#University of Bordeaux

[empirearchives]

Napoleon and Universities

From University of Bordeaux — Our History page, updated 28/06/2022

“In 1793, the University of Bordeaux disappeared like all French universities following a decision of the Convention (Parliament that governed France from September 1792 to October 1795 during the French Revolution) which saw in these corporations a remnant of the Ancien Régime.”

“Napoleon Bonaparte restored the concept of the university in 1806. In Bordeaux, the Faculty of Theology was recreated in 1808 and those of Letters and Sciences in 1838.”

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In original French:

Source: Université de Bordeaux — Notre histoire

[practically-an-x-man]

16 for Nikoletta/Abner?

Thanks!!

16. brand new neighbours au Send Me a Ship and a Number and I'll Write a Short Fic

____ Southern Hospitality

Word Count: 1.9k Content Warnings: mild body horror, some awkwardness

Crossposted on AO3 ____

The new neighbor was a little weird.

Nikoletta knew she was a little weird too. There weren't many apartment complexes that catered to metahumans, and those that did usually fell under one of two classes: so pricey that their only care was who could pay the rent, or so cheap that they didn't give a damn either way. After all, if they weren't even going to bother with clearing the mold out of the showers, why would they bother to screen out their paying tenants?

So everyone was a little weird around here.

But the new guy took it to a whole different level.

He'd moved in last week. Nikoletta still didn't know his name. She'd encountered him once or twice before, but he was... squirrelly. She'd offered to help him set up his TV on the day he moved in and had the door shut in her face - shut but not slammed, it almost seemed like he was trying to be polite about it, if the difference really mattered. And she'd run into him down by the mailboxes the other day and asked his name, but his response was so mumbled she couldn't make it out.

At this point, Nikoletta was tempted just to let it go. She wasn't exactly a social butterfly either, and as far as she was concerned she only needed to know her neighbors well enough to knock on their doors if there was a tenement fire.

But she was out of cornstarch. Her neighbors to the left were out of town, most of the others worked nights and weren't home, and she didn't ever deal with her across-the-hall neighbors unless she had to. Racist dickheads.

So that left the quiet man to the right.

Nikoletta knocked on his door before she could talk herself out of it. She'd never engaged with him directly like this. All their prior encounters had been brief and incidental, nothing so brazen as outright knocking on his door. She wondered why that was so daunting for her.

The door opened a crack. Through the gap, Nikoletta saw the faint glow of multicolored light illuminating the dark apartment beyond. Her first thought was of those flashy computer setups with the RGB lights - but if he had one of those, he certainly wouldn't be living in a place like this. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

"Hello," she started, before the silence could stretch too far, "I'm Nikoletta- your next-door neighbor? I'm sorry to bother you, I just- would you happen to have any cornstarch? I need to make a slurry to thicken this sauce and I'm all out."

There was a pronounced silence. Nikoletta fought the urge to shift on her feet.

"Wait here."

His voice was soft and somehow gentle, even as the door shut forcefully in front of her. Nikoletta stared at the warped, cracked wood for several long minutes, wondering vaguely if her sauce was bubbling over.

Finally the door swung open, and a plastic cup filled with cornstarch was thrust in her direction. The hand that held it was swollen with glowing pustules, illuminating the hallway with the same light she'd seen inside his apartment.

Nikoletta took the cup automatically, fingers nearly brushing his own in the flurry of it all - she realized too late that she'd forgotten her gloves - and then his hand retreated like he'd been burned.

"Hey, are you oka-"

The door slammed shut so powerfully that chips of paint fluttered down from around the doorjamb. Nikoletta stood there in stunned silence for a moment, certain he was watching her through the peephole in the center of the door, then bit her lip.

"Thank you," she said through the door, the only other thing she could think to say after the strangeness of that whole interaction, and trudged back to her apartment.

Twenty minutes later, she found herself back in front of his door.

This was a mistake. Clearly he wasn't feeling well. She could return his cup tomorrow, or even just leave it by the door for him to pick up on his own. She didn't need to knock on the door. She didn't need to bother him.

But here she was.

Nikoletta watched colorful light spray out under the base of the door and knew he had to be standing just on the other side.

"Excuse me," she said, summoning her courage, "I brought your cup back. And I wanted to invite you over for dinner."

Like before, the door opened just a crack. She caught a glimpse of him on the other side, just one dark eye and more of those glowing tumors amid the darkness.

"You want to invite me over?"

It was the most she'd ever heard him say at once. His voice still held the same gentle hesitance, like he was shocked she would even speak to him. Nikoletta nodded, now gaining a little more courage.

"I made more than I could eat anyway, and I figured it's only fair since you contributed to it too." she said, and held out the empty cup towards the crack in the door. This time she'd remembered her gloves.

He took the cup and wedged it through the crack in the door without releasing the chain. There was another long silence as he seemed to turn her words over in his head.

"You want to invite me over." he repeated, like something about the words just wasn't computing. Nikoletta shrugged.

"I'm not forcing you. I won't feel offended if you say no. But if you wanted to come over, eat a little home-cooked food, maybe meet your new neighbor..."

"Will you give me ten minutes?"

A smile burst across her face before she could stop it. She'd extended the offer mostly as a courtesy - this was the South, offering to share a meal was hardly any more uncommon than saying "bless you" after a sneeze - but had never really expected him to agree. That alone was a surprise. It was just as much a surprise that she found herself looking forward to it.

"Of course," she said, regaining her composure quickly, "Just knock on my door when you're ready. I'm just next door on your left."

"Thank you."

And then the door slid shut and he was gone once again.

Those ten minutes proved to be a godsend. Because she hadn't expected him to agree, she hadn't thought to get her apartment ready for any guests. And sure, ten minutes wasn't enough time to vacuum the floors or tackle the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink, but Nikoletta was at least able to set the table and clear a bit of the clutter before her neighbor knocked on her door.

She jumped at the sudden knock, and found herself hesitating as she made her way to the door. What it was that she was really nervous about... she didn't know. Being face-to-face with whatever those pustules and tumors were? But she'd spent plenty of time around metahumans, she'd certainly seen worse. She couldn't say she was delighted by the thought of it, but neither was she disgusted.

Maybe it was just the thought of having another living human in her home. She was nearly as much of a loner as he seemed to be. It was strange- more than strange, to have company that didn't boil down to a landlord or electrician.

He knocked again, a touch more hesitantly.

"Nikoletta?"

She took a deep breath, steadying herself, then pulled the door open with what she hoped was a welcoming smile.

The man on the other side of the door looked nothing like what she'd glimpsed inside his apartment. Gone was the strange multicolored light, the glowing masses that stretched the skin of his hands and face. He was about her age, taller than she expected and a little thinner too, dressed in slacks and a button-up printed with patterns she'd have expected to see on the carpet of a roller rink. His face was angular, sharp cheekbones and a strong, sloped nose, and he offered her something like a smile when he caught her eyes.

He was... kind of cute. In an awkward, kicked-puppy sort of way.

"Here, come in," Nikoletta blurted before she could get too lost in her thoughts, and ushered him inside.

It felt like a dance neither of them had rehearsed. She tried to usher him to the table and realized too late that she hadn't even gotten his name. He stumbled for words and introduced himself as Abner Krill, and she tried not to linger on the touch as she shook his hand. It had been far too long since she'd had physical contact of any kind, even gloved and shielded.

He noticed the smears of inky darkness across her wooden countertops, left from times she was too tired or careless or simply didn't bother to put on gloves, but didn't ask. She noticed the scars on his wrists and the way he seemed to tuck in on himself like he wanted to take up the smallest space he could, but chose not to ask about that either. She certainly didn't ask about the strange lights she'd seen in his apartment.

Eventually she got him seated at the table and set a plate in front of him, doing her best to act the part of the Southern hostess. She was a little new to this, to say the least. At least he didn't seem to mind her awkwardness. Not when it only matched his own.

Nikoletta wasn't sure how to make small talk, or if he'd want to make small talk, so she just tucked into her food and waited for her neighbor to do the same.

Abner took one bite and looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"Oh, honey, you don't have to eat it if you don't like it," Nikoletta blurted with a wince, "It's my dad's recipe, it's a little spicy- I'm sorry."

But he shook his head and took another bite, curling over the food like he thought she'd snatch it away from him.

"No, it's-" he mumbled, "It's good. It's just... been a long time since I've had, um, anything homemade."

And once he started, he couldn't slow down.

"I've never lived on my own before," Abner said, gaining momentum, "I used to live with my mom, but- um, she died, and I don't know where all my brothers and sisters ended up, so now I'm on my own. I'm still trying to figure it out. I don't know how to cook yet."

"I'm new to having company myself," Nikoletta admitted, managing to find his eyes for just a moment before he ducked his head again, "But if you'd like, you could... you could come over tomorrow, around six, and I'll show you how to make some chicken tacos. It's a really easy recipe, I think it could be a good one to start you out."

"You want me to come over again?" There it was again, that careful uncertainty, the way his voice fell to almost a whisper like any volume would scare her away. But there was hope there too, she thought. Subtle, but it was there.

"I would," she said, "I'd like that very much."

[ameliaava001]

😮‍💨 #WWE  

[germanpostwarmodern]

Institut régional de formation des travailleurs sociaux d'Aquitaine (1971) in Bordeaux, France, by Edmond Lay & Jean-Paul Saint-Laurent

[flexingtyger99]

Scarlett x Nikki (Freeze Frame Moment)

[blackbatss]

Detective comics #775

[fagsex]

planning outfits is a mixture of so fun and so embarrassing like i need the door closed TIGHT or i feel like im doing something Wrong i do not know what it is. perhaps shame of not being naturally perfect at all i do but i am perfect at it so it cannot be this.

[opaattack]

They're just better than you.

[pan-fried-autism]

Decided to make this edit just for the sake of working with RQ1s body shape— meet Bordeaux Quartz 1.0!

[mandy-eminem-moxley77]

Nothing wrong with watching this on a Sunday night:

[jeshaisabookworm]

Halloween Havoc Night 1 | NXT Recap

NXT had night 1 of their 2 week Halloween special which featured Chase University vs the Don Tony D’Angelo & Channing ‘Stacks’ Lorenzo (c). The semi-finals of the Women’s Breakout Superstar along with the NXT Women’s Championship match between Becky Lynch (c) and Lyra Valkyria. The night starts with a live performance of Vampyre by New Years Day which is the official theme of Halloween Havoc…

[wub-fur-radio]

Psychedelic Daze ☮︎ Spirit of 1967 vs Reality 2024

A 21st Century Neo-Psychedelic Music Mix

I coulda said it was in my way – D. Crosby

Wub-Fur Internet Radio is back with another of our patent pending streaming mixes of contemporary psych rock from around the world and across the universe. Fourteen tunes that traffic in more than a bit of musical and lyrical nostalgia without completely losing touch with the reality of the present day. Featuring contributions from Helicon, Rancho Relaxo, Robyn Hitchcock, Tess Parks, Jeffrey Alexander + The Heavy Lidders, Bananagun, Deviant Amps, Sons of Zokü, and a half dozen more bands of partially unreconstructed hippies that are up to the task of dragging the spirit of the 1960s kicking and screaming into the third decade of the 21st century.

Cover art based on a photo by Leslie Bryce of David Crosby visiting The Beatles in the studio during the Sgt. Pepper recording sessions in 1967. Apologies to them all and to legendary Swedish psych rockers Gold, whose tune Psychedelic Days kicks off our mix, inspired its title, and serves as something of a mission statement for its unapologetically nostalgic freak-flag-flying spirit.

▶︎ Listen on Mixcloud

Running Time: 1 hour

Tracklist

Psychedelic Days (3:10) — Gold | Sweden

Magma Rising (4:30) — Cosmic Fall | Berlin, Germany

She Taste of LSD (3:05) — Deviant Amps | England, UK

Flesh Failures (Let the Sun Shine In) (3:33) — Mushroom | San Francisco, CA

Burning of the Midnight Lamp (3:59) — Robyn Hitchcock | London, UK

Higher (3:46) — Helicon | Glasgow, UK

Echoes of the Unknown (4:33) — Rancho Relaxo | Norway

You Know [Live Session] (4:38) — Stoner Bud’s | Bordeaux, France

Children of the Man (5:06) — Bananagun | Melbourne, Australia

Lemon Poppy (3:18) — Tess Parks | Toronto, Canada

Glade Runner (2:52) — Pretty Lightning | Saarbrücken, Germany

Earth Chant [Acoustic] (3:37) — Sons of Zöku | Adelaide, Australia

Light the Incense (3:01) — Black Snake Moan | Italy

Almost Cut My Hair (10:35) — Jeffrey Alexander + The Heavy Lidders | Philadelphia, PA

• Outro: Getting the Beatles High (0:20) — The Croz

All tracks released in 2024, except She Taste of LSD by Deviant Amps, which was released in 2023, and Glade Runner by Pretty Lightning, which will be released in 2025.

[germanpostwarmodern]

Maison des Arts (1993-95) in Bordeaux, France, by Massimiliano Fuksas

[mauve-ic]

I won my archery competition and Lancelot won Tristan's heart ❤️.

Anyway, I'm currently writing a fic (trislance ) and I should finish it quickly because I have motivation to write but not to learn my lessons. If anyone wants a stay at home wife I'm here because there's no way I can succeed in my math test.

Thanks to the prestigious university of "science po Bordeaux" for giving me this note book, now it's my drawing book and I'll never go to your school, who tf needs to study Spanish when they don't want to ?

[blackbatss]

Detective comics #762

[whencyclopedia]

Montesquieu

Montesquieu (1689-1757) was a French philosopher whose ideas in works like The Spirit of the Laws helped launch the Enlightenment movement in Europe. His ideas on the separation of powers, that is, between the executive, legislative, and judiciary, were influential on other Enlightenment thinkers and on the 13 colonies that became the United States of America.

Early Life

Charles-Louis de Secondat, Baron de la Brède, now known simply as Montesquieu, as his full name suggests, was born into a noble family near Bordeaux, France, on 18 January 1689. He inherited the barony of La Brède in 1696. First educated by the Oratorians (a Catholic religious order) at the Collége de Juilly, Montesquieu then studied law at the University of Bordeaux. On graduating in 1708, he began his career in law, practising in Bordeaux's Parlement (a sovereign court). Montesquieu became a judge in 1714. In 1715, he married Jeanne de Lartigue, a woman of independent means; the couple went on to have three children. In 1716, in the peculiar French system of passing on legal titles and roles, Montesquieu inherited both the barony of Montesquieu and the position of Président à mortier in the Bordeaux Parlement from a late uncle. He then went on to sell the same title in 1725 after he decided to retire from the toil of working life at the age of 36.

Montesquieu had independent means thanks to his family's estate at La Brède, which included large areas of farmland and vineyards. The historian H. Chisick describes Montesquieu's estate management as "practical, hard-headed, and parsimonious" (281). Here he now spent most of his time. Besides personally inspecting what his estate workers got up to, he was keen to increase his knowledge of literature and write down a few thoughts on political systems past and present.

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