#or HOMME rather

[nobigneil]

Neil Newbon aka BUST magazine's "boy du jour"!

[walkman-cat]

detective noir au kath part two :D

or: Katherine Pulitzer, heiress, dame with a case, probably has better places to be than davey jacobs’ office

she’s wearing 1927 daywear + the iconic cloche hat, because she’s fashionable wbwbw

her clothes here, while on the more practical side of fashionable daywear, are not as suited to the kind of work she does as a reporter

her shoes are absolutely not the kind one wears when walking a lot

she’d also have an overcoat but my wrist hurts so i decided not to draw it. it would probably have fur on it

references below the cut

[greedandenby]

Transcript of all the French dialogue in Interview with the Vampire S2 E03 "No Pain".

You asked, yours Frenchly delivered. Bonne lecture ! (long-ass post incoming)

(did not use timestamps as these may vary, but rather scene descriptions)

Armand’s Children of Darkness:

Coven vampire: La mort punira toute infraction de la première et de la cinquième des grandes lois.

Armand sees Lestat at the theatre (performing Marivaux’s Le Triomphe de l’amour):

Lestat (as Arlequin): Ah ! Vous êtes donc des femmes !… (vous êtes deux) friponnes !… et par-dessus le marché, un honnête homme !...

Armand: Tu es le bâtard de Magnus. Je sais que tu peux m’entendre, mon enfant.

Lestat: Qui m’appelle « enfant » ?

Armand: Il est mort, n’est-ce pas ? Je peux prendre soin de toi. Je peux t’apprendre ce qu’il ne t’a pas appris. Viens à moi.

Lestat (as Arlequin): Mais de quoi s’agit-il, mes libérales dames ?

Armand: Viens à moi.

Lestat (as Arlequin): Encore plus honnête.

Armand confronts Lestat and Nicolas:

Armand (to the coven vampires): À la maison.

Coven vampires: Oui, maître. Désolés, maître.

Lestat (to Nicolas): Tu es si distrayant dans la fosse que je ne me rappelle plus du texte.

Nicolas: Je ne peux pas lire mes notes quand j’entends tes pieds sur le plancher… Nous allons nous faire attraper.

Lestat: Je l’espère… Entends-tu cela ?

Nicolas: Par-dessus tes incessantes divagations ? Comment pourrais-je entendre quoi que ce soit ?... Qu’est-ce ?

Lestat: Là… Quelqu’un me regarde.

Nicolas: Tu es toujours au centre de l’attention.

Lestat: Il pense que je ne sais pas qu’il est là.

Nicolas: Est-ce encore de la poésie ?... Viens plus près de mon oreille. Je peux seulement comprendre quand tu t’approches.

Lestat: En pardessus.

Armand: Gardes-tu ce garçon comme aide-mémoire ?

Nicolas: Lestat, connais-tu ce gitan ?

Armand: La solitude que tu ressens, il ne l’atteindra jamais. Sois avec les tiens.

[Side note: they translated « the loneliness you feel, he will not reach it » for « atteindra », but i think Armand is actually saying « il ne l’éteindra jamais », in the sense of « he will not extinguish it ». It makes a LOT more sense.]

Lestat: Et abandonner mon gilet à carreaux ? Mon col jabot ? Vivre comme une larve ?

Nicolas: Lestat, que se passe-t-il ?

Lestat: Rien. Il n’est rien… Bonne nuit, homme étrange !

Armand: Lestat ! Là !

Nicolas: Lestat ?

Lestat: Nicki !

Armand: Tu ne lui as pas révélé ta vraie nature, n’est-ce pas ?

Lestat: Quel est ce pouvoir ?... Je n’ai pas ce pouvoir !

Armand: Mais tu l’auras. Tu as le sang de Magnus. Tu gâches ton potentiel en menant cette vie-là.

Lestat: Relâche-le ! Relâche-le !!!

Armand: Et voici un buveur de sang !

Lestat: Qui es-tu ?

Armand: Je suis Armand. Je suis le chef de ton clan.

Lestat: Nicki !

Armand: Ramène ton gilet chez les larves, veux-tu ?

Lestat confronts the Children of Darkness:

Armand: Je suis heureux que tu sois venu. Il est sain et sauf.

Lestat: Il est saigné. Il ne se réveille pas… Est-ce si amusant de vivre dans une telle saleté et la puanteur ?

Coven vampire: Nous devons servir Dieu au travers de Satan et au travers d’Armand.

Lestat: Ah… Une trinité crottée.

Coven vampire: Tu vas attirer la colère de Dieu sur nous avec tes péchés !

Lestat: Qui sont ?

Coven vampire: Tu vis parmi les mortels ! Tu marches dans le temple de Dieu !

Lestat: Il parle de l’homme triste avec les mains clouées ? Ah… Bien. C’est un arbre tombé. Raboté simplement pour les simples d’esprit. Du même arbre, on fit le pied d’une table et, là, une flûte ! Rampez hors de cette prison qu’il bâtit pour vous… Dieu… Satan… Armand… Est-ce vrai ? Hm ? Nous sommes les Dieux. Vous êtes les Dieux !

Lestat visits Armand:

Lestat: Que s’est-il passé ?

Armand: Je pourrais parler jusqu’à la fin du monde sans jamais te dire tout ce que tu as détruit ici.

Lestat: Nous sommes seuls. Satan ne nous écoute pas… Comment transformes-tu l’air en feu ? Comment bouges-tu des objets par la simple force de ton esprit ?

Armand: Demande-t-il, tout en dansant dans les cendres… Tu as fait de ton Nicolas l’un des nôtres ? Est-ce que le garçon a accepté le don ?... Trop fragile. J’aurais pu te prévenir.

Lestat: Il s’en remettra.

Armand: Certainement pas.

Lestat: J’ai une idée.

Lestat performs for Armand at the theatre (again, Le Triomphe de l’amour) :

Lestat (as Arlequin): Oh ! Mes mignonnes, avant que de vous en aller, il faudra bien, s’il vous plaît, que nous…

(As Lestat) Ils viennent accompagnés, séduits dans un élan collectif. Ils rient ensemble, pleurent ensemble.

Armand: Qu’est-ce, pour un vampire ?

Lestat: Une opportunité. Hamlet est mort sous les coups d’une lame empoisonnée, mais l’acteur qui gît sous leurs yeux respire encore. Dans ce temple, croire protège. Annonce que tu es un vampire. Bois le sang à la vue de tous. Mets en scène les rituels de ton clan, pas depuis les égouts mais depuis le premier balcon.

Armand: Je n’ai pas de clan. Tu m’en as privé.

Lestat: Au contraire, maître.

(as Arlequin): Je n’ai encore qu’un commencement d’envie de n’en plus faire.

Outside the theatre:

… assouvir vos cruelles envies au théâtre des vampires !

At the theatre performance:

Victim: J’ai tant d’années ! Tant d’années !

Theatre vampire: Des années ? La mort ne respecte pas l’âge !

Armand: Regarde comme ils sont immobiles. Ils croient vraiment que c’est une pièce de théâtre. Des clous sur une porte à Wittenberg. Tu as mené une réforme, Lestat.

Lestat: Nous l’avons fait ensemble.

Armand: Tu fais une meilleure Mort.

Lestat: La faux fait tout le travail.

Armand: Après une centaine de nuits ici, tu t’ennuies déjà ?

Lestat: Seulement avec le jeu d’acteur… Allons-y.

Armand: Ici ? Maintenant ?

Lestat: C’est une loge spacieuse.

Armand: Il nous observe.

Lestat: Il devrait regarder sa partition.

Armand: Lestat… Je t’aime.

Lestat: Oui… Je t’aime aussi.

Aaaand that's it (for now), folks! Will do subsequent episodes if there's more French in them (more likely than not!). Bisous !

Episode 2 here

Episode 4 here

Tagging the peeps who requested: @nalyra-dreaming @indelicateink @chicalepidoptera @zailafaneez

[charlesslut16]

-only him-

summary : charles ignored you, so you went to your ex´s party.

PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : bad translated french, a bit toxish behavior from charles, a bit of spice in th end.

note : i'm so sorry that it took me so long to write this imagine. If you want a second part just ask me :)

masterlist 

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Your boyfriend, charles leclerc, was so obsessive over you. He was the sweetest with you, but with other men, that were looking at you, he was the meanest. He was possessive over you. 

That he was protective over you wasn't a problem. You found it rather cute. He was looking out for you and protected you from all the danger in the paddock and the world.

You knew that he loved you deeply and that he would do everything for you. He was the best boyfriend you could have ever asked for, but the possessive behavior was just too much.

It was like he had a switch. A switch you would never see coming. Just like tonight.

"Charles, stop being an asshole and talk to me." You groaned out from behind him, as he was ignoring you while he typed on his laptop, before he pushed his glasses up.

He was ignoring you because of an argument you had last night. You told him that he was too possessive and protective of you, and he exploded, and since then he has been ignoring you. 

"C’est tellement enfantin, charles. Tellement putain, puéril. Vous n’êtes plus un enfant. Charles, tu es un homme adulte." This is so childish, charles. So fucking childish. You are not a kid anymore. Charles, you are a grown man. 

You stared down at him before you snatched his car keys to his Ferrari. Furthermore, you glanced back to see his reaction to still see his eyes parked on his computer screen.

You huffed out and closed the door behind you. You knew what could break him... 

Attending your ex-boyfriends birthday party, that attended many men. Some of them you knew from the past relationship with your ex, but the others were total strangers to you.

He would not like that, would he?

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As you swayed your hips to the music, large veiny hands tightly wrapped around your waist, slightly startling you just by feeling the tight grip on your waist. You knew exactly who it was...

Charles.

"Qu’est-ce que tu fais ici à sa fête, mi amore?" He gritted in your ear possessively, as the grip on your waist tightened. What are you doing here at his party, my love?

You smirked at him and spun around as you showed him your dress. It was black with a slit and spaghetti straps. Fitted tightly so that it showed of your curves. 

"Love my dress, baby?" You changed the subject as he slowly scanned your body up and down. 

Just as you wanted to spin again, charles grabbed your hips tightly and pulled you into him, so you couldn't escape his grip and show off your dress to anyone else than him.

Your beauty was only for him. Only Him.  Your body, face, and everything else about you only belonged to him. Only to him. You were his. His Girlfriend. His woman. And his Everything.

This was the party of your ex-boyfriend. Ex. You were no longer his girlfriend, you were charles girl now. So why would you go to his party instead of staying at home with him, your boyfriend.

"Ne me rendez pas jaloux parce qu’à la fin de cette fête... Qui peut l’arracher à votre jolie silhouette? Moi. Seulement moi." He spat possessively as his eyes turned dark. Don't make me jealous because at the end of this party... who gets to rip it off your pretty figure? Me. Only me.

"Ce corps a été fait pour moi. Seulement moi. Alors pourquoi le montrez-vous à des hommes stupides qui ne peuvent pas vous donner ce dont vous avez besoin. Je suis le seul à pouvoir vous donner ce dont vous avez besoin. Moi." This body was made for me. Only me. So why do you show it to stupid men who can't give you what you need. I am the only one who can give you what you need. Me.

You gulped, knowing that your plan wasn't working... It just gave you a punishment when you got home.

"Vous avez 5 secondes pour sortir par la porte d’entrée et asseoir votre cul sur le siège passager de notre Ferrari ou il y aura-" you have 5 seconds to get out the front door and sit your ass in the passenger seat to our Ferrari or there will be-

He didn't even have to finish his sentence for you to get moving, making him chuckle deeply at how obedient you were.

[communist-manifesto-daily]

Socialism: Utopian and Scientific - Part 23

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II - Dialectics

In the meantime, along with and after the French philosophy of the 18th century, had arisen the new German philosophy, culminating in Hegel.

Its greatest merit was the taking up again of dialectics as the highest form of reasoning. The old Greek philosophers were all born natural dialecticians, and Aristotle, the most encyclopaedic of them, had already analyzed the most essential forms of dialectic thought. The newer philosophy, on the other hand, although in it also dialectics had brilliant exponents (e.g. Descartes and Spinoza), had, especially through English influence, become more and more rigidly fixed in the so-called metaphysical mode of reasoning, by which also the French of the 18th century were almost wholly dominated, at all events in their special philosophical work. Outside philosophy in the restricted sense, the French nevertheless produced masterpieces of dialectic. We need only call to mind Diderot's Le Neveu de Rameau, and Rousseau's Discours sur l'origine et les fondements de l'inégalité parmi les hommes. We give here, in brief, the essential character of these two modes of thought.

When we consider and reflect upon Nature at large, or the history of mankind, or our own intellectual activity, at first we see the picture of an endless entanglement of relations and reactions, permutations and combinations, in which nothing remains what, where and as it was, but everything moves, changes, comes into being and passes away. We see, therefore, at first the picture as a whole, with its individual parts still more or less kept in the background; we observe the movements, transitions, connections, rather than the things that move, combine, and are connected. This primitive, naive but intrinsically correct conception of the world is that of ancient Greek philosophy, and was first clearly formulated by Heraclitus: everything is and is not, for everything is fluid, is constantly changing, constantly coming into being and passing away. [A]

But this conception, correctly as it expresses the general character of the picture of appearances as a whole, does not suffice to explain the details of which this picture is made up, and so long as we do not understand these, we have not a clear idea of the whole picture. In order to understand these details, we must detach them from their natural, special causes, effects, etc. This is, primarily, the task of natural science and historical research: branches of science which the Greek of classical times, on very good grounds, relegated to a subordinate position, because they had first of all to collect materials for these sciences to work upon. A certain amount of natural and historical material must be collected before there can be any critical analysis, comparison, and arrangement in classes, orders, and species. The foundations of the exact natural sciences were, therefore, first worked out by the Greeks of the Alexandrian period [B], and later on, in the Middle Ages, by the Arabs. Real natural science dates from the second half of the 15th century, and thence onward it had advanced with constantly increasing rapidity. The analysis of Nature into its individual parts, the grouping of the different natural processes and objects in definite classes, the study of the internal anatomy of organized bodies in their manifold forms — these were the fundamental conditions of the gigantic strides in our knowledge of Nature that have been made during the last 400 years. But this method of work has also left us as legacy the habit of observing natural objects and processes in isolation, apart from their connection with the vast whole; of observing them in repose, not in motion; as constraints, not as essentially variables; in their death, not in their life. And when this way of looking at things was transferred by Bacon and Locke from natural science to philosophy, it begot the narrow, metaphysical mode of thought peculiar to the last century.

[A] Unknown to the Western world until the 20th-century, the Chinese philosopher Lao Tzu was a predecessor of or possibly contemporary to Heraclitus. Lao Tzu wrote the renowned Tao Te Ching in which he also espouses the fundamental principles of dialectics.

[B] The Alexandrian period of the development of science comprises the period extending from the 3rd century B.C. to the 17th century A.D. It derives its name from the town of Alexandria in Egypt, which was one of the most important centres of international economic intercourses at that time. In the Alexandrian period, mathematics (Euclid and Archimedes), geography, astronomy, anatomy, physiology, etc., attained considerable development.

China also been began development in natural sciences in the third century B.C.E.

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[wpwcpod]

New gay as fuck heist show!

We’re still in the process of liking and following so we don’t show up as a bot, but part of that is making posts so: hey! Podcast summary!

‘Wrong Place, Wrong Crime’ is a supernatural heist podcast about a trio of thieves: hacker Isaac, con-artist Drystan, and strategist Bea.

Once prolific thieves in order to pay their way through university, Isaac and Drystan took two years out of the game for Drystan to have “just a small mental breakdown.” Now they’re back at it with a very casual heist on one of North America’s most secure museums. For jewels? Weapons? Art? Nope. For puppets. Obviously.

But, as with all their heists, there’s something a little… creepy about the loot they end up with. It’s a race against the clock to find out what - or who - they’ve actually stolen. Unfortunately, they don’t know the clock is ticking…

Isaac is an anxious, insular disaster who couldn’t identify an emotion if you showed him a kid’s cartoon, but can harbour a crush for 12+ years.

Drystan is a gorgeous and competent homme fatale who can kick ass, pick locks, and throw knives, but who cannot make pasta, regulate his own emotions, or input his own TikTok password.

Bea could be an international drug dealer or could work for Doctors Without Borders. Or neither. Or both. They’ve master the mystique Isaac wishes he had, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re any more on top of things.

Season 1 will be very short (4 eps!) which means you can expect it sooner rather than later (preferably this side of the summer solstice!), with the intention of S2 following closely behind.

[fy-wonwoo]

240715 wonwoo arena homme+ interview excerpt

wonwoo said, “when i look at seventeen albums, i often feel like it’s a photo album. we put every moment that we’ve endured in our music. there are songs with a heavy vibe because it was made during really tough times. a powerful song came out from our desire to break through that rather difficult period,” and that “seventeen’s music is seventeen’s life."

wonwoo, who participated in the lyrics and composition of his solo song “leftover” as well as consistently working on seventeen albums, also shared, “i’m a very ordinary person. i think my work has sympathized with a lot more people thanks to that."

when asked what the most important thing is to him, he replied, “i hope i don’t forget to enjoy." famous for his remarkable photo and video skills, he added, “i enjoy music and [taking] photos these days. though it cuts my sleep short, i enjoy going to the studio to make songs and bringing my camera around to take photos. i hope i don’t forget the fun of now.”

trans

wonwoo also shared about what he thinks his own strengths are. “i’ve never considered myself as incredibly special or remarkable. there are points to every person that are considered ‘ordinary’. i’m a very ordinary person. i think my work has sympathized with a lot more people thanks to that. may it be what’s written in my lyrics, my words, or the photos i take. i think the ordinariness infused within that is my greatest strength.”

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the hobby that wonwoo is focusing on most right now is photography. he was very serious about photography even during this shoot, even thinking, “which brand is that light from?" wonwoo said that it is his dream to open a studio someday. when asked “who is the first person you want to capture in the studio?”, he said, “my father. looking back, it’s been so long since our family last went to a photo studio. after debuting, i haven’t once gone to take a photo in a photo studio with my family all together. i think it’d be nice to take a family photo as my first picture.”

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[nadia-el-mansours]

I see lots of people calling Sergei a malewife, and it bugs me because this show already has the perfect malewife representation. You think Wayne would lie to Molly for over a decade? No, he'd rather kill himself. Sergei, a fugitive and the ex director of the Soviet Space Program, who has left multiple wives because he's in love with the most unattainable woman on the planet, is a boyboss and an homme fatal.

[josefavomjaaga]

Love and marriage

Currently hanging out outside the Napoleonic era for a bit by reading Barbara Stollberg-Rilinger's biography of Maria Theresia of Austria. But I thought these general remarks on people's attitude towards love and marriage at the time might be interesting, as I think it was very much alive and kicking still at Napoleon's court [translated from page 255f]:

Since marriages were arranged according to family interests, [...] one could not make too high demands when it came to the couples' personal emotional attachment. On the contrary, being in love was considered the worst prerequisite for a lasting and good marriage. Passionate love and marriage were downright mutually exclusive. [...] Love was seen at best as a consequence, not a prerequisite for marriage, and even then this meant rather a friendly bond. Love in the sense of passionate erotic relationships, on the other hand, took place outside of marriage and was the subject of a refined aristocratic culture of gallantry. […] Books taught the art of seduction, a sophisticated game of encouragement and rejection, dissimulation, siege and conquest. In this literary universe, women were divided into two categories: the coquettes, who "always say yes", and the precious, who "always say no". A coquette was to be tied to oneself permanently, a precious one was to be conquered. The latter was the most desirable goal for an ambitious galant homme; the Precious, as her name suggests, was considered the most valuable prey.

[cryptixani]

matching perfume/colognes to jjk characters...

a/n: i did a bit of background research but i mostly went off gut feeling, and i'm no professional when it comes to fragrances and i haven't actually smelled any of these in person, so please correct me if i'm wrong about any of them!! i added fragantica links if anyone wants to check them out.

warnings: none.

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo

satoru gojo

i dunno why but i always picture gojo to smell kinda soapy?? not in a bad way but just a very clean, fresh, dove bar kinda smell. i can't picture him smelling overly masculine or mature, it just doesn't seem to fit how i view his personality and all that. i don't think he'd go for more juvenile smells either, but definitely something a bit lighter and fresher than heavy, musky colognes.

so for this i've matched him with prada amber pour homme. from what i could find, it has very soapy and clean notes of neroli and citrus as well as a bit of spice to it. it also supposedly smells very expensive and high quality, which i think would also fit as something for gojo to wear given the fact that he's, yk, fucking loaded.

suguru geto

geto has always given me earthy, oud-y vibes. probably the monk getup and that one figure of him with a smoking pipe. i feel like he'd smell of a woodsy, smokey incense with maybe just a teeny bit of playful floral - overall masculine and mature but with a bit of youthful playfulness.

for that, i've decided to match him with oud essentiel by guerlain. it's a unisex perfume that has top notes of agarwood, leather, and saffron. definitely gives vibes of mystery and luxury, it's described as a darker and heavier fragance with a nice bit of smokiness.

kento nanami

i can't help but imagine him with a very nice, simple, classic masculine fragance. i'm not really too much of a nanami girl (i get the appeal tho) but he seems like such a classic guy. musky and leathery scent for sure, with maybe a bit of light woodsiness.

givenchy gentleman feels like a good fit for nanami. from what i've read it's a very classy, masculine cologne. there's top notes of pepper and bergamot that give it a spicy sort of smell as well as a powderiness to it that then fades out after some wear. supposedly it's a very mature, masculine and 'daddy'ish cologne.

choso kamo

choso gives me kinda sweaty vibes. i say this with all my heart as a choso girlie, i think he smells at least a bit BO-y. not because i think he's dirty, but some people just sweat a lot, yk?

i think haute concentration by yves saint laurent. it's a masculine fragance that has some herbal notes that would work well with a BO smell rather than against it (mask the worst of it and enhance the muskiness). it also has citrus and spicy notes, which i think adds a fresher and more comforting touch, and is described as a slightly dated but still enjoyable sort of masculine scent.

[quinnysnursery]

AAAAH little!nate and cg!triplets is so cute, please make a part two!!!

[🏒] little!nate w/ cg!triplets heacannons (angst edition!)

paring : little!nate x cg!triplets

divider credit : @artemiies

a/n : so i received this ask, and it spiraled from there... (lower case intended !)

🏒 when the three brothers finally came to the conclusion that the next step in their career would have to include moving to LA,

🌨 there was only one problem...they were caregivers to their childhood best friend, nate

⛸ there were lots of tears from...everyone

🩹 "bu' m' don't wan' you to go :(" "i know baby, i know."

🦈 the three caregivers tried reassuring nate that no matter what, he was always their first priority

🫧 "we're gonna call every night!" "it'll be just like normal bedtime!" "nuh uh :c m' won't have papa tuddles :c"

🥤 each caregiver made sure to leave nate plenty pieces of clothing and stuffies

💫 "so everynight you'll have a stuffie from each of us!"

🤍 the triplets making nate a build-a-bear that has their voice in it

🌟 nate being a blubbering mess the night before

🗞️ "have to go?" "yeah bud, we do have to go" *que nate beginning to cry again*

🎥 matt feeling like absolute sh!t because technically they're whats causing nate so much distress

🏒 "can't he come with us?" (big nate says he can't)

🌨 nick looking at every single drawing nate's every drawn him the moment they get to their new place in la

⛸ "i miss my boy :("

🩹 chris being sure at least one of them falls asleep on call with nate

🦈 "m miss tuddles :c" "i know bud, i know."

🫧 nate pressing the build-a-bear's paw every single night and morning

🥤nate visiting marylou, jimmy and trevor at their boston house

💫 "how've you been holding up, hun?" "...okay :("

🤍 eventually nate slowly begins to get use to their new normal

🌟 lots of facetime calls and teleparties

🗞️ AND care packages

🎥 overall, it's rough but nate wouldn't rather any other caregivers.

taglist !! :

@natedoeswife @blahbel668 @nicksloverrr @katw4shereee @pkfferoo @bambi-slxt @chr1sgirl4life @17twelch17 @pinksikhewei @yourenogoodforme @pkfferoo @v33angel @mattssturnz @mattsturniologf444 @graceslittlecorner @zivall @hrtz4alex2211 @bimbob1tch @cherry-red-heart @https--roman @frlinbruh @jazminepetit-homme @raynaaxx

[nigrit]

This might be a bit controversial but I’m just going to leave it here for discussion. Of all the amazing women from the Enlightenment / Frev, the Olympic Committee chose her (wherefore the proto-republican philosopher, Sophie de Grouchy or scientific pedagogue and philosopher, Emilie de Chatelet?! @enlitment). Or perhaps the dashing de Merincourt, industrious de Kéralio, ambitious Roland, activist Etta Palm d’Aelders, or (Romantic) intellectual, de Stael?

Then they bigged her up beyond parody, describing her as a femme politique (non! No known participation in any clubs or salons) and a campaigner for women’s rights (non again; here de Grouchy would be closer to the mark with her joint pamphlet with Condorcet, Cité des femmes etc.) De Gouges’ main output was plays rather than politics.

Yes, she wrote the witty rejoinder to the Declaration of the Rights of Man and the Citizen, but it was one of many pamphlets she self-published, and sandwiched between a dedication to the Queen and a complaint about being ripped off by a cabby driver.

she promoted the right to divorce (as did some men), rights for bastard children, a maternity hospital and novel proposals for raising public funds. other pamphlets were complaints about being ignored, suggestions for improving public morals (society women as culpable as ‘public’ women (ie prostitutes)), and attacks on the radicalism represented by Marat, the Jacobins and/or Robespierre.

As far as I know, she did not protest against the active/passive citizen distinction.

When the Amis des Noirs pressure group started to gain traction and social acceptance (Condorcet, Brissot and Lafayette were leading members), she rewrote her play on the Esclavage des Negres in 1788 to make it more political, with a preface urging recognition for the rights of ‘hommes Negres’, suggesting they would be happy to continue working the fields as free men. The main reason it wasn’t performed was not its subject matter but because she had previously tried to pull (social) rank on the Comédie-francaise to get her plays to the front of the queue, and had a massive bust-up with its director.

Don’t get me wrong, she was often a delightful and witty writer but also markedly eccentric and very much her own woman in a world of her own. Other women played far more prominent roles in trying to secure real change and better opportunities.

Probably the single greatest manifesto for improvements in women’s condition (but not the vote, or at least not yet), imho was Mary Wollstonecraft’s powerful appeal for equality in education (and to stop treating women like vain, simpering idiots defined by nature’s gifts - I’m looking at you JJ!). Talleyrand and the NA had proposed universal education only up to nine for girls.

PS she was also made a poster ‘girl’ for the Front Populaire with the slogan, ‘Gouges-toi’ (Bouge-toi), Which is actually pretty good!

PPS as for those headless Marie-Antoinettes in red, singing about Liberté along the Conciergerie, wow, just wow!

[envythemouse]

Fics where Hannibal draws Will

Le bel homme sans merci by nbcravenstag

Summary: “La Belle Dame Sans Merci.” Will recites breathlessly.

Hannibal lets out a pleased hum. “The painting is a rather whimsical rendition of the muse. Keats’ poem depicts a wretched end for the knight where he awakens alone in the field, abandoned by the love of his life, whereas Dicksee’s work focuses on the maiden’s affection and the knight’s surrender to his own heart. Everything he knows and feels, it all changes when he sees her for the first time."

Hannibal leaves his sketchbook in Will's car. He can't stop himself from looking inside, from wanting to know, but he never expected every drawing to be of him.

Envy’s notes: This part is canon and you can’t convince me otherwise.

“Hardly. You’re just a good artist.” He argues, leafing back through the pages. He lands on one of the pieces where he is turned away, looking out the office window, and it dawns on him like a brick to the skull. 

“Hannibal, were you drawing my ass this entire time?” He nearly shrieks. 

“Yes.” 

A God Cast In Mortal Flesh by Reis_Asher

Summary: As he burns Hannibal's records, Will finds a detailed nude sketch of himself and asks Hannibal about it.

Envy’s notes: I love how Will just takes it home to look at it again some other time.

[fdelopera]

Welcome to the 34th installment of 15 Weeks of Phantom, where I post all 68 sections of Le Fantôme de l’Opéra, as they were first printed in Le Gaulois newspaper 115 yeas ago.

We are now at the halfway point of the Gaulois publication!

In today’s installment, we have Part II of Chapter 14, “La lyre d’Apollon” (“Apollo’s Lyre”).

This section was first printed on Monday, 15 November, 1909.

For anyone following along in David Coward's translation of the First Edition of Phantom of the Opera (either in paperback, or Kindle, or from another vendor -- the ISBN-13 is: 978-0199694570), the text starts in Chapter 13 at Christine’s line, “I heard him for three months before I saw him,” and goes to Raoul’s line, “Why did it take you so long to wake from your horrifying nightmare?”

There are some differences between the Gaulois text and the First Edition. In this section, these include (highlighted in red above):

1) Chapter 14 in the Gaulois text is Chapter 13 in the First Edition, etc.

2) In the Gaulois text, this sentence appeared:

Ce furent des leçons célestes.

Translation:

“These lessons were celestial.”

In the First Edition, that sentence was removed, and the following text was added:

Vous dire quelles furent ces leçons ! Vous-même, qui avez entendu la voix, ne pouvez vous en faire une idée.

– Évidemment, non ! je ne puis m’en faire une idée, affirma le jeune homme. Avec quoi vous accompagniez-vous ?

– Avec une musique que j’ignore, qui était derrière le mur et qui était d’une justesse incomparable.

Translation:

“How can I describe those lessons to you! Even you, who have heard the voice, can have no idea.”

“Obviously not! How could I?” agreed the young man. “How were you accompanied?”

“By a music that I did not recognize, which came from behind the wall and was perfectly tuned.”

3) Compare the Gaulois text:

“De telle sorte que me rappelant ou plutôt, mon organe se rappelant toutes les leçons passées…”

Translation:

“In this way, since I remembered, or rather my voice remembered, all of my past lessons…”

To the First Edition:

“… et ainsi, me rappelant ou, plutôt, mon organe se rappelant toutes les leçons passées…”

Translation:

“…and thus, since I remembered, or rather my voice remembered, all of my past lessons…”

4) Compare the Gaulois text:

“à mes cotés”

To the First Edition:

“à mon côté”

Translation:

"at my side"

5) In the Gaulois text, this sentence was included, but was omitted from the First Edition (highlighted in bold):

"C’est assez ! fis-je à la Voix irritée ; demain, je dois aller à Perros, sur la tombe de mon père ; je prierai M. Raoul de Chagny de m’y accompagner. Peut-être jugerez-vous alors qu'il m'est indifférent.”

Translation:

“‘That’s enough!’ I said to the petulant Voice. ‘Tomorrow, I must go to Perros, to visit my father’s grave; I shall entreat M. Raoul de Chagny to accompany me there. Perhaps then you shall determine that he is of no importance to me’.”

6) Compare the Gaulois text:

“À votre aise, répondit l'Ange de la musique”

Translation:

“‘As you please,’ replied the Angel of Music”

To the First Edition:

“À votre aise, répondit-elle”

Translation:

“'As you please,’ it replied” [i.e. the Voice]

7) Minor differences in punctuation.

Click here to see the entire edition of Le Gaulois from 15 November, 1909. This link brings you to page 3 of the newspaper — Le Fantôme is at the bottom of the page in the feuilleton section. Click on the arrow buttons at the bottom of the screen to turn the pages of the newspaper, and click on the Zoom button at the bottom left to magnify the text.

[2manyfandoms2count]

I'd literally just transcribed Hesperia's intro when @azuriteartist asked for the translation, what perfect timing. I am also pretty obessed with it haha

Gabriel: My name is Gabriel. I used to be a man like the others, but fate made me the only one who can fight the forces of evil. I am now... Miraculous Hesperia! Miraculous, brave hero! Alone against the world, to feed hope! Miraculous, let's break our cages, love carries us towards the Great Day! Miraculous... Miraculous!

Here's also the French version, since the song format is a bit odd to translate; I suspect the "Grand Soir" (translated to "great day", even if literally it would be "big evening"), is a reference to a revolution rather than a random thing to rhyme with "espoir" (hope): Je m'appelle Gabriel. J'étais un homme comme les autres. Mais le destin a fait de moi le seul à pouvoir lutter contre les forces du mal... Désormais je suis... Miraculous Hesperia! Miraculous! Héros courage! Seul contre tous, nourrit l'espoir! Miraculous, brisons nos cages, l'amour nous porte vers le grand soir! Miraculous... Miraculous!

[transthadymacdermot]

Some stuff about the Red Hand, the main anti-Commonwealth rebel group in Hieburne circa the 1690s in my WIP FFAS. heavily based on a combination of real seventeenth century Irish resistance to British colonialism with a bit of the loose cannon mercenaries which roamed Europe after various early modern wars. things about them:

They are also known as "les hommes de la chasse" or the equivalent in the local languages spoken elsewhere in the country for the fact that many members of the organisation, which is heavily geared towards middle to upper class young men, originally excused their preparations for running off to join it with preparing of a hunt of some kind

Their current leader, Faolán Mac Kinard/St John, pictured above, wears no unique gear in battle, so that is actually what most of his men are wearing. There is some variation in colour because they mostly nick uniforms and armour off the various soldiers they kill, but the armour/boots/gloves/face cover/goggles/helmet lineup is pretty much a requirement if one wants to last among them both because they need it for protection and because the environment they live in has a LOT of random radiation. here Faolán's wearing the uniform of the Daltorian army infantry, with a red sash he added himself!

Their 2 biggest distinguishing features as a military force are a rosary wrapped around the left wrist (so it doesn't interfere with the sword. yes I'm aware I drew this wrong so that Faolán would have to use his left hand here idgaf) and the use of the extinct animal H. horridus, which is one of the national symbols of their country, as an emblem (seen here carved into Faolán's gun)

They don't have a consistant base of operations but rather move between various clusters of abandoned cabins in the bogs and fens to the east of the island. this makes them hard to track both because they're constantly on the move and also because due to the previously mentioned radiation problem the army hardly ever enters the area

As alluded to above they are mainly made up of, or at least led by, disgruntled gentry who have had their lands confiscated. foreign mercenaries brought to Hieburne during the Civil War (1640s-1650s) and Third Daltorian Invasion (1620s) also make up a large number of their foot soldiers, along with farmers loyal to the aforementioned gentry and random miners and farmers and refugees who they find and press into service. there aren't TOO many of them, maybe about 100 or so, split up into semi-independent groups of around 20, but there's enough that they're a constant thorn in the side of the administration in Hieburne 🫡