#jean pons

[philoursmars]

Marseille. Musée Cantini : une expo de Jean Pons, artiste marseillais des années 60 : "J'aurai la peau des choses" . Ici ce qu'il nommait ses assemblages, entre surréalisme et art brut..

"Les boîtes aux lettres - ou - Le Fil Noir"

"Sporting Club"

"Métro Fantôme"

id. que 1

id. que 2

id. que 3

[thursdaymurderbub]

Screenland magazine, January 1936

[genevieveetguy]

Dessert for Constance (Un dessert pour Constance), Sarah Maldoror (1981)

[cyber444angel]

i love how the cliché of straight ppl not being able to read someone gets validated every time i go outside,,, bro,,, some basic straight girls called me barbie as an insult,,, like,,, girl,,, come on,,,,,

[kaiidith]

Actually, the only way I can imagine Picard having sex is if he were beholden to some inexorable biological mating cycle.

Picard: It has to do with French biology.

Riker: You mean the biology of the French?

Controversial, perhaps.

[famousborntoday]

Jean-Louis Pons was a French astronomer. Despite humble beginnings and being self-taught, he went on to become the greatest visual comet discoverer of all time:...

Link: Jean-Louis Pons

[famousdeaths]

Jean-Louis Pons was a French astronomer. Despite humble beginnings and being self-taught, he went on to become the greatest visual comet discoverer of all time:...

Link: Jean-Louis Pons

[movienized-com]

Vincent doit mourir

Vincent doit mourir (2023) #StephanCastang #KarimLeklou #VimalaPons #FrancoisChattot #JeanRemiChaize #UlysseGenevrey Mehr auf:

Vincent Must DieJahr: 2023 Genre: Comedy / Drama / Fantasy Regie: Stéphan Castang Hauptrollen: Karim Leklou, Vimala Pons, François Chattot, Jean-Rémi Chaize, Ulysse Genevrey, Karoline Rose Sun, Emmanuel Vérité, Sébastien Chabane, Benoît Lambert, Léna Dia, Pierre Maillet, Michaël Perez, Anne-Gaëlle Jourdain … Filmbeschreibung: Unbekannte Menschen beginnen plötzlich Vincent anzugreifen, mit der…

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

My Top 25 First Time Watches of 2024!

1. Love Streams (John Cassavetes, 1984) 2. Série noire (Alain Corneau, 1979) 3. Christine (Alan Clarke, 1987) 4. La morte vivante (Jean Rollin, 1982) 5. The Long Goodbye (Robert Altman, 1973) 6. Les Nuits de la pleine lune (Éric Rohmer, 1984) 7. Quatre nuits d'un rêveur (Robert Bresson, 1971) 8. La prima notte di quiete (Valerio Zurlini, 1972) 9. Céline (Jean-Claude Brisseau, 1992) 10. Angel Dust (Sogo Ishii, 1994) 11. Duelle (Jacques Rivette, 1976) 12. Les chambres rouges (Pascal Plante, 2023) 13. You Can’t Take It with You (Frank Capra, 1938) 14. Smooth Talk (Joyce Chopra, 1985) 15. Lemora: A Child’s Tale of the Supernatural (Richard Blackburn, 1973) 16. The ’Burbs (Joe Dante, 1989) 17. Daisy Kenyon (Otto Preminger, 1947) 18. Road (Alan Clarke, 1987) 19. Drylongso (Cauleen Smith, 1998) 20. Once Upon a Time in the West (Sergio Leone, 1968) 21. Little Odessa (James Gray, 1994) 22. The Company of Strangers (Cynthia Scott, 1990) 23. The Black Tower (John Smith, 1987) 24. Ocaña (Ventura Pons, 1978) 25. Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (Jaromil Jireš, 1970)

(My list in Letterboxd -click here-)

Happy New Year!

[corroded-hellfire]

Gimme A Break - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish Story

Collaboration with my beloved @munson-blurbs

Summary: A trip to the grocery store has you running into some familiar faces--and one not so friendly.

Note: Let Brittany bashing commence!

Warnings: talk of body image

Words: 2k

[As You Wish masterlist]

In your opinion, there’s no such concept as a bad time for soup. The dead of winter, the stifling heat of summer—it’s all good. 

The fall weather that’s rolled into Hawkins has inspired you to try your hand at making some from scratch, bringing you to Bradley’s Big Buy on a Sunday afternoon. You’re inspecting a bag of carrots for freshness and tossing them in the cart haphazardly when you feel a sudden thump against your leg. 

“Wha—” you start, ready to confront whoever was careless enough to ram into you. Your scowl immediately softens when you see the two smiling faces looking up at you. “Oh, hi boys!”

Luke, unsurprisingly, is the one who ran into you at full speed. Ryan is a few paces behind his bull-in-a-china-shop brother, but his expression is equally happy. 

You crouch down to give each of them a hug. The way they both wrap their arms around you radiates love’s warmth, and it melts your heart. 

“Are you buying anything good?” you ask, knowing they’ll be wholly unimpressed with your basket full of vegetables. 

Luke nods vigorously. “CHICKEN NUGGETS!” He bellows, drawing irate glares from nearby shoppers. “Daddy has a cool-pon.”

“It’s coupon,” Ryan says with a gentle roll of his eyes. 

You’re still stuck on the mention of their dad. Eddie’s here? And you don’t have on a lick of makeup���of course. 

“Where is Daddy?” you ask, looking up and down the aisle in the unlikely event that you missed him. 

“He’s uh…” Luke trails off, scrunching his nose as he searches for his dad. Carly Simon’s “You’re So Vain” crinkles over the PA system after being interrupted by a call for assistance in the frozen food department as Brittany appears at the end of the aisle.

An irritated voice calls out from the end of the aisle. “What’s taking you two so—oh. You’re here.” Brittany crosses her arms over her chest, huffing out an impatient sigh when she spots you. 

Luke pipes up, still attached to your leg. “We can’t find the asper-, uh, aparag, the um…”

“Asparagus,” Brittany corrects him as if the five-year-old should be able to pronounce words perfectly by this age.

“Oh,” you say, turning to exactly where you know the asparagus is. “Here you go.”

Ryan gladly takes it from you with a grin. Huh, maybe there is a Munson who shares your affinity for veggies. It certainly isn’t Luke—or Eddie, for that matter. 

“You’re the best!” he says cheerfully, placing it in the cart that Brittany’s been pushing.

“Boys.” It almost sounds like she’s admonishing them for being kind to you. She looks at you with unkind eyes. “Maybe you should work here instead of for us,” she says, trying to play it off as a joke, but you can tell there’s some underlying threat. 

Luke is not amused by this, his little fingers digging into your leg as he clutches onto your jeans even tighter. “No! She has to be our babysitter forever and ever!” He pouts, eyes welling up with tears at the mere mention of you leaving. 

“Maybe not forever,” Ryan points out, always the practical one, “because one day we’ll be grown-ups with our own kids—”

“And then she can babysit them!” Luke declares, proud of his idea, loosening his grip on you. 

Brittany shakes her head, immediately eschewing the notion. “C’mon, let’s get going,” she says tersely. “Dad’s gonna be wondering where we are.” The cruel curl of her lip serves as a painful reminder of what’s hers; more specifically, what isn’t yours. 

As if on cue, Eddie meanders out from a nearby aisle, a canister of quick oats tucked under his arm. He’s wearing gray sweatpants that lay low on his hips and leave little to the imagination. Somehow on this brisk autumn day you have sweat beading along the back of your neck as you take him in.

“You’re So Vain” fades out on the speakers above, only to start playing the infectious opening notes of “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel.

“Britt, I couldn’t find the old-fashioned kind, but will this—oh, hey,” Eddie says, stopping in his tracks to acknowledge you. “You here to make sure these gremlins don’t lock themselves in the ice cream freezer?”

Luke grins, lets go of your leg, and takes your hand proudly in his as if it was somehow all his doing that you’re here in the grocery store the same time as they are. 

“Hi,” you greet before realizing you have a dopey smile on your face. “Uh, yeah. And it seems like I got here just in time. This one here almost had the lid off a rocky road before I caught him.” You shake Luke’s small hand in your own for emphasis and the boy wrinkles his nose up at you, the spitting image of his father.

Eddie chuckles and goes to respond, but his wife cuts him off.

“I guess those oats will work,” she says as she takes the canister from him—or snatches it, more like. “Come on, we didn’t even get to the dairy section yet.”

“Or,” Luke ventures, his hand gripping yours tighter in the chill air of the produce section, “we could get a cow in the backyard and get our milk that way.”

Eddie chuckles. “Hard pass, little man. We had to bring in reinforcement just to handle you and your brother.” He looks over and winks at you. 

It takes all of your strength and will power not to immediately vomit right then and there at the wink. Such a simple gesture from this man has you ready to lose all control of your body. 

Brittany huffs, clearly annoyed at the interaction. How dare anyone be having a conversation in her presence that doesn’t revolve around her? 

“Well, we need to keep shopping.” Brittany turns on her heel, spotting a red bag of fun-size KitKats in her husband’s other hand. “And put that back. The last thing you need is more junk food.” Her eyes flit down to his stomach, which has softened with time and a steady diet of pretzels and Mountain Dew.

The tips of Eddie’s ears turn pink, and he tries to hide them behind his curls. He clears his throat, the whole time avoiding your eyes, and tosses the KitKat bag onto an empty spot of a nearby shelf. He’s clearly embarrassed, but you’re seeing red. Fury scorches you from the inside out and it’s so potent that it might just dry up some of the vegetables around you. There have been many times in the past where you’ve wanted to tell Brittany off, but this one takes the cake. The callous yet truthful words rest on the tip of your tongue, but you know it would only make the mess bigger for everyone involved. You don’t want to add any extra stress for Eddie. Brittany is the one who should be embarrassed for treating her husband that way, not Eddie. That man is drop dead gorgeous and he still would be if he inhaled a bag of those KitKats every single day. 

Leave it to Luke to break the tension that he wasn’t even aware of was surrounding them all on this produce aisle. The young boy spies a can of spinach on the shelf and snatches it up, staring at it with wide eyes.

“Will this make me strong like Popeye?!”

“Sure, sweetie,” Brittany says, not paying any attention to her youngest son whatsoever. 

Brittany turns and heads towards the end of the aisle, no goodbye to you, no saying where she’s going, just leaving and assuming the guys will follow behind her. 

“We’ll see you tomorrow after school, right?” Ryan asks, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet.

“I’ll be there,” you assure him, booping the tip of his nose. He gives you a quick, strong hug around your middle.

Luke, still holding on to the can of spinach, blows you an overdramatic kiss which you pretend to almost drop into a bed of lettuce. The little boy giggles and it’s one of the best sounds you’ve ever heard. 

Eddie takes a step closer to you, still feeling the sting of embarrassment, and speaks in a soft voice. “We, uh, should get going.” Eddie clears his throat. It kills you to see how Brittany zaps the life out of him. “I’ll—we’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“I’ll be there,” you promise once again. 

Eddie offers you a small smile before turning to his sons. 

“All right, come on. Let’s catch on up to Mom.”

The boys don’t look too enthused about that, and it warms your heart that they’d rather stay here and hangout with you. 

“Bye guys,” you say, waving to all three of them as they head down the aisle.

Once they’re gone you heave a heavy sigh. Being in Brittany’s presence for two minutes was exhausting enough, you have no idea how those three manage to live with her.

You try to refocus on your shopping, however impossible that might seem now. When you’re checking over the items you already have and look back up at the shelves, you spot the red KitKat bag that Eddie had wanted to buy. There’s no hesitation at all to pick it up and add it to your pile of groceries.

The Munson car isn’t hard to spot as you step out into the parking lot of the store. You see it almost every day and the gorgeous, familiar looking man loading groceries into the trunk is also a huge indicator. 

Not surprisingly, Brittany is in the car while Eddie does all the work. The boys are in the backseat and from what you can make out of their silhouettes, they’re arguing with one another. They’re kids, they’d probably be more of a hindrance than help to Eddie. But Brittany could at least be doing something. 

Steeling your nerves, you take a deep breath and head over to him. 

“Eddie?”

His head whips around. “Hey,” he says with a small smile. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod, summoning all of your courage and handing him the candy. “You left these on the shelf.” You try to play it off casually, but the slight tremble in your voice gives your nervousness away. 

He starts to take them but pulls back. “I probably shouldn’t,” he mumbles, shoving his hand into his pocket. “Britt’s been on me to lose the ‘dad weight’ for a while.”

You shake your head, mostly to keep from opening your mouth and saying something about his wife that you’ll regret.

“I think you look good,” you say. “Um, like, you don’t need to lose any weight.” You’re perfect the way you are, you ache to tell him, but you shouldn’t. You can’t. 

Eddie senses that you have words unspoken, but he doesn’t press further. “Well, um, thanks.” He takes the bag and opens it, grabbing two before giving it back to you. “Can’t get caught,” he explains with a laugh. 

You grin at him, an idea already taking form. “I’ll bring one each day I babysit. Sneak it in like contraband.”

“As long as the boys don’t find it first,” Eddie chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. “The last thing they need is more sugar.”

You agree with a laugh. “Deal.”

Eddie tucks the KitKats into his jacket pocket. 

“Thank you, by the way,” he says softly. 

“No problem. Just some candy,” you shrug. 

He shakes his head. “No, it…” he trails off. “Just…thank you.”

You smile as he ducks into the driver’s seat, and you walk back to your own car. As you pack up the back with your groceries, you mentally calculate how long this bag of KitKats will last if you bring Eddie one every day that you work. You purse your lips as you slam the trunk closed.

“That’s not nearly long enough for my liking,” you mumble to yourself as you slip into the driver’s seat.

Once you put the key in the ignition, the car rumbles to life and the purr of the engine sounds like it’s coming from your brain as it churns out an idea. 

You smile to yourself and shift your car into gear.

“Guess I’ll just have to buy some more bags of candy.”

[philoursmars]

Marseille. Musée Cantini : une expo de Jean Pons, artiste marseillais des années 60 : "J'aurai la peau des choses" . Ici ce qu'il nommait ses assemblages, entre surréalisme et art brut..

'L'heure du thé"

"Il me regarde - ou - Gros jouet nocturne"

"La pêche au ballotin"

enveloppes décorées

[tzuuuuuu-u]

Drunk In You

G!p Momo x fem!reader MDNI!

Warnings: Slightly drunk Momo, g!p, smut, unprotected sex, swearing, dick sucking, aggression

You’ve been best friends with her since high school and continued sticking by each other’s side. You both often go out to parties together, with Momo always getting drunk. You carefully led her to your car, helping her get in the passengers seat. You buckle her seatbelt and hop in the driver’s seat, now driving off. She rest her head on your shoulder, with a small blush appearing on your face. “Do ya think I can stay at your house againnn??” Momo slurs her words as she leans more onto you, with her glasses low on the bridge of her nose. “Of course, but you’d have to sleep on the couch or my room this time.” You respond looking at her. Her eyes were tired looking, making her look more sexy, and her hair was a slight mess too. Momo nodded then sitting up to look at you. She leaned forward, looking right into your eyes, and passionately kissed your lips. “Pull over.” She said in a flirty tone, with a smirk on her face. You look at her for a moment, then noticing the bulge on the pants, making you pull over.

Momo pulled down her baggy jeans along with her boxers, revealing her 9-inch veiny cock. “Suck.” Her words made a shiver go down your spine, as you leaned down and gently put your tongue on her cock. You swirled your tongue around the tip and slowly taking it in, as she groans slightly. You feel her hand grab onto your hair, bobbing your head up and down as you gagged on her dick. She pulls out just in time and cums all over your face. You pull down your skirt and panties, revealing your fully wet pussy. “All wet for me, slut?” She grinned at the slight of it. “All for you.” You got on her lap, slowly taking in her cock as you moan and whimper. “Fuck… you’re taking me so good.” You let out a loud moan and slowly ride her. Momo looks at you in satisfaction and lifts up your shirt, pulling up your bra. She takes one of you nipples into her mouth sucking on it gently as you whimper more. “I’m gonna cum…” “Cum for me, baby.” She starts moving her hips rapidly, almost making you reach your climax. Your orgasm washes over you, as she also cums, slowly pulling out. “Should we continue at home?”

[zyafics]

Here at Gigi’s suggestion to ask you for music recs for this fic I can’t get through pls 😌👉👈

for context it’s fluffy and smutty and I desperately need a soundtrack to get me in the mindset

@itneverendshere

I AM DYINGGGG 😭😭😭 gigi knowing my music taste is superior? iktr 🙂‍↕️BUT OKAY OKAY BUT I GOT U BABY I SWEAR MY ENTIRE LIFE WAS LEADING UP TO THIS!! 🤭

Sacrifice by Jessie Reyez, Black Atlass

Apartment by BOBI ANDONOV

Acquainted in The Weeknd

off the table by Ariana Grande, The Weeknd

Feel It by Jacquees, Lloyd, Rich Homie Quan

Next To You by Bryson Tiller

Eleven by Khalid, Summer Walker

Coffee by Miguel

Naked by MALIA

Infrunami by Steve Lacy

Lock by Jess Connelly

My Luv by RINI, Bibi Bourelly

One Of The Girls by The Weeknd, JENNIE, Lily Rose Depp

JEANS by Jessie Reyez, Miguel

Fall In Love by Marshmello, Brent Faiyaz

Win Pon You by Doja Cat

ALL Mine by Brent Faiyaz

those are mostly rnb because i feel like smutty + fluff works with them.

anyways, i HOPE it helps, i know my music is all over the place and not everyone vibes with it <3

[genevieveetguy]

Vincent Must Die (Vincent doit mourir), Stéphan Castang (2023)

[yanklbonkl]

tng s1 e3. extremely good episode. obviously still a callback to the pon farr episode from tos, but I think even with the callbacks tng has distinguished itself from tos (and is much better in my opinions)

Picard clearly approaches things as a diplomat in a way that kirk never did. We've also seen him as a much more formal captain and someone much better at maintaining a competent structure of command

In TOS it always seemed to me like the enterprise was strictly a military vessel. even though it hasn't been made explicit we definitely know that there are civilians on board in tng (e.g. jean-luc is worried about how he appears to children who are on board) which changes the entire dynamic of the ship

we also see geordie and data shooting the shit about what it means to be human and what humor is. i don't think you ever had side characters just talking in tos

[nanshe-of-nina]

Favorite History Books || The Counts of Tripoli and Lebanon in the Twelfth Century: Sons of Saint-Gilles by Kevin James Lewis ★★★★☆

The Frankish county of Tripoli was not historically important, at least in the traditional sense. Its counts won no particularly great military victories beyond the conquest of the county itself and commissioned no great works of literature. The county’s archives were sacked in an epoch long past and their contents erased from history. Only paint flaking off forgotten church walls, once-mighty fortresses gutted by the fires of modern wars, and crumbling manuscripts in distant libraries stand testament to the fact that the county and its inhabitants existed at all. Yet the study of the county and its rulers is important in that it raises a number of hitherto unasked and unanswered questions regarding the development both of the so-called ‘crusader states’ and of Lebanon and Syria more generally. Though small, the county’s history encapsulates the principal forces that shook and shaped the Latin East as a whole. The county was not simply the product of European crusaders, but grew amid the verdant valleys of Lebanon, the forbidding heights of the Alawite mountains and the fertile plains that lay between. It was in this Syro-Lebanese context that the counts of Tripoli sought to establish their rule. In many ways, the manifold pressures on the counts were greater than those faced by other Frankish rulers. True, the threat of invasion seems to have been slighter because hostile forces preferred crossing the Jordan into the southern kingdom of Jerusalem, or the Orontes into the northern principality of Antioch, rather than over the mountains that cradled the county. However, the kings of Jerusalem and princes of Antioch did not face the same cultural complexity as in the Lebanon region, which made it all the harder for the counts to negotiate and enforce the terms of their power. … The present work is arranged chronologically and divided into five chapters. Chapter 1 focuses on two rulers: William Jordan of Cerdanya and Bertrand of Toulouse, rival claimants to what would become the county of Tripoli after the death of the crusader Raymond IV of Saint-Gilles and Toulouse in 1105. Chapters 2 and 3 concern the reigns of Count Pons and his son Raymond II respectively. Chapters 4 and 5 both deal with a single count: Raymond III, whose reign was by far the longest, arguably the most complex and easily the best documented – not to mention most debated. Raymond IV of Saint-Gilles himself, the first self-professed ‘count of Tripoli’, does not receive his own chapter or indeed much special attention at all beyond what is absolutely necessary for the purpose of setting the scene. It has been deemed wise to omit him from the present work since most of his life was spent in the west or else participating in the First Crusade at a time when the very existence of the county of Tripoli had yet to be imagined. As such, the structure of this present work questions Jean Richard’s influential belief that the county of Tripoli was primarily the product of Raymond IV’s ‘action personnelle’. More than one person determined the county’s existence and fate.