose Scotland is our delight (I doubt Shipper Mom wouldn't have zapped over a pirate series, after all), and S's lifetime lucky strike, that's all.

Scotland has been immensely popular and fantasized about, from The Borders to the Kamchatka Peninsula, ever since Walter Scott published The Lay of the Last Minstrel, in 1805, to rousing success. And even more so, since Queen Victoria and Prince Albert first visited and fell in love with it, in 1842. All things Scottish, from the tartan to the sense of honor, never ceased to fascinate people all around the world. The Outlander universe is just one of Scotland's latest representations in popular culture and, forgive me for being blunt, not even the best known one.

And excuse me once more, men in kilts have been around ever since, too. John Brown, Victoria's morganatic spouse, included. For better, rather than for worse. My own mind doesn't have to travel very far just to immediately remember Sean Connery, but here is an updated list of celebrities who apparently think the kilt is fashionable as hell and tells a very interesting story of virility and fortitude: https://help.scottishkiltshop.com/hc/en-us/articles/18545441581069-How-Hollywood-Celebrities-Embrace-the-Kilt . It's pleasantly enough written and makes for quite an instructive, updated overview of what the kilt really means in popular culture and how it is being constantly used to ventilate above positive messages & values.

To write that Ford used Heughan's persona in that #ad is akin to uninformed blindness. To go even further and talk with confidence about associative marketing is adding insult to injury and proving the person does not have the remotest clue of what she is writing about.

To cut the story short, associative marketing is simply a sales' strategy directed to minority groups and/or fringe communities. A classic example is Tupperware selling its plastic tchotchkes to moms all around the world and by doing so, peddling the dream of gifting them extra time for themselves (finally!). In other words, the focus of the sales strategy is being mindful about a specific set of needs and priorities that must be addressed. You are selling a product alright, but you are selling it to a niche. Glenmorangie is the opposite of that, in fact: it is a worldwide known brand, appreciated and enjoyed, sometimes excessively, by men and women (and frat boys and girls), irrespective of age, cultural context (yes, even in Tehran!) or social status. I honestly fail to see where the associative marketing can be found in Glenmorangie's poster and would rather think of Sassenach Spirits' own strategy in those terms. Especially when you think again about those huddled masses beating the pavement in front of a non-descript liquor store, on Main Street, America (or Industrial Zone, America, to be more exact).

Oh, well, she probably wanted to say Glenmorangie is coat-tailing Norouzi's genius ideas, which would be disingenuous, if not ridiculous, above anything else. But it surely is my deepest, secret and probably naively altruistic wish for this cheap Sassenach Tour gimmick to be shelved aside, before things become truly, heartbreakingly pathetic.

Make no mistake. I am such a loyal idiot that I am still confident. But the clock is ticking, and not to their advantage. So, is that it, is this how things are going to happen, from now on: extortionate fan events and #silly bottle signing sessions?

What would JAMMF, aka Jamie Roy, the Edinburgh spirits' smuggler, think about all of this?

[novlr]

6 More Writing Playlists for Scenes and Vibes!

If you love music, you’ll love these playlists! We’ve added 6 more amazing playlists to our already-growing collection.

From sweeping classical themes to write a royal court, some eerie tunes and soundscapes for writing a creepy carnival, vinyl classics for a vintage record store feel, pumping euro tunes for a European road trip, sea shanties for ocean voyages, and some vintage and modern French melodies for when you need a French bistro vibe, we’ve got you covered.

Writing a Royal Court

The pomp and circumstance of a Royal Court are palpable in this collection. This classical playlist is perfect for writing grand palaces, stately homes, balls, banquets, and court intrigues. Be transported to a world of nobles and chivalry where life is decadent and opulent.

Writing a Creepy Carnival

Creepy carnivals are staples of the horror genre, so we’ve put together this collection to help you write it. Whether your carnival travels the world, putting up stakes and causing mayhem wherever they go, or if you’re writing a static circus where visitors inexplicably go missing, then this is the playlist for you. Terrifying ringmasters, creepy rides, and eerie rituals – whatever your carnival holds, this is the playlist to write it to.

Writing in a Parisian Cafe

Sitting in a window of a cafe in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, watching the world go by, the young writer puts pen to paper. The characters who pass by them every day inspire and come alive. If you can’t people-watch, you can certainly imagine it! A mix of classical, acoustic folk, and French pop tunes, this collection will make you feel like you’re really there. So grab a croissant and a coffee and bring the Paris to you!

Writing a Vintage Record Store

Indie record stores have a vibe and are always full of interesting characters. There’s something special about them, and they’re always full of people who love music. This is a playlist for those who need to write a modern vintage feel. It’s a mix of tunes from the 1960s to the early 2000s – the kind of records vinyl aficionados would love a first pressing of. Get in the creative space to write about some of the weird and wonderful obsessive characters you’d find in an underground record shop in your favourite city.

Writing a Journey at Sea

Beware, me hearties, for here be dragons! Whether you’re writing an arctic exploration, an ancient sea voyage, preparations for a naval battle, or a band of intrepid pirates, there’s something in this playlist for you. With a mixture of modern folk tracks, sea shanties, and sea journey-themed instrumental pieces, this collection will conjure images of the salt spray on your face and the wind whipping your hair as you stand on deck, exploring unmapped places.

Writing a European Road Trip

Travel is always an adventure, but there’s something unique about a European road trip where you can fit so many different countries and cities into a small space of time. It’s a whirlwind of sights, tastes, and sounds, so this collection of tracks from all over Europe is sure to get you in the mood. From visiting the sights to sampling the cuisines, and nights out in some of Europe’s most infamous superclubs, this collection is sure to inspire you.

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Leo Africanus

Leo Africanus (al-Hasan ibn Muhammad ibn Ahmad al-Wazzan al-Fasi al-Granati, 1485-1554) was a diplomat, merchant traveller and scholar who famously voyaged from Timbuktu to the Niger River and wrote 'The History and Description of Africa' (La Descrittione dell'Africa, 1526). Captured by Mediterranean pirates, he so impressed them with his learning and linguistic ability, that they gifted him as a slave to Pope Leo X (1498 -1526).

Leo Africanus was born into a family of clerics and accountants to the court of the Nasrid Dynasty (1238-1492) of Granada during the last days of their rule over the Emirate of Granada. Hasan was baptised Johannes Leo Africanus, and known in Italian as Giovanni Leone. He trained as an Islamic scholar and became a diplomat, travelling across West Africa, from Cairo and Aswan across to the Hejaz and Syria. It was during his return journey from Egypt that he was kidnapped by Mediterranean Christian pirates and ended up becoming a slave to the Vatican Pope Leo X (born Giovanni de’ Medici). Pope Leo X offered Hasan his freedom on condition that he converted to Christianity.

Leo Africanus' scholarship and translations from Arabic inspired early modern ideas of Africa and the Islamic world. His work Descrittione dell'Africa became a blueprint for European explorers seeking to monopolise trade and resources from the African subcontinent. Some historians believe that William Shakespeare’s (1564-1616) Othello is based on Leo Africanus. Descrittione dell'Africa was widely read in Europe. It became an important resource and guidebook on Africa, until the European colonisation during the 19th century.

Hasan al-Wazzan

Hasan al-Wazzan’s father, Ahmad al-Wazzan was a cleric in the court of Abu Abdallah Muhammad XII (c. 1460–1533), known in Europe as Boabdil. Hasan’s forbearers worked as aids to the court muhtasib of Granada – a magistrate who oversaw merchant trade and accounts, while also upholding morality and decorum in the public sphere. Hasan grew up alongside his father and grandfather under the influence of the Nasrid court. As a child, he spoke Arabic at home and Spanish in the streets.

Leo Africanus as Shakespeare's Othello

Théodore Chassériau (Public Domain)

In 1492, after a decade long war, Boabdil surrendered Granada to the Spanish Catholic monarchs Isabella I of Castile (1451-1504) and Ferdinand II, King of Aragon (1452 –1516), marking the end of 700 years of Muslim rule. Hasan’s family may have left Granada before 1492, or they could have stayed until the Reconquista. Hasan was a young child when his family, like many Andalusian migrants, fled persecution under the new Christian monarchs, crossing the Mediterranean to settle in Fez. Luckily Hasan’s family was well connected thanks to his uncle, already settled in Fez, who was a diplomat to the Wattasid rulers, serving Sultan Muhammad al-Shaykh (1490-1557). Consequently, they secured a home in a prominent quarter of Fez. His father purchased land north of the Rif Mountains and rented a castle above Fez. Other emigrant families from Granada however struggled greatly in Fez and complained publicly.

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𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 | Valse

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||Personnage : Neuvillette ||Origine : Genshin Impact ||Nombre de mots : 2 600 ||Inspiration musicale : Gramophone waltz de Eugen Doga et C'est ça l'amour de Cendrillon ||Synopsis : [T/P] et Neuvillette sont des amis de longue date. Alors qu'un passe ses journées à son bureau, l'autre est une aventurière aguerrie qui ne rêve que de nouveaux paysages et de nouvelles contrées à explorer cachant en leur sein de nombreux contes et histoires. Mais que ce cache-t-il derrière ce visage toujours impassible? 

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     3 mois. 

     3 mois d'attente. 

     3 mois de silence. 

     3 mois était la duration du voyage de sa chère amie, [T/P]. 3 mois durant lesquelles Neuvillette ne pourrait avoir de nouvelle de cette dernière, ni du dérouler de ses péripéties. 3 long mois à exercer sa fonction de juge; L'iudex infaillible de Fontaine. À passer cas après cas, à analyser crime après crime, jour après jour. Il s'agit là de sa fonction et de son rôle au sein de la société fontainoise, alors pourquoi, pourquoi durant ces 3 mois la tâche lui paraissait plus longue et laborieuse, plus lente et ennuyeuse? Ne remplissait-il pas cette fonction depuis bientôt trop longtemps pour qu'un changement de sentiment face à sa position ne soit visible? 

     Pour un être de son envergure, 3 mois ne représentait qu'un bref instant, et pourtant, l'absence de sa chère amie lui était douloureuse. L'enthousiasme que son doux visage arborait lui manquait, ses récit interminables détaillant le moindre instant de ses péripéties lui manquait terriblement. Ce silence qui régnait autour de lui, attabler derrière son large bureau, devenait assourdissant et oppressant. N'entendre que le simple bruit des pages tourner et la plume de son stylo écrire lui rappelait constamment cette solitude qui le suivait à longueur de journée. 

     Voyant la grandissante solitude du juge, son entourage le convia à plusieurs reprise à des après-midi thé où le but étant de le faire sortir de cette macabre solitude qui couvrait son visage et ternissait ses traits. Mais ce dernier rejetait l'invitation prétextant qu'un homme de la justice tel que lui ne pouvait laisser son jugement être influencer par quelconque activité futile. Et cette après-midi encore, Neuvillette avait décider de ce retirer afin de rester seul derrière sa paperasse administrative. 

     Néanmoins, il pouvait peut-être réussir à convaincre son entourage, lui-même était conscient que cette excuse était plutôt un bien nécessaire quant à cacher cette mélancholie et inquiétude qu'il ne cessait de nourrir à l'égard de son amie [T/P], partie bien trop longtemps en voyage. Et  aujourd'hui encore, son esprit ne pouvait se concentrer correctement, divaguant constamment. 

     Assis derrière son bureau, Neuvillette poussa un soupir, voyant très clairement qu'il n'arriverait pas à terminer le dossier sur son bureau. Fermant les yeux, il soupirant de nouveau, se leva et se plaça face à la grande fenêtre derrière son large pupitre. Dehors, le ciel était gris et nuageux, annonçant très certainement une pluie prochaine. Le fait de savoir que le temps se joignait à ses complaintes silencieuses le fit sourire tristement. Le vide qu'installait votre absence le rongeait de l'intérieur. Pour personne auparavant n'avait-il eu de telles pensées ou sentiments, ce qui les rendaient d'autant plus proéminant et de plus en plus difficile à contenir à votre égard, mais il le devait. Son jugement ce devait de rester neutre et impassible face à toute éventualité; la justice n'admettait point les sentiments humains. Et pourtant, il ne pouvait nier cette tendresse qui grandissait en lui envers votre personne. Il pouvait tant bien que mal essayer de se convaincre qu'il n'en était rien, son cœur en avait décidé autrement. 

     Ses yeux violets parcoururent la cité qui se dévoilait sous lui, ombrager par les nuages. Observant le quotidien des fontainois comme il en avait pris l'habitue récemment, un sentiment de mélancholie l'envahit alors, assombrissant ses yeux. Cette tendresse qu'il éprouvait devait-elle rester interdite de tous? Devait-il se taire et garder à tout jamais ce doux penchant pour vous sceller de ses lèvres? Mais, cette option lui paraissait douloureuse, mais le prix d'avouer son doux pêché lui laisserait probablement un goût d'amertume en bouche. Pour rien au monde il voulait se résoudre à s'éloigner de votre tendre personne. 

« Ma chère amie, voyez dans quel état vous me rendez à disparaitre durant 3 mois. Moi qui ne doit être qu'impassible, me voilà à laisser mon cœur dicter mes actes vous concernant. » 

     Il soupira de nouveau, décidemment, votre absence le tracassait plus qu'il ne voulait l'admettre. De sa main gauche, à l'aide de l'élément hydro, il représenta dans le creux de sa main une petite statue de vous, le sourire aux lèvres. Il regarda avec amour et bienveillance cette représentation de vous, avant de ne refermer sa main dans un point, faisant disparaître cette petite illusion de vous. Neuvillette ne savait pas s'il pourrait garder ce fardeau plus longtemps avant qu'il n'en devienne fou. 

« Ma tendre [T/P], à tournoyer dans mes pensées, vous aller me faire perdre l'équilibre. »

     Neuvillette murmura cette dernière parole avant de ce décider à revenir derrière son bureau, se remettant au travail. 

     Alors qu'il approchait de la fin de son dossier, il put entendre les pas décisifs d'une personne se dirigeant vers son bureau. Cela l'ennuyait légèrement, lui qui avait spécifier au garde qui se trouvait de l'autre côté de la porte de ne laisser entrer personne, à part en cas d'extrême urgence. De ce fait, il espérait ne pas être déranger. Seulement, un léger vacarme se fit entendre de l'autre côté de la porte et les voix montèrent en puissance. Depuis son pupitre, Neuvillette ne pouvait que distinguer des bribe de conversation ça et là sans trop comprendre la raison de ce qui semblait être une dispute. L'irritation monta tranquillement lorsque soudain, la porte s'ouvrit brusquement avant de ne se refermer dans un même vacarme sonore. Levant les yeux afin de savoir de qui il s'agissait, son cœur se serra automatiquement à la vue de sa tendre amie [T/P]. Il aurait voulu se lever afin de pouvoir vous serrer dans ses bras, mais le simple fait d'enfin revoir ce visage au trait si familier le rassura tout autan, faisant disparaître cette inquiétude qui le rongeait depuis trop longtemps. 

PDV [T/P]:

« Quelle tête de mule celui-là! Plus têtu serait difficile à trouver, franchement! AH, Neuvillette, mon cher ami, comme vous m'avez manquer durant ce voyage! Mais ne vous inquiété pas, cette petite aventure est riche en rebondissement, vous ne serez pas déçu!  »

- Je suis ravi d'apprendre que votre voyage c'est bien passé ma chère amie.  »

Neuvillette répondit tout en gardant les yeux rivés sur ses dossiers, ne m'adressant que de très bref regards ça et là. 

- Et vous toujours impassible à ce que je vois. Mon cher ami, à quand aurons-nous droit à un sourire de votre part? C'est à croire si les rumeur ne disent pas juste à votre sujet mon ami. dis-je en m'appuyant contre son bureau, lui tournant le dos. 

- Et que disent les rumeurs à mon sujets? 

- Aaaaahhh, soupirais-je, si vous saviez le nombre de petits ragots que l'on raconte sur votre personne afin d'animer nos petits après-midi thé, vous n'en reviendriez pas. Les gens se demandent même parfois si vous êtes bien un humain tant vos émotions sont indéchiffrables! Même moi qui vous connaît depuis maintenant assez longtemps, j'ai toujours un certain mal à vous cerner mon ami. Mais, je dois admettre que cela fait partie de votre charme. 

- Hmmm, et bien soit, si ces divers récits amusent les gens, alors il en est ainsi. répondit-il, le nez toujours plongé dans ses documents. 

- N'y a-t-il donc rien qui ne puisse ébranler cette impassible et stoïque façade qu'est la votre, monsieur Neuvillette? »

     En posant cette question, le ton de ma voix se fit plus doux et curieux, presque taquin. Me retournant pour maintenant lui faire face, je remarquai qu'il fit une pause, d'un bref instant, certes, mais assez visible pour casser la fluidité de ses mouvements. Cette question l'avait-elle déstabilisé? Et ce pourquoi? 

     De son côté, le cœur de Neuvillette se serra, ne connaissant que trop  bien la réponse à cette question. Toutefois, il préféra rester interdit, de peur qu'émettre une réponse ne révèle son amour interdit. 

     Face à lui, son regard toujours plongé dans ses écrits, je pris un instant pour observer son visage. Ses cheveux blancs parsemés de teintes bleu, ce visage composée de traits fins, et pourtant, prononcés, arborant une certaine austérité. Cette peau blanche comme de la porcelaine, ses yeux couleur améthyste qui vous dévisageait aux moindre regard. Je pourrais m'y noyer si je m'aventurais à y plonger mon regard trop longtemps. Et puis, il y avait cette bouche. Ah, le nombre de fois où mon esprit s'était égarer à imaginer la baiser tendrement! Hélas, je ne pouvais souhaiter une telle chose, un soupir s'échappant de ma bouche face à cette triste réalité qu'est la mienne. Aurais-je un jour le droit de lui avouer mon doux amour?

     Ne voulant continuer à ruminer ces pensées noires, je décidais qu'il s'agissait du bon moment pour me changer les idées. Je m'éloignais du bureau afin d'aller chercher dans mon sac un objet que j'avais trouver lors de mon voyage. Je sortis la pochette d'un vieux vinyle dont le titre avait complètement disparu, ne donnant aucun indication sur le contenu de ce dernier. 

« Neuvillette, regardez donc ce que j'ai trouvé lors de mon voyage: un vieux vinyle! Voudriez-vous bien en découvrir son contenu avec moi? » 

     Alors que je sortais le vinyle afin de le placer sur la platine du gramophone, je lançais quelques regards en direction de mon ami qui, à mon désarroi, n'avait pas bouger d'un poil ni énoncer une quelconque réponse. Plaçant la pointe sur le bord du vinyle, la mélodie commença alors à raisonner à travers toute la pièce. L'air y était doux et calme, comme un secret que l'on vous murmure à l'oreille à l'abris des regards. D'un pas léger, je me dirigeais vers Neuvillette, m'imprégnant du rythme de la valse que jouait le gramophone. Puis, me plaçant à son côté, je fis une révérence, lui présentant ma main droite, plongeant mes yeux dans les siens. 

« Me ferriez-vous le plaisir de m'accorder cette danse, Monsieur Neuvillette? » 

     Je pus voir le bout de ses oreilles se teinter très légèrement d'un rose pâle avant d'acquiescer à ma requête, se levant avant de ne prendre ma main dans la sienne. Puis, d'un geste vif et remplis de délicatesse, il nous rapprocha à l'aide de son autre main, la posant ainsi délicatement dans mon dos. J'eus le souffle coupé l'espace d'un bref instant face à cette prise de risque soudaine, non pas que cela puisse me déplaire. Ensuite, c'est les corps collés l'un contre l'autre que Neuvillette se mit à mener la valse, suivant le rythme lent de la musique. 

     Pendant ce moment d'intimité, mon cœur battait la chamade contre ma poitrine, et mes joues arboraient probablement désormais une teinte rosée. Nous ne nous quittions pas du regards, oubliant complètement l'environnement qui se trouvait autour de nous. Seule la musique et le mouvement de nos corps était important, tout le reste pouvait bien disparaître. 

     Alors que je savourais cette valse, les traits de Neuvillette s'assombrirent, cachant une peine inconnu. Un sentiment désagréable s'empara alors de moi, une inquiétude, ou peut-être la sensation d'avoir compris, d'avoir enfin eu la réponse que je redoutais le plus. Mes émotions se chamboulèrent dans ma tête, et mon cœur se serra. Malgré cette proximité, j'avais l'impression qu'un gouffre se formait entre nous, une plaie ouverte qui ne se refermerait jamais. Mes pas se firent alors plus hésitants, douteux, ne sachant comment finir cette valse qui plus tôt, avait un goût sucré. 

     Alors que la valse touchait à sa fin, je me retrouvais appuyé dos à son bureau, la respiration légèrement saccadée. Le visage de Neuvillette, à peine à quelques centimètres du mien, je pouvais sentir sa respiration lente et chaude sur mon visage. Le silence avait repris sa place dans la pièce, ajoutant une certaine lourdeur à l'atmosphère qui nos entourait. 

« Pourquoi cette mélancolie sur votre visage, Monsieur Neuvillette? dis-je dans un souffle. Le simple fait de murmurer ces quelques mots me plongeait dans une tristesse profonde, connaissant déjà le dénouement de cet amour interdit. 

- Car je porte un lourd secret. Un secret qui me ronge de l'intérieur tel une gangrène qu'il faut arracher. Hélas, je n'ai pas la force de le faire moi-même, ayant peur des conséquences de cet acte. » 

     Sa voix était plus douce que d'habitude, à peine plus haute qu'un murmure. Elle paraissait assurée, et pourtant, elle était tremblotante et fébrile, remplis d'émotions poignante, lui qui d'ordinaire avait un timbre neutre. Cette humanité nouvelle dans sa voix me fit chavirer tel un bateau pris dans une tempête en haute mer. Je restais muette, ne pouvant émettre aucune parole de peur que ma tristesse ne se fasse entende. Était-ce la fin? La rupture d'une relation qui n'avait même pas eu la chance de fleurir au grand jour? Non, ce n'était pas possible, pas maintenant, pas après avoir partager un moment d'intimité tel que celui-là. 

     Sans m'en rendre compte, le vinyle avait déjà silencieusement entamé la prochaine piste qui avait été graver dessus. Un rythme lent et suave enveloppa alors doucement la pièce, la réchauffant par la même occasion. Pourquoi un tel changement d'ambiance, c'est comme si l'air autour de nous se soumettait aux complaintes de Neuvillette. En effet, se dernier me regardait avec plus de tendresse et de pudeur que jamais, les joues rosées, comme un enfant embarrasser de dévoiler son petit secret. 

« Ma chère amie [T/P], pardonnez mon jugement hâtif, mais mon cœur ne serait en décider autrement. »

     À peine avait-il fini de prononcer cette phrase qu'il prit délicatement mon visage dans ses mains avant de ne poser ses lèvres contre les miennes dans un baiser rempli d'amour et de tendresse. Mes yeux se fermèrent automatiquement au contact, et je sentis une explosion d'émotion dans mon cœur, frémissant de bonheur. Les joues chaudes et le cœur battant, j'enlaçais Neuvillette de tout mon être. Le temps semblait s'être arrêté, et en cet instant, rien ne comptait plus que de sentir nos cœurs vibrer l'un contre l'autre et nos lèvres danser l'une contre l'autre. Puis, après de longues minutes, nous nous séparâmes à contre cœur, la respiration encore chaude et légèrement haletante de ce baiser passionnel. 

« Alors c'est ça, l'amour»

     Il murmura ces quelques mots qui lui étaient encore nouveaux, une excitation nouvelle brillait maintenant dans ses yeux violets. Il esquissa un léger sourire, ses yeux ne quittant jamais les miens. L'émotion nouvelle d'enfin pouvoir vivre cet amour me fit monter les larmes aux yeux, ne pouvant les retenir plus longtemps. Face à ce spectacle, nous ne pûmes nous empêcher de rire avec légèreté de la situation, soulager d'avoir enlever un poids de nos cœurs amoureux. 

« Je vous aime [T/P]. Voudriez-vous bien rester à mes côté encore quelques temps?

- J'avais peur que jamais vous ne me le demandiez. Moi aussi je vous aime Neuvillette. » 

𝓗𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶... 𝓗𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶... 𝓒'𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓬̧𝓪 𝓵'𝓐𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻

𝓗𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶... 𝓛𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻!

𝓛'𝓐𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓲 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓮. 𝓛𝓪̀ 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓼, 𝓗𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶... 𝓙𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓮́𝓳𝓪̀... 𝓠𝓾𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲!

𝓜𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓮𝓾𝓻 𝓼'𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓮, 𝓗𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶...

𝓔𝓽 𝓳𝓮 𝓶'𝓮𝓷𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓮.

𝓙𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓾𝓲𝓮 𝓭'𝓮̨𝓽𝓸𝓲𝓵𝓮. 𝓣𝓾 𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓳'𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓲𝓼, 𝓣𝓾 𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓻𝓮̂𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓾!

𝓗𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶... 𝓗𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶 𝓱𝓾𝓶... 𝓒'𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓬̧𝓪, 𝓵'𝓐𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻!

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En Temps et en Étoiles - Aveu

Another French translation made for the fun of it! Contains spoilers for Act 6 though, you've been warned!

Send me your favorite scenes if you want the same treatment for them :3

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Isabeau: "À-À propos de choses à dire…"

"Est-ce que je peux te dire quelque chose, peut-être ?"

(Tu essaies de ne pas inspirer brusquement.)

Isabeau: "S-Si tu es d'accord. J'ai juste quelque chose à te dire, et j'ai l'impression que c'est le moment.

(. . .)

(Tu hoches la tête.)

Isabeau: "Oh crabe !"

"Ok, alors, hum–"

"J'sais pas, Sif– Tu es sûr ? Ça va aller si je te dis quelque chose maintenant ?"

"Parce que ça pourrait faire beaucoup et tu as déjà traversé beaucoup de choses aujourd'hui et je veux juste m'assurer que tu iras bien si je te le disais et–"

(...)

(Hah, comme c'est intéressant !)

(Même maintenant, sa main se dirige vers toi, suspendue, incapable de faire le premier pas.)

(Doucement, tu prends sa main, et la tiens fermement.)

(Il inspire soudainement.)

(L'Univers semble retenir son souffle.)

Isabeau: ". . ."

"Je ne devrais pas attendre, pas vrai ?"

"Je devrais me lancer, non ?"

"Et te le dire ?"

(Tu le regardes simplement dans les yeux et attends.)

Isabeau: "D'accord… D'accord, alors… !!!"

"Sif…"

"Sif. J'ai vraiment vraiment aimé voyager avec toi pendant ce périple. Je tiens beaucoup à toi, tu es l'un de mes meilleurs amis, mon partenaire de comédie, une personne incroyablement importante pour moi, et…

"Et je…"

"Et je t'aime, Sif !!!"

"Je t'aime tellement, tellement, tellement fort !!!"

"J'adore te parler ! Et entendre tes blagues ! Et voir le petit sourire que tu fais juste avant que tu en dises une !"

"Et j'aime à quel point tu es gentil ! Comment tu écoutes toujours ce que tout le monde a à dire ! Comment tu essaies toujours de donner des conseils, même si tu n'es pas toujours très doué pour ça !"

"Oh ! Et j'adore ton œil ! Tes cheveux ont l'air tout doux ! Et j'adore que tu sois petit et mignon ! Mais petit et mignon comme un couteau de cuisine très aiguisé avec des fleurs et des petits cœurs !"

"Et j'aime ton visage quand tu manges quelque chose que tu aimes ! Et comment tu caches ton visage sous ton chapeau quand tu es gêné ! Et comment tu as l'air tout concentré quand tu regardes une pièce de théâtre ou que tu lis un livre ! Et–"

(Oh astres !)

(Tu as la tête qui tourne.)

(Tu chancelles un peu.)

Isabeau: "Oh !!! Pardon !!! Je me suis un peu emballé…"

"Oh, bon sang... J'avais l'impression de ne plus pouvoir m'arrêter de parler ! Comme si je gardais ça pour moi depuis toujours !!!"

"Est-ce que tu as déjà entendu tout ça ? Est-ce que je viens de me répéter comme un idiot alors que j'ai déjà avoué mes sentiments un tas de fois ?!"

Siffrin: "Non, c'était la première fois pour moi, aussi."

Isabeau: "Quoi ?!? Trop bizarre !!! Et cool !!!"

"Et ben ! Maintenant tu sais, heh !"  

"Je t'aime, Sif ! Je t'aime !!! Tu as intérêt à ne pas l'oublier !!!"

Siffrin: "Je n'oublierai pas, Isa."

Siffrin: "Merci. De me l'avoir dit."

"E-et je t'aime aussi, Isa !"

Isabeau: "Oh !"

"OH !!!"

"TROP BIEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Enfin, pour être honnête, je le savais, parce que j'ai des yeux."

"Mais, est-ce que tu m'aimes de la même façon que je t'aime ?"

(...)

Siffrin: "Donne-moi un peu de temps pour y réfléchir."

Isabeau: "Bien sûr ! Prends tout le temps dont tu as besoin, Sif !!!"

(Fiou!)

(Ton visage est chaud.)

(Tu ne peux pas arrêter de sourire.)

[lorienn-art]

FR [Whale song] Heyyy Je suis enfin en vacances donc j'ai pu terminer cette illustration que j'avais commencée il y a environ deux mois hahaha — la partie qui m'a pris le plus de temps à faire a été l'apposition de toutes les couches nécessaires pour créer cet effet d'"onde sonore" (ça m'a vraiment pris une éternité), j'ai utilisé des crayons de couleurs pour accentuer l'effet ✨️ L'illustration est inspirée des chants de baleines à bosse — ces arrangements complexes de sons peuvent voyager des dizaines de kilomètres sous l'eau et sont produits par les mâles pour courtiser les femelles  ; ça me rappelle un peu l'idée d'être "loin des yeux, près du cœur" car qu'importe la distance vous séparant de la personne qui vous est chère, elle pourra toujours vous entendre (concept très Jotawife à mes yeux hahahahaha) Bref, j'espère que vous aimerez cette illustration autant que moi (parce que putain j'en ai sué) 💖 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

EN [Whale song] Heyyy I'm finally on holiday so I was able to finish this piece I started roughly two months ago hahaha — the part that took the longest to do was the layering process to create this "sound wave" effect (it literally took forever), I used coloured pencils to accentuate the effet ✨️ The piece was inspired by humpback whale songs — these complex arrangements of sounds can travel tens of kilometres through the water and are produced by males to court females; it kinda makes me think of the idea of being "out of sight, near to heart" because no matter how far your loved one may be, they can still hear you (which is a very Jotawife concept to me hahahahaha) Anyway, I hope you'll like this piece as much as I do (cuz boi did I sweat to make it) 💖

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

oops (mostly) all terror character playlists master list

Inspired by the on-going davechella event, I am having an unfiltered fun time making terror character playlists. Is my aim to do "them all"? Sure, idk what that means but I think it's fun to see how far I'll go. I have 30 playlists as of right now, most of those unfinished. Below I will be listing every playlist finished and available for public enjoyment. Each batch post will be its own thing & then I will be adding each link here too.

Click below for the following terror characters: Magnus Manson, Charles Des Voeux, John Morfin, Thomas Jopson, Henry Goodsir, Alexander McDonald, Stephen Stanley, John Peddie

Recently Added: Edward Little, John Irving, George Hodgson, Graham Gore, Henry Le Vesconte, James Fairholme

Magnus Manson (link):

Underwhelmed by Grumpster || Sick Sad World by Nervus || Am I Dead yet? by Cayetana || Child-Heart Losers by Sunset Rubdown, Spencer King || Don't Wake the Ghost by Don't Stop or We'll Die || Rip Off- 2003 Remaster by T. Re || The High Road by Broken Bells || Oh Actually by 1 Trait Danger || Freaks by Surf Curse || Train by 4 Non Blondes || I Am Called the Black Sheep by Palodine || Every Day's A Lesson In Humility by Suki Waterhouse, Belle and Sebastian || The Masks by Death || Shine a Light by Wolf Parade || While I'm Alive by STRFKR || Seeger's Theme- Demo by The Monkees || Healthier Folk by Palehound || You Suck by Small Crush || going thru it by Teamonade || Sea Ghost by The Unicorns

Charles Des Voeux (link):

Bouquet de cigarettes by ZOMBIE-CHANG || Sailor in a Life Boat by EURINGER, Gerard Way || Sugar Town by Shitkid || All Choked Up by BRONCHO || RIDE IT by LustSickPuppy || YUM by Sam Quealy || Where Did I Go? by Shelf Lives || dumb bitch by cumgirl8 || Vanished by Crystal Castles || I FEEL LIKE SHIT by Lynks || The The Empty by Le Tigre || Violet by Hole || Nothing Clever, Just Feelings by CLT DRP || Dead Disco by Metric || Art Star by Yeah Yeah Yeahs || Two Good Things by Modern Baseball || Point Of Extinction by Motion City Soundtrack || White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane || Fall In Love With Me by Iggy Pop

John Morfin (link):

Hair of the Dog by Tele Novella || Flash Delirium by MGMT || I'm Toast by Sparks || Once I Was by Tim Buckley || Think About Your Troubles by Harry Nilsson || When Smokey Sings by ABC || As We Go Up, We Go Down by Guided by Voices || Change by Big Thief || A Means to an End- 2020 Digital Remaster by Joy Division || Nothing Remains by Jon Smith's Voyages || Curtains!? by Timber Timbre || Fear Is A Man's Best Friend by John Cale || Oceans by Frank Iero || Primrose by The Essex Green || I Wanna Be Free- Original Stereo Version, 2006 Remaster by The Monkees || Faces Lit by Chad VanGaalen || Glad to Be Gay by Tom Robinson Band || Don't Bury Me by Tanya Davis || Space Dementia by Muse || morning star by gjallarhornit, gezebelle gaburgably

Edward Little [LINK]

пачка сигарет by Kino || Angel by Massive Attack, Horace Andy || Tom's Diner by Vega, DNA || Ladies of the Canyon by Joni Mitchell || She's Lost Control by Joy Division || Cherry Came Too by Jesus and the Mary Chain || Don't Know Why by Slowdive || A Forest by The Cure, Mark Saunders || Ana by Pixies || Deep Water by Strawberry Switchblade || My Evil by Palehound || Deep Water by Vundabar || Ghost by Neutral Milk Hotel || Under Ice- 2018 Remastered by Kate Bush || The River Song by Donovan || Sea, Swallow Me- 2024 Remastered by Cocteau Twins, Harold Budd || Static Shape by Chad VanGaalen || There Is a Light That Never Goes Out- 2011 Remaster by The Smiths || Tibetan Pop Stars by Hop Along || Tainted Love by Soft Cell

John Irving [LINK]

Sun Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain || Losing My Religion by Hootie & The Blowfish || Little Big Mistakes by Tom Rosenthal || God Only Knows by The Langley Schools Music Project || Goodnight Bad Morning by The Kills || Everyman Needs a Companion by Father John Misty || Oh Holy Night by Andrew Bird || Troubled Waters by Cat Power || Divine Loser by Clem Turner || Monkey Gone To Heaven by Pixies || Dissonance- Demo by AJJ || O Come O Come Emmanuel by Sufjan Stevens || Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam by The Vaselines || This Night Has Opened My Eyes- 2011 Remaster by The Smiths || First Love / Late Spring by Mitski || Don't Get Lost in Heaven by Gorillaz || Knife Going In- Demo by Tegan and Sara || Your Silent Face - 2015 Remaster by New Order || Picture Of My Dress by The Mountain Goats || Unfucktheworld by Angel Olsen

George Hodgson [LINK]

Shangri-La by Electric Light Orchestra || POOR GEORGE by James Supercave || Erreur 404 by L'Imperatrice || Let's Get Lost by Chet Baker || Adoro te devote by Stirps lesse, Enrico De Capitani || Postcards from Italy by Beirut || Theme From New York, New York- 2008 Remaster by Frank Sinatra || Tried And True by Ween || Soil, Soil by Tegan and Sara || Dreamer by Supertramp || Oh l'amour - Edit by Erasure || Heatwave by Martha Reeves & The Vandellas || Radio Ga Ga- Remastered 2011 by Queen || Boys Don't Cry by The Sure || Waterloo Sunset by The Kinks || Send Me An Angel by Real Life || We Three (My Echo, My Shadow, And Me) by The Ink Spots || Love & Pride by King || It's My Life - 1997 Remaster by Talk Talk || Girlfriend In A Coma by The Smiths

Graham Gore [LINK]

Glow In The Dark by Lil Pump || Lucid Dreams by Juice WRLD || EARFQUAKE by Tyle, The Creator || Doomsday by NERO || The Blonde Leading the Blond by Wax Fang || Outsiders by Franz Ferdinand || Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk || Hit the Ground by No Mana, Bertie Scott || Alien Boy by Oliver Tree || 3005 Childish Gambino || Fade Out by Seether || Pursuit of Happiness by Kid Cudi, MGMT, Ratatat || Hay Ya! by Outkast || Party and Bullshit by The Notorious B.I.G. || Oblivion by Grimes || Dammit by blink-182 || 4th Dimension by KIDS SEE GHOSTS || Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz || Beast of Burden - Remastered 1994 by The Rolling Stones || All Caps by Madvillain, Madlib, MF DOOM

Henry Le Vesconte [LINK]

Cold Cold Cold by Cage The Elephant || Frostbiter by Saintseneca || Hopscotch by Pinc Louds || Electric Funeral by Slothrust || General Discomfort by Serpent Cobra || Rainbow in the Dark by Dio || Gouge Away by JEFF The Brotherhood || Guts- 2013 Remaster by Budgie || Mansion of Misery by Miniature Tigers || If I Stay (Awake) by The Worn Flints || Feel the Heat by Me Like Bees || Polly's God by Perfekt Square || Don't Forget the Sun by Wailin' Storms || Codeine by Welles || Sick Day by Fountains of Wayne || Keep in Mind by Breakneck Flow || Sick Shit- Live from Lincoln Hall by Together Pangea || What's Done Is Done by Madde || Black Cat Heaven by Dan Luke and the Raid || Grapefruit High by French Thyme

James Fairholme [LINK]

Frostbite by punkett || Beheaded by The Offspring || Barcelone by Tommy Hools || Eleanor by Cake Bake Betty || Surchin 4 U by Naked Giants || The Party's Crashing Us by of Montreal || There Is No God by Mrs. Magician || I Still Love My Body by Yabadum || Shut Me Down by Godflesh || Jazzhole by Free the Robots || Out Of Gas by Modest Mouse || Fuck Off by The Frogs || Winter's Going by DJ Signify, Buck 65 || Bitin' the Bullet by GROUPLOVE || Like a Star by Mike Krol || Cold Cadaver by King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard || Angel Eyes and Basketball by Foot Ox || Fell Down a Hole by Wolfmother || Hello Cruel World by Dent May || Woof Woof by ARTHUR

Thomas Jopson [LINK]-

Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan || The Rose Captain by Sea Wolf || Service Bell by Grizzly Bear, Feist || Oom Sha La La by Haley Heynderickx || Water Tower by The Mountain Goats || Funeral by Tele Novella || Hell Of A Ride by FIZZ || They're Cheap (I'm Free) by Skating Polly || Heart Hensoukyoku "Mugen" No. 1 Ren Hatanchou by Yumi Morio || Does Your Mother Know by ABBA || Tonight I'm Wearing Silk by Vundabar || Shame, Shame, Shame- Vocals by Shirley & Company || Right By Your Side - Remastered by Eurythmics, Annie Lenox, Dave Stewart || Bloodsucking Whore by Ezra Furman, The Harpoons || Hot Mess by girli || Better by The Honeysticks Ricky Montgomery || Waiting For The Man- Remastered by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark || Smalltown Boy- Spotify Single by Orville Peck || Downtown by Petula Clark

Dr. Henry Goodsir [LINK]-

Bathed In Sound by Cosmo Sheldrake || Photosynesthesia by Louie Zong || Sparkbird by Sparkbid || Worms by Viagra Boys || FUNGUS by The Narcissist Cookbook || Crabwalk by Party in the Hills || Nature Song by Twain || Things She Said by Chris Garneau || Ravens by Reno Shaw || Journey To Wherever We May Go by Grand Commander || Almost Was Good Enough by Songs: Ohia, Jason Molina || Remember Something Beautiful by Machinery of the Human Heart || I Make Too Many Mistakes by Foresight || Museum by Kitsch Club || Drunken Stars by Minimall || Closer by The Tiny, Elle-Kari || The Mouth by Honey and the Sting || A Darkness In My Soul by Solid Space || Changes Shape by Cosmic Johnny || On My Own by Three Days Grace

Dr. Alexander McDonald [LINK]-

Here Comes The Summer by The Fiery Furnaces || Look Me in the Heart by Tina Turner || The Cat-Song by Laura Nyro || Tyriya & Ramakrishna by Alice Coltrane || Too Close for Comfort by Eartha Kitt || Some Become Strangers by Stevie Nicks || I Wake Up Slow by Dory Previn || Turn, Turn, Turn (To Everything There Is A Season) by Nina Simone || Down Where The Valleys Are Low (Remastered) by Judee Sill || Stoned Soul Picnic by Julie London || Until I Met You by Mavis Staples || How Deep It Goes by Heart || So Goes Love- Demo by Carole King || All I Want by The Supremes || Quitting Time by The Roches || Cool Dry Place by Katy Kirby || Ibiza by Butcher Brown || Komorebi by ARTEMIS || In the Winter- Remastered by Janis Ian || Ocean City by Charming Disaster

Dr. Stephen Stanley [LINK]-

Love -> Building on Fire 2005 Remastered by Talking Heads || Mendelssohn: 3 Preludes and Fugues, Op. 37, No. 1 in C Minor: Prelude, MWVW21 by Felix Mendelssohn, Stephen Cleoburry || City of Electric Light by Chad VanGaalen || Country Death Song by Violent Femmes || The Man on the Burning Tightrope by Firewater || Vanilla by Jack Stauber || Feathers by Man Man || Fanfare by Jacques-Nicolas Lemmens, Gerard Brooks || Starving In The Belly Of A Whale by Tom Waits || Always Alone by Johnny Cash || Apple Tree by Marika Hackman || Birdland by The Afghan Whigs || Complicated Creation by Cloud Cult || Incinerate by Sonic Youth || Clap Your Hands! by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah || Buckets of Fun by Sidney Gish || Perfect Fit by Clues || Golden Age by Chris Staples || Them Heavy People by Kate Bush || With Dreams of Adventure, I Smoke my Longpipe Beneath the Stars by Hole Dweller

Dr. John Peddie [LINK]-

snake by Sadurn || Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole by Martha Wainwright || 285 HZ Mend Your Wounds by Manifestation Frequencies || This is Not Who I Am by Joanna Sternberg || (Electricity) by Courtney Barnett || Easy Violence by Sun June || Don't Think About Me by Laura Stevenson || Stabbed to Death Outside of San Juan by The Mountain Goats || Shadi by Petrojvic Blasting Company || 395 HZ Inner Transformation Vibes by Manifestation Frequencies || I'm In The World by Moondog || Phantom of the Opera - 2015 Remastered by Iron Maiden || All of My Friends by River Whyless || Jennifer by Faust || Nugget by CAKE || 528 HZ Open Your Heart by Manifestation Frequencies || Honey in the Hair by Blackbird Raum || Allah, Allah, Allah by mewithoutYou || Genetic Engineering by X-Ray Spex || The Unthinking Majority by Serj Tankian

[francepittoresque]

21 novembre 1783 : premier vol habité en montgolfière non captive ➽ http://bit.ly/Vol-Humain-Montgolfiere Ce premier voyage aérien en ballon non captif exécuté par des hommes eut un immense retentissement, la nouvelle remuant le monde entier. En France, l’émotion fut générale et profonde, l’événement inspirant non seulement les poètes mais également les caricaturistes