#pont-rouge

[lagroupie]

Fomies @ Pont-Rouge, Monthey, 05.05.2023

Fomies were opening for Ron Gallo in Monthey, just like they did when Ron Gallo played Lausanne. They smashed it! Merci Fomies!

[unjouruntableau]

Eric Sloane, Le pont rouge, 1960.

[francepittoresque]

20 février 1684 : le Pont Royal est emporté par les glaces ➽ http://bit.ly/Pont-Royal-Paris En cet endroit, il n’y avait autrefois pour traverser la Seine qu’un bac, qui subsista jusqu’en 1632, époque où un sieur Barbier fit construire un pont qui reçut plus tard le nom de « Pont Sainte-Anne », en l’honneur de la reine Anne d’Autriche, puis « Pont des Tuileries » ou encore « Pont Rouge » parce qu’il était peint de cette couleur

[salepoule]

La lune hier 🌝

[toutplacid]

Profil de la passerelle de la gare de Périgueux (1914), aujourd’hui démolie – gouache, 27 octobre 2020.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“ALLEGED VANDAL TAKEN IN CEMETERY,” Montreal Star. November 21, 1932. Page 14. 

The arrest of Arthur Delisle, 35, of Pont Rouge, Que., may end the epidemic of vandalism in the Cote des Neiges Cemetery, police hope. Delisle,   police say, was caught in the cemetery last night at midnight by Detective Poirier and Fitzpatrlck and was unable to give any reason for his presence there. He is being remanded for mental examination. 

For some time past head stones in the cemetery had been mysteriously upset and other similar damage done. Last night Superintendent Corbeil saw someone moving about and called the officers, who arrested Delisle.

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Ignea + Eleine à Monthey

Aujourd'hui sur Blog à part – Ignea + Eleine à Monthey C’est grâce à Fulgan que je me suis retrouvé au concert de Eleine et Ignea, au Pont Rouge de Monthey, soirée sous le signe du metal symphonique vénère. #Concert #LiveReport #SymphonicMetal

C’est grâce à Fulgan, beau-frère et néanmoins ami, que je me suis retrouvé dimanche passé au concert de Eleine et Ignea, au Pont Rouge de Monthey, une soirée sous le signe du metal symphonique en mode vénère. Si vous avez lu mon billet sur la convention OctoGônes, vous savez déjà que la journée fut assez épique, tout ça pour arriver vers 17 h devant les portes de la salle. C’est tôt! Je crois…

[retromodernisme]

Le nouveau quartier de Lancy-Pont-Rouge, Genève, Suisse, 2023.

[2t2r]

Devil’s Bridge - le pont du diable de l'Arizona est une superbe arche rocheuse

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/devils-bridge-le-pont-du-diable-de-larizona-est-une-superbe-arche-rocheuse/

Devil’s Bridge - le pont du diable de l'Arizona est une superbe arche rocheuse

[by-ng]

Pont

[carpetbug]

welcome to the beginning of my ML Feline Blue AU!

in which Marinette is forced to become guardian before ever wielding a miraculous. Chaos ensues when she uses the black cat ring to become feline blue and through a silly little turn of events, Adrien gets his hands on the ladybug earrings and becomes beetle rouge

BIIIIIG thank you to my lovelies @isabugs and @thimbleb3rries for being so kind and encouraging, for their WONDERFUL ART OH MY GOD, and for beta-ing this!

The beginning: Becoming Guardian

1 • 2 • 3

“You’re not going to beat me like that, old man” The looming figure taunted.

Hunched in a ball before him, a much smaller elderly man struggled for breath. Blood trailed from his mouth, combining with his saliva to messily drip from his lips as he fought for air. Just by the effort he had to put into continuing breathing, he could tell this was not a fight he could win. Still, his fists clenched in defiance as he pushed himself from the floor and steadied himself upright on his feet. His spine screamed in protest and searing pain at the task, but he managed to remain standing.

“I know I can not beat you, old man” He coughed, hands trembling slightly. “But I must continue to fight”

The taller man scoffed before taking a step forward “I’ll make sure it's the last thing you ever do, you pathetic excuse of a guardian” He spat, tightening his grip on his cane as his rage boiled beneath his skin.

“I’d expect nothing less from a villain like you, Hawkmoth”

“No need to act like you’re so much better than me. After all, we've all made mistakes, haven’t we Master fu” Hawkmoth sneered.

“Leave my past out of this. I’ve worked to fix what I have broken, you only aim to destroy” Master fu panted, feeling his shoulders to check if his bag was still on his back, and letting out a small sigh of relief when he felt the thick material. Next his hands slowly traveled to support and feel the bottom and sides of the bag, searching for an object. He took another relieved breath when he felt the item's weight, and then he prepared himself for the worst. Bunching his muscles, he sprang into action and bolted away from Hawkmoth.

He focused only on moving forward, getting as far from this wretched evil as he could before time ran out. When he finally collapsed, legs giving out from under him in pure exhaustion, he found himself at the Pont de Arts, above the seine. Hawkmoth was nowhere to be seen, but master fu knew that was only a false sense of security. The villain would find him soon enough. He needed to find someone. Anyone.

“-ir? Are you okay?”

A voice. Master fu looked up, vision shaking just slightly. In Front of him stood a teenage girl, dark hair pulled back into pigtails and eyebrows pushed together with worry.

“Sir? Can you hear me?” She asked with a panicked look in her eyes. “How can I help?” She stepped closer and offered him a hand.

Master fu gathered his strength to pull his bag from his back and carefully draw open the zipper before reaching in to pull out the contents. The girl watched intensely, eyes following his pained movements. He pulled a large dark wooden box from the bag and held it close to his chest, then brought his eyes upwards to meet her face. “I’m sorry, young hero” He said sadly, then joined his hand to hers before she could respond.

An intense feeling washed over him, and he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. This girl was strong. He hoped she will forgive him for the burden he will make her bear.

She flashed an anxious smile “That’s okay, and I promise I’m no hero. Just a normal g-” He cut her off with a sharp tug, then slammed the box into her chest. She gasped as he knocked the air from her lungs, clearly not expecting such a feat of strength from the battered man. As she fought to breathe, Master fu gathered the last few remnants of his strength and lifted the girl from the ground. “I, Wang Fu, hereby relinquish the Miracle Box-”

“Stop! What are you doing!?”

“-and name Marinette Dupain-Cheng the guardian” His body lit up, skin glowing as the box between them lifted upward and burned like a star in the air.

“How do you know my na-?!” Before she could finish what she said, the box dropped back into her hold and the elderly man -still glowing like some sort of deity- held her over the railing and dropped her into the rushing water below. She hit the surface with a loud splash, getting thrown under but quickly resurfacing a few feet away, miracle box still in her arms.

The last thing she saw before being pulled away by the fast moving current was the man falling backwards to the ground in exhaustion as the light emitting from his skin dimmed.

Master fu slowly blinked his eyes open, carefully taking in his surroundings with an expression of pure shock and confusion on his face. He seemed so frail, all of a sudden. Like he had lost all his fight.

“What did you do?!” a booming voice hissed behind him. He started to turn his head to look, but something beat him to it. All of a sudden, a hand tightened around his throat and picked him off the ground, nails digging into the thin skin of his neck.

“What- what’s happening?” Master fus strangled voice hardly escaped his lips. He tried to thrash his legs, do anything to get free, but a fatigue he couldn’t explain had overcome his muscles. Weakly prying at his attackers hands, panic began to set in. There wouldn’t be any escape. “Who are you?” he managed out in a pained mumble.

“I am the next guardian of the miraculous” the seething voice responded as nails began to break through his skin. “I am the consequences of your greatest mistake” the words rang through his head as his vision went black, and sickeningly warm blood poured from his throat.

Marinette struggled to hold her head above the surface and keep the container in her grasp as the river pulled her this way and that. Her mind raced and her lungs screamed, everything inside her begging to let go of that weird old man’s weird old box and save herself instead. Still, her grip remained glued to the sodden wood, as if she would rather drown than set the box free to face the waters’ wrath. Nothing was making any sense. And despite the deafening chorus of the racing water that surrounded her, the only thing ringing in her ears was the man’s words.

He had called her a hero. He had entrusted her with something clearly important to him. He had thrown her into the seine. He had been badly wounded. He had been a complete and utter stranger. What did everything mean? Suddenly, her feet felt solid ground beneath her, and she hurriedly moved to follow it. She pushed forward, focusing on reaching the bank that lay on the other side. Eventually Marinette was able to pull herself and the box from the water onto an empty platform beneath a bridge.

As soon as she was safely out of the water, Marinette threw herself backwards in exhaustion. She laid against the cool pavement underneath her and passed through all the events that had just occurred. What the fuck was this ‘miracle’ box? And why was she the ‘guardian’? Ignoring the new aches in her body, she sat upward and brought the box closer to her.

There she sat for a few moments, toying with the lid and gently tracing the intricate pattern displayed. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened it.

“HELLO YOUNG MASTER” A loud chorus of voices rang out as a beam of light emitted from the open container and what looked like small differently colored masses of stars flew all around her. Marinette fell back onto her elbows, overwhelmed at the sudden sensory overload. Her vision was a blur of nauseating colors accompanied by what she could only imagine to be auditory hallucinations.

Before she had a chance to speak, to catch her breath or try and scream for help, the almost magical colorful masses slowed until they were still, then began to morph into a solid form. Marinette watched, intrigued and terrified, as these small creatures took shape in front of her. They each seemed to be a different animal, though they all shared an alien-like anatomy. Some had tails, others long whiskers and a few antennas. Two of them caught her eye, a sleek black cat and what she thought to be a ladybug (though it looked much more like some sort of bug-mouse combo).

As if the creatures could read her mind -which they could, for all she knew-, they began to speak in sync. “WE ARE THE KWAMI, MAGICAL BEINGS THAT CAN BESTOW POWERS UPON OUR WIELDERS.” They said, in an almost sing-songy voice.

“AND YOU, MARINETTE, ARE OUR NEW GUARDIAN.”

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue April 15, 1964

Suzy Parker in a summer mermaid dress, with a deep V neckline; this, and the shawl scalloped with black lace. By Sportwhirl, in red and white checks, in Dacron and cotton by Galey & Lord. Du Pont nylon lace by Stern & Stern. Earrings, by Kenneth Jay Lane. Whitening makeup on the eyes, under the eyebrows: Alabaster Eye Velvet by Revlon. Hairstyles: Pierre from Maison Revlon.

Suzy Parker dans une robe de sirène d'été, avec un décolleté en V profond ; ceci, et le châle festonné de dentelle noire. Par Sportwhirl, à carreaux rouges et blancs, en Dacron et coton par Galey & Lord. Dentelle de nylon Du Pont par Stern & Stern. Boucles d'oreilles, de Kenneth Jay Lane. Maquillage blanchissant sur les yeux, sous les sourcils : Alabaster Eye Velvet de Revlon. Coiffures : Pierre de la Maison Revlon.

Photo Horst P. Horst vogue archive

[look-sharp-notes]

Au Pont Rouge. Saint Petersburg.

[perduedansmatete]

Vas y j'ai pitié j'te raconte un peu ma vie. Mon lycée c'était un château. J'veux dire, littéralement. Y avait une grille immense à l'entrée, un château entouré de douves et nous on allait en cours dans des bâtiments qui, en soi, étaient construits sur ce qui devaient être les jardins du truc. Dans le château y'avait toute la partie administrative du lycée + quelques logements de fonction dont celui du proviseur du lycée. On passait sous le château pour passer de l'autre côté par une espèce de grande arche, et pour passer les douves on passait sur un pont qu'on appelait le "pont-bite" parce qu'il avait littéralement une forme de teub c'était hilarant. Le dernier jour de ma terminale, un gars s'est jeté dans les douves parce que c'était le dernier jour et que fallait marquer le coup (visiblement). Je crois qu'il a eu des plaques rouges quelques temps après ça, je sais plus. Y'avait des animaux aussi : des ragondins dans les douves, des renards parfois, un ��ne à un moment mais surtout des oies qui venaient nous bouffer le cul quand on s'approchait trop. Tous les ans les pions et quelques profs organisaient une fête de la musique c'était trop bien, j'ai participé à l'une d'elle à la batterie dans un groupe de covers rock aussi éphémère qu'éclaté. Y'avait un prof d'histoire il était trop bizarre. Entre nous on le surnommait "sans les mains" parce qu'un jour il est allé pisser aux pissotieres des élèves dans la cour et des élèves l'ont vu pisser les mains derrière la tête en mode détente en remuant le bassin wtf. J'ai eu un prof de physique, je crois qu'il était autiste. Meilleur prof ever. Il était A CHEVAL avec le calme et l'autorité, a commencé l'année en mode militaire en excluant élève sur élève. À la fin il faisait un basket avec nous dans la cours, incroyable. J'y ai rencontré mon ex et mon meilleur pote dans ce lycée. J'y ai aussi rencontré un gars avec qui je suis resté collé une année entière en mode amitié fusionnelle. On avait les mêmes délires, le même humour, je croyais avoir trouvé mon alter ego. Il est parti en S et moi en L et il m'a... Ignoré. On s'est perdus de vue. Encore aujourd'hui j'me dis que c'était un gros connard parce qu'on aurait pu vivre tellement de trucs ensemble. J'ai redoublé ma seconde, à ma demande. C'est une année que j'ai passé à esquiver les cours pour boire des bières sur le parvis du lycée avec mon meilleur pote. Avec mes facilités je devais avoir un genre de 11 ou 12 de moyenne générale donc on m'a dit ok passe en 1ere ça va, et j'ai dit non je veux redoubler sinon je vais rien piger l'an prochain j'ai trop rien foutu je suis juste une arnaque. J'ai aussi eu 0 à l'écrit à mon TPE pour le bac. En fait j'étais en binôme avec un gars qui glandait rien, et nos forces maléfiques se sont unifiées pour faire émerger une idée diabolique : l'épreuve est facultative, si on a 0, on perdra pas de point et on n'aura pas à faire ce truc de merde. Le 0 était pas encore éliminatoire à cette époque pour cette epreuve. J'ai eu mon bac avec mention assez bien en ayant fait ça et sans bosser spécialement pour avoir mon bac alors que mon ex et d'autres potes avaient bossé comme des taré.e.s pour décrocher une mention et l'ont pas eue (je suis une arnaque j'ai dit). Ha oui et je me suis aussi inscrit à l'option musique en facultatif parce qu'une pote suivait le cours. J'y suis jamais allé en me disant "je lirai ses cours et ça ira". Elle m'a filé ses cours, j'ai rien pigé, je suis allé à l'épreuve au culot j'ai eu 9/20 sans jamais rien apprendre. J'pense si je creuse j'ai encore d'autres choses mais j'ai plus le temps mdr, j'espère que ça t'aura divertie un peu (si t'arrives à tout lire). Bon courage pour tes douleurs quand même.

j'ai tout lu comme une nouvelle et j'ai adoré ça avait l'air très cool ces années lycée et tu étais trop fort surtout, merci merci!!! (et merci pour les douleurs mdr <3)

j'aimerais juste savoir quel était le sujet de votre fameux tpe à 0 ça m'intrigue...

[mich-bois]

LE PONT ROUGE.

Maulévrier.

[elephantlovemedleys]

last night i dreamt i was in paris and it was like; sequences of me at pont alexandre bridge, by the eiffel tower, then at the montartre except the montartre in my dream looked exactly how it was envisioned in moulin rouge