#la bataille

[geekgirles]

"Before we fight, could you please be so kind as to cover yourself a little?"

I'm still not over Bouillon awkwardly asking a shirtless Yugo to put some clothes on before their fight while he literally had no trouble fighting a naked Grougaloragran. I mean...

Sure, my dude's got nothing hanging, but still.

Where were your reservations then, Bouillon? Huh, where?!

[sloubs]

je suis re en hyper-hyper-hyperfixation kaamelott là j'me remate le livre 4, citez-moi un truc qu'arthur ait fait de toute la série qui soit plus smooth que quand il entre dans la chambre de mevanwi pour l'embrasser en secret........NAN C'EST TROP LÀ

[anamon-book]

ジャンヌ 愛と自由の天使・ジャンヌ 薔薇の十字架 LE CINEMA. Bunkamura Shibuya TOKYO 監督：ジャック・リヴェット／出演：サンドリーヌ・ボネール ほか

[carbone14]

Hommes de la Compagnie D, 2e Bataillon des Sherwood Foresters, 1ère Division d'infanterie britannique dans une tranchée avancée près de Roches – Bataille de France – la drôle de guerre – France – 1er avril 1940

Photographe : Lieutenant E. A. Taylor - War Office official photographer

©Imperial War Museums - F 3504

Le caporal suppléant L. J. Harris est en train de se raser.

[violahenshaw]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Le Comte de Monte-Cristo | Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas, Le Comte de Monte-Cristo | Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas (2024) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edmond Dantès/Original Character(s), Edmond Dantès/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Edmond Dantès, Andrea Cavalcanti, Original Male Character(s), Haydée (Le Comte de Monte-Cristo), Jacopo (Le Comte de Monte Cristo) Additional Tags: Bisexual Male Character, Bisexual Character, Banter, Wit, Pining, First Kiss, Scheming, Heist, Flirting, (Enfin c'est surtout l'OC qui flirte parce que Dantès s'en fiche.), (Ou feint de s'en ficher.), Falling In Love, Slow Burn Summary:

Pour se débarrasser d'un ennemi, Edmond Dantès, alias le comte de Monte-Cristo, décide de recruter Alistair Cunningham. Jeune aristocrate anglais désinvolte, charmeur et enfant du chaos, celui-ci est aussi un faussaire hors pair. Et il est fasciné par Dantès depuis leur première rencontre, quelques années plus tôt...

[dreamconsumer]

Portrait of Sibylla of Jerusalem (c. 1160-1190), Princess then Queen of Jerusalem. Engraving from 1842 in 'Histoire des popes' by Maurice Lachatre.

[proustian-dream]

Georges Bataille, La conjuración sagrada. Ensayos 1929-1939

[marxistjughead]

i type usul in my search bar and get pictures of timothée chalamet like usul isn't a french left-wing youtuber first and foremost 🙄

[empirearchives]

Jean-Baptiste Lesueur

Entry of Napoleon into Warsaw, 19 December 1806

Napoleon’s dream, Battle of Marengo

Allegory of France and Napoleon Bonaparte, First Consul

Source: Musée Carnavalet, Paris

[postcard-from-the-past]

Military cemetery of Méry-la-Bataille, Picardy region of France

French vintage postcard

[ameretat]

Si l'on tient compte de ce glissement hors de soi qui se produit nécessairement quand la mort entre en jeu, il est plus facile d'apercevoir pourquoi l'armée et la religion ont seules la possibilité de satisfaire les aspirations les plus conséquentes des hommes. La première fait profession d'affronter réellement la mort, l'autre connaît seule le langage empreint d'angoisse et de majesté orageuse qui convient à ceux qui sont au seuil de la tombe. Une attitude qui n'est ni militaire ni religieuse devient en principe insoutenable, à partir du moment où la mort est là. Il est impossible à la fois d'être situé dans la proximité de la mort et de communiquer avec des hommes ayant une attitude grossièrement profane. Le glissement hors de soi devant la mort exige un monde sacré tel qu'au moment où l'on se perd, apparaisse quelque réalité plus vaste et des forces sachant se mesurer avec la terreur. Rien de semblable dans un café, dans un grand magasin ou dans une banque : les silences, les solennités, les violences nécessaires n'appartiennent, essentiellement, qu'aux armées et aux églises.

— Georges Bataille, L'armée mystique : La joie devant la mort

[iamheretemporarly]

Anyways everyone go watche the battle of Algeria right now it’s out full on YouTube

Infact you don’t gotta search, here it is at your doorsteps with English subtitles and everything

Amazing movie, shows it to you exactly like it is and was in the past with the French colonisation

[nicklloydnow]

La chinoise by Jean-Luc Godard (1967)

“She drew my hand to her and kissed it at length. She caught me by surprise. I didn't know what to say. I tried to laugh as I told her (I was speaking very faintly, the way sick people do — my throat was sore), "Why are you kissing my hand? You know perfectly well that I'm fundamentally loathsome."

I almost wept at the idea that she couldn't help.

The slightest obstacle was too much for me.

In reply, she merely said, "I know. Everybody knows you lead an abnormal sex life. It seemed to me that more than anything else you were very unhappy. I'm very stupid and I laugh a lot. There's nothing but dumb ideas inside my head, but since I met you and I heard people talking about your habits, I've been thinking that people who have loathsome habits, like you — it's probably because they're in pain."

I took a long look at her. She was looking at me, too, not saying anything. She saw that tears were streaming from my eyes, in spite of myself. She was not especially beautiful, but she was touching and natural; I would never have thought she could be so natural. I told her how fond I was of her; that, as far as I was concerned, everything was becoming unreal. Perhaps, when all was said and done, I wasn't loathsome, but I was done for. It would be best if I died now, which is what I was hoping for. I was so exhausted by fever and by this intensity of revulsion that I couldn't explain anything to her; in fact, I didn't understand anything myself.

With almost insane abruptness she then said to me, "I don't want you to die. I'll take care of you. I would have so much liked helping you live. . . ."

I tried reasoning with her. "No, there's nothing you can do for me. There's nothing anyone can do. . . .”

I said this with such sincerity, with such evident despair, that both of us fell silent. Even she didn't dare speak. At this point I found her presence disagreeable.

After this prolonged silence, an idea started inwardly arousing me — a stupid, hateful idea; as though all of a sudden my life was at stake; or, given the circumstances, more than my life. So, seething with fever, I told her in a tone of demented irritation, "Listen to me, Xenie." I began ranting, for no reason, I was frantic. "You've been involved in literary goings-on. You must have read De Sade. You must have found De Sade fantastic. Just like the others. People who admire De Sade are con artists, do you hear? Con artists!"

She looked at me in silence. She didn't dare speak. I went on, "I'm so irritated, I'm so infuriated, I'm so done in I don't know what I'm saying — but why did they do that to De Sade?"

I almost shouted, "Did any of them eat shit? Yes Or no?"

All of a sudden I was wheezing so desperately that I had to sit up. As I coughed, I yelled in my cracked voice, "Men are hirelings. For each one who acts like a master, there are others who are bursting with conceit. And the ones who don't kowtow to anything are in jail or underground. Jail and death for some people means bootlicking for all the rest. . ."” - Georges Bataille, ‘The Blue of Noon’ (1957) [p. 66 - 68]

[carbone14]

Le pilote de chasse tchécoslovaque Josef František du 303 Squadron RAF posant devant son Hurricane – Bataille d'Angleterre – Septembre 1940

Josef František est un pilote tchécoslovaque qui a combattu dans les armées de l'air polonaises, françaises et anglaises. Il est le pilote non anglais de la RAF ayant obtenu le plus grand nombre de victoires pendant la bataille d'Angleterre (17 victoires en septembre) avant de se crasher le 8 octobre 1940.

[the-spirit-of-yore]

Église Notre-Dame-de-l'Assomption, Arques-la-Bataille, Normandie, France

[samsdei]

Jamie Flatters