#gorg-ous

[allybeardsleycamoshirt]

thanks d20 for the breathtaking desert projections I was staring at the whole episode

[aidsyouinthinking]

Burdened by self given duty

Buried by guilt felt through all

Burned by scorned emotions

Broken by world percived

Born by trauma found within

Brought by sliver strands I follow

Bought by time's machine line

Bribed by the things I deny myself

...

Blithering belligerent bassy backwater bolderdash

I speak nothing of my musings

Minds tape whirling winding repeting scratching

I am tired, alone, broken, angry, scared, ruthless, pathetic, trained, flimsy, simple, and so fucking smaaaarrrrt.... none of who I am makes sense, the lines people draw for identity, I can not abide.

This is allllll his fault... that fat ogre-ous agregious bundle of wires, I'd hate them more, every phase, if I didn't have to pick up the torch, to wear his skin, to say I am and all before, I seen him, them, in all.

You are not alone, you are not the worst of it, you are a fucking human, welcome to the club...

be thankful your gears do not hum a tune

rhymtic and simple as you journey to tomb

You will rue yourself and by extension all

You will feel know and make the past fall

If not, what was; is, and that doesn't forbode well

If what you are is, then instead of past you will dwell

And you... welll... you know... you... eugh... you... me...

[fastasyoucan1999]

can’t relate to nate from the devil wears prada. i’d let anne hathaway do whatever she wants 👍

[histoireettralala]

"It is something that must be remedied". Dueling, noble privilege, honor, and the authority of the State.

At the Assembly of Notables, the king's friends Marshals La Force and Bassompierre complained that although the noble order had saved Henry IV's throne when the other orders had "deserted" him, now they found themselves pushed unceremoniously out of judicial and financial offices and even the king's council. Louis XIII replied cautiously that he intended to "favor his nobility with all the advantages he could." In the next few months he responded with a mixture of token concessions and severe demands. On the benign side, he tried (in vain) to make nobles engage in ignoble commerce by legalizing it, and he gave them a monopoly of household offices and top military and ecclesiastical posts. On the disciplinary side, he slashed their pensions, added yet another edict against dueling (superseding those of 1623 and 1624), set up a noble commission to authorize the demolition of chateau and town fortifications in the interior of the realm, and made it a capital offense to attack state policies and their authors (i.e., Richelieu) in printed tracts. Richelieu's hand can be seen in both the benign and the harsh sides of these reforms; Louis hand is especially evident in the latter.

The most spectacular example of Louis XIII's reforming action involving the nobility during this period was the execution of Bouteville for dueling. Francois de Montmorency, count of Bouteville, was a member of a distinguished provincial family and had the best connections at court. He embodied the noblest qualities of the fearless warrior in Louis's battles with the Huguenots. Unfortunately, he was also, at age twenty-seven, the champion dueler of France. Richelieu exaggerated only slightly in saying that Bouteville had his hand in every duel in France between 1624 and 1627. Some sort of showdown with Louis XIII was inevitable.

Just before Richelieu's rise to power Louis had tried to enforce an earlier revision of antidueling laws. But Bouteville had fled, and dueling tapered off. It reemerged in 1626. The count was in the thick of the fight, having returned to France just as the old law he had transgressed expired and the new —and more enforceable— edict of February 1626 was being unveiled. Combining the king's determination and his leading minister's ingenuity, the edict of 1626 addressed the pronoble parlementary judges' objection to executing every transgressor of previous laws. Duelers were put on notice that if they dueled or challenged anyone to a duel one on one, they would be stripped of their public posts; if they dueled with seconds —("Three Musketeers"-style) or killed an opponent, they would die. Furthermore, common knowledge alone—rather than virtually unobtainable witnesses, could send a nobleman to the executioner's block.

No one paid any attention. Louis himself seemed ambivalent, for he let his disgraced favorite Barradat off with only banishment from court. Bouteville's case, however, was different from all the rest: he was forever getting involved in elaborate, blood-shedding duels over his honor, even when he tried to run away from them! Just before implementation of the new edict, he engaged in a duel of three against three that ended the lives of two opponents, including yetanother boyhood companion of King Louis. At the beginning of 1627 Bouteville was drawn into yet another duel after his opponent, La Frette, called him a coward for refusing his challenge. A Bouteville second was killed, and the ace dueler promptly fled with his cousin Chapelles to the Spanish Netherlands to escape the new edict's penalties.

Louis XIII unwittingly led Bouteville at long last to his doom by giving the honor-ridden young man a partial pardon that looked like a slight: he would not be prosecuted if he returned to French soil but stayed away from court. Stung by this affront, Bouteville decided to evade no longer the baron of Beuvron, the would-be revenger of his last dueling victim, who had come unsuccessfully all the way to Brussels to challenge him. They fought a multiple duel, in the most public place in Paris Bouteville could think of to uphold his honor against his noble opponent and his royal master —the fashionable Place Royale.

Observers reported the king as being "so offended" that he sent Bassompierre after the fleeing Bouteville and Chapelles with Swiss guards, asked the parlementary prosecutors if the duo could be taken dead or alive, and "expressed great joy" at the news of their capture (while Richelieu and Marillac merely shrugged their shoulders and went on with their work). The instigator of the duel, Beuvron, escaped to England.

As the trial proceeded, Louis managed to keep his emotions in check. When Bouteville's wife, three months pregnant, fell on her knees after mass, the king avoided her, commenting: "The woman brings me pity, but I wish to and must maintain my authority." The condemned man's uncle by marriage, Condé, got nowhere with the typical male noble arguments: "He has failed by error of the custom of your kingdom, which makes honor consist of undertaking perilous actions…. The universal quest for glory, not a personal design to disobey you, drew him into this disobedience."

It is possible that Louis might have been swayed had Richelieu not constantly argued that a test case be made of Bouteville's flagrant defiance of the law. But, as we have seen in our discussion of the royal-ministerial partnership, the minister also made counterarguments for clemency. Richelieu later wrote that he had never been more shaken than by this conflict of values, and by appeals that came from his own family.

After the Parlement had sentenced Chapelles and Bouteville to decapitation, and their opponents to hanging in effigy, Louis armed himself as best he could against the shrieks of Condé's wife and the fainting of Mme de Bouteville. He cited his edicts, conscience, oath, and the blood of his nobility, "for which he had to answer to God." To Charlotte de Montmorency-Condé's cries for mercy he answered: "Their loss moves me as much as you, but my conscience forbids me to pardon them." According to the royal historiographer Bernard, Louis also exclaimed: "It is necessary for a little blood to be shed in this instance to stop the stream that flows daily." Louis XIII insisted that the execution be public, nervously ordered the guards to seize anyone who so much as called for "grace," and had the surrounding streets blocked off with chains and carts.

Bouteville and Chapelles died bravely and repentant for their crimes, dignifying a scene that must have sickened the entire court. Louis himself had to be bled a week later, and immediately fell dangerously ill. Was it worth it? Bernard contended that dueling was lessened, and history has accepted his verdict. In truth, the death on 22 June 1627 of a young nobleman who had killed twenty-two opponents was an exceptional act of state. In contrast to Henry IV and Marie de' Medici, who had condoned the socially acceptable crime of private dueling, Louis XIII simply said that state order was incompatible with flagrant lawless behavior in the name of noble honor.

During the rest of his reign Louis chose carefully where to draw the line. The axe fell on a beloved captain of the king's guards, but spared Protestant and Catholic officers in 1627-28, including Richelieu's cousin, who tried to settle the last of the religious wars by ritual duels. In 1636 Richelieu wrote to Louis that dueling had reappeared, to which the king replied: "It is something that must be remedied."

A. Lloyd Moote - Louis XIII the Just

[coffinbutch]

Back from camping! Here's a gorge:

[jezatalks]

Bon bah j'ai découvert que je ne digère plus la Coriandre (fraîche et s'il y a plus de 3 branches dans mon assiette)...

[depresseddepot]

shoveling food into your mouth all by yourself gorgeous

[gottlyewr]

 ꒰͡ ͜ ི༏ ͜ ྀ͡꒱  ੭   𝅄   𝆬 —ㅤ Wonyoung ꣑୧　

⭑ ๋ㅤ🦩ㅤ 𝆬⠀ׅ⠀ׁㅤhᧉllo kitty, kitty...ㅤヾㅤ𐙚

ㅤ 一 ㅤ Shᧉ's so gorgᧉous, girly cutᧉ...

ㅤ ಲ ͏ ׅㅤ𐚁 ' GOTTLY DSGㅤꞋꞋ ꣓ㅤֺㅤও

[jeanchrisosme]

Dis à ceux que tu aimes que tu les aimes. Dis leur, à chaque fois. Dis leur quand tu le penses, quand tu le ressens, quand ça te serre le ventre, quand ça te noue la gorge. Dis le quand tu as peur de les perdre ou quand c'est un bonheur de les garder. Dis le, quand ça te prend aux tripes, quand ça te tire les larmes. Dis le dans un éclat de rire, dans un élan de joie. Fais comme tu veux, mais dis le. Parce que, si tu ne le dis pas, personne ne le fera pour toi. Et parce que, parfois, demain n'existe pas.

[vidavalor]

Perfectly gorgeous

Gorgeous: exquisitely beautiful; very attractive. Comprised of 'gorge' + '-ous'.

'-ous': Suffix meaning "full of"

Gorge: (among other meanings) to fill oneself hungrily with food

Gorge: (one of its archaic meanings) the throat

[vans51]

Darling, with or without bra ?

Chéri, avec ou sans soutien-gorge ?

[icariebzh]

"J'ai du savon qui lave Les péchés capitaux Un stylo-bille qui grave Le goût d'un apéro Un soutien-gorge à piles Qui n' s'allume qu'aux beaux yeux Un dentifrice habile À blanchir les aveux Un buvard facétieux Qui sèche les chagrins Un œil pour lire à deux Quand le jour s'est éteint Un violon capital Voilé de Chambertin A faire sonner le mal Plus fort que le tocsin Si ça n' va pas Tu peux toujours aller la voir Tu demanderas La Poésie On t'ouvrira Même si elle n'est pas là D'ailleurs, elle n'est pas là Mais dans la tête d'un fou Ou bien chez des voyous Habillés de chagrin Qui vont par les chemins Chercher leur bonne amie La Poésie

J'ai des bas pour boiteuse À faire boiter l'ennui Et des parfums de gueuse À remplir tout Paris Des pendules à marquer Le temps d'un beau silence Des lassos à lacer Les garces de la chance Des machines à souffler Le vert de l'espérance Et des vignes à chanter Les messes de la démence Des oiseaux-transistors Qui chantent sur la neige Garantis plaqués-or Plaqués par le solfège

Si ça n' va pas Tu peux toujours aller la voir Tu demanderas La Poésie On t'ouvrira Même si elle n'est pas là D'ailleurs, elle n'est pas là Mais dans la tête d'un fou Qui s' prend pour un hibou À regarder la nuit Habillée de souris Comme sa bonne amie La Poésie

J'ai du cirage blond Quand les blés vont blêmir De la glace à façon Pour glacer les soupirs Des lèvres pour baiser Les aubes dévêtues Quand le givre est passé Avec ses doigts pointus J'ai tant d'azur dans l'âme Qu'on n'y voit que du bleu Quand le rouge m'enflamme C'est moi qui suis le feu J'ai la blancheur du cygne À blanchir tout Saint-Cyr Et sur un de mes signes On meurt pour le plaisir

Si ça n' va pas Tu peux toujours aller la voir Tu demanderas La Poésie On t'ouvrira Des fois qu'elle serait là Elle te recevrait même pas Elle n'est là pour personne Elle n'aime pas qu'on la sonne C'est pas une domestique Elle sait bouffer des briques Mais quand elle veut, elle crie La Poésie !"

Léo Ferré

[guys-in-distress-database]

GID Masterlist: Anime

This is every anime GID scene I could compile from my sources. It's definitely not complete, but has all the ones I know about!

Adventures of the Little Mermaid (eps. 4-6, 8, 17, 20, 21; tied up, bound and gagged)

Akame ga Kill! (eps. 9/10, 21; chained, tied up, crucified)

Akira (15 mins in; handcuffed, gagged)

The Ambition of Oda Nobuna (eps. 9; bound and gagged)

Arata the Legend (eps. 2; wooden handcuffs)

Attack on Titan season 1 (eps. 14; handcuffed)

Attack on Titan season 2 (eps. 10-12; bound and gagged)

Attack on Titan season 3 (eps. 1/2, 5-7; chained and gagged, tied up)

Attack on Titan season 4 (eps. 8, 9, 15, 19-22; tied up, chained, bound and gagged)

Attack on Titan: No Regrets (pt. 1; handcuffed)

Bakumatsu season 1 (eps. 8-11; tied up)

Bakumatsu season 2 (eps. 1, 6, 7, 10; tied up)

Banana Fish (eps. 2-4, 8-10, 13-15, 20-22, 24; tied up, handcuffed, handgagged, chained, ziptied, duct tapped)

Be Boy Kidnappin' Idol (OVA; tied up, handgagged)

Black Butler season 1 (eps. 2, 4, 7, 16; tied up, handgagged, bound and gagged)

Black Butler OVA (pt. 2; bound and gagged)

Brave Story (six minutes in; bound and gagged)

Bungou Stray Dogs (eps. 6, 9; chained, bound and gagged)

Castle in the Sky (roughly halfway through/during the climax; tied up)

Chaika the Coffin Princess (eps. 5; tied up)

Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion season 1 (eps. 3/4; straightjacketed)

Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion season 2 (eps. 2, 10; straightjacketed, bound and gagged)

Cuticle Detective Inaba (eps. 1; bound and gagged)

Death Note (eps. 16/17; handcuffed, leather straps)

Detective Conan (eps. 563/564, 803, 845/846, 871, 968; bound and gagged, blindfolded, tied up)

Deltora Quest (eps. 19, 33/34, 38, 43, 47; tied up, bound and gagged)

Dies Irae (eps. 1, 4, 5, 7, 11; tied up, chained, strapped down)

Eureka Seven: Astral Ocean (eps. 3; bound and gagged, duct taped)

Fairy Tail (eps. 5, 35, 54, 89, 125, 300; tied up, bound and gagged, chained, crucified)

Farewell, My Dear Cramer: First Touch (1 hour and 10 mins in/after the end credits; bound and gagged)

Fate/Stay Night (eps. 13/14; tied up)

Fullmetal Alchemist (eps. 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 12, 19, 24, 27, 29, 41, 48, 49; chained, tied up, bound and gagged, handcuffed)

Garo the Animation (eps. 14; tied up)

Giant Gorg (eps. 12-14, 19/20; tied up, bound and gagged, strapped down)

Girly Air Force (eps. 1; bound and gagged)

Hakata Tonkotsu Ramens (eps. 1/2, 4, 6, 8, 11; bound and gagged, tied up, handcuffed)

Hanasakeru Seishounen (eps. 16/17; tied up)

Hitori no Shita: The Outcast season 1 (eps. 3; bound and gagged)

Hitori no Shita: The Outcast season 2 (eps. 4; bound and gagged)

Idolish7 season 3 (eps. 14/15; tied up, handcuffed, bound and gagged)

Kamisama Dolls (eps. 4; bound and gagged)

Kekkaishi (eps. 3/4, 44-46; bound and gagged)

Libra of Nil Admirari (eps. 12; bound and gagged)

The Lost Village (eps. 3, 5, 12; tied up, bound and gagged)

Magical Girl Ore (eps. 1/2, 8, 11/12; tied up)

Midori no Hibi (eps. 1/2, 11; tied up, bound and gagged)

My Hero Academia season 2 (eps. 12, 22; tied up, bound and gagged)

My Hero Academia season 3 (eps. 7/8; handcuffed)

Nabari no Ou (eps. 23; bound and gagged)

Naruto (eps. 2, 175/176, 209-212; tied up, bound and gagged)

Naruto OVA (Mission: Protect the Hidden Waterfall Village; tied up)

Naruto Shippuden the Movie: Blood Prison (around 13 mins in; bound and gagged)

Natsume's Book of Friends season 1 (eps. 9; tied up)

Natsume's Book of Friends season 3 (eps. 7; tied up)

Natsume's Book of Friends season 4 (eps. 1; tied up)

One Piece (eps. 457-480; chained)

Persona 5: The Animation (eps. 1; handcuffed)

Pokemon season 1 (eps. 12, 26, 33, 45, 46, 62, 63, 68; tied up, gagged)

Pokemon season 2 (eps. 10, 35; tied up)

Pokemon season 3 (eps. 6, 22, 30, 41; tied up, bound and gagged)

Pokemon season 5 (eps. 47, 53, 57; tied up, bound and gagged)

Pokemon season 6 (eps. 10, 32, 38; tied up, bound and gagged)

Pokemon season 8 (eps. 7; tied up)

Pokemon season 12 (eps. 32; tied up)

Pokemon season 17 (eps. 7, 10; tied up)

Pokemon season 18 (eps. 7, 14, 34; tied up)

Pokemon season 19 (eps. 15, 39; tied up)

Pokemon season 21 (eps. 47; tied up)

Psychic Detective Yakumo (eps. 9; tied up)

Rewrite (eps. 6, 11; bound and gagged, blindfolded)

The Royal Tutors (eps. 9; tied up, bound and gagged)

Rurouni Kenshin (eps. 3, 18, 19, 22, 26, 44, 76, 85; tied up, bound and gagged, chained, wooden handcuffs)

Samurai Flamenco (eps. 4, 9, 15, 17, 21; tied up, handcuffed)

Sands of Destruction (eps. 1, 3, 8, 10; tied up, bound and gagged)

Seraph of the End: Battle of Nagoya (eps. 1; handcuffed and gagged)

Shikizakura (eps. 1/2, 6; ziptied, gagged)

Snow White with the Red Hair (eps. 18, 19, 21; tied up)

Spice and Wolf (eps. 12/13; tied up)

Tales from Earthsea (roughly a quarter into the movie; chained)

Tokyo Ghoul (eps. 10-12; chained, blindfolded, bound and gagged)

Uninhabited Planet Survive (eps. 28/29; tied up)

Valvrave the Liberator (eps. 2, 3, 4; tied up, bound and gagged)

Yu-gi-oh! (eps. 70, 72; tied up)

[ekman]

– “Prends-moi la main, Martial. Je sens qu’elle arrive... Elle est déjà là.” Émile était devenu pâle comme un enfant fiévreux, le teint cireux et le regard de moins en moins mobile. Martial l’avait soulagé de son bardas, puis défait les boutons de sa gabardine. Derrière le tissu percé, son gilet et sa chemise étaient rendus poisseux d’un sang épais. Il respirait très mal, mais ça ne s’épanchait plus.

– “Ça va aller mon Émile, n’aies pas peur.” À genoux dans ce trou de mortier, hors de vue des tireurs allemands, Martial était perdu. Une minute plus tôt, Émile, qui cheminait devant lui, s’était effondré comme un sac de linge, pile quand la détonation d’un Mauser avait claqué sèchement au loin, là-bas vers l’Est, du côté des barbelés fridolins. Plaqué au sol, il avait tout juste eu le temps de le prendre par les brêlages pour le tirer dans un trou d’obus. Que faire si loin des lignes ? Pas la peine de gueuler au secours. À un mètre de profondeur, derrière la terre retournée, personne n’entendrait. Et pas de fusée dans la musette. “Pas la peine, y se passe plus rien ici”, lui avait asséné l’adjudant Bollard avant le départ vers l’avant-poste du Lieutenant Dutray, avec des instructions écrites et un sac de ravitaillement. Mais pourquoi un de ces crétins de Boche avait fait feu ? Des jours que la pétarade avait cessé ! Merde, pourquoi ?! Merde, merde et re-merde !

– “Martial, t’es toujours là hein ?” Martial savait que sa voix allait flancher. Sa vue était entrain de se troubler. C’est que dans sa grosse pogne si froide de boue et de pluie, il sentait la fine main d’Émile plus froide encore. Il se racla la gorge. “T’inquiète, j’ai envoyé une fusée, les secours vont arriver. Ça va aller vite, ils ne tirent plus en face.” La tête d’Émile glissait doucement sur le côté. Martial la redressa et se pencha sur son jeune copain de tranchée. “Merde, Émile, tu vas pas lâcher maintenant. Six mois qu’on traine ensemble ici à déjouer tous les mauvais sorts. Partout on raconte que ça va se terminer, tout ce tintouin, ce merdier. Si c’est pas aujourd’hui, ce sera demain, ou la semaine prochaine, mais guère plus je te dis...” Émile esquissa un sourire. “C’est bête ça, alors. On devait rentrer ensemble pour que je te présente ma sœur.” Il y eut un temps. “Elle est jolie, tu sais, la petite Charlotte.” Martial sentait les larmes creuser leur chemin le long de ses joues, inondant chaque contour de sa barbe sale. ”Oui, elle est gironde ta frangine, mon Émile.” Sa respiration s’arrêta d’un coup. Martial eut le réflexe de secouer le tirailleur de seconde classe Émile Gandin, mortellement blessé d’une balle au poumon.

– “Tu dois pas partir, Émile ! J’entends les gars de la Santé qui arrivent, dis donc ! Respire, bon sang !” Émile eut une inspiration brève et un peu de lumière revint dans son regard. “... et mes parents, Martial. Je suis sûr que tu plairas à mon père,. C’est un dur à cuire, comme toi…”

– “Arrête de causer. Repose-toi, là. Fais pas d’effort, respire bien.” Martial plongea son regard dans celui d’Émile, 22 ans. Il s’imprégna de l’image de son jeune visage, si affreusement pâle. 

Il vit assez nettement l’instant où le dernier souffle de vie passa entre les lèvres du mourant, faisant gonfler quelques petites bulles de salive rosâtres. Un très léger voile apparut à la surface des yeux d’Émile, quelque chose de ténu mais de définitif pourtant. Le signe qu’il venait de partir, de quitter ce trou de terre molle qui mêlait la chair des soldats, l’acier des obus et toutes les larmes de toutes les douleurs. C’était le 10 novembre 1918, quelque part dans le Nord de la France.

J.-M. M.

[orageusealizarine]

Je voudrais, parfois, que personne d'autre que toi ne lise ce que je t'écris. Paroles perdues, paroles proférées à la nuit : tu es mon grand arbre, tu es mon grand vent, tu es le feu qui brûle et disperse mes paroles tues. Mais tous ces mots ne font-ils pas plus que te dire ? Et n'est-ce pas mon devoir de désigner au monde ta beauté ? (Comme je désigne le ciel et les végétations, amie prise par la main sur le parvis familier pour lui montrer cerisier et tulipes invisibles).

Survivrais-je un monde où ta beauté n'a pas été dite ? Plus que ta beauté - ta ferveur, ta soumission consentie à mes mots et mes mains, ta nudité claire et neutre à louer comme un présage salutaire. Oui, comment vivre dans un monde où s'ignore la générosité de tes paumes ouvertes et offertes ?

Je renonce à l'ignorance coutumière, à l'aveuglement : il faut, par mes paroles, dessiller l’œil solaire - répandre sur toi nos rayons d'or ; t'avoir en pleine lumière - en plein cri de joie : percer yeux et tympans et louer jusqu'aux parties les plus blanches de ton être (les plus fades, les plus inutiles - celles que mes baisers chérissent deux fois plus pour les rendre combles).

Doré par mes mots, par mes prières - par mes avidités et mes songes liquides ; oint de mon désir nouveau-né, tu resplendis. Fleurs de sueur humectées par leur germination, tu fais, pour qui sait sentir, le printemps plus réel. On marche, et la nature brille de tes mémoires : la terre exhalée et humide, crevée tout à coup de mille germes, rappelle ta chair ravinée de caresses. Fléau moite que ce printemps qui gorge les ruisseaux (mois détesté des bergers idéaux, des bucoliques oisivetés), qui te dégorge à son passage - divinité océane que tu contrefais ou concrétises.

Salive solaire ablution, nos doigts, nos ventres, nos cuisses - regards délavés éternels - gaieté, la terre grasse la chair ébranlées à plaisir - tes paupières, rivières sur-emplies, coulures épaisses bordées d'astres : fonte printanière que rien n'entrave. Mais comment dire ton corps ? confondu aux floraisons dans mon langage chimique.

[camisoledadparis]

oui, avec mon frère on a bien travaillé au Bois la nuit dernière; lui, avec ses bas roses c'est sa rondelle qui a ramassé, moi avec mes lèvres mieux dessinées les clients m'en ont fait avaler. Malgré tout on n'a pas fait assez de fric pour se payer un soutien-gorge chacun ou alors un caraco/camisole: les clients aiment bien s'accrocher aux fines bretelles pendant qu'ils . . .