#Paris 18

[vudansmarue]

Paris, 2024

[laugier]

[beautifulfrenchhouses]

549,000 €

38 m² / 409 ft²

Paris XVIIIe, Ile-de-France, France.

[ouipops]

parisien de paris habitat

deuxième fois de ma vie à paris la première fois c'était dur

la 2e aussi

32go en 10 jours sur la carte SD

J10 les larmes à gare de lyon j'ai pas filmé

1 trip dans mes trippes

jamais je me suis sentie aussi libre de ma vie

on m'a dit "tu vis la vie des gens d'ici" c'est ce que je voulais

vélo solo minuit les yeux grands ouverts la ville dort pas

le 10 et 18 à pied je me suis sentie chez moi young popo chauvine me frappe au visage

mes démons plus je les connais plus ils m'aiment

ça me rassure d'être avec moi-même

je suis trop excessive pour cette ville je pense que je pourrais en mourir ajd

jcomprends pourquoi les parisiens tapent de la c

jsuis qu'au début de ma carrière et paris ce sera pas la fin

3 saisons pour y retourner c'est pas vrai

18 maison pigalle clichy c'est pas cliché

et je pars ride la ville, tard le soir

j'ai plus peur d'être seule, plus peur d'être une fille

l'ambiance est électrique j'suis toxique pas qu'envers moi-même

17 ans qu'j'ai pas vu papa ça fera deux Porsche pour ma mère

<3 alix, léa, manon, enzo, mathilde, césar, thib, axel, loïc, marsot, mahéva, adèle, giulia <3

(liste non exhaustive des endroits où j'ai pleuré dans paris : bar le viaduc 75012, trocadero, cité de l'architecture, metro ligne 6, rue marcadet 75018, nanterre la defense 92, place du carroussel, orsay)

winnterzuko monono

babysolo33 tout pour le woohp

[fuwbuki]

I WENT TO PARIS!!!! so you know just a dream come true no big deal. Ofc i visited all the frev places like Carnavalet museum where i (no joke) stared like 10 minutes on Couthons wheelchair and then another 10 minutes on Robespierres portrait. (also who was going to tell me that they literally have a lock of his hair in there????) And i yapped my familys ear of during the entire trip. "Hey did you know.."

Anyway some of these sketches were made on spot in Paris but most of them at home since it rained the whole time so it wasnt ideal. I think im gonna make a lot more of them tho

Oh and btw i got myself a tiktok account for some historical animatics: https://www.tiktok.com/@fuwbuki1?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc

[domas-sabonis]

[greendayauthority]

Paris, France, 18 June 2024

[paingoes]

Destroyer - Graduation

(Masterlist)

fyi the noncon element here is pretty blink and you’ll miss it, but i added a warning just in case !

(Content: parental death mention, alcohol, drug use, brief noncon mention, dehumanization)

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The sun was out, but the air smelled metallic, like it might rain any second. It mixed in with the scent of the grass and fabric softener. Paris adjusted the saber on his hip. The dean’s voice droned on in the background, but all he could focus on was his own body, the way the uniform felt against his skin. It was Paris’s graduation day.

He was one of the hundred on the stage, over half of them graduating as officers on the accelerated track. For Paris, it was all just formality; the work he was doing already far exceeded his official title as officer. Still, it was a rite of passage. He liked the dress blues and the ceremonial blade. He liked that they were all going to get wasted after this. But when his name was called, he did not look out into the crowd. He looked over their heads, staring straight at the woods that bordered the clearing. Their applause was rapturous, but it was impersonal. Both of Paris’s parents were dead now. He had no other family. He knew there was no one in attendance for him.

The only people he would ever consider his friends were on the stage beside him — and they only qualified as such with some heavy reservations. The boys were all highborn kinsmen, and egregious social climbers at that. But they knew how to party, which was about the only thing he could focus on right now. 

The girls were cute, but cutthroat in their way. He kept them at arm’s length. They thought they could get away with anything.

Well, not Lorelai. His eyes flitted over to her. She was one of the few not in the officer’s garb, instead wearing a frilly dress that went down past her knees. Her skin literally glowed. The sun reflected in the little diamonds that were nestled in the skin around her eyes. She caught him looking and smiled back cheerfully. Paris looked away, pink rising to his cheeks. 

He bought her drinks at the afterparty. It was all going straight back into his pocket, anyway. The graduates milled about, already too far gone for so early in the night. The sun was just setting and small bright bugs were descending onto the party. Paris swatted them dead, which Lorelai scolded him for. 

“They’re harmless,” She slapped his wrist lightly, “Stop bullying them.”

Paris shrugged, wiping the guts off on his pants. He was getting there, yeah. Lorelai noticed the anxious way his eyes flitted around, the building irritation. She leaned on the table, tilting her head at him.

She traced her finger over the rim of her drink, “I’m surprised they let you graduate. I can hardly remember the last time I’ve seen you in person.”

“Oh, well,” Paris took another swig, “I was taking night classes.”

“Right,” She said, “I was worried about you.”

“Why? Did you hear something?” Paris looked around wildly. Lorelai laughed, leaning into him. Music was floating in softly over the field. She played with the pinned emblem of his jacket, a soft kind of sadness entered her eyes as she studied the design. She looked away, back up to Paris’s face. 

“Come on,” she tugged at his sleeve, “I need to get out of here.”

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There was the start of a marsh just a few yards away from the school’s gates. It wasn’t hard to get to if you knew it was there. Indeed, they passed by many students who had had the same idea. But Lorelai had a special spot by the willow tree. It had been ages since she’d gotten Paris down to it, but he had muscle memory on the causeway. He hopped down the path, carrying the bottles inside of his jacket. Lorelai trudged on in front of him, kicking up dirt on her white dress, not caring about it.

They could get pretty far out over the lake on the branch of the giant tree. Lorelai’s boots just grazed the surface of the water. She had her papers in her lap, trying to roll up without the dried leaves falling away. She licked at the blunt delicately, looking sidelong at Paris. Her face scrunched up as she spit out a crumb, ruining the effect.

“You better slow down,” She cautioned him as she turned her attention back to the bottles, “Remember we have to walk back.”

Paris nodded, but kept the flask in his hand. Lorelai offered him the blunt. They traded.

“What are you gonna do now that you’re graduated?” Paris took a deep inhale, tilted his head up to release the smoke in a clean plume.

“I was thinking about social work,” She pulled her knees up to her chest, “But I’ll probably take a gap year before anything else. I’m scared. I need more time.”

“You should,” Paris agreed, “Don’t rush into anything you’re not ready for. You’ve got nothing but time at this age.”

“You really believe that?”

Paris smiled. “No.”

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actually thats a common misconception. there was never any recognized committee put forth to specifically address the astronomical phenomenon of black holes. “black hole” was just an expression that was popular at the time and it got into a lot of the marketing notes. iirc it was mostly built to address the financial crisis.

Delta was deep in the middle of a forum argument when the knock came. He’d had his chair wedged up under the door and the blanket pulled up over his head. The flesh of his lip was raw from the way he was biting at it. It took him a minute to realize that the knocking was even knocking, let alone that it was for him. He’s been expecting a quiet night.

“Yo, Delta!” Paris shouted from the hall. That worked. Delta jumped up, flinging the laptop back into its hiding place. He got tangled up in the blanket, falling onto the floor. He kicked it off and hurried to remove the chair from its spot at the door. He could hear it was starting to give. He kicked it off into the corner, far enough that it would not be immediately obvious that he’d been using it as a doorstop. 

As soon as it was gone, Paris burst into the room. Delta stumbled back. The prince was in his dress blues, with a long and heavy blade attatched to his side. He had someone with him, some girl that Delta had never seen before. She wore a very expensive looking dress and curly, bronze hair tumbled down her back. Delta noticed the gemstones clustered at the center of her face, gleaming brightly with the same intensity as her eyes. She had to be aristocracy.

“What the hell? Did you lock your door?” Paris asked him, pushing the door back and forth a bit as if to test it.

“No, sir,” Delta lied, looking at him with a clueless expression. 

They were both drunk. Paris was grinning too stupidly, looking happier than he ever did sober. The girl was having a hard time walking straight, the same invincible expression on her face. Smiling like sharks. Delta sensed their eagerness and their flirtation. He began to feel very, very concerned about what they might want at this hour.

“Hi,” The girl smiled brightly, leaning in to speak to Delta. She reeked of liquor, “So where is it?”

“Lorry, this is it,” Paris grinned, moving his hands to his hips, “C’mon, we’ll go out. He’ll show you.”

“What?” Lorelai’s face fell, “What do you mean?”

Delta blushed. He was still standing before them, not kneeling. He wondered how long it would take drunk Paris to notice, if he noticed at all. It was hard to tell with him. Delta really wanted them both out of his room.

Paris titled his head, “Where did I lose you?”

Lorelai looked over Delta, making out the bright color of his sclera and the mechanical shape of the golden collar around his neck. Realization dawned on her. She turned back to Paris.

“Could you give us a moment, please?” She said to Delta, but without taking her eyes off the prince. The both of them walked back out the door. Lorelai shut it gingerly behind her. Delta immediately moved forward to eavesdrop better. Their voices were low, but animated.

“He was my dad’s. It’s not like that.” 

“So that makes it okay? You can’t just keep a person hostage like that. You didn’t tell me you had slaves.”

On the other side of the door, Delta smirked. Smooth move, Your Highness. Had Paris seriously thought she would be into that?

“Listen, Princess Highground, you’re the one who wanted to see the fucking superweapon. What do you think a superweapon is? Did you think it was going to be nice?” 

“I was just curious! You know I don’t actually-” 

“Don’t actually what? Seriously, Lorry, what do you think an empire does?”

She was walking away. If she responded, Delta didn’t hear it. He backed away, but they didn’t come back into his room. Their footsteps disappeared down the hall until they were fully inaudible. Delta moved his chair back in front of the door. Just in case.

[vudansmarue]

Paris, 2024

[laugier]

[beautifulfrenchhouses]

1,255,000 €

85 m² / 915 ft²

Paris XVIIIe, Ile-de-France, France.

[nicoscheer]

Oh god I’m crying

[todaysdocument]

Letter from Nguyen ai Quac [Ho Chi Minh] to Secretary of State Robert Lansing (with enclosure)

Record Group 256: Records of the American Commission to Negotiate PeaceSeries: General RecordsFile Unit: 851G.00

PARIS PEACE CONFERENCE

[much clearer (typewritten or stamped) text (within stamped frame): in black:]

851G.00/1

[/stamp]

A Son Excellence le Secrétaire d'Etat de la

République des Etats-Unis, Délégué à la Conférence de la Paix.

Excellence,

Nous prenons la liberté de vous remettre ci-jointe

la note des Revendications du peuple Annamite à l'occasion

de la victoire des Alliés.

Nous comptons sur votre haute bienveillance pour l'honorer de votre appui auprès de qui de droit.

Nous prions Votre Excellence de vouloir bien agréer l'hommage de notre profound respect.

Pour le Groupe des

Patriotes Annamites.

[stamp (faintly) seen below "Patriotes Annamites." and the signature, with a date within an inner rectangle within a larger rectangular "box";

text within it reads as follows:][outer:] FILE

[inner:] 20 AOUT 1919

[/stamp]

[signature [(above a typewritten blank line):] ] Nguyên Aí Quâc

56, Rue Monsieur le Prince, 56

- Paris -

[complete document, transcription and translation at link]

[floridazcrazy]

Love a black woman from infinity to infinity ♾️

I'm so happy that the olden age of gymnastics is gone so that we can finally get posts like this and not sad minors who stay locked up in their hotels.

[vudansmarue]

Paris, 2024

[cowboypossume]

RORY KNOWS PARIS'S COFFEE ORDER IM GONNA *SOB*